Wild Child
Title: Wild Child
Pairing: Minho/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Based off of this picture from Saipan. I’ve been meaning to write something for it and just now got interested, so this is to that one anon that left the pic in my askbox! ^^
Also, the reference to that ‘other time’ in this story refer to another 2min I wrote, Masterpiece. You can read that before you read this or not read it at all, doesn’t matter, smut is smut lmfao ♥
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Covered with mud, sand, dirt, grime, war paint - everything that was just tainting everyone during filming, Minho could only think of that one time he had gotten a taste of Taemin. That one time that he had dirtied Taemin in a different way - with eyeliner and smeared make-up and hair pulling and shameless, unadulterated, carnal sex was flashing through Minho’s mind as he watched Taemin assess the course with a rare show of competitive edge.
All Minho wanted to do was dirty Taemin like he did last time.
And it’s not like they didn’t want to lately, it’s not like Taemin refused him or Minho didn’t want him. Things were busy, they were busy, and now that they had this alone time it was starting to become an itch on that one spot Minho couldn’t reach on his back.
He was going to fuck Taemin into the beach if he didn’t control himself.
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As it turns out, Minho couldn’t control himself, just like last time. And maybe he should have been gentle, nice about it, maybe even a bit romantic - but this time wasn’t going to be much different than last time because oh Taemin enjoyed it, Taemin was a dirty little fucking slut and Minho was going to exploit it for all it was worth.
It was a good thing Taemin was as needy as he was; otherwise Minho’s job was going to be difficult. What was that job?
Giving Taemin the most heated look he could muster without looking retarded, and then retreating off into the trees and meadows of Saipan.
Taemin followed like the obedient dongsaeng he was and away from the camera crew, away from the photographers, away from everything by at least half a mile Minho threw Taemin down to the soft floor of a grassy meadow, his palm roughly sliding down the length of Taemin’s throat and catching the sand, drying the mud with the heat of his hand and dispersing it to blow away on the wind and fall onto the ground. Taemin mewled and panted, his back arching and head turning to accommodate the movement; Minho chuckled lowly and stripped Taemin’s body easily, exposing the creamy skin, the dirt that was clinging to a few dips and planes.
Taemin looked like a wild child, one that lived on a deserted island and hunted and fished for food and lived under a palm tree hut. His strawberry hair was tainted with grains of sand that were caking onto his scalp, the strands gritty and dirty from being in the ocean water and being tossed in the sand. Minho’s hands and fingers moved the sand over Taemin’s body, making the younger gasp and arch into the touches, the granules skating over his skin and leaving light pink marks in their wake as they dried and gave no mercy.
Minho leaned down to put his mouth against Taemin’s ear, his hot breath ghosting over the shell as he grinded his clothed erection against Taemin’s thigh.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he breathed, and the keening whine in response he got made his dick twitch in anticipation. “You’re such a fucking slut, you’re asking for it.”
“H-Hyung…”
Minho’s fingers tangled in that grimy hair, yanking Taemin’s head to the side as his teeth scraped over his sandy neck, not caring that the dirt was getting in his mouth. The maknae cried out and his hands flew to Minho’s biceps, fingers curling only halfway around the bulging muscles as the elder hovered over him.
“Say you want me to fuck you,” the rapper snarled, and Taemin whimpered as Minho straightened his body and ran his hands down Taemin’s chest, blunt nails dragging on the surface and most likely making an uncomfortable sensation with the granules of sand.
“P-Please, Minho…” Taemin whimpered, his eyes wet and dark, weighed down with lust and barely able to stay open.
Minho tilted his head slightly, the fingers of one hand moving so his thumb could brush over the blue stripe on Taemin’s right cheek, smearing it off to the side and stretching it all across his bone to his ear. Taemin shivered and tilted his head into the touch - Minho’s index finger smeared the red line of war paint directly downwards, collecting most of it on his finger tip before he started to trail it over Taemin’s chest.
“Why are you always so pretty?” the rapper asked, almost mindlessly as he painted abstract lines over and around Taemin’s nipples. “This paint…” he trailed off, the thought left unfinished as his other hand gripped Taemin’s hip so tight he could feel the blood vessels bursting and forming bruises already.
Taemin merely arched and panted and whimpered, his nails digging into Minho’s biceps as he rocked his hips, his hard cock bouncing against his stomach as his eyes finally shut and he licked his lips.
“M-Minho… Please, I need you to fuck me…”
Minho smirked and pulled away completely from Taemin. The maknae gasped and shivered at the loss of heat just as a small breeze sifted through the valley they were in, his eyes opening to look at Minho while the older undressed himself. Minho wasn’t a tease in that aspect; his clothes were gone quickly and he was back to his task, his big hand sliding along the underside of Taemin’s smooth thigh, bending his long leg and lifting it a bit.
“I want to see your face when I shove my cock inside,” Minho grunted.
Taemin blushed heavily at the crude words.
But the blush contrasted nicely with his dirty hair and his dirty skin, heating up the paint and making it melt a bit, heating up the sand and making it dry out and crumble away. Minho’s hands smoothed over the tops of Taemin’s thighs before, without guidance, he bumped the head of his cock against Taemin’s unstretched hole, watching as the younger’s eyes widened in fear.
“M-Minho-,”
Silencing the dancer by shoving his fingers between those perfect lips, Minho kept still as Taemin’s eyes closed and he automatically started licking and sucking on the digits. Oh God, that tongue, it was glorious, it was amazing - Minho needed it, his dick was throbbing and he scooted back, reaching with his other hand to grip Taemin’s hair and yank the younger up and onto his knees, as Minho sat back on his haunches and pulled his fingers free of Taemin’s mouth, guiding it to his cock instead.
Taemin, probably relieved from the fear of Minho taking him without preparation, opened up without hesitation and wrapped his lips around the head of Minho’s cock. The rapper’s head tilted back and his eyes closed for a second as Taemin settled on all fours and began his work; Minho knew for a fact Taemin had never sucked dick but God if he wasn’t running a good argument. His tongue was moving along the underside of Minho’s shaft and he pulled away to lower himself and suck one of Minho’s balls into his mouth, the older boy’s fingers tightening in Taemin’s hair.
Vibrations in the form of Taemin’s moans were sent through Minho’s balls and up through his cock, to the tips of his toes as he opened his eyes to look down at the beauty currently devouring his dick. As if he could feel Minho’s eyes on him, Taemin glanced up with his own hooded gaze, flicking his tongue along the base. Minho growled and used his grip on Taemin’s hair to guide his head, smearing the red and blue paint from Taemin’s cheek onto his shaft, coloring it a mixture of red, blue and purple, before he nearly slammed his cock down Taemin’s throat.
Taking it like a true champ, Taemin relaxed as best as he could and only gagged twice before he was all the way down on Minho’s cock. Saliva was spilling out and dribbling from the corners of Taemin’s mouth, dripping down Minho’s shaft to wet his pelvis and his ball sack, eventually falling onto his thighs and even the ground below them. A constant slurping sound filled the air and Taemin’s mouth was like a vacuum around Minho’s dick, tight and perfect and all sorts of raunchy.
He pulled Taemin off of his cock and let go of the maknae’s hair briefly for a moment, as he laid himself back on the soft grass and spread his legs. Taemin blinked, dazed with lips swollen beyond repair and soon the maknae yelped as Minho grabbed his hair again, pulling the younger boy atop his body. Taemin got the hint and straddled him easily, and Minho grabbed the base of his slick erection, his other hand guiding Taemin’s hips a bit.
“God, you fucking slut.” Minho’s voice was coarse and husky, strained and ready to break. He slapped the head of his cock against Taemin’s ass cheek, “Sit on my dick, Taemin.”
Taemin didn’t need to be told twice - he sat down in one swift go, and his cry startled the birds out of the meadow before Minho slapped a hand over that abused mouth, muffling his yell as Taemin slumped forward and buried his face in Minho’s neck.
“M-Minho… Ngh, it - ah, it hurts…”
“Shhh,” Minho found himself cooing and running his hot hands up and down Taemin’s smooth back. “Just relax, hold on a second, don’t move.”
Taemin nodded into Minho’s neck, and the rapper could feel hot liquid rolling down his skin; he knew Taemin was crying but he knew he didn’t have the willpower to stop, also. So his hands massaged Taemin’s hips and back and he pressed kisses along Taemin’s shoulder where he could reach, before Taemin shifted ever so slightly, the vice-like grip of his body bringing a pulsing moan from Minho’s lips.
“Taemin…”
The younger sat up a bit and wiped his eyes, though the paint on his cheeks was smeared beyond repair and the sand was completely washed off of his features. Taemin bit his lower lip in concentration and rolled his hips once, twice, and then in a circle - he let out a shuddery moan and planted his feet flat on the ground, starting to bounce his lithe frame up and down on Minho’s cock.
Minho’s head dropped back onto the plush ground of the meadow as he stared up at Taemin, watching the way his ribs expanded with each gasping breath, watching how his eyes fluttered when Minho canted his hips in just the right way. He watched as Taemin rode his dick and his hands rested on those slender hips where, sure enough, angry purple bruises were already starting to form. His fingers smoothed over the bruises softly before he rested his hands on the tops of Taemin’s thighs, bucking his hips up in time with Taemin’s movements. He moved a hand to stroke Taemin off, his movements slightly clumsy and jerky before he found a rhythm with his own hips and soon Taemin was moaning and whimpering and crooning, his head tossed back and his hair being ruffled by another breeze that swept through the meadow.
With his thighs quaking from the effort, Taemin dropped down chest to chest with Minho, hands on either side of the older boy’s head as he continued to fuck himself onto Minho’s dick. Minho’s arms wrapped around that tiny body and he held Taemin close as he planted his own feet to take over the work, Taemin’s legs giving out finally as Minho rammed into him. Each thrust was punctuated by a grunt from Minho and a breathy sigh from Taemin; the maknae’s body seized and he started to speak, stuttering over his words as his nails clawed at Minho’s shoulders.
“C-Close… Minho… Hnn…!”
Chuckling breathily into Taemin’s ear, Minho spoke against the shell and nibbled on the lobe; “Cum for me, Taeminnie.”
Taemin’s orgasm hit him with such force even Minho could feel it, the ground shaking beneath them as hot liquid spurted onto Minho’s stomach and Taemin’s mouth dropped open in a silent cry, his eyes squeezed shut before he fell boneless. With the weight of Taemin’s spent body on his chest Minho felt orgasm grip onto him as well and he pulled his cock out of Taemin’s ass just before it hit - and his seed shot onto the maknae’s ass cheeks, hot and sticky and dripping down the backs of his thighs as Minho, too, collapsed tiredly in the soft patch of grass that he found them in.
Taemin was curled up on Minho’s chest and Minho rolled over to the side, bringing Taemin closer to him and wrapping an arm around the maknae’s body, pressing a kiss to his sweat and dirt stained forehead.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” Minho whispered, closing his eyes and letting out a breath.
He could feel Taemin’s smirk against his shoulder, “I’m beginning to get an idea.”
Pairing: Minho/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Based off of this picture from Saipan. I’ve been meaning to write something for it and just now got interested, so this is to that one anon that left the pic in my askbox! ^^
Also, the reference to that ‘other time’ in this story refer to another 2min I wrote, Masterpiece. You can read that before you read this or not read it at all, doesn’t matter, smut is smut lmfao ♥
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Covered with mud, sand, dirt, grime, war paint - everything that was just tainting everyone during filming, Minho could only think of that one time he had gotten a taste of Taemin. That one time that he had dirtied Taemin in a different way - with eyeliner and smeared make-up and hair pulling and shameless, unadulterated, carnal sex was flashing through Minho’s mind as he watched Taemin assess the course with a rare show of competitive edge.
All Minho wanted to do was dirty Taemin like he did last time.
And it’s not like they didn’t want to lately, it’s not like Taemin refused him or Minho didn’t want him. Things were busy, they were busy, and now that they had this alone time it was starting to become an itch on that one spot Minho couldn’t reach on his back.
He was going to fuck Taemin into the beach if he didn’t control himself.
--
As it turns out, Minho couldn’t control himself, just like last time. And maybe he should have been gentle, nice about it, maybe even a bit romantic - but this time wasn’t going to be much different than last time because oh Taemin enjoyed it, Taemin was a dirty little fucking slut and Minho was going to exploit it for all it was worth.
It was a good thing Taemin was as needy as he was; otherwise Minho’s job was going to be difficult. What was that job?
Giving Taemin the most heated look he could muster without looking retarded, and then retreating off into the trees and meadows of Saipan.
Taemin followed like the obedient dongsaeng he was and away from the camera crew, away from the photographers, away from everything by at least half a mile Minho threw Taemin down to the soft floor of a grassy meadow, his palm roughly sliding down the length of Taemin’s throat and catching the sand, drying the mud with the heat of his hand and dispersing it to blow away on the wind and fall onto the ground. Taemin mewled and panted, his back arching and head turning to accommodate the movement; Minho chuckled lowly and stripped Taemin’s body easily, exposing the creamy skin, the dirt that was clinging to a few dips and planes.
Taemin looked like a wild child, one that lived on a deserted island and hunted and fished for food and lived under a palm tree hut. His strawberry hair was tainted with grains of sand that were caking onto his scalp, the strands gritty and dirty from being in the ocean water and being tossed in the sand. Minho’s hands and fingers moved the sand over Taemin’s body, making the younger gasp and arch into the touches, the granules skating over his skin and leaving light pink marks in their wake as they dried and gave no mercy.
Minho leaned down to put his mouth against Taemin’s ear, his hot breath ghosting over the shell as he grinded his clothed erection against Taemin’s thigh.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he breathed, and the keening whine in response he got made his dick twitch in anticipation. “You’re such a fucking slut, you’re asking for it.”
“H-Hyung…”
Minho’s fingers tangled in that grimy hair, yanking Taemin’s head to the side as his teeth scraped over his sandy neck, not caring that the dirt was getting in his mouth. The maknae cried out and his hands flew to Minho’s biceps, fingers curling only halfway around the bulging muscles as the elder hovered over him.
“Say you want me to fuck you,” the rapper snarled, and Taemin whimpered as Minho straightened his body and ran his hands down Taemin’s chest, blunt nails dragging on the surface and most likely making an uncomfortable sensation with the granules of sand.
“P-Please, Minho…” Taemin whimpered, his eyes wet and dark, weighed down with lust and barely able to stay open.
Minho tilted his head slightly, the fingers of one hand moving so his thumb could brush over the blue stripe on Taemin’s right cheek, smearing it off to the side and stretching it all across his bone to his ear. Taemin shivered and tilted his head into the touch - Minho’s index finger smeared the red line of war paint directly downwards, collecting most of it on his finger tip before he started to trail it over Taemin’s chest.
“Why are you always so pretty?” the rapper asked, almost mindlessly as he painted abstract lines over and around Taemin’s nipples. “This paint…” he trailed off, the thought left unfinished as his other hand gripped Taemin’s hip so tight he could feel the blood vessels bursting and forming bruises already.
Taemin merely arched and panted and whimpered, his nails digging into Minho’s biceps as he rocked his hips, his hard cock bouncing against his stomach as his eyes finally shut and he licked his lips.
“M-Minho… Please, I need you to fuck me…”
Minho smirked and pulled away completely from Taemin. The maknae gasped and shivered at the loss of heat just as a small breeze sifted through the valley they were in, his eyes opening to look at Minho while the older undressed himself. Minho wasn’t a tease in that aspect; his clothes were gone quickly and he was back to his task, his big hand sliding along the underside of Taemin’s smooth thigh, bending his long leg and lifting it a bit.
“I want to see your face when I shove my cock inside,” Minho grunted.
Taemin blushed heavily at the crude words.
But the blush contrasted nicely with his dirty hair and his dirty skin, heating up the paint and making it melt a bit, heating up the sand and making it dry out and crumble away. Minho’s hands smoothed over the tops of Taemin’s thighs before, without guidance, he bumped the head of his cock against Taemin’s unstretched hole, watching as the younger’s eyes widened in fear.
“M-Minho-,”
Silencing the dancer by shoving his fingers between those perfect lips, Minho kept still as Taemin’s eyes closed and he automatically started licking and sucking on the digits. Oh God, that tongue, it was glorious, it was amazing - Minho needed it, his dick was throbbing and he scooted back, reaching with his other hand to grip Taemin’s hair and yank the younger up and onto his knees, as Minho sat back on his haunches and pulled his fingers free of Taemin’s mouth, guiding it to his cock instead.
Taemin, probably relieved from the fear of Minho taking him without preparation, opened up without hesitation and wrapped his lips around the head of Minho’s cock. The rapper’s head tilted back and his eyes closed for a second as Taemin settled on all fours and began his work; Minho knew for a fact Taemin had never sucked dick but God if he wasn’t running a good argument. His tongue was moving along the underside of Minho’s shaft and he pulled away to lower himself and suck one of Minho’s balls into his mouth, the older boy’s fingers tightening in Taemin’s hair.
Vibrations in the form of Taemin’s moans were sent through Minho’s balls and up through his cock, to the tips of his toes as he opened his eyes to look down at the beauty currently devouring his dick. As if he could feel Minho’s eyes on him, Taemin glanced up with his own hooded gaze, flicking his tongue along the base. Minho growled and used his grip on Taemin’s hair to guide his head, smearing the red and blue paint from Taemin’s cheek onto his shaft, coloring it a mixture of red, blue and purple, before he nearly slammed his cock down Taemin’s throat.
Taking it like a true champ, Taemin relaxed as best as he could and only gagged twice before he was all the way down on Minho’s cock. Saliva was spilling out and dribbling from the corners of Taemin’s mouth, dripping down Minho’s shaft to wet his pelvis and his ball sack, eventually falling onto his thighs and even the ground below them. A constant slurping sound filled the air and Taemin’s mouth was like a vacuum around Minho’s dick, tight and perfect and all sorts of raunchy.
He pulled Taemin off of his cock and let go of the maknae’s hair briefly for a moment, as he laid himself back on the soft grass and spread his legs. Taemin blinked, dazed with lips swollen beyond repair and soon the maknae yelped as Minho grabbed his hair again, pulling the younger boy atop his body. Taemin got the hint and straddled him easily, and Minho grabbed the base of his slick erection, his other hand guiding Taemin’s hips a bit.
“God, you fucking slut.” Minho’s voice was coarse and husky, strained and ready to break. He slapped the head of his cock against Taemin’s ass cheek, “Sit on my dick, Taemin.”
Taemin didn’t need to be told twice - he sat down in one swift go, and his cry startled the birds out of the meadow before Minho slapped a hand over that abused mouth, muffling his yell as Taemin slumped forward and buried his face in Minho’s neck.
“M-Minho… Ngh, it - ah, it hurts…”
“Shhh,” Minho found himself cooing and running his hot hands up and down Taemin’s smooth back. “Just relax, hold on a second, don’t move.”
Taemin nodded into Minho’s neck, and the rapper could feel hot liquid rolling down his skin; he knew Taemin was crying but he knew he didn’t have the willpower to stop, also. So his hands massaged Taemin’s hips and back and he pressed kisses along Taemin’s shoulder where he could reach, before Taemin shifted ever so slightly, the vice-like grip of his body bringing a pulsing moan from Minho’s lips.
“Taemin…”
The younger sat up a bit and wiped his eyes, though the paint on his cheeks was smeared beyond repair and the sand was completely washed off of his features. Taemin bit his lower lip in concentration and rolled his hips once, twice, and then in a circle - he let out a shuddery moan and planted his feet flat on the ground, starting to bounce his lithe frame up and down on Minho’s cock.
Minho’s head dropped back onto the plush ground of the meadow as he stared up at Taemin, watching the way his ribs expanded with each gasping breath, watching how his eyes fluttered when Minho canted his hips in just the right way. He watched as Taemin rode his dick and his hands rested on those slender hips where, sure enough, angry purple bruises were already starting to form. His fingers smoothed over the bruises softly before he rested his hands on the tops of Taemin’s thighs, bucking his hips up in time with Taemin’s movements. He moved a hand to stroke Taemin off, his movements slightly clumsy and jerky before he found a rhythm with his own hips and soon Taemin was moaning and whimpering and crooning, his head tossed back and his hair being ruffled by another breeze that swept through the meadow.
With his thighs quaking from the effort, Taemin dropped down chest to chest with Minho, hands on either side of the older boy’s head as he continued to fuck himself onto Minho’s dick. Minho’s arms wrapped around that tiny body and he held Taemin close as he planted his own feet to take over the work, Taemin’s legs giving out finally as Minho rammed into him. Each thrust was punctuated by a grunt from Minho and a breathy sigh from Taemin; the maknae’s body seized and he started to speak, stuttering over his words as his nails clawed at Minho’s shoulders.
“C-Close… Minho… Hnn…!”
Chuckling breathily into Taemin’s ear, Minho spoke against the shell and nibbled on the lobe; “Cum for me, Taeminnie.”
Taemin’s orgasm hit him with such force even Minho could feel it, the ground shaking beneath them as hot liquid spurted onto Minho’s stomach and Taemin’s mouth dropped open in a silent cry, his eyes squeezed shut before he fell boneless. With the weight of Taemin’s spent body on his chest Minho felt orgasm grip onto him as well and he pulled his cock out of Taemin’s ass just before it hit - and his seed shot onto the maknae’s ass cheeks, hot and sticky and dripping down the backs of his thighs as Minho, too, collapsed tiredly in the soft patch of grass that he found them in.
Taemin was curled up on Minho’s chest and Minho rolled over to the side, bringing Taemin closer to him and wrapping an arm around the maknae’s body, pressing a kiss to his sweat and dirt stained forehead.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” Minho whispered, closing his eyes and letting out a breath.
He could feel Taemin’s smirk against his shoulder, “I’m beginning to get an idea.”