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[yootaesowlwrites]

Are You Trying To Seduce Me? - Lee Taemin

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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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[mykoreanlove]

i am beyond ✨delulu✨ for this man

“Y/N! Baby! Love of my life! Y/N!”

Taemin’s longing calls filled the whole apartment.

It had been a lazy day for both of you; you had not even bothered to leave the bed.

“I’m coming!”, you screamed back, hoping he’d hear you in the other room.

You smiled to yourself as you applied the vanilla-scented lotion all over your body, taking your time to pamper yourself some more. You deeply inhaled the scent and reveled in the feelings it gave you. Safety, comfort, and love, just like Taemin did.

The look in the mirror confirmed it beautifully – you were glowing, radiating with love and happiness like never before.

“Y/N!”

You shook your head laughing and put on a silky robe, making your way over to your bratty boyfriend.

It was dark as the sun had already set but the golden fairy lights he had put up in the whole apartment guided you on your way to him.

Taemin sat on the leather couch, eagerly waiting for you. He wasn’t wearing anything but grey sweats, showing off his upper body deliciously.

His eyes glowed as brightly as the fairy lights as he finally saw you.

“Y/N!”, he smiled happily.

You walked over to him with the biggest smile on your lips, eternally grateful to be loved like that.

Taemin’s eyes didn’t leave you as you walked over to him, quite the opposite actually. He was looking you up and down, gracefully admiring what was his.

You sat down on his lap and brushed away his dark, long hair, exposing his beautiful features even more.

“Why did you call me?”, you whispered innocently.

His hands roamed your body cautiously, treating your delicate skin like marble. Soon after, they landed forcefully on your ass, squeezing, and pulling you closer to him.

“I just missed you too much.”, he answered truthfully.

“We spent the whole day fucking and you still miss me?”, you laughed out loud.

“Technically, it wasn’t the whole day”, he whispered while looking into your eyes deeply. “Let’s make it that though.”

You placed a soft kiss on his plush lips while mumbling.

“You’re insatiable, Lee Taemin.”

Taemin broke the kiss and looked at you, hands at your sides squeezing.

“How could I not be when it’s you, y/n?”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, once again, you were falling for him.

Your lips crashed onto each other, hungrily longing for more.

Wandering hands, grazing teeth, soft lips, and dirty kisses – Taemin loved you in the same way he performed his music: artistically and eclectically.

You were grinding on him, feeling the hard bulge against your throbbing core.

His hands wandered to the front of your robe, untying the knot, and slipping it off your shoulders.

“That’s a very pretty gown, baby. But it looks better on the floor if you ask me.”

You chuckled as you slid it off entirely, exposing your nude body to him.

His eyes widened once more, admiring every single inch of you. Even though he had seen you naked millions of times, he was still taken aback by it. He never made you feel ordinary or taken for granted, no, he made you feel like a precious gem, like something you would die for.

“I was right. You look way better without it.”, he mused.

He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“Taste so good”, he mumbled against your skin.

He buried his head into your neck and inhaled your scent.

“Smell so good”, he muttered quietly.

Taemin loved praising you, whereas you loved the feeling of being praised. His worship got to your head, turning you into a throbbing mess.

“Taemin”, you whined as you circled your hips once more.

“What is it? Is my baby needy?”

You cried out in frustration, needing him right this instant.

His eyes wandered to his crotch, smirking while doing so. The area was dark grey, proof of how needy you truly were.

He shook his head in fake disapproval and looked at you once more.

“So needy for me, huh? Leaking on my sweatpants like that?”

Your cheeks turned rosy, slightly embarrassed by your actions.

“Adorable”, he muttered under his breath as he saw you get shy and look down.

“You really need me that badly, huh?”

You nodded again. With a swift motion he got up from the couch while still holding you, walking towards the bedroom once more.

“Can’t say no to that, can I?”

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[imaginidol]

Taemin: Stars Under the Rain

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He giggles again and pulls his hoodie over his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me what you think,” you reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What am I missing?”

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

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

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

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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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Shinee Masterlist

Key: [F=Fluff, S=Smut/Suggestive, A=Angst, H=Humor, P=Platonic, T=Thriller]

Jinki/Onew

Page 270 [F]

Kibum/Key

Let Me See [S] - 0.0k - Your boss reads your dirty thoughts about him in the diary you left behind.

Page 192

Minho

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Taemin

Enchanted [T/S] - 0.0k - House-sitting for your uncle takes a deadly turn upon the night of a blood moon. Your only hope lies in the hands of a stranger who isn’t what he seems.

Page 156 [F]

Headcanons

Turn Ons & Kinks [S]

"The most beautiful thing in all the world is right now. This moment. You. Don’t ever forget that." ~Jonghyun (banner by @classicscreations​​, thank you indi! 🥹)

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

Masterlist

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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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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[sighingsiren-tales]

Just like the Roman Empire

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

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

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“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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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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Onjongtae; Plant Gay; PG

jinx being a plant research center museum whatever field trip guide and jongtae are hot chaperons : ) "Wuh–hmm? Oh. Yes?" Jinki schools his face into his calm and collected mask, the one he puts on when he's leading around the elementary school kids, the one that says I am totally cool and unaffected and maybe a little bored and absolutely not freaking out right now. It's been his only saving grace, that he can control his face so well, this entire time. And especially now, because the hot plant gay’s smile is lopsided and their eyebrow is raised and their two lower lip piercings sparkle in the light as they hold out their clipboard.

Jinki knows that he did a lot to himself when he took this job. Lead guide for the educational games at the community gardening center. He put himself in a position where the opportunity to start infodumping about chlorophyll and photosynthesis and soil quality presents itself several times daily but he can never actually start talking about it at length. He made it so that he has to explain rules and deliver a script to elementary school children, his biggest weakness, one day a week. He locked himself into waking up at 6a.m. Every day because he decided to take the morning shift instead of the afternoon for no reason. 

All of that he's been able to deal with because he likes his job and it pays him far more than the peanuts his last job paid him. But he thinks today has really been the icing on the cake in terms of damage done to himself by his own choices.

Hot plant gay. Two hot plant gays. His age, one of them with a billion bangles around their wrists and pins stuck on their denim jacket, their big eyes alight with excitement, their long pretty red hair falling around their face. The other one in a black hoodie that has to be a size too small with the way it clings to their waist, is filled out by their broad shoulders, the sleeves pulled up to reveal strong, tattooed forearms, their smile as dazzling as all of the piercings in their ears, all under a delicate mop of soft pink hair.

The pair of them, tagging along with this group of teenagers on a Thursday field trip, bumping hips and linking pinkies and in their own little world. They have to be chaperones, but clearly they're taking that responsibility lightly as they work through each of the activities together. So far they've identified the healthiest soil sample out of ten, demonstrated very good tiny seedling hole digging technique, and sorted potted plants from just sprouted to ready to be moved to a new home. And the entire time, it has been a fucking struggle for Jinki to pay attention to anyone else in his tour group.

He's doing his best to offer help where it's needed, supervise, explain each little test and be a fair and unbiased judge when everyone shows him their work, but it's just. So hard. It's just so hard when these two absolute babes are there in the corner of his eye the entire time, looking like that. And it's so hard because the little redhead especially is so good at everything. They’ve gotten perfect scores on every activity, and now, as everyone else is scratching their heads over what chemical compound of fertilizer and plant food will most help with the sad little tomato plant on display, Jinki can already tell that they're moving with confidence and genuine compassion.

Jinki can also tell that the way they gently hold the tomato plant’s leaves in their small hand and pout is entirely too adorable for his heart.

So adorable, in fact, that Jinki is so busy watching them that he does not even register the other one walking straight up to him. Not until they tap the back of his hand with the corner of their clipboard and say, “hey, uh, ‘scuse me?"

"Wuh–hmm? Oh. Yes?" Jinki schools his face into his calm and collected mask, the one he puts on when he's leading around the elementary school kids, the one that says I am totally cool and unaffected and maybe a little bored and absolutely not freaking out right now. It's been his only saving grace, that he can control his face so well, this entire time. And especially now, because the hot plant gay’s smile is lopsided and their eyebrow is raised and their two lower lip piercings sparkle in the light as they hold out their clipboard.

"Yeah, I'm done," they say, shrugging. Jinki raises his own eyebrow, surprised. Already? This is the hard activity, the one people always spend the most time on. It's chemistry, technically, which always throws people for a loop when they come here expecting to just be messing around in the dirt. Jinki glances down at their paper, looking for the right question. Maybe they're just really good at chemistry, or–i can't do math lol is written down in their quick, messy handwriting.

Involuntarily, Jinki snorts. He brings his hand up to cover his mouth and nose to hide it, but he starts laughing after, and he's always had a laugh that can't be contained. The hot plant gay just smiles that lopsided smile back, hands in their pockets, shoulders shrugged up high, bottom lip caught between their teeth. Shaking his head, Jinki fans himself with their clipboard.

"Well," he says, "Jonghyun," he adds with a glance up at the top of the paper, "you know what?" he asks. Clicking open his pen, he writes a big 0.5 next to the question. "Half points for being honest," he smiles, handing Jonghyun the clipboard back. 

"Oh, fuck yeah," Jonghyun whispers, his grin suddenly boxy and taking up his entire face. Jinki chuckles, running his hand through his hair. Outwardly, he's fond, amused, but on the inside, he's suffering. Jonghyun can't be hot and cute. This is so not fair.

"Do you want help, like, genuinely?" he asks before he can get too caught up in his feels. He smiles his best customer service smile. "It's what I'm here for." 

"Oh, no, no thanks," Jonghyun says, shaking their head. "I will… start crying." They pause in the middle of their sentence and look up at the ceiling, rock back on their heels, draw out the “L” in "will" like they're thinking hard about something to change their answer to, but when they finish, they're smiling and shrugging like it's not a big deal anyway. "Legitimately. I'm not friends with math. Taemie does all of the math for both of us." They point with their thumb over their shoulder towards the other hot plant gay.

“Taemie... Taemin." That's the other one's name. Jinki remembers seeing it at the top of their paper now. Taemin is still working out the problem, chewing on the end of their pencil as they point at different little bottles of fertilizer and liquid and consult the chart on the table.

"Yeah," Jonghyun says. They turn fully to look and when they do, Jinki just catches their smile turning into something soft, something mushy, something enamored. "Isn't he soooo cute and handsome and beautiful?" they ask. 

Well, Jinki thinks, that sure is a concise way of putting everything he's been thinking since these two showed up. He swallows, not sure if Jonghyun wants him to agree or if they're just saying it because it's what they're thinking. He throws out a compromise and simply says, "pretty."

"Yeah," Jonghyun sighs dreamily. They glance at Jinki over their shoulder, one eyebrow cocked. "He doesn't like when other people call him pretty, though. Only me." And they don't seem angry about it, or upset, but their tone does carry something stern like maybe it's a rule that they have taken upon themself to enforce. It has Jinki almost losing his composure enough to blush. Instead, he just looks down, biting his lip for a moment, sheepish.

"Noted," he says. He makes a little pinching motion with his free hand, gesturing between the two of them. "So are you two, like," he says carefully, hopefully casually, "together?" 

"Yeah," Jonghyun shrugs. They turn back around, smiling at Jinki with their pretty, plush mouth. "Six years," they say proudly.

And that's fine. That's totally fine. That's honestly what Jinki was expecting. That is totally cool and fine and not disappointing, even though he can feel his shoulders deflating, his breath flooding back out where he didn't realize he was holding it. They are obviously together and obviously neither of them are single and obviously–

"But," Jonghyun adds. They take a step forward, smiling wider, looking Jinki up and down."That doesn't mean we don't like to share sometimes." 

And that, finally, would be enough to make Jinki break if a teenager hadn't chosen that exact moment to step up on Jonghyun 's side.

"Hey, I'm done?" they say, handing over their clipboard. Jinki pivots to them in a heartbeat, doing his best to focus and be a competent guide and remember what all of the little squiggles and symbols on paper in front of him mean. He knows his ears are red, and he knows Jonghyun sees. As more and more students finish their work and gather around Jinki, he also knows that Jonghyun went back to Taemin and smiled something against his ear that made Taemin glance over and grin back.

Taemin joins the crowd after a few minutes, but he doesn't say anything else to Jinki besides, "so how did I do?" and, "cool, thanks," when Jinki gives him full points. Jinki's ears pink again anyway.

What does that even mean? They like to share. Fuck. Share what? Him? Obviously. But, like, him as in, a human being and potential romantic partner? Or him as in, someone attached to a dick? Or both? Which one does he want to be shared as? This is so not fair.

Jinki does his deep breathing exercises after he leads the group of teenagers over to the pruning station and explains where to snip and what to leave alone. In and out, nice and slow, nice and relaxed. He is cool. He is fine. He is so normal and average.

Both of them come up together to show him their pruned tomato plants and give him matching flirty little smiles. Jinki thinks he gives them the right score; he's a little too focused on being normal that he's not really paying attention. When they leave, Jonghyun glances at him over his shoulder with a bitten lip. Jinki is sure that he doesn't give the right score to the kid whose paper he's holding, but he tends to score high when he gets flustered so he doesn't feel too bad.

As he's leading the group to the next activity, Jinki smacks his cheeks lightly. Focus. He needs to focus. This next station is the bug station and he needs to make sure none of the kids harm any of the bugs, or each other with the bugs. The only ones they're allowed to touch are the tomato caterpillars, the big green fat boys, but they do have little pointy butts and not a single tour has gone by where Jinki hasn't had to stop some gremlin from threatening another student with them.

So, of course, it's not two minutes after he's finished explaining why identifying bugs and whether or not to get rid of them is important that he hears someone start yelling in a decidedly get that fucking thing away from me tone of voice. What's surprising is that the voice belongs to Taemin.

"Dickhead dickhead dickhead–I'm going to tell your fucking dad when we get home–god. Fuck off." And he's loud, loud and deep and a little cracked as a teenager inches the caterpillar closer to him. He scuttles away, leaving a laughing teenager and Jonghyun behind and heading straight for Jinki. Not on purpose, Jinki thinks, but it's just that he is as far away from the caterpillar as possible without leaving the group entirely.

"God I hate bugs, I fucking hate bugs, I fucking hate bugs so much, god," he hisses, coming to a stop behind Jinki and shuddering, waving his hand back and forth quickly in front of his face. He turns to face Jinki, frown sharp and powerful, and glares over his shoulder at where Jonghyun and the kid are still laughing. "If they weren't literally my boyfriend and my niece I would fucking...." He trails the threat off without finishing it and instead just takes a deep breath, rubbing his hands over his face.

When he lowers his hands, he lets out a huge breath with them. Then, in a very sharp turn, he puts his hands on his hips and smiles, smirks, at Jinki, biting his lower lip. "So, hey," he says. His voice is back the way it was, a little lighter and a little husky, but with a touch of smoothness that definitely wasn't there before. "Did Jonghyun start wingmanning yet? He told me you thought I was cute, but he didn't say if he started flirting or not. I really like your glasses, and also your butt."

God. Both of them. Jinki can already tell that the two of them are going to be a handful separately, let alone together. 

But Jinki has had plenty of experience of making his life hard for himself already, so he doesn't see why he should stop now. 

At least, with Taemin, he's blunt and forward. Open and casual, eager and bright. Far easier for Jinki to handle without getting flustered by knowing smirks and flirty innuendo. Jinki arranges his face into the smile that he knows is suave and charming. The one that he knows disarms people, makes them stammer over their words.

“No, I don't think so," he says. Jonghyun definitely made it clear that flirting was an option, he thinks, but he doesn't feel like he's been actually flirted with yet. “But I won't stop you if you want to take the initiative," he adds. He doesn't see why Taemin can't start flirting himself. 

Taemin blinks at him, smile frozen. And as the seconds go by, Taemin licks his lips and then bites them. Jinki smiles wider and tilts his head. Nailed it. 

Definitely nailed it, because as soon as he does that, Taemin blows out a big puff of air and looks away, covering his mouth and nose with the back of his hand. “Oof,” he groans. "God. Are you doing that on purpose?" He puts his hands on his hips, little fingers all splayed out over his jeans, and smiles at Jinki all wide and bright. "You're going to absolutely destroy us."

Jinki starts to reply with something along the lines of "hey, right back at you," but he's interrupted before he can get the words out by more raised voices. He glances over automatically and spots some gremlin teenager advancing on another one with the business end of a tomato worm. "Damn it," he mutters. "I'll be right back," he tells Taemin, hurrying over to rescue the little bug.

By the time he's finished with that, the first students are coming to him with their completed worksheets. Between grading them and keeping a closer watch over the tomato worms, he doesn't actually have time to get right back to Taemin. Thankfully, when Taemin comes up to get his paper graded, he doesn't seem bothered by it. His answers are suspiciously identical to Jonghyun's and both of them hide guilty little smiles when Jinki raises his eyebrows at them. 

The next activity is a quick one; just sorting a bunch of tomatoes from not ripe yet to way overripe. The next activity though, the harvesting and drying of seeds to preserve them for storage, takes a little more time and focus. Jonghyun and Taemin take up the station closest to the end of the table, so Jinki casually leans up against it and pretends he's overseeing them while they work.

"So, speaking of flirting," he says, grinning when Jonghyun bites his lip. "Did you mean, like, dating flirting or sex flirting?" He keeps his voice down so none of the other students notice him, but also so they have to lean a little closer to hear, and so they can appreciate just how warm and soft his voice can get.

"Oh, bold of you to assume that either of us thought anything past oonga goonga hot babe,” Jonghyun scoffs. Taemin snorts, turning his laughter into Jonghyun's shoulder. 

"Awooga,” he giggles.

“Boi-oi-oi-oi-oing,” Jonghyun exclaims, vibrantly exaggerated, and then the two of them are laughing and snorting, making weirder and weirder cartoon sound effects back and forth until Jinki has no choice but to break into laughter as well. Definitely a couple of handfuls. 

He has to get his shit together real fast and leave them for a minute to re explain the rules to one of the kids, but when he comes back, they've calmed down as well. For the most part. They're squishing around in the tomato guts and giggling, but at least they're not falling all over each other cackling. And when Jinki leans right back up on the table, Jonghyun smiles at him, dazzling. 

"We were thinking, just, like, chat you up, ask you out, see what happens," he says.

"Fuck around and find out," Taemin adds with a shrug.

"Is that no good?" Jonghyun asks. He's still smiling, but smaller, a little resigned, a little sad. Jinki hums, thinking. Is that no good. Not his usual style, if he's being honest.

"Usually I go a little slower than that," he says, "but. I'm not going to lie." He doesn't think he can lie, but not when they're both looking at him with their big brown eyes, not when Jonghyun's lips are just the tiniest bit pouty. "I've been absolutely overcome with queer urges ever since I first laid eyes on you two. Yeah, I'll fuck around and find out." Maybe he could use a little excitement and spontaneity in his life and maybe these two are the perfect pair to give it to him. 

"Oh, fuck yeah!” Jonghyun brightens up again instantly, his eyes and his smile just as bright as his piercings. At the same time, Taemin hisses "nice," and holds his hand up high. Jonghyun slaps a high-five onto it that makes everyone else in their group stop what they're doing with their tomatoes and look at them. 

Jinki can't help it: he starts laughing again.

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[yootaesowlwrites]

Heartbreak - Lee Taemin

A/N: To the anon that requested this. I am not good with headcanon's, so this has become a fic.

W/C: 1.4K

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.

Warnings: Angst, break up, make up, exes to friends.

Age Warning: None for this work.

You never thought the day would come when you would run into your ex-boyfriend, Taemin, again, and never in your wildest dreams did you think you would find him on your doorstep with a sheepish smile on his lips and an apologetic look in his eyes.

“Taemin… what are you doing here?” You breathe out in shock. Your hand gripped the wooden door tightly, you could feel your hand starting to cramp up, the last memory of him that you had was of him walking out the door and leaving you behind with a broken heart about five years ago.

You clutch the knife in your hand as you slowly put your fork down on the table, you can feel your heart pinching in pain as you stare at Taemin, on the outside you look emotionless, but on the inside, you are falling apart.

“This, what we have,” He says. “It’s not working, we have been fighting for weeks about literally anything and everything, and we can’t even find a middle ground,” You had been fighting for weeks when you had tried to talk to him, but your conversations would always end in a fight, you weren’t sure what had happened, but you were tired of it as well. However, you still wanted to fight for what you had with him, you still wanted to work things out with him, but it seemed like he had given up.

“I’ve tried talking to you, Taemin,” You say. You watch him stand from his chair but keep your eyes straight ahead. “But you keep blowing up on me, you don’t want to tell me why, don’t you think I’m tired of that also?” You tried to remain calm and keep your voice even as you spoke. “You keep pushing me away when I try to break through to you,” You put the knife down on the table and slowly lift your gaze to look at his face. “What’s going on? Is something bothering you at work?” You watch his jaw clench. “Let me guess, I wouldn’t understand?” You stand from your chair, walk around the table, and approach him. “I’ve heard it over and over the past few weeks.”

“Well, I don’t think I’m wrong,” He says. You stop in front of him and your gaze hardens. “You wouldn’t understand what’s happening, or going on, so why should I bother trying to explain it to you?”

“Because I’m your partner!” You say a bit too loudly. You clear your throat and glance at the plate on the table, that was still untouched by him. “I can try to understand, or make me understand, Taemin,” You lift your gaze to meet his, but he does everything to avoid meeting your eyes. “Even if I don’t understand, it would be better for you to let it out, instead of keeping it all inside.”

“Why should I bother?!” He says loudly, making you flinch and take a step back from him. “I would be wasting my breath, and my time!” You could feel your eyes burning as tears began to form in them, his words were harsh and cutting you like a knife. “You will never understand, so it’s best we end things now before either of us gets hurt even more.”

“Taemin…” You whisper, and reach out for him, only for him to pull his arm away and take a step back. You feel your tears spill down your cheeks at that movement, it felt like a knife had been jabbed into your heart. He turns around and makes his way towards the door, you watch him pull it open and look back at you.

“I’ll come for my things later, or throw them out,” He says before he walks out the door and shuts it. As it shuts, your knees buckle, and you crumble to the floor, Is this really it? Was this really the end between you both?

You hadn’t heard from him for two weeks before you had boxed up his things and sent them to his company before letting the landlord know that you would be moving out by the end of the week. You weren’t ever expecting to see Taemin in front of you again, especially not willingly.

“Can I come in?” He asks, he almost looks uncertain about what he is asking. “Only if it’s just for a minute,” You step aside and he slowly enters your apartment. “Thank you,” You close the door once he is inside and turn towards him.

“Do you want to sit down?” You ask. He shakes his head, and you watch as he begins to fiddle with his fingers. “Okay, then maybe you can explain what you’re doing here and how you found me?”

“Well, I had asked around,” He says. “We have some mutual friends,” You nod your head. He takes in a deep breath. “And for why I’m here… well, I would like to apologise for five years ago,” You feel a pinch in your heart. “I had no right to be like that towards you, treat you like that…”

“Taemin,” You begin, only for him to lift his hand and stop you from saying more.

“I was going through things, and feelings and emotions that I couldn’t explain or even understand, but that’s no excuse for my behaviour,” He says. “And I needed to come and apologise for that, for treating you like that all those years ago,” You nod your head, waiting for him to continue. “I know I’m five years too late, but I’m truly sorry for my words and my behaviour towards you.”

“Well…” You quietly say. “I appreciate you apologising to me for that, I am also sorry for what was said during that time,” He shakes his head and lifts his hands.

“No, no, you don’t need to apologise, you tried your hardest to get me to open up to you, but I was just being foolish,” He says and lowers his hands. “And I hope that we can become friends again, I would completely understand if you wouldn’t want that,” You softly smile at him.

“You do know that it would take a while for both of us to be able to trust one another completely again and that it will be hard work, right?” You ask. He nods his head. “Then we can give it a shot,” You knew that it would take you a while to trust him fully again, but hopefully one day you could have a beautiful friendship with him again. “Would you like to come over for a movie sometime?”

“I would like that, but can we make it at my place?” He asks. “I recently got two cats and I don’t want to leave them alone for too long during the evenings,” You nod your head.

“You should have started with your cats, I would have immediately agreed to be friends with you again,” You jokingly say. He chuckles and gives an apologetic look. “Just let me know the day and the time, and I’ll see if I can be there.”

“I will do that,” He says. “Can you give me your number, so we can arrange this?” You nod your head and walk past him towards the couch where you had your phone on charge, you unplug it and turn towards him, handing your phone to him. “Thank you,” You watch as he enters his number before you hear a buzz coming from his pocket. “I just sent a message to my phone, so I can save your number,” He hands your phone back to you and you lock it. “Thank you for your time, Y/n.”

“Thank you for coming all the way here to apologise,” You say. “It means a lot to me,” He nods his head, giving you a small smile. “Send me a picture of your cats, okay?” He laughs and nods his head as he begins making his way towards the door.

“I will, I’ll take one ASAP when I get home to send to you,” He says. You walk behind him towards the door. “Take care, Y/n,” He opens the door and steps outside.

“You too, Taemin,” You say. He walks down the hallway towards the elevator, and you watch him until he steps into the elevator before giving him a wave, he returns the wave, a bigger smile now on his lips, and it seems like a mountain had been lifted from his shoulders. It felt the same for you, like a mountain that had weighed you down for five years had finally been lifted.

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[mykoreanlove]

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]

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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[aphroditelovesu]

⤷✿.｡Since you voted yes to commissions, so here we are. I was a little unsure about the price, so I researched and tried to make it as fair as possible. I hope you agree with this! ❤️

Also, this is completely optional! If you don't want to, you don't have to request a commission! All the other requests works the same way!! ⤷♡.+ n a v i g a t i o n.

What I would write

I write for any gender, both character and Reader/OC, be it female, male, neutral transsexual. Any.

Yandere!Character x Reader, Yandere!Reader x Yandere!Character, Yandere!OC x Reader and Yandere!OC X OC.

Dark!Au, Gore, Disorders, Smut/NSFW, explicit language, soft!yandere, alternative AU, Horror, Age gap (depends on how much).

Romantic, platonic and general Yanderes, as well as more specific themes; example: yandere x depressive!reader.

Stockholm syndrome.

Pregnancy, childbirth and death in childbirth.

Non-Con, Dub-Con, BDSM.

Fluff; non-yandere.

Monsterfucking, specific kinks.

Angst.

What I DON'T write

Any kind of NSFW content with children, anything with children will just be platonic.

I don't write NSFW with characters that have a childish appearance or personality, just platonic.

I don't usually write ships because I consider it something personal, but I can do it if someone wants to.

Age play, scap.

Minor x Adult (only platonic).

Prices (in $ and R$)

Headcanons

2,00 $/R$ 2,00 for 500 words;

6,00 $/R$ 6,00 for 1000 words;

12,00 $/R$ 12,00 for 2000 words;

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $3,00/R$3,00.

Imagines, Scenarios, Reactions, Oneshots, Prompts

3,00 $/R$ 4,00 for 500 words;

10,00 $/R$ 13,00 for 1000 words;

18,00 $/R$ 18,00 for 2000 words;

20,00 $/R$ 20,00 for 3000 words.

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $5,00/R$6,00.

My list of current fandoms, but I can always add more:

Anime

Attack on Titan, Amensia, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Diabolik Lovers, Fruits Basket, Haikyuu!!, Hakuoki, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kamigami no Asobi, Naruto, Mirai Nikki, One Piece, Blood of Zeus.

Books

Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, A Song of Ice and Fire, Pegasus and The Flame of Olympus (series), IT., A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR), The Bridgertons, Twilight, The Lord of the Rings, The Cruel Prince: The Folk of the Air, The Bridgertons, Twilight.

Games

Genshin Impact, Detroit Become Human, Mystic Messenger, Time Princess Dress Up (TP: characters), Yandere Simulator, My Candy Love (Amour Sucré), Arkyos Angel, A Plague Tale.

K-Pop

BTS, BLACKPINK, GOT7, EXO, BIGBANG, TWICE, AESPA, Stray Kids, ITZY, Hyuna and Dawn, Red Velvet, NCT, Monsta X, Taemin, Dreamcatcher, LE SSERAFIM, (G)I-DLE.

Series/TV Show

Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries, Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Outer Banks, Friends, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Euphoria, Reign, Bridgerton, The Flash, Supergirl, Outlander, American Horror Story, Wednesday, Riverdale, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, The Sandman, Lucifer, Winx Club, Ragnarok, The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power, Invisible City (Cidade Invisível), Shadow and Bone, Adventure Time, The Witcher, Rebelde MX (RBD), Heartstopper.

Movies

Disney Universe, Marvel Universe, DC Universe, Maze Runner, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Transformers, How to Train Your Dragon, Miraculous, Ever After High, Monster High, Barbie Universe, Christmas Movies, Maze Runner, Avatar, Twilight, Star Wars.

K-Dramas

My Demon, Bussiness Proposal, Doom At Your Service, Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha, Crash Landing on You, My Name, Mr Queen, King the Land.

Mythology

Greek, Egyptian, Norse Mythology and Brazilian Folklore.

Historical Characters

Alexander the Great, Cleopatra, Caesar Augustus, Julius Caesar and etc...

Additional Information

I accept payment via PayPal and Pic Pay only (PayPal = Ko-Fi)

Payment must be made before I start and I will always send you updates if you ask me.

I write in English and Portuguese.

I have a deadline of 5 to 10 days to complete your commission, however, if something unforeseen happens and it ends up being delayed, I will inform you.

If I write more than what was asked, obviously there will be no additions.

If you are interested, DM me with details and feel free to ask me anything.

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[xotaemintol]

⚠︎NSFW MDNI⚠︎

X BLACK READER SHINee Fics, Imagines, and Oneshots♡☽

♡OT5

⭐︎Head canons/shorts⭐︎

→SHINee As Your Boyfriend HC: Black Girl Edition (slight nsfw)

→SHINee kinks (OT5) <smut>

→SHINee Shorts: Exhibition (ot5) <smut>

→SHINee most likely to: NSFW(ot5)

⭐︎JINKI⭐︎

⭐︎FIC PREVIEWS⭐︎

→Jinki x Reader: “Who’s Your Daddy?” Preview (one shot smut)

⭐︎FICS⭐︎

→Nothing yet♡

⭐︎ONESHOTS⭐︎

→Jinki x Black fem reader : “Hold You/ On The Way” (fluffy smut, word count: 4510)

→Jinki x fem reader subby September: mommy’s good boy

⭐︎HEAD CANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet♡

⭐︎ANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet♡

⭐︎JONGHYUN⭐︎

⭐︎FIC PREVIEWS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎FICS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎HEAD CANONS⭐︎

→Jonghyun x Reader HC: “As Your Boyfriend” (Fluff)

→SHINee As Songs During Sex: JONGHYUN (fluffy smut)

→Flirty Jonghyun Thoughts//Smut

⭐︎ONE SHOTS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎ANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎KIBUM⭐︎

⭐︎FIC PREVIEWS⭐︎

→Kibum x Reader: “Sexxx Dreams” preview (one shot smut)

⭐︎FICS⭐︎

→Nothing yet

⭐︎HEAD CANONS⭐︎

→Vocal Kibum during oral sex

⭐︎ONE SHOTS⭐︎

→Kibum x fem black reader: Loving Like Helium (short smut) - word count: 1397

→Sub!Kibum x Black fem reader: Sensory Deprivation

⭐︎ANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet

⭐︎MINHO⭐︎

⭐︎FIC PREVIEWS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎FICS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎HEAD CANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎ONE SHOTS⭐︎

→Minho x Black (fem) Reader: “Plan B” (one shot smut word count: 3334)

→Sub!Minho x Reader: Subby September Shorts Day 1 (smut word count 428)

⭐︎ANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎TAEMIN ⭐︎

⭐︎FIC PREVIEWS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎FICS⭐︎

→Taemin and Jongin x Black (fem) Reader Part 1: “A Private Show” (smut word count: 3280)

⭐︎HEAD CANONS⭐︎

→Taemin and Pet Play

→Subby Taemin thoughts

⭐︎ONE SHOTS⭐︎

→“Taemin x Reader: “Feel it” (One shot smut word count: 1192)

→Taemin x Fem Reader: “Jealous Boy” (One shot smut word count: 6759)

→Sub!Taemin x Reader: “Absolution” Part 1 (Smut word count: 3257)

→Sub!Taemin x (fem) Reader: Subby September Shorts Day 1 (Smut, word count 723)

→Bratty Switch!Taemin x Black fem reader: Slave for you (Smut, word count 3486)

→Taemin x fem reader: Ride (short/one shot word count: 286)

→Riding Short. Taemin x Fem black reader

⭐︎ANONS⭐︎

→Taemin x fem Reader HC: “Back To You” (Fluff Request)

→Taemin x Reader HC: “Relationship Habits” (Fluff, Anon ask)

⭐︎POLY SHINEE⭐︎

⭐︎FIC PREVIEWS⭐︎

→2Min x (fem) Reader: “Follow Our Body Rhythm” preview (5 part smut/angst/fluff)

⭐︎FICS⭐︎

→2Min x (fem) Reader: “Follow Our Body Rhythm” Part 1/5 (smut/angst/fluff word word count:4168)

⭐︎HEAD CANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

⭐︎ONE SHOTS⭐︎

→JongTae x Black Fem Reader: “Persistent.” (Smut/fluff)

⭐︎ANONS⭐︎

→Nothing yet⭐︎

♡Requests are currently open♡

Upcoming Fics, head canons, and one shots→

⭐︎Sub!Jinki x black fem reader: All To You

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