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cloudytaemin · 1 year

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taemin as ur boyfriend <3

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

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

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

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

you peck him on the cheek and he hugs you tightly

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

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

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

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

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

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

and starts kissing down your neck, nibbling on your skin

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

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

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

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

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

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

you raise yourself up to take him in

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

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

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

if anyone knows how many rounds you can go its him

hell make you feel like you never want today to end

and hes such a slut for your lips

not to say you arent for his

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

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

you could swear they get even better

and his back while youre running your hands all over him

the waves and taut feeling of his back

those damned dancer muscles making an impression on you

once he finally thinks hes exhausted enough

and the bath water is starting to get dirty

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

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

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

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

he swears he couldnt sleep without it

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

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

just to see your face because he missed you

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

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

hair tousled and lips swollen

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

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

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

unless he was, when he wanted to be

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

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

he needs another kiss when you wake up

how else would he keep the smile on his face

he hates working when he cant bring you

but when he can its usually to concerts

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

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

he always tries to get you backstage afterwards

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

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

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

some housekeeper that must be

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

all tangled in covers with you

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

hes such a cheesy little shit

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

taemin always says i love you

because its all he ever thinks about

his mind is you you you

and maybe some kkoong too

because he always cuddles up with her

and starts vlives when youre in the other room

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

and hell apologize after for not warning you

but we all know hes going to do it again

because thats just how he is

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

and you love every part of him because of it

even when you fight

hes always first to apologize but expects an apology in return

because hes not the only one who did wrong

but of course he forgives quickly

and ends up kissing you

and making you an omelet or kimchi stew

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

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

~ ryse

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cloudytaemin · 1 year

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Sugar (Act VI) (M)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Series Genre: Sugar Daddy AU, Smut, PWP, PWF

Series Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Mental Illness, Depression, Alcohol, Sex, Daddy Kink, BDSM

Chapter Warnings: Pet Names, Kissing, Recollection of Traumatic Events, Depression, Oral Fem/Masc receiving, General Smut, Implication of Violence

WC: 2.62k

A/N: this is supposed to be the original version. i figured some readers might be uncomfy with the first one i posted so i decided to rewrite it. don't worry, there's still plenty of love coming up despite the change, and maybe someone you don't want to see will make a reappearance? ;]

p.s for the few of you who read the first posted version of this, ahhh its not the right one i just wasnt feeling it. but i do really like the direction of this one so we'll see

Taglist: @taerzannie @taem-min @badpvn @aquawol @nirvanawrites111

The sun shines brightly onto the open bedroom as you stir awake. A pair of arms are tightly wrapped around you, one of the comforting hands associated with the pair rubbing your shoulder. You blink slowly, still falling in and out of sleep, but you urge yourself to wake up nonetheless.

Those strong arms around you twitch sotfly as you move, trying to sit up. "Are you awake..?" Taemin whispers, his warm hand still on your shoulder.

You nod, relishing in the warmth and sunlight. Just for a second, it seems like you're comfortable in your own skin. Comfortable while you don't have to open your eyes and remember he's still just a client, despite all that you two have been through.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," he begins, fingers starting to trace circles into your shoulder as he talks. "I've just been... I don't know. I only use that app for.. well, sugar babies, I don't actually expect that when they have emotion that it's anything more than.. what gets them paid. People only want what gets them paid. But I'm still so raw, I guess. Falling for stupid shit, but I guess you feel that way too."

You make a sound of acknowledgement and continue to lay in his arms. "I don't want to work anymore." You say it bluntly, no need to sugarcoat the truth anymore.

He hums back and rests his head on top of yours. "So what now?" There isn't much of a reaction, he's still holding you and it's still just as intimate. Does this mean you quit, and now you're just... here? With him...

"I don't know," you admit, sighing softly.

"I don't want you to go, I hope you know that," he says. You feel him gulp.

"I wasn't planning on leaving," you reply, finding his other hand tangled in the covers and intertwining your fingers.

"Then don't." He squeezes your hand and rests his head on your shoulder. You feel Taemin's head start to move until his lips find your neck, leaving a soft kiss there.

"Taemin-" you start, turning your head and pulling away from him. The shock that came with the kiss was abundant, but you wanted it again. Again, and again, and again until you were so close you could remember the shape of his lips on your skin until you couldn't breathe anymore.

"Sorry, it was just there, and I-" you turn around so that you're facing him and press your lips to his. Close, and closer, until nothing could tear you apart. It's you, your brain echoes the words until you can't remember anything else but him.

So long, you've waited so long to do this, it's finally under circumstances that feel right, that don't feel forced, it doesn't feel like you have to...

"I-" Kibum starts, scooting closer to you on the floor of the playground's second level, both of you dangling your legs over the edge.

It was after school that day, the day after your first college class you met up with him seriously. It was warm, the breeze of spring fresh in your lungs as you'd walked alongside him until the sun faded over the green hills.

You turn your head towards him and he presses his lips to yours, finally. What you've longed for. But... that's not how you remember it now, that's what you wanted but he never had done the same... this time is different. You want, and he wants. Taemin wants you, just as much as you want him.

He makes a surprised sound before kissing back, his soft lips moving in sync with yours. You wrap your arms around his neck and play with the ends of his hair, humming in satisfaction.

His arms wrap around your waist in return, and his tongue slips into your mouth. You gladly let him explore, slipping your hands down his shoulders and arms and onto his waist. You play with the hem of his shirt, running your hands under it around his waist and feeling his bare skin

Taemin breaks away, panting softly. His eyes make contact with yours and they seem hesitant, like he doesn't want to push past where you draw the line. "May I?" He tugs his own shirt upwards slightly, and you nod. Closer. Closer than before. Closer than ever.

As his shirt comes off, you notice yourself quickly reaching for his toned abs. You always knew he was in shape, it was obvious, but to feel it? A whole different world. You gaze at them for a moment as his hands travel around your waist and cup your ass.

He squeezes it softly and you let out a quiet moan, grinding your hips against the covers for just a second. Taemin's hand slips into your pants and he pokes at your clit, rubbing small circles around it.

"F-fuck, Taemin..." you moan softly, biting your lip.

"Is this okay?" he asks with hesitance.

You reach over silently and hold his hand, squeezing. His eyes darken, almost as if they've glazed over and been possessed.

"Princess, is that really the name you're going to use for me?" He smirks and pushes a finger into your sopping entrance, leaning forward and leaving love bites on your neck.

Your hands immediately dart back to his muscles, feeling them up and down. "Daddy, I want.. you to.. please strip me," you say.

"Good girl." He pulls his hands away from you just for them to return a moment later, pulling at the hem of your pants. Anticipation keeps building in your chest as he pulls them down, revealing your legs and letting him get a better look at your wetness.

He quickly pulls off your shirt and then focuses his attention back down to your pussy. He mumbles a few curses before laying down on his stomach and pressing a kiss to the fabric covering your folds. You gulp and let out a shaky sigh.

"Daddy, please, I can't- please..." you're becoming more aroused by the second, neediness getting out of control.

Taemin makes no response and bites at the fabric, pulling it off by his teeth until he gives up and pulls them down your legs and off to the side. He blows against your wetness, leaving a cold sensation in contrast to your extreme heat.

He licks up and down your folds, relishing in the feeling of finally being able to taste you. His tongue dives past your entrance and you arch your back, moaning at the feeling of being filled with his tongue.

He takes a second away from it to leave a soft bite on your clit, rolling it between his teeth. You hum in pleasure, gripping the bedsheets and grinding down against his mouth.

When he breaks away all you can do is whine in displeasure, wanting more. "Princess.. don't you think Daddy's cock is being neglected?" His eyes darken and he gazes right into yours.

You nod silently and the both of you knowingly change positions, his frame laying with back on the bed, your head about to be lowered in front of his waiting cock. He sits up, realizing he wants control when he knows he'll be about to lose it.

As you lean forward he softly twines his fingers into your hair, relishing in the feeling of your mouth around his head. "Just like that, princess..." he groans out, pushing you down just a bit on him.

You gladly take his cock further into your mouth, letting him push you up and down on him. The taste of his precum mixed with the hot sweat dripping from your brow makes you even needier, reaching down to finger yourself.

You nibble his tip and come back up to face him. "I-I think," you start, hesitant yet again. "I think I-"

He cuts you off. "Shh. Don't force it." It's like he understands everything, he knows every emotion from head to toe. Every shaky breath, every insecure word, every feeling dripping from your body.

Taemin kisses you softly and pushes your hand away to replace it with his own. You whine into his mouth as he pushes his fingers into you gently, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip.

The room seems suddenly burning as he teases you, breaking away from your lips to utter but a few words. "Are you ready, princess?"

You nod without a word and he presses his cock against your folds, rubbing it against them to coat himself in your pussy. You run your finger along the side of his cock that isn't on your cunt, pushing forward to tell him silently that you want him.

He leans forward and licks along your cheek and the shell of your ear. "Ask nicely."

You gulp and stutter out, "P-Please fuck me, please.." it's never felt so hard to say it.

He redirects his head and pushes it into your soaking entrance, moaning at the sensation. His hands find the way to the back of your head rested against his shoulder, and he rocks his hips while he holds it. "So good, you feel amazing," he utters between moans.

You can't help but moan in tune with his after every thrust, throwing your head further back into his hands as you melt into ecstasy. He seems to push in even further than before, hitting you right where you wanted him to. "Oh my god, fuck.." you lose the words as he continues, your hands traveling all over him, never feeling enough.

A world of emotion is exchanged through the two of you, even if without words. "I'm in heaven.." he groans, rolling his hips. Taemin pulls your head away from his shoulder to kiss your forehead, a feeling he can't explain washing over him. "I'm not gonna last much longer," he knows he shouldn't release inside of you, but he doesn't know if he can bring himself to detach from you for even a second.

"You reach downwards to grab a part of his cock that isn't inside of you and push it into yourself. You really didn't hear much of what he said, but you know you don't want this moment to end.

You make eye contact with him as he bites his lip, thrusting slowly in and out of you. You throw your head back and bathe in the ecstasy of being with him, your hips rocking against his.

Without a second's notice you feel his cum start to spill inside of you. You shudder and grab onto his hips, letting him ride out his high inside of you. "You're beautiful," he comments, running his thumb along your jawline.

"Taemin..." you let his name slip from your lips. It sounds melodical to him, like a violin playing its finest notes.

"y/n, god," he pulls out of you and pants roughly, sweat glistening all over his skin. "Fuck, I'm so tired," he comments. You laugh lightly at him, despite feeling the same.

"I need a shower so bad," you reply, flopping backwards on the bed. "But I don't want to leave yet."

"Neither do I," he smiles. Taemin scoots up the bed closer to you and wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. "I really enjoyed this morning."

"What happens now?" You ask, fidgeting with your fingers.

"Whatever feels right happens now," he replies, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. "You know what's funny?" He asks.

"Hm?" you reach for his other hand and interlock your fingers. It's somehow become one of your favorite things to do.

"We ended up asking the same question to one another before and after this mess. But we still haven't found an answer, love," he lets the nickname roll off of his tongue.

"You're nicknaming me already, how bold," you tease.

"I don't want it to end here, that's all."

"Then how do we make it so that it doesn't?"

"I don't know, but right now I just want you here with me," he once again kisses the top of your head. He squeezes your hand before you feel him start to move. "I'm going to start the bath, care to make us some coffee? If I needed it when I woke up, now I need it one hundred times more," he complains.

You laugh lightly. "Okay," I'm going," you saunter into the kitchen and search for beans or grounds, any form of coffee to put in the maker until you realize Taemin must be out. "Hey, Taemin?" You call down the hallway.

His head peeks out of his room. "Yeah?" He tilts his head at you.

"You don't have any coffee," you comment, making a teasing flat line with your lips.

He frowns. "Can you order some for us? There's a coffee place down the way, they do delivery. They look janky, but I promise they have the best coffee. I'll text you their number," he says, pulling his phone out of his pocket. As he types, he says something more. "Oh, and I like mine black, I don't drink it any other way."

"Noted," you say, opening up your phone as the number coms through. "What about the bath?" You inquire.

"It can wait, the tub keeps itself heated," he says, disappearing behind the doorframe.

You shrug and call the phone number, much in need of coffee by now. A man picks up the phone, voice slightly scruffy but elegant. "Hello, Sunflower's, what can I get for you today?"

"One black coffee, um.. large?" Taemin didn't tell you how much he drinks. "And a mocha, small, please." As he hums after your naming off of things, it seems oddly familiar, but you can't put your finger on it. "And two pastries, whatever kind you recommend," you finish. If you were hungry, Taemin probably was too.

"Sure, delivery or pickup?"

"Delivery, please," you play with the hemline of Taemin's shirt, something doesn't feel right.

"No problem, just let me know the address and I'll be right over."

You let him know of Taemin's address and hang up the phone shortly after, deciding to sit on the couch to wait for your food and drink. Taemin comes back out shortly after and sits down next to you, his hand reaching over to rest on your thigh. "You okay? You seem tense," he comments, scooting closer.

You nod. "The call just felt weird, that's all. It's probably just me," you say, leaning onto his shoulder.

"I'm sure everything is fine," he says, pulling you into his lap and holding your hand.

You aren't sure how long you're there in silence like that with him, but before you know it the doorbell is ringing. "I'll get it," he says, squeezing your hand and getting up.

Since this morning's events he'd put on a shirt and sweatpants, his tousled hair still prominent. He runs his hand though it as he pulls the door open, and you can get a good look at his back as he looks at the delivery person.

"Hey, thanks so much," he says, taking the coffees from him. "Could you set the pastries on the counter over these? I'm clumsy, I don't want to take it all at once."

As Taemin steps aside, your world comes crashing down seeing the face behind him.

The deliveryman stops cold in his tracks as his indifference turns to anger, as he tries to piece together the random man he doesn't know and you sitting in his house.

His eyes go wide, as yours go teary.

Your arms go up in defense, as his legs run forward in attack.

His obsession turns to hate, as your moving on turns to fear.

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cloudytaemin · 2 years

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tattoo ⋆ l.tm

pairing: taemin x reader

wc: 823

warnings: general smut

summary: you and taemin meet for one fateful night after seeing one another again...

a/n: this is fr a drabble i just thought up. it's 1:23 am and i don't know what i'm doing, but here it is.

his hands travel over you, admiring how you look. "taemin..." you mumble, interlacing your fingers in his tattoo-covered ones.

he presses his thumb to your bottom lip and you become silent, succumbing to his temptation. "are you ready to listen, love?" you prod at the end of his thumb with your tongue and run your hands up over his abs.

"good," he says, trailing his thumb along your jawline. he leans down and attaches his lips to your neck, sucking gently up to your earlobe. he nibbles it cautiously, an almost demonically hungry whisper coming from him. "please me, and do as i say." his tongue licks the shell of your ear, every sense inside of you awakening.

the way he handles you like this is almost illicit, god knows what pumping through his veins at this hour as he makes an attempt to take all of you for himself. you hum as his hands find their way under your shirt, knowing how wrong this is but not being able to stop at the same time.

"can you believe it.." he breathes out. "you're the same y/n who said she would never come back an hour ago, but here you are, all for me," he points out, growling. taemin lunges forward to steal a kiss from your lips, the taste of cigarettes and his signature cocktail noir mixing as he kisses you further.

you run your hands all over his chest again, not being able to feel enough of him at one time. your hands travel down to his pinstripe dark grey slacks, popping the button with a single hand. he groans as you continue to move, pushing your hand into his boxers and grasping his cock.

taemin continues to explore your mouth further as you stroke his dick, the head swelling as you feel him begin to get harder in your hand. his hips buck as you play with the foreskin of his head.

he breaks away, breathing heavily. "you don't get to fuck around anymore, love.." he pushes his pants and boxers down quickly, pushing your back onto his bed and unclasping your bra in an instant. you quickly respond by pushing your shorts down your legs along with your underwear, exposing your soaking pussy.

taemin swallows and you hear him breathe in as he looks down. "fuck, i missed that pretty cunt.." his head lowers between your breasts as he licks a stripe from the middle of them to your neck.

one of his fingers pushes effortlessly through your entrance as he begins to kiss your neck, thrusting his finger in time with his lips.

"must have prepped recently, so loose, love.." he mumbles, inserting a second and third.

you instantly whine at the addition and he begins to thrust his fingers faster, making you clench around him at only the feeling. "don't cum yet love, haven't even given you what you want yet," he says, biting into the side of your neck.

you arch your back at the overstimulation of it all, the urge to beg for him becoming slowly more overwhelming.

"taemin- taem- please- i need you to fuck me," you whine, pushing yourself down on his fingers.

"well when you ask me like that love..." his fingers pull out of you and you whine, feeling empty for only a second before the head of his cock pushes past your walls. you scream and immediately start squirting around his cock, coating it in your juices.

"fuck, love," he says, pumping his cock as he prepares to push it further in. "gonna go deeper in your pretty hole.." his cock pushes further into your pussy to which you can only help but moan loudly, trying to push yourself down to take more of him in.

"need you," you yell, grasping at the bedsheets.

he thrusts all the way into you without a warning, immediately starting to pound his cock in and out of your hole. he leans down over you and you grab his shoulders, rocking yourself in time with his thrusts as you moan. "taemin, taemin-" you chant his name like a ritual, his hot cock inside of you stretching your walls and filling you.

"gonna cum soon, love," he says, both of your hot breaths filling the room as he pounds into you.

soon enough, ropes of his cum release into your pussy, filling you with his warmth. you rest your head against his shoulder as you catch your breath, his dick still inside of you. "that was amazing.. i missed that, fuck." you say, blinking slowly.

as you catch your breath, you pull your head from his shoulder and look at him. his slitted eyebrow and piercings make you sigh at his beauty, the tattoos covering his body making him an even better work of art.

"you could have it all back, you know." he points out, looking into your eyes. "what do you say?"

-- fin --

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cloudytaemin · 2 years

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sugar act vi is almost done! i'm writing the long-awaited scene now, should be done soon. thank you everyone for your patience with me, i appreciate it so much <3

-- ryse :)

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cloudytaemin · 2 years

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smol writer rant time !!

i have another blog where i write in a different style and format differently, but anyways, that blog does so well and it has 225 notes in the first week of posting something and here seems to be like 20-ish is a good number. i get taemin isn't that big but my main thing is feedback!!! very few of you leave feedback and it breaks my heart bcs i dont want to write as much </3 thank you to those of you who leave comments in your reblogs or just on the post it means the world honestly :)

- ryse <3

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cloudytaemin · 2 years

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Sugar (Act V)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Series Genre: Sugar Daddy AU, Smut, PWP, PWF

Series Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Mental Illness, Depression, Alcohol, Sex, Daddy Kink, BDSM

Chapter Warnings: Pet Names, Kissing, Recollection of Traumatic Events, Depression, Alcohol

WC: 2.61k

A/N: This one is kind of angsty, but maybe it's sweet too :)

Taglist: @taerzannie @taem-min @badpvn @aquawol @nirvanawrites111

A soft hand rubs up and down your arm, stirring you awake. "Good morning, y/n," Taemin smiles down at you, standing above the bed.

It seems that he's been awake a while, clad in a suit and his bangs neatly swept to the sides of his face. "Morning, Daddy," you yawn. You purposefully act slightly seductive in hopes of getting him to not focus on last night. Who can think about your trouble when they're busy fucking you for their own pleasure? Exactly, nobody.

"Do you have work today?" You question, signaling to his suit that you took observation of a few moments earlier.

"Yes, my driver will pick you up in a bit to take you home," he purses his lips. "I was hoping that I could stay home with you today, but my schedule calls for otherwise."

Part of you was glad, you could get back to your dorm and work on a few essays.

Just like Taemin said, one of his drivers were there to pick you up and help you get home.

Once you arrive in your single dorm, you slump into your desk chair and open your computer. What greets your eyes isn't foreign, but you'd forgotten you'd even done it. Taemin's instagram glows on your screen, elegant yet full of parties at the same time.

Forgetting your assignments, you begin to scroll down it again just to find quite a few shirtless photos and even a few of him in the shower, none of them something Instagram would ban, but something that could definitely get you aroused.

Despite how caring and kind Taemin was to you at most moments, that kiss really put a spark in you. When your lips reconnected for the second time last night, fireworks went off in your brain and you felt the extreme need for more. Then wasn't the time, though.

You text Taemin despite knowing that he's at work. Tonight you would try to get something out of him, even if it risked the contract. You were longing to feel loved, the way that was safe and didn't result in immeasurable pain.

y/n: hey are we gonna meet tonight

T: I thought tomorrow was your day off.

Class wasn't until 2 pm that day. It could wait, one night couldn't hurt, could it?

y/n: yeah but its okay im not busy until the afternoon

T: I think you should look after your family member.

Fuck, you forgot you told him that lie. You could just say they died, right?

y/n: they passed away the other day, unfortunately :(

T: Don't you have a funeral to plan, then?

T: I think we should talk about this in person. Come meet me for lunch. Same cafe as usual, driver will be there in ten.

You're in deep shit. You can tell just by him asking to talk in person.

Taemin scowls as he reads through your short conversation again in the back of his car, he can't believe you lied to him. He isn't one for lies, they aren't to be taken lightly. After how he treated you, you can only do this in return?

Maybe you were just a selfish slut who manipulated him with your emotions, just like the last one did. Just like the one before that, and the one that came before that. None of them have real emotions, you all just want to use him. He had thought there might be something real, how fucking stupid of him.

You're all only there for sex, he should stop opening himself up and showing compassion. It's all a waste, he thinks.

The air is unbearably tense as you both arrive at the cafe and sit down. "Do you want to go first, or am I going to tell you what you've done wrong, like the worthless manipulative whore you are?"

It hurt, his words hurt. You may have lied, but you weren't a whore. You would never ever try to hurt him, especially since this was starting to be more than just a work deal. He was too supportive.

You decide to say nothing and continue to stare down at your lap, anxiousness building in your chest.

"What, are you going to sit there and try to cry?" He was angry beyond words, just spitting out anything that came to mind. Even if somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was true, every thought was incoherent as he'd been not only angered but even a bit disappointed.

"Fine. I guess I'm telling you then. Did you lie to me or not? Being indifferent about a family member's death and then trying to meet just recently after they passed? We've had four, today makes five days y/n. There's only two days left in our trial contract. I'm going to go ahead and guess that you lied, so now's your chance to confess." His face is cold as he drills his eyes into the top of your head, your eyes directed into your lap.

"I'm a college student. I'm just trying to save up so I don't have to pay college tuition for the rest of my life," you meet his eyes despite the tears brimming your own.

"I'm not a whore, and I'm not trying to fake any of these emotions. I'm a human being, just like anyone else, I may not have as much skill as those other women that you get to do this for you, but I'm sensitive. I have shit going on, okay? Fucking hell, I honestly don't even know if I can follow through on the last two days," you begin a mild rant, hurting at not only his words but how much this impacts you after the past few days and how much emotion they've had.

"I don't understand why you won't just fuck me and make me leave like all the rest and then flaunt me around, I don't get why this is somehow like a relationship and it's scary, I won't even lie. I just want you to use me so this arrangement can be done, I don't get why you won't just fuck me," you finish, tears now flowing from your eyes.

"You want to be fucked? Is that what you want? I was trying to be nice. I always try to," he growls, slamming his hand on the table. "But I suppose that was worthless, no? You want to show Daddy what you're worth? Then I'll let you. Let's go, y/n, and I'll show you what you really signed up for if the kindness isn't enough." Taemin stands and yanks you from your chair, storming out of the cafe with you in tow.

"I-I don't think you need to go this far, I-" you stumble over your words as he shoves you in the backseat.

"Fine then, if it's that bad, then say the word 'contract' when you get too far. I may be mean but I'm not a fucking rapist." He slams the door after he finishes his sentence and hops in the back seat shortly after next to you.

He kisses you roughly just a second after he tells the driver to go home, and somehow you decide that his lips on yours are exactly what you wanted and needed. Even if this wasn't the setting, you were unconsciously falling back into your routine of letting the men do whatever they wanted to you.

You think about the last time the two of you kissed and hesitate for just a moment. This was so different from before, that one was so delicate while this one is so hungry and angry. You quickly remind yourself to just go with it. This is what you wanted, right?

"y/n..." Kibum chuckles as he breathes against your neck. You stir softly before waking from your sleep, yawning a bit.

"Good morning, Bummie.." you yawn again.

Kibum begins to trail kisses up your neck before sticking his hand into your pants and immediately into your warmth. "Kibum..." you groan. "I'm sore, please..." you pout slightly, carving the look of the drywall into your brain for the thousandth time.

Kibum's face blocks the view of it just a few moments later, forcing his lips onto yours and thrusting his fingers in and out of you. You groan slightly and push him away, complaining again. "Bum, I really am sore."

He proceeds by beginning to pull your pants down and insert his rock hard cock into your hole, earning an upset but also pleased moan from you. He continued to kiss you roughly, whispering how good you obeyed him.

At the memory of Kibum you shatter internally slightly. You couldn't do this, it wasn't right, this wasn't like you or Kibum, it wasn't like any of the ones you'd had before. You couldn't keep denying that.

You feel the car come to a stop as you arrive at Taemin's parking garage, him forcefully pulling you out of the car and pulling you into the elevator to ride up to the floor he owns, well, his penthouse, floor, they're the same to you by now. He fumbles with his passcode and quickly opens the door, slamming you against it harshly.

His lips attach to yours again, no words being shared between the two of you as he explores every inch of you with his hands and tongue. His thigh presses between yours and you break away, panting. "I- I don't know if we should- I don't think.." you struggle to get words out of your mouth as the memory of Kibum echoes through your head, his harsh and forceful ways reflecting on Taemin right now.

"You're the one who asked." Taemin says curtly, lifting you up and hiking your legs around his thin waist before walking to the bedroom. He tosses you onto the bed and starts to pull off your shirt and bra, attaching his mouth to your nipple.

"You're my slut to do what I wish with, you're just a useless body for me to use for my own pleasure." Taemin looks into your eyes as he says it, their orbs dark and void of emotion.

"Mine, you're mine to do whatever I want with. Never forget that, you're mine and you serve only for me, y/n. Only me," Kibum pinches your nipples.

His words echo in your head as tears brim in your eyes while Taemin's hands travel all along your sides and breasts. "Please," you let out in a tearful gasp. "I can't, contract, contract, I can't. Please, I'll do anything..." you break down into sobs and watch as Taemin's face turns sour and he sits up, kneeling on the soft covers of his bed.

His mouth falls open slightly as if he had been wanting to say something, but all he does is place your shirt next to you and get up softly, walking out of the room and shutting the door with a soft click.

You take shaky breaths as tears flow from your cheeks. Maybe it was okay if he was someone else, but he was Taemin, he was Taemin... that was who he was and you didn't like him just because he gave you money anymore..

You hear shuffling around the house before the front door slams, shaking you just a bit as you continue to try and calm yourself down. Gone. He was gone. But why did he leave instead of kicking you out?

You stand quietly from the bed and pull on your shirt, your feet padding softly against the hardwood floor as you make your way to get out of the room. You turn the handle slowly as the darkness is flooded by moonlight through the crack you've made. You peek your head out and check that nobody is present before making your way to the guest room to try and sleep off your emotions.

You stare at the ceiling as you try to drift off, sleep eventually greeting your tired brain and eyes.

The sound of the front door slamming yet again awakens you. You roll over and pick up your phone, seeing the time was 4:53. The worst part about this penthouse was that the walls between the rooms were too thin, letting anyone hear anything and everything.

You listen as the door to Taemin's room clicks open. Little do you know his face is falling as he sees the empty bed and his mildly drunken state isn't helping. He sighs and flops onto the bed, tears welling in his eyes. "Fuck, why did you ruin me?" He talks to himself, slamming his right fist on the bed and groaning.

You shut your eyes and take a deep breath, listening as he begins to scream. "Why did you fucking use me? I thought I loved you, but now you've left me and I tried to fuck you out of anger, why did you use me? Why did you make it seem like you weren't only there to be my useless human accessory, why y/n? Fuck you.. fuck you..." Taemin breaks down into tears as he screams, pulling at his hair.

You hear remnants of yourself in his breakdown, tears welling in your own eyes at his emotion. He continues to question why he ever considered letting you in, showing you more than just the ATM side of him and even feeling something. "I can't believe you were only looking to save yourself like all of the others."

You can't bear to hear anymore after that, jumping out of bed and storming into his room. Tears stream as you shakily assert yourself, Taemin's terrified face questioning why you were even there still.

"You're here, what the fuck, what the fuck...!"

"Please, I can't- I'm... I didn't use you, I pushed myself away because I was so afraid of my feelings, I can't keep telling myself that I'm only here for your money because I'm not.. the memories of Kibum echo constantly and I can't keep getting money with those scars, and you... you..." you stop and take a deep breath. "You comforted me though them, you understood, you made me feel like it was okay to be broken... it wasn't just a game with you, I don't know what I'm saying but I swear to god I never used you and I never wanted you to use me and fuck me. Never, ever, I was just so confused as to why you cared instead of disregarding everything that was wrong with me." You pant as your tears continue to fall, out of breath from the exertion and mental pain.

Taemin blinks at you slowly, his face red and puffy from tears. His voice is hoarse and he stumbles over his words as he says them. "You really didn't use me?" He runs his fingers through his hair to get it out of his eyes and sighs, thinking about this. Could he really trust this again? You lied so many times... but you also showed him so many raw emotions...

"I never did, really, I'm so sorry..." you wipe your eyes as they keep fogging up, sniffles becoming uncontrollable.

He opens his arms and waves his hands for you to come into his arms. You purse your lips and pout strongly before falling into his embrace. He wraps them around you tightly and pets your head against his shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispers, pulling his covers up over the both of you.

He rubs his hands up and down your back as he encourages you to go to sleep so the both of you can talk tomorrow.

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cloudytaemin · 2 years

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there will be two chapters of sugar uploaded tonight :) excited to show u all! i think the moment that youve all been waiting for will come tonight. but not without some drama first, as always.

this is the longest fic ive ever written its getting good tho in my opinion i love it haha

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cloudytaemin · 2 years

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im gonna need a break from sugar for a little bit to smut write my heart out, my mind is whirring with inspiration so i probably'll take another month or so like last time. at least i gave you three chapters lol.

love u y/n-nies :)

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Sugar (Act IV)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Series Genre: Sugar Daddy AU, Smut, PWP, PWF

Series Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Mental Illness, Depression, Alcohol, Sex, Daddy Kink, BDSM

Chapter Warnings: Pet Names, Panic Attack, Kissing, Recollection of Traumatic Events, Mentions of Abuse, Depression

WC: 2.21k

A/N: Woo another chapter! I'm trying super hard to get these out.

Taglist: @taerzannie @taem-min @badpvn @aquawol @taeminsonlywhxre

You don't know how you ended up laying on Taemin's lap after eating Chinese takeout, you don't know why he's tracing shapes into your arm and you don't know why you're so comfortable with it.

Some stupid rom-com you don't know the name of plays in the background, but you're a bit lost looking up at Taemin. His defined jaw stares toward the screen as he watches the movie, his breathing even and rhythmic. You mentally frown as you realize how much you really don't mind his presence. It's not right for you to be this way, he's just your client.

"y/n," Taemin says your name.

"Yes, daddy?"

"I'd like you to stay the night tonight."

"Okay," you reply. It's a bit simple, but you honestly don't care. This moment seems too intimate, too comfortable. It's comfortable to the point where you become uncomfortable.

"Hey, y/n, you're staying tonight right?" Kibum asks, looking down at your head on his lap.

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I?" He chuckles and ruffles your hair, to which you respond by sitting up and pecking him on the lips.

"I don't know, I was just asking," he says, taking another sip of his beer.

Later that night, Kibum's far too many beers in. "y/n. Let's have sex, it'll be fun."

"Again?" You feel hesitant, it's the third time today and the apartment's a mess. There's trash scattered across the floors, beer bottles in groups on the table, and yet you still wonder how he manages not to have a beer belly and this much stamina.

"What the hell do you mean, again?" He grabs you by your hair, causing you to let out a whimper. It's a little bit painful, just a little bit pleasurable, and all the right amounts you need to let him start kissing you.

"Kibum, no, I can't, I won't, not today, maybe tomorrow, okay," you whisper as you break away from the kiss. Your body hurts. It's been too many days, no, weeks, maybe even months like this. You need a break.

"No, we're doing it today," he argues, looking down at you as if you were nothing.

For the first time in a while, you question the look he has in his eyes. "Do you love me?" You ask, blinking slowly.

"Huh? What do you mean, you're smoking hot and you take me so well, why wouldn't I?"

Tears well in your eyes as you realize the stone cold truth. No matter how much you ever loved Kibum, he wouldn't love you back. He never could. He only wanted you for your body. That was all you were worth. A college degree and a body. What better way to go then to use your worth to pay for the degree you believed in?

"Pay me then. You have to pay me, and I'll let you love me, if my body is what makes it like this for you."

"You think I have the money for that bullshit, y/n? You have sex with me because you love me back, not for a damn incentive."

"I think we have different ideas of love. Can we just cuddle and go to bed tonight, please Bum?" You plead with him one last time before he snaps.

You struggle to look at him as you hear him pull on his shoes. "I can't believe I ever invited you back to my place. I should have left you with your dump of a family like you deserved." The door slams as he says the last sentence, leaving your reserve to crumble.

Tears come washing over you as you lose the person you thought was the love of your life. He didn't love you, so why did it hurt so much to see him walk away? You loved him. You loved him so much that it hurt you to be with him, every day was nothing but you giving away your identity to please him.

That night, you find a rich-looking man outside of the chicken place you walked to after leaving Kibum's place. "Hey, sweetheart, are you looking for a nice man to put you in your place? You look a little lost."

"Depends, am I lost?" You can see where it's going, you've seen it in hundreds of movies. The anger you had for Kibum fueled you to use your body, find someone who could love you with their body since he never could with his heart. If men couldn't love you with their heart, wasn't their body the second best thing?

"Well, you appear to be to me," he smirks as he sees you play along.

"How much. I'll get in the car if you tell me how much."

"Ten thousand, but I want two full days with you. I don't look for prostitutes, I want someone to take around," he finishes. "I'm not a cheapskate, I pay top price for women as good looking as you."

"Deal."

That night may have been more traumatizing than all the rest, but you found a remedy. A remedy to all the pain Kibum had put you through with his life and his words. These men only wanted your body, they didn't put false hopes into your head. And it paid. Paid better than falling in love again ever could.

You wake up with a scream, remembering all of the things that you've gone through and the ways you've gotten here. A panic attack rushes over you as you don't remember where you are, it's foreign.

The hyperventilation and fear that wracks through you is like no other when you get out of the bed you're in. Are you back at Kibum's? Where is this place. It couldn't be there, he had yellow sheets and these were gray. The room was too big to be KIbum's. Too expensive looking.

Indicators. Something. You can't help but look to the ground and curl in a ball, trying to gain control of your breathing as you suck in tears and your vision is clouded.

Down the hall, Taemin is awoken by your outburst. Worry shoots straight to his mind, but he hesitates. Is it too much for the arrangement that you two had? Are you panicked because he carried you into the guest room after you fell asleep? You may not want to see him.

You spend an hour gathering yourself, working through the waves of emotions that come and go.

"Call me daddy. That's the only name I should hear come out of your mouth, understand?"

"Yes, Daddy, I understand," you answer, looking lovingly into the eyes of the man who owned you for the next week or so.

He made you feel loved, even if it wasn't in a way that made your heart flutter.

Only Kibum could do that, and there was no more to be seen.

You eventually lay back down in the bed, beginning to scroll through your phone. There may be an exhaustion wave, but it doesn't mean that the brain has fallen asleep one bit.

When Taemin hears nothing but silence, he decides to walk down the hall and check up on you.

"y/n, I heard some noises, is everything alright?" He starts soft, not wanting you to know he recognized the sounds as sobs and screams.

"Everything is okay, daddy," you reply, forcing a half-smile. "I think there were some men down below moving things, or something like that."

His skin crawls at your use of the nickname. God, he hated how unnatural it sounded coming from your lips. To top it off, he knows how effortlessly you lied to him about the sound.

"Are you sure everything is okay, love- princess?" Fuck. The name slipped. It wasn't intentional. It came out like butter, the words slid off of his tongue before he could think about them.

"Yes, daddy, everything is okay," you push the persona, part of you is looking for comfort but the other half is afraid at the caring atmosphere of this very moment. For the college fund. You'll do it for the college fund.

"I can't keep watching you lie to me. You should know that by now, especially after our meeting," he sighs in defeat. He sits next to your laying down figure on the bed. "I heard it all, but I wasn't sure what you might need me to do." There's no venom when he says it.

"Please don't fire me, I swear I can control them, please," you beg. "I think it might be better if you do fire me, since you don't really use me for what I'm worth, but if I'm making you happy I can be okay, I won't have any more attacks, I'm sorry."

"What makes you think I'm going to fire you?"

Your desperate orbs stare back into his eyes, pleading for something, anything that can save this job. Not only does it pay well but it isn't very sexually demanding, at least yet. You wouldn't mind if it was, this was beginning to feel too intimate and you were getting scared.

"I don't know," you reply.

In that moment you look so desperate and broken that Taemin feels the need to fix you. Even if it wouldn't be possible, he had to try. He leans closer to you, putting his arm by the side of your head to keep from falling on top of you. Hesitant at your reaction, his lips meet yours slowly.

He wanted to engulf you in his love, make your pain go away. For the first time, this was suddenly about more than having sex with attractive girls. It hurt him when you were hurting, every second that he heard you struggle made him want to fix it. Love you until you would feel, because while he didn't know what caused you to feel broken, he could tell you were numb somewhere.

A tear rolls down your cheek as he kisses you, a second of fear shuddering from your lips down your spine, but dissipating into a bit of comfort.

"Daddy, w-why," you trail off.

"I guess I couldn't stay true to the 7 day rule. You're beautiful, has anyone ever told you that?" Taemin says, hand cupping your cheek.

"You sound like Kibum." It's all you can manage to say or think in the moment, and you regret it the second it comes out of your mouth. Taemin's face goes stone cold.

"Who the fuck is Kibum?"

"An ex of mine, he's not anything to worry about, I just- I couldn't help what I said, daddy, please forgive me, please," you sense the change of atmosphere in the room.

His expression falls again. "Is that why you were crying? Do you miss him?"

"N-No, he-" your eyes begin to water at the thought of him again. "He's not a good memory."

"Nothing is going to hurt you here." He leans down once again and gives you a long kiss on the forehead.

"Daddy," you start. "Can I do something quickly?"

"Sure, what do you need princess?"

You shakily reach your hands up to the sides of his face and pull it towards yours. You kiss him softly, the familiar comfort of the first time returning to you. He responds within a few seconds, kissing back just as slowly as you had.

"Sit up," he commands.

You pull yourself up with him from where you had been laying down, and he pulls you in again for another kiss. It continues just as slowly, but this time he adds his tongue into the mix. You let him with no fight, feeling as he explores every inch of your mouth and your lips can't get enough of one another.

Your arms find their way around his neck and his hands find their way to settle on your waist. Like the clouds clearing after a storm, you find some kind of warmth in the kiss you share. More than just a kiss that you might share with a client.

Heavy breaths were taken from your nose until you couldn't take any more of them. You swear that your heart's been skipping beats for the last two minutes or so that it lasted, but time is irrelevant now. As you pull away, his lips chase yours.

Like someone lit a match inside of you, your heart blossomed just the slightest bit.

"y/n."

"Daddy," you utter.

"You should get some rest, you've had a tough night. I'll see you in the morning." He smiles softly at you, even when he knows you can't see it in the dark.

"W-wait, Taem- I mean, Daddy-" you stumble over words as they escape your mouth. "Could you stay until I fall asleep?"

"Are you not big enough to sleep by yourself, princess?"

"I-I am, but I just- I feel better with you there," your voice gets quieter on the last part.

"Ten minutes, and then I'm going back to my room." He shakes his head.

He spoons you as you begin to drift off, an odd feeling of serenity in your body. The warmth radiating from his body spreads to your back and is like a blanket engulfing you in its warmth.

You never slept better since the start of you and Kibum.

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cloudytaemin · 2 years

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Sugar (Act III)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Series Genre: Sugar Daddy AU, Smut, PWP, PWF

Series Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Mental Illness, Depression, Alcohol, Sex, Daddy Kink, BDSM

Chapter Warnings: Pet Names, Mild Smut

WC: 1.65k

A/N: Well, that was fast, wasn't it? :) I solemnly swear I will try harder to get chapters out faster ;-;

Taglist: @taerzannie @taem-min @badpvn @aquawol

Taemin makes his way down the hallway with your two opposing suites, ready to relax in bed for the night. He notices your door slightly cracked and approaches to make sure no creep has showed up in your room (he really just wanted to see if you were asleep and bid you goodnight).

Soft groans echo as he steps inside. Maybe a creep really did sneak in, he thinks.

You're too lost in your own imagination and the bliss of your fingers to hear Taemin approach from outside the door, nor do you hear him walk far enough in to find the shocking view of you deep inside of your own cunt.

"Fuck," you moan. "T-Taemin, daddy-" you stutter out, eyes tightly shut and pussy dripping around your fingers more than before.

He coughs lightly, causing you to jump. "Holy shit," you exclaim, immediately pulling your hand out of your warmth and wiping it on the sheets. "I- uhm- I thought that you didn't have a key to my room," you explain, not really trying to give any good argument.

"I don't. You left the door open, and I came to say goodnight and make sure you'd fallen asleep. Feeling sobered?" He raises an eyebrow at you and smirks, arms crossed over his chest.

"Y-Yeah, I guess so, daddy," you return to using the word casually, trying not to make the environment between the two of you awkward.

If he was being honest, he was losing his absolute shit over what he just saw. If it was up to him, he would be a moaning mess on top of you right now and you'd be begging him for more. It was getting harder by the second to even resist kissing you.

"Well, get some sleep princess, you probably need it." He can't help but walk up to your sitting figure on the bed and stroke your hair a bit. It couldn't hurt that much. "Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow." Taemin gives you a kiss on the head before turning around and leaving.

The second you hear the door click, you groan out of embarrassment. Did that really just happen? Taemin saw you, with your hand in your pussy, fingering yourself while moaning his name. Most of your sugar daddies would have fucked you right then and there. You guess Taemin really is different from the rest, based on all of his actions tonight.

In all reality, despite it only being 1 am, you do need to get up around 6 and make it back to your dorm to have an extra hour to study before your exam at 8. Five hours of sleep should do.

You drift off while thinking about Taemin spooning you.

It's quite unfortunate that when you wake up at 6 and catch a cab back to your campus, Taemin hasn't awoken yet. He'll probably scold you later for leaving without him. At least you left a text. Not that it was true, but a text nonetheless.

When he wakes up, he's furious. How could someone stand him up like this? You signed a contract. You're supposed to follow it. This was starting to feel more like a contracted relationship rather than you being his sugar baby.

T: y/n, I expect you to be at my office by 10 today or I'm signing you off. Permanently. This isn't tolerable behavior

y/n: i'm sorry i swear i'll try to make it not happen again

y/n: i didn't mean to leave you but i didn't want to wake you up

T: Does it sound like I'm asking for an explanation? Get your ass downtown or we'll have a real problem

y/n: yes daddy

You step out of the taxi to the corporate building Taemin is the CEO of, a bit nervous. You take deep breaths and try not to let your anxiety get the best of you, but that's what happens in most situations. Just breathe. Nothing will hurt you. He's not going to hit you, or harm you, its just a few strong words, you remind yourself.

The ride through the elevator only makes it worse, as you have more time to think about how horrible the whole encounter will be. You bow to the secretary as you step out and knock softly on the wooden doors of Taemin's office.

It's opened by one of his guards, but they're motioned to leave the room shortly after. He sits with his hands in front of him, fingers laced together and eyes cold. "What makes you think you can up and leave at any moment you want? Are you a slut or something?" He stands and walks in front of you, but you don't look up at his face when he gets close. He lifts your chin and holds it there with his hand. "I don't pay you to be a slut, y/n."

Tears brim the corners of your eyes as you feel a panic attack coming on. He's treating you too harshly for you to feel or respond in an okay way right now. A lone one falls down your cheek and onto his skin as he holds your chin up. "Why are you crying, y/n?"

You can't hear his question, too lost in the fear to think. You try to control your breathing and your eyes focus on counting the number of times Taemin blinks, trying to pull yourself back into reality. "Hey, y/n, y/n, pay attention, princess, hey, I'm here, don't cry, you're okay, take a deep breath, ground yourself," he suddenly becomes soothing again, wiping your tears with the thumb of his other hand.

After 45 blinks, you manage to pull yourself back. "I'm sorry," you get out, whispering. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"I feel like I'm in a contracted relationship, and I'm definitely not paying to try and date someone. If I wanted that, I would be married by now," he chuckles a bit. "So please, just do what I pay you to do, okay? This is the one and only warning I'll give you."

You manage to meet his eyes again and nod. "C-can I just ask one thing?" Better now than never.

"Hm, what is it?"

"I-I need Thursdays and Mondays off," you say, taking a deep breath.

"Why. You know the contract doesn't allow that."

"Please, I'll do anything," you're desperate. You can't keep skipping class for this job.

"Dammit, you're lucky I like you. Fine. But you're staying with me all of the day on Fridays and Tuesdays," he reasons.

"I can do that, thank you so much Daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you." You can't help but hug him and bury your face in his suit jacket, he did everything he could to help you in that moment.

None of the men you had worked for had worked you through a mild attack like that. None of them had ever comforted you the way he had, none of them would give you days off for shit. He cared. Even if it was just a little bit.

If Taemin was being honest with himself, it really fucking bothered him that you called him Daddy as you thanked him. Sure, he enjoyed it in bed, but this whole thing with you felt wrong unless it was sexual. He felt like you needed to call him Taemin. That was all that seemed right, what seemed comfortable.

It was beginning to feel unnervingly like a relationship, and it was only the third day.

"Today is Tuesday, so you have to stay now," he points out.

"Okay," you find a place on the couch to the left of his desk and admire the view of the city out the window.

"y/n, I have a question for you, I'm not sure if you'll understand it, but I figure any advice is better than none." Your ears perk up as you listen to what he's going to say. "YG's stocks have fallen by 35% since Blackpink's ongoing hiatus began, and ours have considerably fallen behind Hybe's since Enhypen and TXT debuted. We have three groups ready to debut, or close to it. We just debuted SuperM recently, so do we debut a boy group or a girl group? Statistically, boy groups do better but girl groups have a more booming debut," he explains. Hell yeah. This was your shit, you were a business major for god's sake.

"Well, since Blackpink's likelihood of coming back is very low as of recent, I wouldn't worry about YG. About Hybe, however, they have two boy groups pulling in right now so the best choice would be to compete in the same market since Red Velvet just came back and had a successful one at that. The girl groups area is doing fine with aespa on its back as well, I would debut a boy group." You reason a bit more in your head. "Hybe's stocks fell 25% since BTS' hiatus was announced, so I would jump ahead while you can. Either might work okay, but a boy group would pull more in," you finish.

He's absolutely stunned in the best possible way he could ever be. You provided the smartest, most justified response that he could have ever asked for out of any of his employees.

And you're beautiful to top it all off? Shit, he might be falling for more than just you being his sugar baby.

"Thank you, that was a well posed explanation," he adds, going back to typing on his computer.

It takes a few more hours of typing away before Taemin finally tells you that you'll be leaving. "Where are we headed, Daddy?"

"Just home, I don't feel like anything fancy today princess," he says, turning to smile softly at you.

You mentally sigh in relief. You don't know if you could take another whole night of what happened yesterday.

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Sugar (Act II)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Series Genre: Sugar Daddy AU, Smut, PWP, PWF

Series Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Mental Illness, Depression, Alcohol, Sex, Daddy Kink, BDSM

Chapter Warnings: Pet Names, Suggestive

WC: 2.47k

A/N: This took me for fucking ever, sorry lol. But it's kinda long so I hope you enjoy it! Things will heat up next chapter ;)

Taglist: @taerzannie @taem-min @aquawol @badpvn

You cut into your meal at the restaurant, looking up at Taemin every few seconds. You couldn't help stealing a glance at him, hell, it was hard to not stare. There's a slightly uncomfortable silence between the two of you as you eat, no sparks of conversation coming to view. "So, what do you do for a living? If you're comfortable sharing, I mean, I don't want to be personal or anything," you stumble over your words in the last sentence, afraid to scare him off.

"Seriously?" He frowns slightly and swirls the wine in his glass before taking a sip.

"Should I say something else?" You bite back, a little annoyance in your tone. You're supposed to be submissive and do simply whatever he wants, but you can't help the fact that he wanted to go on something like a date when all this is supposed to be is him shoving his dick inside you and pouring out some money or designer goods (which you usually end up selling anyways).

"Well, I'm not sure, I assumed you would already know who I was." He shrugs and takes another bite of his steak, chewing slowly.

What? Know him? Who the hell did this guy think he was? Some idol or something? Does he expect you to Google every guy that hires you? "I have no idea who you are, honestly. I'm just here to do what I was hired for," you say, calmer this time.

"Lee Taemin? CEO of SM Entertainment? Ring a bell?" You shake your head no. "You've got to be kidding me. Danger. Criminal. Want? You at least have to know Move, we live in the same damn country!"

You have no clue what any of these are. "Are these.. names? Of something?" It's a genuine question, you really don't know what he's talking about.

He sighs and puts his fork and knife down on the table. "y/n, really. You're hurting my ego. I was an idol. I retired early to take over the entertainment company I was under when my father died. You have to have heard something like that in the headlines. I've been on Music Bank at least 100 times, my career ran until I was 26. I was in the idol group SHINee?" He rambles on and on about his career until the word SHINee clicks in your head with Music Bank, you remember seeing them once briefly there.

"I think I saw SHINee once when I was 12, somewhere around that age..." you try to remember their faces. Maybe they preformed Lucifer? You have no idea. "But, seriously, I don't know you."

"Well, I suppose I summed it up. I am the CEO of SM Entertainment, a media company that does various things. Do you have a job?"

"Just this," you say, not wanting to reveal too much.

Taemin looks and feels unamused. Who was he to think someone like you might be a little different than all of the others, someone who actually cared for something besides only his money, he was stupid. "So you're a freelance worker selling your time and body to men like me? That's it? All you want out of this is sex, money, and designer items?"

"No, it's not like that, but I'd prefer not to talk about it, really," you begin to feel cornered by his harsh words. You focus your eyes on your almost-untouched meal, not wanting to look him in the eye.

"What is it then? Tell me. To be clear, that's an order, not a request." He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms.

"Fine, I lied. One of my family members is sick, I need to take care of them," you lie yet again, tone a bit lighter near the end. "I'm young and I can't afford anything else."

He's surprised yet again when you say that. Taemin knows most of the women he gets to be his sugar babies are young, but you're likely close to his age, or relatively at least.

Maybe you weren't as bad as he thought you would be.

You study his face as you see his eyes widen. Was he thinking that you were too professional for this? Hopefully not. It reminds you a bit of Kibum again, his eyes widened when he was shocked, but in the funniest ways.

"Are you not hungry?" Taemin suddenly inquires, pulling you out of your thoughts. "You barely touched your food," he points out.

You're starving, but who would you be to tell him that? "I'm actually not that h-" your stomach grumbling interrupts you mid-sentence. Well shit, now he's going to think I'm a liar, you think.

"Oh, not hungry you say," he chuckles as he raises an eyebrow at you. "Eat, seriously, I'm not going to freak on you if your stomach isn't caving in a shape resembling the Grand Canyon." He nods towards your plate. "But don't make a pig out of yourself."

You had ordered something that you knew wouldn't be as appetizing as ordering the one meal you wanted more than anything else. They had your favorite dish on the menu, it was becoming harder by the second not to order it.

The next time the waiter comes around, you order it and ask him to take your current meal away. Taemin smiles slightly, but you don't catch it until the last second. It catches you off guard for a slight second, he looked genuine. Maybe that was just has business skill.

In reality, he's glad you're loosening up a bit. All the women he usually gets to do this with him refuse to get one bit comfortable. He notices your figure relax ever so slightly as you begin to eat, looking less stressed. His eyes travel down just a bit to your breasts, so annoyingly contained in the beautiful dress he bought for you to wear tonight.

He surprises himself as he imagines you laid out on his mattress, body on display as he teases you with a toy. Maybe he would fuck you somewhere else, right on the marble counters of his kitchen or even in his office at work. Shit, you would look incredible with your lips wrapped around his cock under his desk while he took a phone call. He would ruin you with his thrusts into your mouth as he signed off papers and wrote notes listening to whoever would be on the phone with him.

God, why is he thinking like this? He usually doesn't catch any sexual desires until the sixth night. It's because of how different you are. Someone who isn't annoyingly prim and proper, you can listen but you actually attempt to make conversation with him. Your voice isn't stupidly fake or over exaggerated, he's finally found someone normal.

After eating the meal you just did, you feel like you need to burn it off with dancing. Now, honestly, you aren't one to party very often, but something about today had you itching for it. "I don't want to sound rude, but are we leaving soon?"

"Ah, it is getting late, we should go," Taemin says, standing. "I paid in advance, I told them to take whatever was leftover as tip," he smiles. "Shall we?" He reaches out his hand, to which you take hesitantly.

As you step into the car's backseat, you make another request. "Do you mind dropping me off at the club a few streets down..?"

"Dancing now, are you?" Taemin inquires, smirking. "Was our second meeting that stressful?" He jokes.

"No, god, not at all," you rush out, looking at his face again to emphasize your point. "I just want to burn off what I just ate is all."

"Mind if I join you?" He asks, pulling out his phone and unlocking it. "But we'd be going to a much different club, I can assure you it's much better."

He wanted to go with? That was odd. "I don't have a choice, do I?"

"Of course not, princess," he smiles teasingly and the location pops up on the display in the front seat. "Take us there, please," he says to the driver.

The ride is overall quiet until the sound of pumping music itches your ears and body. You were way further downtown now, into the richer and more lush part of town. You know that you're supposed to be looking at him or paying him attention, but you're distracted by the window and flashbacks of when Kibum used to take you clubbing with his friends.

Taemin, meanwhile, is busy eyeing you. Your soft features as your head is turned toward the window, that dress revealing more of your body shape at every second you wear it. He imagines whispering into your ear from behind on the dance floor, asking you how he's making you feel.

The SUV pulls into a side part of the club, and you're escorted into an elevator that takes you to the second floor. You decide not to question it.

He'll probably end up losing control and fuck you on the first night anyway. That's how they all were, after all. "We're staying here for the night. I booked two rooms on the second floor, you can stay there. I expect you to be out in ten minutes and wearing what is set out for you," he says strictly, handing you an expensive looking keycard.

It was a little annoying how he could seem so charismatic and fun one second, but then strict and demanding the next. Part of the little things he did at dinner made you ignore that, though, and he booked two rooms so it seemed like he didn't plan on making a move tonight.

As expected by your sugar daddy, you're out in ten minutes. You walk to the small sitting area at the front and try not to gasp at the sight.

Taemin is wearing a blue silk shirt tucked into his black skinny jeans, hair falling over his eyes ever so slightly. A pair of black dress shoes can be found on his feet, but the wristwatch and silver chain necklace make you fall even harder for the look. "I'm ready," you comment, smiling a bit.

"You look incredible, princess," he comments, holding out his hand yet again for you. You could say the same to him, he looks like a god. A model. Whatever word is fitting.

You take it shakily for the second time that night. "Thank you, Daddy," you reply.

Fuck it, you think as you hear the music downstairs. "Am I allowed to go dance, daddy?" I can't believe I'm asking for shit like this again, you reminisce over all the times you've had to ask for things from your money suppliers and been rejected.

"Of course you can, princess, I wouldn't keep you from that my dear," he replies. Your eyes say it all to him, that answer was new.

You walk excitedly to the dance floor after telling Taemin you would be right back. This is your environment. You missed this.

A few songs go by without a single worry of your sugar daddy passing your mind until Pitbull and Jennifer Lopez's 'On The Floor' starts to blare through the speakers. Fuck. This was your and Kibum's song.

You stumble between the people on the floor and make it to the bar, trying to hold back tears as you order shots. "Two shots, please," you say, gulping them down quickly and shaking your head as the alcohol burns down your throat.

Your least favorite person (you didn't hate him that much) observes as you drink. "I wonder why," he whispers to himself, sipping his martini.

After a few more dances and drinks, you've forgotten about Taemin and just want a hot guy to console your heart for the night. Losing Kibum was enough, maybe one night could help. You saunter into the booth area, spotting Taemin. A wave of familiarity crashes through you, but you're too drunk to put your finger on it.

"Hey handsome," you giggle, sliding into the booth next to him. "are you alone tonight?"

"y/n, how much did you have to fucking drink?" He asks, half in shock and the other half in amusement at your sudden outgoing behavior. If he was being honest, he didn't mind it one bit, it made you even sexier than before. "Have a little coffee to clear your head and let's talk, okay? I don't think you'll like the consequence that comes with what you're doing right now." As much as he'd like to stick his tongue in not only your mouth but your pussy right now, he has to remain calm. Respect was something big to him, even if he was paying you. No sex for the first seven days. It's his own contract, he has to follow.

You stare back at him in shock. "Guys are sooo mean," you slur your words a bit.

He orders you a coffee and tries to get your memory back in shape. "y/n, you know who I am. This isn't very good of you to be doing this especially when your daddy said otherwise, is it?" It clicks in your head.

Fuck. What have I done? He's going to fucking fire me, I can't lose this, get coordinated no matter how drunk you are, come on y/n! The second the coffee is set down on the table, you drink half of it. "I," you slur, focusing to get your words straight, "remember, Daddy."

"Good princess," he coos, stroking your cheek. "I'm going to go for a dance, join me?"

"Yes daddy," you half-drunkenly nod, the coffee waking up a few of your senses.

Taemin's own song begins to play over the speakers, putting a confident smirk on his face. Move plays increasingly loud, filling your ears. "This is the song I wanted you to hear, just watch." he says into your ear.

You turn and find him doing the choreography. There's just something about the way that his hips move that has you seeing him in a different light than you have the whole evening. His face is stone cold, dominating over the music even though his movement is so subtle. When the song ends, his face breaks and he smiles. God, he's so irresistible.

"D-Daddy," you stutter on the word, not even knowing if you mean it in a casual light anymore. "I think I'm tired, I'm going to go to sleep, do you mind?"

What a bore, after that show I put on?, he thinks, but lets you go anyway. You probably need the sleep. "Sleep well, princess, I'll see you tomorrow," he winks before you leave.

You have plans that don't follow the regimen of sleep one bit.

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cloudytaemin · 2 years

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hi y/nnies,

i know sugar's second chapter is delayed as fuck, trust me. i'm about halfway done, i'm trying to make sure to give you guys a side of taemin as well whilst also making him the sexy man he is haha. should be out by sunday, may 22 (or before then, depends how i write)! but yeah pls be patient i love u guys <3

your dearest writer, darien

p.s. - kibum will have an angsty feature as his character in this story, that's why he was mentioned in chap. 1.

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Sugar (Act I)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Series Genre: Sugar Daddy AU, Smut, PWP, PWF

Series Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Mental Illness, Depression, Alcohol, Sex, Daddy Kink, BDSM

Chapter Warnings: Depression, Pet Names

WC: 1.54k

Taglist: @taerzannie @taem-min @aquawol @badpvn

You shut your journal harshly, leaning back in your desk chair to sigh. It's been four weeks since you had last worked on getting any money for your college fund, you would have to put some of your spending money in to stay on track if it kept going like this.

Unlike most college students, your part-time job did not involve working at a local place or doordashing. Sugar babies made the most of them all, right? And you can't be a prostitute unless they strictly ask you to. So.. aren't they just a companion? That's what you tell yourself for the thousandth time as you open your most dreaded app.

The animation greets you happily as the name flashes across the screen in cute font, 'Kkochminam!', or 'flower girl'. Twelve new chats have been opened over your four weeks of inactivity, various men of old age reaching out to attempt to get your service.

A single chat catches your eye as you read through them, this one has no profile picture and a simple name. Most of the sugar daddies looking for someone to have with them would have a name like Master Kiwon or some stupid shit along those lines. This one was only a first name. No Mr., Master, Sir, Daddy, just one word. Taemin.

You didn't get your hopes up as you opened it, knowing he would be the same as all of them. But one thing was different, so maybe he could be the winner of the twelve others for creativity.

T: Hello, y/n. My name is Lee Taemin, I'd like to meet up if possible. I can treat you to whatever you ask.

Nothing special. Same old bullshit, you think to yourself.

y/n: Sure, I'd like to meet! Time and place? ;)

The winky face always gets them. The one thing that surprises you yet again is how quickly he opens it and replies, as if he had been waiting for you.

T: Tomorrow, 10 am. Be punctual, please. My driver will pick you up in a black SUV.

y/n: Got it! See you then.

It felt off, but not in the worst sense. He was to the point and just wanted to see you right away. You throw your phone onto your bed nearby and stare out the window, only now realizing that the sun has almost set.

Orange, pink, purple, and mild yellows sit in neat lines stacked upon one another, connected only by a faint gradient. You think of how you and Kibum had used to watch the sunset, the two of you sitting until the bright sun disappeared, and with the sun he went too. A sad smile flashes over your features before you recollect yourself and begin to think how you'll spend the rest of your night.

As the morning comes and the pitter patter of rain acts as a never ending alarm, you check the time on your phone sluggishly. 09:23. Shit, I need at least 40 minutes to get ready, you curse yourself mentally as the time alerts you to being awake.

You run a brush through your hair as you look for what to wear. The new guy seemed to be very unpredictable, so it was hard to know exactly what he might find appealing. You go with something gray, cute, and still a little professional. It can't quite be classified as business casual, but not classy either.

You take your time doing your hair and put on some makeup, but not enough to make it seem like you didn't care. To be clear, you didn't, but nobody wants to give that impression.

Taemin checks his watch at the cafe while he waits for his driver to arrive. It was 10:12 by now, if he had calculated properly you would be here by 10:20 or 10:21 at the latest. He fiddles with the rings adorning his left finger, admiring how the light reflects off of the sterling silver.

He was hoping you may recognize him, just to give him a slight advantage. It was likely that you wouldn't, but he could be a little optimistic, couldn't he?

The infamous CEO had inherited his father's company, but had a completely different approach and habits. While the former owner had enjoyed outings and making friends with his workers, Taemin was cold and would fire anyone who did their job improperly. He had no time to sit around and fix each mistake that a worker made, they should have been doing it right if that's the field they were hired for. On the contrary, the young entrepreneur had an insatiable sexual hunger and a well-known reputation for sleeping with women.

Where the hell can I find a little warm coffee around this country? It all tastes like shit. He sips it cautiously, not wanting to drink much more of it or let the taste linger on his tongue. Taemin is quickly pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of your footsteps. He raises his eyes expectantly, pleased with what he sees when you turn the corner.

You refuse to look up until you sit down at the small table in the cafe. You look up and are surprised to see a very young man, his blonde hair falling slightly in front of his eyes.

It reminds you of Kibum. No matter what had happened to him the night before, he would always show up at the coffee shop on your corner. Whether it was a bruised eye or a lack of sleep, he never failed to make it. His hair was always a bit tousled, blonde locks at the sides of his face. His dry lips would curl into a smile at the sight of you, and he would get an americano.

"Hello? y/n, earth to y/n?" Taemin looks annoyed and raises an eyebrow at you, waving his hand before your eyes.

"Sorry, I'm here," you stumble on your words, holding eye contact with him.

"Good. Let's not make that an issue for the future, yes?" He waves his hand and a warm coffee is placed in front of you. "Princess, have you already forgotten why you're here?"

"No, daddy," the words roll off your tongue effortlessly, it has to have been the millionth time you've said it. "I'm here for you and only you."

"Good princess. I have a few things I need you to look over. I'm not like most of the other men that you've probably been around, I have rules and I expect you to follow them down to every last letter. Understood?"

You nod as he slides a paper towards you. The text is simple and to the point.

The employe and boss will undergo a trial period of one week. If found acceptable, the employee will continue to work for the boss. The employee is required to and should abide by the following clause. If the employee chooses not to follow the clause, they shall be released by the management.

In order to receive checks, you will be expected to follow the rules set in this clause. It is expected that you should not sleep with anyone else, regardless of relation. If I call for you, I expect that you be there unless there is a situation detrimental to your health. For the first few days, we will not sleep with one another under sexual relations. I will need to know you before I fuck you.

The clause is handwritten on the page in slightly unorthodox handwriting, you can tell it was truly thought out. Parts of it, at least.

"Can I sign it today?" You ask, eyes still trained on his handwriting. It isn't that he's ugly or there's nothing special, he's definitely one of the most attractive people you've ever seen.. but it's odd. The fact that he's not old and about to croak makes you feel like you're meeting with someone who won't pay you up to 20,000 a week just to spend time with him.

"If you please," he says flatly, pulling a pen out of his inner breast pocket. "Once the ink is on paper, you're bound to me."

You nod. "Yes, daddy." Your fingertips brush his as you take the pen from him. They're noticeably small, but soft and warm. It only takes a single touch for a single millisecond to know. You sign the paper hastily, sliding it along with the pen back to his side of the table.

"Good, I'll see you at 5 pm tomorrow then," he stands and tucks the pen back into his pocket. "Wear this, we'll be at dinner at one of my friends' steakhouses." He hands you a thick, expensive-looking box.

You stand as well and bow to him. It feels just a little bit odd to be receiving this and going to dinner the next day. You appreciated how you didn't have to have sex with him for at least the first few nights, it gave you a bit of time to get comfortable.

That night, you fall asleep early, exhausted between meeting Taemin and having to put up that god-forbidden daddy act. It's all for the college fund, just keep going for the fund, you remind yourself.

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