rabenhorst | [three ficlets] Minho/Key | 2x Taemin/Key

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[three ficlets] Minho/Key | 2x Taemin/Key | NC17

Three drabbles, two taekeys and a minkey :3 all shameless p0rn, more or less. I feel like the second one deserves an actual fic around it but idk don’t really have enough ideas rn.

Enjoy!

Lullaby | Key/Taemin | NC17 | 785 words
“I’d rather show you.”

“Taemin.” It’s merely a whisper in the darkness and had Taemin been asleep he wouldn’t have even registered it. He’s been awake for longer now, though, unable to sleep as his mind keeps on running a million miles an hour. There’s nothing specific that bothers him but somehow all those little things keep piling up until he can’t relax enough to get the rest he needs.

“Taemin,” the voice sounds again, this time a little more insistent, stubborn and determined to gain the wanted attention. “Are you awake?”

With a soft sigh Taemin turns his head. Instantly there’s an arm sliding around his waist, a bold hand slipping underneath the loose t-shirt he’s wearing. “Yeah. Can’t sleep.” He knows it’s nothing new. He’s always had troubles sleeping, even back home in his own bed, and the issues practically multiply every time he has to stay in an unfamiliar setting. It’s comforting when he presses back against a firm chest, his eyes slipping shut on their own. “What are you doing awake?”

Kibum chuckles against his ear, and by way of answer scrapes his teeth down the sensitive skin right underneath. “I had a dream.” His voice has dropped into a low, seductive purr and it’s enough to make a shiver run down Taemin’s spine, as if on command. Instinctively Taemin shifts a little, his ass slotting right against Kibum’s crotch and he can feel it. So, it was that kind of a dream.

“Want to tell me about it?” Taemin asks and although he tries to sound casual his breath hitches just that much in his throat, the last words breathy and strained as he fights for composure. It’s really not fair how easily Kibum pushes his buttons, all it takes is a single touch and he’s gone.

“No,” Kibum purrs and plants a whole row of wet kisses down the side of Taemin’s neck. He flattens his palm against Taemin’s stomach and slides it up to his chest, caressing the soft skin on his way. “I’d rather show you.”

Taemin doesn’t even try to get a coherent reply out and just nods hastily, his eyes closed and lips parted to let ragged breaths through. Kibum’s hand changes directions and almost too easily slips beneath the waistband of Taemin’s pyjama pants, right into his underwear. He laces his fingers around Taemin’s half-hard cock to give it a couple of languid strokes.

Within seconds he has Taemin panting in his arms, grinding back against him as he tries to gain some sort of leverage for his movements. Kibum has always loved how sensitive Taemin is, how it’s so easy to gain such delicious reactions from him. It’s like a drug for him, trying to find every single trick that makes Taemin lose his composure.

There’s no way he can ignore the ache in his crotch for much longer though and he pushes his pants down, just enough to be out of the way. Taemin whimpers when the fabric of his pants drags over his erection, providing the last bit of friction before he’s exposed to the cool air in the room. He bites his lush lower lip, his teeth sinking into skin hard enough to bruise and he knows it’ll leave a mark behind.

The prep is quick and when Taemin whines high in his throat Kibum takes it as a sign to go further. The heat is welcoming when he sinks into Taemin’s body, inch after inch, both of them focusing on the slowness of the motion until Kibum snaps his hips forward the last bit of the way. A strangled outcry tears its way from Taemin, Kibum muffling a matching one into Taemin’s neck, and for a second they just focus on the way their bodies are joined.

It doesn’t last very long, the need too much to ignore. Kibum picks up a steady pace, his hips snapping forward time and time again. He slides his hand between Taemin’s thighs, grips his leg to lift it a little for better access, and it enables the next thrust to hit deeper than any of the previous ones. Taemin cries out at that, unable to bite back the sounds he makes.

The bed creaks with every thrust but neither of them really notices. The build up towards climax is so slow and gradual it takes Taemin by surprise when suddenly the spark ignites in the pit of his stomach, sending his senses ablaze. Distantly he can hear Kibum whispering incoherent words into his ear as he rides out his orgasm, shudders shaking them even minutes after.

Finally, with the familiar scent surrounding him, arms wrapped around him securely, Taemin needs mere seconds to fall into slumber.

Rock my world | Taemin/Key | NC17 | 719 words
College is all about experimenting and having fun, finding new experiences. Even if Kibum decides all he wants to experience is Taemin.

“Are you sure about this?”

It’s the cliché of all clichés and Kibum wants to hit himself as he asks but somehow the words slip past his lips before he gets to think about it twice. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s horizontal on a bed with someone but it’s the first time that someone is Taemin, and despite all that cool front and cocky attitude Kibum really does not want to screw this up. Even if it might be a bit late to ask when they’re already naked, their hips pressed flush together, undeniably aroused.

Thankfully there’s not a hint of jest in Taemin’s laughter since Kibum might not be able to hold back his temper when being mocked, no matter how much he likes the new transfer student. “I’m sure,” Taemin replies, his eyes sparkling as he grins up at Kibum, his tousled hair falling on his face in a way that really shouldn’t be quite this alluring.

“Christ,” Kibum rolls his eyes, but despite the annoyed huff he can’t stop the smile from tugging his lips. “This is sorta embarrassing. I don’t know what’s going on, I swear I’m not usually this awkward, I’m just–”

He gets cut off by a pair of lips on his own, and Taemin uses the moment to boldly slip his tongue into his mouth. The kiss is wet and messy, lacking all sorts of finesse, but damn if it doesn’t make Kibum’s toes curl and his insides burn. Desperate, yes, he can’t deny it any longer. Especially not when the kiss ends and instantly a small, needy whimper escapes him.

“You talk too much,” Taemin scolds gently. He presses his lips on Kibum’s again but doesn’t let it evolve into a proper kiss, not now. It becomes only a flick of tongues outside their mouths, before Taemin breaks it altogether and begins to nibble a line down Kibum’s jaw.

“I do not talk too much,” Kibum huffs although it lacks the usual spark. He isn’t even really insulted, although distantly he feels that he probably should be. There are more pressing matters at hand, though, and when he tries to say something further he’s again cut off.

Taemin sinks his teeth into Kibum’s neck, speaking against the bruising spot. “I want to fuck you.”

Well that does it. Kibum shuts up and instead captures Taemin’s lips in a kiss – making sure this time he gets what he wants, he can’t let Taemin have all control – while grinding back down against him. He’s pleased to notice Taemin is still hard, much like himself. Only a slight shift in their position and Taemin’s cock slips in the cleft of Kibum’s ass, pressing against him in all the right ways.

Kibum knows they can’t go for it without prep and he has no idea if Taemin has condoms anywhere. Right now he just wants to rile them both up and push their limits, prolong this moment for as long as he can. Judging by the breathy sigh that escapes Taemin’s parted, kiss-bruised lips he’s doing something right and he rolls his hips again.

Taemin’s thin fingers are resting on Kibum’s thighs, pressing so tight he’s sure there are bound to be marks in the morning. Somehow that thought turns him on even more and he arches his back, rubbing his ass against Taemin’s groin. He can already feel beads of precum painting his skin, and the mere thought of where this is leading makes him shudder uncontrollably.

Suddenly Kibum grips Taemin’s shoulders, hooks his thighs on his hips, and flips them over so that it’s him trapped between a warm body and the crumpled sheets. Taemin looks a little stunned and Kibum smirks at him cheekily, pushing his shoulder to nudge him back to reality. “Your turn. Do the dirty work, before I have to finish myself.”

That’s more than enough and Taemin scrambles to take action. Kibum tilts his head and grins up at the movie poster staring down at them from the wall. College is all about experimenting and having fun, he tells himself, but if – just if – this turns into something recurring, he wouldn’t really mind learning every spot and crack of the ceiling in Taemin’s room.

It’s not his fault that Taemin is sort of addictive.

the fire within | Minho/Key | NC17 | 584 words
To Minho, this is nothing short of a power trip: he loves the way he can reduce Kibum to a shaking, begging mess.

It’s dark, the only indication of how much time has passed since they locked themselves in, shutting the rest of the world outside. Kibum has long since lost all concept and sense of time, his world narrowing down to the way arousal prickles under his skin, how sheer need pulses through his veins with explosive heat. He knows Minho isn’t much better off, judging by the way he’s gazing at him from black eyes, full of need.

Kibum’s whole body is wrung tight and all it takes is a brush of Minho’s long fingers deep inside of him to make him choke out a wrecked sob, overwhelmed by the sensations. Minho has been finger-fucking him for the longest now, always pulling back just when Kibum thinks he’s right there only to go on torturing him in the most pleasant of ways.

To Minho, this is nothing short of a power trip. He loves the way he can reduce Kibum to a shaking, begging mess – even if he doesn’t beg with words, never, it’s still there in the desperation laced in his gaze and the shaky inhalations of breath. This is Minho’s way of staking a claim, showing that he can bring Kibum to a point no one else can, to a point where even his impervious pride shows signs of cracking.

He has three fingers worked inside of Kibum, knuckle deep, and the sight alone makes his throat lace up as he imagines what else he could do with that wanton body sprawled on the sheets in front of him. Again. There’s not only the remains of lubricant to make the slide of skin on skin easier, but also his release from when he fucked Kibum, first over the kitchen counter and then in the shower. Once they got in the bedroom, that’s when he begun to slow things down.

Briefly Minho wonders if he could work Kibum open a little more, to push a fourth digit in, but shakes the thought off before he can act on it. Instead he presses his index finger against Kibum’s prostate and earns a high pitched mewl in return. Kibum’s hips lift on their own accord, bucking off the mattress as he tries to push back against Minho’s hand. His whole body clenches and unclenches as Minho continues to tease that spot, drinking in every single reaction he gains from the trembling of Kibum’s thighs to the way he writhes underneath the ministrations.

Never in his life has Minho seen anything as breathtaking as this. Kibum’s hips are bruised from the way he was gripping them earlier, scratch marks on his sides as if painted on pale skin, sweat beading on the planes of his body.

It makes Minho want to fuck him again and again until they collapse, unable to move an inch. Right now they have all the time in the world and he’s determined to use that, make every minute count. So he holds back, ignores the burning need that threatens to take over, and aims for making Kibum scream.

Kibum’s thighs part easily even further when Minho nudges them. It’s a simple enough gesture but never fails to make Minho feel like a winner: he’s obviously doing something right. Wordlessly Minho scrapes his teeth along the sensitive skin of Kibum’s inner thigh, followed by a couple of open-mouthed kisses that each make Kibum draw in a shaky breath. They both know where this is headed.

Minho grins. It will be a long night.

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these are incredibly self-indulgent. ...I scored myself a job, so I celebrate by writing smut! \o/

also I finally finished the big bang fic, hooray! now I can have a life again!

all the taekey is dedicated to my Taemin-biased t-list ~~seriously I seem to collect taemints somehow~~ enjoy bbs~♥

~~someone please tell me how it’s possible Key is so gorgeous /sobbing~~

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