Strong Heart
Title: Strong Heart
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Yeah… minkey is getting more and more real I just had to express my joy lmfao. Based off of this and this. Minho likes what he sees, obviously.
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Being sexually frustrated on national television was not exactly Minho’s forte.
Television in general wasn’t really Minho’s forte, despite that he was on it all the time.
However, maybe his biggest mistake in going on national television was being paired up with Key, King of Girl Group Dances and awesomely stylish clothes.
Though personally, Minho thought that pink Bill Cosby sweater needed to go - Key however was thrilled when he found it in his closet that morning. And even so Minho let Key pick out an outfit for him, let him help with his hair because today they were without coordi nunas so dressing himself was like a foreign task to Minho. Occasionally he sought out Key’s opinion on things because while their styles were different, Key still had style, and Minho trusted him.
Oh fuck the announcer just asked Key to come down and do the ‘Miss A’ dance.
Minho was really fucked, he was awkward and biting the inside of his cheek and as Key passed he collected himself, reaching out to give the slightly older male a good game pat on the butt, something that Minho was known to give all the members. It wasn’t anything sexual - well at least to anyone else but he knew Key felt the spark go through his body when he smile and faltered slightly in his stepping.
But shit maybe that was the wrong thing to do because now Minho was really fucked.
Key was dancing that dance like he was trying to seduce the entire fucking crowd and all Minho could do was sit and stare, helpless. He was reclined in the non-too-comfy seat as comfortably as could be, his legs spread to try and alleviate some pressure in his groin. His right hand was resting on his thigh, fingers tapping in mild impatience and his left elbow was on the arm of the chair, hand covering his mouth as he watched Key dance.
And just like that the crowd was going wild for Key’s dancing because yeah, who didn’t like watching an extremely attractive man swinging his hips around? Minho knew he did. He knew what those hips were capable of. And fuck, that ass, that God damn Cosby sweater practically covering it up even though Minho knew how good it looked in those tight pants. So with the yells and shouts of excitement and laughter Minho joined in as well, moving his hand from in front of his mouth to instead cup it and yell out - what he wanted to yell was something along the lines of “WOO THAT ASS” but instead he just made a general cat-call, smiling a bit as he did so because Key was turned with his back to the crowd, moving his hips around, and for a split second he glanced up and locked eyes with Minho.
Fuck, if Key wasn’t the sexiest mother fucking thing on this entire planet.
He finished the dance and Minho squirmed slightly in the chair; he was trying to distract himself by any means possible, but at the same time he was sort of zoning out and it just so happened that Miss Korea was up talking and Minho was caught staring but it’s not like he was looking at her, more like… just gazing in her general direction while he thought about Key bouncing up and down on his dick once they were alone.
So when the MC called out to Minho, Minho was heavily embarrassed because he thought maybe he was drooling? Maybe he had said Key’s name out loud? Key chuckled from off to his right and Minho hid his face in embarrassment, laughing it off as well because truth be told his cock was way too confined in these pants and in his humble opinion Key’s body heat was way too far away from him.
The rest of the recording was excruciating, complete utter torture and as soon as Minho and Key were released Minho grabbed Key’s delicate wrist and started to tug him along towards their waiting van.
“You’re so going to fucking pay for that,” Minho grumbled, his voice rumbling low in his chest and he felt the shiver run through Key’s body through his wrist that probably ended in his finger tips.
“I was just doing what the guy asked me to-,”
“Don’t fucking pull that shit with me.” Minho nearly tossed Key into the van, speaking low so only the older male could hear him.
Key clambered into his seat and buckled up, sitting as far away from Minho as possible. Good. He needed to sit and think about what he had done while Minho devised a way to try and punish him on the thirty minute ride home.
But as they stepped into the dorm Minho was still walking funny because of his aching erection, so pretty much any and all plans of punishing Key for being a God damn cock tease flew out the window as he pulled Key into the nearest bedroom.
Which happened to belong to Onew, Taemin and Key… and Onew had the unfortunate coincidence of being on his bed when Minho barged in and threw Key down onto the diva’s bed. He whipped his head and glared at Onew, who shrank back and scrambled off of his own bed frantically, going out the door and shutting it behind him with a loud slam. Minho locked the door, and then moved over to the bed, sitting up against the wall as he took off his shirts and unbuckled his pants, pulling them down just enough to expose his throbbing cock, giving it a few strokes.
“Undress,” he commanded, his eyes hooded and his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
Key blinked and then stood up, knowing better than to refute Minho when he was like this. He reached for the hem of that fucking ugly sweater and made to pull it up, but Minho let out a noise of warning.
“Slowly.”
The swallow that went down Key’s throat was audible in the silent room and Key’s fingers slowed down, carefully sliding up the pink material, exposing his taut stomach for Minho’s eyes to greedily take in. There was a good fucking reason there were hardly any tummy flashes or too-tight-in-the-crotch-pants for Key - Minho secretly looked over every outfit the other rapper wore and if he deemed it appropriate, he would let him wear it. Key wasn’t allowed to wear anything that would reveal too much of his perfect gorgeous skin to his fans, Minho wouldn’t let him, and Key let Minho deny him these things even though he was a fashionista and wanted to wear whatever the hell he wanted but as long as he was with Minho, that wasn’t going to happen.
Besides it was either his clothes get approved by Minho or the athlete wrap Key up in trash bags from head to toe or something ridiculous like that.
The sweater came off and was dropped to the floor and Minho made a mental note to steal it and burn it in a trash can along with those hideous multi-colored pants with the black patches that Onew and Jonghyun fancied wearing.
Slender fingers moved to Key’s pants and he popped the button, biting his lip as he watched Minho stroke his dick. And fuck it felt so good, watching Key undress so slowly, tantalizingly before him while Minho had his fist around his cock and was pumping it leisurely. The zipper slid down and Key shimmied a bit, turning around in a little encore of his ‘butt dance’ from earlier on in the recording, his ass slipping out of those jeans no problem.
Ah, so he had gone commando today. What a good little pet.
Minho tilted his head back against the wall and watched through slitted eyes as Key turned around again, his cock now standing at attention with Minho’s eyes raking over his body. The taller rapper licked his lips and pulled his pants down just a little bit more, before he stopped touching himself completely, hands complacent at his sides, a smirk lilting his lips.
“Hop on my dick, slut.”
Key moved to the bed and crawled atop of it, moving in a way he knew Minho licked, with his spine curved and his lips pouty and his shoulders strutting a bit. He slunk like a stealthy cat and as he moved to straddle Minho’s lap there was nothing more beautiful, nothing sexier than a Key that knew he was going to get the daylight railed out of him.
Without any preparation, not even spit as lube, Key put one hand on Minho’s shoulder and used the other to grip the base of Minho’s cock, guiding the tip to his entrance before pushing down. Minho gritted his teeth and knocked his head against the wall with a little more force this time, keeping himself in check because no matter how much he wanted to fuck Key, no matter if this was punishment for being a cock tease, Minho loved the other rapper and he honestly did care about his well being.
His hands moved to Key’s hips as that tight, perfect ass swallowed more and more of his cock with each passing second, and fuck it was like Key was a virgin all over again. A sweat broke out on Minho’s brow and his fingers dug into Key’s hips hard, and in return Key’s fingers pressed into Minho’s shoulder and they were probably both going to leave bruises on each other but that didn’t matter.
Key sat down in one final push and trembled against Minho’s chest, curling into it slightly. Minho allowed the brief reprieve - he fluttered kisses along that perfect apple cheek bone, over his brow and the shaved part of his head.
“You’re perfect…” Minho whispered into the shell of Key’s ear, teasing the conch piercing with his tongue.
Key shuddered and let out a whimper, the whimper that signified he was as well adjusted as he could be and like that the trance was broken. Minho’s hips snapped up once and Key’s beautiful neck was exposed as his head dropped back, eyes rolling into the back of his head with the force of the short thrust. Minho’s hands were still on his hips and he shifted their position a bit before he removed his hands and planted them on the mattress, giving himself leverage.
”Fuck yourself on my cock.”
The guttural moan that left Key’s mouth was fucking gorgeous. Minho could fuck Key all he wanted, no matter how many times he put his dick into Key’s ass the sounds that the dancer made were just too good to be true, they were hoarse and manly with a hint of desperation and fuck if it just wasn’t the sexiest combination Minho had ever heard. No porn could amount to this, no show at a strip club could get Minho going like this, nothing, it was all Key Key Key Key.
The dancer powered his thighs to raise his slender body up and then drop it down onto Minho’s dick, the pace fast and frenzied, hips swiveling and circling, Minho’s dick feeling every wall of Key’s depths with the motion. He leaned forward and attached his lips to that exposed throat, that throat that was smooth and flawless and perfect and he couldn’t take it anymore; he grabbed the underside of Key’s leg and flipped them over, driving Key into the mattress over and over again.
Key cried out and his arms wrapped around Minho’s neck, fingers tangling in what hair he could tangle them in, his other hand moving down to grip at Minho’s ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he pumped into him. Minho’s eyes were closed and he could just feel every part of Key moving against him. He could feel Key’s dick bobbing between their bodies, feel his smooth legs wrapped around his waist, feel his perfect fingers digging into his body and this is what the whole day had been building up to, this moment right fucking here, Minho’s cock in the only place it should ever be.
Inside Key, the sexiest, sluttiest, dirtiest, kinkiest… most beautiful person Minho had ever met.
There was something missing though, even with Key’s whimpers and it was then that Minho realized that Key hadn’t said an entire word throughout the whole thing. Nipping at the older male’s adam’s apple, Minho growled, not liking that revelation.
“Speak, Pet.”
“Fuck, Minho!!”
The reaction was instantaneous and Key cried out Minho’s name immediately, his body trembling under the force. Nails were scraping along Minho’s shoulder blades, most likely leaving red welts in their wake and Minho pushed Key’s knee so far up that it was by the smaller rappers’ ear; Key turned to bury his face into his own flexible appendage and sob with pleasure.
Those tears were beautiful and Minho leaned in to lick them up, the salty liquid dancing on his sadistic taste buds because he loved it when Key cried while he was fucking him. He knew that he was driving the dancer insane with how precisely he fucked into his prostate every time without fail, he knew that Key loved being this abused, manhandled and maybe Key had an ulterior motive when he woke up today and knew he was going to be on that stupid fucking show.
“Touch me, touch me please Minho I need… fuck I need to cum, I’m so fucking close, you’re so big…”
Ah, and those were Minho’s favorite words. Without further ado he wrapped his hand around Key’s cock and barely got in a full stroke before Key’s body trembled violently and convulsed, his hot seed spilling out onto his stomach and over Minho’s hand. The clenching of his whole body drew Minho over as well, not that he thought he’d last long anyway, and they came together before collapsing into a pile of tangled sweaty limbs.
Minho kicked his pants off the rest of the way and pulled Key into his arms, a warm cuddle throwing off what they had just done. But Key melted into it and peppered kisses over Minho’s collar bones, letting out a soft sigh.
“So…” Key started, his voice touched out but with a playful twinge. “Did you enjoy the show?”
Minho knew Key wasn’t talking about Strong Heart.
“What do you think?” Minho groused, pressing a kiss to those fluffy brown locks. He was smiling anyway.
“I think next time you should do a girl group dance.”
Minho resisted the urge to laugh hysterically and instead reached down to slap Key’s abused ass lightly, making the older boy squeak.
“I think next time I’m going to decline going on a show with you.”
Fair enough, right?
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Yeah… minkey is getting more and more real I just had to express my joy lmfao. Based off of this and this. Minho likes what he sees, obviously.
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Being sexually frustrated on national television was not exactly Minho’s forte.
Television in general wasn’t really Minho’s forte, despite that he was on it all the time.
However, maybe his biggest mistake in going on national television was being paired up with Key, King of Girl Group Dances and awesomely stylish clothes.
Though personally, Minho thought that pink Bill Cosby sweater needed to go - Key however was thrilled when he found it in his closet that morning. And even so Minho let Key pick out an outfit for him, let him help with his hair because today they were without coordi nunas so dressing himself was like a foreign task to Minho. Occasionally he sought out Key’s opinion on things because while their styles were different, Key still had style, and Minho trusted him.
Oh fuck the announcer just asked Key to come down and do the ‘Miss A’ dance.
Minho was really fucked, he was awkward and biting the inside of his cheek and as Key passed he collected himself, reaching out to give the slightly older male a good game pat on the butt, something that Minho was known to give all the members. It wasn’t anything sexual - well at least to anyone else but he knew Key felt the spark go through his body when he smile and faltered slightly in his stepping.
But shit maybe that was the wrong thing to do because now Minho was really fucked.
Key was dancing that dance like he was trying to seduce the entire fucking crowd and all Minho could do was sit and stare, helpless. He was reclined in the non-too-comfy seat as comfortably as could be, his legs spread to try and alleviate some pressure in his groin. His right hand was resting on his thigh, fingers tapping in mild impatience and his left elbow was on the arm of the chair, hand covering his mouth as he watched Key dance.
And just like that the crowd was going wild for Key’s dancing because yeah, who didn’t like watching an extremely attractive man swinging his hips around? Minho knew he did. He knew what those hips were capable of. And fuck, that ass, that God damn Cosby sweater practically covering it up even though Minho knew how good it looked in those tight pants. So with the yells and shouts of excitement and laughter Minho joined in as well, moving his hand from in front of his mouth to instead cup it and yell out - what he wanted to yell was something along the lines of “WOO THAT ASS” but instead he just made a general cat-call, smiling a bit as he did so because Key was turned with his back to the crowd, moving his hips around, and for a split second he glanced up and locked eyes with Minho.
Fuck, if Key wasn’t the sexiest mother fucking thing on this entire planet.
He finished the dance and Minho squirmed slightly in the chair; he was trying to distract himself by any means possible, but at the same time he was sort of zoning out and it just so happened that Miss Korea was up talking and Minho was caught staring but it’s not like he was looking at her, more like… just gazing in her general direction while he thought about Key bouncing up and down on his dick once they were alone.
So when the MC called out to Minho, Minho was heavily embarrassed because he thought maybe he was drooling? Maybe he had said Key’s name out loud? Key chuckled from off to his right and Minho hid his face in embarrassment, laughing it off as well because truth be told his cock was way too confined in these pants and in his humble opinion Key’s body heat was way too far away from him.
The rest of the recording was excruciating, complete utter torture and as soon as Minho and Key were released Minho grabbed Key’s delicate wrist and started to tug him along towards their waiting van.
“You’re so going to fucking pay for that,” Minho grumbled, his voice rumbling low in his chest and he felt the shiver run through Key’s body through his wrist that probably ended in his finger tips.
“I was just doing what the guy asked me to-,”
“Don’t fucking pull that shit with me.” Minho nearly tossed Key into the van, speaking low so only the older male could hear him.
Key clambered into his seat and buckled up, sitting as far away from Minho as possible. Good. He needed to sit and think about what he had done while Minho devised a way to try and punish him on the thirty minute ride home.
But as they stepped into the dorm Minho was still walking funny because of his aching erection, so pretty much any and all plans of punishing Key for being a God damn cock tease flew out the window as he pulled Key into the nearest bedroom.
Which happened to belong to Onew, Taemin and Key… and Onew had the unfortunate coincidence of being on his bed when Minho barged in and threw Key down onto the diva’s bed. He whipped his head and glared at Onew, who shrank back and scrambled off of his own bed frantically, going out the door and shutting it behind him with a loud slam. Minho locked the door, and then moved over to the bed, sitting up against the wall as he took off his shirts and unbuckled his pants, pulling them down just enough to expose his throbbing cock, giving it a few strokes.
“Undress,” he commanded, his eyes hooded and his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
Key blinked and then stood up, knowing better than to refute Minho when he was like this. He reached for the hem of that fucking ugly sweater and made to pull it up, but Minho let out a noise of warning.
“Slowly.”
The swallow that went down Key’s throat was audible in the silent room and Key’s fingers slowed down, carefully sliding up the pink material, exposing his taut stomach for Minho’s eyes to greedily take in. There was a good fucking reason there were hardly any tummy flashes or too-tight-in-the-crotch-pants for Key - Minho secretly looked over every outfit the other rapper wore and if he deemed it appropriate, he would let him wear it. Key wasn’t allowed to wear anything that would reveal too much of his perfect gorgeous skin to his fans, Minho wouldn’t let him, and Key let Minho deny him these things even though he was a fashionista and wanted to wear whatever the hell he wanted but as long as he was with Minho, that wasn’t going to happen.
Besides it was either his clothes get approved by Minho or the athlete wrap Key up in trash bags from head to toe or something ridiculous like that.
The sweater came off and was dropped to the floor and Minho made a mental note to steal it and burn it in a trash can along with those hideous multi-colored pants with the black patches that Onew and Jonghyun fancied wearing.
Slender fingers moved to Key’s pants and he popped the button, biting his lip as he watched Minho stroke his dick. And fuck it felt so good, watching Key undress so slowly, tantalizingly before him while Minho had his fist around his cock and was pumping it leisurely. The zipper slid down and Key shimmied a bit, turning around in a little encore of his ‘butt dance’ from earlier on in the recording, his ass slipping out of those jeans no problem.
Ah, so he had gone commando today. What a good little pet.
Minho tilted his head back against the wall and watched through slitted eyes as Key turned around again, his cock now standing at attention with Minho’s eyes raking over his body. The taller rapper licked his lips and pulled his pants down just a little bit more, before he stopped touching himself completely, hands complacent at his sides, a smirk lilting his lips.
“Hop on my dick, slut.”
Key moved to the bed and crawled atop of it, moving in a way he knew Minho licked, with his spine curved and his lips pouty and his shoulders strutting a bit. He slunk like a stealthy cat and as he moved to straddle Minho’s lap there was nothing more beautiful, nothing sexier than a Key that knew he was going to get the daylight railed out of him.
Without any preparation, not even spit as lube, Key put one hand on Minho’s shoulder and used the other to grip the base of Minho’s cock, guiding the tip to his entrance before pushing down. Minho gritted his teeth and knocked his head against the wall with a little more force this time, keeping himself in check because no matter how much he wanted to fuck Key, no matter if this was punishment for being a cock tease, Minho loved the other rapper and he honestly did care about his well being.
His hands moved to Key’s hips as that tight, perfect ass swallowed more and more of his cock with each passing second, and fuck it was like Key was a virgin all over again. A sweat broke out on Minho’s brow and his fingers dug into Key’s hips hard, and in return Key’s fingers pressed into Minho’s shoulder and they were probably both going to leave bruises on each other but that didn’t matter.
Key sat down in one final push and trembled against Minho’s chest, curling into it slightly. Minho allowed the brief reprieve - he fluttered kisses along that perfect apple cheek bone, over his brow and the shaved part of his head.
“You’re perfect…” Minho whispered into the shell of Key’s ear, teasing the conch piercing with his tongue.
Key shuddered and let out a whimper, the whimper that signified he was as well adjusted as he could be and like that the trance was broken. Minho’s hips snapped up once and Key’s beautiful neck was exposed as his head dropped back, eyes rolling into the back of his head with the force of the short thrust. Minho’s hands were still on his hips and he shifted their position a bit before he removed his hands and planted them on the mattress, giving himself leverage.
”Fuck yourself on my cock.”
The guttural moan that left Key’s mouth was fucking gorgeous. Minho could fuck Key all he wanted, no matter how many times he put his dick into Key’s ass the sounds that the dancer made were just too good to be true, they were hoarse and manly with a hint of desperation and fuck if it just wasn’t the sexiest combination Minho had ever heard. No porn could amount to this, no show at a strip club could get Minho going like this, nothing, it was all Key Key Key Key.
The dancer powered his thighs to raise his slender body up and then drop it down onto Minho’s dick, the pace fast and frenzied, hips swiveling and circling, Minho’s dick feeling every wall of Key’s depths with the motion. He leaned forward and attached his lips to that exposed throat, that throat that was smooth and flawless and perfect and he couldn’t take it anymore; he grabbed the underside of Key’s leg and flipped them over, driving Key into the mattress over and over again.
Key cried out and his arms wrapped around Minho’s neck, fingers tangling in what hair he could tangle them in, his other hand moving down to grip at Minho’s ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he pumped into him. Minho’s eyes were closed and he could just feel every part of Key moving against him. He could feel Key’s dick bobbing between their bodies, feel his smooth legs wrapped around his waist, feel his perfect fingers digging into his body and this is what the whole day had been building up to, this moment right fucking here, Minho’s cock in the only place it should ever be.
Inside Key, the sexiest, sluttiest, dirtiest, kinkiest… most beautiful person Minho had ever met.
There was something missing though, even with Key’s whimpers and it was then that Minho realized that Key hadn’t said an entire word throughout the whole thing. Nipping at the older male’s adam’s apple, Minho growled, not liking that revelation.
“Speak, Pet.”
“Fuck, Minho!!”
The reaction was instantaneous and Key cried out Minho’s name immediately, his body trembling under the force. Nails were scraping along Minho’s shoulder blades, most likely leaving red welts in their wake and Minho pushed Key’s knee so far up that it was by the smaller rappers’ ear; Key turned to bury his face into his own flexible appendage and sob with pleasure.
Those tears were beautiful and Minho leaned in to lick them up, the salty liquid dancing on his sadistic taste buds because he loved it when Key cried while he was fucking him. He knew that he was driving the dancer insane with how precisely he fucked into his prostate every time without fail, he knew that Key loved being this abused, manhandled and maybe Key had an ulterior motive when he woke up today and knew he was going to be on that stupid fucking show.
“Touch me, touch me please Minho I need… fuck I need to cum, I’m so fucking close, you’re so big…”
Ah, and those were Minho’s favorite words. Without further ado he wrapped his hand around Key’s cock and barely got in a full stroke before Key’s body trembled violently and convulsed, his hot seed spilling out onto his stomach and over Minho’s hand. The clenching of his whole body drew Minho over as well, not that he thought he’d last long anyway, and they came together before collapsing into a pile of tangled sweaty limbs.
Minho kicked his pants off the rest of the way and pulled Key into his arms, a warm cuddle throwing off what they had just done. But Key melted into it and peppered kisses over Minho’s collar bones, letting out a soft sigh.
“So…” Key started, his voice touched out but with a playful twinge. “Did you enjoy the show?”
Minho knew Key wasn’t talking about Strong Heart.
“What do you think?” Minho groused, pressing a kiss to those fluffy brown locks. He was smiling anyway.
“I think next time you should do a girl group dance.”
Minho resisted the urge to laugh hysterically and instead reached down to slap Key’s abused ass lightly, making the older boy squeak.
“I think next time I’m going to decline going on a show with you.”
Fair enough, right?