Tonight 3/? (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? (Inspired by the song "Tonight (I'm fucking you)" )
A/N: For fantasydesire & ayamelockett ♥♥♥
CH1 CH2
Key was having the most vivid dream. He was receiving the most amazing blowjob. A pair of plush, pink lips were working his entire length, driving him to the brink before pulling back. A talented tongue dipped into his slit, bringing him close to climax again - and then it stopped. Key groaned loudly at the loss of contact and he heard a deep chuckle in response.
"I was beginning to think you were never going to wake up. " Minho said as he stroked Key's shaft lightly.
It was then Key knew he wasn't dreaming, as the night's previous events came flooding back.
"Maybe you weren't trying hard enough." Key teased as he grabbed a handful of Minho's hair and directed his head toward his aching cock.
The taller boy immediately engulfed Key's length- taking the term 'deep throat' to a new level. The diva moaned appreciatively as Minho sucked him for all he was worth. Within minutes Key was coming in thick spurts into the other boy's mouth. Minho swallowed and let a wicked smirk take over his face as he stared up at Key.
The shorter boy pulled Minho into a deep kiss. He could taste himself on the other boy's tongue, a salty trace inside Minho's naturally sweet mouth - it was intoxicating. He then felt the other's hardness digging into his hip. He nibbled at Minho's lower lip before leering downward.
"Seems like we have a rather pressing matter to take care of." Key said as he let his hand wander to Minho's dick - his fingers curling around the organ possessively.
"Mmm, please do." The taller boy gasped out as his hips bucked against the sensation.
***
Several hours, not to mention orgasms, later both boys were completely spent; nearly passing out from exhaustion. Normally Minho wouldn't let anyone he brought home stay the night, but for some reason he didn't want to kick the diva out. He just curved around the shorter boy's form before letting slumber take him.
***
A few hours later Minho awoke to an empty bed. He rolled over, burying his face in the pillow and inhaled deeply. The diva's scent, sandalwood and vanilla, clung to the fabric. Key must've gotten up and left not long before Minho woke. When he rolled over onto his back once more, he caught the scent of something else. Holy shit - is that breakfast??
He stood slowly, his body still a little sore from last night's fuck-a-thon. Minho padded into the kitchen, not bothering to cover his naked form at all. He was surprised to find Key in the kitchen, spatula in hand, cooking contently.
"What the fuck?" he exclaimed.
"Yah! What kind of morning language is that?!" Key scowled, waving the spatula ominously as he continued. "And go put some clothes on. I won't be able to cook properly with that staring me in the face."
Minho just blinked dumbly a few time before turning around and trudged back to his room. He wasn't entirely sure what the he'll just happened. Did it still count as getting OWNED if your dick was complimented at the same time?
He was still trying to figure it out when he strolled back into the kitchen- his oh-so-distracting dick covered in some Armani boxer-briefs.
He noted that the front door was still open, however he didn't bother to close it. The sexy sway of a certain diva's hips drew him into the kitchen. He cupped the shorter boy's jean-clad ass as he kissed down the column of his neck. Key stifled a moan as he finished plating the French toast, trying not to drop anything on the ground.
"Watch it. You wouldn't want me to drop this all over the floor, would you?" Key giggled as he set the food on the table.
Minho grabbed Key around the waist roughly, pulling the shorter flush to his body.
"How can I concentrate on food when you look so delicious??" Minho growled as he began to unzip Key's pants.
Minho was busy raping the diva's mouth when another voice sounded loudly.
"Choi Minho! What the hell are you doing??!"
With his father's words burning in his ears, Minho could only wish that the Earth would swallow him whole. He felt Key tense away from him, and he tried to extract his hand from the former's pants as discreetly as possible.
"Who the hell is this anyway??? A prostitute no doubt!" Minho's father screeched.
"Appa, please." Minho hissed as he tried to curb his father's tirade.
Key's eyes narrowed and Minho felt the sudden urge to duck, though he managed to stay upright.
Key bowed quickly before speaking.
"Who am I? Oh nobody....just the guy your son was fucking all last night. "
He moved to the door to put his shoes on, walking past Minho's father - whose mouth was gaping open.
"And for the record - I'm NOT a prostitute." Key snarled as he stomped off.
Minho just stood in the middle of his kitchen, half hard in his boxers and face-palming like it was his job.
His father was raging on about him being 'an irresponsible mess....blah blah blah....are you ever going to grow up...blah fucking blah...', but all Minho could think about was if he was ever going to see the intriguing diva ever again.
TBC
A/N2: Gaah! I know this was short. New Year's Eve kicked my ass in the thoroughest fashion. But I had to update, due to this fic/drug deal gone bad XD so I was literally writing this on my phone in the middle of New Year's Day dinner.......it kind feels like a big ball of fail. The next one will be better!!
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? (Inspired by the song "Tonight (I'm fucking you)" )
A/N: For fantasydesire & ayamelockett ♥♥♥
CH1 CH2
Key was having the most vivid dream. He was receiving the most amazing blowjob. A pair of plush, pink lips were working his entire length, driving him to the brink before pulling back. A talented tongue dipped into his slit, bringing him close to climax again - and then it stopped. Key groaned loudly at the loss of contact and he heard a deep chuckle in response.
"I was beginning to think you were never going to wake up. " Minho said as he stroked Key's shaft lightly.
It was then Key knew he wasn't dreaming, as the night's previous events came flooding back.
"Maybe you weren't trying hard enough." Key teased as he grabbed a handful of Minho's hair and directed his head toward his aching cock.
The taller boy immediately engulfed Key's length- taking the term 'deep throat' to a new level. The diva moaned appreciatively as Minho sucked him for all he was worth. Within minutes Key was coming in thick spurts into the other boy's mouth. Minho swallowed and let a wicked smirk take over his face as he stared up at Key.
The shorter boy pulled Minho into a deep kiss. He could taste himself on the other boy's tongue, a salty trace inside Minho's naturally sweet mouth - it was intoxicating. He then felt the other's hardness digging into his hip. He nibbled at Minho's lower lip before leering downward.
"Seems like we have a rather pressing matter to take care of." Key said as he let his hand wander to Minho's dick - his fingers curling around the organ possessively.
"Mmm, please do." The taller boy gasped out as his hips bucked against the sensation.
***
Several hours, not to mention orgasms, later both boys were completely spent; nearly passing out from exhaustion. Normally Minho wouldn't let anyone he brought home stay the night, but for some reason he didn't want to kick the diva out. He just curved around the shorter boy's form before letting slumber take him.
***
A few hours later Minho awoke to an empty bed. He rolled over, burying his face in the pillow and inhaled deeply. The diva's scent, sandalwood and vanilla, clung to the fabric. Key must've gotten up and left not long before Minho woke. When he rolled over onto his back once more, he caught the scent of something else. Holy shit - is that breakfast??
He stood slowly, his body still a little sore from last night's fuck-a-thon. Minho padded into the kitchen, not bothering to cover his naked form at all. He was surprised to find Key in the kitchen, spatula in hand, cooking contently.
"What the fuck?" he exclaimed.
"Yah! What kind of morning language is that?!" Key scowled, waving the spatula ominously as he continued. "And go put some clothes on. I won't be able to cook properly with that staring me in the face."
Minho just blinked dumbly a few time before turning around and trudged back to his room. He wasn't entirely sure what the he'll just happened. Did it still count as getting OWNED if your dick was complimented at the same time?
He was still trying to figure it out when he strolled back into the kitchen- his oh-so-distracting dick covered in some Armani boxer-briefs.
He noted that the front door was still open, however he didn't bother to close it. The sexy sway of a certain diva's hips drew him into the kitchen. He cupped the shorter boy's jean-clad ass as he kissed down the column of his neck. Key stifled a moan as he finished plating the French toast, trying not to drop anything on the ground.
"Watch it. You wouldn't want me to drop this all over the floor, would you?" Key giggled as he set the food on the table.
Minho grabbed Key around the waist roughly, pulling the shorter flush to his body.
"How can I concentrate on food when you look so delicious??" Minho growled as he began to unzip Key's pants.
Minho was busy raping the diva's mouth when another voice sounded loudly.
"Choi Minho! What the hell are you doing??!"
With his father's words burning in his ears, Minho could only wish that the Earth would swallow him whole. He felt Key tense away from him, and he tried to extract his hand from the former's pants as discreetly as possible.
"Who the hell is this anyway??? A prostitute no doubt!" Minho's father screeched.
"Appa, please." Minho hissed as he tried to curb his father's tirade.
Key's eyes narrowed and Minho felt the sudden urge to duck, though he managed to stay upright.
Key bowed quickly before speaking.
"Who am I? Oh nobody....just the guy your son was fucking all last night. "
He moved to the door to put his shoes on, walking past Minho's father - whose mouth was gaping open.
"And for the record - I'm NOT a prostitute." Key snarled as he stomped off.
Minho just stood in the middle of his kitchen, half hard in his boxers and face-palming like it was his job.
His father was raging on about him being 'an irresponsible mess....blah blah blah....are you ever going to grow up...blah fucking blah...', but all Minho could think about was if he was ever going to see the intriguing diva ever again.
TBC
A/N2: Gaah! I know this was short. New Year's Eve kicked my ass in the thoroughest fashion. But I had to update, due to this fic/drug deal gone bad XD so I was literally writing this on my phone in the middle of New Year's Day dinner.......it kind feels like a big ball of fail. The next one will be better!!