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karissa wanted a good ol blow job fic ^^ hope she doesn't mind the pairing orz
onew/minho
nc-17
minho was a cock slut. he didn't have much mind to bother with whose cock, or where this cock happened to be; back stage, closets, underneath the desk in a radio show. minho loved sucking dick, he liked the weight of it in his mouth and he liked the feel of the shaft pushing through his gag reflex to fill up his throat. but his escapades were getting ridiculous, he was getting more obvious about it - whispering into hyung's ears when the cameras were rolling, being a bit too touchy with hyungs when fans were around.
he was getting so obvious that onew had to put his foot down.
which resulted in his cock between minho's thick lips.
he had approached the rapper to give him a stern talk, to tell him that flinging himself around like that was not only unsafe but didn't give him a good image. he told minho that he didn't want him to be viewed as the company slut that would give out blow jobs at the drop of a dime (or a wink, since minho didn't charge), and he told minho that if he really felt that much of an urge, then he should limit it to specific people instead of just going for whoever would take him.
apparently minho had decided that since onew was the only one to confront him about it, that he had found a worthy victim. or mate. or whatever thoughts were going through minho's mind whenever he zeroed in on a dick to suck.
onew's knees trembled, his back to minho's closed door, the rapper having trapped him. the leader's fingers couldn't figure out the lock and by the time his fingers finally slipped over the latch minho's lips were sucking the head of his cock, his tongue dancing on the underside of the crown and white flooded onew's vision, making his hand instead grip the door knob for support as his head thunked back against the wood of the door. his chest heaved and minho's big eyes were looking up at him, they were blown with lust and fuck minho looked like he was on cloud 9, like there was nothing better than sucking onew's dick. and maybe that was true. onew didn't like to brag.
minho's head bobbed a few times, his fingers wrapping around what he couldn't fit into his mouth. onew swallowed, his adam's apple feeling swollen and making the action difficult to do as his fingers hesitantly threaded through minho's hair, like he didn't know what to do with them, like he didn't know if he should touch the younger boy or not. but minho purred and his eyes fluttered as he concentrated, the delicious vacuum of his mouth making onew's head spin as his own eyes fluttered and he tried to keep his hips still.
the leader had never given a blow job, let alone received one, but he knew anatomy and physics well enough. and there was no way that his entire cock was going to -
"a-ah, f-fuck..."
well, he was wrong. minho had taken a breath and relaxed his body, fingers loosening on the base of onew's dick as his throat opened up and took the rest of the leader's cock into his mouth. onew felt the head bump against minho's throat and the constricting walls around him felt so good, vibrating with the hums that were being produced by the rapper's vocal box. minho's tongue worked over the underside of the shaft, spit was dribbling down and his fingers started to toy with onew's balls, rolling them around in his fingers, pressing them firmly against his chin. onew's eyes rolled back in his head and his body thrummed, minho's teeth scraping ever so gently over the top; onew's grip tightened in minho's hair and minho let out a soft, high-pitched noise, something that wordlessly communicated to onew just what the rapper wanted him to do.
pulling back a bit, onew gave a shallow thrust into the hot vice of minho's mouth. stars exploded behind his eyes and his knees were turning to jelly quickly, as he shuddered softly and thrust again, minho making another approving noise. this turned into onew setting up a steady pace of in and out, being careful of the rapper but enjoying the slick friction all the same, the base of his spine tingling and heat coiling in his stomach, his balls tensing and untensing with ill-contained euphoria. sweat beaded on onew's brow, his fingers pulling on minho's hair and minho moved on his own accord, pulling back so only the tip of onew's cock rested between his lips. his tongue flicked over the slit and collected the pre-cum before he swirled the wet muscle around the entire crown, right along the ridge that seperated it from the shaft. onew glanced down and let out a long, languid moan, his hips rocking forward a bit. minho kept still, his eyes on onew's hips, most likely timing when the leader was going to surge forward so he could relax his throat; the rhythm picked up and onew was soon thrusting into minho's mouth with vigor, the rapper's eyes shut, his wavy raven locks tangled up in onew's thick fingers.
minho did something with his throat to tighten it on one of onew's thrusts and onew choked, a broken sob of pleasure leaving his mouth as he nearly doubled over with the sensation. his thrusts became short and quick, minho keeping his throat tight around onew's dick as the leader pumped furiously in and out of his mouth; minho let out a soft moan and reached up to give onew's balls a squeeze before his finger pressed just behind them, against a hidden patch of skin that made onew's toes curl in the floor and his orgasm take him by surprise. minho made a soft sound as the cum hit the back of his throat and he pulled back a bit to suck on the tip, drinking onew dry, and as the last waves of orgasm gave a few final twitches to onew's fingers and toes, the leader finally slid down the door to the ground, legs spread, cock dripping wet and spent.
licking his lips, minho smirked and ran his thumb across his lower lip to collect the cum that had spilled there, licking it off with his tongue.
"so i guess you'll take all those hyungs' places, jinki yah?"
onew/minho
nc-17
minho was a cock slut. he didn't have much mind to bother with whose cock, or where this cock happened to be; back stage, closets, underneath the desk in a radio show. minho loved sucking dick, he liked the weight of it in his mouth and he liked the feel of the shaft pushing through his gag reflex to fill up his throat. but his escapades were getting ridiculous, he was getting more obvious about it - whispering into hyung's ears when the cameras were rolling, being a bit too touchy with hyungs when fans were around.
he was getting so obvious that onew had to put his foot down.
which resulted in his cock between minho's thick lips.
he had approached the rapper to give him a stern talk, to tell him that flinging himself around like that was not only unsafe but didn't give him a good image. he told minho that he didn't want him to be viewed as the company slut that would give out blow jobs at the drop of a dime (or a wink, since minho didn't charge), and he told minho that if he really felt that much of an urge, then he should limit it to specific people instead of just going for whoever would take him.
apparently minho had decided that since onew was the only one to confront him about it, that he had found a worthy victim. or mate. or whatever thoughts were going through minho's mind whenever he zeroed in on a dick to suck.
onew's knees trembled, his back to minho's closed door, the rapper having trapped him. the leader's fingers couldn't figure out the lock and by the time his fingers finally slipped over the latch minho's lips were sucking the head of his cock, his tongue dancing on the underside of the crown and white flooded onew's vision, making his hand instead grip the door knob for support as his head thunked back against the wood of the door. his chest heaved and minho's big eyes were looking up at him, they were blown with lust and fuck minho looked like he was on cloud 9, like there was nothing better than sucking onew's dick. and maybe that was true. onew didn't like to brag.
minho's head bobbed a few times, his fingers wrapping around what he couldn't fit into his mouth. onew swallowed, his adam's apple feeling swollen and making the action difficult to do as his fingers hesitantly threaded through minho's hair, like he didn't know what to do with them, like he didn't know if he should touch the younger boy or not. but minho purred and his eyes fluttered as he concentrated, the delicious vacuum of his mouth making onew's head spin as his own eyes fluttered and he tried to keep his hips still.
the leader had never given a blow job, let alone received one, but he knew anatomy and physics well enough. and there was no way that his entire cock was going to -
"a-ah, f-fuck..."
well, he was wrong. minho had taken a breath and relaxed his body, fingers loosening on the base of onew's dick as his throat opened up and took the rest of the leader's cock into his mouth. onew felt the head bump against minho's throat and the constricting walls around him felt so good, vibrating with the hums that were being produced by the rapper's vocal box. minho's tongue worked over the underside of the shaft, spit was dribbling down and his fingers started to toy with onew's balls, rolling them around in his fingers, pressing them firmly against his chin. onew's eyes rolled back in his head and his body thrummed, minho's teeth scraping ever so gently over the top; onew's grip tightened in minho's hair and minho let out a soft, high-pitched noise, something that wordlessly communicated to onew just what the rapper wanted him to do.
pulling back a bit, onew gave a shallow thrust into the hot vice of minho's mouth. stars exploded behind his eyes and his knees were turning to jelly quickly, as he shuddered softly and thrust again, minho making another approving noise. this turned into onew setting up a steady pace of in and out, being careful of the rapper but enjoying the slick friction all the same, the base of his spine tingling and heat coiling in his stomach, his balls tensing and untensing with ill-contained euphoria. sweat beaded on onew's brow, his fingers pulling on minho's hair and minho moved on his own accord, pulling back so only the tip of onew's cock rested between his lips. his tongue flicked over the slit and collected the pre-cum before he swirled the wet muscle around the entire crown, right along the ridge that seperated it from the shaft. onew glanced down and let out a long, languid moan, his hips rocking forward a bit. minho kept still, his eyes on onew's hips, most likely timing when the leader was going to surge forward so he could relax his throat; the rhythm picked up and onew was soon thrusting into minho's mouth with vigor, the rapper's eyes shut, his wavy raven locks tangled up in onew's thick fingers.
minho did something with his throat to tighten it on one of onew's thrusts and onew choked, a broken sob of pleasure leaving his mouth as he nearly doubled over with the sensation. his thrusts became short and quick, minho keeping his throat tight around onew's dick as the leader pumped furiously in and out of his mouth; minho let out a soft moan and reached up to give onew's balls a squeeze before his finger pressed just behind them, against a hidden patch of skin that made onew's toes curl in the floor and his orgasm take him by surprise. minho made a soft sound as the cum hit the back of his throat and he pulled back a bit to suck on the tip, drinking onew dry, and as the last waves of orgasm gave a few final twitches to onew's fingers and toes, the leader finally slid down the door to the ground, legs spread, cock dripping wet and spent.
licking his lips, minho smirked and ran his thumb across his lower lip to collect the cum that had spilled there, licking it off with his tongue.
"so i guess you'll take all those hyungs' places, jinki yah?"