No Use Crying Over Spilled Milk
Title: No Use Crying Over Spilled Milk
Pairing: Minho/Onew
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Hahahaha... I swear to God I'm working on those request fics but I don't think any of you are complaining about these. xD;
This is for namae_nai kekeke. Slutty Onew? Sure thing. Not the sluttiest thing I've written but oh well. It's Minho fucking the hell outta Onew whaddya want. :| XDDD
--
Hot hot hot he needed to get out of his clothes right now, the heat was unbearable and prickling his skin and causing sweat to form on his brow and he just needed cool air on his body, he needed some motion of a breeze to pass over his dampened flesh or else he was sure he was going to faint. He was going to faint and his cock was going to explode with the tight, wet heat that was surrounding it and fuck, he kept hitting his head on the wall that he was currently pressed up against but he didn't give a fuck as his fingers twined in long, slightly damp strands and tugged that mouth down further on his fat dick.
Jinki was surprised that Minho could take so much into his mouth but ever since their first encounter months before, the younger male continually surprised the leader with hidden talents that Jinki wasn't quite sure he wanted to know just how the rapper acquired. He merely took them in stride and therefore took advantage of them, and dick sucking just happened to be his favorite thing that Minho knew how to do well; not just because it felt amazing but because for being so tall and handsome, Minho looked damn fine kneeling on the floor with his eyes closed and his cheeks hollowed out, his lips swollen from the abuse and stretching to their maximum limit to fit around Jinki's girth.
Rocking his hips forward slightly, Jinki's shoulder blades were digging into the wall behind him and his knees were trembling because shit, Minho was doing something amazing with his tongue at the base of the leader's shaft and God damn how he wanted that tongue all over his body. But it couldn't and wouldn't happen, not now when they only had a few spare moments while Key, Jonghyun and Taemin had run to the store for a few items they needed for dinner.
But, this was the way that Jinki liked it.
It had been two weeks since their last tryst and that was way too long for Jinki; that was too much masturbation, too much alone time, too much time fantasizing when he sure as hell could be having the real thing -- but they were both busy with their own schedules and could barely meet up even for lunch.
Today, however, Minho had been sending rather inappropriate texts to Jinki all day long while the older was at rehearsal for his play and it was simply not fair at all; so, when Jinki had gotten home and declared he wanted bulgolgi for dinner, knowing full well they had no beef in the house, he watched with satisfaction as Key dragged Jonghyun out the door and Taemin followed, happy with an excuse to not do his homework.
And that was when Jinki pounced.
However, Jinki couldn't pounce correctly, since Minho was on the couch and Jinki stubbed his toe on the coffee table as he tried to get on the rapper's lap, and Minho took matters in to his own hands as he stood up and made for the bedroom.
Of course they didn't even make it that far.
So, Jinki was pinned against the wall and Minho was worshiping his body, and Jinki felt that this was bliss, this was heaven and there was nothing else like this on God's green Earth and fuck it, he could let Minho do this to him for the rest of his life.
"Fuck, Minho," Jinki panted, as he rocked his hips forward only to have them be stilled by Minho's large hands. Jinki whimpered and knocked his head back against the wall again, half in frustration, and half in an attempt to ground himself and keep himself from coming.
Minho slithered up Jinki's body, catching the hem of the leader's shirt in his teeth as he dragged it upwards, his hands taking over and shoving the material up to the older male's armpits, as his tongue drew a wet line down the center of Jinki's torso. His tongue caught in his navel and on someone else that might have tickled, but Jinki just let out a long, low moan as his hips bucked forward and Minho stood to his full height, rutting his clothed erection against Jinki's exposed one.
"Shit," Jinki hissed, and soon Minho latched his lips to the older boy's nipple, laving and sucking on it as if it was the most delicious thing that he had ever come across. Wet slurping noises were filling the room accompanied by Jinki's harsh panting, his chest bowing into the touch and his cheeks flushing. "Please, please, please, Minho..."
"Please what?" Minho mumbled, as he moved over to the opposite nipple and gave it the same treatment, adding his teeth to the mixture and giving a sharp tug with his canines.
"Ah!" Jinki yelped and whimpered. "Please--"
Another sharp tug and Jinki could feel the area around his nipple bruising but he didn't care, jolts of pleasure were racing through his body and he was still just so hot that he couldn't think straight.
"Tell me what you want, hyung," Minho breathed and his voice was just above a whisper, a low growl and Jinki keened in the back of his throat.
"God damn it Minho just fuck me!"
Resolve was lost and patience was snapped, the sound of the crack resounding around the room and ricocheting in their heads as Minho yanked Jinki's pants and boxers down, the singer kicking them aside and obediently lifting his hips up. Minho's hands were under Jinki's ass, supporting him as he moved them away from the wall and he blindly moved towards the nearest surface - Jinki's back met the surface of their kitchen table and Minho started to grind against him roughly, stars blinding Jinki's vision for a moment before he wrapped his legs around Minho's waist and begged him with the shouts of his quivering thighs to just fuck him already.
And true to his begging Minho pressed the tip of his cock against Jinki's entrance and it'd been way too long since this hand happened for them to do it dry, Jinki would be tight and Minho would be rough but at the same time, neither of them cared. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up and if they wasted time with preparation then they would waste too much time and they wouldn't get to where they wanted to be. So Jinki wiggled his hips and licked his plump lips and Minho kissed him hard as he shoved his dick into Jinki's unstretched hole, the burn and the fire ripping through the leader's veins and all over again he was too hot, way too hot and his skin felt like it was going to melt off of his bones and he was going to become a puddle on the table.
But none of that mattered, none at all because Minho was hunched over him and giving Jinki the slightest moment of reprieve to gather himself before he pulled out nearly to the tip and slammed back in again. Jinki howled in a mixture of pain and pleasure, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as his hair plastered to his forehead with the sweat, the perspiration dripping down his neck and onto the table and shit, they better clean up the mess they were bound to leave behind otherwise Kibum would throw out the table and demand that Minho and Jinki pool together their money to buy a new one God damn it.
One hand braced Minho on the table, the other holding Jinki's hip as he thrust into the leader, fingers splaying out and digging into the flesh, bruising it and burning his fingerprints into the skin forevermore. Jinki grunted and grimaced slightly but Minho dragged the leader's ass to the end of the table for better access and soon Jinki saw white, and then his vision blackened as his body was hit with such pleasure that he was sure he died and went to heaven, a heaven where Minho's dick was the most glorious thing Jinki had ever felt, a heaven where all Jinki would feel for the rest of his life was Minho's cock thrusting deeper and deeper inside of him.
Minho's hand moved and he tugged on Jinki's erection, pressing his thumb into the slit and drawing a hoarse cry from Jinki - he was going to have to rest his voice for the rest of the day so he could perform his play the following evening - as his body spasmed and convulsed, the leader doing his damnedest to keep his climax at bay to draw out the sensations of finally having Minho after waiting for so long. But all good things must come to an end and Minho scraped his teeth along Jinki's collarbone and gave a particularly hard thrust, his sharp hip bones hitting the insides of Jinki's thighs and Jinki knew that there would be bruises all over his body from the rough treatment but he wouldn't have it any other way.
His body convulsed again and the tremor ran through his body so powerfully that he could have broken the whole table, but he didn't and his hands clutched onto Minho's biceps, leaving his own bruises on the rapper's body as orgasm was finally drawn from his veins, his balls tightening and his cum dripping down the side of his length after it shot out onto Minho's shirt. Minho's only warning to his own orgasm was a squeeze to Jinki's hip and a bite to his ear, a small huff of "fuck, Jinki" ringing through the leader's head repeatedly, and then finally Jinki felt that hot seed spill deep inside of him and God, sometimes he wished he could just clamp up his entrance and keep it inside of him just to savor the absolute rawness of it, the hotness and just the fact that even when Minho pulled out, he still felt full with his cum inside of him.
But he couldn't have that luxury, so Minho pulled out and his cum seeped out slowly, getting onto the table and dripping off of the edge. Jinki sat up and winced, and Minho chuckled dark and low, purring lightly as he nibbled Jinki's ear before kissing his lips with a surprising gentleness that the leader wasn't sure Minho was capable of.
"Better clean that up."
Jinki blinked in confusion as Minho walked away, but when he heard the key in the lock of the front door and Kibum's voice, Jinki had never moved so fast in his entire life.
And still, even later on that night when Kibum was setting the dinner table, he frowned at the floor and huffed as he got a rag.
"Who the hell spilled their milk and didn't clean it up?"
Oh, so apparently Jinki cleaned up a bit too fast.
Oops.~
Pairing: Minho/Onew
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Hahahaha... I swear to God I'm working on those request fics but I don't think any of you are complaining about these. xD;
This is for namae_nai kekeke. Slutty Onew? Sure thing. Not the sluttiest thing I've written but oh well. It's Minho fucking the hell outta Onew whaddya want. :| XDDD
--
Hot hot hot he needed to get out of his clothes right now, the heat was unbearable and prickling his skin and causing sweat to form on his brow and he just needed cool air on his body, he needed some motion of a breeze to pass over his dampened flesh or else he was sure he was going to faint. He was going to faint and his cock was going to explode with the tight, wet heat that was surrounding it and fuck, he kept hitting his head on the wall that he was currently pressed up against but he didn't give a fuck as his fingers twined in long, slightly damp strands and tugged that mouth down further on his fat dick.
Jinki was surprised that Minho could take so much into his mouth but ever since their first encounter months before, the younger male continually surprised the leader with hidden talents that Jinki wasn't quite sure he wanted to know just how the rapper acquired. He merely took them in stride and therefore took advantage of them, and dick sucking just happened to be his favorite thing that Minho knew how to do well; not just because it felt amazing but because for being so tall and handsome, Minho looked damn fine kneeling on the floor with his eyes closed and his cheeks hollowed out, his lips swollen from the abuse and stretching to their maximum limit to fit around Jinki's girth.
Rocking his hips forward slightly, Jinki's shoulder blades were digging into the wall behind him and his knees were trembling because shit, Minho was doing something amazing with his tongue at the base of the leader's shaft and God damn how he wanted that tongue all over his body. But it couldn't and wouldn't happen, not now when they only had a few spare moments while Key, Jonghyun and Taemin had run to the store for a few items they needed for dinner.
But, this was the way that Jinki liked it.
It had been two weeks since their last tryst and that was way too long for Jinki; that was too much masturbation, too much alone time, too much time fantasizing when he sure as hell could be having the real thing -- but they were both busy with their own schedules and could barely meet up even for lunch.
Today, however, Minho had been sending rather inappropriate texts to Jinki all day long while the older was at rehearsal for his play and it was simply not fair at all; so, when Jinki had gotten home and declared he wanted bulgolgi for dinner, knowing full well they had no beef in the house, he watched with satisfaction as Key dragged Jonghyun out the door and Taemin followed, happy with an excuse to not do his homework.
And that was when Jinki pounced.
However, Jinki couldn't pounce correctly, since Minho was on the couch and Jinki stubbed his toe on the coffee table as he tried to get on the rapper's lap, and Minho took matters in to his own hands as he stood up and made for the bedroom.
Of course they didn't even make it that far.
So, Jinki was pinned against the wall and Minho was worshiping his body, and Jinki felt that this was bliss, this was heaven and there was nothing else like this on God's green Earth and fuck it, he could let Minho do this to him for the rest of his life.
"Fuck, Minho," Jinki panted, as he rocked his hips forward only to have them be stilled by Minho's large hands. Jinki whimpered and knocked his head back against the wall again, half in frustration, and half in an attempt to ground himself and keep himself from coming.
Minho slithered up Jinki's body, catching the hem of the leader's shirt in his teeth as he dragged it upwards, his hands taking over and shoving the material up to the older male's armpits, as his tongue drew a wet line down the center of Jinki's torso. His tongue caught in his navel and on someone else that might have tickled, but Jinki just let out a long, low moan as his hips bucked forward and Minho stood to his full height, rutting his clothed erection against Jinki's exposed one.
"Shit," Jinki hissed, and soon Minho latched his lips to the older boy's nipple, laving and sucking on it as if it was the most delicious thing that he had ever come across. Wet slurping noises were filling the room accompanied by Jinki's harsh panting, his chest bowing into the touch and his cheeks flushing. "Please, please, please, Minho..."
"Please what?" Minho mumbled, as he moved over to the opposite nipple and gave it the same treatment, adding his teeth to the mixture and giving a sharp tug with his canines.
"Ah!" Jinki yelped and whimpered. "Please--"
Another sharp tug and Jinki could feel the area around his nipple bruising but he didn't care, jolts of pleasure were racing through his body and he was still just so hot that he couldn't think straight.
"Tell me what you want, hyung," Minho breathed and his voice was just above a whisper, a low growl and Jinki keened in the back of his throat.
"God damn it Minho just fuck me!"
Resolve was lost and patience was snapped, the sound of the crack resounding around the room and ricocheting in their heads as Minho yanked Jinki's pants and boxers down, the singer kicking them aside and obediently lifting his hips up. Minho's hands were under Jinki's ass, supporting him as he moved them away from the wall and he blindly moved towards the nearest surface - Jinki's back met the surface of their kitchen table and Minho started to grind against him roughly, stars blinding Jinki's vision for a moment before he wrapped his legs around Minho's waist and begged him with the shouts of his quivering thighs to just fuck him already.
And true to his begging Minho pressed the tip of his cock against Jinki's entrance and it'd been way too long since this hand happened for them to do it dry, Jinki would be tight and Minho would be rough but at the same time, neither of them cared. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up and if they wasted time with preparation then they would waste too much time and they wouldn't get to where they wanted to be. So Jinki wiggled his hips and licked his plump lips and Minho kissed him hard as he shoved his dick into Jinki's unstretched hole, the burn and the fire ripping through the leader's veins and all over again he was too hot, way too hot and his skin felt like it was going to melt off of his bones and he was going to become a puddle on the table.
But none of that mattered, none at all because Minho was hunched over him and giving Jinki the slightest moment of reprieve to gather himself before he pulled out nearly to the tip and slammed back in again. Jinki howled in a mixture of pain and pleasure, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as his hair plastered to his forehead with the sweat, the perspiration dripping down his neck and onto the table and shit, they better clean up the mess they were bound to leave behind otherwise Kibum would throw out the table and demand that Minho and Jinki pool together their money to buy a new one God damn it.
One hand braced Minho on the table, the other holding Jinki's hip as he thrust into the leader, fingers splaying out and digging into the flesh, bruising it and burning his fingerprints into the skin forevermore. Jinki grunted and grimaced slightly but Minho dragged the leader's ass to the end of the table for better access and soon Jinki saw white, and then his vision blackened as his body was hit with such pleasure that he was sure he died and went to heaven, a heaven where Minho's dick was the most glorious thing Jinki had ever felt, a heaven where all Jinki would feel for the rest of his life was Minho's cock thrusting deeper and deeper inside of him.
Minho's hand moved and he tugged on Jinki's erection, pressing his thumb into the slit and drawing a hoarse cry from Jinki - he was going to have to rest his voice for the rest of the day so he could perform his play the following evening - as his body spasmed and convulsed, the leader doing his damnedest to keep his climax at bay to draw out the sensations of finally having Minho after waiting for so long. But all good things must come to an end and Minho scraped his teeth along Jinki's collarbone and gave a particularly hard thrust, his sharp hip bones hitting the insides of Jinki's thighs and Jinki knew that there would be bruises all over his body from the rough treatment but he wouldn't have it any other way.
His body convulsed again and the tremor ran through his body so powerfully that he could have broken the whole table, but he didn't and his hands clutched onto Minho's biceps, leaving his own bruises on the rapper's body as orgasm was finally drawn from his veins, his balls tightening and his cum dripping down the side of his length after it shot out onto Minho's shirt. Minho's only warning to his own orgasm was a squeeze to Jinki's hip and a bite to his ear, a small huff of "fuck, Jinki" ringing through the leader's head repeatedly, and then finally Jinki felt that hot seed spill deep inside of him and God, sometimes he wished he could just clamp up his entrance and keep it inside of him just to savor the absolute rawness of it, the hotness and just the fact that even when Minho pulled out, he still felt full with his cum inside of him.
But he couldn't have that luxury, so Minho pulled out and his cum seeped out slowly, getting onto the table and dripping off of the edge. Jinki sat up and winced, and Minho chuckled dark and low, purring lightly as he nibbled Jinki's ear before kissing his lips with a surprising gentleness that the leader wasn't sure Minho was capable of.
"Better clean that up."
Jinki blinked in confusion as Minho walked away, but when he heard the key in the lock of the front door and Kibum's voice, Jinki had never moved so fast in his entire life.
And still, even later on that night when Kibum was setting the dinner table, he frowned at the floor and huffed as he got a rag.
"Who the hell spilled their milk and didn't clean it up?"
Oh, so apparently Jinki cleaned up a bit too fast.
Oops.~