Boy-group: SHINee

Pairing: 2min

Genre: Erm..

Word count: 401 words

Originally posted at..

Filthy me. But more precisely; filthy us!

Minho looked at me with so much lust in his eyes that night. I was sitting at the edge of his bed, looking forward, though, from the corner of my eye, I could still see how he looked at me. He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly before he started, “Don’t deny yourself everything you ever want. Even if you keep pushing me, do you think your strength will last forever, Taemin. I know for sure mine hadn’t and I could no longer push you away, little one. Now would you, please, come to me—forget the world and boundaries, and just come to me.”

Scooting a little closer, Minho slid a hand along my jaw, and before I could protest, he bent down and sealed his mouth over mine. It was fast, very quick. Yet my body was left stiffened at the sudden contact, and my heart was pounding so hard in my chest, almost threatening to burst free from its cage and it was ready. “You know how much you want it, and how much I want it equally.” His voice was low and tempting, even before he touched me, but after the contact, I couldn’t help but notice the desperateness in it.

I said nothing, so he dove in for a second taste.

His mouth was rough on mine this time as he forced my lips apart with his teeth. Moments after I felt his tongue inside, I started inhaling his breath into my lungs. It mingled with my own and I could have not controlled myself, after that moment, and I did not. My hands got buried in his thick, long hair, and I could no longer think at all.

Just for one moment. Where’s the harm in it?

His tongue swept in my mouth and I pressed against him. He was right, my strength was only limited, and definitely had expired. After pushing him away for thirteen, full months, I finally gave into his lust and temptation; a man like myself, with a sharp voice and rough hands—those very hands that were dragging down my waist at the moment. A man who did not, and will never ever belong to me. A man who was only a couple of years older than me. A man, who is ing my own mother, every night and probably, day… Choi Minho, my mother’s brand new husband.     

ert Minho? even in the gif..