The Wrestling Match OneShot
Title: The Wrestling Match One Shot
Pairing: MinKey Minho/Key
Rating: NC-17
Note: My first pure smut writing... Don't mind me lol.
Another boring day with nothing to do left two boys sitting on opposite sides of the living room. One, a tall and lanky boy who was better-looking than he knew, stared at the fake wrestling match on TV. The other stared at his nails, rolling his eyes when the other cheered loudly.
“GO! Bite his ear! Yeah!” chanted Minho.
The skinnier boy really didn’t understand the point of this whole wrestling thing. Were those men straight? Why would they want to roll around with each other all sweaty wearing nothing but underwear? He would’ve enjoyed it more if the men were more attractive, but, no, these men were all in their mid-thirties, overly beefed up due to steroids, and tried hiding their balding heads with hideous hats and bandanas. He was so disgusted by the sport that he almost didn’t hear his peer calling to him.
“Key...Kibum-ah!” Minho yelled from across the room.
“What?” Key spat out annoyed.
“Let’s wrestle,” said the younger boy.
“Umm, how about no?” said the diva with an “are you kidding me” look on his face.
“Too bad,” Minho answered. He walked over to Key, picked him up from the couch with ease, and placed him gently on the carpet. The lighter looked up at Minho wondering what was stirring in those big gorgeous eyes of his. Even though Key was a light-weight, he was surprised when Minho sat on his stomach and he could still breathe properly.
“Minho-yah. We’re 18, not 8,” he tried to be coyer than usual and grabbed Minho’s shirt and shoved him so that their positions were switched. “I do not want to wrestle with you.”
The bigger rapper pulled Key’s leg causing his head to fly rather violently onto the carpet again. Luckily, his healthy head of hair protected him from the blow. “Can you smell what The Minho is cooking!?” said the older boy ignoring everything Key was saying while he grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.
They were in that position for a few seconds. Key took a deep breath through his nose, immediately regretting it as a foul stench filled his nasal cavity. “Oh my god! You farted, you sick fuck!”
“Oh, so you can smell what The Minho is cooking?” he said so seriously that it was comical. The shorter boy shook his wrists free and shoved the heavier boy off of him and sat on him with legs draped over either side of the other.
“Choi Minho, you are sick!” he said while tickling his dongsaeng’s sides.
Minho immediately started laughing and thrashed his limbs in his fit. “Ahh… Kibum-ah… GET… OFF!” he managed to slip out between giggles.
“No way! You farted on me and now you’re going to pay.”
Minho was gasping for air as the smaller boy tickled him mercilessly. Tickling really was a better form of torture than anything else.
“Key, I’m going to puke if you don’t stop!” The mood got a bit more serious as Minho nearly cried those words out.
“Okay, fine, but you’re still gonna pay!” the rainbow-color-haired boy said while getting off of the desperate boy lying on the carpet.
Minho jumped to his feet and shook off the lint from the carpet off his clothes. “Whatever you say.” Suddenly the main rapper felt cocky again, forgetting that he was on the verge of tears seconds ago.
“Oh, now it’s on, you punk!” Key yelled as he tackled Minho to the floor once again. Minho’s body fell to the floor with a harsh ‘thud’ and his head followed shortly after. The light rapper was showing him no mercy and he slammed Minho’s hands above his head and held him in the position that he had previously been in.
“Get off me, Key, I can’t breathe!” Minho acted out and dramatically flailed around like a fish out of water. Key laughed and rolled his eyes before Minho bucked his hips up to fly Key off his lap and he sat on Key again. “What are you gonna do now, Almighty Key?” he mocked.
“Oh no, somebody please help me! Onew-hyung! Jonghyun-hyung! Taemin-ah! Minho is so fat he’s suffocating me,” Key joked while laughing.
“I am not fat!” Minho swung his shirt above his head to reveal the beginnings of what were to become abs from the gods themselves. “Check these babies out.”
Key stroked his chin as though he was thinking about Minho’s abs. While Minho watched Key ponder, he was shocked when he felt a pinch on his abdomen. “Nah, you’re still a fatty.”
The boy on top used a tone that was obviously defensive. “What are you talking about? You’re so fluffy,” he teased while poking at Key’s tummy. He ran his fingers under Key’s shirt against his sides. “Key has love-handles!”
Minho forced Key’s arms above his head and as he did so, he felt a pair of lips on his forehead. The slightly younger boy let go of Key’s arms immediately and straightened out his back while still sitting on his co-rapper.
“What the fuck, dude?”
“What?” Key said coyly.
“You just kissed me on the forehead,” Minho muttered out stunned.
“No, I didn’t,” the diva said with a big smile on his face.
Minho didn’t make eye contact but remained seated on the older boy looking off to the right with a confused look on his face. Key giggled to himself silently. He was going to mess with the beauty like he always wanted to. That’s what he thought he was going to do before Minho shook out of his state of confusion and bent over to kiss Key’s highly defined cheek sweetly.
Now Key was the one who was slightly confused, but he went with it especially when Minho moved the focus of his kisses from his cheek to his lips. The bigger rapper slowly kissed Key’s bottom lip while moving the soft boy’s arm over his shoulder gently. The kiss grew intense when Key slipped his tongue past Minho’s lips competing for dominance and ultimately failing under the charms of the muscled boy. They broke their kiss to pull each other’s shirts over their heads and Key’s arms linked together behind Minho’s neck.
“What the fuck, dude?” said the skinnier boy.
“What?” Minho said quickly before diving back to peck the older rapper’s soft lips. No more conversation was engaged as Key’s hands snaked their way down Minho’s back to his backside. Minho moaned into the kiss when Key’s hands grabbed Minho’s ass roughly.
The smaller boy moved his hands from outside of Minho’s sweatpants and casually slid into them to squeeze the athlete’s butt again without the constraints of material. Key smiled during their kiss when Minho arched his back like a slut causing his growing erection to grind into Key’s thigh.
Minho moved his hands into Key’s pants as well and wrapped his hand around his member. The kiss became sloppy as Minho’s hand began pumping the older boy’s dick, squeezing hard at the base and snaking skin lightly as he moved up the shaft. Minho’s skill surprised Key, earning a rewarding sigh of his name. “Uhh. Minho-yah.”
Key ran his fingers up Minho’s sides causing the tall boy to shiver slightly before pulling up causing them both to sit up on their knees, not breaking the kiss or contact for a second. Key moved his hands from Minho’s sides to slip the boy’s pants down a bit, not revealing anything quite yet. Not wanting to break the kiss but wanting to see what sprung forth, Key strained his neck up and pointed his eyes down toward what his hands were doing. Feeling the strain, Minho broke the kiss receiving a soft sigh from the other as he stood up and looked Key in the eyes with a coy cocked eyebrow. Key smiled devilishly, pushed his lips out and sat up to a kneeling position as he roughly put his thumbs in the waistband of Minho’s pants and pulled it down slowly to reveal Minho’s thick member hot and hard.
Key’s eyes widened at the sight and he looked back into Minho’s eyes with wonder. “Well, what am I supposed to do with this?” he asked like the bitch that he was known to be.
“You are such a mood-killer, Kibum,” Minho said rolling his eyes and bending down to pull his pants back up, obviously upset by what had just happened.
The older boy grabbed Minho’s hands at his ankles and shoved them away as he laughed. “I’m just kidding, you idiot,” he managed to spit out quickly before wrapping a hand on Minho’s shaft, leaving Minho waiting for more.
Key ran his tongue from where his hand was up to the head, eyes locked on the younger boy, whose head fell back with a soft moan. Key kissed the head softly and he felt a hand grab his hair a little more roughly than he was expecting. “Just suck it, Key!” Minho spat out impatiently while pushing Key’s head down toward his member. Key took in the head and sucked eagerly using his hands to stroke what wasn’t in his mouth. Minho’s eyes rolled as he tried to breathe out smoothly going against his heartbeat racing. Key’s free hand went to take Minho’s possessive hand off of his head, then moved to play with the other’s balls softly ruining any chance of Minho straightening out his breath. Not knowing where to put his hands, the taller boy rested them on his hips lightly.
Key mustered up the courage and breath to attempt in taking the other’s length completely. He relaxed his throat and took him in. Losing his shit completely, Minho put both his hands on Key’s head and guided it gently this time so he wouldn’t shock the other. Key hollowed out his cheeks and sucked while pulling his head back, going back to suck all the way down to the base once more before Minho yanked his hair roughly off of his dick.
The lower boy looked up with curious eyes. Minho cupped his chin and brought him up from his knees into another kiss then lead him over to the couch that he was sitting on earlier and bending him over. Key’s position was a bit uncomfortable at first, with his hands clutched onto the back of the couch and his ass in the air, face in the cushions.
Minho coated two fingers with as much spit as he could and Key looked back at him understanding what was about to happen. “You want this, right?” Minho asked seriously.
Hesitantly, Key looked back into Minho’s eyes, breathed in loudly and replied, “Yeah…I-I do. I-I think do. Just be careful, okay?” Then, he shot a smile that made the other rapper bite his lip seductively complemented with a saucy wink.
Slowly but firmly and confidently, Minho pushed in his index finger fighting against Key’s clenching muscles. He worked his way in and massaged, waiting for Key to relax before adding another digit. He tried his best to stretch the hole with two fingers, scissoring and circling in the tight hole. He crooked his fingers and Key moaned loudly. Through the moans and grunts, the smaller boy managed to slip out, “Okay, I need this. I...need…you.”
All the other needed were those words and he spit into his hand and tried to coat his dick. The other boy did the same and he reached behind him to tug on Minho’s dick hastily. “Okay, you need to stop,” Minho breathed out harshly, “I’m gonna cum already.” Key laughed and put his hand back onto the couch to grip tightly in anticipation. Minho grabbed his member and ran it in between Key’s cheeks. “You’re sure you want this, right?”
“God, fuck, Minho. Yes, I want this! So do it!” Key commanded frustrated.
Minho pushed his head against the hole, poked teasingly and pushed in and gripped Key’s hips gently but firmly. Key gasped in pain and his back curved concavely, knowing very well that the other wasn’t even in completely. He wasn’t sure how anyone did this. He was in so much pain like he was being ripped at the seams. “Breathe, baby, breathe,” Minho comforted. Seeing the pain in Key’s face, Minho rubbed soothing circles with his thumbs into his back. Key followed orders and took in a deep breath trying to relax as much as possible.
Waiting for the other’s face to clear out of pain, Minho pushed in completely. Key’s back now arched as he breathed out slowly. “Oh, god,” he moaned, “Move.” Not missing a second, Minho pulled back out slowly and slammed into the other again. It still hurt, but Key was getting used to the feeling. Minho continued pumping in and out of Key’s tight hole rhythmically. He angled his body slightly and he knew he’d done something when Key screamed out his name loudly into the couch begging to be fucked just like that.
The taller boy reached to fist the other’s cock in sync with his own thrusts. “I’m close, Minho,” Key almost whispered while his spot was being hit over and over again and he was seeing stars permanently. Minho sped up his thrusts and his head came down to kiss Key’s soft shoulders. He bit down harshly and that was all it took to have the other spilling his seed all over Minho’s hand and dripping onto the couch.
Key was breathing heavily but was determined to get the other boy off quickly. Minho began to lose it when Key pushed back his hips into Minho’s thrusts, trying to get as much of Minho in him as possible. Minho straightened out again and gripped at Key’s hips roughly enough to leave bruises. He lost his rhythm, held Key’s hips still, gave one last thrust and came in the other boy.
Both breathing hard and heavy, they stayed in their positions exhausted, sweaty, and sticky for a moment. Minho pulled his limp member out and pulled his pants back up to hang lowly at his hips. He grabbed a tissue and wiped his hand, then with another he tried to wipe Key’s clean hole again. Key pulled his pants back up and sat on the couch with a thud, still breathing hard.
“What the fuck, dude?” Minho sat down next to Key and took him into his arms softly.
“What?” Key replied, snuggling up to the bigger boy, his head against his shoulder and legs over the other’s.
“I’m not even gonna say it,” Minho said trying to avoid the awkward conversation he had started.
“Yeah, just don’t say anything at all, please,” Key smiled. “Remember how I said you were gonna pay for farting on me?”
His only response was a short hum from Minho.
A shocked yelp came from the tall boy when Key bit down on Minho’s nipple harshly. Key wiggled away from his grip and tried to run away, but Minho caught his forearm and pulled him back into the couch.
Key was scared for retaliation, but all Minho did was kiss his lips sweetly. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”
“And you’re disgustingly cute after sex,” Key scoffed.
“Whatever. There’s just one thing I know from this whole thing.” He yawned at leaned his head against Key’s.
“What is that, big boy?” Key asked coyly.
“I wanna wrestle with you all the time,” he said with his famous flaming charisma wink.
“Oh my god, you are so weird.”
“Shhhhh,” Minho pushed his finger up to Key’s lips and Key rolled his eyes at the younger boy’s suggestion and fell into his embrace.
Even though Minho was a cheesy fucker, Key did enjoy his idiotic attempts at after-sex chatter, and more importantly, Key liked wrestling, too, but he’d never admit it.
ENDNOTES: I didn't fucking proofread because I'm lazy hahahhaa. And also, I suck. that is all.