#SHINee fanfic

[mykoreanlove]

Hiii!! Can I request you something for Choi Minho??? I've been obessed with him lately. So, maybe something cute like y/n works as a stylist for SHINee and Minho has a crush on her, something along the lines..Thank you!

It was supposed to be fluff but you know how this goes 🙊

Hope you like it! 🥰

DEPRIVED

„Y/N, can you moan for me?“

You choked on your red wine as you heard Minho‘s request. Hastily he got up and patted your back.

„Shit sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.“ His brown eyes looked into yours compassionately.

„You want me to moan for you? What the hell Minho?“

He laughed sweetly, already anticipating your reaction.

„I know how this sounds.“

You rolled your eyes at him judgmentally.

„Oh, do you?“

Minho took the wine glass out of your hand and grabbed your hand lovingly.

„Please, y/n. I haven’t been with a woman for so long. I’m so deprived of femininity, please help me out.“

You always wondered why Minho stayed single and lived a rather boring love life, after all he was in high demand.

Charming personality, banging hot body and cute face. Every girl would get on her knees in an instant, yet he chose to stay alone.

„Deprived huh? What do you want me to do exactly?“

His eyes lit up in anticipation, he had won you over easily.

Minho got up and walked over to the couch, sitting and spreading his legs like an alpha. His personality was shy with you, but his body wasn’t.

„Can you sit on me?“, he asked nervously.

You mustered him for a moment: strong, thick thighs spread apart that made room for you on his lap, muscular arms that waited to grab you and hungry eyes that wanted to devour you.

You had worked with him for ages, was this really a good idea? Your head weighed the pros and cons of overstepping your professional relationship with him but it was your body that made the ultimate decision.

The pull towards him was just too strong.

You got up and took a seat on his lap, feeling his strong thighs underneath you. You placed your delicate hands on his broad chest, supporting you like that.

„Is that okay?“, you asked shyly, not making eye contact with him.

„Perfect“, he whispered. „Even though one thing is missing…Look at me y/n.“

Your heart fluttered fast as his thumb grabbed your chin and tilted your head up, making you gaze into his eyes deeply.

„Hi“, he chuckled softly. You broke out in laughter, joining him in this serene moment. „Hi, Minho.“

„Does this feel weird?“

You shook your head truthfully. This felt far from weird, it actually felt kind of nice.

He smiled contentedly, glad that you felt the same way.

„What do you want me to do now?“

Minho cleared his throat and asked for kisses on his throat, something he absolutely adored.

You placed your soft lips on his throat, kissing it lightly before you started sucking on the thin skin, almost marking it.

„Cautious y/n, my stylist is going to kill me if I show up bruised“, he chuckled. „Oh, sorry“, you apologized and traced his jaw line instead, pampering him with sweet, little kisses. Minho‘s head fell back in pleasure, he had missed this so much. As your lips found his earlobe he shot up rapidly, holding his breath patiently.

„Can I touch you?“

You nodded and seconds after you felt his strong arms wrapped around you, his big hands sliding all over your body. You nibbled on his ear which elicited a deep growl from him. Fuck, this made you feel some things.

Minho‘s voice got even deeper as he complimented your kissing style. „I liked that, y/n. I really fucking liked that.“

Slowly, you whispered into his ear: „I know something that you like even more.“

You started circling your hips on him, feeling all of him now. You were right, he liked that even more.

„Fuck me, why are you so good at this“, he licked his lips, thinking about his next move.

„I’m good at everything, Min“, you smirked as you looked him in the eyes and grinded on him. His hands were glued to your ass, squeezing and massaging with full hands.

„Remember what you had asked of me?“

He nodded his head eagerly.

You leaned over and brushed his ear with your lips, sighing heavily into it. The grip on your ass got tighter as Minho tried to control himself. But you wanted to play, so you took things to the next level. Sighing turned into small whimpers which then turned into needy moans, all while circling your hips on his hard erection.

„You’re making me lose my mind, y/n“, he breathed out heavily.

„Isn’t this what you wanted?“

He nodded again, desperate for more of you.

„I want more though“, he stated.

You leaned back once more and mustered his face, his eyes were dying with need.

Need for you.

You leaned in and brushed his plush lips with yours, softly while whispering: „Not like this, Minho. Date me for real and we‘ll see.“

You got up from his lap and grabbed your things, making your way to the exit. He was unable to move, but called after you.

„Y/N, wait. What was this then?“

You turned around and winked at him playfully.

„A preview.“

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[proudahgase-exol]

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[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 13

Breeding/Lactation - Minho

!dom Minho

Your husband had become rabid the first time that you got pregnant. He had always dreamt of being a father, that may have been why he loved when you called him Daddy, so when it finally happened, he was over the moon. So attentive to every one of your needs throughout the nine months, even more so than he already was, and a thousand times more once your little girl arrived. Obsessed with you, obsessed with her, he held your family together and for that you were eternally grateful.

When your daughter was 18 months old, you fell pregnant again. This time you were terrified, still breastfeeding your first, you had no idea if you were ready. Yet, Minho assured you in both his words and actions that he would be just as supportive, and happy to take on additional responsibility to make sure that you were okay.

You were blessed again with an easy pregnancy, no morning sickness, no painful symptoms, but you didn’t take this for granted, having seen your friends go through awful terms, you counted your lucky stars that you were able to function as normal, albeit growing another addition to your already perfect family inside you. Your daughter was too young to understand that she would have a sibling, only learning to string a few words together, but she would understand more by the time your baby came along. 

Six months along, you are resting in your bed as Minho puts your daughter to sleep in her room. Reading a book, you barely notice your husband as he enters, it is only when you feel the weight shift on the mattress that you look up at him with a soft smile.

“Thank you,” You mumble, “I’m sorry I wasn’t more help tonight.”

Minho settles next to you, splaying his large hand over your stomach, and he lifts his head to stare at you with those beautiful doe eyes of his, “Nae sarang,” He shakes his head, “You do more than I ever could, growing and feeding our girl, and this one too, you don’t need to do anything else… That's why I’m here.”

He treats you like a princess, kissing you softly while his hand presses a little firmer to feel your baby kicking. They love their Daddy, and you love him too, cupping his cheeks with your hands as his kisses become more charged, forceful, he is fired up, and you would never say no. Your stomach is inconveniently in the way, though his desire for you is so persistent that you have learnt the right positions to avoid that, on your side, his body so much larger than yours it is easy for him to fit between your legs.

“You’re so beautiful.” He purrs, grinding into you, fuck, is he hard already?

“No, no,” You shake your head cheekily, “Daddy, what do you want?”

Minho growls, the name setting him off, “I want you, my love,” He responds, “I need to be inside you, knocking you up again.”

You moan into his mouth as you spread your legs further apart, begging for him with your body, wearing no panties under his shirt that you wear to sleep. He is only in loose basketball shirts and a t-shirt, it is easy to feel how hard he is, did that happen the second he walked into the room?

“Take me,” You urge him, “I need it, get me pregnant again.”

It’s crazy, and you both know it, but his desires are so intense, and you have grown to love them too. You are so much more sensitive when you are pregnant, it makes all of this so much better. You sit up so that he can pull your shirt up over your head, exposing your naked body to him and he quickly moves to kiss your neck, a hand on one of your breasts, massaging it as he kisses further down to reach the other, not wanting to leave it bare. His tongue swipes over your nipple, and he moans around it as you begin to leak, slightly engorged from your daughter missing a feed, and your body preparing for another baby, it’s no surprise that the slightest stimulation has your milk dripping out.

“Please,” You beg him, “Fuck me, please.”

Minho really didn’t need to be asked, his hand moving away from your breast to your core instead, already wet for him it takes no time to prepare you, soon replacing three fingers with his cock, hard and leaking as he thrusts in all the way. Your milk spills down your stomach as he fucks into you, both overwhelmed and obsessed and turned on and fucking crazy for each other. He fills you effortlessly, moaning loudly in sync with your own, fingers on your clit to pull you closer to release in time with his own. You have this all figured out, perfect positioning to not hurt your baby, but still to be close enough to kiss you, to feel the way that your body shakes with every thrust, falling apart on his fingers and his cock.

“Gonna fill you up, baby,” He warns you, “You want that, don’t you? I’ll keep you pregnant forever.” 

You arch your back the best that you can as you fall over the edge, cumming on his cock which pushes him into orgasm too, filling you to overflow, though his fingers hold you round the edge to stop you from leaking as he fucks you until he is dry. Slowing down he breathes heavily, coming down from his high as you descend from yours too. He kisses you softly, pulling out of you while you whine in sensitivity and from the loss, Minho helps you sit, making sure that you are steady before he guides you to the bathroom to help clean you up. He changes the bedsheets while you rinse off in the tub, and soon you are again curled up in his arms to sleep.

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[imaginidol]

Taemin: Stars Under the Rain

“Taemin!” You hissed at the giggling boy as he practically jogged away from you with your shared umbrella, leaving you to be slowly soaked under the evening rain’s mist.

“You menace,” you whisper, pulling at his ear once you’ve caught up to him for the umpteenth time. “If I have to say your name one more time, someone’s gonna recognize you and the rest is history!”

Taemin only giggled some more and looked around the street at the walking pedestrians around you.

“What if a reporter hears us? Me with you? How funny do you think the headlines will be?”

“Taemin, that’s not funny!” You can’t help but stifle a short laugh at the ridiculousness of the boy in front of you.

“Fine, how about you hold the umbrella now?” He offers you the bright green umbrella along with a sheepish grin.

“Wow, thanks, Tae,” you roll your eyes at the realization that the only reason he returned the umbrella was because evidently, the mist had suddenly stopped.

He giggles again and pulls his hoodie over his head.

“Okay, okay,” he smiled, offering you his hand. “I’ll be good now.”

You pinched his arm before generously accepting his hand, wrapping your cool fingers around his.

While he was a bit of a menace to be around, you appreciated and loved the way Taemin would turn into a completely comfortable and playful version of himself when he was with you. There weren’t too many people he would show this side to.

“Look,” he says, stopping shortly before a line of street-way trees decorated with holiday lights.

You look up to see where his eyes have landed. You’re taken aback by the breathtaking sight of brightly-lit trees. While you always knew the city decorated their trees for the holidays, you had never actually stopped to admire the work put into the heavenly sight and how beautifully it complemented the dark sky at night.

“Wanna know what I think of these trees?” He looks at you quietly.

“Tell me what you think,” you reply.

“I really like how each bulb, regardless of its shape or size, is very pretty on its own. It’ll light up the dark pretty well. But I do prefer how they all complement each other when they’re all together, different shapes and different sizes. They look like cosmos when they’re all together.”

“I like that thought,” you say, admiring the twinkling lights all around you both. “Do you see those star-shaped lights, Tae? I think of you as one of those, in a sense.”

“Is it because I’m an artist and being a ‘star’ is my career?” He smiles.

“That’s too literal, Tae. I mean like… you’re very admirable in your own way. Inside and outside of your career. You work hard for what you give, you give your best when someone asks for your advice. You have people all around you that support you and help you succeed well. It makes you stand out like one of these star-lights. And if you put you and your supporters together… you all become a big, lit-up beautiful tree. You give inspiration to many in more ways than one.”

Taemin was quiet for a while, soaking in your calming words. The corners of his lips would curl to the tiniest of smiles when he thought of you at times like these.

“You know,” he says after a while, “I appreciate the way you see me for me, in and out of my career. But you’re missing something in your analogy.”

“What am I missing?”

“While it may be a beautifully lit-up tree that I’ve cultivated over my life, it takes just one precious person to notice it all and truly appreciate its existence. You see me and you appreciate me, my supporters, my life when the lights are turned off, my life when I’m shining at my brightest. I appreciate having you be that person. You make me feel very… seen.”

Your cheeks redden warmly and you can’t help but pull your boyfriend’s face close to plant a sweet kiss against his cheek, to which he smiles and returns one against your lips.

One, two, four little kisses later, the mist of rain is back. This time, you have the upper-hand with holding the umbrella. You realize this and immediately jog away from Taemin, leaving him in a heap of shock and giggles as he runs calling after you, the rain mist hitting his face and yours as you both briskly ran away under the brightly shining holiday trees.

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[cloudytaemin]

taemin as ur boyfriend <3

just some 2 am taemin thoughts, enjoy. damn hes sexy in that photo though aughhhh

bullet point syle since i am way too tired to write something out, sorry y/n-nies :[

taemin's home after ten too many days of working, a sigh escaping him as he makes his way to the bedroom

you already knew hed be exhausted so you started the bath and threw in some salts and oils that you knew he liked

you peck him on the cheek and he hugs you tightly

he wants to kiss you deeper but knows that you arent expecting it so he waits

you look up at him and tell him about the bath you prepared and he grins

of course, he's taemin, so once you get into the bathroom he starts to strip and asks you to join him

hes the type to let you sit on his cock in the bath while he pretends to be unaffected by how dangerously hot he thinks you are

once you slip in on the other side of the bath he frowns and tells you to come sit with him

so of course he pulls you between his legs on his side of the bath

and starts kissing down your neck, nibbling on your skin

you can't reach his cock so you move your hips back and forth to get him aroused, but the joke is on you

because taemin had been growing since he asked you to get in with him

and once he saw you it was game over for him, he needed it then and there and he knew it

his hand reaches forward and he runs his fingers up and down your folds, he knows exactly what he's doing

his thumb finds its way onto your clit where he rubs it back and forth quickly, and your hips buck in return

he tells you to turn around and you quickly oblige, feeling his cock rub against your heat in the water of the tub

you raise yourself up to take him in

but you dont realize that despite how tired he is he really cant control himself when it comes to you

so of course he's going to fuck you like he always does

long and hard, hes going to make you squirt around him until you feel like you cant anymore

if anyone knows how many rounds you can go its him

hell make you feel like you never want today to end

and hes such a slut for your lips

not to say you arent for his

but hes addicted to kissing, its all he ever does, even when hes moaning loud enough for the floor below him to hear he'll have his lips locked on yours because he can never get enough

but not to mention the way his muscles tense while hes fucking into you

you could swear they get even better

and his back while youre running your hands all over him

the waves and taut feeling of his back

those damned dancer muscles making an impression on you

once he finally thinks hes exhausted enough

and the bath water is starting to get dirty

hell wash himself, and then you, because what kind of man would he be if he made you wash up yourself after he used you like a toy

and taemins such a soft boy so after he fucks you until you feel like moving is impossible hell dress you in a pair of his sweatpants

and one of his favorite shirts, maybe he'd even let you wear his boxers to bed instead of pants

but no matter what he's end up sticking his hands under them anyway to feel your bare skin

he swears he couldnt sleep without it

even though he does every day he's away for preparing for comebacks

even if hes gone at one am hed make sure to come home at least once to check on you while you were asleep

just to see your face because he missed you

and sometimes he wakes you up to give you some kisses (even if it evolved into more most of the time)

always coming back to his schedule with his makeup from the last location all screwed up

hair tousled and lips swollen

thank god he didnt wear any of the official outfits off set

but when hes in bed he cant drift off without one more kissing session, and some more touching

because who would he be if he wasnt a religiously guilty sex-driving machine that ended up not being very sex driven at all?

unless he was, when he wanted to be

but, alas, when he didnt want to be he would make you breakfast

and shower when he woke up, to keep his pristine skin and hair from falling out

he needs another kiss when you wake up

how else would he keep the smile on his face

he hates working when he cant bring you

but when he can its usually to concerts

nobody else knows why he looks at one section for the whole concert except for you

and you blush every time he sings want and wont stop looking at you in the eyes, yes he knows what hes doing

he always tries to get you backstage afterwards

but you reject him since you know the media will catch you

and then youd become more than the cover up that you visit him so much because youre his housekeeper

what kind of housekeeper goes backstage at concerts to see him afterwards

some housekeeper that must be

he'll get impatient after a while though and end up in your hotel room even though euisu said no

all tangled in covers with you

infatuated by your beauty, tracing shapes all over your skin and giving you infinite amounts of kisses

hes such a cheesy little shit

but both of you know thats how it goes even if hes looking at you telling you that hes your toy in the middle of a concert

taemin always says i love you

because its all he ever thinks about

his mind is you you you

and maybe some kkoong too

because he always cuddles up with her

and starts vlives when youre in the other room

one too many times youve wondered who hes talking to and almost blew it

and hell apologize after for not warning you

but we all know hes going to do it again

because thats just how he is

in his stupid, lovable, little shit form that he is

and you love every part of him because of it

even when you fight

hes always first to apologize but expects an apology in return

because hes not the only one who did wrong

but of course he forgives quickly

and ends up kissing you

and making you an omelet or kimchi stew

because he is lovable, lovable taemin, whom you can never take your mind or eyes off of, even when you try

yall that was so cute for me to write my brain is melting in cute taemin rn, i hope you enjoyed this. its my first time writing in bullets though so i hope its okay TT

~ ryse

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[xotaemintol]

Hello, can u do a headcanon: Relationship habits with Taemin

thanks<3

OFC!!

Now, all of this is really just based off of very small things I’ve seen him do in lives and stuff and also his MBTI (we’re both INFP’s btw lolololol) so if it doesn’t feel very accurate then I’ll be pleased to make changes and make it however you want or feel would be more accurate to the unhinged man himself, anywaaaays here you go!!

FLUFFY FLUFF no pronouns used, no gender implied!!

!!SFW!!

Taemin has a habit of making you try anything he's eating, even if it's bad.

-He's the type to try new things often, and he wants you to try them too so he'll literally force you to eat it even if he knows you won't like it

-"Just try it!" "C'mon! Just a little bite!"

-eventually you'll give in and try it after five minutes of him prying, and just when you think he won't do it again, he asks you to try the drink too

-he accidentally bought a veggie smoothie when he was out and when he tasted it he literally gagged and was like "baby, try this!" You said no but he literally whined and kept asking until you finally drank it, and surprisingly it was delicious

-when he cooks he always waits for you to try it first, he loves seeing your reactions when he makes something that tastes good

He says things that sound questionable all the time and you think he does it just because he finds it funny

-Minho once came over without a warning before and you had both just woken up, he saw you both coming out of Taemin's room looking like you got hit by a tornado and when he asked what happened, Taemin said: "we had a long night."

-When you were celebrating your anniversary he gave a small speech and in it he said: "I'm so happy to spend my life with you, even after everything you have done, I couldn't be happier with everyone else." Needless to say, it raised a few brows and he had to explain that he just meant all the good things you've done for him

-he accidentally made it seem like you were getting married once when he was trying to explain that you were moving in with him and Minho (not knowing) sent a four thousand dollar engagement gift to congratulate you

He does this thing where he'll pet your head but super aggressively

-he usually does this to Kkoong and Ddaeng, but he also does it to you now too

-he'll randomly pet the two adorable cats and then he'll turn to you and basically tackle you to aggressively pet your head while calling you cute over and over again and kissing your entire face

-you had to run from him once because he was trying to pet your head after you had just got your hair done, he caught you anyways and made sure to be extra aggressive and really hammer in just how adorable you are

-to put it simply, he has extreme cuteness aggression towards you so he squeezes you face often, pinches your cheeks, hugs you so tight you might pop, and will straight up tackle you because he thinks you are just so cute

He takes ages to respond to messages when he's out, even if he's not busy, he can take hours to respond

-once you texted him asking if he was eating dinner before coming back home so you'd know if you needed to cook for two or not but he never answered and because you didn't know if he was eating already or not, you cooked two full meals...he had already eaten...

-he may take hours to respond but when he does text you he'll send like 50 texts and when you don't respond right away he'll get offended

-'why aren't you responding to my texts? Are you busy?' 'Didn't you miss me??? What's taking you so long?? Helllooooooo???'

-he'll get super clingy when you take too long to respond to him, and if he gets home before you do he'll be upset the rest of the night until you spoil him with attention

He stays up late and watches Kdramas or Anime for hours and will get so immersed in it that he'll forget you went to bed and will yell and scream when he gets excited

-you catch him almost every night watching something different and have to remind him to go to bed so he isn't tired in the morning

-when he watched Tokyo Ghoul he screamed during the last episode because he was so excited and woke you up, you told him to at least be quieter and expected him to come to bed soon, but instead, he stayed up till morning and then passed out on the couch with a blanket 

-once you fell asleep on the couch with him while watching a movie and he accidentally woke you up with his cheering

You don't argue often, but when you do he can't be serious

-he smiles and laughs in the middle of small arguments, he'll be grinning the entire time and it's not because he doesn't take the situation serious, it's just because he doesn't even get why you're fighting anyways

-he laughed when you were arguing about getting a third cat and you couldn't even take the argument serious anymore

-even when arguing he finds you so cute, he'll literally drop the whole conversation to attack you with affection

Is such a cat and plant dad that when he's upset with you he'll go and talk to them about what made him upset

-he sits in the living room sometimes and talks to them about you in general, but when he's upset he'll sulk and grumble to the plants about you

-'can you believe that? I can't either'

-even when he's not upset he still talks to them about you

-he's so dramatic he once cried to the plants saying that you were going to divorce him and take the kids, this happens whenever he has to suddenly cancel dinner plans or whenever you get upset at him for keeping you up or for buying expensive cat toys

He may take hours to respond but he'll send long video logs of his day to show you how his day has been going

-when he's filming or traveling he makes super long videos in that hour long wait of a response, he'll talk to you through the videos and ask you about your day and ask if you missed him or what you ate

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[curlslovekpop]

.:~She Loves Me Not~:.

Suddenly reminding her how soft his skin felt under her touch. How goosebumps formed all over his arms when her lips traced his sensitive spot on his exposed neck.

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“So…you’re his girlfriend?” Kibum asked in a curious and observant tone.

“No I’m not his girlfriend” she spoke with calmness as she watched Taemin laughing and jollying with his friends. His smile bright and clear, his laughter sincere and full of joy. His eyes looked so different when they were not half-closed, darkened and clouded with lust.

“Why, don’t you wanna be his girlfriend?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to be his girlfriend”

Her eyes fixated on his face, tracing, watching intently. Eyes wandering down his neck to his broad shoulders and chiseled biceps. His skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat.

Suddenly reminding her how soft his skin felt under her touch. How goosebumps formed all over his arms when her lips traced his sensitive spot on his exposed neck.

“I just don’t want to be anyone else’s something”

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[youaremy-dreamgirl]

Juice

Pairing: Minho x reader

Genre: suggestive

Word count: 377 words

Summary: Minho thinks you like him

A/N: super short drabble based on SHINee's Juice because I love the song and also Minho's been looking like a snack during this comeback 🥴

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"I think you like me" he whispers in your ear, making you freeze on your spot, the click of the door he just locked behind you resounding in your ears. He leans back only a little and faces you, head tilted to the side and mere inches away from yours. He's got you trapped, literally, between him and the door.

You can only stare at his lips, determined not to look into his eyes and let him see he's right.... but then he smirks and pushes your head up with a single finger on your chin.

"I think you liiiiiike me" he chants playfully, fully aware that you're at his mercy, his sparkling eyes piercing through yours. You can feel yourself shaking with excitement and close your fists in an attempt to calm yourself down.

"I think you li-"

"Shut up" you cut him off with a harsh kiss, and he is quick to move his hand to the back of your neck when you attempt to move away, keeping you in place, while his other hand on your lower back flushes your body into his.

He breaks the kiss to look at you with a smug look on his face, so before he can say anything else you grab him by his shirt and kiss him again, this time softer, enjoying the way his lips feel on yours. You graze your teeth on his lower lip and, as he opens his mouth, slip your tongue to immediately find his. He tastes like that mint gum he's always chewing and you let out a moan you automatically regret, but he clearly enjoys, based on the way he deepens the kiss.

You loosen the grip on his shirt to place your open hands on his chest and move them down his stomach and feel his abs, now voluntarily whining at how fucking ripped he is. His chuckle gives you the courage you need to hook your fingers in his waistband and tug to push him even closer to your body, surprised to feel he is already getting hard.

You raise your eyebrows at him and he responds by scrunching his nose and grabbing your ass.

"I think you liiiiike me" you mock him, diving into his lips again.

#shinee x reader #minho x reader #shinee fanfic #minho fanfic #shinee suggestive #minho suggestive #shinee #minho #choi minho #choi minho fanfic

[gayashawol]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Ships: Kim Kibum x Male Pastor!Y/N

Genre: Smut, Angsty (It’s kinda hurt but also comfort???)

Word Count: 4000+ words

Content Warning(s): Past Child Molestation (There’s a flashback part, but it’s not very detailed), Dealing with Trauma, Sex, Dark Religious Themes, Religious Trauma

Author’s Notes: Yes, I know I said I don’t allow any sort of rape in any of my stories, but a friend suggested me to do this sort of thing and made me realise that I’ve gone through something similar where I wanted to do something again. So pretty much, this is what the story is going. It is a bit of a weird one, but I hope I was able to convey Key’s emotions well. Also, Key is in his 20s and the Pastor is about in his 40s.

I still think about what happened, the way he touched me, the way he went about it, and even the way my parents reacted when I finally told them.

While I did feel some sort of guilt, I also had this strange feeling inside of me that would admit that I liked it. Maybe I was in denial, or maybe I was being serious. I didn’t know how to feel, or how I could go about my life without pinpointing exactly the feeling I was getting.

Nonetheless, I knew I wanted to do it again.

—

It was something I thought about for years on end, and I hadn’t been able to tell anyone. I was just ashamed, or maybe people would assume that I was lying for clout.

I knew that it was something that truly happened to me, I even had the very clothes that I wore on that day. I remembered what I ate for breakfast, what my mother was planning on making me for dinner, and even down to a couple of minutes before the incident.

I never went to therapy for my pain, nor I ever went back to church. My parents were disappointed, grounding me every time I missed one day for a week until I went. It was at that very moment that my faith was crippled.

I tend to cry when I think of my emotions, but this time was different. A part of me wanted to move on, even though I didn’t know how to. That was when I was on the phone with my parents, explaining about the pain that I’d been going through. They suggested me to go back, but I wasn’t sure.

My parents hated the fact that I was an atheist. The amount of screaming matches I had to go through, just because they wanted to force the bible on me. Every single time I tell them to stop, they get louder and louder. I had no power over them, and I would feel trapped within myself.

However, this was the first time I agreed with them. I was in my 20s, surely he would change. I shook my head, before cutting off to process exactly what I was about to do.

I planned my trip to my hometown, packing up clothes I would know they would approve. I knew I had to look as manly as possible, especially when I go to church. I took in a crisped grey suit and pants, with a bow on them.

A couple of days later, I finally made that trip and was at the front door of my parents’ house. They seemed so happy to see me upon opening and letting me in, but the facade broke away, and their strictness was back.

“Kibum, if you’re staying here, you will need to go to church with us every Sunday.” I sighed, face-palming while contemplating why I thought it would be a good idea to come back home. I knew I’d only be here for a week, but just the memories coming back made it ten times worse.

I saw my childhood room, thinking about all the times I cried alone in my bed that day. I just wish I could speak to my past self and comfort him. Everything here was filled with horrible thoughts, and not even the TV was safe. The amount of Christian content that I had to watch was concerning. I used to be made fun of at school for not watching shows that all the kids were watching simply because it wasn’t allowed.

I saw a picture of my younger self, in a suit ready to go to church. Right next to it, there was another picture of me, but I was being baptised. It was the happiest day of my life. I thought that I was going to love Jesus forever and be a Christian for the rest of my life. Sadly, that wouldn’t be the case.

I woke up to my parents knocking on my door to get ready to go to church. I was very nervous, yet I put on a brave face as I took a shower to clear my mind. Maybe, this was going to be fine, right?

When I got ready to go into the car, I saw my father waiting outside while my mother walked slowly down the stairs. We didn’t live that far from our local church, but my parents always insisted on walking together like a family. I never understood that, even now as an adult.

I was finally at the place where I feared, the hall. Everyone was walking in, chatting to one and another while I sat alone. Seeing how “lonely” I looked according to my mother, as she was chatting to one of my childhood friends, she introduced me to him, causing me to awkwardly wave my hand as the both of them stared in my direction.

I’ve been an adult for some time now, and even listening to the pastor speaking felt like a bore. But then, he stared at me — and we locked eyes for a whole second before turning back to the crowd, and the service suddenly got somewhat interesting. He seemed happier now that I was here, which felt sweet on its own but weird. How did he know who I was even though I was 10 when I last saw him?

My mind was puzzling in my head, and before I could even process what just happened, the church was over. I didn’t even realise the time until my mother tapped me on the shoulder for food.

I sat down at a table alone, not wanting to sit next to my parents. I had a plate full of rice, bulgogi and kimchi, and ate slowly but steadily. As I was just forgetting about what just happened, I saw Pastor Y/N walking towards me. My eyes widened, and I was still in shock by the time he reached me.

“Is this seat free?” He asked. I shook my head and he sat by me. He still had the same scent 10 years later. He hasn’t even changed a thing at all! As a matter of fact, he looked even better!

“Kibum… you’ve grown so much! I’m so glad you decided to come by today!” He seemed polite in nature, and didn’t seem to have any malicious intentions. I mean, it was normal for him to go up to people and speak to them.

But then, the incident started playing in my head. I stood as still as a rock, looking down so he couldn’t see me. I wanted to ask but was nervous. What if he wasn’t the same guy anymore? Surely he could do me one last time…

“Hey, Kibum… can I invite you to dinner tomorrow?” I quickly agreed, nothing trying to take time to think about what I was getting myself into.

Tomorrow felt like a breeze, I didn’t even remember what I did when I was going home. I did remember my mother pulling me into a corner away from my father just to ask me if Pastor Y/N did anything to me. I kept quiet, shaking my head as I looked back at Mother to see if my answer was verified.

“I saw him chatting to you today. He told me he misses you after all these years, and wants to see you in Church more. He could help you build your relationship with God again.” I tried not to roll my eyes for the 8th time, but I wanted to keep the lies going… unless I wasn’t.

I was invited to come for dinner at Pastor Y/N’s. I knew it was something I didn’t want to share with my parents, as I knew that it would come with something more than just two consenting adults meeting in a house.

That very night, I made sure to buy some condoms and lube to bring with me in case anything escalated. I planned out an outfit that seemed masculine enough so he wouldn’t raise an eyebrow at me — even though I was sure that he knew for a fact that I was not a heterosexual man.

I fell asleep, seeing the man that I always dreamed of being close to — but was unsure how to feel about it. As an adult, I felt like a kid again. He held my hand like he was crossing the road, reminding me to look both ways before walking. I saw the road form around me, seeing each sparkle and star create the world around us, seeing familiar people appearing one by one.

It was then that I was brought into the Church, people were singing while praying at the same time. There were too many people, so Pastor Y/N took me backstage where the changing rooms were. At that point, my heart started pounding. This was the moment that it happened, his hand landed on my thighs so he could stroke them. His hands were rough and scratchy, they were also huge enough to cover the whole diameter of my legs from my thighs to my ankles.

My dress pants were pulled down, revealing bright blue underwear with thunderbolts on them. I’d thought he would stop right there, but he continued on and removed the very thing that was hiding my genital area. Everything was a blur after that, having my head facing the wall and feeling the action happening from my rear end.

I woke up almost feeling like I wanted to cry, so I lay there at 5 am while waiting for me to fall back to sleep. I then felt something hard underneath my pants, which meant that I had a wet dream as well.

This was how it was for over a decade. I get flashback dreams, I wake up crying, I get hard, I masturbate, I fall back to sleep. It never failed me. It remained the same ever since. I wasn’t sure if it was because of how I process things, but everyone that I told was quick to say how unnatural it was for me to act the way I did.

I woke up with my pants still down, unable to recall what happened last night. I got into the shower, thinking about everything I wanted to say to that man. My stomach was growling like I was hungry, but deep down inside I was a nervous wreck.

I had to awkwardly eat breakfast with my parents since my mother filled out the whole table with all sorts of fruits, a tray for the tea set and some other drinks, and bread with some sandwich toppings on another tray. All the trays that were displayed made it seem like there was way more stuff than expected. I rarely ate — only trying to take as little as possible so I could excuse myself into my room to get ready.

I sat in my room, waiting for his name to pop up on my phone. He gave me the green light, prompting me to get dressed and walk out of the house. It was noon and my parents were a bit concerned as to why I was leaving at this time. I thought of a quick lie of me walking around my childhood city as an excuse and they accepted it — surprisingly.

I ran off, walking towards a train station that would lead me to his place. He called me a couple of times to ask me if I was coming, but I was underground and had to wait until I arrived to reply to him. He picked me up at the train station, pulling me into a warm embrace which felt imitated.

“Kibum… how have you been doing? Was the journey alright?” He said in his soft voice, possibly softer than he was at the church the day before. He held my hand as we walked out of the station, walking towards what seemed to be his neighbourhood. He lived in a nice little penthouse that seemed small, but it had all the view he could have.

We entered from the entrance, before going onto the lift to the very top. He unlocked his door, opening it to showcase a very warm atmosphere that I could get at any pub or restaurant. Everywhere seemed neat but messy at the same time, while also looking expensive looking. It was a sight I didn’t want to miss, especially with the fact that every single glance was something worth noting, like the gramophone sitting at the corner of the room.

“Make yourself at home, Kibum.” He patted the couch, indicating him asking me to sit down. I eventually did, while he was searching around the room for something catching up to our conversation. “So Kibum… tell me what you have been doing ever since you left Church.”

“Well…” I started. “I moved out and so I couldn’t afford to come all the way here.” I went with the conversation, knowing that he was going to say something very cliche.

“Kibum…” He stopped what he was doing to sit next to me, with his hands on mine while they were on my lap. “Listen to me… Jesus will always love you, regardless of that.”

I didn’t know if I wanted to continue with that talk, yet it was my fault for agreeing to go to a literal pastor’s house. Sure I didn’t want to go through a whole lecture on how God is good and great for the millionth time, but a part of me just wants to see what would happen… between us.

“I always felt like I had to go every Sunday… but the moment I couldn’t… I feel fake.” I lied, even giving him the puppy eyes that I mastered since I was a kid.

“Kibum, don’t say that…” I felt his hand on my back, the adrenaline of the conversation was causing me to go on and keep the lie going. “I always knew your love for Jesus is real, even since you were a boy.”

He was starting to get close to me, having his other hand stroking my crotch area. I was horrified, but I was also excited that I was going to get with Pastor Y/N again after all these years of craving for his touch.

“Kibum…” He was checking me off through my clothes, and I could see a small spark in his eyes. He saw something that he was looking for, and that was me. My young body that he wanted to use again. “…Please… may I pray for you?”

Suddenly, my mind went blank, unsure how to feel or to respond. Was he going to use me again, or was this bait created by my imagination which was so desperate that I generated my suffering by my thoughts?

After all the thoughts that ran through my mind, I agreed, holding both of my hands while we faced each other. His eyes closed, and so did mine. This used to be my everything as a child, being able to picture God clearly with his white-washed face and his gown. Nowadays, I see nothing. It was impossible to convince myself to see otherwise.

“Father in heaven, I thank you for being brother Kibum back into the Church.“ He started praying, in which he started becoming more preachy as every sentence occurred.

I felt his every nudge, every poke, and all the attempts he made to touch me in any way or form. He even managed to place his hand on my thighs while it was spread apart, causing me to be unable to close it.

He was getting deep into his prayer, and I was feeling slightly uncomfortable, but excited at the same time. This was what I was waiting for, or at least that was what I thought I needed. I wasn’t sure how to feel. Did I accomplish anything? Did I make things worse? Oh god… did I make anything worse?

But then… he slipped his hand under my pants, and all those thoughts left my mind.

It was just pure… silence. I was horny, I needed this, and I wanted this. It was exactly what I was looking for at this very moment… someone using me for their benefit. That was my guilty pleasure.

“Wow… your penis barely has changed!” Pastor Y/N went close to me, and I gulped as loudly as I felt like a cartoon character. I could feel that lust in his eyes, doing something that he shouldn’t have.

Then… his lips touched mine. There was no noise, just the sound of smooches and hums in between. He laid me down on the couch, kissing me more like I was a drug. He wasn’t afraid to use his tongue, which made him look attractive to me.

He pulled out, looking directly at me. “I know you’re a homosexual, Kibum.” That threw me off guard, but I owned my identity, so I claimed it as it was. He told me that we could pray again later, but he wanted to feel my gorgeous boy body.

Boy body…? What does he mean by that? Why would he exclaim that my body was one of a boy? Could it be that he still sees me as the kid he used? Either way, my vision of myself was still that young me, but with more clarity and less confusion. With my big age, I would’ve learned how to say stop. Nonetheless, it has been locked away in a treasure chest, and thrown out the window.

I didn’t feel a single guilt throughout all of it. He kept stripping off my clothes, showing my bare body to him, feeling our skin against each other’s. I knew it was Pastor Y/N, but a part of me was starting to gain some sort of attraction to him.

It was like… he wasn’t a Pastor to me… he was a childhood crush.

“Mmm yes… You’ve always been such a good boy…” He caressed my cheeks, while I felt his finger rubbing the lip of my anus.

“I’ll go and get the lube… I’ll be right back.” He kisses me on the forehead, before walking away to his room. I looked down to see my clothes on the floor, including my boxers that I had worn when it happened to me. I kept it after all this time since no matter how many times I tried to wash them, it still smelt like him…

Wait… why did I decide that this was a good idea? I mean, I knew I needed to get over it eventually, but was I doing too much?

It was a line that I didn’t know existed — at least for me anyway. I didn’t see a problem having sex with Pastor Y/N. In fact, it was my dream to have sex with him as an adult now that I know what he has done to me. Unfortunately for me, the fear and guilt came back to bite me in the ass, and now I was unsure of what would be the right choice for me. I felt like a mom nagging to myself and hating it because I had to wash the dishes.

Well, I already went this far so it would be far too late for me to give it up and go home. The least I could do would be to suck his cock and call it a day.

“Kibum, do you want to come to the bedroom?” He called me, to which I immediately complied regardless of any prior thoughts. I walked over to his room, where I saw a very neat room with a comfortable-looking bed and antique-looking pieces of furniture with fake plants around them.

“Come and sit here! I won’t hurt you!” My body began to vibrate, but was unsure whether it was a bad thing or not. But either way, I crawled over to him, with my butt facing him. I could tell it aroused him since he would open my butt cheeks so he would lick me there. Or… at least he would’ve due to my butt plug was in the way.

“I see you’re prepared for me, Kibum! Should I remove that for you?” I nodded my head quickly, and he did what he needed to do. He slowly pulled out my plug, in which I felt everything from the stretching to the rubbing on my prostate. When it was out, I could feel cold air going inside. That stopped when he put his warm fingers inside of me.

It… did feel good, and the way he was very gentle with me this time made me convinced that he might be in love with me. From the way he would lick me, to the type of treatment he was giving me. I knew that it wasn’t something that I wanted to take away from myself.

It was time for him to go inside me, and I opted to go into a missionary position so I could see him the whole time. My legs had to go all the way up to my shoulders, but it was still enjoyable. The moment he went inside, my moans started. He still felt very big inside, just like how it was before. The way he grabbed my legs when he wanted to go faster was something that was unexplainable.

“Mmm… you’re so amazing, Kibum. You’re so tight… you’ve always been tight… that amazing boy hole…” I didn’t take notice of what he said, but the way he gave me praise overpowered any outright creepy comment he might’ve said during the session.

His grunts were something I’d hear in a hentai. If anyone heard him for the first time, they would’ve assumed that he was a toxic top, when he was really a nice person who looked out for his bottoms. Meanwhile, I sounded like I was meowing. My voice may go from low to high, slow to fast, and quiet to loud very quickly. I could also be overstimulated, so curling into a ball would be something I’d do. A typical bottom.

The way he thrusts inside was something I could explain in detail. I could feel it every time he went deep, so much that we grunted at the same time. But when he goes faster, that would be when we go out of sync and I get crazier.

“Ahhh yes… your moans are so cute, Kibum…” I just love it when he says his name. It would always gives me goosebumps whenever he reminds me of my presence and how much it drives him insane.

I want this feeling to last forever, and I want it to be with him. He seemed so into me, that I forget about everything that happened before that very moment. It felt like this was a hookup date and that I met him on a gay dating app. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he has been on there for at least once. And even if he had sex with other boys like me, somehow he realised that I was the boy he needed.

He needed me more than anything. And I wanted him too.

“Yes…yes… I’m about to cum…” I begged him to place his manhood in my mouth, and he did just that. His white juices went all over my face while some went into my mouth.

He laid me down onto the bed, making me relax beside him. He was still cuddling me while he went soft. He kissed me on the cheek, before falling asleep. I glanced around the room like a lost child, and my sense of my mind slowly started coming back. A part of me couldn’t believe I agreed to have sex with Pastor Y/N, while at the same time, I was glad I did.

I don’t know… but I’d say that it was this strange feeling that always gets to me whenever I look back at this very moment.

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dividers by @cafekitsune

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[dibidibifiction]

Hi, fellow Shawols!

I know I haven't posted anything in over a year. I just want to say thank you for the lovely messages and I'm really happy you guys are enjoying my work. It's not perfect, but I'm honored to make some of you happy and give you comfort somehow. I really appreciate you guys.

Also, I'm happy to let you know that I'm currently working on a Taemin series. It's not all finished yet, but I'll be posting by chapter like I've normally done. I hope you'll look forward to it and enjoy it.

Thank you for being here.

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[namelessdubu]

I just decided I will start promoting my SHINee fanfictions on AO3.

So as an introduction: I write canon compliant (with a few exceptions), I dedicate mostly to Minkey but I've been trying with some Onyu aswell as 2Min and Jongkey. I love writing long romantic/drama trops but they usually have some smut (at least a bit), I also write quite some PWP because hey life's short.

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[mykoreanlove]

pillow talk

“Taemin, you missed a step.” “Taemin, you are off beat.” “Taemin, did you forget your own lyrics?” “Taemin, where is your head at?”

Angry eyes watched him mess up again, for the hundredth time this evening. The ace of kpop was far from being a rookie but tonight he was far from being professional either. He couldn’t concentrate, messing up all the steps and forgetting his own lines. Frustrated, he run his fingers through his dark hair and sighed out in annoyance. “Where is my head at”, he mumbled absentmindedly…

“Have you told your friends about me?”, you whispered into his chest. Taemin’s breathing paused for a split second which you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t already delicately wrapped around his lean body. His hands caressed your naked figure while his puffy lips were busy pampering you with sweet kisses. “Certainly”, he replied. “What did you say?” “I told them I met someone, unexpectedly. I told them how I met a woman that has taken my breath away.” He paused for a brief moment, triggering the impatience brooding within you. “That’s it?”, you asked offended. He chuckled sweetly before continuing. “They asked me about you, what you were like. And I told them that you were beyond beautiful. Incredibly sexy. Cute as honey. Horny as the devil. Very, very smart. Emotional. Full of passion and desire. Empathetic - always caring and observing. Funny, oh my god so funny, making me laugh all the time. Interesting, seeing a lot of things differently than I do. Basically, I mentioned every positive attribute I could think of.” Taemin didn’t notice the gigantic smile that formed on his lips as he recalled gushing over you. You didn’t see it either, but you felt it, it was impossible not to. “And then they asked me what was going on between us, like if we had a future?” Now you were the one forgetting to breathe – did he catch that? “And I told them that my life is quite chaotic at the moment and that I need to figure out a lot of stuff. I explained to them that I want to concentrate and focus on me, primarily, but this is getting harder and harder to do. I told them that my mind always wanders back to you, thinks about you and misses you. I keep finding myself neglecting my goals to rather be with you…” His voice was filled with serenity, yet you could sense the anxiety in him. “I love spending time with you, getting to know you. The way you think, the things that move you, the things that scare you and make you sad. I want to understand everything about you. And that sometimes scares me.” There it was, the fear that was eating him from the inside. “What does that mean then?”, you asked cautiously.

“Ideally, I’d resist you and move on. I’d memorize your beautiful eyes and luscious lips as a sensuous adventure that I would never forget. But I can’t. Not with you, y/n.” Taemin’s fingers landed on your chin and tilted it up, he was directly staring into your soul now. “I will let you use me.” “Use you?” “Isn’t this what this is?” You gulped, feeling utterly exposed. “Is that why you only told them all the positive aspects about me?” Taemin nodded while placing another kiss on your swollen lips. “I know you’re bad for me. But I can’t help myself. You love me the sweetest only to push a cruel blade into my flesh.” His eyes were glistening, shining almost as bright as the full moon outside. Taemin spoke slowly, putting a lot of emphasis on every single word. “Soothing. Loving. Hurting. Over and over again.” His voice got even deeper, barely audible as he whispered his heart out to you. “And you let me, y/n. Why do you? I come back every time, like a brainwashed puppy. Does that turn you on? Is that your definition of love? Taemin took your hand into his and placed chest kisses on your knuckles before laughing manically. “Because I think it’s mine.”

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[sighingsiren-tales]

Just like the Roman Empire

Revamping the mature works too, this is a three-shot that I have been editing for some time now.

It’s a slow burn but I promise, It is worth it.

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Enjoy.

“You’re such a fucking pain” He growls, slamming the door behind him. In his eyes, I see anger as well as something else flickering behind that emotion. 

I barely give him a look over my shoulder, pulling my robe over my shoulders before giving him my full attention. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about”. My voice is quiet as I spritz perfume on my pressure points, rubbing it into my skin before walking over towards my vanity. 

“You know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about” He deadpans.

I can see his expression in the mirror of my vanity. He meets my eyes and I tilt my head downwards with a smile. Sighing, I feign annoyance as I placed my chin on top of my hand catching his gaze in the mirror. 

“You are going to have to be more specific Taemin”. 

He groans in frustration, sitting on my bed; He places his head in his hands in an exasperated fashion. 

“You know that I have a girlfriend,” He states quietly. 

“What possessed you to pull a stunt like that knowing that she was in the building?”

I ignored his statement, opting for fixing my hair instead. I let the quiet hold us before moving behind him on the bed. I was positive he could feel my weight behind him, the bed dipping underneath me, but he made moves to get away from me. I can see us in the vanity, what a picture we make. 

“You seem stressed” I purr softly into his ear as he leans back into my touch hesitantly. 

I coaxed him to let his weight rest on me, moving my hands over his shoulders and upper back working out the tension knotted there best I could. With each passing moment, he relaxed into my touch more and more. My fingers coaxed and massaged the knots of tension from his shoulders and back with more force, his quiet groans let me know that I was doing something right. I pressed my robe covered body into his back, knowing that he could feel my unclothed breasts against his back. My bent legs spread to either side of his hips, encasing his thighs gently, clearly keeping his attention; I can see his gaze pass over the expanse of skin. I inhale slowly and let my arms circle his neck, my head drops down to the crook of it. My lips brush against the smooth and soft skin there, the salty taste of his skin somehow arousing me further. I could hear him suck in a breath and hold it. I could only imagine that he was trying to keep his moans in, best he could. I smirk against his skin, relishing in the simple fact that I was winning. I love to win.

“Please” he whispers. 

“Hmm?” The small noise was accompanied by my tongue dancing across the side of his neck. How truly evil of me to reign oblivion. I had only realized how far gone he was when I raised my head to look at him in the mirror. His head was thrown back, dark hair away from his eyes as he leans back into my touch. The way his head is kicked back shows off his gorgeous bone structure and I had the insane urge to mark his neck badly. My eyes trail over his neck before he slowly raises his head, so his eyes can meet mine in the mirror. I can see them darkening perceptively. I let my hands drop from his neck, running them down his chest slowly. He bit his lip at the motion. 

“Stop that” He groans quietly without much conviction. 

A pause. 

“I'm only trying to help” I speak in a soft tone, pushing myself into him further.  I let one hand go down further, reaching his lower stomach. When I felt him tense, I slowly bring it back up to his chest again. Leaning head onto his shoulder, I began to speak again.

“Does she know about this?” 

The word that left his lips was a simple, broken whisper.

“No”. 

I gave a small hum at the expected answer.

Fantastic.

“God, I never thought you were like this” He hisses. 

He visibly tensed when my hand brushes against the top of his thighs.

“Is that so?” I asked absentmindedly, bringing my tongue up to toy with the shell of his ear.

He lets out a low, satisfactory ‘mhm’.  I chuckle quietly before pressing a chaste kiss to the slope of his neck. 

“But you like it, don’t you?” I whisper into his ear, my lips playing with the shell of it as I watch the cracks in his mask appear before me in the mirror. 

“Yes” he answers in a broken whisper. 

I hum, letting my fingers trail down over the plane of his chest, brushing past his nipples. 

“I don’t think you like it” I whisper hotly into the side of his neck, allowing his fingers to hesitantly skim the skin of my knee.

Gripping his chin, making it so he had to face me, I pulled him close to me in a quick movement. I enjoy watching his eyes light up as I bring him close, doing what he was not strong enough too.

I let my tongue dance across his bottom lip before speaking.

“I think you love it” I hiss darkly. 

His pupils were blown wide as his full lips parted to let out a low breath. He moves forward in a slow tilt of his head, with all intention to kiss me. At the lost moment I turned my head to the side, not allowing him the satisfaction.

“Oh, so now you want to kiss me?” I ask in a condescending tone. 

His gaze flickers to my lips before he meets my gaze again. 

“How could I not? I’d be stupid not to want you” His voice was a low murmur, the tone going straight to my core 

“Shall I color you stupid then?”. 

He meets my eyes again. 

“You believe I don’t want you?” I could practically see the desperation in his eyes as he watched my every movement. 

“Could’ve fooled me”. 

He is quiet for a moment. 

“Tell me, how can I prove it to you?”.

It is all I can do to keep my reaction internal. 

“If you think that I will reward you so easily after the hell you put me through” I took the liberty of yanking on his dark strands, pulling his hair back so he had no choice but to focus his gaze on my eyes and my eyes alone for a moment. 

“Then you don’t know me very well”. 

Throwing his head back to its original spot, I resume my previous position letting my hands go down in slow paths across the plane of his chest before the low rumble let me know he was beginning to speak. 

“So, your plan is to tease me to hell then?” Anything else he could’ve said was cut short when I bit his neck tenderly.

“Say what you need to,” I instructed sweetly.

“You know I'm committed to her a-and you're still doing this-fuck that feels good” My palm moves over the outline of his dick in his suit pants.

“I’d care if you did” I pause to sit behind him obediently, my arms wrapping around his waist loosely. I slowly let my hands leave his body, allowing him to think that he was finished for the night. I saw his body visibly relax and yet tense at the same time. That was when I took the perfect moment to blindside him. I give him no time to react before hitching up my short silk robe, slowly letting my legs go on either side of his hips before sitting on his thighs. I had to keep a moan from slipping out with just how close I was to his face and his erection. His eyes trail up my form, then down, taking in the dark indigo silk robe that reached the very top of my thighs, lingering on the exposed skin. It takes some time before his gaze lands on my face again. I slowly move my hands to the collar of his shirt, taking my time feeling the broad plane of his shoulders before pulling him closer.

“If I hadn’t made myself clear before, let me do it now. Unless you wish to get a rise out of me, when you’re with me you do not mention her in any way shape or form. Do we understand each other?”

A smirk plays on his lips. 

“I can’t return the fire. That doesn’t seem fair”. 

I let my hands work the buttons of his shirt effortlessly but oh so slowly, taking my time in revealing his gorgeous, toned chest. When I had the first few undone, I stopped, eliciting a whine from him. 

“You stopped?” He husked; eyebrows raised in slight annoyance. 

Oh, so now he was annoyed? Ignoring the slight irritation, I ran my hands over the smooth plane of his chest slowly. When I leaned down to rest my head in the crook of his neck, his hands went to my waist, gentle, light and hesitant but definitely there. I smirk against the hot, sweaty, skin of his neck. 

“I know you're not happy with her "My voice is barely above a whisper. 

Had he known better, he would be able to detect the emotions in my tone. 

“If you know that, then you also know why I’m with her” he spoke from in between gritted teeth. 

I let his words resonate in my head for a moment, allowing the gravity of what was said to sink in fully before I made my final decision. Placing a little more of my weight on him, I locked my arms around his neck. He gave a small hum of appreciation before speaking his voice a bit more hesitant than before. 

“Is it really that obvious?”.

I nodded. 

“Well, at least it is to me” I lean into him more as the presence of his arms grow more apparent. His dick was straining against the tight suit pants he wore, and I softly giggled at the reaction he was having because of me.

Solely because of me. The very thought made me even more aroused. Slowly, I let myself grind down onto his erection. 

He lets out a low deep sound at the action, I kiss his neck in response. 

“Let me help you. I know you better” I pause to nip at his neck.

“Then you should know that I have a limit” he hisses in my ear, his hand gripping my ass, roughly.

The slight show of dominance, of a struggle for control, was enough to seal the deal of whatever was about to happen here. As a way to seal the deal, I said the words that have been on the top of my tongue for quite some time.

“I know you exactly the way she doesn't. You and I both know that. So just cut the bullshit”.

He grabs my hips the second the words are out of my mouth, pulling me firmly against him. I let out a small gasp at the action, moving my head from his neck to look at him directly. He raised an eyebrow.

“You know what you're doing?” he teases 

I roll my hips against his, eliciting a groan from him- a silent answer to his question. 

“I thought we established that already”. 

My hands grip his shoulders, feeling him tense slightly. I make it a point to roll my hips in the slowest manner I could muster.

“Fuck”. 

The word was a low, hot, drawn-out hiss. He grabs my hips, keeping me still and I took the courage that he didn’t have to look up from his chest and into his eyes, watching them darken. 

“I know you can do better than that baby. C’mon” his voice a bratty whine accompanied by a desperate, harsh grip on my ass and his hips, grinding into mine.

 “Show me”. 

The subtle bite of his lip along with his low whining tone sends me over the edge quick. Gripping the strands of hair at the nape of his neck, I let out a breath of relief. There was a word amongst that exhale: “Finally”. 

I finished unbuttoning his shirt one by one before letting my hands slip under it, feeling his bare shoulders, the skin hot underneath my fingertips. I push the material away from his body and he helps me, throwing it away from himself feverishly. He wraps  his arms around my waist, pulling me closer as I kick my head back with a dark chuckle. I immediately feel lips on my neck, sweet and heated kisses being placed here and there as he made a trail that stopped right above my collar bone. My giggle was caught in my throat, turning into an intake of breath as I relished in the feeling of his arms around me, muscles flexing against my skin.

“Ah, eager, are we?” I question before letting out a light moan as his lips reach lower, his arms tightening around me. 

“You already know this”, His voice is dark with desire. 

“You're driving me fucking insane” he whines, burying his face in my neck as I thread my fingers through his hair slowly, the soft strands moving easily between my fingers. 

“At least, with me, you would have died from excitement and not boredom” I quipped bitterly. Within seconds, he’s flipped us over; My back now against the soft silk sheets of the bed much to my surprise. His strength was quite the surprise and turn on. His eyes were trained on me, the look within them being one of pure, unadulterated lust.

“Stop talking about her,” he commands in a low authoritative tone. 

The look he was giving me along with his tone was leaving me breathless. Finally happy to hear that phrase from his lips, my response is swift:

“Whatever you want Taemin” 

He stays in between my legs before slowly moving his hands down to the back of my knees and pulling me closer to him with a short tug. I let my legs drape over his hips as his hands rest on top of my thighs. 

“No one can know about this” He whispers, his face now dangerously close to mine. 

With a roll of my eyes, I answered him with a short “I know that”. Taemin quirks an eyebrow, leaning down toward my lips. When he was about a hair away from my own, he stopped, letting the moment simmer. 

“Do you really?” He asked teasingly. 

I gave a small snort at the attempt to tease me. 

“I knew exactly what I was getting into when I decided that I wanted you” I lean up and brush my nose against his.

“Did you?” I let my legs wind around his waist, causing his clothed erection to brush against me with much more force this time. 

He kicks his head back, letting out a low hiss. I placed a hand on his cheek, making him look down at me; I needed him to look at me when I said this so that way there was absolutely no way of backing out. He watched me with dark hesitant eyes, barely detectable behind the lust.

“I want you. I can handle the consequences” My voice was even and soothing, almost, but my stomach was doing flips at the sentiment. 

I'm positive he had an inkling of how I felt but confirmation was an entirely different thing. Now he was positive of how I felt, and it was no longer an opinion or maybe a misunderstood observation; It was now a fact. 

Regardless of that, I wasn’t one to back down. I wanted him in ways that I was convinced no one else has ever before or ever again. 

“So” He began in a breathless tone, his hands venturing higher before settling for my hips.

“So?” I drawl, raising an eyebrow as a means for him to continue. 

He leans in closer, his lips almost touching mine.

“Now that we have morality out of the way, would you like to see what I can really do?” His voice was so desperate, and I could tell he was only a few steps away from begging. 

The simple thought had me letting out a small mewl and I nod slowly, letting my arms wind around his neck again. 

My voice is a dark whisper.

“Show me what you can do”.

His lips came down on mine with that statement, the soft and plush feel of his lips was as I imagined them to be. His kiss was passionate but slow. He was in no rush which, given how relentlessly I was teasing him, was surprising. I felt his hands undo the knot that held the robe together, fully exposing me to him. When his warm hands ran across my stomach to caress my waist, I moaned into his mouth and bucked my hips into his. He pulls away from my lips with some difficultly, kissing his way down my jawline and neck, taking extra care when he reached the curve of my breasts. His kisses moved south quickly, slowly making their way in between my breasts and down my stomach. He kissed his way to my panty line and I shiver when I feel his teeth gingerly scrape the area. He looks up at me from between my legs and I have never seen anything sexier. 

“Take them off for me” I command, though it comes out soft.

The sweet smile he gives me in return hides the sinful things that I knew, hoped, that tongue and mouth could do. Letting his hands trail down to my legs, he slowly began taking off the dark colored lace. As it slipped down to the back of my knees, he could not tear his eyes away from my form as he rid me of the last article of clothing. Placing my legs over his shoulders, Taemin looks up at me again, making sure not to touch me but stay close enough so I could feel his presence. 

“How are you so sexy? "His voice is soft, breathless.

His gaze flickered from me to my sex multiple times.

“Can I?”.

“Should I?” I counter without missing a beat.

“I’ve waited way too long. Don’t test me, please” Taemin spoke in a low, pleading tone that went straight to my head.

He moves closer, never breaking eye contact. His stare was intense but I held up well until I felt his tongue flick my clit. My head goes back against the sheets as he immediately went to work. Just like with his kiss, he wasn't in a hurry. He was taking his time. His hands hold my hips steady and I roll my hips into the sensation. My moans are porn star worthy; He was making sure to lick and kiss every spot he could find thoroughly. I let myself savor the feel of his tongue before gripping his hair and pulling back softly.  

“You don’t listen, do you?”.

The smirk on his lips was cocky, as he spoke. 

“With the way you were thrashing around, I take it that’s not as big of a problem as you thought” he sassed.

Pushing him back onto his back, I took the liberty of crawling between his legs slowly and letting his body tremble with anticipation without me even touching him. I fiddled with the belt buckle slowly, undoing it in a slow fashion before harshly pulling the belt from the loops. Holding it out in front of me for a moment, I inspected it before bending it and letting it trail down his bare chest causing him to twitch slightly.

“I have half a mind to tie your ass up with this” I mused aloud, causing him to let out a slight moan.  

“Please do” he spoke, keeping eye contact with me as he let his eyes trail over the belt in my hands. 

Placing it to the side, I muttered “maybe later” before parting his thighs gently. I let my mouth hover over his erection before undoing the button of his pants with my lips and tongue all while keeping eye contact with him. 

“Oh my god” he husked, kicking his head back.

Taking his zipper in my teeth, I unzipped his pants before allowing him to feel the pressure of me kneeling before him but not actually touching him. 

“Taemin”. 

“I love hearing you say my name” His hands clenched at his sides.

Tugging at his pants I smoothly commanded: “Take them off for me”. 

I sat back on my heels as I watched him stand to full height and loosen his shoulders a bit before taking off his pants the rest of the way. I couldn’t help but bite my lip harshly as the suit pants made their way from encasing his legs to a mess on the floor. 

“Like that?” His voice was raspy and deep, and I found myself nodding slowly at the question. 

He chuckled lowly before getting on the bed, laying back against the pillows as I assumed my former position between his legs. I let my hands trail up his hips before dragging it down over his thighs, taking his briefs with me. I watched as he laid before me, completely naked and, from the way his teeth dug into the flesh of his lower lip, he was utterly desperate. I placed my hands on his thighs gently, the skin-to-skin contact making his jump slightly before he relaxed against the plush sheets, sinking his head back further into the pillow. He let out a whine that I didn’t expect to come from him as I slowly blew air on to the tip of his erection. 

“How is it? That the most powerful man in this business right now” I accentuated my words with a soft grip on his cock. 

He let out a drawn-out groan before I began speaking. 

“Is here at my beck and call?” My words were honeyed and definitely downplayed the honor I was receiving right now. 

To have this man before me in such a way was absolutely amazing, tempting in oh so many ways. Women would kill to be in my position and here I was, relishing in the moment. He leaned forward, a finger as light as a feather ghosting under my chin. 

“Did anyone ever tell you why women can bring down empires within minutes whereas it takes soldiers years to complete this feat?” His voice was soft, sweet and concerned as he watches me.

He was the only man to ever look directly in my eyes when speaking in such a soft tone and I felt my inner resolve melt within the shell of my power. 

“If you want your answer, take me as an example. I’m willing to let you ruin both me and the business I built all because I can’t get you out of my head. I let you have my power. Is that not an answer enough?” He spoke softly, tucking a loc of hair behind my ear before he continued. 

“Ever since I saw you on that runway, I knew I wouldn’t be able to say no to anything you asked of me”. 

In an exhale of breath, I found myself within the cathedral that his words built for me. I could do nothing else but crawl over his body slowly, letting my hands rest on either side of his shoulders as he slowly reclined to allow my actions. He tangled his hand in my hair, cradling the back of my head as he pulled my lips to his in a soft sensual meeting. And meet they did; Over and over and over again. When he pulled away, his heavy breathing mingled with mine in a soft lullaby.

“Skip the foreplay angel. Please” his words were a plea, high and whiny as I considered his wants. 

He pushed my hair aside with his nose, nuzzling into the skin of my neck before placing kisses there again and again. My body shivers and I feel my resolve dissolve into nothing, the need for control and an ego boost lowering as my need for pleasure increases. 

“Come on. I let you torture me for almost an hour now "His arms lock around my waist, tightly.

I found the weight of his arms aided by my increasing need pulling me down onto him. The tip of his cock brushes back and forth against my wetness. His moan mingles with mine. 

“You’re dripping”

His gaze trails downward as his hands find my lower back. I adjust my legs so I can straddle him comfortably as his eyes bore into mine. 

“Please, fucking please” He rasps, his hand leaving my back to rest on the back of my neck. 

“Just sink down angel. You can’t tell me you’re not imagining how good it would feel” he brushes my hair away from my neck, holding it back as he brings me closer, our lips nearly touching. 

His swollen tip brushes against my wetness again, and I let out a pitiful whine. He kisses me, swift as the wind. His tip slips in ever so slightly; Just enough for my moans to tumble into our kiss. He lets out one of his own before breaking the kiss, pulling the tip back out. 

“I’m begging you my love” He whined once more, the nickname setting a fire ablaze in the pit of my stomach. The words were out of my mouth in a whoosh of breath before I could stop them.

“Beg for me”.

He sat up straight, his arms curling around my body as he kissed my lips once. 

“Please” Another kiss.

“Please” Another, longer kiss. 

“For the love of fucking God, please” He gave my hair a gentle tug before he was back to speaking. 

“Just- “.

Whatever he was about to say, was of no use. I cut him off by sinking down on to him slowly, almost completely sure I wouldn’t be able to handle another one of his pleas. He lets out a choked moan, gripping onto my waist tightly as he pushes his head back against the pillow, his hair sprawling out against the silk. I had never seen him look so sexy before. He’s all I can think of as I coax my body to take all of him. When I’m finally at the base, I trail my hands down his chest, my nails grazing his nipples ever so slightly before I lift up slowly and sink down experimentally. I let out a low, high-pitched whine as he brushed against my g-spot. I braced my hands against his abs and rolled my hips. Sucking in air between my lips, I let out a low breath of his name. 

“Do that again” he spoke while rolling his hips from beneath me.

The way he rolled his hips caused his cock to shift within me, causing me to let out another high-pitched moan. His thickness was something to get used to.

“Ooh, what was that?” He was clearly amused. 

I could do nothing but grab onto his shoulders, my nails digging into the skin as I dropped my head onto his shoulders. I whine for him pitifully, begging him to hit there again. 

“Did I find something?” On the word “find” he gave a particularly deep thrust, the slow stretch of him filling me causing my breath to come out in pants. Lifting up slightly, he places his lips directly next to my ear.

“How do you want it?”.

His question caused me to roll my hips on instinct, his hands holding them still as he let out a hiss followed by a breathy dark chuckle. 

“I asked you something, Angel. Allow me to apologize for prancing around with her, properly” he spoke slowly, peppering kisses across my chest as he awaited my answer.

I was definitely not prepared for the harsh thrust he gave. I yelped but he paid it no mind as he continued his harsh thrusts. His pace wasn’t fast, but his movements were as fluid as they were powerful. 

“Taemin”.

He only chuckled adorably before he let his hands wander back to my waist.

“Since you can’t seem to tell me, I’ll just fuck you how I would like to”. 

Your nails are on his shoulders. He hisses at the pain. 

“Fuck you like how I’ve been dreaming of since the day I saw you”.

“Taemin” His name is a deep moan, and his pace quickens when he hears it. 

“Yes?” 

You kiss his collarbone, sucking lightly.

“Grind down on it. Show me how much you want me” he grunts, as he rolls his hips.

I took a moment to look down at him, whining with pleasure as he continued. Gripping his hands and pinning them down to the bed in a surge of aggression, I raise up slightly before letting myself sink down onto him slowly. He only smirks at me, eyes dancing with amusement as he watches me. 

“Funny. Now that you’re filled up you can’t speak” He teased, his fingers sliding down my body with the very clear intention of my clit.

“You know what?” He whispers just as his fingers get to my clit. 

“Hmm?” I sound nearly lost in my own pleasure.

His finger circles the pearl gently, again and again without seeming to tire.

“I think I like you better like this”. 

“What I don’t like, is the games you’re playing with me” He huffs before burying his head in my chest, his hips begin to move faster.

His breathing became harsh, mingled in with my moans as he decided to take the matter into his own hands. 

“I have no idea what you fucking want” The last word being a drawn-out moan as he slams into me, his finger still circling my pearl ever so gently. The moans are falling from my lips with reckless abandon; I can not stop myself. 

“Can you just tell me. What. You. Fucking. Want” Those four words are punctuated with thrusts, each harder than the last. I have no thoughts in my head aside from Taemin, moving in and out of me. 

“I- I want, shit. I want -oh my god, Taemin” His slow thrusts become impatient and slightly rougher as I speak. 

He let out a low hiss before tangling his hand in my hair and pulling me to his lips. The kiss was messy and wet but oh so satisfying. 

“You want what?” He asked breathlessly, harshly, giving me a slow quick kiss as his hips picked up speed. His fingers begin to circle faster. I barely have time to respond. His hips were showing his loss of control and all I could think was “More”. 

“Huh? What do you want?” He asked, his desperation as apparent as his grip on my hips.

“I want more, Taemin” I felt the candid plea leave my lips before I could stop it. 

“Do you really?” He asked in between kisses planted on my neck. 

I could only nod against him as an answer. In a quick second, I was on my back, Taemin in between my legs as he watched me from his place above me.

 “Are you going to let me have you?” He asked, wet hair falling into his eyes as his stare changed dramatically.

He wanted me to say that I wanted him and, with my need to make him beg diminished, I obliged happily. I brought my hands underneath my thigh, raising them and presenting myself before him. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he spreads my thighs further, kissing the skin on both before slithering up my body as his cock brushed against my sensitive clit, causing me to let out a slight yelp. 

“Show me how to tease you” He whispers in my ear. 

And I am so cock drunk that I actually do it. 

I grip his erection; He hisses and my bottom lip is taken between my teeth as I realize the stickiness of it was because of me and me alone. 

I brush his sensitive head against my equally sensitive clit and the feel of hot skin there, electrifies me. I’m barely able to keep up the instruction as the sensation does what is intended; Taemin leaves nothing to chance though. He takes over quickly, seemingly relishing in the way I squirm and move all around his tip as he overstimulates me. 

“Sh sh shh” He shushed my whines 

He grabs my jaw gently, even sweetly as our gazes connect. It was like that for a moment before he plunged in deep. The pleasure was overwhelming; Ahigh pitched moan escapes me. He grips my thighs, moving in and out of me at a slow sensual pace. He let out a low pleasure filled ‘hmm’ before placing more of his weight against me as he moved his hips expertly.

“Who knew you could be such a good girl” He cooed, brushing my hair back as he thrust in again with more force.

I felt my hands grip at his back, my nails dragging down as his hiss combined with my moans.

“Fuck” he grunts, gripping my hips so to still them for a moment, sitting back on his heels. 

Pushing his hair back with one hand, he watched me with a stare that I recognized from before, not that it was ever directed at me. 

“I really tried angel. I tried to be a gentleman for you. I waited, I let you tease me, but I just don’t have it in me anymore”.

I felt my eyes widen at his words before I scan his gorgeous, slightly sweaty body. 

“Then don’t” His gaze flickered to mine for reassurance.

My palms frame his face. I kiss his lips quickly and I feel him pulse inside me. 

“You’ve already sinned today. What’s once more?” My voice was low, fucked out and seemed to have the effect I wanted. 

He gripped my hips and took no time in pushing as deep as he could go. I found a few choked moans leaving my throat as he pounded away, his breathy moans telling me all I needed to know about how he was feeling. I let out a whine of his name and he only increased his speed.

“Feels good?” He asked breathlessly.

I barely got the words “so fucking good” out as he let out a shuddering moan.

“I need to be deeper” He gave me one last kiss before, in a quick moment, he flips me over and covers me with his body. 

He whispers in my ear “Put me back in”.

It’s as if I already know where to grab and I’m helping him slide in. His moans and mine are a symphony. His hips move fast, and I feel my arms buckle. I let myself sink into the bed, raising my hips and ass, something Taemin seemed to go wild over. He grips my hips and slams into me again and again, hitting my g-spot over and over. 

I’m whining, moaning, pleading and anything else you can think of as I cry for Taemin. 

He leans down. 

“Go ahead, sing for me baby”. 

His fingers sneak down between my body and the bed to go back to my sensitive pearl. 

I felt my body shuddering with a mind-blowing orgasm. 

“You’re gonna cum on my dick, aren’t you? Go on, cum on my cock”. 

With a mantra of his name, I felt overwhelming pleasure, white hot, coursing through my veins. He chanted the word ‘shit’ as a breathless, sexy mantra, hooking an arm underneath my belly and keeping me close. He fucks me through my orgasm, and I can’t stop the way my body clenches around him. He lets out a few light, orgasm inducing “ah’s” before he buries his face in the crook of my neck and comes with a low, shuddering moan that causes pleasure to shoot up my spine. 

When we’re finally able to calm down, we end up in a comfortable spooning position. I feel his breath stabilize against my back. His arms wound around my body in a tight embrace, and he presses a kiss to my hair. 

“Rest angel. You’re going to need it for the morning”.

I chuckle. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”.

Snuggling in, he answers me in a low, sleepy voice. 

“It means I’m not finished with you”.

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Kinktober Day 17

Lingerie/Stripping - Taemin

!sub Taemin

Taemin always had the sweetest ideas for birthday gifts. It always became a week-long event, presents, outings, and everything in between, and this year was no different.

You come out of the bathroom into your hotel bedroom after a steaming hot shower, much needed after a day exploring the city, you were exhausted and in much need of time to just lay in bed and relax.

Taemin swaps with you, going into the bathroom, he takes a bag in with him and that piques your curiosity, as all that he should need is in there already, but you don’t pay too much mind. You get comfortable on the bed, and you close your eyes and rest to the sound of the shower running, daydreaming a little while you wait for him to return.

What you didn’t expect though, is exactly how he would re-enter the room. When you open your eyes, your jaw drops.

Red and black. Lace lingerie. Thigh garters. Straps all over his legs, stomach, chest. Holy fuck.

“Another gift, my love.”

Taemin twirls for you, effortlessly showing off his figure. You are mesmerised, obsessed, addicted to him. Perfection in human form, you wonder how you got so lucky as to be in love with and loved by him. He poses for you, showing himself off, leaving nothing to the imagination as he bends forward and slowly rises back up, hands trailing his legs to follow.

He undoes one buckle, and then two, slowly freeing one thigh from the harness so tightly strapped to it. You see indents in his skin from the leather and the metal, and you are transfixed. He is so fucking hot, and he knows it, and he is not afraid to show it off.

He turns away from you to put on some music, one of his own songs, once with a low, heavy beat. Sensual, sexual, he grabs a chair to sit on next, spreading his legs when he resumes position in front of you. You find your own hand roaming downwards, itching to get closer to your throbbing core, needing relief as Taemin continues to free himself, getting closer to being naked every second. You let out a moan as your fingertips connect with your clit, applying pressure as Taemin lifts his head to stare at you.

“Oh,” He gasps, “Honey, do you want me?”

You nod, lifting your other hand to motion at him to come closer, which he so happily obeys. Crossing the room to you as you spread your legs further to make room for him, he notices your lack of underwear and you watch his cock twitch in the see through lace panties he is wearing. You can tell that he is eager, he gets so cute and bouncy when he wants something, and it makes you laugh. He is so successful at being sexy and enticing, but underneath it all he is just such a desperate little sub for you. The juxtaposition of him in such slutty lingerie turning you on, compared to your oversized tee and nothing else, turning him on with twice the desperation, is enough to have both of your hearts racing. 

Taemin is on top of you so quickly, and you tug him down by the hair to kiss you, licking into his mouth as he gasps again in shock at the sudden movement. You easily take control, rolling him over onto his back to get on top of him instead, staring him down hungrily, taking in the sight close up, your hands roam his body, watching him writhe underneath you while you begin to take off the remaining lingerie. You run your hand over his cock, now fully hard and twitching, desperate for more than the fleeting strokes you provide. He touches you too, wherever he can reach, grabbing at your body, whining for you to give him more, insatiable and overwhelmed.

You allow him to enter you with his fingers, two of them, slender and small, but enough to make you wet, preparing you to take his cock, praising Taemin as he works you so well, knowing exactly how you like it, fingers working harder as you grind down onto his hand, practically dripping down his wrist when you finally lift yourself off and move back to hover over his cock instead. You close your eyes as you lower yourself down, focusing solely on the way that he feels inside of you, taking every inch slow and metered until you have him in all the way.

“Good boy, Taeminnie,” You praise him, holding yourself steady with a hand on his chest, the other carding your fingers through his hair, “You always feel so nice inside of me.” Taemin’s hips jerk with each bounce on his cock, forcing you to take him deeper as he matches your pace. Both of you are worked up and eager now, halfway there from the foreplay, having lost track of time and running low on energy, your only want right now is to chase the orgasm you are so accustomed to receiving. Taemin has incredible skill, and from the amount of times you have slept together, the experience to get you to your peak is one he is so experienced in. 

You find the perfect angle to ride him, your body clenching down with each thrust, each nudge on the nerves inside you, thighs shaking as you try to keep yourself upright. When you lean down to kiss him again, he uses the opportunity to help you out, with all of his strength he thrusts up into you, relieving some of the pressure on your legs, and increasing the pleasure as you can focus solely on that instead.

He gets you there in record time from this, his orgasm coming in sync, or seconds later, your head is too foggy to really know. Soundless cries escape you to the sound of his moans too, all energy spent as he fills you up, ears ringing as you are fucked through your high until you can breathe again, slowing down as he does to collapse on his chest and catch your breath to the sound of his heart beating in your ears.

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[imaginidol]

Taemin: Distant Bells Are Ringing

I don’t always leave an author’s note but I loved writing this for my anonnie’s request <3. So much so that I listened to both the instrumental pieces I mention in this headcanon whilst writing it, and I 100% would recommend you guys do the same bc I felt like crying the whole time lolzzz hope u like it !! :)

A sound of faint, classical music catches your attention as you’re exiting your dark SUV. Your bodyguard outstretches his hand in your direction, offering to lead you carefully out of the vehicle. You look around happily as you lift the sides your long, elegant gown, planting your heels firmly on the ground as you made your way to the entrance of the wedding venue.

“Thank you for coming tonight,” the familiar voice of your wedded friend’s brother greets you at the doors. “I can’t believe you made it!”

“Of course I had to come, how could I miss one of my closest friend’s wedding!? Thank you for inviting me,” you say as the boy leads you inside.

You walk into the beautifully decorated wedding venue, admiring every detail about the grandiose place in awe. Your eyes travel from the high vaulted ceilings to the intricately designed stained-glass windows. The center isle is filled with gorgeous arrangements of flowers and floral arches. All around, people were murmuring in excitement as the ceremony would soon begin.

You’re about to walk to your seat when all of a sudden, you nearly let out a shriek at the touch of a person’s arm against your shoulder.

“What the—,” you quickly turn around and find yourself making unexpectedly hard eye-to-eye contact with none other than…

Lee Taemin.

Honestly? This probably wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for the absolute heart-wrenching heartbreak I had to endure all alone after we broke up…

Your mind quickly threatens to recall all the miserable nights you cried yourself to sleep for the boy standing in front of you, but you immediately brush them aside and plant the biggest smile on your face instead.

I can’t think of the past now.

“Taemin! Oh, I didn’t know you were here,” you say, awkwardly looking around to make sure no people were looking your way. It was no secret to the media that you and Taemin were once a favorite celebrity couple sought out by all kinds of fans, journalists, and paparazzis alike.

“Of course I’d be here. Don’t you remember we met through the bride?”

“Oh, right,” you answer, letting out an awkward half-laugh.

“I saw you walk in and I couldn’t not tell you how… how amazing you look!” he says, an innocent smile spreading across his face.

“Thank you, Taemin. You look pretty handsome yourself, actually,” you cheekily say back.

“Mister and Missus,” the voice of an older gentleman approaches you both. “Allow me too guide you to your reserved seats tonight,” he says, guiding you and Taemin into the ceremonial room.

“Oh, we’re not togeth—” you stop your sentence when you feel Taemin place his hand against your back, following the gentleman to wherever he seemed fit.

“Thank you,” you say to the gentleman anyway once you’ve reached your reserved seats.

Taemin sits next to you and, to your surprise, there aren’t many other people sitting in your section yet.

“Uh, Taemin?” You carefully look around the room before whispering into his ear, “we’re the only people sitting in this row right now… doesn’t it look a little…”

“Scandalous?” He finishes, giving you a smirk. “I’d be surprised if someone doesn’t take any pictures of us tonight.”

“Right,” you huff, turning your attention back to the front of the room.

For a moment, neither says a word, until Taemin finally speaks up.

“So… how’ve you been?”

“I’ve been… I’ve been good.”

“Yeah, I hear you’ve released a few albums since we last spoke. They’re really good. I really liked your most recent comeback,” he says quietly.

“Thank you, it means… a lot, actually.”

There is another awkward silence, before you speak up this time.

“How about you? How have you and SHINee been?”

“We’re still aiming to be the best we can be,” he smiles. “You don’t listen to us anymore, huh?”

“What? Of course I do. Just because you and I were… a thing… doesn’t mean I don’t love Minho any less.”

He scoffed. “Minho was always your bias, huh? Even when we were a ‘thing’?”

“Well, duh,” you roll your eyes, “look at him. He’s gorgeous!”

“Whatever,” he says, looking around him as a few other couples and guests slowly filled the seats more and more.

“You know,” he says, crossing his arms and turning his eyes toward you, “I only started talking to you just now ‘cause I don’t think I know anyone else here…”

“I thought you said you wanted to talk to me to tell me I looked pretty?”

“Oh, oops, yeah, that too,” he smirked. “It worked, ‘cause you’re still talking to me.”

“You’re still so annoying,” you say, crossing your legs.

He laughs mischievously, lightly punching your thigh.

“Isn’t it crazy how we almost instantly clicked again after so many years of not talking, though?”

You don’t answer him for a moment, thinking carefully of the words you’d say next.

“I guess,” you start to respond, “even after we went our separate ways, our comfort when being around each other never really went away.”

“Hmm,” he ponders, “why do you think that is?”

You don’t get a chance to respond because the ceremony begins, and all guests’ attention turns towards the front of the room.

The wedding ceremony of you and Taemin’s mutual friend plays out flawlessly beautiful.

An organist begins playing O Holy Night, at the request for the bride’s entrance. The bride walks in gracefully as ever. Her princess-styled silk dress was intricately decorated with mesh flowers, her long-sleeved white gloves featured complex designs of floral delicacies. Even from the bride’s back-view, her long, delicately designed dress tail captured and maintained all eyes on her.

Taemin had quietly moved his eyes from the bride at one point and turned his attention secretly to you.

You also looked lavishing in your dark green gown tonight, beautifully complementing the colors of the wedding decor altogether. Taemin couldn’t help but wonder if…

…if you could ever be his bride.

His eyes slowly began to water at the recollection of hundreds of shared memories alongside of you as your partner.

All the laughs, the jokes, the cries, the arguments, the make-ups, the love you shared privately in more ways than one.

He had… missed you.

Why’d we have to break up? He thoughtfully wonders as the bride and groom begin taking their vows.

If only we’d worked through our problems and not run away from them…

But it was almost every day that the arguments would arise.

The bride and groom exchange wedding bands and hold their hands together.

Taemin turns his eyes from the soon-to-be-married couple and focuses again on you.

Yes, while you were physically close to him at this very moment, he couldn’t help but think about how far you truly were.

If only I’d tried harder from my end, Taemin thinks defeatedly. I’ve been through the best and the absolute worst of this industry. If only I hadn’t let the malicious false rumors of that cheating scandal get the best of you…

The old priest raises his hands towards the crowd.

…maybe it would’ve been us on that pulpit by now.

He announces the couple as husband and wife.

But I couldn’t protect you without losing myself in the process.

The groom and bride share their first kiss as husband and wife, and the room erupts into loud cheers and happy tears. The organist beings playing the all-too familiar tune of Mendelssohn’s Wedding March, and the new man and wife begin preparing to make their way back down the isle for their final grand ceremonial exit.

Taemin closes his eyes as a couple tears begin rolling down his cheeks. He’s in too deep in his own thoughts when he feels the soft touch of a cloth rubbing against his face.

His eyes open and he makes direct eye contact with you.

You’d taken a handkerchief from your purse and wiped the tears gently from his face, not saying a word.

All around you, white confetti and red flower petals fall as the bride and groom begin exiting the room, the cheers of their guests roaring louder, the organist’s musical arrangement filling the room with l endearing excitement.

You and Taemin are caught frozen in each other’s gaze for a moment in time. Your hand is gently cupped around his face, his tears have slowed, and your emotions are caught in a trance.

What ever will we do? You think to yourself.

How could I ever move on from you? He thinks to himself.

How could I ever… you look into his eyes,

…have left you? he wonders,

…And now I find myself, you ponder,

…having feelings for you, he comes closer,

…even after all, you close your eyes,

…this, his nose brushes lightly against yours,

…time! your lips clash against his.

All around you, couples take notice of you and Taemin sharing an intimate moment together. The gentlemen cheer and begin taking their partners hand in hand, leaning them back against their arms to share kisses of their own in celebration of light of a new marriage.

White confetti and red flower petals continue to float about the room and around all the couples, guests, the newlyweds as the organists begins intensifying the final chords of the infamous Wedding March.

Taemin pulls away slightly, a few more tears escaping his reddened eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers to you. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you.”

You shake your head, not wanting to hear the words you longed to wish for.

“No, Taemin, I’m sorry I ever doubted you. I’m sorry I abandoned the trust I had in you… in us.”

“I should’ve gone back even after all the—”

“There’s no point in bringing up the past anymore, Tae,” you whisper.

“But I have to—”

“Shh,” you gently place a finger against his lips. “I received all the proof from your agency once the investigation was over. I now know you never had betrayed me like that.”

“You… you do?”

You smile. “I’m sorry I never went back for you. I was too ashamed to face you after you were proven innocent.”

“No,” he whispers. “I’m the one who should’ve fought harder.”

“Tae—”

Your words are cut short at the realization that there was no point in arguing further. You had grown and reflected, and so had he.

Knowing what you both knew now, there was an opportunity for the trust to grow back.

Perhaps tonight you could start over.

Perhaps tonight at the wedding reception, over delicious dinner and sugary wedding cake, you could start over.

Perhaps tonight you and Taemin would finally be able to reach the closure you both longed for, and start walking together towards a happily ever after of your own.

—

The wedding reception had gone just as fun and smoothly as the ceremony. The guests had gathered around the bride and her groom to cut their enormous marbled-flavored cake. A couple minutes before the cake-cutting begun, the bride caught a glimpse of you and Taemin and quickly walked over to you both.

“Hey, you smoochy lovebirds, why didn’t you tell me you got back together!?”

“What? How’d you even know—”

“Oh, please!” she giggled, “You started the little kissing-train back at the venue, didn’t ya? Look, it’s already making headlines!!” She excitedly pulls out her phone from her sleek reception gown’s pockets and points the screen at you both.

Indeed, there’s a half-blurry picture of you and Taemin sharing a loving, lasting kiss amidst the newlyweds’ grand exit. The headline at the top reads in bolder letters: BREAKING!! HAVE THE STARRY-EYED COUPLE ALLEGEDLY MADE A COMEBACK!?

Underneath the post, thousands of comments were already flooding the media with fans excitedly screaming their heads off at the sight of their favorite celebrity couple rumored to be seen together again. Fans from all around the industry—even fans who didn’t actively listen to you or Taemin’s music—enthusiastically shared well wishes and celebration for you both, many of these fans hoping that this time your relationship would lead to a much happier ending.

“I’ll say, your kissing stunt was absolutely perfect!” the bride excitedly bounces up and down. “All my wedding exit pictures have guests sharing kisses in the background and it’s so… so beautiful!! I’ll have to get that moment framed for our new home!”

Taemin places his hand around your waist, pulling you closer.

“If it weren’t for your wedding, I wouldn’t have gotten closure with my love again,” he smiles. He then turns his attention to you.

“And,” he adds, “I never would’ve believed I could fall in love with the right person all over again.”

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[cloudytaemin]

taemin as ur boyfriend pt. 2 <3

hes so adorable i cant i needed to write a part two sjdgdfh hope u enjoy more cute taeminnie :]

more bullet point style, hope you dont mind!

besides loving you at every second and showering you with attention whenever he can, since hes taemin, of course he sends you so many little gifts that you dont know what to do with them after a point

like the time you and him stayed up until three in the morning playing video games since he wanted to test out his new ps5 and the next morning you woke up to him at a schedule and he felt bad so he left you a note with the newest playstation exclusive game

on top of it while he was gone

youll play it for a few hours until he starts spam texting you on the way to his next schedule asking you if you like it and telling you how much he misses you

hell shower you with love at every chance he gets because he just cant get enough of you

he tries to cook for you at every chance and hes actually getting better but he still burns things sometimes

every time you freak over a different artist he gets jealous and says you should only love him, which, of course you do, but damn some idols are hot

he has to be clung to you as much as he can, his arms wrapped around you or your head in his lap on the couch

he asked you to move in with him after the first three months, he really couldnt get enough

he gives you one of his albums every time he has a comeback and you put it in your glass case of his signed albums because you know it makes him happy

he always takes you to fancy dinners despite having to wear a hat and glasses until you get into the private room hes booked since he has far too much money than he knows what to do with

taemin knows how much you love shinee so youll often go for dinners with kibum or be invited over to jinki's or go drinking with minho

jongin hears about you so much you may as well be taemins only interesting topic besides science documentaries on youtube

he goes on tangents about how he just watched these videos on youtube about educational topics or how he wants to try a new recipe he just saw and he just smiles stupidly while you nod and smile because you love how interested he is

he insists on hugging you every time you come home or he does, he needs to feel your warmth or something is what he always says

and of course ravi supports both of you wholeheartedly and loves to ask when taemins asking you to marry him or when the wedding is because hes just that kind of teasy person

the truth is taemins too shy to ask even though he knows he wants to marry you

i mean he already buys you enough flowers and is playful enough to make it seem like youre married

but who knows when he will propose, its just a matter of time until he gets up the confidence

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