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Grab The Headboard - Onew / Lee Jinki

W/C: 3.3K

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Prompts: “Grab the headboard for me, will ya?” + “I was just about to wash up. Care to join?”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, nipple sucking, clit sucking, clit stimulation, fingering, undirected sex, 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 were removing your coat when Jinki places his hands on your hips and pulls you against him, his chin comes to rest on your shoulder, and you feel his lips and breath brush against your ear, his hands slowly slide to your stomach, and he holds you for a moment, you lean into his touch, feeling his warmth embracing you and his scent surrounding you. You pause your movements before slowly turning around to face him, you lift your arms and loosely wrap them over his shoulders and lock your hands together behind his head.

“You’re in a loving mood, right now,” You say and lean a little closer to him. “Not that I mind at all,” You tilt your head and press your lips against his, your eyes shut as you feel his warm lips touching yours. Your lips move with his, and you feel him slowly starting to walk you backwards down the hallway. Your back hits a wall, and you feel his hands moving over your hips and up your sides, until he pushes the jacket off your shoulders, you unwrap your arms from around him and allow the piece of clothing to hit the floor before your hands reach for his sweater and push it down his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as well.

He pulls you away from the wall and walks backwards towards the direction of your bedroom, you manage to make it inside without hitting another wall. Your hands curl into his t-shirt, and you pull it upwards, letting your knuckles brush along his warm skin, you break away from the heated kiss, strings of saliva breaking off in the process, and pull his shirt over his head. He releases you as he lifts his arms to let you remove his shirt completely before they were right back onto your hips, pulling at your own shirt. You were both starting to breathe harder and heavier, you could feel your insides taking a dip and your skin heating up as the atmosphere in the air changed.

His knuckles brush along your skin as he lifts your shirt, leaving a burning trail behind on your skin as he does, you lift your arms and let him remove the fabric completely and toss it aside, his lips brush along your jaw, and he kisses his way down your neck and over your collarbone, your hands move to his waistband and slowly move to the front where you found his belt buckle. His hands slide along your sides and dip underneath the elastic of your bra, he pulls back from your collarbone and lifts your bra upwards and removes it. The only sound in the room was the sound of you both already panting.

“The good news did you good, it seems,” You say as you pull at his belt, pulling it through the loops and letting it hit the floor. “Not that I’m minding this one bit,” You lean closer and press your lips against his jaw, and kiss your way down his neck and pause at his collarbone.

“Ohh, oh,” He sighs as he feels your teeth nibbling on his skin. “I’m more than happy, and I just want to show you my appreciation and my love for you,” You undo the button on hiss jeans and pull the zipper down. “I want you on the bed, now, sweetheart,” He takes hold of your hands and pulls them away from his jeans that were now starting to fall down. You pull your hands out of his grasp as you begin to turn around, you feel his fingers hook into your waistband and stop you. “Just before you go…” You feel him tug your pants down along with your panties, they pool around your ankles and you step out of them before climbing onto the bed and laying down in the centre of it.

You could feel his eyes burning on you as he slowly takes in every part of you, drinking up the sight of you completely bare in front of him and laying in the middle of the bed, waiting just for him to do something to you. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he hardens just a little more. He pushes his jeans down further until they hit the floor, and he steps out of them as he steps closer to the bed. You could feel your pussy twitch in excitement as the bed dips when he climbs onto it and move between your legs, you bite the inside of your cheeks as you feel his warmth against your inner thighs. His lips make contact with your abdomen, and he slowly kisses his way up your stomach.

“Jinki…” You breathe out and reach for the back of his head and curl your fingers into his locks. He kisses over the curve of your boob before his lips find your nipple, and you feel his hot breath blow against the bud, your body jolts as you feel his warm tongue press against the bud as he licks over it before wrapping his lips around it. “Ohh, my gosh, Jinki…” You feel his hand sliding over your hip and over your side, before he cups your other breast and squeezes it. You could feel his hot breathing against your boob and hear it as it was only getting louder.

“Hmm, feels so good,” You mutter. You could feel your insides dropping and forming into a tight knot inside you, you move your hand to his arm and slowly slide it upwards until you’re gripping his shoulder. You could feel his hips pushing against yours, and you could feel his cock slowly hardening against your pussy. “Jinki,” You feel your nipple growing sensitive the more he sucks on it, and used the tip of his tongue to play with it. “Hmm…” You slip your other hand between your bodies and cup him through his underwear.

“Hmm,” He hums against your nipple as he feels your hand make contact with his member. The vibrations travel through you and straight to your pussy, making it grow wetter. He pulls away from your nipple with a soft popping sound and lifts his head to look at you as he rubs your other nipple with the palm of his hand. “I should have done this a lot more in the past few months,” He dips his head, and you feel his lips brush against the curve of your breast.

“You know I don’t mind waiting,” You say. “I can wait,” He lifts his head, guilt swirling in his eyes along with lust and love. “Jinki, I promise you, this moment right now, it was worth the wait, please don’t feel guilty, there were more important things happening, like your health,” He lets out a sigh and slowly nods his head. “Your health is more important to me, Jinki, I want you to be healthy first and foremost,” You move your hand from his shoulder to cup his cheek and pull him towards your face. “Do you understand?” He nods his head, and you press your lips against his, kissing him deeply and softly, it lasted only a few seconds before he pulls back.

“Then let me try and make up for the past few months of neglect,” He says. Before you could say anything else, he pulls his face out of your grip and releases your breast as he moves lower, his lips brush along your stomach as he does, and you feel goosebumps forming on your skin. His lips brush over your mound and slowly move lower and lower, you could feel your body tensing as you prepare for the moment you would feel his breath on your folds.

“Ohh,” You moan once you feel his breath blow against your folds. “Jinki…” His nose brush over your folds before you feel his warm wet tongue licking a slow long stripe over your folds, which causes a tingling sensation to travel up your spine and explode inside your mind. “Ohh, my fucking…” Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling as he does it again, this time his tongue slips between your folds, and you feel him lick a stripe along your pussy and towards your clit. “Ohh, oh, my, Jinki…” You bend your knees as his tongue gets close to your clit, and your feet drag along the bedding. “OH!” Your thighs push against the sides of his head, and you feel his lips wrap around your clit as you push his head even more against your pussy. “J-Jinki!” Your hand moves down to grip his hair.

“Fucking, fuck…” You moan as you feel your skin heating up more and the room temperature becoming warmer. “Jinki… It feels so good, fuck,” You lift your hips and push your pussy even more against his face, and you feel one of his hands suddenly push down on your hips and push them back against the mattress. “I’ll try not, but fuck…” He sucks just light enough for you to feel shock waves travelling through your body and cause an orgasm to start building inside you. You suck in your stomach when you feel his fingers brush against your folds before they slip between them. “Jiinnkiii,” You could hear the wet sucking sounds of your wetness as his fingers push through them.

“Oh, my fucking, fuck,” You breathe out and bring your other hand to your face to cover your eyes with your forearm, closing your eyes in the process. “Ohh, my fucking…” You feel his fingers probing at your slit, and pushing down against it. “Two, two, fuck, use two, please,” You sounded desperate, maybe because you were, it had been months since you’ve been intimate like this, and fuck, it was worth the wait. You feel two digits slipping into your sopping hole and stretch your walls, the sound of your wetness squelching fills the air as his fingers push into you. “Ohhh, oh, fucking… fuck,” You could feel your muscles tightening at the sensation that goes up your spine. “Jinki… Shit,” You curl your toes into the bedding and tighten your grip on his hair.

“I think I’m gonna cum any minute now, Jinki… fuck,” You say between gasps. Your skin felt like it was set alight, and you could feel sweat already building onto your skin and the bedding sticking to your back. “Ohh, fucking, fuck… Jinki, shit…” You could feel his sucking on your clit becoming a little harsher as his fingers pump in and out of you, curling every few times inside you. “Ohh… Oh,” You move your arm away from your face and reach upwards, you press your hand flat against the headboard before scratching at it. “I’m gonna…” You feel your walls being stretched more as a third digit enters you. “OH, oh, my… fuck,” You squeeze your lids tighter together and begin to specs of dust floating in front of you. “Ohh, shit…” His fingers curl inside you, and you feel them rubbing the right spot. Your breathing picks up, and you could feel the knot inside you treating to come undone.

“JINKI!” You suddenly cry out as he harshly sucks on the bundle of nerve, the tension inside you comes undone and stars fly past your vision behind your lids, your mind ascends into the clouds and your body feels light as it shakes with pleasure. “JINKI, FUCK, FUCK, OH!” He could feel your walls clenching around his fingers as you cum around them. “JIIINNNKKKIII!” You could feel his mouth pulling at your clit while his fingers were curling and uncurling inside you to get you through your high. “FUCK, I, OH, MY FUCKING!” Your mind was a mess, and you were blubbering out any word that seemed to pop up inside it.

Your body slowly begins to calm down from the high it was experiencing, and Jinki could feel it. He slowly releases your clit and pulls his fingers from you. Your legs slowly relax, and you pull them apart to release his head, his warmth disappears from between your legs as you take a moment to catch your breath and gather your scattered thoughts. You slowly open your eyes and look towards him and find him standing at the edge of the bed, now completely nude.

“Fuck, you’re such a good sight,” You mutter and give him a lazy smile. You sit upright and place your hands behind you to keep you propped up. “How do you want me?” He licks his lips and moves his gaze behind you.

“On your hands and knees,” He says. You feel a swirl inside your stomach before nodding your head and turning around to move onto your hands and knees. You feel the bed dip behind you before you feel his hands grip your hips and his cock brushing against your asscheeks. “You’re talking about me being such a good sight, do you know how good the sight of you is?” His hand slides down your hip and over the curve of your ass before it disappears. Your pussy clenches as you feel his cock move between your folds and press against your entrance.

“Fuck… Jinki…” You moan. Your fingers curl into the bedding as you prepare yourself to feel his cock fill you. “Ohh, my fucking…” Your walls were still sensitive as you feel the tip of his cock entering you. “Ohh, oh, fuck, Jinki, fuck… ugmmm,” You feel your back arching as he slowly fills and stretches your walls. “Hmm, so good, fuck…” You blink rapidly at the incredible sensation going through you.

“Uhh, hmm, fuck… ughmm,” He groans as he feels your warm wet walls sucking him right in and squeezing down around his cock. “Fuck… You, oh, you feel so… hmm,” His hand returns to your hip, and you feel his cock fully sink into you before he pauses to give you a moment to adjust. “Shit, you feel so good, it’s been too long,” You feel his hips slowly pull back and his cock slowly slipping from you before he pushes back into you once he was halfway out of you.

“Ohh, fuck, fuck, Jinki…” You moan. The room quickly fills up with the sound of your wetness squelching along with your moaning and his groaning. “Shit, but it was worth it, fuck,” You could feel your muscles slowly starting to tighten, and another knot starts to form inside you. “Jinki, Jinki…” You close your eyes as you feel his hips roll into yours. Your walls squeeze around him for a moment as his cock brushes against the right spot. “Fuck.”

“Shit, that felt good, do it again,” He groans. He could feel his mind starting to spin with the pleasure that was coursing through his body. “Ohh, my…” His grip on our hips tightens as he begins pulling you over his cock, your breasts bounce at the action, and you feel your toes starting to curl. “Fuck…” His tone becomes lower, and it almost sounded like a growl that came from him.

“Jinki, fucking…” You moan and feel your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids. “Shit,” His hands slide up your sides, and you feel his arms wrap around you before you were pulled upwards against his body, one of his hands cups your boob and presses down against it, and firmly holds onto you, while his other hand moves to cup your mound.

“Grab the headboard for me, will ya?” He groans out as he feels your walls pulsing around his cock. You open your eyes to see how far away the headboard was before you reach out with both hands and grip it, hard. “Fuuuucccckkk,” His groans were right in your ear now, and you could feel his hot breath blowing against it and over your neck, which causes goosebumps to form on your skin and your walls to clench around him more rapidly.

“Jink, oh, my fuck, fuck, shit, Jiiinnkkkiii,” You whine out as you feel tears of pleasure starting to form in your eyes. His thrusts were slowly getting faster and harsher and harder. “Fuck, fuck,” You feel him slam his cock into you, and it feels like the air got stuck in your throat for a moment as you gasp and feel tears spill down your cheeks in pleasure. “Jinki!” He could feel his balls starting to tighten as he was getting closer. “Shit, Jinki, oh my fuck!” You could feel your hands starting to hurt as you tighten your grip on the headboard. His fingers move between your folds, and you feel them rapidly begin rubbing your clit. “FUCK, JINKI!” His hand on your boob tightens as he feels your walls clenching harder around him and longer.

“Fuck, do it again, it feels so good,” He moans into your ear. Your eyes roll to the back of your head before they shut, and you find stars already dancing in front of your vision. You could feel your muscles tightening when suddenly everything felt light, your mind and body floats through the air as you come undone around his cock.

“JINKI, FUCK, JINKI, OHHH!” You cry out and arch your back. Your heart drums loudly in your ears as you go through your high. “JIIINNNKKIII OH MY FUCK!” Your walls clamp down around him squeeze him hard and long, as he pulls his hips back and his cock slides halfway out of you, he could feel the tightening feeling in his balls disappear as your walls milk his cock. Hot ropes of cum spill into your pussy, and he lets his head fall backwards in ecstasy.

“Fuuuuuccckkk, Yyyy/nnnn,” He moans as he feels pleasure coursing through him. He pushes his hips against yours and slowly rocks them against yours while his fingers on your clit begin to slow down as he was getting lost in his own pleasure. “FUCK, fuck, hmm, ughmmm,” You slowly descend from your high and feel his hips rocking into yours as he eases himself through his high. “Fuck, Y/n, hmm, so good, hmm…” Your grip on the headboard slowly loosens before you completely release it and let your hands fall to your side. His hips pause against yours, and you feel his breath hit your shoulder again before you feel a soft kiss being placed on top of it.

“Jinki…” You whisper. He pulls his hand away from your pussy, and you feel him slowly lay you down on the bed, his cock slipping out of you in the process. Once you were laying on the bed, he moves to lie next to you as you both catch your breath and gather your thoughts. The afterglow begins settling in, and you feel the temperature in the room slowly cool down and nip at your sweat-covered skin. You lay there and stare at each other for a few minutes. “Are you okay?” He nods his head and smiles at you.

“I’m okay,” He says. “It’s okay,” You nod your head and watch as he sits upright on the bed, you could see his hair sticking to his neck and the side of his face, his skin glistened with sweat coating it. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm, absolutely,” You say. He nods his head and slowly climbs off the bed, you watch as his muscles bulge as he stretches before he turns to look at you again.

“I’m going to go get some water, do you want something?” He asks. You shake your head as you sit upright and use your one arm to keep you upright.

“No, it’s okay,” You say. He nods his head, and you watch as he leaves the room. You look around the room before slowly getting up from the bed and picking up your scattered clothes from the floor and tossing them into the laundry basket before you begin making your way towards the bathroom, you pause as you hear him enter the bedroom and turn towards him. “I was about to wash up. Care to join me?” The smile that you gave him, said enough to him, and he quickly follows you into the bathroom.

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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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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

Page #

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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I ONEW THIS WASNT JUST A ONESHOT I HEARD CELLBITS ASS SAY “THIS SESSION”

#icarus speaks #icarus liveblogs #I FUCKING KENW IT

[kpop-kitkat]

✧ R E Q U E S T S ✧

- * ! groups i write for (my bias in that group):

— 8turn (yungyu)

— &team (yuma)

— ab6ix (woong)

— aimers (yoel)

— astro (member for eternity!moonbin)

— ateez (yeosang)

— blitzers (sya)

— bts (suga)

— cix (yonghee)

— cravity (minhee)

— dkb (lune)

— dkz (sehyeon)

— drippin (alex)

— e'last (romin)

— enhypen (sunghoon)

— epex (a-min)

— exo (baekhyun)

— just b (jm)

— mirae (siyoung)

— monsta x (hyungwon)

— nct all units (yuta, ten, jeno)

— oneus (xion)

— onewe (dongmyeong)

— p1harmony (theo)

— seventeen (jeonghan)

— stray kids (felix)

— tempest (hanbin)

— the boyz (hyunjae)

— tnx (hwi)

— treasure (yoshi)

— trendz (ra.l)

— txt (beomgyu)

— verivery (gyehyeon)

— victon (subin)

— zerobaseone (gunwook)

- * ! what i will not write about ? i pretty much write everything, as long as it isn't like incest or boy x boy smut. i will do mtl, shipping, oneshots, etc. and obviously i don't write smut for any idol under eighteen in american age.

#requests open #kpop #kpopbg #kpopidol #x reader #kpop boys

[synthetickitsune]

♡ Ask me about my wips and I'll love you forever btw ♡ ...but also please ignore this - more than anything it's a list for myself to keep track of things because my docs are getting very messy and I'm losing things and forgetting about them... ...but also please don't - this exists because I have nobody to talk with about writing and what I wanna write... ...also drabbles are not included in this because I write those when I feel like writing them...

[Last updated: 16/4/2024]

Requests ...things with ✓ next to them are written and queued up to be posted~

DK + come back to me if he hurts you [✓]

Dino + words left unsaid [✓]

Yonghoon + notes & i hoped i’d meet someone like you for a long time

LSH + words left unsaid

Joonggil + his gaze touched me before his hands touched me

Gwi + soft spot for his human

Gwi + forever is a long time, are you sure you can handle it [✓]

Soft LSH smut

Jealous hard dom Jun smut

Woozi comfort

Florist San

Onewe when their s/o wears revealing clothing [1/5]

Yandere!SF9 when their s/o escapes and comes back [5.5/9]

SVT and silent treatment

WIPS... ...the things that I'm currently actively working on and will finish soon... hopefully...

various requests

...the things that are half-finished but I need to be in a certain headspace to continue writing them and it's taking a while...

Angry smut w/ Yonghoon (Onewe)

Non-sexual shibari w/ Inseong (SF9)

Performance unit (SVT) part of my Onewe songs-based scenarios

Academic rivals mini-series w/ Wonwoo & Jeonghan (SVT) • 3 chapters - all of them half-finished because I'm a mess :') and I also like to complicate my life so there'll be sub-plots and outside-of-canon chapters and why tf do I do this to myself?

Cat hybrid Jun (SVT) • it's angsty and sad and I hate making Jun suffer but I love making my characters suffer

...the things that are half-written but I need to find my way back to them...

Overthinking leading to a relationship angst w/ Jaeyoon (SF9)

Android Giuk (Onewe) who discovers that he has feelings

Mermaid Harin (Onewe)

...the things that have some substantial part of them written but I really need to think things through...

Snake hybrid Minghao (SVT) • this was meant to be a lil' drabble or maybe a short oneshot as a treat for myself... it's gonna have chapters... I'm not good with chapters...

Mermaid Jeonghan (SVT) • I just need to figure things out but c'mon... the world obviously needs more mermaid Hannie...

...the things I'm ignoring on purpose because I feel like once I sit down with the intent of writing them I won't stop until they're finished and idk why I just don't do that but ahahaha I'm a mess...

Fallen angel Changkyun (MonstaX) who only recently fell and wants to preserve his falling feathers so he asks taxidermist!reader for help

Exs (exes?) Wonwoo (SVT) and reader who decide to stay friends and meet up and talk and is that love between them a memory or is it real?

Kitsune/Gumiho Yonghoon (Onewe) and reader who used to visit him often when they were a child and visiting their grandparents, walking to his abandoned shrine but now they're adult and their free time is severely limited

(as a side note - ^ all of those are part of a collection I wanna do but these are the ones I have the most concrete image of in my mind)

Part 2 to Crescent Moons (aka my Gumiho Lee Soohyuk fic) where they talk about love and food - and isn't bite also a touch? What's really the difference between wanting to fuck and love someone and to devour them?

A threesome w/ JunHao (SVT) and blindfolded reader because everything happens in a darkness and it's all about trust

...the things I'll write once if it's the last thing I do because I really want to write them...

Yandere!SF9 when their s/o gets lost in public

Finish "the little things" blurbs for all the groups I write for [4 to go]

Dealing with the differences between his loving family and your own dysfunctional one w/ Hwiyoung (SF9)

A very specific deity/multiverse hopper/some non-human being thing with Jeonghan that so far I only have the vibes of

Insatiable needy Jun (SVT) smut where he just can't stop overstimulating himself and as a result you as well

A mafia AU that literally only exists because I'm so fckn weak for JunHao (SVT) and building trust in someone who's like a trapped and scared animal because I have issues

This idea

This idea too

And oh yeah, this one too

...speaking of which, other ideas I'm thinking about writing and that were posted on my blog can be find on this tag here

...the things that will take a while to see the light of day because I'm horrible with chapters and writing series and so I don't wanna post them until I've written them in their entirety but that'll take for-fucking-ever...

Evermorrow - anyone remembers this? because I do and I love it, and I love the characters I've turned them into, and I have the first few chapters written, and then what I lovingly call chapter 50, which, hopefully, won't actually be chapter 50 but it's gonna be later in the story because the reader needs to be pretty close with Jun for things to make sense and Hao and Woozi and DK will finally show up, and then around what I call chapter 60 there's Vernon - and him and the reader will meet Hoshi and Mingyu... and I got this thing mostly all thought out but writing is hard and takes time and I wanna write other things as well but I love this so much :((

...this doesn't actually have a name but it's save in my docs as XenoDroid... - a gift from myself to myself, very niche and nobody will care about it but it's almost 20k words now and it was supposed to be just one smutty one-off but it has chapters and a lil' bit of plot and there's no smut yet even though I have that scene literally burned inside my mind and Yonghoon (Onewe) is a xenomorph alien-human hybrid who can think and speak but is also very animalistic and Kihyun (MonstaX) is an android who's besties with the reader but also befriends Yonghoon behind their back and hhhnnnngggg :(((

#wips #to do list

[nana-nana2]

Hello, I'm officially taking requests, either oneshots, imagines, scenarios or series. This is who I’ll write for as of now:

 Harry Potter:

Fred Weasley

Harry Potter

George Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Ron Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Kpop:

Stray Kids

Ateez

The Boyz

Oneus

Onewe

Enhypen 

Exo

BTS

Got7

Monsta X

TXT

Astro

Seventeen

Wayv

I’ll probably not write for Kdramas or Cdramas as I’ve noticed I haven’t watched a lot of Kdramas or Cdramas. I’ll take recommendations on these, so I can watch and write one-shots or a series on these later.

#harry potter imagine #kpop imagines #ateez imagines #stray kids imagines #the boyz imagines #onewe imagines #oneus imagines #enhypen imagines #exo imagines #bts imagines #got7 imagines #monsta x imagine #txt imagines #astro imagine

[winterviolet1]

ONEWE REACTION: Their being cute/hot for their S/o

YongHoon

"Your so cute and sweet Yongie" YongHoon chuckle softly as his cheeks turns a slight red.

"Y/n stop teasing me, your making me shy!"

Harin

"Your look so sexy hun." Harin was button up his shirt when he heard that. Looking at the mirror to see his s/o, Harin smile softly before turning to face his lover.

"Your the sexy one here love"

Dongmyeong

All I can say for this guy. He is a proud man cause he loves being called cute an is adored by his s/o.

Kanghyun

Kanghyun is one of the guys on the handsome/sexy side. "Babe have you seen...Oh my what do we have here~" Kanghyun s/o other said as they can into the room to see a shirtless Kanghyun looking through his closet to find a shirt to wear.

"Don't you get any ideas there love" Kanghyun said in a teasing tone since he could feel his lover eyes on him.

Cya

The world's most cutest and beautiful man. Cya hates when his s/o calls him cute tho they know he is one.

"Y/n stop calling me cute!!" He pouts as his s/o chuckled softly and gave him a light kiss on his lip.

"but you are cute, your my cutie"

#kpop oneshots #sub!kpop #onewe reactions #sub!onewe #kanghyun #Cya #yonghoon #Harin #dongmyeong #onewe x reader

[luvidzy]

☆ pairing: kang hyunggu x reader

☆ genre: fluff

☆ warnings/notes: really cute kanghyun, that’s it; that’s the fic

☆ synopsis: you’re an astronomy major and kanghyun loves the stars (and you)

☆ song playing: regulus by onewe

☆ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, made only for entertainment purposes and in no way or form should be taken seriously

☆ if you like my writing, please consider donating to my kofi!

The first time you ran into Kanghyun, it was a complete act of destiny. In fact, if you had waited even 5 more minutes to decide to head to the roof of the science building, you would have missed him. Alas, it seemed like the red strings of fate had other plans for the two of you.

You had forced yourself out of bed at what felt like an ungodly hour (it was only 9:30 pm) and made your way to the rooftops with your backpack and your small telescope. It was late September, which meant that you had bundled yourself up in the warmest jacket you could find, even if said jacket had sleeves that went far past your fingertips.

As you burst through the double doors that would take you onto the roof, you were surprised to find that there was somebody else already up here. He was sitting on a blanket, notebook, and pencil in hand as he bobbed his head along with a silent melody. Moving closer, you noticed that he was wearing earbuds, just slightly obscured by his brown hair. 

He didn’t notice as you moved closer until you placed yourself on the ground a few feet from him. The concrete was cold, making you shiver as you swung your backpack off of your shoulder and onto the ground. You could feel the eyes of the boy on you as you began setting up your telescope and pulled out your tablet to begin taking notes.

There were a few minutes of silence, the only sounds filling the roof were those of a pencil scratching on paper, a telescope shifting its position, and the soft ambiance of nature and a college campus. It wasn’t until you shivered once again under the breeze that the man finally spoke up.

“Would you like to sit on my blanket? I can’t help but notice that you’re shivering and I can only imagine how uncomfortable and cold the concrete must be,” his voice was soft, and for a moment you thought that you had imagined it. But when you looked up and saw his soft brown eyes looking at you questioningly through the darkness, you realized that you had indeed heard him and that he was absolutely talking to you.

“Oh, thank you,” you said, before sliding your set up over and placing yourself lightly on the flannel blanket that was sprawled out. You sent him a small smile before you went back to looking into the telescope. The stars you were supposed to be looking for were a bit trickier to find than you were expecting, and you groaned as you looked back at your tablet, searching for where the stars were supposed to be tonight.

“What are you looking for tonight?” The boy asked, taking one of his earbuds out as he shifted to get a look at your tablet. You scooched it a little closer to him, showing him the list of stars that you were supposed to be observing and the one you were trying to find: Regulus.

The boy smiled happily to himself as he read the words, before looking at your telescope as if waiting for permission. You gave a nod, scooting over so he could come a bit closer and peer into the lens. You could smell a soft scent of cologne coming off of him, and you felt yourself smile as you breathed it in, the scent relaxing your muscles as he fidgeted with the position of the telescope. Finally, he pulled away, grinning.

“There. That should be it.” You raised an eyebrow, before looking into the lens and seeing the brightly shining orb which represented Regulus. You looked at him, your eyes sparkling impossibly through the dark.

“Thank you so much. Are you an astronomy major too?” You asked. He shook his head, chuckling as he moved back to where he had been sitting previously. 

“No, I’m actually a music major. I just really love the stars. It’s a special interest, I guess you could call it. My name is Kanghyun.” He held out his hand and you took it, reveling in the softness of his palm and the blistered tips of his fingers. 

“My name is Y/N. If you’re not an astronomy major, what brings you to the roof on such a cold night?” you asked. Kanghyun motioned down to the notebook that was sitting in his lap, giving you a small smile.

“I’m actually writing a song for my band right now. The stars are my biggest inspiration, so I come up here to write,” he explained. Your eyes widened slightly in excitement at his words.

“That’s really cool! Has your band played around campus? Maybe I’ve heard you guys!” you asked. Kanghyun smiled as he shook his head.

“We haven’t played on campus yet, but we have played a few times at the bar downtown. You should definitely come sometime, the more the merrier,” Kanghyun said, thankful for the night sky that covered the blush resting on his cheeks. You nodded enthusiastically, before turning back to your telescope to begin working on your project. Kanghyun sat beside you, humming melodies and jotting down notes and lyrics. It was a peaceful atmosphere, one that surprised both of you considering you were practically strangers.

Once the moon was high in the sky and the loud noises of the campus below began to dwindle, you and Kanghyun bid goodbye to one another, heading to your respective dorms with a hazy and fuzzy mind.

The second time you met Kanghyun, was on purpose. Your friend, Goeun, had revealed to you that she often saw Kanghyun head to the cafe after their music class. Normally, you wouldn’t have done anything with that info, but you wanted to get Kanghyun’s thoughts on your paper so far, considering he seemed to like the stars.

 So you headed to the cafe on campus and, sure enough, found Kanghyun sitting at a table with his notebook out and headphones in. You tapped him lightly on the shoulder, trying your best to not startle him, before smiling and sitting down across from him.

“Hi! Sorry for bothering you, but I wanted to know if you could read my essay so far? I have to turn it in at the end of the week and I really need a proofreader,” you explained, trying to calm your beating heart before it came right out of your chest,

“Oh, of course!” Kanghyun said, a small smile slipping onto his face as you let out a relieved sigh and slid your laptop over to him so he could read your paper. You watched with fascination as Kanghyun read the lines on your laptop, making you smile when you noticed how his eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration and he began to bite his lip a little.

Finally, his head shot up and he gave you an approving smile.

“It’s really good, Y/N. I noted some grammatical stuff and where I think the words could flow a little better, but overall, I think that it gets your point across well,” Kanghyun advised. You nodded, listening intently to his notes as he pointed things out to you, making notes on what to fix and what to revise.

You had barely noticed that an hour had gone by until Kanghyun’s phone began to ring. He looked at the caller ID, then the time, before practically jumping out of his chair.

“Oh my gosh, I’m gonna be let to practice. I have to go, I’m so sorry!” Kanghyun explained, rushing to gather his things. You stood up as well, reaching out to take his arm and pause him for a moment. He looked at your hand, then at you, with a look of confusion.

“Can I have your number? In case I need more advice or something?” you asked, avoiding contact as you held your phone out cautiously with the other hand. Kanghyun looked at you, before smiling warmly and nodding. He typed away his phone number, before handing the device back to you and waving a rushed goodbye.

You stood there for a moment, almost in shock that you had actually succeeded in getting the cute music majors number, before shaking yourself out of it and heading back to your own dorm.

The third time you met Kanghyun, it was at the bar in town that he had told you his band played at. You had been texting each other for weeks after you had met at the cafe and finally, Kanghyun had told you (after countless pestering from you) that he and his band were going to be playing and that you should come to watch.

So there you stood amongst the fairly large crowd, a drink in your hand as you waited for the concert to start. A few people around you took to chatting and you gladly joined, before pausing once you heard the crowd begin to lull as the lights on the stage flicker on.

Cheers suddenly erupted from all around as 5 boys walked on stage, the only one you recognized being Kanghyun as he walked to the right side of the stage to get his guitar set up and plugged in. He looked so much different than the Kanghyun you were used to, with his hair all rustled up, his black button-up showing a bit of his chest as a metal chain rested around his neck.

You felt your cheeks heat up as Kanghyun scanned the crowd, making eye contact with you, before smiling gently at you. The singer, a tall boy with brown hair that you think was Yonghoon, was speaking but you were too busy staring in awe at Kanghyun.

As they began the concert, playing a song that you remember being titled Aurora, you couldn’t take your eyes off of the music major boy that was in front of you. He was completely in his element, the shy and introverted persona melting away to reveal a cocky and confident guitarist. His golden skin shined in the light and he would smirk occasionally as he played, taking the breath straight from your lungs.

They played a few more songs, each one more breathtaking than last when finally Kanghyun approached his own microphone with a small smile. He took a moment to catch his breath, basking in the glow and happiness that filled the stage of the bar.

“This next song is something I’ve been working on for a while. It was inspired by a girl that I met recently and I didn’t want to play it until she could be here to listen to it. I hope that she likes it as much as I like her. Here’s Regulus,” Kanghyun said, his eyes lingering on you. You felt yourself freeze as you tried to comprehend what Kanghyun had just said, but your thoughts were quickly interrupted as the song began.

Your eyes were glued to Kanghyun as the simple melody began, the words ringing clear in your ears as you finally began to piece together that the song was about you. 

Kanghyun had written a song about you.

When the song was finally over, you were beaming. The crowd was going crazy but you were just smiling like an idiot at Kanghyun as the group said their goodbyes and headed off stage. You weaved through the crowd before stumbling upon the group behind the stage, packing away their equipment.

“Y/N?” You looked up as your name was said, your eyes locking with Kanghyun who had stood up from his guitar case, eyebrows furrowed. You looked at him, before rushing forward and pressing your lips to his.

You felt him mumble in surprise, but you didn’t let go as you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling against his lips when he weaved his hands around your waist to pull you closer.

As you pulled away, eyes sparkling from how happy you were, Kanghyun smiled at you.

“I take it you like the song?” You rolled your eyes, before pulling him back into a kiss. Kanghyun kissed you back, ignoring the way his bandmates whistled and clapped from around him. Right now, in his universe, it was only him and you; his Regulus.

-

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#kanghyun #kang hyunggu #Kanghyun x reader #kanghyun imagines #kanghyun fluff #kang hyunggu x reader #kang hyunggu imagines #onewe #onewe imagines #onewe oneshot #onewe fanfic #onewe fluff

[yootaesowlwrites]

Pretended To Be Lovers - Onew / Lee Jinki

A42— “We were just pretending to be lovers, but I’m not pretending anymore… I need to know if you feel the same way.”

Warnings: AU, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, cliche ending.

W/C: 1.1K

You sat at the event looking at everyone, after today you and Jinki would split ways after fooling his family members into thinking he had a partner and wouldn’t come to the event alone, it had dragged on for months and during those few months you had mangled to fall in love with you and at some point, your words held truth in them when you spoke lovingly towards him, but he never knew, or if he did, he never said anything, the evening was coming to an end, and you would be leaning soon.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks, sitting down next to you, you nod your head, giving him a small smile, he could see the sadness behind it, the sadness drifting around in your eyes.

“Yes, I’m okay,” You say, he slowly nods his head and leans closer to you, his hand pressing against your knee. “When can we leave, I’m feeling a little tired from the day's events.”

“Y/n… you don’t need to lie to me,” He whispers. “I can tell something’s not right,” You bite the inside of your cheeks. “So, we can go… and then we can talk about what’s bothering you, okay?” You nod your head, and stand from your chair, he follows and hooks his arm with yours, you go around, saying your farewells to everyone before exiting the venue and making your way to his car, he opens the car door for you, and you climb in, he closes the door, and he makes his way around the car. “What’s wrong?” He closes his door and puts the key into the ignition.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” You softly ask, your voice almost cracking as you spoke, you put your safety on, avoiding looking at him, you hear him click his safety into place.

“I did, did you have fun tonight?” He asks, you could feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

“I… I didn’t mean just tonight, Jinki,” You whisper, keeping your head low. “I meant the last few months,” He begins driving, not wanting anyone to see or hear your conversation, it was between you and him, not anyone else, whatever this was, it was between the two of you, not anyone else.

“I did… everything we did… all the memories,” He says. “It was all fun, even if it was pretended,” You nod your head, feeling tears brimming in your eyes, all pretend, everything was pretend, except the last few weeks… you weren’t pretending anymore, the ride slowly became quiet after that, he didn’t want to push, but he wanted answers, as you neared your apartment, you start to build up the courage.

“You know… we might have… we were just pretending to be lovers,” You begin to say, lifting your head to look at him, he stops in front of your apartment building and turns his head to look at you. “But I’m not pretending anymore…” Your fingers dig into the fabric of your clothes, twisting it between your fingers. “I need to know if you feel the same way.” You held your gaze with him, and you waited and waited until you couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Forget I said anything, enjoy your birthday in a few hours, Jinki,” You open the door and climb out, you begin making your way towards the front door of the building, for your hand to be grabbed and you to be turned around, your other hand comes down on his chest, and you look up at him with eyes wide open. “Ji—”

“No… no, I’m not letting you go like that,” He says. “I’m not letting us split apart like this, not when you don’t know my feelings either,” His words were almost rushed as he spoke, you could hear the emotion behind them. “The last few weeks, they were different, I know you felt them also… otherwise you wouldn’t have said what you said, I felt it also… the pretending all vanished, our actions… became genuine,” You could hear his voice almost cracking, his eyes held so much emotion in them as he spoke. “And right now, I refuse to let you go up there, thinking I don’t feel anything in return, that I pretended that everything between us… was all for show when the last few weeks weren’t.” His other hand moves over yours, moving it over his heart. “Do you feel that?” You could feel how fast his heart was beating. “That… that is me confessing to you that I’m scared of losing you, scared to let you go after all these months and that I want to make us officially official,” You take in a shaky breath, your own heart beating faster.

“Jinki…” You whisper, you could feel the tears that had brimmed your eyes starting to slip from you.

“I’m not ready to let this end, I want to spend my birthday with you, I want to spend Christmas with you, I want to spend New Year with you, I want to spend many years with you, Y/n…” He says, you watch a tear slip from his eyes and down his cheek. “I’m not leaving tonight… I want to spend my time with you tonight, I want to be here, I want you in my arms,” You slowly nod your head, taking in a gasp of air.

“Then ask me out… properly,” You whisper, he smiles, even through the tears, the emotions in his eyes shift to something else.

“Do you want to officially go out with me, Y/n?” He asks. “I promise to be better than the pretend boyfriend I was,” You chuckle, moving your hand he was holding onto to your cheeks, wiping the tears from your cheeks, his thumbs quickly join in, clearing your cheeks. “I’ll while your tears for you as well.”

“Jinki…” You whisper, you move your hand to his cheek, whipping the tear on his cheeks. “I’ll do the same,” He chuckles and leans forward. “Yes… I want to officially go out with you,” He smiles and leans closer to you, he tilts his head slightly and brushes his lips against yours, your eyes shut as you lean into the kiss, your first real kiss with him, not one that felt forced, or play pretend, this… this was real/

As the clock ticks down to midnight, you were both laying in your bed, you were cuddled up to him and his arm wrapped around you, you glance at the clock before climbing over him and straddling his waist, he opens his eyes to look up at you, his hands reaching out to you, only for you to grab them and pin them down to the bed, you lean over him, your noses touching, your eyes catch sight of the clock striking midnight.

“Happy Birthday, Jinki,” You whisper, his smile widens, and he tilts his head slightly, pressing his lips against yours,

#onew imagine #onew imagines #onew scenario #onew scenarios #onew one shots #onew oneshots #onew oneshot #onew one shot #shinee imagine #shinee imagines #shinee scenarios #shinee scenario #shinee oneshot #shinee one shot #shinee oneshots #shinee one shots

[imaginidol]

Taemin: Scored

As requested. Please feel free to send in any requests!

Unbelievable, Taemin thinks to himself as he watches the television screen in front of him.

You had just scored your second goal for your team, putting you in the lead for the final of the Women’s World Cup.

Taemin’s eyes followed you across the screen as your team celebrated you, chanting their country’s name and pointing to your shirt number.

Your goal is replayed several times in slow motion. Taemin bit his bottom lip at the sight of your unbelievably accurate precision as you launched the ball swiftly under the goalie’s legs.

Damn, he searches the screen for your name, she's really thriving now...

Not more than two quick minutes had passed when the fanatic had found your profile again on Instagram, curiously scrolling through your posts one by one.

She even got prettier. How long ago did we break up...?

Taemin was so indulged into your profile that the loud interruption on screen caught him by surprise: the football narrator had announced the end of the game and declared your team as the official winner of this year’s Women’s World Cup.

Damn! Taemin’s attention focused back to the screen, very pleased and shocked at the final results. Two of those goals had been met by you.

Taemin looked back down to his phone screen, an idea sprouting in the back of his mind.

What if... what if I congratulated her?

It's not like she'll read it. But... it doesn't hurt to try, at least.

And so, Taemin decided to DM you for the first time in a long time, congratulating you and your team for your grand final, as well as to praise you highly for your performace.

Once the message was sent, he curiously looked over towards you again through the television screen, wondering....

--

A couple weeks go by, and Taemin had forgotten about his DM altogether. He was sitting in his dressing room as his hairstylist was trimming the ends of his hair for an upcoming photoshoot.

The boy was mindlessly scrolling through Twitter when suddenly an unfamiliar Instagram notification popped up.

He had received a new messagae... from you!

[New DM: Thank you for your kind words, Taemin. It's been so long since we've talked... I'm sorry I couldn't answer your message sooner. I've been busy since the final...]

Taemin smiled cheekily, biting his lower lip in wonder. He decided to respond.

[Taemin: That's okay, you should prioritize your career, anyway. Enjoy your win, you really deserve it...]

Your response came in much quicker this time.

[New DM: Thanks, Taemin. I hear you're touring right now, is that true?]

[Taemin: You still keep up with my activities? But yeah, I'm touring right now. About to head to Tokyo next weekend, actually]

[New DM: So I've heard. I was asking because I noticed your Tokyo dates align with my trip to Japan with my team... we're getting invited to interviews all over the world.]

Taemin gasped excitedly, feeling a small yank as his hairstylist re-positioned his head and told him not to move too much.

[Taemin: Oh that's great! If you accepted it, I'd love to invite you to my concert dates in Japan...]

[New DM: I'd wholeheartedly accept that invitation... :)]

And that was that, your first interaction since the breakup had finally happened.

It wasn't that bad. At least we weren't petty about anything...

Taemin couldn't help but smile at the pleasant surprise of texting you again, and how perfect it was that his concert date aligned with your Japan trip.

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Taemin fixes his mic as his team is finishing up their styling, preparing to set the artist off on stage for the long-awaited Tokyo show.

On stage, the lights finally dim and the familiar opening beat of WANT starts blasting throughout the venue.

He's still got it, you think to yourself from the floor seats he'd reserved especially for you. Cameras and eyes from fans were not only on his hot performance, but they were also on you.

[BREAKING: Women's World Cup Champion attends Taemin concert in Tokyo]

Your name was already plastered all over the internet again, this time followed by speculations of you and Taemin possibly getting back together. Some speculated you were still good friends, and you were simply supporting him whilst on your trip to Japan as it aligned perfectly with his show. Others suspected something more.

After the concert, you were privately escorted backstage where you could meet up with the concert artist of the night formally.

I can't believe it. I hope I look okay, you think as a bodyguard made your way to Taemin's dressing room.

When was the last time we even saw each other after our break up...?

You knock lightly at the door, and a couple seconds later a distantly familiar face opens it, smiling.

"Taemin?" you hear yourself say, voice shaking. Am I nervous...?

"It's so good to see you, please come in," he invites you inside. He offers you a few drinks and snacks as well as a seat on a couch.

"It's good to see you, too. You did amazing tonight, Tae," you smiled.

"Me? No, the one whose performance we should be talking about is yours at the final. I haven't stopped talking about it with my friends since that night," he excitedly responds.

"You're just being nice," you laugh.

"I'm being genuine," he smiles again.

I missed your smile, you think.

I missed your voice, he thinks as well.

You spend the next half-hour catching up the way two old friends would, noting that nothing awkward existed between you both since your breakup.

He then invited you for dinner, to which you lovingly accepted. You could feel a long-awaited rekindling friendship sprouting once again after many years of not interacting.

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It was both you and Taemin's last day in Japan, having shared two concert dates in Tokyo and now one in Osaka. You were set to leave for a football interview in Rome in two days, and Taemin was set to prepare for his next concert all the way in Beijing.

"Taemin," you begin that night's dinner conversation. It was rather quiet tonight between the two of you, probably because you both knew it'd be the last time you'd see each other, indefinitely.

"Yes?" he looks up from his wine glass.

"I've enjoyed... talking to you again. I've really enjoyed all these days I've spent with you. Thank you for... for being the one to reach out, first."

Taemin smiled, settling his glass down. "I can't thank you enough for the time we've gotten to spend together these last few days. It almost makes me really... upset... that it'll be the last time I see you."

Your eyes move towards the end of the table, noticing his hands fidget with his fork. He used to always fidget when he was nervous.

"What if... this wasn't the last time," you whisper slowly, your eyes searching his.

He looks up curiously, wanting to ask a thousand more questions, though the look in his eyes did it for him.

"I'm saying," you clear your throat again, "what if... there was a second chance?"

"Second chance?"

"Second chance... at us."

The boy's eyes brightened, but he didn't say a word.

You keep a prolonged moment of eye contact for a few seconds before he finally speaks up.

"You're suggesting," he begins, "that if you had a second chance to start over... you'd take it?"

You smile awkwardly, nodding in assurance.

"I think I would," you say.

He scoffs, but not in a rude way. More of like, in an I can't believe what I'm hearing sort of way.

"I think," he whispers quietly, "I would, too."

He smiles at you, reaching his hand across the table to take yours. You intertwine your fingers around his, feeling more secure in your decision of dating Taemin again this time than you had felt the last time.

Maybe this time will be different. Maybe this time it'll last... way more than just a year. Just as long as we find appropriate time to set aside for us and prioritize our relationship healthily, everything's going to be okay.

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Lovesickness - Taemin Oneshot

Masterlist

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

Genre: Explicit, angst

Word Count: 3.2k words

You can also find this story on: AO3

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Summary:

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

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

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

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

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

Please enjoy!

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Lovesickness

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.

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onjongtae; he's tired; pg

@taemsjjong asked: Please i require onjongtae crumbs im running out 🙏 maybe like jinki works at a generic fast food place and the other two bozos pull up to make his life better cuz work is boring- recently i just like to imagine jinki trying to be a functioning adult and jongtae go "no <3" but jinki rlly doesnt care cuz hes soft for his boys uwu

my dude. You are so right about everything

Jonghyun has the card because Taemin once again forgot his wallet before they left for the movies. Still grinning, grabs his wallet from his pocket and hands Jinki the card. He holds onto it for just long enough for Jinki to bring his hand all the way to his mouth and smile against knuckles.

Jinki looks like he craves death behind the cash register.

Better than usual. Normally he already looks like a zombie in his little burger joint uniform. He even perks up a little when Jonghyun and Taemin walk up, arm-in-arm, smiling at their babe. 

"Hi Jinki honey,” Jonghyun chirps, and, "hey Jinx," Taemin says. They stop in front of his register, leaning on the counter together. They don't worry about holding up the line; it's after the lunch rush and the place is practically empty. Jinki smiles sleepily between the pair of them.

"Hey you two," he yawns. "How was the movie?"

“Uhhhhh,” Taemin says, and then he grins, covering it with the back of his hand. "Well," he says.

"We didn't really watch a lot of it,” Jonghyun says, trying to go for guilty but landing, he thinks, more on mischievous. To be fair, though, what he saw between sloppy makeouts was pretty boring. Jinki doesn't seem to mind the lack of review. He just shakes his head fondly, rolling his eyes. Jonghyun leans closer, enamored just by Jinki existing, and plays with his bangs, pushing them out of his eyes. "What's the most bullshit thing that's happened to you today?" He asks. 

“Fucking--” Jinki slams his hands on the countertop, his eyes and wide with more intensity and fire than Jonghyun has ever seen within the walls of this establishment. Quickly, his shoulders hunch and he glances around, making sure no one else on the skeleton crew in the kitchen heard him cursing or having a negative emotion in front of customers. 

Then, quieter, but still full of barely contained rage, he says, "this group of five jackasses comes in, right. And they order and everything, whatever. And I see all five of them each get three little cup things of ketchup. But I'm just like, whatever, they like ketchup, who cares. But then." His little hands clench into fists, his chest rises and falls in a steadying breath that doesn't seem to steady him at all. "I'm cleaning the counters before all of the high school kids come in for lunch. And my manager comes up to me and he's like, ‘hey, go clean up table twelve real quick,’ so I'm like, fuck, I guess someone spilled a drink or something. But then I get there. And every single fucking one of those little ketchup cups. All fifteen of them. Are upside down? They just put them upside down? Still full of ketchup? And left them there? So I had to pick them up and let the ketchup splort everywhere before I could even start cleaning. And it's like? What is the fucking point? What is the reason? What is the motivation? It's not fucking funny, Taem.” 

Belatedly, Jonghyun realizes that Taemin is shaking, hand clamped over his mouth, eyes little crescents, doing his very very best to not laugh out loud. “It's not,” he says, voice trembling. "It's not, it's not funny. I know it's not. I'm not – I'm not laughing because. It sucks, Jinx, I know, it's – hey, can we get some nuggies?"

And now it's Jonghyun's turn to burst into laughter. Taemin forced so much casualness into that and the way he’s smiling so plainly like he didn't just completely change the subject is too much. Jonghyun turns into his shoulder, laughing into his hoodie even though it barely does anything to muffle him. He only extracts himself and tries to calm his breathing when he hears Jinki ask, weary and resigned with just a touch of softness reserved only for the pair of them, "which one of you has the card?"

It's him. He has the card because Taemin once again forgot his wallet before they left for the movies. Still grinning, grabs his wallet from his pocket and hands Jinki the card. He holds onto it for just long enough for Jinki to bring his hand all the way to his mouth and smile against knuckles.

Glancing at the register screen while Jinki scans the card, Jonghyun wiggles happily. He's gotten their regular order perfect, as well as an extra big oatmeal cookie for Jonghyun and choccy milk for Taemin. 

“Oh, you have – Onew,” in a heartbeat, Taemin switches to Japanese. He leans forward, grinning eagerly, and says, "can you sneak me a dinosaur toy? The purple one? Onew? Please?” 

"My new weekend manager knows Japanese," Jinki replies, also switching languages without missing a beat. "So careful if you come over here on Sundays." He gives Jonghyun back the card and the receipt while Taemin mumbles, "homophobic." 

Another customer is walking up to the register, so Jonghyun and Taemin retreat to one of the tables where they can still see Jinki. Suddenly he's smiling bright and cheery, but it's not a smile that Jonghyun has ever seen outside of this burger joint. Actually, that's not true. Jinki puts that smile on whenever he has to make a phone call for insurance or bills or anything else that he hates that he has to be doing but he still has to be pleasant during it. 

Jinki catches Jonghyun looking over the customer’s shoulder; Jonghyun waves eagerly, excited to have his attention even if it's just for a glance. For a split-second, Jinki's smile twitches before he focuses back on this job.

"It's sooooooo fucked up how we live in a society and he has to work,” Taemin sighs. 

“It really is," Jonghyun agrees, pouting. Taemin is folded dramatically over their little table, cheek smushed against the tacky surface and arms stretched out so his hands dangle off of the edge. Jonghyun rests his head on his shoulderblade and plays with his blond hair. He thinks about how fucked up it is all the time.

Technically Taemin has a well-paying job, but as a backup dancer he’s relegated to the concert tour schedules of the celebrities that he works for and is always at the mercy of auditions so it's not exactly consistent. And Jonghyun flat-out can't work for a living without it severely damaging his mental health. Not being able to work also does that to him, but in a different way for different reasons that are much more manageable. So it's Jinki that's gotten stuck with holding down a regular hourly job to keep their income stable. And that is so fucked up. If anyone was put on this earth to just be straight fucking chilling, it would be Jinki. 

Jonghyun stops playing with Taemin's soft hair for a moment in favor of pushing his head closer so he can sniff it. It's his favorite smell in the world, cozy and comfortable and familiar and inviting, and he gets his whole face in there, and nuzzling in happily. "Were you hanging out with Choi earlier?” He asks, curious. Something about his scent is the tiniest bit off.

“Wuh?” Taemin asks. He's playing a game on his phone, but he glances back over his shoulder. "Yeah," he says. "Viddy game," he adds. Jonghyun snorts. Like the two of them ever do anything else together. But he’s glad Taemin had fun. "Hey, I'm about to get a new puppy," Taemin says. He shimmies his shoulders to make sure Jonghyun is paying attention. 

Jonghyun is of course paying attention to Taemin's game and he tenses all up in his excitement, crawling even further on top of Taemin so he can hook his chin over his shoulder. It's just one of those idle clicker games that he has no patience for but Taemin is obsessed with, but this one has something that the others don't: puppies. Every however many bajillion clicks Taemin unlocks a new one and his most current one is – 

“That is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life,” Jonghyun announces loudly. Involuntarily, almost, because as soon as Taemin tapped to reveal the soft brown dachshund Jonghyun could physically feel his serotonin shoot through the roof. He grabs for Taemin's phone as Taemin bursts into laughter underneath him. Gosh this dog is so fucking cute. She has little dark and white spots. 

Quickly, Taemin starts grabbing for his phone back. He starts making half-baked shushing noises in between his laughter, too, and when Jonghyun glances around, he finds out why. What few people are in this restaurant are staring at them. 

Jonghyun tries to be quiet, he really does, but he catches the quickest look at Jinki rubbing his fingers into his eyes behind the counter and he starts laughing as well. 

He does, though, at least manage to get off of Taemin and sit in his own seat and put his face into his hands to muffle it a little bit. Which is good enough. Probably. And a few minutes later, he’s put himself back together enough to cuddle up against Taemin and watch the video he's trying to show him on his phone. 

It's a music video for a band that Jonghyun doesn't know but immediately likes. They enjoy it together and when it's over they pick another music video from the recommendations, and then another. They're jamming at such a politely quiet level that Jonghyun is honestly proud of himself. It's hard for him to be quiet when he's listening to music that he likes but he is doing such a good job. He bets Jinki is so proud of – 

“Jonghyun.” Jinki's voice cuts through Jonghyun's hearing, stern and sharp. He jumps, looking up with wide eyes. Jinki is at the counter, looking directly at him, full tray of food in his hands.

“Oh, fuck, were we number 19?” Taemin drops his phone and scrambles for their receipt.

"Was he calling our number? Fuck." Jonghyun didn't even notice. Quickly he gets up and walks to the counter, trying his very hardest to look guilty but landing again, he thinks, on just amused. "Sorry, Jinki honey," he says, flashing Jinki his prettiest smile. He grabs their food tray, heartened by the way he can tell that Jinki isn't really mad. He's just fed up with everything else and low on his usual endless supply of patience. 

And actually maybe not even that, because now that Jonghyun has had a minute to process it, something about his expression was very familiar to him. "You know," he says, smirking and leaning closer. "The way you were looking at me, kind of looked like, you know,” he wiggles his eyebrows, “when you're getting ready to punish m–"

He's cut off by the sudden sound of a bunch of little objects falling and scattering all over the floor; looking around, he finds Taemin at the ketchup station fumbling the last of the tiny cups out of his grip. He stands there for a moment, frozen, and then starts scrambling around to pick them all up. "I got it!" He calls out. "Don't worry about it, I'll fix it!" 

"He's so cute," Jonghyun says, shaking his head fondly. He's their little gremlin and he's doing his best. Jonghyun turns back to Jinki to look for a reply.

Jinki has his face in his hands. 

#jongtae #jongyu #ontae #jonghyun #jinki #taemin #onew #pg #fluff #oneshot #Jinx is so tired and he puts up with so much but what he's mostly grumpy about is that he can't be laughing with them #Of course he snuck Taemin the dinosaur toy and Jonghyun a little plushie guy #They hang out until his shift is over and smooch him lots and Drive him home and make him dinner #and he goes : )

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I HAVENT REALLY WROTE SMUT OR JUST A NSFW STORY IN AWHILE AND I JUST WANTED TO EXPERIMENT IT WITH MY OTP <3 I was definitely cringing while writing this 😹

“Home” (Onho oneshot) Onew failed once and he wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.

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Minho was trapped in Onew’s arms as the older held him tight, not letting him go. Not this time. The two hadn’t talked in years as the torture that was conflicted on them had now brought them to where they are now. Minho trashed in his hold, tears threatening to fall.

“Stop this isn’t right..” He whispered. “You’re supposed to be with her. Go back to her, she’s waiting for you. Please.”

“Minho. Please.” Onew cracked out, his voice on the verge of breaking down. Minho shook his head, staring down at the ground. “Minho…baby please..I can’t loose you again.”

“And you won’t.” Minho mumbled. “We have to move on…”

Right now everything was being lit out like a light. Right now the eyes that Onew fell in love with were now a hopeless spark of one last time to try again. Onew had failed him once. And he wasn’t going to let that happen again.

“You know I don’t love her like you. I never did. Min. I only want you. I would never trade any second of you for anything else in the whole world.” Onew confessed, holding onto Minho’s hands.

The two stared at each other’s eyes as a linger of hope was slowly pulling them back into each other’s arms. They never let go of eye contact as Onew reached in and connected lips with the other, his hand pushing Minho’s head closer to his, their forehead touching. His cheeks were warm against his as a single tear drop fell from his eye.

“Will you love me in spite of everything?” Minho asked, falling into the other’s deep sincere eyes.

“Forever and ever no matter how the universe wants to rip us apart.” Onew pulled Minho by his hips and his lips traveled from his lips to his neck. Minho grunted as he wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, putting his trust all onto him.

Minho let out a soft moan, Onew dragging both of them onto his bed, it was now Onew towering over him. His arms like towers keeping him safe. Onew had pulled away and a tear from his eyes fell on Minho’s cheek. He caressed the younger’s cheek while a small smile cracked open.

“I missed you. I missed you so much..” Now it was Minho who pulled in and kissed him. It was a sloppy kiss but enough for Onew to sneak his hand into Minho’s shirt and caress his stomach, making the other shiver.

Lust and possessive completely took over Onew as he marked Minho’s neck. He stared at the others neck as if it were an impressive artwork he made.

Onew took off his shirt as Minho unbuttoned his. Onew latched onto him, creating love on him, kissing every aspect on him as Minho’s face was red.

“I’m scared Jinki. I cant…oh god.” Onew smiled at him, kissing his forehead. “Just look at me and everything will be ok.”

“Do you trust me? Do you want this to happen?” Onew asked. “Yes. Fuck yes. Do it.”

And that’s what triggered the other to slowly take off the other’s clothes off them his. Onew traveled to the other’s thigh and entered the other with one finger. Minho groaned loudly as he held onto the other’s hair.

“O-oh god..” “Trust me.”

As Onew added another finger, Minho was pushing himself into the other, quiet moans escaping from his mouth. His eyes fluttered open as small tears covered his vision. It hurt but he felt pleasure. Onew made it all better. The moans of Minho made Onew hard. He felt himself throb by the gentle moans.

After sticking another finger and stretching him whole, he placed himself against the other’s entrance, slowly pushing in as he groaned. The two felt butterflies in their stomachs. Onew finally slid in and rubbing circles on Minho’s waist. Minho whined as he grabbed onto Onew’s shoulders.

“I’m going to move.” “Fuck do it!”

Onew began to move as he held onto Minho’s waist, pleasuring the both of them like never before. Minho’s moans were music to his eyes. “Let me heat your moans baby…”

Onew thrusted around the other as they felt a mixture of pleasure and pain. The pain of walking away from each other. The whole ordeal that brought them back together. And boy Onew did not waste any second of it. The other yelled out his names multiple times, Onew kept on thrusting into the other with intense speed.

“I-I’m gonna come-“ “Come with me.” As they both released, they laid back down onto the bed, Minho breathing slowly while

Planted soft kisses.

“You did good. I love you.” Minho smiled at Onew, soon turning into giggles. Onew found it cute.

“How are we going to recover from this? You still have your engagement ring on…” Minho sighed. Onew frowned, looking at the ring on his finger. Onew grabbed Minho’s finger and slid another ring from his pocket.

“What?” “I was supposed to propose to her because my mom wanted me to…but I think I already found someone I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

#bottom!ho #top!onew #SHINEE #onho #make up sex #oneshot #smut #angst #kpop

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tag me in shinee drabbles pls omg

i am seeing no people who write for shinee i want headcanons 😩😩someone tag me in shit thats got shinee x reader

#shinee #jonghyun #key #taemin #onew #choi minho #headcanon #oneshot #kpop #smut #fluff #lee taemin #lee jinki #kim kibum #kim jonghyun #minho x reader #jonghyun x reader #taemin x reader #i need shinee headcanons pls