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yootaesowlwrites · 6 months

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Are You Trying To Seduce Me? - Lee Taemin

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Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Are you trying to seduce me?” + “I don’t have to be inside you to make you feel good…”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, nicknames, pool side sex, breast play, nipple sucking, nipple licking, marking, clit stimulation, fingering, oral (female receiving), teasing, begging, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), overstimulation, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You watch as Taemin exits the house he had rented for a week for the both of you, he was wearing his swim shorts while you were already in the pool, completely submerged in the water, only your head wasn’t submerged, and he had no idea about the swimwear you had bought right before you left for the vacation. He sits down on one of the tanning chairs and looks in your direction, a smile forms on his lips as he sees you looking at him.

“Is the water good?” He asks. You nod your head and swim towards the shallow part of the pool before making your way towards the stairs. You step out of the pool, keeping your eyes on him as you do, and watch as his eyes widen once he sees what you had chosen to wear. Your skin glistens in the sun as the water rolls down your body. “Shit… Are you trying to seduce me?” You make your way towards him and stop right in front of him, blowing the sun from shining directly not him.

“Well, that’s up to you to decide,” You say. He reaches out for you and you take a step back. “Wait, wait, what do you think of it?” You slowly turn around, letting him see everything of the swimsuit before you turned back to face him with a smile on your lips, you watch as his eyes darken and his jaw tensing.

“I think… I don’t have to be inside you to make you feel good…” He says in a low tone that caused your stomach to drop and twist. “Because fuck, the swimsuit is a bonus, but you, right now, I want to make you cum over and over again with my fingers, my mouth, both, until you’re begging for me to be inside you,” You swallow as you feel your insides twisting into a knot. “Do you want that?” You nod your head and watch as he stands from the tanning chair. He reaches out and grips your hips, pulling you against him before his lips crashed against you.

Your lips move with his, and you feel his hands sliding up your sides before they move over your back and pull at the strings of your top, his tongue slides against your lips, and you part yours to let him slip it between your lips. Your hands move to his waist and grip onto his swim shorts as you feel his tongue sliding over your tongue before moving over the roof of your mouth, your breathing was becoming harder, and it started to feel like you were running out of air. You could feel yourself growing wet the longer the kiss went on, the more you feel his hands on you as he pulls the top away from you.

“Ohh, fuck, this is a dream, I swear,” He mutters as he finally breaks away from the kiss. Your lips felt swollen, and you felt strings of saliva breaking off against your chin. “Don’t wake me if it is,” His lips press against your neck, and he sloppily kisses his way down to your chest, leaving a wet trail down your neck. His tongue flattens against your breast, and he licks around your nipple before licking a stripe towards your other nipple before taking the bud in his mouth.

“Shit, Tae…” You moan and reach up with one hand to grip the back of his head. “Fuck…” You could feel yourself growing wetter as the seconds tick by. He cups your boob and uses his thumb to rub around your nipple, making you feel it harden as you feel some parts of his nail also moving against the bud, which seems to be adding to the pleasure that was going through you. “Min… fuck, oh…” Your skin heats up, and you could feel sweat mixing in with the water droplets. “Hmm, oh…” Your fingers massage into his scalp as you feel him pull your nipple with his lips while rolling the other one between his fingers. “Fuck, fuck… Taemin…” He tugs on your nipple with his fingers, and you swore you felt the knot inside you getting tugged on as well.

“Fuck, ohh, my fucking fuck,” You breathe out. Your skin felt flushed, and you could feel your arousal starting to slip past your folds and soak into your bottoms. “Oh, my fucking…” You twist your fingers into his swim shorts and grip onto them tightly. You could feel some type of shock going down to your pussy as he keeps sucking and pulling on your nipple, you swear if he kept it up, you would cum right then and there from the pleasure you were feeling. He pulls away from your nipple with a soft popping sound and moves his hands to grip your hips.

“The little sounds you’re making, fuck, I’m getting hard,” He mutters as he takes a step back, pulling you with him, before he sits down on the tanning chair. He leans forward and presses his lips against the centre of your stomach and slowly kisses his way down, while his fingers dip into the elastic of your bottoms and push them down. His lips travel lower before pausing when he reaches the crease of your hip and begins to suck on the spot.

“Taemin, oh, my fucking fuck,” You mutter as you feel another sensation go through you. Your bottoms fall around your ankles and you step out of them carefully before pushing them aside with your foot. His hands press against your thighs and slowly moves to the inside of them as he slides his hands upwards. You step your legs apart to give him more access to your pussy before his hands pause inches away from touching it. “Fuck, Min… shit, really…” He pulls away from the crease of your hips and looks up at you as he moves to the other side. “Fuck, you’re such a tease,” He smirks at you before his lips attach to your skin and another mark is sucked into you.

“Taemin…” You moan as you feel his hands massaging into your inner thighs, you could feel your folds gently getting pulled by the action, and you knew that your arousal was now slipping past your folds with how wet you were. “Fuck, please, touch me…” He slides his hand higher, and you feel his fingers brush along your folds, feeling your juices that coated your outer folds.

“Ohh, fuck, you’re soaking wet, sweetheart,” He mutters against the crease of your hip. He softly kisses the spot before pulling away from it. “Did all my touches do that to you?” You could hear the teasing tone in his voice as he spoke.

“You know it did,” You mutter. He slides his fingers along your folds, spreading your juices more along them, before you heard a squelching sound as he pulls them apart. “Ohh, fuck…” He could see your chest rising and falling as you were taking in several deep breaths.

“It makes me so glad to know I have this effect on you, baby,” He says. His fingers slip past your folds and press against your inner folds before slowly sliding along your pussy. You could hear your wetness sloshing as he drags his fingers through it. “Just hearing how wet you were, I just want to bury myself inside you,” His fingers reach your clit, and he slowly rubs over the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck,” You gasp as your body jolts and shockwaves go up your spine. “Tae… Fuck, Taemin,” His fingers slowly slide over the nub, and you could feel the tension growing inside you, getting tighter and bigger. Your lids flutter before they completely shut at the blissful feeling going through your veins, you couldn’t even describe how it felt. “Min… Min…” You feel two of his fingers sliding along the side of your clit before you felt him roll the bundle of nerves between his fingers. “Ohh, fuck, fuck,” You could feel your legs wanting to twitch and your knees wanting to bend as the feeling goes down them. “Shit…”

“Tell me if you feel like you’re going to fall,” He says. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself when I’m trying to make you feel so good,” You feel him roll the nub between his fingers again, and it took everything inside you to keep standing as you felt a jolt going down your legs again. “You just look so good… fuck,” He tugs on the bundle of nerves before releasing it and pressing his fingers against it again.

“Miiinnnnn,” You whine as you feel him rubbing figure eights over it. “Fuck, it’s so good…” You could feel your high creeping closer and closer, your skin was heating up even more, and you could feel your legs wanting to give out underneath you. “Min…” He presses down hard against your clit, making your back arch and your head fall back. “FUCK, Taemin, fuck…” He slides his fingers away from your clit, and you could feel them getting closer to your entrance. “Taemin, oh, fuck…” You feel him slip two digits inside you, the loud sucking sound of your wetness goes through the air as his fingers easily slip into you.

“Fuck, you’re so soaked, you can easily take three fingers,” He says. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, making you feel just how wet you were. “Let’s see if you can,” You feel a third digit slipping into you and his fingers move slightly faster. “Fuck, you really can.”

“Fuck, Taemin, oh, fucking…” You moan and curl your toes into the ground. Sweat mixes in with the pool water dripping down your press. “Ohh, my fuck…” You could see specs of dust forming behind your lids as you were nearing your high. “Taemin, T-Taemin…” You could feel a tingling sensation going up your spine and your legs threatening to collapse beneath you. “SHIT!” He had pressed the heel of his palm against your clit and rubbed against your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Your grip on his hair tightens, and you tug on it, pulling his head backwards as you were inching closer to your high. “Fuck, Taemin…”

“TAEMIN!” You suddenly cry out as you feel the tension snapping inside you. You bring your other hand to his shoulders to grip him and lean forward as you go through your high, your mind felt like it was floating through the clouds as ecstasy goes through your body. “TAEMIN, OH, MY FUCK!” You were in absolute bliss. His fingers rapidly pump in and out of you to get you through your high, and he could see your legs shaking. “FUCK, SO GOOD, OH, MY FUCKING!” You could feel the feeling slowly begin to subside as you begin to come down from the high, his fingers disappearing from inside you along with the heel of his palm against your clit. “Fuck… Min…”

Your hand releases his shoulder and his hair as you feel him lean backwards, you slowly open your eyes and watch as he gets up from the tanning chair with a towel in his hand. He moves past you, and you hear the sound of the towel being thrown open before you felt his hands on your hips and his warmth pressing against your back, making you lean right into it.

“Come, lay down,” He mutters into your ear, and gently kisses the back of your neck. You slowly turn around and move towards the towel, and carefully lay down with help from him. Once you were laying on the towel, he moves back towards the tanning chairs and grabs one of the pillows that were on it. “Lift those pretty hips for me,” You bend your knees and press your feet into the ground and lift your hips, and he positions the pillow underneath them to elevate them slightly. “Good girl,” He moves between your legs, and settles on his knees between them. You feel his fingers spread your folds before you feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs.

“Tae… Tae… Taaaeee,” You whine as you feel his hot breath against your folds. “Oh, fucking, shit…” His tongue presses against your pussy, and you feel him licking a stripe upwards along it until he reaches your clit and slowly licks over the bundle of nerves. “TAEMIN!” You could feel your legs shaking and your toes already curling into the towel. “FUCK!” You press your knees together, pushing his head even more against your pussy as they press against the side of his head. “Fuck, fuck,” His arms wrap around your thighs and his hands grip onto them firmly as he licks back down your pussy and towards your slit.

“Fuck, Taemin…” You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut as you hear him lapping at your juices and swallowing them as well. “Fuck, fuck… shit,” Your mind was spinning from everything you were feeling and experiencing with him. You feel his tongue brushing against your entrance as he laps at your arousal. “Fuck… fuck,” Your hips slightly bucking each time as you felt his warm tongue against your slit. You feel his nose brushing against your clit and feel his hot breath blowing against your pussy before his tongue was sliding back to your clit.

“TAEMIN!” You reach down and grip his hair, twisting his locks around your fingers as you do. You could hear him breathing loudly against your mound as his tongue reaches your clit. “Fuck, oh, my fucking… shit, T-Taemin,” His lips wrap around your clit and you feel your muscles tensing. “Taemin, Oh, my fuck, I’m gonna… Taemin, Tae-Taemin,” You stutter out as you feel him sucking on the bundle of nerves. You feel the tip of his tongue pressing against your clit before feeling him play with it. “Ohh, my fucking… Taemin, shit, that feels so… ohhh, my fuck,” You could feel a hot tingling feeling slowly going up your legs and towards the knot that was building inside you again.

“Taaaeeemmiiiinnn,” You could feel your back sticking to the towel each time you arched it the slightest bit. You pull on his hair as you feel him begin to suck on the nub again, and it felt like he was sucking right at the knot of tension inside you. “Ohh, my fucking…” You turn your head from side to side as you feel pleasure pumping through your veins. “Fucking… FUCK!” You lift your hips and push your pussy against his face even more before you slowly lower them back against the pillow. “Taemin, it’s so good…” He releases your clit, and you feel his nose brush against your clit before you feel his tongue pushing against your slit. “Shit, fuck, shit…” Your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your shut lids as you feel him pushing his tongue inside you.

“FUCK, Taemin, oh, my fucking…” You cry out as you feel tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes. “Fuck, I’m gonna… Taemin, I swear, I’m…” You feel his tongue move inside you, and you swear you felt your insides taking another dip as the tension inside you only gets tighter. “Fuck…” His nose rubs against your clit, and you could feel a slight stimulation from it as you see stars starting to form behind your lids. “Tae… I’m close…” His tongue dips in and out of you, making your walls clench involuntarily at the sensation. “Taemin… Taaeemmiiinnn,” He flattens his tongue against your pussy and licks a long, thick stripe along your pussy before reaching your clit again. “Oh, fuck, oh, shit… OH!” Your back arches and stars dance behind your lids as the tension inside you snaps once you felt the rough texture of his tongue reaching your clit.

“TAEMIN, OH, MY FUCKING!” You cry out in pleasure. You bring your free hand up to your face and grab onto your head for a second before you stretch it out above you. “FUCK, OH, MY FUCKING!” You could feel pleasure coursing through your entire body as it shakes with ecstasy. Your mind felt like it was flying high in the sky, while your body felt light for a few minutes. “FUCK, fuck, Taemin, oh, my fucking,” you were a blubbering mess as drool spills from the corner of your mouth and tears from your eyes. “Shit, FUCK, TAEMINNN!” You were just starting to come down from your high and your body was slowly starting to stop shaking when you felt him pushing three digits inside you, when had his hand released your thigh?

“TAEMIN, OH, MY FUCK!” You cry as you feel another orgasm immediately building as you feel his lips wrap around your clit. “FUCK, FUCK, TAEMIN!” Your mind felt mush from all the pleasure you were experiencing, “INSIDE, I WANT YOU INSIDE!” You weren’t sure how many more orgasms you could take or handle, and you just wanted to feel his cock inside you. “PLEASE, FUCK ME, I NEED YOU, FUCK!” You slam your hand against the towel before twisting the fabric between your fingers. “I WANT YOU INSIDE ME, FUCK, PLEASE, TAE!” Your upper body twists to the side from the pleasure going through you as you feel the tension inside you rapidly build. You weren’t going to last another minute.

“PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, MIN!” You cry out as you pull at the towel and at his hair. “FUCK, PLEASE, I NEED YOU INSIDE ME, I WANT YOU INSIDE ME!” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded while begging for him, for his cock, you just needed him. “OHH, OHH UH, HMM!” You press your head harder against the ground as you feel another orgasm rip through your body, and your mind was thrown into the clouds while your body floats on cloud nine while shaking with ecstasy. “TAAAEEEMMMMIIINNN!” Your feet were starting to hurt from how long you’ve had your toes curled, your skin was completely soaked in sweat now.

He releases the bundle of nerves from his lips and lifts his head away from your pussy, your legs slowly relax as you pull your legs away from his head. He turns his head, and you feel a wet kiss being left behind on your inner thigh before you feel him leaving a trail towards your knee before he pulls his head away while licking his lips clean, and loudly too. He slides his fingers out from inside you, and you were quickly aware of how sensitive you were, and you were aware of the heartbeat thumping in your clit. His arm unwraps from around your thigh, and you feel his body heat disappear from between your legs, forcing you to release the grip you had on his hair.

“Tae…” You breathe out. You could hear the sound of fabric being removed and assumed he was removing his shorts while you were trying to catch your breath and gather your thoughts.

“Fuck, you’re a soaking mess, there,” He mutters. He wraps his hand around his cock and pumps his length a few times, spreading his arousal that’s been gathering at the tip of his cock over his girth. “Fuck… So hot, baby,” He moves back between your legs, and you couldn’t help but let out a whimper.

“Tae, I’m so fucking sensitive right now…” You mutter. Your heart was just starting to calm down, but you could feel it pick right back up again at his touch. “I’m gonna cum immediately when you push inside me,” He places his hands on your knees as he moves closer to you. “Tae…”

“I know, baby, I know,” He mumbles. You watch as he moves even closer to you, you feel his cock near your pussy, and he moves one of his hands to his cock. “I know, but I want to be inside you, do you want that?” He slowly slides his hand up and down along his length, he could already feel his balls tightening and knew he probably had too much fun making you come undone. “I won’t do it if you say no right now.”

“Hmpf, Taemin, fuck,” You mutter. “Fuck, I wanna feel you inside me,” Your body jolts as you feel him slide his cock between your folds, and slowly coat his member with your juices. “Tae-Taemin…” You feel the head of his cock push against your entrance and your muscles instantly tense up as you feel him starting to push. “Fuck, Fuck, Taemin!” You feel your legs starting to shake as his cock slides deeper into you.

“Ohh, uhmm, fuck, fuck, your walls…” He groans as he feels them clench around him. He pauses for a moment and lets you calm down before he pushes himself further into you. You feel a knot growing inside you, and you could only count down the seconds before your high would hit you again. He leans over you and presses his hands against the ground, and slowly continues pushing into you.

“FUCK, Taemin, Taemin…” You moan. You were sensitive and the way his cock was sliding along your walls and rubbing every spot inside you. “FUCK!” Your back aches and your hips buck upwards, causing his cock to push inside you with one quick movement and causing the tension inside you to snap. Your body shakes as you turn your head from side to side in absolute bliss. “TAEMIN!” Your mind felt completely mushed as you were going through another high. “FUCK, FUCKING!” The sound of your wetness was loud as he begins thrusting in and out of you, your moans and his groans mix in together.

“Fuck, you’re just… fuck,” He grunts out. Your inner thighs were soaked with your arousal as it splatters against them with each thrust he gives, he could feel his thighs becoming coated with your arousal as well. “Fuck… fuck, so good, hmm, you’re taking is so good, baby,” You swear you were just having orgasm after orgasm at this point, you weren’t even sure if you’d come down from your last high when you felt another crash into you.

“TAEMIN, OH, MY FUCK!” You cry out, pulling at the towel even more. You blindly reach out for him and manage to grab onto his biceps and squeeze down on it. “FUCK, FUCK!” You weren’t sure if you were able to handle it anymore, it started to feel like your pussy was growing numb. “TAEMIN!”

“I’m getting close,” He groans. “I waited too long, I’m gonna cum soon, baby,” He could feel his balls tightening even more. “Fuck… Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” You could feel his thrusts becoming sloppy as he was getting closer and closer to his release, that’s when you felt another high course through your veins, causing your entire body to stiffen.

“OH UH HMM FUCK!” You moan. You feel his hips falter against yours before he suddenly pauses against you, and he buries his head in the crook of your neck. He could feel your body shaking against his, but within just a few seconds, a release hits him and hot ropes of cum spill into you, filling your sopping hole. He keeps himself against you, forcing himself to not move as he comes undone above you. “FUCK, TAEMIN!” His stomach muscles twitch and pull as he goes through his orgasm. “Tae…” It becomes quiet between you both as you ascend from the highs you just had, your heart drumming loudly in your ears as you try to catch your breath and gather your mushed thoughts.

You could feel him breathing loudly against your neck, and you could hear it also, sweat coated his skin, and you could feel his skin sliding against yours each time either of you breathed. You felt completely spent and like you could sleep for days from everything that you’ve been through. You feel him slowly move away from you before you hear him groan as he sits upright on his knees. You slowly open your eyes and look at him as the sun shines down against his skin, making it glisten from the sweat coating him.

“Fuck, Taemin…” You mutter. You feel his cock sliding out from you, making you whimper and whine at the feeling, you feel your mixed releases spilling from you and spilling down your ass and onto the pillow, you were still on top of. You lift your hips slightly, and he pulls the pillow from you before you lay down, you extend your legs, and you let out a sigh.

“Let me go toss this in the washing room, and then bring a towel to clean you with,” He says. You only nod your head, your throat feeling sore from all the screaming you had done for him. He gets up from the ground and moves past you and into the house, it only took a few moments before he was back with a towel in and kneeling next to you and carefully cleaning your thighs. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Hmm…” You hum. He carefully moves high and slowly cleans your folds, you could hear the squelching sound coming from you as he does.

“Can you walk?” He asks. He pulls the towel away before looking towards the umbrella that was open. “Let me move the umbrella here, so you don’t get a worse sunburn,” Your eyes shut from tiredness, and you hear him pull the umbrella closer to you and moments later you feel the shade over you too. You feel a cool breeze blow against your skin as you begin to fall asleep. “Next time… We should do it inside.”

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smileydk · 3 months

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Lights, Camera, Action

Pairing: Idol!Taemin x Photographer!OC

Summary: Jiwoo and Taemin have been married for a whole decade. They both debuted in SHINee. As SHINee approached their 15th anniversary Jiwoo started pursuing photography.

Who'd be a better guinea pig model than her own husband?

cw/tw: fluff, cute, praising, suggestive, kissing

Note: I'm obsessed with Taemin lately. Why I don't know. But he's so handsome and pretty, and gorgeous, and sexy and- yeah

''Taeminie my babyyy~'' Jiwoo walked through the front door with a sweet smile on her lips.

Taemin, sitting on the couch, looked up from the book he was reading and raised a knowing eyebrow. ''Yes, my dearest wife? What are you gonna subject me to this time?''

Jiwoo smiled and walked over to the couch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked down at him with a pleading smile.

Taemin knew that smile very well. Whenever she wanted him to do something she'd smile like that.

''You know how I've been taking photography classes, right baby?'' Taemin nodded. ''Right, so this week's assignment was to photograph something sexy... so I thought who's better for the job than the Lee Taemin?''

Taemin chuckled as he leaned his head against the back rest. He looked up at Jiwoo, who was already looking down at him and pursed his lips.

Jiwoo leaned down and kissed his lips sweetly.

''Will you please help me, baby?'' Jiwoo fluttered her eyelashes sweetly.

''I can't, and you know I can't. I told you this morning. And I know you know since you call be "baby". I have to go to the dance studio and work on the "Guilty" choreography. I would help you if I-''

Jiwoo pouted. ''Pretty please?''

Taemin chuckled. ''I don't have ti-''

''Pretty please with sugar on top?! If you loved me-'' Taemin raised an eyebrow. ''-you would help me''

Taemin sighed. ''You're annoying''

''I know. And since you won't help me, I'm calling Minho'' Taemin nodded for her to go on.

So she did.

She found her phone and found Minho's contact. She pressed his contact and put it on speaker phone. Taemin just sat there.

''Jiwoo! My favorite Lee! 'Sup?''

Taemin glared at the phone. ''What do you mean "favorite Lee?!" I thought it was me!''

In the background Jiwoo and Taemin heard Onew cursing at Minho for calling someone else his favroite Lee.

''Too bad, you ain't. And neither are you, Hyung! Now, how can I help my favorite Lee''

''So, for my photography classes I have to photograph something sexy, and Taemin's an ass and won't help me, so would you like to be my sexy model? Maybe something shirtless, or maybe-''

Taemin grabbed Jiwoo's phone from her hands and glared at his wife. ''Buh-bye Hyung, we don't need you''

''Goodbye, see you tom-''

Jiwoo laughed loudly as Taemin ended the call in the middle of Minho's sentence. He chucked her phone behind his shoulder. He turned to his wife and raised an eyebrow.

''You're a bully''

''So you'll help me?'' Jiwoo smiled sweetly.

Taemin sighed loudly. ''Fine! I'll call Noona and tell her practice is off'' He picked up his own phone. ''You're lucky I love you'' He mumbled a pouty tone.

As he ended the call, telling "Noona" he was sick and couldn't dance today. "Noona" didn't believe him for a single second, but she let it slide this time.

She did however warn him if he repeated this she would come to their apartment and drag him to the dance studio herself.

''Now, back to your little rendezvous, do we have any studio lights? Or any equipment at all?''

Jiwoo's sweet, kiss-ass look, switched into a sheepish look. ''I might have bought a camera, studio lights and all that before asking you''

''Why?''

''I just- my backup plan was Minho, I knew he would accept without a fight'' Jiwoo smirked as she headed out the door to get the stuff she bought.

Taemin gasped dramatically. ''How dare you even think of Minho as a backup?'' His wife simply smiled and kissed his cheek.

After they'd set up all the different lights and cameras, and props and whatnot that Jiwoo had brought home, in the bathroom, the woman turned to her husband with a smirk.

''And now, you. We gotta change all...'' Jiwoo moved her hands around her husband's body. ''...this''

''What? I look sexy as I am'' Taemin raised an eyebrow.

''Well that I won't deny. But! This is not what I invisioned...'' She motioned to his oversized hoodie and sweatpants. ''I was thinking that it could fit with your upcoming comeback... so I might have got you a completely new outfit''

She dug out a white tank-top, a pair of white boxers and a pair of blue, baggy (jeans) pants. Taemin reluctantly took the clothes and changed out of his sweatpants and hoodie.

As he showed the outfit to Jiwoo she held up a finger. She started pulling and adjusting his pants. She could feel Taemin's smirk on his lips as her hands brushed past his lower stomach.

''Shut up'' She mumbled and continued her adjusting.

''I didn't say anything!'' Taemin exclaimed and placed his hands on his hips.

Jiwoo ignored him and stepped back. She looked him up and down. He posed jokingly and Jiwoo chuckled.

Jiwoo stood him in front of the bathroom. ''Let's... add a bit of choreo to the photo. Right hand under shirt, show off your stomach. You know, the key move''

Taemin smirked. ''If you wanted me naked you should've just asked, baby''

''Ha. Ha'' Jiwoo laughed sarcastically and loooked at her husband with a forced smile. ''Pose, asshole''

''Yes, ma'am!'' Taemin saluted her and did as she'd wished. ''Lights, camera, action''

Jiwoo stared at him for a moment. ''You're such a weirdo'' Taemin flashed a dorky smile.

Jiwoo continued staring at Taemin as he did the pose she requested. It looked good, but not enough. ''Head down. Hand around your neck''

Taemin did as instructed.

This was another reason as to why Jiwoo wanted to work with her own husband, he'd been in the industry for so long. He knew exactly how to pose, he followed instructions well and he was naturally sexy.

Perfect sexy model.

Jiwoo snapped a few pictures of Taemin in that pose, altering some small things. When she was satisfied with it she showed it to model himself.

''Wow, I look good'' Jiwoo chuckled. ''What are you laughing at? I look sexy. Who knows, maybe these will be my concept photos? You're good at this''

Jiwoo blushed as he praised her. ''You really think that?''

Taemin nodded and hugged her tightly. ''The best! Now, next pose!''

The afternoon continued. Taemin posed as Jiwoo instructed. It started professionally, Taemin answered Jiwoo being very serious about the whole thing.

Then it slowly turned into Taemin doing as he wished and Jiwoo accepting it.

After almost 3 hours of snapping photos they decided to wrap it up.

''I'm gonna edit these a bit. Then you can see them''

Taemin pouted. ''I wanna see them now!''

Jiwoo raised an eyebrow. ''Taemin, sweetie, you're 30, not a toddler. You'll see them when I'm done''

''Okay...''

However, editing proved to be difficult when you had a 30 year old husband who decided he needed attention at this exact moment.

Jiwoo was trying to edit the pictures she seemed to be the best ones. Taemin sat behind her on the bed, legs on each side of her body, arms around her waist as he watched her edit.

His shin rested on her shoulder as she tapped away on the computer.

Taemin's attention span was about the same as a 5 year old, on a sugar high.

His fingers started tapping a rhythm on Jiwoo's thighs and he started humming to himself. Jiwoo turned around and raised an eyebrow. She'd told him if he wanted to sit here. Silence.

He quickly stopped.

But then his attention started wearing thin again. He found a hairbrush ans some hair ties Jiwoo had laying around.

He carefully started brushing Jiwoo's hair and braiding it. Jiwoo stopped her editing and turned around. She smiled.

''You really have no patience. You're like a five year old'' Jiwoo examined the braid. It was good.

''Yet you love me. Besides, if I was a five year old, wouldn't that make you a predator?''

Jiwoo raised her eyebrow. ''Ha. Ha''

''I'll go cook or something. Have a good editing session''

''Love you!'' Jiwoo yelled through the house as Taemin bounced down the stairs.

''Love you more!''

After Jiwoo'd edited the photos she headed into the kitchen to show Taemin.

Taemin, who was making tteokbokki, was amazed.

''My wife's so talented! And I'm much more sexy than Minho-Hyung would ever be''

Jiwoo chuckled and patted his cheek. ''That's your opinion''

''Whatever. You and I both know I'm speaking facts. Now, I think these are perfect for my concept photos this comeback. And I'm saving money if use my lovely wife's hard labor''

''Who said I'm free?'' Jiwoo raised an eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips. ''I'm an expensive bitch''

''Well... expensive? Yes. But bitch? No. What do you want as pay? I could think of a few things I know you'd like'' Taemin smirked as he placed his own hands on Jiwoo's.

Jiwoo chuckled and shook her head. ''You're such a pervert''

Taemin couldn't see the problem. She wanted pay. He had something to pay with. Which they'd both enjoy.

''Besides. I have to send these in for class and-''

Before Jiwoo could finish her sentence Taemin pressed his lips against hers. Jiwoo giggled as he pulled away.

''You talk too much sometimes''

''And you have too little patience. Your tteok is burning'' Jiwoo pointed at the pan, which smoked a bit more than it should've.

Taemin turned around and spotted the pan. He quickly moved it from the heat. He smiled awkwardly as he turned back to his wife.

''It's not burnt. It just... on the verge of burning. Want some?''

Jiwoo smiled. He was so cute. And he tried cooking. Which he rarely did. ''Of course I will''

As they are Taemin's half-burnt creation Taemin smirked. ''Next time you should do a budoir photoshoot''

Jiwoo choked on the food. ''Lee Taemin!? WHAT THE FUCK!?''

''What? It was just an idea! I'm sexy. You're a great photographer. And...''

''You just want a reason to get naked'' Jiwoo deadpanned him. ''And don't even deny it, you're... you''

''Oh baby. If I wanted to be naked I'd be naked'' He winked and continued eating his food.

''Fuck you, Lee Taemin''

''Anytime, baby''

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The Roommate (And How He Got In Jonghyun's Pants) - JongTae Oneshot

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Pairing: Jonghyun x Taemin

Genre: explicit, fluff, roommates AU

Word Count: 6.7k words

You can also find this story on: AO3

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Summary:

Jonghyun, who once didn't like his roommate, now likes him a lot. A whole lot.

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The Roommate (And How He Got In Jonghyun's Pants)

Jonghyun couldn’t afford the rent on his apartment anymore, which frustrated Jonghyun because it wasn’t what he planned on. He didn’t want to share his apartment; he picked that apartment, especially because he could afford the rent. However, his capitalist landlord struck him with the worst news a university student working one job could hear: his landlord wanted to increase his rent. This was typical of a landlord and it made Jonghyun resent them all; they were nothing but power hungry, money hungry bastards in his eyes. So he did what anyone would in that situation: he put up an advertisement for a roommate.

When Taemin and Jonghyun first met, Jonghyun didn’t believe that Taemin was old enough to be in university, let alone old enough to have a job to pay the rent. He nearly laughed at Taemin and walked out of the coffee shop. But unfortunately for him, Taemin was too cute to say no to. Also, he found out that Taemin was only a few years younger than him and he was an anthropology major. So they’ve been roommates for six months now and it's taken time for Jonghyun to get used to always having another person around because he loved solitude and found peace in it. Taemin never left the apartment, unless it was to go to university. But Taemin was also messy and it drove Jonghyun mad. Jonghyun was the type of person to clean up after himself; he’d do it right away. Taemin was the type of person who would wait for his mess to accumulate and then clean it up while making it look very painful, like he had never had to clean up after himself before. He was clumsy as well; Jonghyun didn't even know how many porcelains or glasses he’s had to help clean up and replace.

In retrospect, he should of prepared himself for little things like this. But he didn’t. At least Taemin’s mum always sends side dishes for them to share and she, although he wouldn’t say it out loud, made the most delicious side dishes, better than his own mum.

Taemin walked into the apartment after finishing his day at university in his—Jonghyun’s—black oversized sweater and joggers and greeted Jonghyun while he was cooking for them. Taemin placed his bag down on the kitchen table as he came up behind Jonghyun, looking over his shoulder and sniffing like a rabbit. “Smells good," he commented and Jonghyun laughed. Jonghyun had become used to Taemin and actually found him endearing in almost every way. His clumsiness that once irritated Jonghyun had now wormed its way into his heart and made Jonghyun want to help him, because now Jonghyun feels like he has to look after him, which he doesn’t mind at all. His mess now makes Jonghyun laugh and think about how fitting it is for Taemin, and his strange obsession with cereal, Jonghyun can deal with it all, he wants to deal with it all. Because it’s all Taemin.

“Yeah?” Jonghyun turns around and ruffles Taemin’s hair and Taemin leans into his touch like a kitten. “You hungry?” Taemin hums and closes his eyes, moving his head to let him scratch more at the base of his nape, making Jonghyun’s heart flutter. Jonghyun realised his feelings towards Taemin weren’t just platonic three months after he moved in and ever since he acknowledged them, they’ve grown and consumed him. He's gotten over his awkward part but sometimes he still doesn’t know how to act around the other. Because Taemin does and says a lot of strange things that he doesn’t know makes Jonghyun’s heart beat at a stupid rate. Which wasn’t what he wanted. When he first put up the advertisement for a roommate, before Taemin came into his life, Jonghyun was devoted to his studies and had no interest in relationships whatsoever. But Taemin was too hard not to like—so cute, so ditsy.

“How was Uni?” Jonghyun finds the words to make more conversation because he hasn’t heard Taemin’s voice all day and he misses it.

Taemin pulls away from Jonghyun’s touch and looks at him with wide eyes. “You know that second-year Kibum?” Taemin asks and yes, he does know Kibum; he’s younger than Jonghyun. While Jonghyun is in his last year of his bachelor's degree, Kibum is in his second and Taemin is in his first. Kibum is known by pretty much everyone in the university, or at least anyone with ears and eyes. Kibum is excessively loud in every way—his mouth, his fashion. But apart from all of that, he was the reason Jonghyun realised he was gay. He was the first man Jonghyun ever slept with, and now he’s worried about why Taemin has brought him up.

Cautiously, Jonghyun says, “Yeah, I know him.”

“He won’t stop bothering me! I don’t even know what he wants.” Taemin states candidly, not giving him time to adjust, the words making Jonghyun freeze on the spot. He tries to concentrate on something that isn’t bubbling up inside him, because he is not jealous.

“He probably just wants to talk,” Jonghyun says trying to sound as candid as Taemin just did. He isn’t lying, Kibum probably did just want to talk: whether it was the way Jonghyun wanted it to be or not.

Taemin shrugs and brushes the subject under the rug like he didn’t just make Jonghyun the most jealous person in the world and walks over to the fridge, pulls out a bottle of water, downing it and then, when Jonghyun can’t take his eyes off him, Taemin winks playfully, “Do I have time to have a quick shower and get changed?”

And Jonghyun’s heartbeat is driving him mad; he’s sure Taemin knows what he’s doing to his heart because how could he be that oblivious to his red face? “Yeah, sure, do that," he swallowed thickly, trying not to imagine Taemin in the shower. That's inappropriate. So is watching Taemin walk off and staring at his butt, Taemin doesn’t know any of it. He doesn’t know how Jonghyun’s heart craves him or how much he wants to be around him all the time. He doesn’t need to know either.

Jonghyun busies himself with thoughts like how he needs to buy more eggs and stuff like don’t burn the carbonara because that wouldn’t be good, and he doesn’t have any more money to buy takeout if he fails because he spent it all already on takeouts, restaurants, and rent plus utilities. It’s that time of month when they have to make do with what's in the fridge, and they should really get out of the habit of spending all their money on takeouts and then living on whatever they have left but they are students.

Taemin returns, hair wet, droplets of water down his neck, blue boxers, and a black hoodie. If Jonghyun thought his life couldn’t get any harder, he was wrong. He can’t just stare, but he wants to still look, so he makes the effort to start a conversation, “Nice shower?”

Taemin nods and walks to the cupboard, grabbing two glasses and getting a bottle of merlot out of the wine holder, filling the two glasses and bending down, sticking his butt out so he can be eye level with the glasses so he can make sure they are the same. And Jonghyun tries not to look at his butt. “We're in our ‘WEED era’,” Taemin says it out of nowhere and catches Jonghyun by surprise so he turns around and mixes the pasta—like he definitely was just not looking at the other's arse—releasing its doneness. He starts dishing it up into two blue bowls, which are the most recent addition to their collection. What is a ‘WEED era’ and is Taemin taking drugs? Should Jonghyun be concerned? “What's a ‘WEED era’? And how are you sure I want to be involved?” Jonghyun asks; he doesn’t actually care if Taemin includes him. He wants to be included in everything Taemin does, even if it’s as stupid as joining him in a ‘weed era’.

“Don’t lie, you want to join everything I’m doing." Taemin narrows his eyes, causing Jonghyun to gulp because, can Taemin read his mind? “It stands for ‘we enjoy every day’. I saw it on SNS but actually, it’s pretty cool. So I think I sound pretty cool if I say it. You should be happy I included you.” Taemin is such a nerd and Jonghyun loves it. He loves the way Taemin gets sassy and the way his nose scrunches. He loves the way Taemin puts him on a cliff and then pulls him off the edge but sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes Taemin would push him off the cliff.

Jonghyun didn’t need to think about that; he needed to think about a reply to Taemin. He needs to come up with the right thing to say, something witty or something that doesn’t sound strained, “You’re such a nerd.” And Taemin scrunches his nose up at his reply; his reaction could have been worse. So that feels like a win for Jonghyun. Jonghyun takes the bowls, sits down, and waits for Taemin to join him.

“You like nerds, though.” Taemin gasps as he walks over to the table with the two wine glasses. “Maybe, oh my. Does that mean you like me?” Jonghyun can handle a lot of things Taemin throws his way but Taemin walking in his tiny boxers and accusing him of liking him is something that he never thought he’d have to handle. Struggling now Jonghyun doesn't know where to look so he settles on staring at his pasta. The most Jonghyun can get out is a throttled chuckle as he feels his ears heat up. Whatever happens, he is not going to admit to liking Taemin; no way will he; he’s not going to mess up their friendship. Feeling like he’s on a bed of hot coals he makes use of his hands, tries to swirl his pasta around his fork and shoves the bit he manages to get into his mouth.

And Taemin sits down, placing the wine glasses in front of himself and Jonghyun, expectant eyes like a cat and if he had a tail, it would be swaying side to side. Objectively speaking, Jonghyun doesn’t even know if Taemin likes guys so maybe even if he said he did like him, Taemin wouldn’t even bat an eye. But what's the point if there's a slight chance everything could come crashing down? And maybe if he did take it the right way, what if Taemin felt uncomfortable and then he’d be awkward around Jonghyun and maybe he’d even move out? And Jonghyun needs to stop thinking. So he tries to push the thoughts aside and sinks deeper into his chair, drinking his wine and then sinking deeper. Watching Taemin’s plump lips part, a tiny sliver of his tongue pokes out and he takes the edge of his wine glass in between them. He watches as his Adams apple bobs as he swallows the red liquid and a drop collects at the bottom of his lip, making Jonghyun stretch out and swipe his thumb over it. Soft, warm, and pillowy. Jonghyun wishes he could just kiss him, just once. Someone having lips like Taemin should be a sin; there's no way anyone wouldn’t want to kiss them.

And maybe Jonghyun’s finger lingered for a second too long but when he removed it, his finger wasn't there long enough. He should probably say something, anything, like, “Shall we watch a movie after this?” Yeah, something like that. That was good.

And Taemin makes Jonghyun go sublime as his foot runs down his shin and Jonghyun has to rethink his whole life because, what the fuck, that one touch should not be sending blood straight to his dick and it should not be making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Yeah, sure, I’d love to. But, just saying, I’m not sitting there for an hour while you pick.” Taemin needs to stop talking and let Jonghyun’s brain catch up because it is going to take him a while to reply because all he can see is an angel in front of him.

Nevertheless, Jonghyun smiles and downs his wine and fills both of the glasses to the top, which, is really bad wine etiquette and he knows that. He’d like to get drunk enough to maybe sleep through the movie so he doesn’t have to think about how close Taemin will be, and he wishes Taemin would have mercy on his poor heart. “I’ll wash up then. You can pick the movie.” Jonghyun says, and he collects the bowls.

Jonghyun scrubs the bowls harsher than he should and the blue paint has chipped off—it doesn’t matter because Taemin will probably break them soon—but maybe if he scrubs them like this, he can distract himself from the thoughts swirling around his head that are so not appropriate. Maybe he can scrub away his feelings as well as his heart until they are just specks, like the specks of paint that are being washed down the drain. He hears Taemin hum in the living room, satisfied, and he knows that Taemin has found something, so he should hurry up and finish abusing the bowls, just like his feelings.

He walks into the living room, surrounded by the ambience of a single candle glowing on the coffee table. The room is dark and Taemin is sitting in the middle of the sofa, looking as pretty as a picture. Jonghyun wishes he could have him right there. He absolutely can't so he picks the spot furthest away from Taemin in the corner of the sofa and he curls his legs up so there is no chance of him accidentally touching Tamein and sending his mind into a spiral. Taemin reaches out to the coffee table grabs one of the glasses and hands it to Jonghyun and he must have brought them in when he was washing the bowls. Jonghyun has no limits on wine and he intends to drink as much as he can so he takes the glass from Taemin, their fingers brushing and sending chills down his spine. He’ll drink to that.

The horror film Taemin chose feels like it's playing in the background for Jonghyun; he can’t stop staring at Taemin. It’s not Jonghyun’s fault Taemin is more interesting than the film and it’s also not his fault the wine has completely gone to his head. Well, maybe the last part is his fault; his alcohol tolerance is terrible and he drank the wine knowingly because of this. The atmosphere is so cozy and Jonghyun just wants to grab Taemin and pull him into his lap. He doesn’t know if he wants to kiss him and play with his hair or bend him over the sofa until he cries and his legs shake.

The film is over and the wine glasses are empty and if Taemin asks Jonghyun about what happened, he won’t have an answer. He watches as Taemin gets up from the sofa and makes his way to the kitchen out of his sight, so he gets a blanket to cover himself because the winter weather has crept in through their shitty windows that need reinsulating. Feet rushing, slapping, against the wooden floor makes Jonghyun look up in anticipation, slightly worried and slightly excited to just see Taemin again. A little dance in the doorway makes him laugh. Taemin stood there with another bottle of wine in his hand, looking very accomplished with himself.

“Why are you hogging the blanket?” Taemin asks with a cute scowl on his face as he walks over and sits right next to Jonghyun, shuffling closer and pulling the blanket over him as well. “I got us more wine.”

“I can see that,” Jonghyun muses.

“Let’s watch another movie,” Taemin suggests, but Jonghyun doesn’t need to answer; Taemin will put one on anyway; he knows Jonghyun won’t go to sleep yet. Jonghyun watches as Taemin leans to get the wine glasses, and he catches a glimpse of Taemin's waist, soft and small, and he wants to grab it. He wonders what Taemin would do if he did; would he squirm? Would he laugh and push Jonghyun away, telling him it tickles? Or would he gasp in surprise?

Taemin sits back down too fast for Jonghyun to even try and he hands Jonghyun his glass which is now full and snuggles into his side, his head resting on Jonghyun's shoulder. Without uttering anything, Jonghyun lifts his arm and moves Taemin’s head to his chest as he wraps his arm around Taemin’s waist, as he expected, cute and small. Taemin doesn't actually protest; instead, he does the exact opposite and nuzzles into Jonghyun’s chest. Jonghyun should probably have thought about this beforehand; Taemin will be able to hear his heart. And his heart is pounding at an astronomical rate; if Taemin asks, he’ll just blame it on the alcohol. Yeah.

Throughout the film, Taemin slips further and further down Jonghyun’s chest and he is now on his thigh, one hand under it and the other on top, as if he doesn’t want Jonghyun to move. Jonghyun is not going to move because he can’t. He’s too busy thinking about not getting a boner. Taemin is so close to his dick and he could easily pull Jonghyun’s joggers down and suck his dick with his perfect lips and he’d look so amazing. Breathe. Jonghyun needs to breathe because Taemin is definitely not going to do that and getting a boner while Taemin’s head is right next to his dick would be so embarrassing and Taemin wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye for a week. Taemin does stuff like that; once he walked in on Jonghyun having a shower and he completely freaked out, hand over his eyes, face so red, and apologies spluttering out like quick fire, he couldn’t look Jonghyun in the eye for two weeks after that. And Jonghyun was the one who felt the worst; he hated Taemin avoiding eye contact. He didn’t realise how much he loved Taemin’s eyes and cute fast blinks until he was starved of them. So after that, Jonghyun tried his best to make sure nothing like that could ever happen again. Like now. He can’t get a boner. He can’t. He won’t.

Taemin needs to stop moving because Jonghyun is dying and when Taemin buries his head into Jonghyun’s lap and rubs his face against his thigh, like a cat, a cat that is making Jonghyun’s life so much harder and he should have worn boxers because Taemin just caught the shaft of his dick and forced a deep grunt out of him right from his dick. He’s so screwed. Taemin doesn’t seem embarrassed or perturbed, though. And what takes Jonghyun by surprise is when Taemin does it again, another grunt ripped from his throat. And his dick is now throbbing, half hard, and Taemin doesn’t seem to care. So Jonghyun presses Taemin’s neck down, he’s not sure what he’s doing, but Taemin has frozen, whether it’s from the pressure on the back of his neck or from the realisation of what he was just doing, “Taemin, what are you doing?” Shocked he manages to ask, shocked at how his own voice sounds to his ears. Breathlessly and rougher than it should as if he hadn’t drank water in three days, so he coughs a bit to try and get it back to normal and swallows.

A whine comes out of Taemin’s mouth, so slutty that it goes straight to Jonghyun’s dick, twitching in his joggers. Stuck on what to do and head spinning, Jonghyun pulls Taemin up by his hair, earning him another noise that can’t quite be described half like a moan and half like a groan. Taemin should really stop making all these noises; they aren't doing Jonghyun any good and Jonghyun really needs to think straight.

“Taemin, what are you doing?” He asks again with more authority in his voice because he is not going to screw this up and Taemin needs to be coherent for whatever he thinks he’s doing.

Pink flushed cheeks and fluttering eyes Taemin says, “I want to help you.” All Jonghyun can think is, oh god, and fuck. Taemin looks so sweet but so sinful at the same time, his lips swollen as if he’s been worrying them, and his eyes half-lidded and clouded in a haze of lust. Jonghyun has to dig his heels into the sofa to ground himself. He's trying to think with his brain instead of his dick, but his brain isn’t working; it’s clouded by lust and wine.

“Taemin, what are you talking about?" He needs to get this right. There's no way this is actually happening. Taemin must just be confused, right?

Taemin gives him this look that goes straight to his stomach, only fueling the fire that Taemin started, and he feels caught out for whatever reason. And Jonghyun’s world is shattering and shaking, probably just as much as he is. "Please." There is no way he is actually begging Jonghyun. There is no way. “I know you think of me. I’ve heard you in the shower moaning my name, more than once. Just let me help you, please,” Taemin says in whiney, sultry tones dripping from his mouth.

Taemin doesn’t give Jonghyun time to reply before he palms Jonghyun’s dick through his joggers. Jonghyun’s head falls back and a moan is released from his mouth, submitting to pure hedonism; his mind is wiped blank and he struggles to breathe. He can’t even think about how embarrassed he is that Taemin heard him in the shower, not while Taemin is making him question why he waited so long for this to happen or why he didn’t just make a move on Taemin first, not while Taemin is mouthing his dick through his joggers, turning the light grey fabric to dark grey with his wet patches of saliva. The white heat spreading through his body—feeling something he’s craved for so long—feels like a dream. Not knowing what to do, Jonghyun gips the edge of the sofa, so tight, digging his nails into the poor leather as he tries not to levitate on the feeling as Taemin’s hand slips under his waistband, and when his fingers touch Jonghyun’s dick, his breath hitches. “Taemin.” Jonghyun doesn’t even know why he’s talking; it’s not like he has anything to say after that either. Maybe just to make sure it isn’t a dream and that Taemin is actually there.

The look in Taemin’s eyes is so mischievous as he pulls the other's joggers down. When they get past his dick, his dick springs back up, slaps his stomach, and Taemin mewls at the sight, making Jonghyun feel crazy. Jonghyun can’t get enough of Taemin’s visuals; he can’t get over the way Taemin is licking his lips at the sight of him so when Taemin blows hot air on his dick, he hardly manages to keep his hips from thrusting up. He never thought Taemin would be such a tease or even be interested in him.

Taemin doesn’t seem to care what he’s doing to Jonghyun’s mental state. He sits on Jonghyun’s thighs, looking a mix of angelic and demonic, because who thought Taemin would ever be like this? Jonghyun just marvels at Taemin; his thighs look so soft and feel so impossibly soft and warm on Jonghyun; his dick is hard; and there’s a wet patch forming on his blue boxers. It makes Jonghyun shiver at the thought that he has done that to Taemin.

Taemin drags his finger up Jonghyun’s neck, leaving goosebumps trailing behind until he reaches his jaw and Jonghyun has to suppress a shiver. He stops grabbing Jonghyun’s jaw and smiles, warm and all teeth showing like they would if he smiled at him any other day. Jonghyun feels like he’s just been given whiplash. The seamless change from lust filled cockslut to cute and innocent is absolutely mind boggling to Jonghyun. “You’re so beautiful,” Taemin breathes out and that's the first time Jonghyun has ever been called beautiful. Sure, he’s been called handsome, charming, and other things, but never beautiful . It makes his heart swell and his face glow redder than it did before. If that is possible.

He opens his mouth to reply—he’s not sure what—but is cut off by a pair of warm lips. It takes more than a second for Jonghyun to reciprocate in shock that this is happening and how fast everything is going and when he does, Taemin moans into his mouth, forcing him to swallow the beautiful sounds as he rocks his hips forward, grinding onto Jonghyun’s naked dick. The feeling of Taemin’s warm clothed dick makes Jonghyun release a sound he didn’t think he could make—low, rough, and almost animalistic. With not even a drop of self control left, Jonghyun releases his hands from the sofa and explores Taemin's body, one hand going up his jumper, gabbing his waist soft and warm so tightly that Taemin yelps and the other grabbing his arse, fingers digging into his flesh. He needs something to hold onto; otherwise, he’s not sure what he’ll do.

Jonghyun can hardly resist the urge to bend Taemin over and fuck him, but Taemin started this so he’s going to let Taemin do the leading. No matter how hard it is or how much Jonghyun wants to be in control. This is real and it is happening so Jonghyun takes the opportunity as best he can. Taemin bites down on Jonghyun’s lip, whimpering into his mouth as his hips continue grinding into him, giving him a mixture of pleasure and pain, and once again pulling a grunt from his lip, tongues now exploring each other's mouths, warm, wet, and everything he could ever want. Taemin's arms are now wrapping around Jonghyun’s neck, fingers playing with his short hair at his nape. Fiery passion into every mouth movement, lust and pent up feelings fueling it all, turning them into a beautiful mess of limbs.

When Taemin moves away from Jonghyun, a string of spit hangs from his mouth as he bites his lip, so Jonghyun just has to lean out and wipe it with his thumb, only for Taemin to take it into his mouth, sucks it and roll his tongue over the pad of his thumb. So needy. Jonghyun is beyond repair now and he doesn’t think he will ever be able to stop replaying that moment in his head. Taemin crawls off the sofa with as much grace and elegance as one can and Jonghyun tries not to huff at the loss of Taemin but when he sees Taemin on his knees between his legs, it's enough for him to moan. Jonghyun has always been someone who loves visuals and Taemin is the epitome of a visual; he is adonis; he is art and poetry. Taemin takes Jonghyun into his hand and pumps at a disgustingly slow, mocking pace, making Jonghyun moan and throw his head back, half satisfied that he’s being touched but half desperately needing some more friction. If Taemin doesn’t stop looking at Jonghyun like that—so beautiful, so sinful, so lustful—he doesn’t know how much longer it will be until he grabs Taemin’s hand and fucks himself into it like a brat, and Jonghyun isn’t a brat. “Wow, you’ve got such a pretty dick,” Taemin says while looking at it, watching as it slides up and down in his hand Jonghyun moans in response. “I want to put it in my mouth.” Taemin expresses his thoughts.

Taemin can do whatever he wants. Normally, when having sex, Jonghyun is the one who's teasing and in control; however, today he’ll let Taemin have him any way he wants. “Do it,” is all that Jonghyun can say almost in a whisper; he’s never wanted anything so bad in his life and Taemin’s lips were made for dick sucking, perfect lips for a blowjob. So when Taemin finally wraps his lips around the head of Jonghyun’s cock so wet and so hot that he’s not sure who is moaning louder, the feeling of Taemin's moans vibrating on his dick makes him see white and he thursts up on instinct into Taemin’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat, making Taemin moan and roll his eyes back. Every noise that Jonghyun manages to drag from Taemin’s lips with his dick feels like a blessing and he wonders how much more vocal he’d be with his dick buried deep inside him, or even just one finger.

Taemin gets to work, like he’s done this a hundred times, a soft hand like velvet wrapping around the base of Jonghyun’s dick, going in tandem with his mouth. Submitting himself to Jonghyun’s dick as if it were oxygen. The visual is enough to make Jonghyun cum. Taemin looks so beautiful and so slutty. Cheeks and ears flushed, mouth stuffed full of cock, eyes looking up at Jonghyun through his eyelashes, fluttering and glazed with lust. The air in the room is so hot it could be the gates of hell. If Jonghyun wasn’t so indulged in the feeling of Taemin's mouth, he’d believe that he actually was there but right now he’s feeling like heaven.

Taemin hollows his cheeks and pulls off with a pop, making Jonghyun moan so loudly that he’s nearly embarrassed but he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight as Taemin goes back down on him, using his tongue to swirl around the head and dragging it along all the veins. God. Jonghyun needs this to speed up; he’s been so close to tipping off the edge for what feels like forever so he grabs a fist full of Taemin’s hair and shoves him down, making Taemin practically wail. “So good. You’re so good,” he praises and Taemin releases a whimper and a shiver. Pride swims inside Jonghyun at the reaction and then he realises that Taemin wants to be praised. Taemin deserves all the praise in the world.

He lifts Taemin off by the hair so he can look at him. Taemin sobs at the loss of fullness in his mouth. Taemin is such a dream, so hungry for cock, so beautiful, and for a moment, Jonghyun is mesmerised; lips so swollen dribble down his chin, and he looks so fucked out already. He doesn’t want to imagine what he looks like if this is how fucked out Taemin already looks.

“You look so pretty. Do you like your mouth full of cock?” He’s not looking for a reply but he definitely got one that was less verbal. Taemin latches back on, moans around his dick and increases his pace as his other hand comes forwards to cup the others' balls. He detaches himself from Jonghyun and presses wet kisses to his balls, licking and slightly sucking, while his other hand continues working up and down Jonghyun's length, making Jonghyun gasp in surprise. “So good,” Jonghyun is a babbling mess moaning out praises like a broken vending machine and the knot in Jonghyun’s stomach is close to releasing, he needs Taemin’s lips back around his dick before it snaps so he grabs Taemin's hair and moves him back to his cock. “Fuck Taemin,” Jonghyun moans, dick on fire, toes curling, hand curling tighter into Taemin’s hair, ready to pull him off for when he cums. But when Jonghyun nearly sees white and goes to pull him off Taemin resists; his hands haven't stopped and his mouth is still full but he slacks it slightly and mumbles around Jonghyun’s dick, “Cum in my mouth, please.” Okay. Taemin doesn’t have to ask Jonghyun twice. One hand grips the sofa as Taemin gets back to work again, cheeks hollowed, sucking at an insane pace, hands doing indescribable things. Jonghyun’s dick is hitting the back of Taemin’s throat over and over again, until he feels dizzy and euphoric. His mouth falls open in a silent gasp, his eyes rolling back and trying to keep them open and his head from going slack so he can watch as he fills Taemin’s mouth full of cum.

“Fuck – I’m –” His grip in Taemin’s hair tightens, and Taemin’s hand strokes him quickly, up and down, up and down, lips tightening around him, tongue dancing in patterns, body tensing as he reaches his orgasm, hips bucking up, mind blank, white sparks appearing in front of his eyes as Taemin milks him, cum filling up Taemin’s mouth, a small bit dribbling down the corner of his mouth, his whole body contracting as little electric shocks tingle through him. His hands fall lifelessly, letting go of Taemin’s hair, and his body feels like the life has been sucked out of it. And when Taemin finally lets go of his dick and smiles up at him, he thinks he’s in heaven. Taemin gets off his knees and sits next to Jonghyun and Jonghyun can’t help but notice how much the wet patch on Taemin’s boxers has grown. He reaches out for Taemin and pulls him in for a kiss, not caring if he can taste himself; just so intoxicated by the miracle called Lee Taemin, nothing else matters.

Once Jonghyun has caught his breath and fallen out of his daze, though every second he’s near Taemin feels like one, he moves his hand up Taemin’s thigh, pulling little noises out of him, wanting to bite and leave marks on his soft, pale skin. But before he can even take action on that thought, Taemin’s phone rings.

Fuck.

Taemin grabs it, looks at who's calling and gives Jonghyun a dejected smile, “It’s my mum… I should answer.”

“Yeah… you should,” Jonghyun says as much as he wants Taemin all to himself. To hide him from the world. But he can’t do that, not from Taemin’s own mother.

Taemin nods and walks out, takes the call, and Jonghyun is left to nurse his feelings as they have now swelled to double the size, taking over his body so much it might burst, but he would be happy with that as long as his last thoughts were Taemin. He can’t get the sweet sounds that fell from Taemin’s lips out of his head. He can’t help but think about what Taemin would sound like in other situations while Jonghun is giving and Taemin is receiving. The wine has mostly lost its effect and Jonghyun is just floating on pure ecstasy, floating in the afterglow Taemin has given him.

Taemin is only gone for a few minutes and comes back in, looking sheepish. He smiles and sits back down next to Jonghyun, burying himself into his side, hiding his face in Jonghyun's shoulder and playing with his hands. “Is everything okay?” Jonghyun feels the need to ask, but he can’t help but look at Taemin with adoration, so shy and so cute and somehow he’s managed to curl up so small.

“Yeah, my mum wants me to come over and help her with her computer tomorrow,” Taemin replies, still not looking Jonghyun in the eyes, pink ears peeking out from his hair. Jonghyun feels an itch in his fingers to stroke his hair so he lets his hand scratch Taemin’s head.

“Taemin.” Jonghyun starts but he’s not sure where to finish. There are so many things he wants to say and ask but he’s not sure how to.

Taemin looks at him now, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “You’re such a pervert,” Taemin says in a teasing manner, making Jonghyun’s mouth fall open in shock at the sudden accusation.

“What?” Jonghyun asks in utter confusion. Where did the shy little Taemin go? And what even is Taemin on about?

Taemin hums, satisfied with the reaction he got. “You wank off to the thought of me in the shower and thought I wouldn’t know? The walls are literally made of cardboard,” he smiles again, this time the teasing is wiped from his demeanour. “It’s okay, though. It’s hot and I wouldn’t have known you thought about me in that way if I hadn’t heard.” Now Taemin is blabbering his words.

Now it’s Jonghyun’s turn to be embarrassed, but it’s not like he can deny it because he has done that, more times than he is proud of. “I don’t only think of you that way, Taemin. I do actually really like you.” Jonghyun has now let out his feelings, feeling more naked than he did when Taemin was in between his legs. Taemin’s silence is slicing him up like glass and he waits to be turned down, have his heart crushed, and be laughed at. But Taemin would never laugh at him, right? Taemin isn’t like that.

“I like you too.” Jonghyun’s heart swells. “Maybe if you take me on a date and buy me food, I’ll let you fuck my arse,” Taemin replies nonchalantly and absolutely shamelessly, and Jonghyun nearly chokes.

As Jonghyun lets go of the breath he is holding, the laugh that escapes him is loud and sudden and ripples through his body. “Taemin, I already buy you food, and I’ll take you on a date anyway; you don’t need to bribe me,” Jonghyun says after he calms down from laughing. Jonghyun would love to take Taemin out on a date. It's not like he doesn’t take Taemin out for dinner all the time and pay for his food anyway. But if that is what Taemin wants, Jonghyun will give him anything. Everything.

Taemin pouts, “You don’t want to fuck me?”

Of course, he wants to fuck Taemin. Why wouldn't he? If he didn’t, he’d have to be blind or crazy. He’s already crazy, though; just staring at Taemin makes his heart go crazy. “Of course I do! I just don’t need a bribe to take you out on a date.” Jonghyun splutters, stumbling over his words like an idiot, as his heart drops at Taemin’s statement.

A smug smile takes place on Taemin’s face, one that Jonghyun knows, one that says: I was just teasing you . Taemin gets as close as he can to Jonghyun and straddles his legs, looking at him deep in his eyes and Jonghyun swears he can see the world in the others. Two soft hands grab Jonghyun’s face and he’s met with two very soft, inviting lips. Although the kiss is only short, it’s sweet and carries weight. “Good, because if you didn’t say anything, I would have only let you take me out on a date, and you’d get no benefits after,” Taemin laughs, bubbly, hiccuping, and bright. Music to Jonghyun’s ears.

“I guess our date can’t be tomorrow then,” Jonghyun says with sadness lacing his voice a little upset that he can’t take Taemin out as soon as possible. He knows that Taemin can’t drop everything for him and he is being unreasonable getting upset about it. He can take Taemin out whenever he wants after tomorrow; it's only one extra day.

“What? Why?” Taemin asks as quickly as he can, leaning back a bit, and distancing himself from Jonghyun.

Jonghyun laughs at Taemin’s pouty face, completely in awe of him. He leans forward and circles his arms around Taemin’s waist. “You have to help your mum with her computer.” He reminds him.

Taemin now adds a frown to the mix, and he’s so devastatingly cute Jonghyun feels like he might burst. “Oh. Oh… well, can’t we go after I’m finished?” He questions and then his eyebrows pull deeper and deeper while waiting for Jonghyun to answer.

And how could Jonghyun possibly say no to Taemin? How could he ever deny Taemin? Instead of answering, he grabs his face and pulls him in for a long, sweet kiss. “Of course.”

“Good, I would have sulked otherwise,” Taemin admits, beaming so brightly at Jonghyun.

“It’s not just because I want to fuck your arse, either.” Jonghyun jokes, and they both look at each other once again and laugh. Jonghyun is feeling incredibly warm as feelings bubble up in his stomach. Maybe nerves but all he knows is that he gets to take Taemin out on a date tomorrow. So he’s happy with whatever feelings come because he’s got Taemin.

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Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it.

Everyone have a lovely day, Orgel 🌸

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kikisfuneralservice · 1 year

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together again - lee taemin x reader

summary: it’s been two god awful long years with your boyfriend being in the military, but it’s all worth it in the end to see him come through those doors again.

mn!reader x lee taemin

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*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*

It was late into the evening as you paced around the apartment. The TV played at a low hum in your ears, hearing the occasional collar bell ring as a small cat zoomed her way around the apartment without a care in the world. Taemin had told you he would be back at around seven o’clock, respecting his wishes not to meet him as he came back into Seoul—there would be an infinite amount of people there just to see him, let alone his actual family and friends. He told you, in his soft voice over the phone, that he would be home straight away and to not worry. All you really could do was trust him and resist the urge every half hour not to call him.

It was also six-thirty, which meant it was food time, the little cat making her way around you in circles, squeaking out little meows now and again for attention. You smiled, making your way to the kitchen to prepare a can of cat food in a bowl. She liked it warmed up, and you often sprinkled a few treats in there when Taemin wouldn’t see, just because she was so damn cute.

“It’ll be done soon,” you told her with a smile as she trotted her way around the kitchen. There were a few picture frames littered throughout the kitchen as well as pictures taped to the refrigerator. Everything from Kkoong herself, his parents, his members, and his friends, as well as pictures of the both of you taken in many different places around the world. You were fortunate enough to be able to travel along with him, being able to sneak your way out of the public eye; as long as you weren’t considered famous, you were basically unstoppable. There was nothing wrong or suspicious in the media about a “male friend of Taemin’s”; it made just enough sense to work, and it did. You crouched down onto your knees, holding out a hand to the small cat who excitedly sniffed your clothes. “Kkoong! Hand? Hand!” You clapped at her obedience, standing back up to approach the microwave that had finished heating up the warm cat food. “Ready? Are you ready, Kkoongie?” You set the bowl down on a dish towel on the floor in the kitchen, carefully sitting down next to her as she intently ate from her bowl. These days, especially without Taemin, it was hard not to be lonely; besides the rest of your friends, Kkoong was the only one you came home to. Sure, getting the occasional call or face chat from him here and there meant the world, but it wasn’t the same as him actually being next to you with his arms around you.

You stood up from the kitchen floor, wiping off the dust now on your pants. You had already changed into your pajamas for the night, waiting no time for Taemin to come home so the two of you could cuddle up and watch TV, like how you used to. Kkoong’s head perked up, but not from the sound of the toys you had been carelessly kicking around; her ears shifted, looking to the back door which, in turn, raised your attention as well. There was now shuffling that had grown louder, and heavy footsteps, ones that would only be because of large boots. You had no time to think as the door creaked open, revealing a mop of dark hair, covering the eyes of Taemin who had come in. In one hand he held his hat, in the other, a very large bag filled with his things. He had dawned the full military apparel set from head to toe, aside from the cap he held in his hand. His hair had grown out quite a bit from when it had been shaved prior; it was dark black, something you hadn’t seen for a while after multiple episodes of dying his hair for different promotions and such. His grown-out bangs were now lazily dangling over his eyes, a small smile creeping up on his face as he opened the door a bit wider upon seeing you.

“Hi,” you said in a small voice, still not expecting to see Taemin despite the fact that you had spent the whole day waiting for him. You saw his smile grow wider, his eyes crinkling up as he set down his bag onto the ground and carelessly threw his hat to the floor as well. Closing the door behind him, he pushed his bangs out of his face.

“Y/N,” was all he said. There was no need to exchange hellos anymore when he was right in front of you, especially after being unable to see him for a few years now. He had never been one to easily be swayed or get emotional by things, even often making fun of you for getting emotional just at small things like an old couple at a restaurant or beautifully grown-out flowers you knew would soon wilt. His cute, crinkled-up eyes fell, not necessarily in a sad way, but he felt himself get emotional. “You’re here.”

“Of course, I’m here,” you said, still not moving from your position in the kitchen. “Where else would I be?” You chuckled to yourself, feeling your throat start to close up as the waterworks began to make their way out.

“I dunno,” he said softly, standing there still as a board. “For some reason, a part of me didn’t think you’d be here waiting for me.” You frowned, your face falling completely at his answer as you made your way over to him.

“Don’t say that,” you told him, throwing your arms around his neck, and pulling him closer in an embrace. You heard him snicker as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder and breathing in your scent. “Don’t you ever say that again.” He was quiet for a moment, just holding you in his arms, swaying you in his arms as if he’d never let you go.

“Some days,” he started, taking a deep breath and running a hand through your hair, “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again…” You felt your chest tighten at his words, whining and holding him closer which elicited another chuckle from him. “I missed you, Y/N.” He never often vocalized how he felt to you, even to the people closest to him. You knew that he didn’t even need to say it, either; the both of you knew without having to exchange a single word, but hearing it come directly from him in his voice stirred something inside.

“I missed you, too,” you said, enjoying finally feeling his body up against yours again. “Please don’t ever leave again.” He nodded in agreement, keeping his hand up to cup the back of your head.

“I won’t,” he responded, holding you tight. “I’m not going anywhere.” You removed yourself from him, seeing his brows furrow up in confusion for a moment before you cupped his face in your shaky hands, bringing his face closer to yours to kiss him. Sighing against his lips, you could’ve sworn you would’ve gone through Hell and back just to get Taemin back into your life. Each night got harder without seeing him, and now that he was finally here, in front of you, you were not going to let him go. “Mmm… Y/N?”

“Hm?” He removed your lips from his, a small smile creeping up on his lips.

“I want to sit down,” he told you with a laugh, caressing the sides of your face carefully in his hands. “My legs hurt.” He attempted to move forward one step as you continued to cling onto him, arms wrapped adamantly around his torso. “Y/N!”

“Fine,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as you let him go. He laughed, almost like the sound of a sweet bell ringing. He carefully set his things down before leaning down to pick up Kkoong who was still excitedly running around his feet.

“Oh, Kkoongie!” He held the cat in his arms like a baby, swaying her back and forth. “It’s okay—Daddy’s home.”

“I told you not to call yourself Daddy,” you told him snarkily as you helped him move his things. “It’s creepy.”

“I’m her dad!” he exclaimed in response, motioning to the cat. “I gave birth to her!” You snickered, putting her bowl back up on the counter before approaching Taemin again.

“Go get changed,” you said, patting your hand on his chest. “I’ll put on a movie.” You watched him as he retreated back to the bedroom with a low groan of aching pain in his muscles. He almost ripped the uniform off of him, throwing it to the ground before looking at it warily, then kicking it away so he wouldn’t have to see it anymore. He sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, putting his head in his hands. He sat on the edge of the bed in a white t-shirt and boxers as well as some black socks. You wanted nothing more than to console him, as you usually did, but something told about his vulnerable position in the room that kept you from bothering him, allowing him to sit alone.

“I’m putting on something random,” you told him offhandedly, not expecting him to respond. You held the remote to the TV monitor that had a list of movies on it, pressing your finger on the arrow and randomly taking it off to see what movie you would watch. Streaming services always did more harm than good, and you never really knew what you wanted to watch; the two of you unanimously decided that a randomly selected movie by a game of chance would work just as well. You lifted your finger off the button: “Spiderman.” You fixed the cushions on the couch, not expecting an answer from him until he slowly walked out, now in a pair of pajama pants.

“Cool,” he murmured, throwing himself down onto the couch with a grunt, opening his arms out. “C’mon…”

You laughed, turning away from the screen to walk away. “I need my glasses,” you told him with a smile, starting to walk away before you felt a hand grab your waist.

“No,” he grumbled, pulling you down onto the couch. “I wanna cuddle.”

“I won’t be able to see the movie,” you said, moving to lean back against him.

“I don’t wanna watch it,” he responded in a low voice, resting his head on your shoulder. He moved his eyes up so that he was looking at you as you turned your head back to look at him. “Wanna kiss you.”

“Okay,” you replied, turning so that you were facing him as he laid you both down on the couch. “I missed you, Taem…” He didn’t respond, instead pulling you in closer by your waist to kiss you. He always liked kissing you, but this one felt needy, almost lonely by the way he held you tight close to him and barely came up for breath. You separated yourself from him for a moment: “Slow down…”

“I hated it,” he mumbled, pressing your foreheads together. “I don’t ever wanna think about it again—I just wanna focus on you, I-I…” He trailed off, running out of breath after talking fast. “I don’t wanna go back.”

“You’re not going back,” you told him, holding his face in your hands. “You’re not. You’re staying here.”

“They kept me there for so long,” he responded in a hushed voice. “It-it’s like I couldn’t escape. I woke up every night, and… I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t get any sleep…”

“I’m sorry.” There wasn’t much you could offer to him other than a pitiful apology and holding him close to you like he was a baby who needed to be swaddled. “I’m sorry, Taem…”

“I just wanna be with you,” he muttered into your chest, taking a hand to run it through his hair which elicited a sigh of relief from him. You already knew that you both would be staying on the couch all night; to be fair, you had no idea what he wanted to do or expect from him. He was a wild card, which wasn’t a bad thing, per se, but you learned to expect the unexpected. He was always in different moods depending on how the day went: He could’ve easily come home overjoyed and giddy or even very horny. You figured today it was a mixture of every feeling that made its way through his brain, simply just holding him close to you to slow down his panicked breathing and to begin to relax.

“I’m glad you’re back,” you told him, holding his head in your hand, caressing his hair softly. “It was so quiet… all the time.”

“It won’t be anymore,” he murmured from your chest, earning a laugh from you. He poked his head up, tilting his face upwards to make eye contact with you. His eyes were sparkly and affectionate, reaching a hand up to touch your face. “Just wanted to feel your touch.”

“We can do anything you want,” you said as he held your face in his hand, feeling his thumb rub up against your jawline.

“I don’t wanna do anything right now.” He blinked slowly, eyes heavy with sleep as he brought your face down to his to kiss you again. You separated yourself from him before he took it any further, sitting up slightly.

“Taemin,” you started, seeing Taemin’s twinkling eyes flash with confusion.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in a hushed voice, still too tired to raise his voice any more.

“I…” You shook your head, feeling your heart pound a million times a minute. “I’m so sorry… I wanted to tell you before you left, but… I got so caught up in other stuff, and…”

“What is it?” he said, interrupting your trailing off thoughts. “Tell me.”

“I-I love you,” you told him, watching his eyes widen as he sat up from laying on your chest. As he sat up, he no longer looked like a small, helpless child. He had a bit more muscle on him compared to before he had left, and he appeared even physically bigger, already being quite tall as well.

“Y/N,” he started, blinking rapidly and cocking his head to the side. “I…”

“You don’t have to say it back,” you said quickly, reaching out a hand to rest on his shoulder. You had meant to tell him so long ago, but you never realized how much you loved him until you couldn’t have him.

“I love you, too,” he responded, his pupils wide. The room was dark, dilating his already large eyes, darkening the irises completely. “I love you.” He said it again, almost as if it didn’t come out right the first time; he watched your reaction closely as you did his.

You chuckled: “I’ll say it a million times if I have to… I love you.” A large grin grew on his face, the sudden confession lifting the mood that he was in as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You wrapped you arms around him, enjoying being able to hold him and smell his scent against you again.

“I don’t ever wanna move from this spot,” he murmured, holding you tight. “I wanna stay here forever… with you.”

“Now you’re getting too cheesy,” you said, earning a small chuckle from him.

“I am,” he started, taking a shaky breath, “but I mean it. Thank you for being here for me.”

“I’m always going to be here,” you replied. You sounded like a broken record at this point, but there was nothing he needed more right now than the comfort of constant reassurance, and you would readily provide that to him if he so needed it.

“I kinda wanna watch Spiderman now,” he said softly. You removed yourself from him with a chuckle to reach over for the remote.

“I figured you would,” you responded, earning a playful shove from him. “What?”

“No!” he exclaimed with a toothy grin, almost whining like a child.

“You’re very predictable!” He rolled his eyes as he slumped back into the couch, crossing his arms over his chest indignantly, plastering a pout on his face.

“Fine.”

“Oh, quit the pouting,” you told him, giving him a playful nudge in return. “Just accept the fact that I know you well.”

“Is this the Tobey Maguire one?”

“No, it’s Tom Holland.”

“I want Tobey Maguire.”

“That one isn’t on here.”

“I want the Tobey Maguire one. You’re telling me that I come back from the military… the military… and I can’t watch Spiderman with Tobey Maguire.”

“Stop gaslighting me, Taemin.”

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hi thank you SO SO much for being so patient with me recently. this originally was a request from one of my followers, and i was very happy to be able to write a male reader insert for this one!

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sighingsiren-tales · 2 years

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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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Hello can i request one where the reader and Taemin casually meet eachother in Paris, and they have flashbacks because the city was their last trip together before breakup? Thanks:)))

Hello! TYSM for submitting a request. I know it took some time, but I got to writing it, and I hope you will enjoy it!

Rencontre moi à Paris (Lee Taemin)

Pairing: Lee Taemin (of SHINee) x Reader / OC (story is written in first person and no name is mentioned)

Genre: angst, romance, mature

Word Count: ~3.8k

Warnings: mature, swearing, angst, explicit sexual content.

This is just a story that doesn’t describe Taemin's true character in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

This story is also on Wattpad (click here) and AO3 (click here)

A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!

Summary: basically the request

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Mature content ahead.

18+

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Rencontre moi à Paris (Lee Taemin)

Paris.

Bustling cafés, crowded streets, and people rushing either to their jobs, or to the newest art gallery with temporary exhibitions opened in town.

The rampant palaces, domes and monuments built in a Gothic style contrast the tall buildings with intricate sculpted designs, making the city the perfect mix between modern and traditional, between functional and pleasant to look at.

It's already been 5 years since I've last been here, and walking through these busy streets again feels simply surreal. Many memories I tried to forget about are resurfacing, and even though I enjoy seeing this city again, my mind wanders off to that time, and it feels bittersweet.

I breathe in the November air and continue walking, the familiar unfamiliarity somewhat comforting, and after 20 minutes of going through narrow passages in-between boulevards, I finally reach my destination, and I'm glad to see it's still here, opened, despite the unappealing area that's surely deprived of tourists to keep it alive.

Rencontre moi à Paris – or 'Meet me in Paris', a café I accidentally stumbled upon last time I came here after getting lost with my then-boyfriend.

The weather that time was similar as it is now, and I, too, am similar, even if it's been 5 years since then. The only difference is that now I have an umbrella, whereas then we stumbled upon this café soaked wet and dripping from the merciless rain outside, both of us unequipped and powerless against the black November clouds. That was nothing new, though, as we almost always ventured into things unprepared, head-first as if we were invincible, and our relationship was no different.

Maybe that's why it all went down in flames, leaving me this acidic feeling in my stomach.

It's funny, really. I haven't thought about him in years, but being here, all of the sudden I'm the same 25-year old girl with hopes and dreams, madly in love with him, and heartbroken by his absence, to the point of no return. This truly makes me realise that I never got over him, and I probably never will. It's just that the gaps between thinking about him got longer, they became years instead of seconds, and I somehow turned 30 and haven't seen or spoken to him in 5 years.

After standing like an idiot in front of the café in the pouring rain, I realise that it's best to walk in. The smell of freshly roasted coffee beans immediately invades my nostrils, and I smile to myself noticing the décor is still the same, with vintage round metal tables and matching slightly rusted chairs in front of the large arched windows viewing the street.

I head to the table I once shared with him, displeased to notice a half drunk coffee cup with steam still coming out of it, and a discarded coat on the back of the chair.

Tsk. I utter to myself and sit down at the next table, my back turned to that space filled with good memories and laughter.

I lazily grab the menu and skim through it, pondering between a hot tea and a coffee. On one hand, I'm feeling pretty tired and could use the caffeine, but on the other, bad weather is most enjoyable with a cup of warm tea, so I settle for some green tea, the perfect mix.

Looking outside absent-mindedly, I follow the raindrops fallen on the large glass windows. There is no sign of anyone brave enough to set out in this weather. I don't hear the person behind me returning to their seat, and I get startled when they tap me two times on the shoulder.

I turn around, and my eyes can't believe what I'm seeing. I must've gone as white as a ghost, because he starts chuckling immediately, his warm smile sending alarm bells to my poor heart, that started beating faster.

There he is, dressed in black trousers and a black fitted turtleneck, with his brown hair and perfect pearly whites, looking at me with surprise in his eyes.

"It's really you! How weird to meet you here!" He exclaims with a soft chuckle, and I stand up, shocked.

"Taemin...?" His name plays on my lips, burning my tongue. I haven't said it out loud in years. In fact, I avoided it like the plague, afraid of what saying it would make me think about, but now that I said it, it felt like it was the most natural word that ever came out of my mouth, like my lips missed it, and they wanted me to shout it out all this time I've stayed silent.

All of a sudden, his arms encircle my body and he pulls me in for a hug, and my body reacts unconsciously, grabbing onto his waist and holding tightly, not wanting to let go.

However, we let go, as we can't possibly stay embraced in the middle of a café. I'm not sure he wanted to, anyway.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him, feeling my eyes swell up with tears that I try to swallow back. He looks like he's moved on, and his life looks amazing, and everything is fine, but I... don't really want him to know about mine. I tried so hard to stay away from him, but now...

"I should be asking you the same thing." He chuckles. "Would you join me for a cup of coffee? Or a warm tea, since I know it's your favourite drink when it rains."

I smile, remembering how attentive he's always been about my likes and dislikes. Even when we accidentally found this café 5 years ago, we got caught up in the rain because I mentioned in passing that I'd love to see an unknown painter's works and he found an exhibition in some obscure museum with 15 reviews on Maps. With his bad sense of direction and both our phones discharged, we unsurprisingly got lost, and ended up finding this place to take shelter in from the rain.

I nod and sit down at his table, in my exact same spot from the past, just as the waitress brings me my green tea, her eyes scanning the familiarity between me and the man in front of me.

"Being here, I kept thinking about us. What have you been up to?" He asks me with curiosity, slightly leaning in, as if he would hear me better. He always used to do that in the past, which I loved. It felt like being listened to, being heard.

"Oh, you know... just the usual. Work, chill in bed with Kkoong, meeting up with friends. Nothing much, and certainly not as interesting as what you've been doing." I smile, pointing at his successful career.

"Mhm. Even if my work took off, I truly am the same simple guy I was when we used to-" He abruptly stops and scans my face, before changing the subject. "Anyway, is Kkoong good? Ddaeng misses you two."

"I miss you- I mean, I miss Ddaeng as well." I correct quickly, mentally slapping myself for letting my heart take the lead.

Of course I missed him. So many years have passed, and I am still stuck in a state of inertia. Being with him here again, at this same café, feels like we are still the same clueless 25-year-olds, visiting Paris for the first time, full of hopes and dreams that would only end up crashing and burning in front of our eyes as the weight of the world got too much for us to bear, and love doesn't conquer all.

Taemin doesn't seem to mind my little slip-up. He knows how I've always worn my heart on my sleeve. After all, we've been together for many years, before ultimately breaking up. He knows me the best, and I know him like the back of my hand, still.

"The name of this café is pretty ironic." He says, and I raise an eyebrow.

"Ironic? How so?"

"I mean, Meet me in Paris? Isn't it funny that I've searched for you everywhere in Seoul, but I ended up finding you here, in a café lost in time on the outskirts of Paris?" He looks at his coffee cup, now empty.

Perhaps as empty as the two of us.

Taemin has always been like this, expressing himself in cryptic ways, especially when it comes to feelings that don't easily lend themselves to words.

He searched for me? I wouldn't have known.

When we broke up, I decided to let go of everything I once knew, and left my life with him behind. I took Daeng and I left, I changed my number, deleted my socials, and did everything to stay out of radar, while Taemin did the exact opposite, being everywhere: on billboards, in magazines, on TV...

We were simply too different from each other. We lived in incompatible worlds.

"I also didn't expect you to be here." I smile. "Isn't a star like you too busy to waste his time in a deserted café?" I mock his fame, and he blushes. "Also, I assume the drinks are on you."

"Of course they are!" He exclaimed quickly.

"I don't know, you used to be pretty stingy with money." I shrug playfully, and his cheeks only grow redder. He gets embarrassed and avoids my gaze, before scratching his nape and starting apologetically.

"I was kind of an ass, wasn't I?"

We both laugh, and we talk about anything and everything, watching as day turns to night and noticing the exasperated gaze of our waitress.

"The poor girl wants to go home." I say after a while, noticing her sighing for the 10th time in the past 3 minutes. We've been her only clients today, and she probably hated us for spending so many hours and ordering drinks one after another.

"Would it be so inappropriate of me... to invite you back to my hotel?" Taemin asks hesitantly, and I so desperately wished I had the power to refuse him.

But I don't refuse him, because I missed him, and I want him so much still, and just for these few hours spent talking to him, I felt like breaking up with him might've been a mistake, because I was so painfully still in love with him.

He is perhaps but a guilty pleasure.

We walk out of the café at the end of the world and begin walking slowly next to each other. The rain has stopped, and even if the ground is still wet, Paris stays pretty.

The way we are quietly walking next to each other is in such a stark contrast to how we left the café 5-years ago, embraced, and in love, and loud, that it's almost funny. Maybe we've matured in the meantime, or maybe we just aren't brave enough to grab onto each other so openly in the street anymore.

Maybe we simply aren't as happy. Taemin used to smile so much more brightly, being able to light up any room he was in with his cheerfulness. I've never been that joyful, except for when we were together, because he used to bring out the best in me, until he didn't.

Actually, thinking about it, Paris was not only our last trip together, but also the last time I recall being happy next to him. We broke up not even one month after, and it felt so life-altering in that moment, that it's funny to think that it was simply a regular Wednesday morning. Caught in the moment, he said things he regretted, and I paid him back in the same coin, and it was just the last drop that filled the glass of on-going arguments and differences between our life choices.

I know that we didn't work out because we wanted different things from life, but at the end of the day, it's just water under the bridge.

We continue walking to the hotel without saying much, and I wonder how people see us. In the past, they would be looking at us and chuckling to themselves seeing two dumb idiots in love, but now, there was a palpable tension in the distance between our bodies, that wanted nothing more than to touch each other again.

Of course, his hotel is 5 stars in a good area, and his room is on the last floor. We hop on the elevator and wait and wait and wait, and it's moving so slow, it's eating at me and making me reconsider if this really is a good idea.

Last time we were together, we made out everywhere. On the street, on empty hallways, under the burning eyes of the paintings at the museum – but now?

I turn around with determination and watch how awestruck he is still looking at me, 5 years later, and I wrap my arms around his neck and let my body take the lead, remembering his. Our lips brush against each other shily, but after a few seconds, automatism kicked in.

It's way too easy to fall back into each other's arms.

We start kissing passionately, his hands holding onto my hips so tightly, it might bruise, as if he were afraid I would disappear if he didn't hold onto me, and he pins me up against one of the walls and sticks his tongue down my throat. It's so obvious that my mouth missed him, as they sync perfectly, and it feels as good as it feels bad, like we're eating popping candy each time our tongues touch.

Thankfully no one joins us in the elevator, and Taemin keeps grabbing onto me as we make our way towards his room, that's so large it's ridiculous.

We had limited financial resources back then, so our rooms when travelling were always small and cramped, but we were in love, and it didn't matter. A room this large must've felt cold, when he was here alone.

My back finds the mattress of his king size bed quickly as he undresses me hungrily, and soon enough I am naked waist-down and he is towering over me with a look of raw desire in his eyes.

He presses small pecks on my abdomen and kisses downwards slowly and sloppily, until his mouth makes contact with my thigh, and he spreads my legs apart. I let him do whatever he wants, I just revel in the feeling and let my body remember how he felt like on top of me.

When his mouth connects to my core, tongue licking stripes up and down, I roll my head back and put my hand in his hair, caressing him gently, letting him know what a good job he's doing. He's always loved praise, especially in bed. I wonder if his partners after me knew how to praise him; these small gestures and touches that make him feel appreciated.

His tongue continues working on my clit for a bit, before he moves it down, teasing my entrance, just as he knows I like it.

"You taste so good, baby." He says, letting his tongue enter me, and I moan.

"Taemin, please." I whine, impatient to feel him more.

"Please what?" He chuckles, and I playfully slap him on the head, when he looks at me, a dumb smirk playing on his lips.

"I want you so bad." I whimper, and his smirk drops. He immediately gets on top of me, pressing his body against mine, as if he were my knight and I, his Queen, and I've commanded him something.

There is no time to think anything through with the urgency he's undoing his belt, and the feeling of fullness is quick to overcome me as he slips his dick in me, thrusting mercilessly as if it's the last time we're ever going to be together.

And it might be.

The room is filled with moans and whimpers, and we hang onto each other desperately, our bodies remembering each other perfectly. Our clothes are quick to disappear completely. He slips my blouse off and clasps off my bra, his mouth instantly connecting to my nipples, and I, with the same neediness, grab on his turtleneck and help him take it off. Seeing his naked body, I involuntarily clench around him, and the way he moans sends shivers down my spine.

"I missed you so fucking much." He says, voice full of painful beauty as he kisses my collarbones and nibbling on the sweet spot between them and my neck, and I melt once again against his touch, and I know that I'm going to get my heart broken again, but once you start something and the lines start blurring, it's already too late to stop, for you get greedy and you want more.

"I missed you too." I cry out and indulge myself in his touch.

The way he caressed my body was still the most intimate someone touched me. I've had my fair share of partners before him, and many others after, and this still hasn't changed. Taemin's body and mine are made for each other, and this fact gives my heart a sharp pang.

"My love, ever since I lost you, I searched for you in every woman I've been with. I am no longer creative, and I so desperately want it all back, the way it was. I want us back." He confesses while he's thrusting in me.

But what point is there in wanting? I think, but it's so hard to stay focused, with his dick grazing against my sweet spot over and over, when I'm almost seeing stars.

My toes become a curling mess and I wrap around him, and oh, how well he knows me, for he realises I'm so close, and knows exactly how to move his hips right, and I reach my high and hold him so tight, our shadows become one, completely indistinguishable. It's so good that I start getting ashamed of the loud sounds I'm making. Taemin, however, doesn't seem to mind, it even seems to send him over the edge, because his thrusts become sloppy, and his eyes are closed tightly; he looks focused, faint lines on his forehead giving him away.

I am moaning his name, and he is moaning mine, and dancing the Devil's tango has never felt so right, but in the end, if what we're doing is a sin, then we should just be sinners.

He presses his plum lips on mine, muffling both our moans, and he comes inside me, cupping my face with his hands.

"My muse, please don't leave me again... I promise you I won't make the same mistakes..." He kisses me hard, and if until now I was able to control my tears, they are now breaking my wall of strength, and he wipes them off my cheeks with his thumbs and kisses them away.

"Taemin... empty promises will wear..." I say, and he shakes his head.

"Please... don't leave me again... I've just found you..." He insists, sounding so needy, I melt. But how can I go back to how we were in the past? What if what he's feeling for me is not love, but limerence?

I no longer want to make any mistakes. We were so wrong for each other; what guarantee is there that this time we'll get it right?

At the end of the day, we are still different people, living our lives in different ways, so...

He guides me to the bathroom and we wash each other, just as we used to do. Five years ago, when we came here, we had such a small bathroom, we barely had space to shower at the same time. This bathroom now, however, is so much bigger, it's almost uncomfortable.

There's too much space between us we simply can't fill.

We then head to bed and fall asleep embraced, but as I always used to, I wake up way too early, and being tangled up in his sheets like this makes me think that maybe giving us another chance wouldn't be so bad. However, even if we share the same bed, we still have different dreams, and that's not something that can get changed easily. If it were, we would've never broken up in the first place.

I get up, careful not to wake him up, and get dressed slowly, thinking thinking thinking thinking.

I could get out and make sure he'll never see me again.

But... is that what I really want?

~one year later~

Paris is still the same bustling city I remembered it to be, but my safe corner is as quiet as usual.

Rencontre moi à Paris still smells of coffee beans, the chairs are still rusted, and not much has changed in a year, except for the wallpaper on the wall that's slightly ripped around the corners.

I slowly head to my table, occupied by a brunette man in a black fitted turtleneck, who sits with his back turned.

I don't say anything, I simply walk over and sit right in front of him, in my empty chair, and he raises his gaze from the cup, his eyes glimmering in the soft lights.

"Taemin." I smile. "You really came."

"You're fucking crazy." He shakes his head in disapproval. "Who leaves like that?"

"Like what?" I chuckle and play dumb.

"Like what?" He imitates me, and I stick out my tongue at him. "Normal people leave their phone numbers at least, but you?! You fucking- who the hell leaves a note like this?!" He angrily takes out a napkin carefully folded and throws it on the table in front of me.

Rencontre moi à Paris, 18 November, 15:00. Is what is written in pen in my handwriting.

Seeing it, I chuckle.

"You kept it!"

"What if I wouldn't have been able to change my schedule and come here?" He scolds me, but I just shrug.

"That would've meant nothing's changed, and that I made the right choice to not give you my number last year."

"I told you, didn't I? I won't make the same mistakes again. I really want to make us work."

"Then... shall we go back to your hotel? I really missed you. Besides, we don't want the waitress to stare daggers at us again, do we?" I whisper with a slight laugh and stand up, giving him my hand, and he takes it quickly and kisses it tenderly.

"I missed you too, my love. Please never disappear on me again..."

I smile and nod, and we get out of the café hand in hand. His thumb slowly brushes against the back of my hand, and I smile, because I truly missed him, and I was glad he actually listened to the stupid note I left on the napkin and came here.

Perhaps we won't fuck it up this time around, and we will finally be happy together, for we are already in madly love, and time apart hasn't changed that.

After all, two negative signs added together make a positive, right?

~The End~

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luvjjongtae · 2 years

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Impress Me

Pairing: Lee Taemin x Gender-neutral reader

Summary: A regular old sleepover with your high school best friend turns into something more. **ONESHOT**

Word Count: 2.1k

Note: This was a fic written for the SuperM Exchange Fic Event on Tumblr written for @taeyongslilkitty! Go check out his blog too and, Chai, I hope you enjoy it!

“Are you sure you can’t come?”

You looked around your usual cafeteria lunch table to focus on who would answer your question, unconsciously tuning out the chattering of students and clanging of plates and tupperware in the background. You were used to it after almost four years of high school.

“I’m sorry, but I really can’t miss ballet tomorrow,” Jongin said, stabbing the plastic straw of his apple juice carton through the hole before taking a quick sip. “We have the show soon, you know.”

“It’s fine, I remember you telling me,” you said to Jongin with a sincere smile. You glanced around the rest of the table and narrowed your eyes at your friends in accusation. “Now, I don’t remember any of you telling me why you were missing Movie Night.”

Ningning, a freshman who you all had practically adopted into your group, was the first to speak up. Shyly looking down at her lunch tray, she said, “I have to babysit my cousins. I can’t get out of it.”

Your features softened at Ningning’s nervous tone and you replied as genuinely as you could, “That’s okay, Ningning. Don’t worry about it.”

“Got a game,” Johnny cut in nonchalantly. He scooped up another glob of Mac ‘N’ Cheese and added before eating it, “Sorry, I forgot to tell you.”

You groaned dramatically, thumping your head against the table. “Volleyball?” you asked into your arms, loud enough for him to hear over the cafeteria sounds.

“Oh, what so Jongin’s ballet is fine but my volleyball game isn’t?” Johnny asked pointedly.

“No, no, they’re both fine,” you said. Still, with your head in your arms, you mumbled quieter, “I just had a really good movie picked for this time.”

“I can still go!”

You raised your head up slightly, peaking over your arms at Taemin across from you, chewing his lunch. He swallowed quickly and added, “If you still want to have Movie Night, that is.”

“Taemin, you practically live at my house. It won’t be any different from a regular sleepover,” you said halfheartedly.

“I want to watch whatever movie you picked out, though,” Taemin said. “Maybe give the rest of them FOMO.” Taemin shot the rest of the table a shit-eating smile.

“Ha, ha, still can’t go,” Johnny said, rolling his eyes. “But I promise to go to the next one.”

“Me too,” Jongin said.

“Same,” Ningning agreed.

“Fine,” you dragged out, lifting your head up from your arms to look at your friends. “I get to pick next time too, though.”

“Fine by me,” Taemin said cheerily, beaming at you with his big, gummy smile from across the table. You looked at him quizzically, confused as to why he was so happy to be having just a regular sleepover at your house, something you’d done hundreds of times since you were little. But whatever. He was just Taemin.

. . .

That Friday night, you drove Taemin to your house after school, trying to think of what you would even do after watching the movie with just you two. You’d probably just talk into the late hours of the night like you usually did, laying down side by side on your bed, speaking up at the ceiling, your sides pressed against each other comfortably.

Nothing new, basically.

When you parked in the driveway and made your way towards the front door, you noticed Taemin only had his backpack with him. “Where's your clothes?” you asked as you unlocked the door.

“I left my pajamas here last time. I’ll just use those,” he shrugged.

“Oh so that’s what those random pair of pants and tank top are doing in my drawers,” you chastised lightheartedly. He followed you into the entryway and up the stairs to your room. Dropping your backpack with a bang onto the floor, you said, “Well, FYI, they got washed with my clothes.”

“And that’s exactly why I left them here,” Taemin said with a teasing elbow nudge into your side as he also dropped his backpack beside yours. “Not because I forgot them or anything.”

“Honey? Is Taemin here too?” Mom called loudly from downstairs.

“Yes, Mom!” you called back, poking your head out of your bedroom door so she’d hear you. “He’s sleeping over for Movie Night!”

“None of your other friends could come?” You heard her footsteps clomping up the stairs and went out into the hall to meet her there. But before you could answer with the disappointing truth that a real movie night fell through, Taemin cut in.

“It’ll be just us two, tonight, ma’am.” You rolled your eyes at the formality. No matter how many times Mom told him to just call her by her first name, he still insisted on being formal and polite.

But Mom just smiled kindly and reached over to pet Taemin’s hair, ruffling it up into an adorable mess. “Okay, kiddos. Don’t stay up too late,” she said in a sing-songy voice, turning to head back down the stairs. “Chicken nuggets for dinner, by the way!”

You noticed Taemin’s eyes widen at that and you laughed. “You’re more excited about that than the movie,” you teased, following Mom back down to eat.

Taemin caught up to you quickly to shoot back, “You won’t even tell me what it is. How am I supposed to be excited about something I don’t even know about?”

“It’s called a surprise, idiot.” You continued bantering back and forth lightly over the delicious chicken nugget dinner, laughing when Taemin asked for cereal as a dessert. “Sure, whatever you want, weirdo,” you said as you poured the milk into the bowl for him.

“You don’t have my refined taste.”

“My taste is refined. You just don’t have any.”

“Shut up and have your boring vanilla ice cream,” Taemin said, his cheeks lightly blushed pink as he stuffed his face with a spoonful of cereal. You glanced over at him, his cheeks bulging as he chewed his cereal, his focus entirely on that. He looked kind of cute.

“What are you looking at?” he suddenly asked.

You jumped in your seat and blinked away, pointedly looking at your ice cream bowl in front of you and avoiding Taemin’s knowing gaze. “Nothing.” Taemin continued staring you down and you relented. “Your cheeks are just so stuffed,” you said with an awkward laugh.

He turned visibly red at that, turning away so you could only see the tips of his ears redden. “You know I don’t like my chubby cheeks,” he muttered.

“But they’re so cute!” you cooed, reaching over to pinch them, something you frequently did to tease him. He turned back to look at you when you did, his cheek pinched between your fingers, his face stretched out comically and you laughed. “See?”

“I feel like I just look ugly.”

“Ugly-cute,” you corrected. He shyly glanced back down at his cereal bowl and you finally let go of his cheek, deciding to quickly finish up your ice cream before it melted.

After cleaning the dishes and finishing up with dessert, Taemin followed you up to your bedroom and flopped down onto your bed, stretching so that he took up all the space. “Hey, scooch over. I need space too.”

Taemin rolled over onto one side of the bed with a groan before propping his head on his hands and asking, “Where are we watching anyway?”

“I figured since it’s just us two we could watch on my laptop here.” You snapped open your laptop as you settled next to Taemin on the bed and scrolled until you found the movie. “Ready?”

“Wait.” Taemin scooched around some more, trying to get comfortable, and in the end, you ended up lying pressed up next to each other, the laptop between you two, balanced on both your laps. “Okay, now I’m good,” he said as he adjusted and fluffed the pillows behind you both propping you up.

“Johnny would say we look like a cuddling couple,” you laughed out without thinking, pressing play on the movie and watching the opening credits roll.

Taemin tensed beside you. “Well, he would be wrong. This–” he cleared his throat. “This is normal for us.”

You glanced at Taemin from the side, arching a brow suspiciously. Why was he acting so weird? “Right. We do this all the time. Anyway, pay attention, okay?” you said, hitting him lightly with a nearby pillow.

“Okay, okay!” he laughed, the atmosphere easing back to normal.

Halfway through the movie, when the rest of the house was fast asleep, the soft yellow lamplight of your room creating dancing shadows across the ceiling, you watched the male lead slam a hand against the wall, trapping the female lead, and kissing her fervently. Taemin rolled his eyes and exclaimed, “Bruh, he’s doing it all wrong. This is their first kiss! Why’s he so rough?” He waved his arms around animatedly as he spoke, almost slapping you in the face.

“You’re so worked up about this,” you laughed, swatting Taemin’s hand away and letting the movie just continue playing.

“Well, of course, I am! Nobody should be that rough on the first kiss.”

“It’s just a movie, Taemin,” you said with a smile, turning to look at him sitting up completely now, fuming. “Plus didn’t you say you wanted to be run over by the love of your life? If anything that’s rougher.”

“That’s different,” Taemin stuttered out. “That’s like a meet-cute. And I was just being dramatic. For laughs. You know?”

You sat up now to look across at him directly, the laptop playing the movie forgotten at the foot of the bed. “Fine, that was exaggerated. But you don’t know how you’d act in the heat of the moment.” You gestured towards the laptop. “Those two almost just died!”

“Still not an excuse,” Taemin crossed his arms.

“How would you do it then?” you rolled your eyes.

Taemin’s widened. “Do you want a description or–”

“Sure, whatever.” You smirked at him. “Impress me.”

Taemin froze, staring at you for a few moments before his eyes regained that mischievous, charming look in them you recognized from the night preparing the senior prank or whenever he tried dodging questions about your obvious surprise party. Your heart quickened at the knowledge that Taemin was up to something. And it didn’t help when he scooched forward, closer to you, your knees touching. “First, I’d say something romantic.”

“Like what?” you deadpanned, feigning a yawn for the effect. “Currently, not impressed.”

Taemin simply smirked and your chest tightened. “Like ‘I love you.’” A pause. His teasing smirk falling. His deep brown eyes gazing into yours. “I love you.”

A silence hung in the air between you two. You just stared at each other, waiting for the other to break the silence first. Your heart was beating out of your chest now, suffocating you. Was Taemin saying that to you? “Okay,” you forced out quietly, barely above a whisper.

“Then I’d cup their face.” He reached forward with his soft hand to do just that to you, the touch sending shivers down your spine, cradling your face. “And lean in until…” His voice trailed off, as he continued looking at you, silently asking for permission to continue. You imperceptively nodded, surprisingly okay with the idea of kissing your best friend. Everything about this moment just felt right.

At your tiny nod, Taemin leaned even closer, until he lightly touched your lips with his. He was hesitant and gentle at first, just an innocent peck. But your heart was racing, your face flushed, you wanted this. You leaned more into Taemin, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to kiss him deeper, harder, more. He melted into you scooching even closer and pulling you up until you were sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around you.

You kissed like that for a few more long moments, before you pulled away, out of breath. Looking down at Taemin, he beamed back up at you, equally as out of breath. “Impressed?”

You blinked at Taemin, confused about what he was talking about. Oh, right. The movie thing. Exhaling into his mouth, ready for round two, you smiled back and said, “Very.”

But Taemin pulled back before you could kiss him again. He looked back up at you with more serious eyes to say, “When I said ‘I love you,’ I meant it. To you, I mean.” He paused, another smile crawling onto his face. “As a friend and more.”

He looked so cute, beneath you with his chubby cheeks breaking into a gummy, big smile that was impossible to reciprocate. “I’ve loved you for years, Taemin," you said. It was the truth. "But maybe after tonight, as more than a friend too,” you breathed out.

“Maybe?” Taemin gawked dramatically. “I thought you said you were impressed!”

“Mmm,” you leaned down to give him another quick peck. “It could become more certain if you just…kissed me more, perhaps,” you smirked.

“Gladly,” he said before flipping you down onto the bed to kiss you again.

END

#supermficexchange #shinee fanfic #shinee #shinee fluff #shinee fic #taemin fic #shinee taemin #taemin shinee #taemin fluff #lee taemin #friends to lovers #high school au #fluff

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sunflowercheol · 2 years

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🎃🍁 ~ SunflowerCheol’s 31 Days of Halloween ~ 🍁🎃

Hello! I have decided to do a 31 days of Halloween Drabbles/Oneshots and will be posting one every day up until Halloween! I took some things associated with Halloween and Fall time and made little drabbles/oneshots for different members! Here's a sneak peak of the members/groups (but not in order that I will be posting) I have decided to write for!

Chanhee (TBZ)

Sangyeon (TBZ)

Haechan (NCT)

Jungkook (BTS) and Yugyeom (GOT7)

Wooyoung (ATZ), Changbin (SKZ), Yeonjun (TXT)

Suho (EXO) and Sehun (EXO)

Tomorrow X Together

Monsta X + Wonho

Yoongi (BTS)

Kibum (Shinee)

Taehyung (BTS) and Jimin (BTS)

Johnny (NCT) and Taeyong (NCT)

Seungkwan (SVT)

Jacob (TBZ) and Kevin (TBZ)

Jinyoung (GOT7)

Hueningkai (TXT)

Baekhyun (EXO)

Jinjin (ASTRO)

Jackson (GOT7)

Changmin (TBZ)

Eric (TBZ) and Felix (TBZ)

Jungwoo (NCT)

Renjun (NCT)

Chenle (NCT), Changmin (TBZ), Jeongin (SKZ), Hueningkai (TXT), Sanha (ASTRO)

Lee Know (SKZ)

Yuta (NCT)

Taemin (SHINee)

Seventeen, hyung line

Ateez

Kyungsoo (EXO)

97 Line - Jungkook (BTS), Yugyeom (GOT7), Bambam (GOT7), Seokmin (SVT), Mingyu (SVT), Minghao (SVT), Bang Chan (SKZ), Hyunjae (TBZ), Jacob (TBZ), Younghoon (TBZ), Eunwoo (ASTRO), Jaehyun (NCT), Winwin (NCT)

Hope you are excited for them!

#sunflowercheol’s 31 days of halloween #astro #the boyz #got7 #exo #bts #nct #stray kids #shinee #ateez

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mykoreanlove · 3 months

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sleepy no more

The first rays of sunshine fought their way into your bedroom, tickling you awake from your serene slumber. You opened your eyes slowly, still drowsy from sleep. Strong arms were wrapped around you, holding you close to the warm body they belonged to. A giant smile formed on your lips as you realized whose body it was – Taemin’s.

You felt the joy expand in your heart, the excitement tingle in your lips and the butterflies fly in your stomach. You relaxed into his grip, reveling in the security and comfort it gave you. Seconds after you felt him moving his body, adjusting to the new position. His arms tightened around you, pulling you much closer to him. His plush lips found its way to your neck, placing delicate kisses all over it.

“Baby, are you up?”

Your heart fluttered again. Not only because he spoke to you in Korean and you understood what he had said, but also because he was loving to you like that.

Baby. Baby. Baby.

You were his baby, forever and ever.

You grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips, kissing his knuckles as you answered. You didn’t see his smile but there was no doubt that he was shining just as brightly as the sun outside.

“Turn around”, another whisper which made you feel goosebumps everywhere.

You shifted and turned, now facing him directly. His long, dark hair fell into his beautiful face, slightly covering his almond shaped eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful”, he whispered soundly.

By now you were sure that the butterflies spread throughout your whole body, capturing every cell with excitement.

“Good morning, handsome”, you replied sweetly.

Taemin broke out in laughter, his joy was contagious. You could have sworn that it was impossible to love him more, but you were wrong. Seeing him like that unlocked new depths to your relationship, deepening your devotion to him even more.

“You’re odorobol, y/n”.

You spent countless moments gazing into each other’s eyes and losing yourself in them, before Taemin’s hand landed on your face caressing you. You felt his sturdy fingers on your soft skin, tracing cautiously.

“Can I tell you a secret?”, he asked shyly.

You nodded curiously.

“When I wasn’t working, I used to sleep a lot. Did I ever tell you why?”

Images of his members picking on him for sleeping so much flashed your mind, but you never thought much about it. Surely, he had to be exhausted from all the hard work, right? You shook your head, encouraging him to go on.

“I was so overwhelmed by life back then, so… hurt. I didn’t know how to cope with all these heavy emotions, so I just went to sleep. Each time I fell asleep I got a break from all that. Finally, I got a break from being me.”

Heaviness arose in your chest as it was painful for you to imagine him like that. Your fingers clasped his wrist, signaling that you were there for him. Taemin’s sad eyes lightened up under your touch, feeling your immense love for him in every moment.

“Ever since I met you, y/n, I don’t feel like that at all. I couldn’t wait to go to sleep and escape reality but now I hardly ever want to go to bed. Unless, you know…”, he laughed sneakily.

You slapped his broad chest and hid your face ashamed, as racy images of last night flooded your mind. Taemin’s chest was vibrating with laughter, making it nearly impossible to stay serious.

“Hey, look at me”, he tilted your head up, gazing into your eyes deeply.

“What I wanted to say was, that I don’t feel like that anymore, y/n. All because of you. I don’t feel the need to escape anymore because my life is freaking amazing. You are amazing.”

You saw the deep adoration in his eyes, making you surrender to him even more. Taemin placed his lips on yours, kissing you gently before declaring his love for you.

“Finally, reality is so much better than my dreams. All because of you, baby.”

Swiftly, he got up and hovered over you, cherishing you with kisses all over.

“All because of you.”

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imaginidol · 10 months

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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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yootaesowlwrites · 3 years

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I Feel Jealous - Lee Taemin

A/N: Something for his birthday, and yes, missing Taemin hours is on-going.

Warnings: Slight angst, jealously, fluff, smut, marking, explicit language, nudism, hair pulling, nicknames such as kitten and princess, nipple play, fingering, cum tasting, female and male receiving oral, bruising, multiple orgasms, rough but also went sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside, praise kink, dirty talking, mention of aftercare, slight humour.

W/C: 7.3K

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

The restaurant that had been rented out for the night was packed with Taemin’s closest friends for his birthday, Taemin stood with Kai talking to him when he looked around the room and spotted you laughing, his brows furrow as he sees who you were laughing with, you didn’t know many of Taemin’s friends, only a few of them, but it just so happen to be that the friend you were laughing with was also your ex, he couldn’t help but feel jealously bubble up inside him, the idol you were laughing with had introduced you to Taemin months after the relationship ended, it apparently was a mutual decision between the two of you.

“You look like you’re strangling Jimin in your mind.” Kai points out from next to Taemin, he blinks a few times before turning his head to look at his friend. “Are you strangling him?”

“I have no problem with Jimin talking to Y/n,” Taemin says, he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he definitely had strangled the idol in his mind, even told him to back off. “They aren’t a couple.”

“But they used to be.” Kai states. “Long before you two met, are you afraid she might decide to go back to Jimin?” Taemin looks back in your direction and saw you had placed your hand on Jimin’s shoulder as you laughed with the idol.

“They broke up for a reason,” Taemin answers as he looks away from the scene. “At least that’s what she’s told me.” You and Jimin had dated for three months before things ended between the two of you, a mutual decision.

“I won’t stop you if you want to go and interrupt,” Kai says. “But some advice in advance, if you will believe me, that will be entirely up to you.” Taemin brings the drink that was in his hand to his mouth and takes a sip from it, even though he was the birthday boy, he hadn’t drunk much at his party. “We can all see it when Y/n’s with you, the way her eyes light up when you enter the room and the way she looks at you when you’re talking to her, I can’t even describe how much adoration is in her eyes, I doubt that she would go back to Jimin.” Taemin puts the drink in his hand down on a nearby table. “Do with that information what you want.” He nods his head.

“I don’t know the real reason why they broke up, she just said it was a mutual decision and they both just couldn’t see them being a couple,” Taemin says. “So I don’t know if I should be worried, even if you say that… there will always be that afterthought.” Kai places his hand on Taemin’s shoulder. “There could always be a chance of them getting back together if they decide that they made a mistake.”

“Well, if you don’t like it, go step in,” Kai says. “We all like Jimin, and there’s a good reason why you two are friends as well, and he wouldn’t do that to his friend.” Taemin watches as Jimin placed a hand on your shoulder as he leans in closer to tell you something, something that made you nod your head and a large smile appear on your lips, Taemin didn’t want to show how angry he had become from just watching the interaction.

“Would anyone mind if I go home early?” Taemin asks more to himself. “I’m suddenly not in much of a celebratory mood.” He felt Kai squeeze his shoulder.

“You’re the birthday boy, no one will mind,” Kai says before removing his hand from Taemin’s shoulder. “Just don’t do anything you might regret later.” Kai leaves his friend’s side to go talk to someone else, it takes Taemin a moment before he moves towards you and Jimin.

“This looks cozy,” Taemin says once he reached you and Jimin. “I hope I’m not about to interrupt it.”

“No, no, Jimin was just telling me about what happened during their practice last week.” You say as you move your hand away from Jimin’s shoulder. “You should hear it, it’s so funny!”

“I think I already told you about it,” Jimin says as he thinks for a moment. “Yes, three days ago!” Three days ago, Taemin had got a call from Jimin and had heard the story.

“Funny isn’t it.” You say, Jimin removes his hand from your shoulder. “But, but... are you enjoying your birthday dinner?” Taemin nods his head.

“I am, but I’m starting to feel tired,” Taemin says, he was feeling anything but tired, but he wasn’t about to let anyone know he was jealous, especially not you or Jimin. “So I was hoping we could go home earlier than planned.” You nod your head as your face softens.

“Of course.” You say and turn your head to look at Jimin. “It was good seeing you again and catching up.” Jimin moves closer to you and wraps his arms around you, giving you a hug, Taemin grits his teeth together for a moment.

“It was good seeing you again, Y/n,” Jimin says as you break away from the hug. “I’ll see you around.” Taemin bites the inside of his cheeks before calming himself down enough to not let anything slip.

“See you around, Jimin.” You say and turn towards Taemin. “Come on, let’s get home, so you can rest, I’ll feed Kkoongie tonight.” Taemin wraps his arm around your middle, his hand going to the small of your back as he guides you to the exit, a car was already waiting for you to take you back to his apartment, you climb into it, and he climbs in after you. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Hmm…” He hums as an answer, you look at him as the car begins moving, and the city lights slowly fly past. “It was nice seeing all my friends, and seeing them enjoying themselves.” You nod your head before looking down at his hands that were on his lap, they were balled up in a fist and his knuckles were turning white.

“What’s wrong though?” You ask as you reach for his hands, you place your hand on top of his. “Why are your hands balled into a fist?” He takes in a deep breath as he turns his gaze towards the window, the smile that was on your lips slowly fades. “Taemin?” He pulls his hands out from underneath yours. “We’ll talk once we’re home and Kkoongie’s been fed then.” He doesn’t answer making you let out a sigh and look out the window on your side, watching as the lights and trees go past, once you arrive at his apartment, Kkoong greeted you at the door with a meow before leading you and Taemin further into the house after you had removed your shoes, Taemin rubs Kkoong’s head while you fill her feeding bowl with her favourite food. “Want to tell me what’s on your mind now?” He looks up from Kkoong.

“I… it’s stupid, let’s just forget it.” He says before kissing Kkoong’s head, you place Kkoong’s food bowl in its place, and she runs towards it. “Traitor.” You faintly smile before moving towards Taemin.

“It’s not stupid if you’re upset.” You say as you take his hand. “What’s on that mind of yours?”

“Look… it’s stupid… but seeing you and Jimin tonight…” He trails off as he looks at the floor, you nod your head as you let out a sigh. “I know you two are broken up… but, I can’t help but feel… Ugh.”

“There’s a reason why Jimin and I are broken up.” You begin. “I know I’ve never given you a reason, a real reason, why it didn’t work out between us.” You pull him towards the couch. “Come, sit, I’ll tell you the reason.” He follows you to the couch and sits down, you sit down next to him, turning your body towards his. “It’s no big deal, we dated for a couple of months, sure we did sleep together also, but that spark was never there, the thing and feelings I have with you were never there, and so we just decided it was better if we just stayed friends, otherwise we would end up making each other unhappy at the end of the day, which could lead to resentment.” Taemin nods his head as he carefully listens. “And of course we stayed friends, good friends, and he introduced me to you, long after we ended things, don’t you think if I had any kind of feelings for him that I would be in a relationship with you?” Taemin looks down at his hand that was still in your hand. “Would I have moved in with you like this?”

“I can’t help but feel jealous.” He admits as he lifts his head to look at you. “Even when you reassure me like this.”

“There’s nothing wrong with feeling jealous, it’s understandable.” You say and lean closer to him. “It’s normal because he is my ex, and he knows me well, but if you need me to reassure you every day, I will gladly do that.” You lay your forehead against his, your hair falling over your shoulders. “I will never leave you for him.” His dark brown eyes stare into yours. “I’m yours until you no longer want me.”

“That’s never going to happen, I’ll always want you.” He softly says before brushing his lips against yours your noses almost smashing together, you tilt your head slightly and lean into the kiss, your eyes closing along with his, tasting the drink he had drunk before you had left the restaurant, he could taste the cola on your lips, the kiss deepens as your lips move together, you suddenly pull away from the kiss and open your eyes.

“So, you’re not really tired?” You ask, he opens his eyes and leans against the backrest of the couch.

“No, no, I’m not.” He says. “I just couldn’t keep watching anymore.” You softly chuckle and shake your head, you stand from the couch, but he pulls you back down and onto his lap. “Where are you going?”

“Well, I’m going to the bedroom to change, and laugh about your excuse to come home.” You say as you move to stand from his lap, his arm snakes around you, keeping you in place on his lap.

“Oh, no, no, you’re not going anywhere.” He says as he leans closer. “I’m still very jealous, And I need to let it out.” He releases your hand and moves it to your waist.

“You do need to let it out.” You say as you felt his hand move underneath your shirt. “But we are not doing it in front of the child.” You look over your shoulder at Kkoong. “She’ll be frightened.” He loosens his hold on you and lets you stand from his lap.

“All right… I’ll meet you in the bedroom.” He says. “We can’t do that to Kkoongie.”

“No, we can’t.” You say as you make your way to the bedroom to get rid of your clothes.

“Ah, wait, wait!” He calls out, making you turn around to look at him. “Don’t get rid of your clothes just yet, let me unwrap you like a birthday present.” You nod your head as you begin to giggle.

“That, haha, sounds so, haha, cheesy.” You say as you turn around and make your way to the bedroom, you reach the bedroom and heard Taemin talking with Kkoong before hearing his footsteps approaching the bedroom, you sit down at the edge of the bed and watch as he steps into the bedroom, turning around and slowly closes the door.

“I hate to lock you out of the room, but it’s only for a few hours,” Taemin says before fully shutting the door. “I’ll let you in once we’re finished.” You smile to yourself, he turns and looks at you. “She understands.”

“You hope that she does.” You say as you watch him move closer to the bed. “She’s going to be clawing at the door and start meowing if she wants in.”

“I know, and I’ll feel bad about it after we’re finished.” He says and stops in front of you, he leans down and presses his lips against yours, his hands coming to the side of your face to cup your cheeks, the kiss quickly deepens and the sound of the kiss fills the room, his scent surrounds and fills your lungs, he slides his tongue over your bottom lip before taking it between his teeth and nibbles on it, your fingers hook around his belt, and you pull him on top of you, making you lay back onto the bed, his knees hit the mattress, and he breaks away from the kiss. “Is this how you’re going to play it?” You smile up at him as you prop yourself up on your elbows.

“I don’t see why I can’t.” You say, he moves away from the bed making your lower lip pop out in a pout, you quickly push yourself up from the bed and reach for his hand as you stood from the bed, only for him to grab your waist and pull you against him, one hand on your waist and one hand on the side of your neck, tilting your head to the side, his lips latch onto your jaw, and he begins sucking on your jaw. “Is this how you’re going to play?” He gripped your waist, keeping you from moving away from him, you could only see his hair and then the ceiling with how he had your head angled, his thumb was underneath your chin keeping you from looking down. “I’m going to make you sweat when it’s my turn.” Your hands move to his belt and undo it, he leaves a trail of kisses along your jaw before reaching your earlobe.

“It’s my birthday, you’re just going to have to wait.” He says, you squeeze your legs together as you felt his lips brush over your earlobe as he spoke.

“Exactly…” You breathe out. “It’s your birthday, you should be treated, I should be sucking your dick and palming you.” You felt his grip on the side of your neck tighten for a split second, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“My birthday, my rules.” He mutters into your ear, he releases the side of your neck and leans back. “You can wait until tomorrow.” Your hands move away from his belt and to the hem of his shirt, your fingers curl around the fabric.

“Well, aren’t you stubborn?” You mutter as you begin lifting his shirt, you stop once it couldn’t go any further and wait for him to lift his arms. “Well, aren’t you going to lift your arms for me to take this off?”

“No, because I’m stubborn.” He says with a mischievous smile on his lips, you harshly tug at the shirt and let out a huff.

“You little…” You begin to say as you narrow your eyes at him. “All right, okay.” You smile up at him. “If you don’t want to do it, then let me change into something more comfortable for bed.” You begin to move out of his grasp, only for him to wrap his arm around your middle.

“You… all right, you can take it off.” He says as he loosens his grip from around you, he lifts his arms, and you quickly remove his shirt, letting it drop to the floor once it was removed. “Are you satisfied now?”

“Very." You say with a proud smile on your lips, he lowers his arms and moves one of his hands to your head, he runs his fingers through your hair before gripping onto it, pulling at it, his boyish smile now missing, his brown eyes clouded with lust as he stared at you.

“Then get on the bed.” He orders, wetness pools between your legs as you felt him pulling your hair. “And don’t let me tell you twice.” He releases your hair, you quickly spin around and climb onto the bed, moving to the middle of it, you plop down on it and smile up at him. “Are you being cheeky with me?” He moves closer to the bed.

“Maybe I am.” You say, he stands at the foot of the bed and lets his eyes roam over you, his eyes stop at your bare legs, you had worn a black mini skirt along with a loose-fitting top that almost exposed your stomach, if you were to stretch he would be able to see your bra.

“Spread your legs for me, kitten.” He watches as you squeeze your legs together at the nickname before slowly opening your legs, showing him the red panties you had worn for the evening, his thoughts begin drifting as he thinks about all the things he could and wants to do to you.

“Are you going to give me a chance to touch you tonight?” You ask, his eyes slowly move away from between your legs to look at your face.

“We will see.” He replies before climbing onto the bed and sat on his knees in front of you between your legs, his hands move to the hem of your shirt and curls his fingers around it, he lifts it upward and watches as you lift your arms for him to remove it. “With how obedient you are, you might just get what you want.” He could see your legs twitch as you wanted to squeeze them shut, he removes your shirt and tosses it aside. “Tilt your head back for me, princess.” You tilt your head back and felt his lips on your throat, seconds later you felt him sucking on that spot, his hands move to your chest and places his hands over your covered breasts, you could feel the fabric press against your nipples before feeling the fabric move over them as he palms your breasts.

“Hmm, Taemin…” You moan, your skin was slowly heating up from the attention you were receiving from him. “How many marks are you going to be leaving on me this time?” You felt him kiss the spot he had just sucked, his hands move to your back and to the clasp of your bra, he unhooks it letting your breast free from the hold.

“How old am I today?” He asks, his fingers trace over your skin as he moves his hands to your shoulders to remove the bra straps from you. “I think that’s how many I’ll be leaving on your skin tonight, but we’ll just have to see.” You felt him pulling the straps down your arms, removing the bra from you before tossing the piece of fabric aside, his lips brush over your shoulder, and you could feel him starting to suck on that spot.

“I… that’s almost thirty.” You state as your eyes slightly widen, would he really leave thirty marks on your skin?

“Hmm.” You feel him hum against your skin, sending vibrations into your skin, you move one of your hands to his hair, your fingers entangling into his hair while your other hand stays on the mattress, one of his hands rests on your waist while the other one moves to your breast, his index finger moves over your nipple as he toys with the bud, you could feel your nipple harden and swell from the attention it received from him.

“Aahmm.” You breathe out, you feel his lips move from the spot on your shoulder to your collarbone. “Remember there will be payback for it.” You felt him smile against your collarbone.

“I know.” He says before latching onto your skin to create another mark, his eyes close as he left the mark on your skin, his hand moves to your other breast and begins playing with the nipple causing it to harden and swell also, his lips move away from your collarbone and makes you lay down on the bed, he hovers over you and kisses down your chest, his lips latch onto the skin next to your nipple to leave another mark.

“Fuck…” You whimper as you felt goosebumps grow on your skin, his hand that was playing with your nipple moved to rest on your lower stomach. “I can feel you against me.” His cock that’s been growing hard had formed a tent in his pants and was pressed against the inside of your thigh.

“I’m glad you can feel what you’re doing to me.” He says after pulling away from the mark he was creating. “Are you soaked yet?” Just hearing the question made your insides churn. “No, don’t answer, let me check.” You release his hair as he moves lower on the bed and lifts your skirt, his hand moves to your covered mound before sliding his fingers over the outline of your pussy lips. “Hmm.” He moves the fabric aside and spreads your pussy lips. “Soaked.” Just feeling his fingers against your heat and the cool air blowing against your warmth caused you to whimper.

“Taemin…” You whimper, he slides his fingers along your inner lips, collecting your wetness on his fingers.

“Soon, let me just get rid of your skirt first.” He says as his fingers disappear from your pussy, you lift your hips as you felt his fingers curl around the elastic of your skirt, you bend your knees making it easier for him to remove it, his hands quickly move to the elastic of your panties after he had tossed the skirt aside, he quickly removes them with ease and tossed them aside as well, you now laid completely bare for him on the bed, he leans down, your fingers twisting into the duvet as you felt his lips touch your thigh.

“Are you seriously going to leave marks there also?” You ask, you felt his hands grip the outside of your thighs before getting your answer when he started sucking on your skin, you felt his teeth scraping over your skin for a brief moment. “Gosh…” You felt his hair tickling the inside of your thigh as he moves to another spot to suck, this time on the inside of your thigh. “Taemin… Taem…” Just feeling his head that close to your pussy made your skin heat up and excitement course through you.

“Hmm…” The hum caused vibrations to travel through you, you release the duvet and reach with one of your hands for his hair, your fingers entangled in his hair.

“Taemin!” You couldn’t help but moan at the sensation, you turn your head to one side as you suck in a deep breath, you squeeze your eyes shut, you jolt as you feel his hand touch your pussy lips. “Mmh.” He slides his fingers along your pussy lips, your toes twitching just feeling his fingers trace along your heat, your wetness seeped through your pussy lips and soaked his fingers.

“Hmm…” He moans as he pulls away from the mark he was creating. “Your pussy is just begging for attention at this point.” He looks up at you, seeing your chest rising up and down as your breathing had become deeper. “I better give it attention before you decide you want to do it yourself.” His fingers move past your lower lips and slide them along your inner lips.

“Aahmm.” You moan, your toes curling for a split second before they uncurled. “Are you planning on teasing?”

“Maybe I am.” He says, dragging his fingers up and down your pussy, collecting more of your wetness onto his fingers. “Objections?”

“No, none!” You quickly say as you felt a finger slide over your swollen clit, you turn your head to the other side as pleasure jolts through you.

“Good." He says and lowers his head, his lips brush over the spot next to your mound.

“Oohh…” You gasp as you feel him sucking on the skin, another mark being left behind on your skin. “Taemin…” You whine, his fingers move around your clit and heat spreads through you. “Fuck…” You tug at his hair as you feel his nose rubbing against your skin and his tongue licking over the spot he was sucking, his fingers move back and forth over your clit, the tips of his fingers dipping into your entrance every few times, you could feel a tension forming in your abdomen as his fingers worked on your pussy. “Mmhghh, Taemin… Taem.” His fingers stop on your clit and begin rubbing the sensitive nub, he lifts his head to admire the mark he had imprinted on your skin.

“Keep whimpering and moaning my name like that, kitten.” He says, his fingers suddenly clamp down on your clit and rolls the bud between the pads of his fingers, your back lifts from the bed as it arches. “Does it feel that good, princess?” You barely felt his other hand leave your thigh until you felt a finger at your entrance while he was rolling your clit between his fingers, his finger dips into your entrance, twisting and turning the tips of his fingers inside you.

“Gaahmm, Taemin!” You whimper out, he pushes his finger in more before curling it. “Taemin!” You felt him repeating the movement, a coil started to grow inside you from the pleasure slowly coursing through you. “Taem… Taemin.” He releases your clit and begins rubbing the sensitive nub, he pulls his finger out before pushing it back inside you, adding another finger, you tug at his hair and your fingers twists into the duvet even more. “Taem… Taemin…” The temperature rises inside the room and sweat was slowly forming on your skin and on his, with each pump of his fingers the tension in your abdomen got closer and closer to snapping.

“Whimper my name, scream it, let everyone in the area know how good I make you feel.” He says, he slips another finger inside you and twists and turns them, you could feel the outline of his fingers against your walls as they clenched around his fingers every now and again.

“Taemin… Taem…” You moan as your back momentarily arches from the mattress, heat was spreading through you like wildfire.

“Just feeling you clench around my fingers… hmm.” He closes his eyes as he imagines the feeling of it being around his cock, he opens his eyes to look up at you, you were squirming as you were nearing your high. “I can’t wait for you to squeeze around my cock, princess.” He rubs circles on your clit as his fingers pump in and out of you, curling them every few pumps.

“Hmm… mmhgg, Taemin!” You moan, fireworks appear behind your eyelids and your toes curl as a hot pleasure washes over you, your mind flies into the sky as your legs begin to shake, your muscles twitch as you release around his fingers, your back arches from the bed as you pull at his hair and at the duvets.

“Hmm, fuck, that’s right, pull my hair, princess.” He moans out, he could feel your wetness increasing around his fingers. “That’s it, make a mess around my fingers like a good princess.” You squeeze your eyes tighter, the euphoric feeling coursing through you and taking complete control of your body. “That’s my girl.” He pulls his fingers away from your clit and brings his hand to his mouth, his tongue darts out to clean your juices from them. “Hmm, so good, you taste so good, kitten.” He sounded far away as you were slowly coming down from your high, you feel his fingers disappear from your entrance, causing your release to spill from you and onto the bed. “Hmmm.” You open your eyes and lift your head to look at him and saw him sucking on his fingers that were just inside you, he stared at you as he cleaned his fingers, his eyes not wavering from yours for a second.

“Shit…” You mutter, your clit twitches at the sight of him sucking his fingers clean. “Taemin.” You lay your head down on the bed, the image burned into your mind, you hear a pop as he pulls his fingers from his mouth.

“Did you want a taste?” He asks, your toes uncurl and your back rests against the mattress you slowly release the duvet as you take in a deep breath to even out your breathing, you release his hair and move your hand onto the bed. “I’m sure you did, I’ll give you a taste soon.”

“I…” You begin to say, only to stop when you felt his hair on the inside of your thigh. “I…” You try again only to stop again when you felt his breath blow against your moist pussy, your fingers instantly twist into the duvet only moments after you had released them. “Taemin…” You felt his fingers spread your pussy lips before you felt his tongue licking a stride along your heat, you dig your heels into the bed. “Hmm.” His tongue dips in and out of your entrance, the familiar coil returns to your abdomen. “Taemin!” His tongue curls upwards inside you before licking up to your clit, you already felt warm but when he flicked his tongue over your sensitive nub repeatedly it felt like your skin was set alight. “Aahmm, Taem… Taemin.” Your legs twitch from the jolts of pleasure going through you.

“Look at you squirming because of me.” He says from between your legs, you squeeze your eyes shut as you felt his hot breath against your heat, his free hand moves to your hip and presses his hand down against it, pressing you down against the mattress, his lips wrap around your clit.

“Mmghh, Taemin, Taemin!” You moan, he sucks on the nub, making that coil inside you grow quicker. “Ah, hmm.” Your jaw slacks as you deeply breathe through your mouth, you wanted to arch your back in pleasure, but his hand on your hip kept you from doing so. “Fuck, fuck.” His fingers dig into your skin as he holds you down, your walls clench around nothing as you were quickly driven to the edge of your high. “Taemin, Aah!” Your muscles twitch with pleasure.

“Hmm.” He hums against your clit, sending vibrations through you, your toes curl at the pleasure coursing through you.

“Taemin!” You moan loudly, your body hadn’t stopped shaking from the first orgasm, and you were about to experience another, you pull at the duvet as you felt him sucking on your clit harder, pleasure washes over you as your mind ascends into the clouds, fireworks were set off behind your eyelids as your high crashes into you quicker than the last one. “TAEMIN!” Nothing but ecstasy coursed through you, your mind absolutely blank of all thoughts, he releases your clit and flattens his tongue against your pussy, lapping at your release.

“Hmm.” He hums as he lifts his head, he moves to hover over you, his hand slides up from your hip to grip your cheeks and turn your head to face him, you open your eyes before feeling his lips against yours, kissing you and letting you taste your wetness against his lips, it didn’t take long before the kiss was broken, and he pushed himself off the bed to remove his pants, you blink a few times before quickly sitting upright and moving to the edge of the bed.

“No, no, let me.” You say as you grip his jeans, you carefully push it over his bulge and down his legs letting it pool around his feet, you press your hands against his legs and slide them back up along his legs and to his underwear, your fingers curl around the elastic and pulls it down, his cock springs free from its hold and slaps against his lower stomach. “Fuck.” His underwear pools on top of his jeans around his feet, he steps out from them and uses his foot to kick it to the side.

“Why did you move?” He asks. “I could’ve removed my own pants.” You look up at him before reaching for his cock, you wrap your fingers around his length, feeling the veins from it underneath your touch. “Oo—oh.” He moans and tilts his head back, closing his eyes. “Fuck.”

“It’s still your birthday and I haven’t treated you.” You say, you feel one of his hands move to your hair, you lean forward and flatten your tongue against his cock.

“Fuck… Y/n…” He gasps, you slide your tongue along his length, tasting the saltiness from his pre-cum when you reached the head of his cock, your tongue swirls around the head, his breathing deepens and the grip in your hair tightens. “Fuck… as much as I… aah… love this, I want to be… hmm, inside you, fuck.” He lifts his head to look down at you through lidded eyes. “Fuck…” Your hand pumps his cock at the base. “Y/n… kitten.” He reaches for your hand with his free hand and pulls your hand away from his length, he tugs at your hair as he takes a step back from you. “FUCK!” He releases your hair as he felt you sucking harder, his cock is pulled from your mouth with a loud pop. “Fuck, holy fuck… get back to the middle of the bed.” You move to the middle of the bed, slightly bending your legs. “Get on all fours.” You turn around and move onto your hands and knees, you felt the bed dipping as he moves onto it and behind you, you feel one hand on the small of your back and felt his other hand moving between your pussy lips, collecting your glistering wetness onto his fingers.

“Hmm…” You moan at the feeling of his fingers sliding through your sensitive folds, his hand on the small of your back slides up along your spine before pressing down between your shoulder blades, signalling for you to lower your upper body against the mattress and keep your ass in the air for him.

“What a sight, so beautiful, so wet and ready for me.” He says, he slides his hand down your spine and rests his hand on your asscheek, he pulls his other hand away from your pussy and wraps it around his cock, spreading your wetness on it before guiding himself between your pussy lips, rubbing himself against your clit.

“Taemin… ahmm.” You moan and closes your eyes, you scratch at the duvet next to your head. “Please… Please.”

“Please, what?” He asks as he slides the head of his cock up and down between your folds. “What do you want, kitten?”

“I want you… aahmm, inside me.” You softly say, you feel him move the head of his cock to your entrance.

“As you wish.” He says, he pushes the tip of his cock into your entrance and unwraps his hand from his length and moves it to your hip, your lips part as you feel his cock sliding into you, stretching your walls and filling you, your fingers claw at the duvet.

“Taemin… fuck, fuck.” You moan as your walls clench around him as he sinks deeper into you, his fingers dig into your skin on your hip and asscheek. “Fuck, feels so good.” He tilts his head back as your warm walls wrapping around him, his eyes fall shut at the feeling.

“Hmm, ngh, you feel so good around me.” He groans out. “Already clenching around me.” You could feel saliva pooling up inside your mouth, your jaw slacks against the mattress. “Taking me so good.” He stops once he was fully inside you, giving you a moment to adjust to him. “Like the good kitten you are for me.”

“Oohmm.” You moan, just feeling him inside you was driving you inside, the feeling of being filled and stretched by his cock was euphoric. “Taemin…”

“Hmm.” He hums as he lifts his head and opens his eyes.

“Mmh, move, please.” You practically beg, you feel his cock sliding out of you halfway before he thrusts back in. “Gosh, fuck, fuck.” He repeated the movement, slowly picking up his pace. “Mmhgg.” His hand on your asscheek moves to your hips and grips tightly onto it. “Fuck.” He could see fingerprints forming on your asscheeks from where he had gripped.

“Fuck, kitten.” He moans, the sound of your wetness quickly filled the room along with your breathy moans and his moans. “Taking me so damn good, fuck, mmhm.” You could feel the tension in your abdomen returning each time he rolled his hips into yours, the sound of skin hitting against skin echoed around the room.

“Taemin… Fuck, Taem…” You moan, you could feel drool trickling down the side of your mouth before it dissolved into the duvet. “Hmm.” One of his hands slide up your side, he leans over you and wraps an arm around you, his hand covers one of your breasts before he pulled you up, pressing your back against his front, his fingers knead into your breast while he rolls his hips into yours. “Gaah, fuck, Taemin… Fuck, Taemin!”

“Fuck.” He moans into your ear. “I love hearing my name fall from your lips.” You tilt your head to the side, giving him more access. “Keep moaning my name, don’t stop.” You clench around him. “Fuck, do that again.” You feel his lips brush over your skin as he moves his head to the back of your shoulder, his lips press against your skin before he starts sucking on it.

“Fuck… Fuck, Taemin.” You moan as you lay your head back against his shoulder, with the added pleasure of his hand kneading into your breast you grew closer to your high. “Taemin, Fuck… hmm.” Your walls clench around his cock, milking him for an orgasm, your toes curl and your hands ball into a fist as you tried to find something to grab onto. “Taemin… Taemin, fuck, I’m… hmm, I’m gonna…” The tension inside you was growing quickly, your mind was slowly ascending into the clouds. “Fuck… cum.” His lips disappear from your shoulder, he leans forward not letting you go, you place your hands on the bed. “Fuck… nnghh.” He pulls out from you, you open your eyes, feeling empty without him inside you. “TAEMIN!” You felt his front still pressed against your back, his lips brush over your earlobe, the feeling of your high subsiding, your toes uncurl.

“Ride me, princess.” He whispers in your ear before moving away from you and laying down on the bed next to you, you stare at him for a moment before straddling his hips, you wrap your hand around his cock that was covered with your wetness and guide him to your entrance, you lower down on him and unwrap your hand once he was halfway inside you, you place your wet hand on his chest and lower down on him completely, you look up at him as you lift your hips. “That’s it, what a good kitten you are.” Your insides churn at the nickname and your walls clench around him. “Fuck, keep that up, and I won’t last long.” His hands move to your thighs and dig his fingers into your skin, you bounce up and down his cock, the coil in your abdomen returning.

“Fuck…” You moan, your eyes not leaving his, your breasts bounce with you as you ride him. “Taemin…” He sits up, causing his cock to shift inside you. “FUCK, TAEMIN!” His cock brush along your sweet spot inside you, he wraps an arm around you and kept one hand on your thigh, your hands move from his chest to his shoulders. “Fuck…” You rock your hips into his, your walls rapidly clenching around him.

“Keep doing that.” He whispers as he lays his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes. “Milk my cock for an orgasm.”

“Hmm… Taemin.” You moan before feeling his hand move from your thigh to between your legs, you feel his finger rest on your clit. “Fuck… Taem… Taemin.” He rubs circles over the nub, driving you closer to your high. “Fuck.” You couldn’t help it, as much as you wanted to keep looking into his eyes you couldn’t keep them open, you close them as a wave of pleasure crashes down on you, your toes curl as stars appear behind your eyelids, your body shakes as you release around his cock, a swell forms in the head of his cock as he feels your wetness increasing around him, his eyes roll to the back of your head before he closed them. “Mmh…” Your hips were slowing down.

“Fuck, baby…” He moans before laying down, pulling you down on top of him while opening his eyes, his finger disappears from your clit and he rolls you over letting you lay underneath him while going through your high, your hands fall away from his shoulders as he sits up on his knees and thrusts into you, feeling the swell in the head of his cock growing and growing. “Fuck, look at you, look how beautiful you look while making a mess on my cock.” His eyes didn’t leave your face, watching it as it distorts with pleasure. “Fuck.” You slowly open your eyes to look up at him. “FUCK!” The fucked-out look in your eyes sent him falling over the edge, the swell exploded and hot bursts of his cum coats your walls, he throws his head back and closes his eyes as he goes through his high.

“Look how good you look going through your high.” You whisper as you watch him, his hips gently rocks into yours as he eases himself through his high, soft whimpers escaping from his lips. “You look so fucking hot covered in sweat and whimpering.” His hips slowly come to a halt before burying his cock deep inside you. “Fuck.” He lifts his head and slowly opens his eyes to look down at you, you bite your bottom lip, seeing his black hair sticking to his forehead and some of it sticking up in some places. “Fuck.” He leans over and kisses you, tasting the sweat on your lips mixed with your release from when he last kissed you.

“Hmm.” He hums against your lips before pulling away, he pulls out from you and carefully climbs off the bed, you could feel the mix of your releases trickling from you and onto the bed. “You look hot each time I pull out from you.” He could see your walls clench at his words and smirks to himself. “You just love when I talk dirty to you like this.” He stood from the bed and carefully made his way to the bedroom door to open it for Kkoong.

“I’ll meet you in the bathroom.” You mutter as you sit upright, you move to the edge of the bed, your legs feeling like jelly.

“I wonder if Kkoongie’s still outside the door, do you think she got bored?” He asks as he opens the door, only to find that Kkoong had left, he turns around to look at you only for Kkoong to run into the room and look around. “I guess not.” She looks at you and then at Taemin before leaving the room, satisfied she now has access to the room also, you stood from the bed and made your way to the bathroom with Taemin not far behind you. "I have a question."

"Hmm?" You hum as enter the bathroom. "What is it?"

"Did Jimin ever make you feel that good?" He asks, you stop in your tracks and turn around to look at him.

"No." You answer. "Jimin didn't, and he certainly didn't leave almost thirty marks on me because he was jealous." You take a step closer to him. "He can't be compared to you, you're just too damn good."

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Smile Fuck For The Cameras

I wrote this about a few months ago, I just didn’t know when to post it, this is for all the Taemin stans! Enjoy ❤️

Pornstar!Taemin x Pornstar!Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Pornstar scenes, heavy makeout, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, slight nipple play, cumplay, cumshot, oral (male and female receiving)

“(Y/n)! We need you on set!” The director yelled. “She’s ready!” Your makeup artist yelled back. You began to walk onto the set, your normal outfit was nothing more than a red crop top, really high shorts, and red vans. As you stood beside the director, you looked at the set, it was a pretty normal house that the production team rented for this shoot. The first scene started in the kitchen, then went to the bedroom were you would create the scenes with your costar Taemin.

You were a new porn actress and this was your first real scene, you started out as a cam-girl before you were offered to do real scenes. Taemin was in the industry longer than you, three years actually. With his beautiful face, perfect body, and big dick, he was a shoe in for being named one of the hottest male pornstars. It made you a bit nervous being with someone so experienced while you didn’t really have any. Without any second thought, the director called Taemin and Seulgi onto the set.

“Taemin! Seulgi!” He yelled. Soon after, the two finally scurried towards the set. You all greeted each other, trying to be more comfortable, then Taemin couldn’t take his eyes off of you, he bit his plump lip, his eyes practically undressing you with his eyes.

“Okay, let’s get this started, try to remember your lines, we’ll start in the kitchen with Seulgi and (Y/n), and Taemin comes in when it’s his cue. Remember (Y/n) you’re Seulgi’s best friend, Taemin you’re Seulgi’s new stepbrother, now everyone into position.” The director commanded. The description was pretty basic, Seulgi and Taemin were step siblings and you were Seulgi’s best friend who Taemin takes interest in. Besides the cringy lines, it was a pretty standard and simple porn shoot, and a great way to get your name into the industry. As you and Seulgi stood in the kitchen, Taemin waited in the hallway for his cue, everything was in place and ready to be filmed.

“Ready, Action!” The director yelled.

“Have you ever thought about getting your boobs done?” Seulgi asked you. “I have, I don’t know, but I wouldn’t want them to be bigger than a D cup, but it would be interesting to try them out.” You giggled. “Anyways, how’s life?” You asked. “It’s actually going good as long as I don’t run into my stepbrother.” Seulgi rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, he’s not that bad is he?” “Not that bad, he act’s like he owns the place, he eats all the food, plays his music all night, and he once fucked some girl and she was so loud I couldn’t get any sleep.” Seulgi complains. “I mean I understand, your brother’s pretty hot not gonna lie.” You smirked. “Eww, he’s not cute, I can’t believe you said that.” “Yeah okay, but you only see him this way because he’s your step brother.” You replied. “Nope even if he wasn’t, never in a million years would I consider Taemin attractive.” She said in disgust. On cue, Taemin walks in to position.

“Hey creature, hey (Y/n).” He said referring to you and Seulgi. “Fuck you.” Seulgi said. “Hey Taemin.” You smiled. “What are you guys talking about?” Taemin asked. “Stuff that doesn’t concern you whatsoever, besides you don’t want to hear us talk about girl stuff.” Seulgi responded. “Whatever, I’m sure (Y/n) would like my company.” He said sitting down next to you at the island. “You look nice today.” Taemin said pinching your side. “Thank you, you look good too.” You smiled. “Ugh, (Y/n) you don’t have to be nice to him, he doesn’t deserve it.” Seulgi said glaring. “You know I think this kitchen would be much more lively if it didn’t have your attitude in it.” Taemin replied. “Whatever, I have to go to the store and pick some groceries up since you ate them all, please be nice and keep (Y/n) comfortable while I’m gone meaning don’t bother her.” Seulgi spoke. “Please, she’s in good hands.” Taemin replied pulling you into a side hug, his hand just above your ass. Seulgi nods before exiting the house heading to the store.

“Thank God she’s gone.” Taemin said. “Why do you both have to bicker so much?” You asked giggling. “Maybe because we’re both fighting for your attention.” He suggests. “What? No, you are both good friends of mine.” You replied standing up to go to the fridge for water. “Oh please, Seulgi can’t stand to see you with me she hates when you’re attention is on me.” He spoke. “Well you are an interesting person.” You commented. Taemin bit his lip looking at you bending down in the fridge for a water bottle, your ass hanging out of your shorts. He moved closer to you cornering you at the fridge. As you stood up with the water in your hand you were shocked to see Taemin standing right behind you. “Well if Seulgi would let me near you, I could show you how interesting I can really be.” Taemin smirked. “Well, Seulgi’s not here is she?” You asked drinking some of your water. “You’re right she’s not, so I guess she can’t stop me doing this.” Taemin took the water from your hand before placing it on the counter and smashing his lips into yours.

The kiss made you melt, his plump lips were perfect for kissing. His hands were set on your waist before the quickly moved to your ass. Your hands were still placed against the counter as he trapped you in with his body. Taemin pushed his tongue into your tongue dominating you already. He explored your mouth as you were both getting turned on from each other. He pulled away biting your lip slightly staring into your eyes.

“Fuck me.” You whined. Taemin nodded picking you up and carrying you upstairs to his room. Finally in the large room with the king sized bed in the middle, Taemin threw you on the bed as you kicked off your shoes ready to have sex with him. He began to kiss your neck before going back up to your lips giving you small pecks teasing you. Taemin moved his hands to feel you through your top, you wore no bra so you could easily feel his thumbs swiping over your now hardened nipples. Taemin began to reach for the end of your top pulling it over your head as he now saw your bare breasts on display for him.

“Such pretty tits baby.” He smirked before using his thumb and index finger to tug on the hardened nipple. He bent down and took your other one into his mouth causing you to mewl. He looked up at you as his tongue and fingers pleased your nipples in a satisfying way. The tugs, nibbles, and licks were sending shockwaves to your core. Your hands flew to his hair as he switched to your other nipple, giving it some attention as well. Taemin sat up, giving a full view the large bulge that stood to attention in his pants. You pushed Taemin down, switching positions as you climbed on top of Taemin, grinding down on his bulge making him issue a groan.

“Fuck.” Taemin panted as you swiveled your hips on his, you leaned down to kiss him once more before you moved down to the front of the bed and undid his jeans, as soon as you did, his cock sprung up, and your eyes were wide. He was even bigger in person than what you’ve seen him do on the screen. “Fuck so big.” You said. You took his hard cock into your hands. You pumped him softly, Taemin groaned, and as soon as you heard that reply, you went ahead and took him into your mouth.

Taemin let out a huge groan as he felt your mouth wrap around his cock, you enjoyed the feeling of having him in your mouth. You were so focused on sucking him off, you literally forgot there were cameras filming you two, you were pretty much drunk off of his dick.

You continued to suck him off, taking more of him in your mouth, Taemin’s moans got louder each time you moved your head down. You started to move your hand up and down faster, matching it with your mouth, once you did that, you looked up at Taemin’s reactions, he looked really hot, you could see why he was so popular in the industry, his sounds and expressions were so sexy.

You started to use your free hand to massage his balls, making him pull your hair a little harder, his cock began to twitch in your mouth, signaling that he was ready to release. You continued to suck on him more, you hallowed out your cheeks, and as soon as you did that Taemin began to cum in your mouth. His cum going down your throat, his groans and pants got you so wet you didn’t even know how to explain it. Once he finished, you sat back up, your eyes locked with his, as you showed your face to him, sticking your tongue out while it was covered with his cum, the camera getting a perfect angle of it as you did so.

Soon after, you swallowed his cum, the thick liquid, giving you a warm feeling as it went down your throat. Taemin didn’t give you enough time to gather yourself before he pushed you down again, pulling down your shorts showing your glistening wet pussy. Taemin licked his lips before diving in immediately, licking your pussy from your slit up to your clit. He continued this action two more times before latching his mouth to your sensitive bud.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned. Taemin sucked on your clit as if he was a starved man, your body quivering at the cold room and the harsh sucking of Taemin’s tongue. So many Pornstars that you talked to before had said that he had a magic tongue, and they were right. You could feel every part of his talented tongue moving around, your lips quivering at how good it feels.

Taemin then moved his tongue to lick all over the insides of your pussy, spelling his name into your clit, before slowly licking down to your entrance before he pushed his wet muscle into you. “Uh right there!” You whimpered. Taemin took heed of your reaction and moved his tongue in and out of you, the camera getting a close up of the action. You were super close, you gripped onto Taemin’s hair as he continued to tongue fuck you, the camera panned to your face as you began to grind on his tongue making Taemin groan into you. In an instant, you threw yourself over the edge, releasing on Taemin’s tongue.

Taemin moaned into your pussy as you came, your eyes closed as your body shook, moaning out loud. Taemin held your hips down as you came, not wanting you to shake too much as he cleaned your juices that you created from said arousal. As you calmed down, Taemin cleaned the rest of your juices before he sat back up, hovering over you to kiss your lips.

“Fuck me, Seulgi will be here any second.” You begged. Taemin nodded his head before removing his shirt, you stared hard at his solid abs before he quickly pulled you on top of him. You lined yourself up with his cock before slowly sitting down as his cock stretched you out.

“Fuck!” You whined. Taemin’s cock stretched you out as you slowly began to move up and down on it. You whined and whimpers where music to his ears as tried to get Taemin and yourself off. He was really big and you could feel every inch of him inside you. His hands fondled your breasts as he pinched your nipples sending shock waves to your pussy. You were determined to cum, wanting to make sure your pussy was well taken care of before Seulgi came back and you would end up loosing all the feeling and attention your pussy was receiving.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, you’re so desperate to get off aren’t you? You don’t want my sister; your best friend to know what we’re doing? You don’t want her to see how much of a slut you are for my cock?” Taemin said in his smooth voice. His moans and grunts were already doing enough to you, but to also add in dirty talk, that could make you cum in an instant.

“Ahh, Taemin!” You squealed when Taemin began to thrust up into you, loving how your juices flowed down on his cock. His hands snaked down from your waist to your ass, smacking the smooth skin as you ground your hips into his trying to chase your high. All of a sudden, Taemin flipped you over, his dick never leaving your pussy as he began to thrust into you again, this time with brutal force.

“Shit!” You panted. Taemin brought your leg up to his shoulder to pound into you harder. This new found angle was enough to send you wailing as he found your g-spot as he dwelled harder into you. “Fuck right there!” You mewled. Taemin smirked as he threw his head back, eyes closed as he was near his peak, sweat coated his chest and forehead as he glistened in the room. The more you watched Taemin, the more you realized that your orgasm was near.

“Ah, I’m gonna cum!” You exclaimed. His thrusts never stopped, his hips just sent you into a frenzy as you moaned loudly, releasing on his dick, you cried out his name as you released on his cock, your head thrown back as your orgasm washed over you finally past your peak. Taemin was close as well, his moans became more longing as he continued to thrust, sending you into overstimulation. He watched how your tits bounced at his thrusts and was close and ready to cum inside you until he had an idea.

“Can I cum on your face?” He questioned. With no hesitation you nodded your head yes making Taemin eagerly pull out of you and you swiftly got down on your knees. Taemin leaned over you as you put him to your mouth one last time time, tasting your juices on his cock. As you took him out of your mouth, Taemin began to jerk his cock in front of you, eyes lulling back as he pumped his cock fast. You looked up at him with doe eyes as he groaned wanting to cum. You moved your hand to his thigh, inching it further to his pelvis, with the slight rub of his balls Taemin released his hot cum against your face.

Your eyes were shut, and you could only rely on your other senses to describe the moment. Taemin’s moans were music your ears as he released his cum right on your face, some of his cum leaked to your lips, and you had no hesitation whatsoever to lick you cum stained lips tasting his cum quickly. Taemin saw your face and was instantly aroused. His cum moved quickly as it stained your tits dripping down on the plump flesh.

As you wiped the cum away from your eye, you open them taking in Taemin’s stance. His eyes were still lustful, and his cock still rock hard as he saw most of your face and chest stained with cum, as he pulled you up he instantly went in for a kiss, his cock pressing against your sensitive pussy making you whine. “I wanna fuck you again.” Taemin said, but as soon as you were ready to pounce on him, Seulgi walked in.

“Hey guys, I’m- what the fuck!?” She exclaimed, making both of you turn around looking guilty as ever. “Remind to never leave the two of you alone again!” She said as she stormed off not wanting to look at the two of you naked and covered in Taemin’s release.

“And cut!” The crew clapped as the scene ended. The stylist gave you and Taemin robes to cover your bodies, and a wet towel to wipe your face and chest. “That was really great! You guys take a fifteen, and after that I’ll let you see the footage.” The director said. You and Taemin walked back to where the dressing rooms are talking about the scene.

“You were great.” You said. “Thanks it really means a lot, you were awesome too.” He replied. “Yeah, but not as good as me, especially when you came up with that “I wanna fuck you again” line, that wasn’t even in the script, and delivered it perfectly!” You praised. “Well of course, that’s because I really wanna fuck you again.” He explained, the deepness in his voice was very arousing, he definitely not lying or joking, and it was enough to have you wet again in an instant. Barking up the courage, you gave him an idea.

“Come to my dressing room and show me how much you wanna fuck me again.” You smirked. Taemin smirked back, eyes filled with lust again as he answered. “I’d be happy to.” He said as you both quickly ran into your dressing room.

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Lovesickness - Taemin Oneshot

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Pairing: Taemin (SHINee) x OC (Story is written in 2nd person)

Genre: Explicit, angst

Word Count: 3.2k words

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Summary:

Taemin's been so busy with his comebacks and you're annoyed at Taemin for accidentally locking Ddaeng in the bathroom all day. He doesn't take your annoyance well, but he makes up for it in the morning. Basically, smut with a little plot.

I'm back with a one shot, finally! It's been a while since I've posted anything but here we are~.

I do not own Taemin or his cats and this is just fiction.

I've got some stories in the making that are coming along well, so I hope everyone looks forward to them🌸

I'd like to thank @skzhocomments for being my beta reader (she's got really good stories).

Please enjoy!

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Lovesickness

Taemin’s been working so hard for his next comeback and so hard it seems as if he’s forgotten about you. You watch him as he comes back every day and chucks himself into bed and then you watch him leave in the morning after having a shower. As much as you love him, you hate being forgotten but you don’t want to get in between him and his work. It’s always been like that. And you would lose against his work anyway. It’s his life. You once asked him if he lives to work or works to live and he did not say the latter. The balance is unhealthy and his work is his priority at the moment so you just have to wait and try not to get pissed off. But you feel neglected in every way possible. You still remember his last solo comeback and the stress from it, Never Gonna Dance Again : Act 2 and then he went to the military. You were so excited for him to come back home and spend time with you. You missed him so much that it felt like hell. But SM got more of him than you have in years because then there was Hard and now there's Guilty. And you feel guilty for wanting him to stop working on it and just come and smother you in affection.

You feel stupid for not having noticed it earlier, for being so close-minded that you had observed the life of being with an idol only superficially. If you had known, then you doubt you would have rejected Taemin’s advances or his proposal anyway, but you wish you knew what you were getting yourself into from the get-go. He had a way to charm; he was cheeky and cute and his smile had this boyish charm to it. Now he’s like a brick wall, unsociable, and everything you say to him only receives one word answers. You never know if he’s actually listening to you and it frustrates you to no end.

The look Kkong gives you and the nudge of her head tells you to get out of your head and feed her. Because you may as well be the catsitter, the amount of communication you get from Taemin. So you do. You get up, grab the cat's food bowls and walk into the kitchen. As you open the cupboard, you let out a long sigh, grabbing the wet food and emptying it into the bowls. Kkong is already at your feet so you bend down and let her eat as you run your hand along her body. Ddaeng is nowhere to be seen so you call out for him and when he doesn’t come, you worry. You put the food bowl down on the side and start walking around the apartment, calling his name frantically like a lunatic. When you get to the bedroom, you hear a muffled meow from the bathroom so you open it quickly. Ddaeng is sat there looking up at you and you swear you’re going to kill Taemin. You left before him today because you had extra work to catch up on. So that means Ddaeng’s been stuck in the bathroom all day. You bend down to pick up your baby and talk to him, telling him it’s okay and then walk to the kitchen with him in your arms, popping him down on the counter and letting him eat on there. He deserves it after the day he had.

You sit back down on the sofa and turn on the TV, staring at it completely immersed in thought and you just can’t believe Taemin had locked Ddaeng in the bathroom. You stew on it and get angrier and angrier, minutes of stewing turn into hours and during that time, Kkong and Ddaeng come and busy themselves in your lap. The sound of the door pin being inserted and the door opening catches your attention. Taemin comes in silence and ignores you, walking straight to the bedroom after he changed his shoes to slippers.

You turn off the TV and grab both cats, one under each arm, earning a squeak from Kkong, which you are quick to apologise for. Taemin is already face planted on the bed, clothes unchanged: messy hair, which is now brown and long, one slipper hanging on for its dear life, a white wrinkled t-shirt with sweat stains from dancing, and grey joggers—joggers that left nothing to the imagination—and you just couldn’t help but stare and then tell yourself off for thinking things that were so not appropriate for your mood. Blinking in disbelief, you walk over to the bed and sit down, letting the babies free as they prance over to Taemin. You can’t help but call them traitors in your head. “Taemin?” you say, trying to take the edge off your voice.

He lifts his head only slightly before making a grunt and lazily stretching his hand out to pet the cat. You smile, hoping the lingering side-eye you give him warns of best behaviour. “Ddaeng was stuck in the bathroom all day.” You tell him, trying to swallow down the venom that is coating your tongue.

“Why?”

Inexplicable fury blooms in your chest. "YOU—" You need to calm down if you want this conversion to go anywhere. “You trapped him in there. I know you don’t care about me, but you could at least care about the cats!”

He sighs. “He’s fine, though.” Taemin's apathetic behaviour irritates you and a scream is threatening to come out, clawing its way up your throat. You hold it in and put your head in your hands at wit’s ends.

"Still, you need to be responsible. He’s a cat, not a human. If he’s stuck, he can’t get out, and he could have hurt himself trying.” You say reproachfully, stuck on the fact that he won’t just say sorry and that he won’t do it again.

Taemin sits up suddenly and shoots you a glare, brat, and he walks off to the bathroom. You hear him turn on the water and brush his teeth and you can’t get over the fact that he just walked off and glared at you. Taemin has always been like this; he always sulks when being told off and never takes responsibility for his actions. At first, you thought it was cute. He’d pout and pout and wrinkle his nose until you let it go without an apology. But you got sick of it soon because he wouldn’t let it go if it was the other way around. Whatever, you also need to brush your teeth, so you follow, and when you get in the bathroom, you open your mouth to tell him to give your tooth brush, but he cuts you off, starting harshly, “Stop going on about it. I just want to go to sleep. Just-ease up.” ending tiredly.

So you say nothing and somehow your heart clenches and you feel it throbbing. through your body resonating in your chest and you think you heard it crack. No, it is just the toothpaste lid. Taemin’s gotten your tooth brush and put a pea of toothpaste on it. He shoves it into your hand and you start brushing your teeth mechanically, like a robot. But, even after brushing your teeth, you still have a bitter taste lingering in your mouth.

When you’re both done, neither of you speak and you both get into bed, turning away from each other like a brick wall has been put up. It fucking hurts. It hurts more to cry. More, because Taemin knows. He can hear each breath as it's hiccuped out of your chest, and if you tried to hold it, he’d listen to your silence instead, and in the end, maybe you would explode all over him. You can’t hold this in forever. You can’t feel neglected forever and never say anything; maybe you’re just being dramatic. But still, it hurts.

In the morning, you’re woken up by lazy, clumsy kisses peppered all over your face. You barely open your eyes, squinting at the light coming through the bedroom window. You squirm and try to turn over, still upset over last night but Taemin’s hand on your waist stops you and pulls a squeak out of your mouth and you’re slammed back on your back after not getting very far out at all. He pushes himself up against your side, flush against you, and you can feel him.

His peppered kisses turn into sloppy, wet, open-mouthed ones, trailing down your neck as his hand carefully pulls up your top and trails his hand over your stomach, humming into your neck in delight. Your body is flushing hot with arousal; you have missed Taemin. Every part of him—his virility, his soft lips, and his dick. It has been so long; you felt like a nun living in celibacy.

He nibbles lightly on the skin of your collarbone before licking a stripe up your neck and nibbling on your ear. His hand travels down to your heat and he chuckles and takes his hand out of the equation. “Wet already? Did you dream of me.” Smug and confident, he whispered it in your ear. And you can’t speak completely under his spell, heart pounding, with no coherent sentences ready to be formed.

When he finally detaches from your neck, he’s on his next conquest, mouthing all around your breasts, sucking, and biting, and you find it hard to stay still. You squirm and writhe but he holds you still, hands on your hips so brusingly tight. He looks up, lust and hunger in his gaze and smirks. He finds it so funny. Taemin loves teasing you; he treats it like a sport when he can. He gets back to work and lays his tongue flat on your nipple, licking a line and then twirling his tongue around it, his teeth barely nipping. And you whine, jutting your hips up, wanting some release for your core—something to fill you up hot and heavy.

Taemin bathes in the sounds you make; he loves hearing them so he rewards you with a kiss so soft compared to the grip he has on you and you want more; you need to feel that connection. You wonder if you’re the only one whos been sexually frustrated because somehow Taemin is fine apart from his throbbing boner, hot and hard on the side of your thigh, a type of self-control that is inexplicable. You cry out, wanting more of his lips on yours so you reach for his long hair and yank it slightly, unsure if he’d like it. However, you’re pleasantly surprised when he lets out a low growl and his pupils expand. You marvel in amazement.

“So needy,” Taemin tutted and bent down, nipping on your bottom lip and dipping the tip of his tongue between your lips and you relish in his mouth, nibbling and sucking on his top lip and letting out a deep, content breath out of your nose. Your fingers slide in deeper, tangling in his soft, messy hair, surrounding them in his hair and jerking lightly, making the erection between his legs throb against your thigh. You feel like you are in a daze, eyes closed, lips moving lazily against Taemin’s.

Taemin moves away from the kiss and slides his hand into your pyjama shorts and he slowly circles around your clit, sending white heat all over. You move your hands from his hair and grab Taemin's shirt; you know not to interrupt his teasing, your hands twisted up and twisting up further in the white cloth as he uses his other hand to fill your mouth with his fingers, making you moan and your eyes roll back. Taemin loves watching you; he loves voyeurism; he gets off on it; he loves videoing, making sex tapes only to watch them over and over on tour, getting lost in your sounds, face, and body. He once told you that you’re face was perfect for porn. You were offended at first but he explained that you look ethereal while he’s ploughing you in.

Taemin dips his fingers down and teases your hole, dipping in and out of it as you nibble on his finger, wanting him to speed up. But he didn't; instead, he pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, pressing on the back of your tongue, making you gag, and pulling a deep breathy chuckle from Taemin’s lips. “Calm down,” he demands, with a smile playing on his lips. He is so cruel, but you can’t lie and say it doesn’t get you off. He slips his finger into your hole, finding that spongy flesh and fingering in and out, hitting the right spot over and over as his thumb rubs circles around your clit. Then another finger inside you, in and out.

“Please,” you beg, pulling Taemin’s top over his head and losing him for a second. He smirks at you and pulls his boxers off.

Before you knew what was going on, Taemin had pulled his fingers out, pulled your shorts off, and grabbed your hips as he bent your legs and as he settled down into you, a string of curses and a deep grunt fell out of his mouth as he closed his eyes for a second, letting the feeling take over his body. The feeling was almost too intense, electricity sprialing from your feet to your head, your thoughts clouded, and your pussy desperately begging for some movement as you clenched around him. Taemin seemed to know what you wanted, his hips rolling in one swift motion, thighs pressing against your arse, and his short fingernails lightly scratching over your skin as his fingers dug in.

“I missed you,” Taemin groaned lowly as you gaze at his dick, appearing and disappearing inside of you again and again, the view being the most pleasurable thing you have seen in a while. You have spent so much time watching porn in the past few months that you feel overwhelmed to see a real dick going in and out of you, toes curling into the sheets as you try to not cum straight away.

“You too,” you manage to mumble in a half moan, voice trembling, hands clawing Taemin’s back as you want him deeper inside you. Taemin tries not to let you have your way, but seeing you move so sensually, lifting your hips to try and get him in deeper, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth, eyes hazy and glazed, and strands of hair falling into your face and sticking slightly as small beads of sweat have started forming at your hairline. It makes it hard for him to keep the pace slow.

You have to admit that the sight of Taemin is very appealing—the best view you ever had the honour of seeing. His back feels very soft and taut beneath your palms, making you want to continue touching him, explore the lines of muscles and relearn his body all over again.

“You said I don’t care about you. Do you feel cared for now?” Taemin teases as he takes his dick out of you and before you can whine, he pushes his dick back into your entrance and snaps his hips into you suddenly making you breathless and sending prickles of heat through your body. You run your tongue over your body lip, feeling dry from marvelling up at Taemin because he looks so good right now—golden skin droplets of sweat falling down his face, beautifully catching at his philtrum, making you want to lick it. Such a strong carnal urge takes over you as you grab the back of his head and pull him down into a kiss, not wanting to listen to him talk any more.

Taemin lifts your legs up to his shoulders, making an amazing deepness hitting that spot over and over again. The angle is nearly too much for you, as Taemin leans from the kiss and starts playing with your clit, making you clench around him and earning a groan, sending you off a cliff. You can feel Taemin’s weight inside you; his thrusts are getting more intense and sharp, building up, pushing you down into the mattress; the pressure inside you is building up and the muscles in your abdomen are contracting. Your brain is not functioning fully under the influence of arousal and Taemin. You can feel your orgasm about to come crashing, heart pounding insanely in your chest, feeling like it was about to crack a rib.

Your head lolling back, eyes closed so you don’t have to see how erotic Taemin looks, and your spine arching, welcoming Taemin in deeper as the pressure builds up, coiling, and you’re so close, heavily panting, your nails scratching at his back as you try and take the pounding.

Taemin’s groans and teasing words rolling like waves straight to your core, as he speeds up faster chasing his own orgasm, you take your hands and grab the sheets as he’s pounding you up the bed and white stars flashed behind your eyes as you came undone. Taemin’s relentless pounding didn’t stop; instead, he groans as you tighten and spasm under him, letting out helpless cries and he rides you out on your orgasm. “Look at me,” he instructs, his voice so gruff and demanding that you can’t help but oblige. He whispers dirty, sweet nothings, and then his orgasm hits him hard as his body tenses up, mouth parted open, moans falling out, and his forehead creases, making him look so beautiful and fucked out as sweat drips down his golden chest and his slightly pink face glows in the sun that is cascading through the window.

He clings to you, laboured breaths hitting your lips, his forehead pressed against yours and his eyes so glassy as he looks into your eyes lovingly. “I love you,” he laughs lowly and pulls you towards him, his tongue slowly licking along your bottom lip and then giving you a proper kiss. The kiss is sweet. Taemin places his hand on your cheek as he pulls himself out, sending shivers down your spine and pulling staggered moans from him.

He lays down next to you and pulls your head to play on his chest as you listen to his heart pounding. You look up at him. “I love you too, but what was that for?” you ask cheekily.

“I’m sorry for being a dick; you know what I get like during a comeback but it doesn’t mean you should get used to it. I’ll try and get better, more tolerable, and treat you better. Also, where is your engagement ring?” He apologises and stokes strands of hair out of your face.

“Your maid took it off while cleaning,” You tell him, insinuating that you are his maid, which, he doesn’t find funny. He pouts so you press up on one of your hands to get closer to his face and press a soft kiss to his lips as you say, “I hope you do. What time is it, by the way?”

He stretches his arm out and grabs his phone, checking the time: “five-forty-five.”

Your eyes pop out of your head as you moan, “I could have been sleeping; why’d you get me up so early?"

“You weren’t moaning about the time ten minutes ago," he tells you and you can't help but laugh at him and snuggle into his chest as he strokes your hair.

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