Tumgik
#kim kibum x reader
xotaemintol · 4 months
Text
SUB!KIBUM X FEM READER: Sensory Deprivation (Subby September)
Tumblr media
“Ice dripping, cold sweat”
PRONOUNS USED: None (Mommy)
TW: Ice play, sub!idol dom!reader, sensory deprivation, bondage, pet names, and mentions of oral sex (fem receiving).
Word Count: 918
The room was still, there was nothing but the cold gusts of air that occasionally blew from the window to remind Kibum that he was still in his bedroom and the smell of your lotion to let him know that you were still there. He could hardly hear you shuffling around, with his eyes covered and his hands and legs bound to the bed he was left defenseless and completely helpless to the situation. The temptation to call your name as seconds passed grew inside of him along with the excitement he felt, although Kibum knew that this was the best part, he hated it the most; waiting for your touch or voice, a breathe or a dip in the bed that would save him from the silence always felt like torture. But just as his lips began to part he felt the bed dip in front of him, he was so aware of his surroundings, without being able to see he was still able to picture you there at the edge of the bed with a wicked smile on your face as you took in the sight of him.
"...so pretty..." Was all you said as your hand slowly tugged at the velvety ropes around his ankles, the action made Kibum hold his breath, his heart beating a little faster as he bit his lip and tensed up. He wondered what you were going to do and tried his hardest not to get too impatient, but the brat inside of him that just had to know couldn't let him win. "Mhm, mommy," His tone was as seductive as always, using his sultry tone to break down one or two of your walls as he licked his plush lips and leaned his head back a little, exposing his neck more. "What are you going to do to me?" He asked, you couldn't help but smile at his attempt at getting you sidetracked, you knew that bratty tone the moment he began to speak and no amount of flattery could mask that venomous spirit inside of him. But you decided to humor him. "Guess," You said, he suddenly felt you lift up, he could no longer tell where you were and this made the small amount of confidence he had completely disappear.
"I'll give you a hint," His ears perked up at the sound of something clicking together, or maybe it was something opening or closing? He couldn't tell, he was grasping at straws to know exactly what was going on. "It's something...slippery," You said, he could hear your footsteps getting closer to the bed and with every step he realized just how much he overestimated his own ability to keep up with you in a state like this. "And if I'm not careful, it could hurt, now guess...what am I going to do to you, baby?" Kibum took a deep breath, his cock twitching as you spoke to him in a coaxing tone, your energy felt so dominating and powerful that it only made him more excited, how was he supposed to be afraid when he felt so turned on? "Can't guess?" Kibum had realized that he spent too much time thinking of what it could possibly be, and too much time being one second. It was too late for him to guess and realizing that he'd just have to find out Kibum felt his hands begin to sweat out of nervousness.
"Here." Kibum gasped loudly at the feeling of a cold ice cube being lightly pressed against the nape of his neck, he couldn't help but whimper as you slowly dragged it down his neck and to his shoulder and collar bone. Goosebumps form across his skin, the heat of his body melts the ice almost instantly as you tease him, a bead of water trickles down from his collar bone to his chest giving him chills up his spine. "...A-Ah..." His voice cracked, his cock throbbing as he shivered and tensed his body. “Can you guess now pretty boy?” As you pulled the ice away from his body you watched in satisfaction as he shook his head frantically, panting as he licked his lips and waited for more. “Really?” You asked, “I thought that would be easy…are you sure you can’t guess babe?” With the lingering feeling of the ice still on his body and the sound of your voice, his senses were becoming fogged. He knew that one wrong move would make him cum and he was trying his hardest to relax and play fair. “I-Ice…it’s ice…” You grinned and nodded your head.
“That’s right,” You said cheerfully, “Such a smart puppy, look at you…you’re so good at this game baby, since you’re doing such a good job, I’ll give you a reward.” As you said this Kibum became nervous and yet, even more turned on. The condescending sound of your voice and coaxing tone that you used gave him butterflies but made him pray that you’d go easy on him. For a second too long after this you disappeared, there was no sound and no feelings, just the sound of the wind blowing and his own heavy breathing. Kibum wanted to call out your name, he wanted to move his head in hopes that he could hear you again…but his worry was soon soothed by the sound of your clothes hitting the floor. “For doing so good, I’ll sit on your face, how does that sound?”
46 notes · View notes
shawol-poser · 3 months
Text
Replay (The 'KEY' x reader insert Anthology) Teaser
Disclaimer:I own nothing but my writing. I write with the idol's on screen persona in mind, which should be considered separate from the idol's real persona. This is by no means canon (obviously), should not be treated as such, and should not be seen as a representation of any of the people featured in this work. If enough people request it, a separate work will be published with alternative pronouns.
Pairing: Kim Kibum x Fem! Makeup Artist! Ex-classmate! reader
Summary: A collection of, "Kim Kibum x Makeup Artist! Ex-classmate! reader" one shots as told through various times the reader is mentioned in different variety shows that "SHINee's KEY" has been featured in!!
Replay, Track 1
Replay, Track 2
Tumblr media
"Yah, this is amazing!" Minho chuckled out as he kept staring at his phone. The images and videos of Key in various states of drunkenness amusing him.
"Your dog seems like he's drunk too-" The comment elicits a new wave of laughter to the already comical sight in front of them.
"He's angry because he couldn't sleep until late." Key says apologetically as he focuses back on the screen of MBC's 'I Live Alone.'
Minho being featured on the current episode of the show meant that only chaos would ensue. Known as, “The Tom and Jerry of the Kpop world,” they woke up with monstrous hangovers that seemed to immediately kickstart their bickering as Key's house guest was denied water after asking so nicely.
The two ended up calming down from their laughing fit as they tried to catch their breath. The heat and head rush from dehydration and the remaining alcohol in their bloodstream made it hard for them to get up as they giggled at the contents of the other's phone. "We should clean up first." Getting up, the camera pans to Minho as he peeked at the mess on the dining table and looked back at his bandmate, whom was still lying down. "This is serious, what should we do?" He looks again, but sees the other only closing their eyes tighter in frustration. Wanting to block out his noisy guest.
Narae grimaces in understanding. "Ugh, that must be when you feel the most nauseous. When cleaning up after drinking." Various noises in agreement were made, sympathising with the seemingly universal struggle.
The camera then pans to the entrance of Key's unit. The beeping of buttons and the rustling of plastic getting louder as the new face opened the door and entered. A seemingly full plastic bag in hand.
"Oh? It's a woman?" Narae looks back and forth to her side and to the footage.
A graphic of, "SHINee KEY's Mystery Guest?" appears on screen as the person in question continued moving. Comme Des and Garcon jumped and barked to catch her attentions as she did. The sound caused the two bachelors to see where the sound was coming from where they were.
The masked figure takes off their shoes with a grunt and makes their way to the living room, approaching with confident steps as they peer down into the plastic. "Hey, Kibum-ah. I'm going to--" The guest begins, but stops themselves as they raised their head to see not one, but two SHINee members now looking at them. Plastic still in hand as the duo looked at her.
The camera freezes to show two angles as it shows the reaction of the new guest and the two idols. A split screen appearing with cartoon graphics of question marks were on either side, building up light-hearted suspense.
"I - Is this your secret girlfriend? She looked very comfortable coming in." The entertainer pushes, a shocked expression on her face. Head again moving to gauge the reactions of her costars.
Key appears alone on screen as a part of the solo documentary interview. The question being prompted on the screen as he looked at the interviewer earnestly. "Ah..." He began, eyes looking elsewhere as he pauses and thinks carefully. "Y/n, is her name."
The screen then resumes the playback of the duo's reaction to the masked figure. The woman stills before slowly backing away while still facing them with a stone face, almost as if to exit.
"Yah, Y/n-ah? Why are you here?" Minho's naturally wide eyes only seemed to get wider as he appraised the new guest.
"Minho knows her too?!" Hyunmoo eventually joins in as his curiosity has been piqued.
Key laughs silently as he watches the screen, wondering what direction the editing crew wanted to push this episode in. So far, he thinks, it was at least somewhat good for television.
He hopes for an even better reaction later though.
The woman sighs, deciding to just go along with them despite the unexpected guest, and approaches them.
“You guys look so pitiful. Here," The woman moved to hand over two bottles of cold water from the plastic bag. One to Minho, whose eyes were still wide in wonder as he looked at the bottle, and one to Key, whose glare only seemed to worsen. Her eyebrows furrowing in deep thought at the face he’s pulling.
Minho's satisfied sigh is heard in the background, a groaned out "thank you" that was edited to be a lot quieter was heard, as she reached the shorter-haired male. The two stared each other down. Gaze hardening, as if daring the other to say anything, before Key reached for the water in her outstretched hand. He was stopped however when Y/n clicked her tongue in irritation. Taking off her mask with her other hand. "Kibum-ah,…your face is so puffy." She comments. Faux disgust makes itself known in her voice and on her faces, which only causes Key's earlier exasperation to worsen.
The guests of the show all break out into laughter at the woman's blunt words and Key's reaction. Not expecting this mystery character to be so upfront with the celebrity.
The unmasked woman is then shown on screen, being interviewed solo. A polite smile on her face as she greets the camera respectfully.
"Hello everyone! Today, I'm SHINee KEY's makeup artist; Y/n. Nice to meet you." Lowering her head and lifting it up to look around, graphics were included to show the personality that radiated from her.
"Makeup artist??" Narae exclaims, disbelief clearly shone on her face.
"Right, she's been with us from the beginning." Key reveals, regarding her and the other guests as he nods along.
The screen then showed a montage of various pictures from SHINee's debut days that were taken from some of the members' old social media accounts. The idol at the MBC headquarters laughing in shock at almost not recognising himself from how young and different he looked. How everyone looked.
But what the other guests were surprised to see were two pictures that seemed to be taken before the group's debut. Perhaps even before their trainee days, the images staying on screen for a longer duration.
Two pictures of SHINee's KEY with their makeup artist. One in a class picture, and the other at a competition.
"You were classmates?!"
Key could only cackle loudly at the shock of his co-stars.
----------------------------------
Feel free to comment what you think, send in ideas for the next possible anthology entry, or like and reblog!! I hope to see more content from SHINee x reader content, and I hope this helps get a wave forming soon lol
52 notes · View notes
eyehearthoshi · 3 months
Text
₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ key as romantic tropes!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
pairing ⟢ kim kibum (key) x gn!reader
warnings ⟢ mention of injuries and use of the pet name “baby” towards the end. lowercase intended.
wc ⟢ 1.8k
author’s note ⟢ i obviously don’t know key personally, this is just me being silly goofy + delusional. so, he may be written ooc, sorry. !!this is very self indulgent!!
Tumblr media
₊˚⊹ ☁ royal x commoner ☁ ₊˚⊹
if you don’t think that key gives off major royalty vibes, then i don’t know what to tell you tbh. i can just picture him in the fanciest regal outfits and i think he’d love to throw parties for his court. this is where you and him would first meet properly.
you were a royal gardener at key’s estate and you loved watching the parties through the windows because key is known for going all out on decor. one night you decide to sneak into a party, wearing your best outfit and donning a masquerade mask to match the occasion—thinking that no one would recognize you.
but key isn’t dumb, so he knows it’s you under the mask the moment he spots you amongst the crowd. he recognizes you, not because of your attire, but because he knows all the people he employs (you think this entj is not gonna supervise the running of his house? as if.)
he isn’t upset that you snuck in, in fact, he is quite amused at how you stare at all the facets of his ballroom with a smile on your face while moving along with the music that fills the room. you are incredibly shocked when you are asked to dance to one of the slower songs by a man in an ornate gold ensemble. it doesn’t take long for you to identify this man as your employer.
strangely enough, conversation flows quite naturally between you two as you spin around the ballroom for multiple songs. you both were lost in each other until a member of key’s court butted in to ask for a dance with him.
it was only after bowing to your partner and stepping off the dance floor that you noticed how late it had gotten. you still had work in the morning, so you decided to retire back to your room.
you tried your best to return to reality after a night spent dancing with key. surely he hadn’t known it was one of his gardeners under the mask, or else he would have never asked you to dance in the first place! that thought was sobering, but it didn’t stop you from picturing his deep eyes as you fell asleep that night.
the next morning was similar to most with you completing your tasks with the usual efficiency despite your thoughts lingering on the evening prior. you were tending to some rose bushes when you heard footsteps approaching. thinking it was your supervisor, you turned your head, only to be met with key standing above you.
it wasn’t rare for key to check in on the upkeep of his estate, but it was rare for him to approach you specifically. he usually communicated with the head gardener for updates on his gardens.
you bowed your head respectfully despite the nerves. did he know you snuck into his party? were you about to be fired?
“a late night of fun and yet you are still diligent in your work,” he smirked, “i’m impressed.”
your mouth gaped open, shocked at his forwardness before you sputtered out an apology. “i’m sorry, sir! i shouldn’t have attended last night. but i know my place and it won’t happen again!”
“that’s a shame,” he said with a playful frown tingeing his lips, “i was looking forward to more nights with my new dance partner.”
Tumblr media Tumblr media
₊˚⊹ ☁ rivals to lovers ☁ ₊˚⊹
i’m picturing this in an office environment so good & great key energy. i think key would definitely have a rival at the workplace because he’s pretty sassy and ambitious which could create some tension…
both you and key are on the same hierarchical level in the office, but you often felt like he would look down on you in little ways. he’d always double-check your work before handing it to a supervisor and he never seemed to trust you enough to collaborate properly with you.
now, you’re a kind person and want to give key the benefit of the doubt. so, you decide to tell him, in private, that his behavior upsets you sometimes. you’re both mature adults, surely communication would be the best way to solve this issue.
“i’m only guaranteeing the success of our team,” he replies, “you can understand why it is important to make sure there aren’t any weak links.”
weak links? is he serious? that conversation did more harm than good for your relationship with key. after that, you worked even harder to make sure your assignments were immaculate so that the jerk in thick-rimmed glasses had nothing to complain about.
one day, your supervisor announced the opportunity of a promotion for one of your team members to fill a new leadership position. you knew that this was your time to truly show how impactful you were in your workplace. the issue was, key would also be gunning for that position alongside you.
late nights in the office became the norm as you worked towards your goal, spending hours on your computer until your eyes got itchy and tired. key seemed to be in a similar boat as he typed rapidly a few desks down from you. you felt like you couldn’t call it a night until he did. problem is, he rarely went home before 10:00 p.m.
“do you ever sleep?” the words came out harsher than you had meant as you looked up from your screen to make eye contact with key.
you heard him breathe out a laugh as he turned back to his work, “i can’t sleep until everything is perfect.”
you furrowed your brows. his mentality seemed incredibly serious and honestly, quite depressing. perhaps it was none of your business, but your exhaustion-muddled brain diminished your usual filter, “i think you need to chill.”
key’s eyes shot back to yours in shock. you never really questioned his behavior after the first time you confronted him, so he wasn’t used to you being so assertive. he crossed his arms over his chest, “oh really? trying to get me to relax and forfeit the promotion? nice try.”
you shook your head, for once you weren’t thinking about the promotion, but rather the dark circles forming underneath his eyes. “no. i just think that you’re running yourself ragged and soon you’re going to crash.”
key’s accusatory stance immediately softened at your words, before he defensively turned back to his screen, “i think you should focus on yourself instead of worrying needlessly about me.”
you chuckled softly, “i don’t think my worrying is misplaced since the last thing you ‘ate’ was an iced americano at 5:00 pm,” stubbornly staring him down, you added, “just because you’ve been mean to me doesn’t mean that i want you to pass out.”
key sighed and rubbed his eyes under his glasses, “i don’t intend to be mean to you. i just…” he turned to look at you “you’re a brilliant person and i don’t want to see you waste your talent.”
smiling softly in the dim office, you stood up and reached a hand in key’s direction, “let’s go get a late dinner. i think we have a lot to talk about.”
Tumblr media Tumblr media
₊˚⊹ ☁ overprotective x clumsy ☁ ₊˚⊹
okay so key is shinee’s mom we know this and i just feel it in my bones that he would be overprotective with his partner. this would be especially true if his partner was clumsy or accident-prone.
let’s just say that sometimes you weren’t the best with spatial awareness. you often bumped into walls and knocked against furniture. this became so normal to you that you honestly didn’t even notice the pain anymore.
that is, until you started dating key and he noticed all the times you bumped, slipped, or fell. not only did he notice, but he actively scolded you for your clumsiness.
“yah!” a shout came from behind you, causing you to turn around in shock. key quickly made his way across the room to where you were standing.
perplexed, you looked around for evidence of what you had done, “what?”
key slid a hand onto your shoulder that he had just watched slam against the wall moments before, rubbing it gently, “what do you mean ‘what’? you need to be more careful.”
you smiled at his words, knowing that he was concerned for you, “don’t worry, it doesn’t really bother me anymore!”
key scoffed at this. he disliked how little attention you paid to your injuries. even if they were minor, he didn’t like the idea that his baby was in pain. if it was up to him, he would be able to stay by your side and protect you from yourself.
certain injuries were more worrisome than others. for instance, a couple of days later while key was relaxing on the couch, he heard a loud crashing sound from the kitchen. alarm bells going off in his brain, he immediately stood and rushed to find you knelt on the kitchen tile, picking up shards of glass.
“what are you doing?!” his voice was more startling than he intended as he quickly knelt in front of you, gently taking the broken glass from your hands.
you took his annoyed tone to mean that he was upset about you accidentally dropping his glassware onto the floor, so you apologized, “i’m so sorry ki! i was going to fill it with water and…i can pay for a new one!”
key watched as you looked at him with watery eyes. he was shocked at your misjudgment, “you think i care about the cup?! i’m only upset that you tried to clean up glass with your bare hands, dummy!” he raised himself off the floor to grab the broom from the corner, “you’re gonna get yourself hurt and i can’t stand that.”
you swallowed and backed away from the chunks of glass on the floor, more emotions bubbling in your chest, “you can’t stand that i’m clumsy?”
“yes.” key looked at you sharply before changing his tone, “well, no. it’s not your fault. i just can’t stand watching you get hurt all the time,” he diligently swept the glass into the dustpan before putting it in the bin. he sighed, “i just feel like i should be able to prevent it.”
you couldn’t help but laugh, causing key to glare at you, “hey, i’m serious! you think this is funny?”
you reached for his hand, still smiling, “a little bit, but only because you can’t prevent me from accidentally hurting myself, baby.” you squeezed his hand, “it always makes me feel better when you care for me afterward though.”
key’s face softened at your words, “i’m glad. it makes me feel better to see that you’re alright.” he smiled softly, “so, will you allow me to check if you cut yourself on any of that glass?”
you rolled your eyes in good humor, flipping your hands over so he could see your palms. even if he was a bit excessive, you did love your overprotective boyfriend.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
40 notes · View notes
taem-min-archived2 · 1 year
Text
immortals || k.kb
Tumblr media
PAIRING || Key x Female Reader
GENRES || Soulmate AU, Mystical AU, Angst
SUMMARY || Soul (noun):  the spiritual or immaterial part of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal.
COLLAB || Part of the Eternally Yours: The Soulmate Exhibit collab by @sungbeam​​. Thank you for letting me take part in this collab! Check out the collab here!
WORD COUNT || 5.7k
A/N || Slight inspiration from ancient dreams and see you in my 19th life. Also thanks to @jaynaur​ for helping me get some inspo in these dry times.
TAGLIST || @shrutiajit​ @exoxobsession​ @woo-minhee02​ @buttvi​ @vllxchor @stayinzencity​ @ahtisa02​ @spacebyuns​ @midnightmoi​ @xavi-in-kpopland​ @fifty-shades-of-mischeif​ @whatudoing​ @justchuji @myluv-yeonjun​ @cara-18​ @ongshimi​ @xuxibelle​ @yerimezzy @trashlord-007​ (If you want to be added to my taglists, fill in this form)
Tumblr media
A misty breath escaped her mouth as she sighed, the cold air clinging against her skin, no matter how much she pulled her drape closer to her body. Winter had begun earlier than usual this time, causing the days to feel much colder. The trees in her garden had already shed their leaves and neither were there any squirrels or birds lurking on them, enveloping her house in an empty silence.
But it was something she had gotten used to over the years. It was something she had to get used to. Somewhere down the street, she heard a group of children laugh, and a small smile tugged on her lips. It was nice to hear other people laugh and smile. It somehow bought a sense of calmness over her, which was something she rarely felt. 
Living was painful for her, but so was death. Y/N honestly didn’t know which she dreaded more. She really wished this endless cycle of pain would stop but that would have been a very selfish move. Especially when she knew that they would be hurting.
A crash came from behind, jolting her from her reverie and she walked back into the house. Y/N found a broken cup on the floor and she glared at the teapot on the table.
“Sorry.” A wisp of smoke arose from it, partially taking the form of an old man. “You were out there too long. We were worried you would catch a cold.”
Y/N sighed, picking up the broomstick to sweep away the broken porcelain. “You could have called. And also, just because we figured out that this cup doesn’t have a soul doesn’t mean that we can break it.
“Sorry Y/N.” This time a young girl’s spirit from the vase spoke. “We did want to call but what if the neighbours heard us?” 
“Still…” But their argument was right. After all, she was the only one who had discovered that objects had souls too. And for this truth, she had to pay a heavy price. A price that pained her both mentally and physically. A price of her soul.
In a world where lovers were connected by the string of fate, you were given a chance to find your soulmate throughout all your lives. Most people tried to find theirs within their given lifespans because not finding one had a heavy punishment: you remembered your previous life. And you kept on remembering all your lives, pain and happy memories until you found your soulmate.
Only a soulmate would be able to end the cycle of remembering. For Y/N, the hard part wasn’t finding a soulmate. Since everyone was always on the lookout of finding theirs, you were bound to find your soulmate in the given life itself. But the hard part for her was the fact that she didn’t have a soul. 
“Should we get going for today?” Y/N asked, stuffing a piece of bread into her mouth as she hurriedly wore her apron and packed her tools into her bag. She tried sounding cheerful because she didn’t want the antiques in her house to be burdened by her sadness. She didn’t want them to blame themselves for her current state. 
“Y/N, be careful out there!” 
“Don’t forget to eat your lunch!”
“Don’t be back home too late, it gets darker earlier nowadays!”
“Don’t worry about me, I promise to take care of myself!” She yelled back as she dashed out of the house. Even if she never had a soulmate and had forgotten what it was to be loved by someone who wasn’t family, she was glad of these companions she had made.
Some of them had been with her since her very first life. Since she remembered every single life, she had always tried to collect the antiques she had lost in her previous life just so that they could be together for another lifetime. 
By the time she had stepped out, it had begun snowing. The snow grew thicker by the time it was evening, slowing down business more than usual.  Y/N had been mending a damaged clock when she heard the bells of the temple ring nine times, indicating the time. Suddenly, realising how late she was and how worried the spirits at her home would be, she hurriedly packed up her things and closed the shop. 
The snow had begun falling more thickly and the road was completely covered in a white blanket. It was hard telling where the sidewalk ended or where the road started but Y/N kept towards the sides just in case. There weren’t many people at this hour nor were there many cars on the street. She hurried on, feeling apprehensive all of a sudden and pulled her cloak closer to her body, dismissing the feelings as cold.
Y/N turned towards an alley, pausing for a second at how dark it was. She wondered if she should just stick to the main road but deciding that she was already too late today, she continued walking. It was lonelier here, with almost no street lights or even houses in the vicinity. The feeling of foreboding grew in her heart and all of a sudden she froze. 
Just as she had predicted, the sound of footsteps that had been following her for quite some time too stopped. Her eyes scanned her surroundings as she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. 
Y/N began walking away, this time with a much more quickened pace as she ignored how much colder she was feeling. It’s going to be okay. She thought to herself. The street is coming to an end. I can just-
She turned back just to make sure she wasn’t wrong and at the same time, the man ran towards her. A scream tore her throat as she stumbled back, slipping on the ice and falling down. Y/N saw a flash of silver in his hands and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the stabbing pain but nothing came.
Instead, she heard the sound of knuckles hitting something hard, followed by a crash as though a body was thrown across the street. Slowly opening her eyes, Y/N saw another man standing in front of her with his back facing her and the person following her lying on the street. She looked up at him and at the same time, he turned towards her, their eyes meeting. She felt a shiver run up her spine as the man’s cold eyes flicked through her. 
She had met people whose eyes didn’t hold any emotions, almost soulless like hers. But never had she seen someone whose eyes were so lively, almost looking like their coldness could burn through her skin. Y/N could nearly see flames dancing in his eyes. Somehow, that made her more scared and she inched away from him a little. 
“Don’t worry. I’m not here to harm you.” He said. Extending his hands towards her, he looked at her expectantly. Y/N tried to think of what he might have wanted from her but seeing that he had saved her this once she had no other option but to accept his hand.
She had expected his hand to be cold just like his eyes but to her surprise, they were warm in a comforting way. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt a sense of familiarity but nothing came to her mind presently so she dismissed the feelings.
“Er, thank you.” She muttered, unable to meet his eyes. Something about his intense eyes seemed to scare her. “I’ll, uh, get going now.”
But as she was about to remove her hands from his, he tightened his grip on hers. She looked up at him in surprise and felt another shiver run down her spine. He was looking at her so lividly that she felt like it was her mistake he had gotten pulled into her mess.
“Oh no, you are not going anywhere. You have a lot of explaining to do Y/N.”
Tumblr media
Y/N wasn’t sure what had gotten into her but here she was, standing beside the stranger as he cooked dinner in her house. At first, she was terrified of how he had come to know her name but then he explained a little and that’s how he ended up being invited to her house. He had asked for dinner as payment for saving her life but upon finding her house was practically empty, he had taken up the task to cook them dinner.
“So, um,” She began the conversation awkwardly, not sure what to ask. Judging from the way he was cooking, she figured that he must be a professional cook too. “Your name is Kibum and you are a soul collector?”
“That’s right.” He said, tossing the vegetables in the pan. His temper had cooled down by the time they had reached her house but he seemed to snap again when he found out she barely had food in her house. The only reason she began a conversation now again was because he seemed to have calmed down once more.
“And you…collect the souls of the dead?” 
“That’s right.”
She already knew what a soul collector did but of course she had to pretend like she didn’t know. Most people eventually found their soulmates so even if they did remember what happened to them after their death, they would forget it after this life. But she remembered each and every single of her death, which was why dying was as painful as living for her. At least when she was alive she always had the antiques with her but in death, it was a cold, lonely and dark place. 
“So…you’ve come to take my soul because I was supposed to be killed by that man today? Then why did you save me?” She now realised what that feeling of foreboding she was feeling. Even after all her deaths, she could never guess it on time. 
The soul collector looked at her suspiciously. “You know an awful lot about this, don’t you?”
“Hahaha,” Y/N laughed nervously. “It’s just that-”
“Let’s cut to the chase shall we?” He interrupted her, placing the two plates on her dining table. He sat down and she followed suit, all of a sudden feeling scared. What if he had found out her secret? What was going to happen to her? What was going to happen to the antiques? She could feel the tension in the room but she didn't dare speak before Kibum did. 
“Where’s your soulmate?”
“Oh, uh, he’s- he’s I haven’t met him yet actually” She lied. “I’ve tried searching-”
“Is that so?” He tilted his head and studied her, as though he already knew the truth but was just teasing her. For some reason, this made her angry and she looked up at him, forgetting all her anger. “Yes. I haven’t bothered to look for them. To be honest, I don’t want to look for them. There isn’t any problem with that, right?” 
Kibum seemed taken aback by this response but he gained his composure almost immediately. “No, there isn’t a problem with that. But it does make soul collecting a bit difficult.”
“That isn’t my problem.” She said coldly. “Now if you excuse me, it would be better if you were on your way-”
“You don’t get it, do you?” He snapped all of a sudden, making her jolt back. Once again, she felt a sense of deja vu, like a distant memory she had forcibly forgotten. “There’s a huge problem if you don’t get a soulmate! It would have been fine if it was just one or two lives but I know that you haven’t had one for many lives! I’ve been noticing these abnormalities for quite some time and I'm sure it's just you being reborn. But here’s the main problem. You seem to remember even the period between each life. In other words, no soul collector comes to you when you die. Why do you think it's like that?”
Kibum was standing by now and peering at her angrily, causing Y/N to gulp in fear. How did he figure out so much? Did that mean all the soul collectors were after her now? 
“I-I don’t know-” she stammered when he cut her again coldly.
“It’s because you don’t have a soul.”
She could only stare at him, hands clutching under the table as she held her breath in fear. What was going to happen to her now? What was going to happen to her antiques? Would she be punished now according to the laws of the soul?
“I’m sorry.” was all she could say.
“Sorry is not going to solve-”
“I know that okay?” She snapped, her voice rising. “You think I like the fact that I don’t have a soul? Do you know how hard it has been for me all these years? As though the loneliness wasn’t enough but the pain of remembering everything is just too much! There are so many things I want to forget and yet I- I-” Y/N felt her voice choke as tears brimmed her eyes. 
Kibum looked at her as though he understood her pain. He stood up and cleared away their plates, turning his back to her. “You don’t need to explain to me now. Get some rest. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”
“What about you?”
He looked at her questioningly. “What about me?”
“Where are you going to sleep?”
He looked at her hurt and offended but Y/N could see the look of mischief underneath that facade.  “Why, are you not going to let me sleep here?”
“Excuse me!” 
“Sheesh, I’m just going to be in the living room. Don’t worry, I won’t creep into the bedroom. I have some manners. Unless…you want me to freeze to death in the backyard?”
“...Make yourself comfortable.”
Tumblr media
“What does he even want?” Y/N muttered to herself angrily as she shovelled the snow from her front yard. “Why is he even here if he doesn’t even want to talk business yet?”
“He was so aggressive yesterday and yet today, he hasn’t spoken a word about it?” The porcelain vase beside her asked. She shook her head angrily before muttering once more. “I couldn’t even get a good night’s rest because of him.”
All night she had tossed and turned in her bed for two reasons. One being that Kibum apparently didn’t need any sleep. So he took this opportunity to ‘tidy’ her house. The whole night all she heard was the clattering and shuffling of things. Another reason she didn’t get a wink of sleep was because her mind was elsewhere. His words had reminded her once more of how lonely she was and she racked her brains hard trying to remember her first life. The faint feeling of being loved was lingering in the back of her head but no matter how hard she tried to remember, she couldn’t remember who it was, or if it was all just a part of her imagination. 
“You are the owner of the house!” The vase whispered to her. His spirit was almost a thousand years old and she always listened to his advice. “You should be the one commanding him, not the other way around! How dare he go around threatening you!”
“That prick! I should-”
“Darling, why do you keep talking to yourself?”
“D-Darling?” She stuttered angrily, turning to glare at Kibum who was leaning against the door frame, smirking at her. “Who do you think-”
All of a sudden she felt the ground under her dissolve, the world growing dim around her. The air around her felt different, somehow warmer as though it was a different season. Y/N tried blinking to clear her sight but the world was still blurry and dizzy around her. She could faintly make out Kibum standing against the door, but now he was wearing different clothes, much ancient ones. His hair too was styled in a different way and he was smiling at her. 
“Darling, why do you keep talking to yourself?” He repeated his question once more, even though it felt like he was talking to her underwater. But yet, she felt that this time the question was asked in a more teasing way, and she could hear the faint touch of affection in his voice.
Her mouth opened on her own and she heard herself repeat the same this time, but this time sounding more flustered than angry.
“D-Darling? Who do you think you are calling darling?”
“Darling?” His voice sounded clearer and this somehow jolted her back to reality. Everything around her cleared but Y/N could still feel her head spinning slightly. She looked at Kibum and expected him to have the same expression but instead, he was looking at her in shock. Judging by his expression, he too had just experienced what she had.
“What was that?” She asked angrily. If he was a soul collector he should be able to tell what had happened right now, right? 
But Kibum only stared at her, his shocked expression slowly turning to that one of pain. 
“Kibum?” Her anger died down a little and she took a step closer to him, only for him to stumble back. “W-Wait- Stop-” He looked like he had seen a ghost, and for some reason, that hurt her a bit, like it was her fault that he was like this. “I-I’m not sure but d-don’t come closer!” Saying that he dashed back into the room. She stood staring at his retreating figure for some time, before going back to her work.
No matter how much Y/N tried to wrap her head around this, she just couldn’t make sense of it more than the fact that it might have been one of her past lives. People barely remembered all the details of their current lives, so it wasn’t possible for her to remember each and everything unless it had affected her emotionally. She definitely didn’t remember anything from her first few lives except how she ended up in this repeated cycle.
Now that she thought of it, how was she sure that that was her first life? It could be that that was the first life she remembered. Maybe she had a soulmate in all her previous lives. She wondered who was her soulmate in her first life and what had happened to him. All of a sudden, a sickening thought came to her mind, one she had never thought of all the years she was alive. What had actually happened to her soulmate? Surely he was able to find another one, right? It couldn’t be possible that he too was roaming around without one, sharing her pain and burden of remembering his past lives, could he?
This very thought made her knees go weak and she sat down on her verandah. How could she have never thought of him even once? If anything had happened to him it was her fault. 
All of a sudden, an idea popped into her head.
“Hey,” she said, speaking to the vase beside her. “Do you think soul collectors have a list of names from whom they collect souls or something?” 
“I suppose so. Or else, how would they keep track of you not having a soulmate?” 
“Do you think this is the right time to talk about something sensitive?”
“I would not suggest it. Given his prickly personality, he will probably lash out on you.”
She sighed, realising that the vase was right. But for some reason, she felt uncomfortable about leaving him just like that, when it was clear that he was shaken up by what he had seen. Was it because he was her guest and she couldn’t bear to leave him like that? Or was it the fact that for some reason he looked familiar to her?
Y/N trudged back into the house, wondering what she was going to say to him. She always thought soul collectors were gods, celestial beings that had never experienced any human emotions. But from seeing KIbum, she wondered how one ended up as a soul collector in the first place. Were they chosen? Or were some people just born to do it?
She found him sitting on the steps of her house, staring at her front door listlessly. Standing behind him, Y/N racked her head, trying to think of how she should approach him. She didn’t want to anger him more now that he knew her secret. But more importantly, she didn’t want to hurt him more.
“Is my back that beautiful?”
His cocky voice jolted her back to the present, throwing out the little pity she had felt for him. Rolling her eyes, she sat down beside him, looking at him expectantly. He sighed and looked at her questioningly, as though asking what.
He looked like his usual self, not even a trace of sadness even in his eyes. It was as though the hurt person she had seen a few minutes before was just a figment of her imagination.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
Kibum looked at her like she was asking an obvious question. She resisted the urge to get up and storm away from him. “Of course I am. Why shouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know, you didn’t look alright a few minutes before. You looked…hurt.”
At this he scoffed, turning his face away from her. “Soul collectors don’t feel emotions. I can’t feel hurt.” 
Even though he stressed on the can’t, to her it sounded like he was just shutting out his feelings no matter what. Sunlight was directly falling on his eyes now and you were squinting against it. She sighed in exasperation and gently turned his shoulders towards her.
“Don’t face the sun-” All of a sudden Y/N realised how close they were. She was still holding his shoulders and his face was just inches away from her. From this up close, she could see his pale skin and the slight flush his pale cheeks had. His eyes flicked over her face in surprise and she felt heat rush up her cheeks. She let him go and turned away a little, feeling as flustered as him. 
“So- um-” She stuttered, trying to change the subject with whatever came into her mind. “Do you like flowers?”
“F-flowers? Yeah, I like- I like flowersuns. I-I mean sunflowers. Yeah I like them a lot.” He looked at her surprised, his expression more scared than relieved for the change of topic. His usually cool demeanour seemed to be completely gone now that he stumbled upon his own words. For some reason she found it funny and a giggle escaped her mouth.
“W-what? Why are you laughing?” He whined, and that made her crack into laughter even more. 
“I don’t know.” She said, “It's just…very funny seeing you so flustered.”
He glared at her and muttered a ‘I hate you’. She smiled at him, feeling all the tension that had built previously disappear. The corners of his lip too curled up to a smile and she realised how beautiful he was. With the sunlight falling on his face lightly, Kibum looked almost godlike and it made her wonder whether good looks came with the soul collectors package. Again, the strong sense of familiarity enveloped her but this time she ignored it, choosing to enjoy the comfortable silence between them.
Tumblr media
“I've made dinner for us.” Kibum announced, like it was a daily routine he followed. He moved towards the kitchen just as Y/N came in through the living room.
“You are still here?” Y/N asked jokingly as she took off her coat and hung it on the coat stand. It had been snowing heavily today too but she didn’t make the mistake of staying out late at night like she had yesterday. Kibum had indirectly threatened her that if she ended up dying before he got to question her, he would personally haunt her. Though, she pointed out, it would have been the other way around since she was the one who was dead.
“Of course. I still didn’t question you.” He said, placing the dishes on the table. She looked at all the dishes he made impressively. She didn’t cook much usually since she never had a proper appetite, but somehow the smell of his food made her feel hungry, as though she hadn’t eaten in a long time.
“Do you like it?” She looked up at him and he was smirking at her, but she nodded happily. “It's been a long time since I had good food. Somewhere down the line, I just lost interest you know…” her voice trailed off but Kibum nodded.
“I understand. Being immortal…isn’t all that glamorous as people paint it to be. Soon even the smallest things that give you pleasure too feel like a burden.”
She stared at him. For the first time in all her lives, she felt understood. Y/N clutched the chair hard, feeling as though she had just lifted a huge rock off her chest. Of course Kibum could relate to her. Being a soul collector must have been painful for him too.
“Shall we?” He asked, motioning to her chair. She nodded and sat down, picking up a spoon to decide on what to try first.
“So do you eat such good food on a regular basis?” She asked.
“Of course not. But I do enjoy cooking sometimes for my guests.”
“Guests?”
“Yes of course. You didn’t think that soul collectors can’t have friends, did you?”
“No I didn’t. But given your personality I just wondered-”
“Hey!”
She laughed before smiling at him apologetically. It had been a really long time since she had an interaction like this and somehow this was making her giddy and light. When was the last time she had talked to someone so freely, laughed like this or even smiled at? Over the years she had slowly shut out people. Maybe this was why Kibum had said he couldn’t feel emotions? Because of the burden of remembering rather than because he was a soul collector?
Shaking off these heavy thoughts from her mind, Y/N turned her attention back to her food, still unable to choose which food to start with. Kibum chuckled at her indecisiveness and picked up her bowl, placing a little of everything in it. 
“Sheesh how have you been living on your own if you can’t even take care of yourself?” 
“Don’t put any cucumb-”
“I know.”
“Huh?” The two of them looked at each other in confusion. How had he known that she didn’t like cucumbers? 
For the second time that day, she felt the world swim around her. Once again, it felt like she had travelled back in time, but in the exact same setting.
“You are such a baby, you know.” She heard Kibum say, his annoyed voice sounding afar. And yet, he picked out all the cucumbers from her dish and placed it in his, smiling at her softly.
This time she jolted back to present almost immediately, feeling nauseous from the memory. Now she was sure they had met in some life, but judging how lovingly he had looked at her and how her past self responded back, she was suspicious that it was her first life.
Then did she actually have a soulmate? Kibum looked ghastly, cold sweat dripped all over his face and Y/N felt her heart twist in pain. 
“Kibum?” She whispered. “Are you okay?” 
He shut his eyes tight, as though trying to forget what he had just seen. Slowly, she got up and walked to the other side of the table, sitting down beside him. Then gently putting a hand on his shoulder, she softly asked him once again. “Kibum? Is something wrong?”
She heard him take a shaky breath and she froze. Was he crying? 
“Why did you do that?” He asked, causing her to be taken aback. What was he talking about?
“Are you talking about the memories? I don’t know-”
“I meant,” he asked, turning towards her. Tears were running down his cheeks and she felt a familiar stabbing pain, one she had forgotten long ago. “I meant why did you leave me?”
“Leave-”
And it was as though he had asked a magical question because all of a sudden memories of her first life came flooding back into her head. 
“Wait for me!” 
Y/N turned towards the voice chasing her, laughing at his annoyed face as he stumbled to catch up with her. She had been running across the field for quite some time, and he had been chasing her, despite complaining of how he didn’t care much of where she wandered off to.
“What is it? You are pretty slow, you know?” 
“You are too fast. I’m not slow.” Kibum huffed as he caught up with her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down, sitting to catch his breath. She let out a laugh and edged closer to him, giving their entwined hands a squeeze. His annoyed face broke into a smile, before he quickly leaned in to give her a peck on the lips.
“H-Hey!” Y/N stuttered, heat rushing up to her cheeks. “You can’t do that! You should at least give me a warning.” She muttered, fingers lightly grazing her lips, still able to feel the tingle as his lips had grazed against hers.
Kibum laughed once more. “Fine, I’ll warn you next time, okay darling?” The pet name caused her to flush more furiously and Kibum took it as a yes. Slowly, he leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. She stared back at him, unable to look away. He looked so beautiful that she felt that her heart was going to pop out of her chest any moment now. She was sure even he could hear her heart hammering. Unable to control the excitement she was feeling right now, Y/N shut her eyes. She felt his soft lips graze against hers, and before she could stop herself, she kissed him back.
It definitely wasn’t their first kiss, but each time they kissed, it felt like a whole new feeling for her, as though she was falling in love with him again. She gripped on his shoulder, as his hands cradled her face, bringing her even more close than they already were.
Finally, they ran out of breath and broke apart, foreheads still touching as they gasped to catch their breaths. 
“Hey.” She whispered, and Kibum smiled at her softly, asking her to go on. “Do you think I’ll be able to find you in our next life too?” 
“Why?” He asked, raising an eyebrow jokingly. “Already tired of me?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling into his body. He too wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. His scent had always been comforting to her and right now this was the place she felt the most loved. 
“I want to be yours forever.”
“Me too. I love you so much. Promise me you’ll never leave me.”
“I promise you. I love you, Kibum.”
“You promised me.” Kibum sobbed, clutching her hands as though begging her to look at him. But no matter what, she just couldn’t look up to meet his eyes. The guilt she was feeling right now was just too much. Just because she had sold her soul, he had ended up as a soul collector. He had to suffer just because of her.
“Y/N, darling, please just look at me.” His now familiar warm hands gently cradled her face, lifting it up so that their eyes met. Seeing his teary ones made her heart give a crushing squeeze, as tears flowed from hers too now.
“I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Kibum. I never knew-”
He cut her off by pulling her into a tight hug. She clutched his arms, as though afraid that he would leave her if she let him go. “I’m sorry Kibum. I never knew it would be like this.” Y/N sobbed. “You have every right to be mad at me-”
“Stop, okay? Just stop. I searched for you all these years but I never knew-”
“It hurt, didn’t it?” She broke away from his embrace and asked, looking at his shining eyes. “It hurt living all these years, didn’t it? This is all my fault. I'm so sorry.”
Kibum brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping her tears. “But it hurt for you too didn’t it? Giving up your soul like that. What were you even thinking?” He whispered harshly. “W-Why don’t you think of yourself before others-”
“No. I didn’t think of you. I never thought of your pain or what you might have to face. I only thought of the antiques I used to mend-”
“You are wrong.” He interrupted her. “You knew the consequences you might have to face and yet you gave up your soul. If that isn’t selfless, then I don’t know what is. I’m sorry it took me so many years to find you. It must have hurt living like that.”
“Why are you apologising?” She could feel her voice cracking again. “You did nothing wrong. It's all my fault. I should have talked to you before making such rash decisions.”
“Then make up for it. Make up for all the years we lost.”
She blinked at him in surprise. Y/N just couldn’t understand how he had forgiven her so easily, despite what she had made him go through. But after all, that was love, wasn’t it? Even after all these years she could feel her heart beating for his, as though their souls were one. 
Then slowly, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against his lips. His hand ran through her hair, tugging her closer. She felt a spark in her heart and it felt like the world that had once looked bleak to her had its colour returning back. He tasted salty and yet comforting. 
“I’ll make it up to you.” She whispered against his lips, feeling him smile. “After all, we are immortal.” 
Tumblr media
A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!  
Tumblr media
54 notes · View notes
joon-june · 1 year
Text
Many thoughts being thought about Kibums body hair,,,
What it would be like to go down on him following the thin line of hair that goes down his tummy, hair thickening and becoming more corse the closer it gets. The soft velvety skin contrasting to the rough hair. Then the actual act of it -his cock shoved down your throat with a face full of pubes surrounding you in his scent and scratching against your nose and cheeks.
28 notes · View notes
imaginidol · 9 months
Text
Taemin: Stars Under the Rain
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
“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.
Tumblr media
231 notes · View notes
hobaworld7 · 1 year
Note
hii!! Can I request a date night with shinee? Your other shinee imagines was so good! I really enjoy reading it! Thank you! 💗
I swear every time I see SHINee request, it just makes my heart so so happy. Enjoy dear shawols!
SHINee reaction - Date night
Tumblr media Tumblr media
JINKI
A date with Jinki would be something fun!
Cooking class, pottery class, art class, etc.
He didn't care if you were both good or not at the class!
He wants to be able to talk with you and laugh a loooot
Always trying to make you laugh
Buuut like even if he doesn't try onew is funny
And it would end with a coffee or some pastries in a near restaurant
Walking you home
Kissing you on the cheek before you enter your apartment/house
Funny and a bit of a romantic
___
Tumblr media
KIBUM
Idk if i'm biased because Kibum is my ultimate bias buuut (clearly I am)
Like Key is amazing at everything so obviously he would be the most romantic of them all
He would come at your door, with your favorite flowers and a big hug
Then he would have plan the en-ti-er day
Starting with going out to eat, cute brunch spot with some amazing alcoholic drinks
After that, a walk around Seoul or Han River or
I feel like he would be the kind of guy to hold your hand and put it in his pocket, to warm it up. And give you his other gloves; And even his scarf if you need
He really wants you to be comfy and enjoy the day
___
Tumblr media
MINHO
I feel like Minho is a 50/50
50% of a romantic date
50% of a funny and crazy date
For your dates, both
He would definitely bring you to a field and play soccer
And having a picnic just after
He would make sure that you are comfortable
Maybe laying on a blanket and watching the sunset and the stars too
Because he's flaming charisma, and he knows it.
___
Tumblr media
TAEMIN
Taemin is such a sweetheart omg
He would take you for a tour around Seoul
Wanting to see your favorite spot
And show you his
Eating street food all day long
Hands in hands
And he will buy you a plush
He will ask you if you wanna come over for a movie
And cuddle with you all evening
___
If you want to read more, here is the link of my masterlist : https://www.tumblr.com/kimtaehyung-taetae-writing/710423978560421888/masterlist?source=share
thank you shawol and army!
110 notes · View notes
itstheoneshot · 6 months
Text
Designer Boy
request
Summary: You live for the lifestyle you have made for yourself. A real party boy, following fashion, dance, and so much drinking. Tonight isn’t any different, at least not at first.
Word Count: 2.6k
Pairing: Key x Male Reader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Alcohol Use/Drunkenness, Anal.
Tumblr media
Every weekend, another party, another hangover, and close to no recollection of the night before. They were so frequent that you didn’t even bother dressing up over the top for them most of the time, but tonight you did, and soon you will be glad that you went all out.
Your friendship group was a mix of all sorts, people from all different walks of life, with each fitting together like a puzzle. You take pride - pun not intended - in being the flamboyant gay guy in the group, living for all things camp, fashion, dance, you name it, that is you.
Tonight you look ready for a runway, high waisted black skin tight jeans, torn to shreds to show off the tattoos on your legs. A loose fitting, but still tiny white crop top. Curated accessories, belt, jewellery, a stunning handbag, but the outfit is held together by the most standout piece. 6 inch stiletto heels, metal silver, they are to die for, a prized possession, something that you have not got enough wear out of, so you are getting their money’s worth now.
You love the attention from the girls, every one of them at the party loses their mind when they see you dolled up. A full face of makeup completed your look, dark eyeliner and light everything else, you know that you look good. Your best friend hangs off your arm while you two begin to drink, you had a couple earlier while getting ready but that buzz had died off, and now you are at the host’s house, it is time for you to really start.
“Who is that?” You whisper to your best friend Hyoyeon, tilting your head slightly towards the kitchen, not wanting to draw attention to yourself, though nobody else could hear over the thumping music, “I’ve never seen him before.”
Hyoyeon discreetly glances over your shoulder while she reaches for the bottle of vodka on the table, pouring out a shot for herself and for you. She hands the glass over, and you both throw your heads back, downing the liquor and fighting back that sting.
“That’s Taeyeon’s brother,” She replies, referring to the friend of yours whose house you are at now, “Kibum, and yes, he is gay.”
You are surprised you had never seen him before, with all the socialising that you do, and that his sister Taeyeon does too, she is at every party that you are, it is a little shocking.
“Is he single?” You ask, not wanting to get ahead of yourself, which would be so easy when the man you are looking at… looks like… that, “Why don’t I know him?”
Hyoyeon laughs at first, she is able to see right through you, it is not hard to tell when you are into someone, and wow, despite only seeing him from across the room, you are into him. He has this intense aura, a completely unique style, curated and perfect in every way. He has striking features like a fox, beautiful lips, jawline, and a scar through his eyebrow that catches your attention in the best way.
“He just got back from the US,” Hyoyeon tells you, “He was studying design, so has been away for a few years, and from what I know, he’s single.”
You glance down at your outfit, suddenly a little self conscious, worried if you will impress a fashion major, or if he will judge your style. You know that you carry yourself well, and that confidence can be the key to pulling a look together, and with a few drinks down, it is even easier to put on the charismatic charm that has made you as popular as you are.
Picking up another drink, you and Hyoyeon head out to where some of the party guests are dancing. You have a better view of Kibum here, and he can see you clearly too, but you try hard not to make it too obvious that you are staring, instead making infrequent glances in his direction, hoping that he meets your gaze every time.
The first time he catches you staring, it is as if the world around you disappears, nothing existing outside of you too. An instant attraction, but you want to play a little hard to get, so you look away, back to Hyoyeon dancing in front of you and motion to her that you need another drink. There is no way you could stay composed around that man without a couple more drinks, so you line up two shots for yourself, Hyoyeon following suit because she just loves to party, and you take them both consecutively, not stopping for air between them.
When you open your eyes again, you realise that someone is next to you who wasn’t there before. You pick up the mixed drink that you poured for yourself before you turn to see who it is.
It is him.
Fuck, he looks even better close up. His skin is flawless, what the fuck is his skincare routine? Does he even have pores? Despite being extroverted, and a little drunk, you still find yourself lost for words. He smiles at you, seemingly aware of his power, the smile more like a devilish smirk, it has your knees wobbling, confidence dissipating so quickly.
“Care to dance?” He asks, holding his hand out for you, “You look like you could use it.”
Heat rushes to your cheeks, you are hypnotised, taking his hand without a second thought and following him back out to where you were dancing just before. You hear Hyoyeon laugh, calling out something about how she might find you later, before she walks away to find some other friends to hang out with. You feel privileged to be getting this attention, laughing as Kibum spins you around before bringing you in closer to him, throwing your head back as you let the music course through your veins along with the alcohol you are so recklessly consuming.
Kibum is touchy, and you so easily give in to him. He holds your wrist, and guides your hand holding your drink to your mouth. He watches you down the alcohol in one big gulp, and a fire lights behind his eyes as a few stray droplets fall down your chin and further down your neck. You lick your lips to try and catch anything that you missed, all while keeping your eyes trained on the man with one hand on your waist, the other wrapped around your wrist.
You introduced yourself at some point, but Kibum makes a point of only calling you honey rather than your name. No complaints from you though, the way that it rolls off his tongue has you forgetting that you even had a real name, happy to be only referred to this way by him forever. You place your glass down on the closest table, wanting to focus all of your attention on Kibum, both hands all over him, admiring his clothes, but mostly admiring his body. He is much the same way, seemingly unable to get enough of you, getting hot and heavy so fast.
He kisses you suddenly, hand finding purchase on the back of your neck to deepen it, tongue pressing past your lips to get a taste. You are addicted, more than you thought could be possible, needing him like oxygen, so fucking attracted. You gasp as he nips your bottom lip, only giving him access to kiss you deeper, tongue practically halfway down your throat to prove that he is just as addicted. You couldn’t care less about being at this party anymore, wanting privacy, needing to be alone with him, desire taking over your being.
“How about we take this upstairs?” Kibum murmurs in your ear, “I think I’d like you all to myself now, honey.”
As if he needed to ask, you nod between kisses, murmuring a yes please, hyung before allowing him to lead you away from the makeshift dance floor and down the hall to the staircase. You eagerly follow him, barely inches apart, both stumbling slightly both out of drunkenness and out of sheer desperation to get these fucking clothes off each other.
Once in his room, Kibum presses you up against the door at the same time that he locks it. His kisses are even deeper now, hands roaming under your crop top, the feeling is electrifying, you are moaning already and he has only grazed your skin. It doesn’t take long for him to begin working at undressing you, each item of clothing admired and removed with the utmost of care, and if he were not a fashion major you probably wouldn't have understood it, but it is intimate in a way that you can’t quite explain, and you love every second of it.
Your clothes are neatly piled up next to your shoes, leaving you completely naked while Kibum is still dressed, before he lets you take his clothes off too. You are just as gentle as he was, besotted and admiring every inch of him until you both are fully undressed. The tension is too much now, having held back for so long to sensually de-robe one another, Kibum is forceful in the way that he grabs you and drags you across the room to his bed.
“You’re such a beautiful boy,” He purrs as you lie flat on your back and he hovers over you, “I know you’re gonna feel real good to be inside of, aren’t you?”
You hadn’t discussed positions, though you know that your aura probably gives it away, you are relieved to hear that Kibum will be topping, and you thank past-you for deciding to give yourself a proper clean and prepare before coming to the party, despite the fact that you hadn’t really planned on getting laid tonight.
“Mhmm,” You nod, happily spreading your legs for him to fit in between, as he leans over to his bedside table to pull a bottle of lube out of the drawer, “I promise, you don’t need to hold back.”
Kibum opens the bottle and pours a healthy amount out onto his hand, before cheekily drizzling a little onto your hole, sending shivers up your spine and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He leans down to kiss you as his fingers swipe up and down, chuckling as you writhe under him, especially so as his index finger presses in up to the first knuckle. His fingers are long, slender, a little bulged at the knuckles, and fuck, it feels so good. You know that you need to take it slow, and he is extra gentle, but you already push back on his hand, motioning for him to add more, wanting the stretch, the burn that means you will have his cock inside you sooner rather than later.
One finger moves to two and you see stars when he curls his fingers, finding your prostate and repeatedly hitting it over and over. You can barely breathe, nails dragging down his flawless back, surely leaving red marks in their wake. You arch your back under him, wanting to feel his cock on yours, both fully hard, the friction of your skin is almost too much. Kibum moans as your dick twitches against his, grinding down on you to chase the feeling. You open your eyes mid-kiss to see him staring at you, watching intently as he stretches you out and prepares you for him.
“Fuck me,” You whine, “Please, hyung, I need it.”
Kibum chuckles as he slowly pulls his fingers from you, leaning over to his bedside drawer again, this time to grab a condom, tearing the packet with his teeth before rolling the latex down over his cock. He picks up the lube once more, pouring a healthy slathering over the condom before he moves down to kiss you again. Impatience is clear between the two of you, he wastes no more time guiding his cock to your now prepped hole, pushing in past the tip, keeping his eyes on you to make sure that you are not uncomfortable. You push back towards him, motioning with your action that you want more although you are lost for words. He does exactly that, one swift movement to thrust in the whole way, taking him in all the way.
“You feel so fucking good,” Kibum moans, “Are you doing okay?”
You nod repeatedly as he slowly pulls back to thrust into you again, this time harder, faster. Neither of you are quiet, and you are thankful that the party downstairs is so loud, as your chances of being overheard are so limited. You wrap your legs around his hips, giving him an angle to fuck you deeper, in return he moves one of your legs up so that your ankle rests on his shoulder, only taking him in deeper again. The pleasure is overwhelming, mind racing as you try to hold yourself together when Kibum takes your cock in his hand to stroke you. Your vision is blurry from both the alcohol and the orgasm building inside you with each movement of his hand, and each repetitive nudge on your prostate.
“Hyung~” You cry, “More, more, more! Wanna cum, gonna cum.”
You are babbling now, words slurred as your body threatens to give way, but with Kibum’s continued ministrations, you are sure that he is permissive. His hand grips tighter, thrusting faster, chasing his own high as much as yours. You are sure that walking will be a little difficult after this, his cock is long and girthy, stretching you out far past that of either yours or his fingers. You are close, and growing closer by the second, enamoured by the man kissing you, fucking you, stroking you, holy shit you can’t hold back any longer.
“Cum for me, honey,” He murmurs against your lips, “Show me how good I make you feel.”
With a strangled cry, you throw your head back just as you release, hot strings of cum spurt from your cock all up your stomach, so hard that you almost reach your neck. Kibum milks your cock to oversensitivity, until you are running dry and he finally lets go too. His moans escalate as he fucks into you with every ounce of effort that he can muster, reaching his orgasm in record time following yours, once he can focus on only that and not getting you there also. The repeated abuse of your prostate has your thighs shaking, whimpering and writhing under him as you take the thrusts with the submissive patience that you have learned so well.
As Kibum slows down, all that you can hear is your heavy breathing, and the bass from the music thumping downstairs. You are dizzy and overwhelmed, and you cry out breathlessly when Kibum pulls out and moves away to dispose of the filled condom. He returns to you from his ensuite bathroom with a wet towel, and he rejoins you on the bed to kiss you while he wipes your body clean, removing the drying seed all up your stomach, and the overflow of lube on your cock and your ass. He laughs as you twitch when he touches you but he is gentle and only playing around, he really is just as enamoured with you as you are with him.
“Stay here tonight,” Kibum purrs, in more of an order than an offer, “I think I might want round two in the morning.”
42 notes · View notes
0rgell · 3 months
Text
You're Covered In Red Silk Angel - Taemin Oneshot
Tumblr media
Masterlist
Pairing: Taemin (SHINee) x OC (Name: Sonja. Story is written in 2nd person)
Genre: Explicit, angst
Word Count: 11k words
Warnings: strong language, smut, bondage, light name calling, subspace
You can also find this story on: AO3
---
Summary:
You're at your best friends wedding and Taemin decided to talk to you after you've distanced yourself from him after growing feelings. One thing led to another and you find yourself in Taemin's hotel room.
Please enjoy!
---
You're Covered In Red Silk Angel
Sonja pov
You and Alma have been best friends since you were eight, at that time you had recently transferred from a different city due to your dad being in the army. You were always moving but he promised it was the last time you were moving and he assured that to you. You didn't believe him though he said that to you the last time. It was your first day and you were shy like always, not trying to make friends in fear that they would be ripped away soon, however, the ripping never came, instead, a little girl with long black hair in two French braids and big eyes came up to you and asked if she could tie your hair the same way as hers. You accepted, of course. Your mother had never been a hair stylist so the prettiest hairstyle you got was pigtails. After that day, you were always together and completely inseparable. Alma became your best friend, although, so different from appearance to personality.
As you both grew older the difference was apparent, she was tall, and curvy with brown eyes and black hair and you were short, almost scrawny in stature with blonde hair and blue eyes, even your personalities were a complete contrast she was an extreme extrovert and you were... extremely introverted.
Nevertheless, it didn't stop you from being close, she'd put up with you watching romance films, even though she'd always mutter in dissatisfaction to herself about how love is not real etc...
Fuck, she'd even listen to you ranting about the latest romance novel you read.
And you... you'd put up with the stories of her nights out. Even though to you - they were interesting because her stories were so fascinating, something that you'd never imagine doing.
It's Alma's wedding tomorrow and you've never been more on edge in your life. Not for yourself, but for her.
But she didn't seem that nervous.
Yes, maybe your crush going there might have a slight impact on your emotions but nothing that significant - or so you keep telling yourself. Taemin was one of the most beautiful men you've ever encountered, so getting to see him tomorrow is huge. Not that you haven't seen him many times. It's just that it's at Alma's wedding and you don't want to mess that up in any way shape or form.
Even though you spend most of your very little free time watching or reading romance you tend to fuck romance up completely in real life...
So you decided to never tell your best friend about the crush you have on her fiance's best friend. You had always felt guilty about it because you knew she would be over the moon to hear about your secret almost saddening pining towards her finacé best friend.
She'd always talk about the both of you having kids at the same time and living next to each other even though she has never been the romantic type. However, you always thought it was far-fetched. Any man that would fall for Alma would be extremely attractive and you weren't wrong.
Minho was extremely attractive, he was tall, and sculpted and looks like he's come out of one of your favourite dramas, although not your type, he was nevertheless undoubtedly beautiful.
The only problem with her getting with an extremely attractive man was that all his friends tend to be in the same league as him. So, that was why you've kept it a secret. Taemin was out of your league and you don't want to crush her unreachable dreams or yours...
She hadn't stopped speaking about the wedding for a whole year and a half, he proposed to her only after six months, saying that he'd never want anyone else and it was written in the stars. At first, she was hesitant but she came to love the idea over time and after just one month after the proposal they set the date of the wedding in place.
Of course, you were elated for her, but now the time was nearly here you've never been so apprehensive. You were going to be her maid of honour tomorrow which was enough for anyone to get anxious over, you were her best friend and she was also trying to set you up with one of Minho's friends Key, which you were very sure he had no clue about.
As nice as Key was, he was not someone you were interested in. Key was bold in character and undeniably gorgeous but he wasn't the one for you. His personality was too much for you and put you on edge. He was very confrontational and you prefered someone who was softer...
But even if you wanted to try dating, you've been crushing on Minho's best friend, Taemin, since they got together. You knew if you did tell her now her whole wedding would be about setting you and Taemin up together, instead of you and Key. She would claim that it was going to be the most natural thing that happened because it was her dream. You also didn't tell her because you didn't know if you could handle the rejection and the awkwardness that follows.
You have helped her pick out everything from the dress to the cake with her claiming that she's 'not romantic enough to do shit like this' you were happy about this. However, you also felt sad about it, you wanted her to be as excited about planning the wedding as you were, but even though you had tried to transfer the enthusiasm to her she just never reflected it the same as you did.
Never in a million years did you think Alma would get married before you. Not that you thought she wasn't capable of marriage, but, it's just that you were the romantic and she was somewhere along the lines of running away from anything that even glistened in romance.
After your best friend met Minho two years ago she has never been the same. Not in a bad way. She was way happier and she even stopped smoking thanks to him, and you're forever grateful to him for that because she'd always stink your flat out.
"Babe, are you even listening?!" Alma poked you in the ribs.
And you were brought back into reality, reminded that you were sitting in your own flat sat on your own red velvet sofa, "Of course," you replied quickly not wanting to get caught for spacing out. She's talked through the whole drama you were both meant to be watching.
"Ah... good! So I know you're nervous but you and Key would work so well together!" She exclaimed and got up to look at herself in the mirror above your fireplace, carefully she pulled the skin above her eyebrows and examined underneath closely looking for stray hairs.
You wondered if she was truly more scared than she let on.
She was always the one to be scared of commitment and running as soon as it came.
You nodded almost unconsciously.
You completely disagreed with her for the first time in your life.
"I mean... he's so outgoing and straight to the point I feel like he'll pull you out of your little shell... not that you need to be pulled out but I just think he'll give you some confidence."
Minho, Key, Onew and Taemin all were older than you, you don't know whether you hated it or loved it. You did always like an older man, but the power imbalance did often deter you.
"I guess." You shrugged and zoned back into the drama you were both meant to be watching.
"It's odd right?" She questioned and sapped her head back in your direction and made you turn away from the drama that you so badly wanted to watch to get away from the uncertain sinking in the pit of your stomach.
You felt like something would go wrong tomorrow. You just didn't know what.
"What is?" you asked her raising an eyebrow.
"Not being able to see each other before the wedding."
"It's just tradition." you offered simply.
"Yeah, I guess." She shrugged and you watched her give up analysing her eyebrows as she came and sat back down next to you.
You were a complete nervous wreck and all she could think about for the past hour was not sleeping with her soon-to-be husband.
"Are you nervous?" you questioned.
"I guess," she stated unsure, "but I've never liked someone so much. And I've never wanted to run from Minho's commitment so I shouldn't doubt it right?"
"I think you two will be amazing together and..." you said not finishing your sentence, trying to get a reaction out of her.
"And? And what?" She asked eagerly.
"Your kids will be so cute." You almost squealed.
She looked at you with endearment in her eyes and you'd 've never seen anything like it before, "Sonja I can't wait for you to get married. You've helped me so much with my own wedding and I'd be useless without you. I can't wait for you to have a family and be loved by someone as much as I love you."
You smiled at her thoughtful words completely overwhelmed, "me too." is all you managed to get out without crying.
You stood up and clapped, "Let's go to sleep Miss Choi to be!" you exclaimed walking towards your bedroom as she followed behind you closely.
You both cuddled up close in your queen-sized bed, routine for your sleepovers and before you went to sleep you couldn't help but think about being all dolled up in your beautiful bridesmaid dress.
~
Last night you died in your dream, you fell off the cliff into the sea and dropped onto the jagged edges of a rock at the bottom where the wedding venue will be held today. You woke up drenched in sweat and you looked over to see Alma sleeping peacefully and it made you feel content that at least one of you was sleeping calmly.
You reached over to your clock and saw it was 5:00 am, which meant you had two hours to get ready before Alma woke up to get ready, in a way it was good that you had woken up earlier because this way when she woke up you could spend your whole focus on her.
You done your morning routine washing your hair, body, face and applying an unholy amount of creams and serums and suncream - because you had a crippling fear of getting wrinkles - before deeming yourself ready to start to turn yourself into a human. You walked over to your vanity and turned on the light on your small mirror adjusting the light setting to dim, so you didn't wake up your best friend. The both of you had decided that you'd both be doing your own hair and make up, much against your protests.
It's no lie you were good at make up and hair, you've always been passionate about it and the love for it only increased when you got older, it also became your shield during high school when your hormones when into rampage blotting spots everywhere. Thankfully for you, you no longer have acne although you do still have the scars, but it's nothing make up can't hide.
You started with your eyebrows first and made sure to make them perfectly even without making them too dark from the amount of pomade, you continued placing copious amounts of eyeshadow on your lids a simple smokey eye that will undeniably complement your red bridesmaid dress. Your make up was done and you continued to glide some red lipstick on your lips finally finishing.
Next, hair this was always hard. You grabbed your heated rollers and sectioned your hair piece by piece. By the end of doing that, your arms ached like nobody's business.
~
"Alma! Stay still! I nearly poked your eye out!" you shouted in shock.
"I'm sorry, I'm bored," she whined.
You cocked your eyebrow at her completely not understanding this reaction, you were expecting her to say she was scared or nervous. Not that she was bored...
"Alm?"
"Yes?"
You tilt her head slightly to get the eyeshadow packed on her lid, "Aren't you feeling nervous today?" you finally decided to ask.
She pulls away from your grip and stays silent for a while.
As do you; waiting for her to talk.
"Well, actually I'm not nervous. I'm surprisingly calm. Maybe I'm a psychopath." she said nonchalantly.
"I think there's a very high chance that you are not a psychopath." you deadpan, "remember when that stray cat pissed on you and you cried about it?"
She pulled her hands up to her face remembering her traumatic experience.
You laughed haughty, "Yeah, no psychopath cries over that shit."
"Just finish my make up will you," she said as she hit you with the mirror she was holding.
You finish her extravagant makeup, beautiful red eyeshadow that matches your lipstick. Her lips are red as well but hers are glossy, she looks stunning.
You decided to air your thoughts, "Alma you look so beautiful! Minho will definitely cry when he sees you walking down the aisle!"
"Well if he doesn't, we'll have to do the whole wedding over again," she stated in the most profound way.
~
The ceremony has just started and you sat next to Alma's dad and Key, you wonder how proud her dad must feel. He must be overjoyed that his only daughter is getting married at the ripe age of 24. You look around the beautiful venue if you can even call it that, it's outdoors on a beautiful cliff that is so green looking over an ocean, there's a flower big flower arch on a platform that Alma and Minho are standing on looking at each other so intensely, their eyes full of love. Minho did in fact cry when he saw Alma walking down the aisle. The chairs were standard wooden chairs with red silk bowes wrapped around them. It's simplistic but at the same time beautiful.
Alma stands tall, her custom-made Luxury crystal beaded lace floral off-the-shoulder royal princess ballgown fairy wedding dress is shimmering in the sun it was almost glowing as much as she was. Her tiara is so on-brand for her as well. The hair you did for her is enchanting with the crown, she just looks like a real princess.
Tears start to pool in your eyes as they exchange rings. You've never been so happy for anyone in your life. You dab the corner of your eyes trying to not smudge the make up when Key tapped your shoulder and smiled at you softly offering you a tissue. You take it gladly and thank him in a whisper.
"Don't thank me it was Taemin." He said in a hushed tone sitting further back so you could see Taemin sitting next to him.
Taemin smiled at you and then zoned back at Minho and Alma before you could thank him. Your chest beats rapidly.
You use the tissue he gave you to dry your tears and looked back towards the ceremony trying not to think too much about his small gesture.
~
The ceremony was over and the reception was in full swing after everyone had eaten. The drinks were flowing and the DJ was playing, Minho and Alma had already had their first dance and it was the second time you had cried that day. The reception was indeed something out of a catalogue, in an old rustic barn house, warm fairy lights hung from the wooden beams and hints of red were scattered around the place, it wasn't a secret that both you and Alma loved red and her wedding definitely channels her love for the colour. There was a wooden bar in the corner that was very busy, you were lucky to have gotten to the bar first to stock up on drinks so you didn't have to go back for the rest of the night. It was a tactic that you have always done, you were never the dancing type instead you'd sit in the corner and drink to your heart's content and feel happy just watching everyone be happy.
Your eyes scanned the room and landed on Taemin, a movement to his left catches your attention. A woman in a tight royal blue dress that is cut very short and shows a lot of cleavage, not as elegant as the one you're wearing, pushes her way through the manic crowd on the dance floor toward him. You don't know her and you're pretty sure Alma doesn't either, she must be one of Minho's friends. She's pretty. She touched his shoulder with her nails first but when he doesn't notice she placed her palm on him, spoke to him. You wish you had her confidence. He looked up in marvel, confused even, and frowned. Defensively, he titled his head, and answered uncomfortably crossing his arms over his chest and he stiffened. The pretty smile fell from her face and her obvious lustful eyes switch to embarrassment, maybe. You see her hiss something in his direction before she heads back to her friends. Relieved, you exhale, not even aware that you were holding your breath at all.
Alma walks over to where you're sitting with Minho and Key. She basically picked you up off of your chair and hugged you, smushed your make up wearing face into her beautiful white dress.
"Alm your dress!" you almost shouted, eyes wide in horror as you worried about her dress.
She swayed and you could tell she was drunk already by her glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, "I'm only ever going to wear it once anyway."
You chuckle at her slurred words and hum, "Yes that's true but don't you think you'd want to keep it nice for memories?" you ask her like you would a four-year-old.
She giggled, "Key is here."
"I can see that," you said gently.
"You should talk to him."
"Not now babe," you state as you saw Key and Minho went over to greet some guests, which is what Alma would be doing if she wasn't so drunk, Minho didn't seem to mind too much though. It's almost as if he expected this and you did too.
"Alma!" Taemin exclaimed from behind you making you jump as he rested his hand on your exposed shoulder, you tried to ignore the tingles running up your spine and blamed it on the alcohol.
Alma launched herself forward into you and Taemin and wrapped her hands around the both of you, "Taeminnie! Did you like the wedding?"
How did you manage to get here, stuck between your best friend and your crush, to make it even worse your best friend wasn't letting go instead she was swaying all of you that were trapped in her strong grip.
"I did, it was perfect," he said turning to you and you swear you heard him gulp, your face got hot at the close proximity so you shifted your eyesight, he cleared his throat thoroughly, "Alma let us go, you're crushing us here," he told her and you were so happy he said something because you definitely were not. Every time he's around you tend to burrow yourself into your shell even further than normal.
"Okay," she said and reluctantly let the both of you go, "Oh! Sonja! How could I have forgotten, I'm going to have a few shots, come with me," she cried grabbing your hand and nearly dragging you onto your face at the sudden movement.
Thankfully, not so thankfully Taemin grabbed your waist and stopped you from toppling over.
His hand was warm and you could feel his fingers tightly bruising your ribs, if his hand was a little further up he could touch your breast. You didn't want to be thinking like this. It was wrong. But unfortunately, when you tried to pull your head out of the gutter, he pulled you so close to him, pressing your body against his. The thin red silk dress you were wearing left nothing for imagination, you could feel everything, even the buttons on his trousers along with other things. Your breath hitched at the close contact and you quickly turned on your heels to face him. Big mistake. Your noses were nearly touching. It was almost painful.
You both took a step back both of your eyes were wide.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes now softened into beautiful tepid pools, you wanted to look into them forever. At that moment you noticed he has black eyeliner on, not a lot, it was subtle. Very subtle, enough for nobody to notice. But you did. You noticed how his eyes were sparking, the black eyeliner his eyes that reflected the fairy lights. He had stars in his eyes and it was breathtaking.
You nodded, completely speechless.
"Just come later then... when you're feeling up to it," Alma told you and you nodded, defeated by your own vocabulary. She walked off, leaving you alone with Taemin, balancing your weight on the balls of your feet.
"You don't have to, you know that, right?" Taemin affirmed.
You nodded rashly. "I know," you confirmed. "Alm can just be... persuasive sometimes, is all."
Taemin leaned in closer a strand of his blonde hair fell into his face, "She's intense, I get it." He noted. "How come you two are friends? I'd never expect it."
Your nerves rounded up in your throat. You were scared to even speak. "I'm not even sure," you spoke truthfully.
"She's very social," Taemin started. "A friend, good friend no doubt about it, but you're just very... quiet"
"I know we're complete opposites," you explained. "She's a really good friend though and a pretty crazy one. We just get each other. We've been friends since we were 8."
Taemin looked into your eyes with his eyebrows raised slightly. "I know, she always talks about you and how long you've been friends."
You smiled softly, "I'll keep that in mind, Taemin. I hope she only says good things."
He smiled back at you, "Of course, is there anything bad to say about you, Sonja?"
You realised that you and Taemin used to be close and you've pushed him away since learning that your feelings towards him were strong, you pushed him away trying to cut off the feelings but you ended up cutting him off. You remembered when the conversations weren't such a struggle for you, when your heart didn't want to come out of your throat. Your feelings had destroyed the friendship that you'd both built. Maybe you should try to be less awkward especially since you can't seem to escape him being your best friends husband's best friend and all.
"I don't know, you tell me?" you ask teasingly, looking up into his eyes.
He looked like he's just received whiplash from your confident outburst, it indeed was the alcohol.
"I don't think anyone would say anything bad about someone so sweet." He matched your energy with his reply.
You were glad he didn't shy away because the rejection would have ruined your whole night.
"What's so sweet about me?" you asked him curiously, this wasn't an act, you actually were genuinely curious.
His breathy chuckle was like music to your ears, "Oh wouldn't you like to know."
You felt like you'd burst if he didn't tell you, you could feel yourself itching for the answer.
You needed to know.
So you grabbed your drink and took a big gulp hoping that what you were about to say wouldn't fuck you over for the rest of your life, "Please tell me, Taeminnie," it came out like a whine and you immediately crossed your arms trying to cover yourself from the embarrassment. Fuck. It wasn't supposed to sound like that.
His eyes travelled down your face to your breasts which were now more apparent with your arms pushed under them.
He gulped and looked away.
You didn't say anything, you don't think you could.
But, finally, he spoke from what felt like an eternity of silence, "Taeminnie?" he questioned before he let out a puff of air and looked back at you, "You haven't called me that in ages and now you're using it to beg for information?"
You were sure it wasn't supposed to sound so sensual, but to you it did. You could feel your stomach twist in knots.
"I didn't know you were a beggar, angel," he spoke lowly moving a strand of your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.
Your face was burning and you shouldn't have tried to tease him in the first place. You've basically thrown yourself into a match you could never win.
"I-" you tried to speak but nothing came out.
"You what?"
You felt like you were going to die.
"Should I not call you Taeminnie?" you asked almost in a whisper, looking down all of a sudden feeling extremely powerless.
"Speak up, I can't hear you." He demanded, his eyes unmoving from your stature.
You repeated yourself this time a little stronger than the last.
Amusement was whirling in his eyes and he seemed to love the effect he was having on you, you must've looked ridiculous.
Your face was hot and probably the same colour as your lipstick. But that wouldn't be as obvious due to your make up. Under his gaze, you felt small and fragile. Your hands are both tightly placed around the glass holding your alcohol and you're sure if you held it any tighter it would break.
You looked up waiting for his reply, he licked his lips, and you couldn't stop staring at them, they were so red, so full. They looked so smooth. Begging to be kissed. You wanted to kiss him.
A brash smirk took place on his lips, "I love it when you call me that, you can call me anything you want, you look beautiful tonight as well." He said this flippantly as if telling you about the weather.
If you thought your heart couldn't beat any faster you were wrong.
How could he be so composed?
"Thank you" you stammered.
"I'm going to get another drink, wanna come?" he asked you warmly, a complete contrast to how he was just talking to you.
You shifted, "No, but I'll see you around."
"Yeah, you will." he smiled.
You nodded and gave a warm smile trying to reflect his.
When he finally walked off, your heart began skipping multiple beats at a time. You turned around from where he left and took a few big gulps of your drink, the alcohol burned your throat. You closed your eyes, shaking your hands and arms to try and get yourself to calm down.
You realized your drink had been downed before you could even notice, so you quickly sat down at the table and picked up your other drink, chugging that one down too. Before you knew it, your nerves were calmer. Blame it on the alcohol, you recited.
You spoke to many people, mostly people who you went to school with. You were happy to see familiar faces but also you were bored.
Bored at your best friend's wedding.
Your eyes find Taemin as he walks in through the door that leads outside, you continue to watch as he sat down by Onew. When they were done with the first beer they proceed to the second and shortly after that to the third. You could tell by the colour of their cheeks that the drinks were affecting both of them. They laugh and become touchier. Taemin's hand is on Onew's leg ever so often and Onew taps his shoulders or cups Taemin's hand with his.
You wish you could joke with Taemin so freely.
You break your gaze and kept zoning in and out for god knows how long, until Taemin came and plopped down next to you, he was so close that you got a whiff of his scent. Your nose scrunched up in disgust.
"You have been smoking," you accuse.
Hasn't it been only two months since he quit?
You remembered Alma telling you that Minho finally succeeded in his conquest of trying to get Taemin to stop.
It all seems pointless now, well... for Minho. You know he would be upset if he did find out.
Taemin simply grinned his signature grin and drummed the pocket of his red suit jacket, faintly outlining a square lump. Your eyebrows raised in surprise and maybe a little bit in disappointment.
"I'm telling Minho." It was a threat and you meant it to sound that way - but it doesn't have an effect on him.
Instead, Taemin moved his chair right next to yours with teasing eyes, one hand on your thigh, the other snaking its way up your untied hair. You choked. Sceptical, uncertain of what to say.
His lips twitch to a mock half-smile. "You wouldn't dare," he enunciated. Then he tugged gently.
This was so androgynous. This was so public.
You'd never thought this would happen in your life, let alone at your best friend's wedding.
But when her husband's friend's tongue parted your lips, you did not feel guilty. You felt like you were on fire.
Actually, you knew she'd be happy if she were to see this. But maybe not this intense.
Kissing Taemin was like everything delicious you'd ever tasted, everything beautiful you'd ever seen, even the faint taste of cigarettes and beer tasted sweet. He was an incredible kisser, so good that you'd almost rather kiss him than stop to do anything else. You couldn't even begin to describe the feeling of his lips. Everything seemed somehow both clearer and fuzzier in your ears; the pouring rain, the distant chatter, the loud music, his deep, almost imperceptible growls. When he finally stopped kissing you, you found yourself nearly sitting on him, facing each other. You hadn't even noticed when he pulled you into his lap, because his mouth was all you could feel. This close to him, you had to remind yourself to breathe.
Your breath was short-lived because his lips hungrily crashed back into yours.
When his hand moved toward your centre and teased it, you do not beg him to stop. Instead, you moaned into his mouth as if to goad him to pull at your hair as if to beg him not to stop - and when you succeed, you tugged at his waistband, needily.
"Easy there." he joked into your mouth.
At that moment you were pulled back into reality.
You pulled away from his lips and looked around seeing Minho's burning gaze on you both.
He wasn't looking at you though, he was looking at Taemin, a proud smile on his face and thumbs up.
Your heart sank and all of a sudden your heart wasn't racing with arousal instead it was pounding with panic, dread.
You let yourself look at Taemin and he was putting his thumb up to Minho with his hand that was just placed on your thigh, they shared a familiar look that meant something but was a secret to you. What did this mean? Taemin looked extremely accomplished with himself and he was beaming from ear to ear. He looked so cute. But you couldn't stop the negative thoughts from drowning you. Was this all just a game, why did Minho look so proud? Why did Taemin look so proud? Something felt off. This little secret they have, you didn't like it.
Cautious, you unlaced his fingers from your hair and stood. He looked at you with a confused look. You felt confused. Why did he look confused?
"What's wrong angel?" he asked concern laced his voice.
The nickname angel got your heart going again.
"We- we shouldn't do this."
"We can go back to the hotel if you want?" he asked calmly even though you could see the betrayal in his eyes.
"No," you stated harsher than you wanted to.
That was when his face broke, you saw tears well up in his eyes, but they never fell. Why did he look like he wanted to cry? Your head was spinning.
He put his head down and cleared his throat, and reached out for your hand which you allowed him to take, "I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I'm really sorry." you could hear the guilt in his voice, the weaver in his voice and it made your heart clench.
"I never said I was uncomfortable," you offered trying to calm him a little, "I just have no plan in being your toy."
"Toy!?" he asked shocked, head snapping up with wide eyes.
"Yes, I don't want to be your toy Taemin, I don't want to be a part of whatever you and Minho are scheming. There are lots of pretty girls here why don't you try it on with them." you chastised him and grabbed your drink and took your hand out of his grip chugging it down.
Your blood was boiling and you could only see red.
You were in no state of mind to communicate with him.
A mock scoff of disbelief fell from his lips. Your arm was now in his tight grip as he manhandled you out of the reception and dragged you outside.
It was cold and your dress didn't add any insolation. Your hard nipples were unmissable and a string of profanities left your lips, as you scolded yourself for not wearing a bra.
You yanked your arm out of his grip and looked at him in disbelief, to which he had the audacity to return the look.
He was a sight to see, his hair messy from you touching it. He was panting, lips swollen and he was angry. It was hot.
It was also raining and you were cold and angry, you didn't feel the cold though.
"Why would I ever make you my toy?" he asked you fiercely.
You're not good enough to even be my toy.
At first, you're taken back but then you were hurt, you liked him and he just stated that.
"Why did you kiss me then!" you fumed.
"Because I can, and I thought you were into it too."
"I was until I saw you and Minho giving each other a thumbs up!" you narrowed your eyes at him, "I'm not a pawn in your chess game!" you barked throwing your hands up in the air.
He grabbed both of your arms and looked at you almost amused, "Were you dropped on your head?" he blurts.
That was it!
You writhed in his grip trying to get away from him, as you struggled your pulse only rose higher.
"Taemin let me go!" you barked, "I swear you won't be having kids in the future if you don't let me go!" you threatened him.
"You're not part of any game!" he shouted making you freeze.
"What?"
"Why did you think I'd ever do that to you? Why did you ever think I would be as cruel to do that? Is that how you see me?"
You dismiss his questions, "What's the thumbs up thing for... then?" you questioned cautiously.
"He was happy for me..." he avoided your eye contact now, however, your arms were still being held by his hand, he lowered them so they were directly in front of you, "I've liked you for a while, but I'm not perfect. I lust just like any other guy; I give rein to that lust whenever I choose. But in the two years that we've known each other I have fallen hard for you, I had to come to terms with that on days and nights when I couldn't stop thinking about you. I stopped indulging in my lust because it just wasn't you. On lonely nights, I wondered when I would see you next and took comfort from the warmth of cigarettes that would engulf me in smoke or the comfort of my room. Minho forewarned me a long time ago when I told him that I liked you "Not her, Taemin," he said "I don't want her to feel awkward because of you. You'll just break her heart." I hated that, but, I did as he said. Stop liking her, stop thinking about her, it can't be her, I'd plead in the dark that I wouldn't cross the line. I failed tonight. Every time I saw you my feelings grew stronger. But then... you suddenly distanced yourself from me right when I told Minho I was going to ask you on a date, he agreed because he saw that I really did like you and it wasn't lust...he probably felt sorry for me. And I thought you hated me. I thought I'd done something wrong."
You stared at him for a while trying to process what he just said, how could that be true. He liked me, the Lee Taemin liked me. You suddenly felt bad, you had distanced yourself from him. And he thought you hated him. You could have been together now if you didn't do that. God, you felt so stupid.
He had just poured his heart out to you but you can't speak. Instead of speaking, you stare at him, the way his eyes were glassy the way his breaths were still uneven the way his caramel skin looked under the flood light.
"Taemin, I could never hate you. I distanced myself because I was falling too hard and-"
You were cut off by his lips bruising yours. This kiss was different from the first one it was desperate, passionate and full of all the unsaid feelings the both of you had.
You stop him for a second, "Easy there, shouldn't we go back to the hotel?"
It didn't take him long to agree and before you knew it you were kissing and pressing up against each other in the taxi.
~
Your hotel rooms were the same but you both decided in very few words that you would both go to Taemin's.
As soon as you opened the hotel door he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his torso as he shoved you up against the wall. His hands were on your arse squeezing it tightly and you were on fire.
You don't remember the last time you were this turned on.
Your hands were tangled in his hair pulling it gently and he kissed you with so much passion as if he didn't kiss you he might die. He pressed his forehead on yours and smiled and wetted his lips, he used one of his hands to pull your head back by your hair and you yelped. His wet lips trailed down the column of your throat, sucking, kissing and licking. You knew you'd have bruises there tomorrow but right now you didn't care you relished in it. The room was full of soft whimpers and heavy panting.
He seemed to enjoy your whimpers as you could feel him smirk on your neck as he licked a strip down it.
He gently placed you down and pulled you close with his arms that trailed down your shoulders to your arms and he placed them both behind your back and leaning into you. You were both so close you could feel his hard cock pressing against your stomach.
"Do you want to play, angel?"
Your mind was fuzzy and you felt that if he didn't touch you soon you would lose your mind so you just nodded quickly.
"Use your words, angel," he demanded which made your core throb around nothing, the way he sounded so dominating was what started all of this at the wedding, his tone made you weak at the knees.
"Yes," you basically panted.
He smiled at you almost endearingly before his eyes darkened full of lust, "Good girl, go sit on the bed then."
You wasted no time you were thrilled and pathetically wet, so wet you could feel it down your legs.
You had heard some things about Taemin and his bedroom antics from Alma, you knew he was good in bed and you had imagined it more than you should have, his mannerisms were always so overtly sexual, the way he'd lick his lips or how he'd take a drag from his cigarette while holding intense eye contact with you. Maybe you just thought they were sexual because his mannerisms became more apparent when Alma told you about some of his 'hobbies'. You'd imagine him nude, in the act his toned body glistening with sweat. You wondered if he would be the sort who liked hurting women, or did he secretly harbour a desire to be dominated and dominate? Was he a switch? The images in your mind multiplied along with a cinemascope-worthy screen of disturbing, pornographic visuals. The desire to taste him, to see his cock and feel it inside you multiplied and you pressed your legs together tightly, you needed to feel some friction. What is taking him so long?
Taemin walked into the bedroom with no expression on his face.
"Why so long? What were-"
"Strip." He interrupted with little regard for what you were saying. He had an elaborate box in his hands and a bundle of red silk was spilling out.
"I... uh-" The words fizzled like ash in your mouth. "Taemin this is..."
Unexpected. Hot everything you had ever fantasised about.
He set the box down at the foot of the bed and a cold and intense look was on his face with no trace of his previous amusement to be found it was like a switch had flipped in him.
" Strip." He repeated, leaving no room for argument. "Unless you've changed your mind and want to leave."
The two of you stare at each other for a long moment, him waiting less than patiently and you trying to make up your mind, you really didn't know what you were getting yourself into.
You kicked off your heels before untying your dress and sliding it all the way down so that it pooled on the floor around your legs.
"What about safe words?" You asked him cautiously. You had never done anything like this, you'd fantasised about it more times than you can count on both hands but now the opportunity was in front of you, you were a little intimidated.
"I don't use safe words. If you ask me to stop, we stop completely. I don't like indecision. If you want to fuck me we're doing it my way or we're not doing it. I have no intention of treating you nicely... If you want someone to hold your hand and call you princess, I'm not the man for you. Otherwise, shut the fuck up or I'll gag you."
You obediently kept your mouth shut and surprisingly the way he just spoke to you only turned you on even more if that was possible.
"I was getting to the important part." He informed and stepped toward you with the spiral of red silk in his hands from the box. "I should have realized how much of an impatient brat you'd be. This takes time to get set up, be patient." He chided.
Taemin rested the pile of silk around your shoulders as he slides large and agile fingers down your sides until they hit the waistband of your thong. The tiny piece of fabric was pulled down your thighs, making you swallow hard, and you carefully stepped out of them.
Now you were completely naked, the situation was turning you on even more than before. You wouldn't have exactly pegged Taemin for a dom before now, at least not a dom this dominating, but it was an amazing surprise. Especially because he seemed to be ignoring you though you were practically begging him with your eyes to kiss you, to touch you, to do something.
But once you were undressed, he took the silk from around your shoulders and nodded toward the bed.
"Get up on the bed. Stay tuned so your back is facing me and kneel."
The bed looked comfortable and you weren't against being tied up or thrown around. Sure, whatever.
"Where did you get this?" You interrogated about the silk ropes.
Taemin chuckled, startling you. " Didn't I tell you to stop talking? Just shut up and you'll receive an incredible lay. God, this is why I don't fuck brats ."
Well, you didn't doubt that. But you did hope that this wasn't going to be the last time the two of you were intimate.
"Who brings this shit to weddings?" you muttered to yourself under your breath.
"I told you to stop talking," He scoffed, sidling up so close behind you that you can feel the warmth of his chest against your skin. He took your arms together in one hand and brought them behind your back. The silk was cool and gentle against your skin but you can feel its strength when he started wrapping it around your wrists. He spun the red silk around your hands and body intricately that was so not appropriate for a wedding you started to really wonder why he had brung such things.
You could tell by the way he was tying you that he was used to this, like muscle memory for him. You felt slightly jealous about all the other people who got to have Taemin this way so you pushed the feeling away and just let him continue tying you up.
He was entirely focused now, thin fingers moving deftly to tie and looped the rope around your wrists restricting them the same way handcuffs would and arms in a beautiful pattern you can't see but can feel.
The silk must be expensive due to the strength part of you thinks that using silk like this must be classed as some sort of art.
"Ah." Taemin sighed as he tied a knot particularly tight just between your shoulder blades. He looped the red silk around your neck and under your armpit before meeting it back in the middle and duplicating the same pattern on the other side of your chest. His fingers ghosted over your breasts without actually touching them and you find yourself growing impatient once again.
He steps away from you, taking in the patterns he had made and he sighed contently, "You look like you're gift wrapped just for me."
You can't see him but you wish you could, as if he could read your mind he flipped you over onto your back with your arms under you. The way he looked at you drove you crazy. He looked like he wanted to demolish you, destroy you and you'd let him. His fingers danced along your legs tracing circles and patterns, you squirmed under him, you were completely helpless; but you loved it. The goosebumps followed his touch.
Maybe you were mentally sick for wanting to be tied up and destroyed, maybe he was the one that was mentally sick for wanting to do this, it felt so perverted but you were thrilled by it, you could feel the adrenaline and blood flowing around your body, and he was just teasing you.
"You'll dive me crazy, you know that right?" he asked but you didn't answer you didn't know if you should. It seemed like he was talking more to himself than he was you.
He brought his finger up toward your neck and painfully continued dragging it along your body missing all of your intimate places. How long would he tease you for? You tried your hardest to stay still and stay quiet hoping it would speed up the process and it did. He started sucking on the skin below your jaw, and you were shuddering, the next kiss, trailed behind the other. He got to your thighs and the kisses became, open mouthed, lingering, leaving behind small rings of saliva on your already overheated skin.
The closer he got to your heat, the more time he spent sucking marks onto your skin one after the other, the first is up one thigh and down the other, your skin was slightly stinging from all the sucking and biting, but in a tingly almost euphoric way. He's teasing you like he didn't already know you were having a hard time, every time he got close to the place you wanted him to be he hummed in satisfaction pressing his lips harshly into your already wet legs licking and sucking harder.
Every time you felt him get closer to where he needed to be, he'd move away moving his attention to your stomach or the tops of your breasts, you closed your eyes for a while, allowing the feeling of frustration to pass, and trying to let things calm down before he'd continue to tease. When that happened, it got increasingly harder to get to the point where you felt like he's close - it was excruciatingly slow and annoying, and you wanted nothing more than for him to cover you with his cum, which he could do.
The two last times, tears formed in your eyes, one escaping from the very corner and rolling down the side of your face, hot with excitement, desperate. You wanted him so bad, but now, you just wanted to finally be touched as you felt tears pricking your eyes again. It's not because your feelings were hurt—it was because it was so fucking much and you were too weak to take it. You already felt so fucked out, yet he hadn't even touched your cunt.
A whine escaped your lips, and he bit his in return.
"What is it?" he asked so sweetly, acting like he couldn't see that you were falling apart.
Your cunt throbbed. Unsatisfied, your clit still begging to be touched from Taemin's teasing. Your long hair is sticking to the sides of your face and neck, body covered with sweat after being teased for so long without being touched. Your nerves were getting the best of you, your body is twitching and you were so fucking sensitive to his touch and him? He was still fully clothed.
"Please," you plead for the first time tonight, unable to take any more. You would explode, your tired, exhausted even, and your pussy is clenching around nothing. It was too fucking much for you, even though you wanted to do your best for him. "Please..."
"Please what angel?" His smirk gave off just how much he was enjoying this new side of you.
You'd plead whenever if that's what he needed to hear.
"Please, let me come, fuck me just... please touch me" you asked with a gulp, realizing how desperate you were. You felt tears in your eyes again, you were never one to cry from just being teased but it was too much, the man you had been pining over for nearly two long years is finally touching you,"Please, I need it, it hurts..."
"You sound so good begging for me angel," he told you as he raised his hand to your thoat gently squeezing it before using his other hand to slowly tease around your heat before finally circling around your clit, you moaned in satisfaction and the muted sound of his gritted teeth and a deep groan taking birth in the pit of his stomach and riding through his lungs up to his throat was a sound you never expected to hear from him just touching you. It was the sexiest thing a man could ever do.
A loud moan escaped your lips as he wrapped his hands around your ankles and lifted your knees over his shoulders, the position was uncomfortable and the silk restricting you only broke you down further but now his face was two inches away from your dripping core. You could feel his breath on your clit. He kept a firm grip on your thighs so you couldn't use your legs to drag him in, though you tried.
"Beg, angel," he demanded you.
"Taemin please!" you said wriggling under him.
You were crying out loud suddenly, as he sucked on your clit, tracing the outside of your slick hole with his fingers. He tortured you, dipping his finger into your slit just barely enough for you to feel, circling the very outer rim. It made the craving to have something inside you stronger than you had ever known. Your empty walls clenched around nothing, making you whine.
"Please..." you whimpered. Mind was blank, overwhelmed with desire.
"What. do. you. want?" Taemin asked, punctuating each word with a lick to the most sensitive part of your body. You twisted on his shoulders, and he lifted his hand up to your throat once again. He started flicking his tongue and you squealed, so close to coming that you were panting he continued choking you and playing misatrations on your clit until you saw stars. The coil in your stomach was building up so tight your whole body was on fire.
"Taemin..." you moaned out finally getting close to your release.
He didn't reply instead he just hummed on your clit and that made you lose it, you broke.
"S-shit..." you moaned. It became immediately apparent that the silk, still had a purpose because this position was by no means comfortable and only tightened as you writhed under him with your arms restrained behind you.
He lapped at your clit again and again, slowly teasing your pussy open with a single finger at the same time. He curled the finger inside of you. Finally , you got the relief you've been wanting and Taemin focused only on sucking your clit. When he added a second finger slowly, you gasped. Your climax came crashing in on you and he continued riding you out on your high whispering soft praises until you were convulsing.
Then he stopped.
He released his grip around your airways and you sucked in a much needed shakey breath. It's already made you lightheaded and utterly dizzy with want. You'd entered subspace already which you can only assume was his plan all along. That was the most intense orgasm of your life.
"Good girl." he praised you.
You looked up at him with starry eyes as he got undressed in front of you, you were made breathless by the body you saw. He was perfectly tanned, defined, graceful and deceptively powerful. You wanted to slide your hands over his chest, his back, and down his arms but you were tied up so instead you were just marveling at the Adonis in front of you. The desire on his beautiful face made you want him more than anything in the world. You had never seen a man look so beautiful naked. His dick is hard and erect precum glistening at the head.
Fuck.
The bed shifts as he moved to flip you over so that you were left to balance a little uncomfortably with your face smashed into the bed with your arms tied behind your back. Likely noticing that, Taemin grabbed your leg under the knee and pushed up until you shift along with the movement and rest more of your weight on your knees instead.
Taemin continued to stroke your clit from behind with his fingers gently, occasionally inserting a digit inside and made you gasp arching your back.
He chuckled. "You're so wet, shall I reward you?" He hovered over you and, lined himself up to enter you. You nodded frantically. Yes. You form the words in my mouth but they don't escape—because when Taemin penetrated you, you could only moan in pleasure. He grabbed at the silk on your back and used it to thrust into you strongly at that point he was holding you up.
He grunted deeply pulling back and slammed into you, "My little toy."
You were so far into subspace at this moment the words just turned you on even more you moaned in response.
"Are you mine?" he questioned as he continued with his bruising pace. You knew you would feel so broken tomorrow but in that moment it didn't matter.
You didn't answer you didn't think you could until he grabbed a first full of your hair and made you face him, "You're my little slut, okay?" he was a beautiful man spitting ugly words.
"Yes, I am" you moaned
"Are you mine?" Taemin asked, his was voice leaking with sin that made you comply.
"Yes."
Satisfied, he continued more softly. It was almost unbearably good. Every second that he was inside of you felt like a mini orgasm. Something about his entire being was turning you on to the point of weakness. You didn't know what to do with yourself, completely overwhelmed by him... but he knew what to do. He spoke softly into your ear, telling you how good you feel, fucking you with deep, disciplined strokes. His whole body rolls as he drove into you, rippling like a snake.
"You feel so good. Fuck your so tight." He groaned.
You became a babbling mess and you were pretty sure some dribble had seeped out of your mouth.
He knew the perfect pace. He knew what to do with his hands. He knew what to say. Everything that sent you off a cliff and into an explosive orgasm, Taemin had already memorized. You only guide him with the way you moaned, and he understood when to start and stop.
You just shook and came on him over and over, overwhelmed with his beauty, his strength, his attentiveness to your every moan and sigh. Time didn't exist as he played inside of you. He loved the way you were reacting to him as he told you.
Taemin wrapped a hand around your neck again and started to apply pressure, you almost black out, but, he loosened his grip so you could come back, then tightened it again. You saw the reflection of the two of you in the dresser mirror, that you had just noticed, you getting destroyed by this unreal man, and you never wanted to forget it.
"You take me so well," he praised.
Taemin changed his angle and he made sure you felt the entire length of him against your walls and punctuates it with quick, short thrusts aimed right at your g-spot.
"You look so beautiful fucked out angel."
This time instead of getting dark, you came so hard your body shook like you were having a seizure. Taemin must've gotten off hard on that, absolutely filling you up with his cum, growling so much it sounded like you was being fucked by an animal and he collapsed on you.
It was several minutes of the two of you catching your breath, not moving, until Taemin shakily lifted himself up and out of you, flopping down beside you with a groan. "Are you okay, angel?" he asked softly.
You looked up at him, he looked beautiful sweat glistening on his tanned skin, hair slightly damp and his cheeks were slightly red. You felt so broken, you couldn't reply but you also felt euphoric.
He got up and left the room, you wanted him to stay with you. However you didn't say anything too embarrassed, and in the state you were in you didn't think you could handle the rejection if he said no.
"Shall we clean you up angel?" He asked voice layered in honey, a complete contrast to the dirty, sinful words he was using when he was just fucking you.
You felt the warmth of a towel between your legs and you completely relaxed he continued to your face and looked into your eyes, his longing eyes brought all sorts of emotions bubbling up. You wanted to hug him you wanted to be close to him.
He placed the wet flannel down and took his time untying you and offered you soft words of affirmation. Once the silk was off you completely collapsed into the bed, he massaged the feeling back into your tired body. Taemin's hands were, nimble and firm, you felt so relaxed and melted right into him.
He pulled you under the cover with him and placed your head onto his chest, you could hear his heart pounding the same as yours. His fingers dragged over your back tracing shapes. You looked up at him, his body was lean but muscular, his skin was strikingly golden. He was perfect. And his messy hair and smeared eyeliner, done nothing to dull this impression.
"Can you kiss me?" you asked shyly.
He does nothing but tilted your head even further so he could have access to your lips. The kiss was soft, slow and felt meaningful.
When he broke the kiss off you almost whined not wanting to be far from him, although you were literally laid on top on him, he peppered kisses over all of your face and you smiled under him feeling a warmth in your chest.
"You did so well, go to sleep, angel." is all he said.
~
When you woke up you had shifted from how you went to sleep, you were on your side and Taemin was spooning you. You turned slowly feeling the ache all over and looked at him, he was still asleep. How did someone so sinful look so peaceful while sleeping. You lifted your hand carefully and traced his plump lips until you felt his lip twitch. You quickly tried to bring your hand back to your side but he grabbed it and smiled at you.
"Morning, angel," His voice was deep and groggy.
"M-morning."
"Why were you touching my lips?" he asked pressing you.
"I-" you started but he cut you off with a soft peck. You wondered if this was how he treated all the girls he slept with or were you receiving special treatment.
"You can."
You looked at him with wide eyes, "what?"
"You can touch my face, if you want to."
So you did, hesitantly.
You traced his whole face from his jaw to his nose to his lips.
When you stopped you felt embarrassed so you were quick to get up not letting your aching body stop you, "I'm going to have a shower."
Taemin got up with you, "I'm coming too."
You choked on air, shocked at his boldness, "Okay."
~
The shower was warm on your sore joints and Taemin behind you was rubbing shower gel all over your body, he pulled you into a hug and you could feel his hard member pressed up against you back yet he chose to do nothing about it.
You both had finished washing your bodies and Taemin was still hard...
You looked up at him with curious eyes.
"What?" he laughed, "you look so cute like that."
Well that wasn't what you were going for so instead of giving him an answer you dropped to your knees in the shower and wrapped your hand around his thick base and slowly pull up to the tip of his long length, you looked up to see Taemin's head thrown back as a sharp hiss left his mouth.
You moved slowly using your hand to glide the skin up and down squeezing in places when you knew it felt good, your lips are so close to the tip so you blowed triggering a reaction from him. Just then you felt like you were in control. You were wrong.
You looked up at Taemin who now had his hand in your hair.
"Angel don't tease me." he apprised.
It was a warning but you didn't listen. You hummed in content trying to tease him more and taken his cock in your mouth, looking up at him innocently as you swearled your tongue around the head of his cock, carefully licking his slit and gently massaged his balls.
A guttural sound came from his throat. "Stop it or I'll fuck your face." he scolded and became impatient, a prominent vein showing on the column of his throat shown his strain.
You took him all the way down and up before releasing him with a pop, "Maybe that's what I want." you stated boldly and looked back down at his cock and blowing on it again.
"Look at me."
So you did.
"Okay, if that's what you want."
No further questions were asked and the room was filled with groans, grunts and gagging.
~
You got changed quickly into some of Taemin's clothes that he offered you and told Taemin that you would meet him down at breakfast, in desperate need of finding Alma. The outfit was big and didn't fit you in anyway shape or form but you liked it. The clothes smelt like him.
Everyone from the wedding was in the dining room all chatting and laughing on separate tables, you scouted the room and spotted Alma hastily taking a seat next to her.
She was sat opposite to Minho who had a space empty next to him you assumed it would be Taemin's spot.
You took a sip of water. Alma probably thought that you were only thirsty, but the truth was you were washing away Taemin's taste in your mouth.
"Are you okay?" she asked and you choked.
"Yep. Fine," you lied.
Alma looked at you intently. "You slept with him, didn't you?"
She stared at you with wide, excited eyes. "Oh babe do you like him? You should tell him!" She slapped your hand repeatedly.
"I did and I also did tell him I liked him." you stirred the ice around in your glass with a straw, "wait how did you know we slept together?" you interrogated.
"Oh you know... my husband is the biggest gossip." she said casually.
You looked at Minho with wide eyes in shock that he would betray you like that and he simply held his hands up in his defense.
"What did he say? Does he like you too?" Alma's eyes glistened with anticipation.
You were shocked that Minho hadn't told her about Taemin's feelings.
"I mean... he did say he's liked me for a long time."
"What are you two ladies talking about?"
Taemin suddenly walked in the dining hall, sitting on the chair beside Minho across from you.
Alma hit you under the table a few times probably trying to contain her excitement.
"I'm sorry for being late," he said sweetly. Minho pretended to get mad at first, but seeing his puppy-dog eyes convinced him to drop it.
"Nothing that concerns you Lee Taemin. Are you stupid? It's clear what we are talking about! Your best friend has a loose mouth! Why didn't you tell me you liked Sonja?" Alma rambled.
Taemin looked at you and smirked before speaking, "your husband told me to stay away from her."
Alma's mouth dropped, "I want a divorce!"
You laughed so hard your stomach hurt and Minho looked scared, "she's just joking" you reassured, "I think..."
~
Alma and Minho didn't get a divorce.
And for you? Well Taemin took you on two dates and asked you to be his girlfriend. He proposed to you after four months.
And now it's been one year and your wedding is tomorrow.
THE END
---
Thank you for reading, this was really fun to write and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Have a good day or night!
7 notes · View notes
nanawritesit · 2 years
Text
yall 😀
i kinda wanna write a key smut inspired by gasoline 💀
like-
Tumblr media
he’s just so hot and
Tumblr media
powerful and like
Tumblr media
he has so much potential
Tumblr media
you see it too right? you HAVE to!
Tumblr media
the things i would do for this man i swear to god, i am powerless against him. his visuals are out of this world
Tumblr media
call me toxic, call me basic, call me weird, call me a worthless hetero, call me whatever you want to but you can’t call me wrong
Tumblr media
I AM ON MY KNEES AS WE SPEAK
….
thoughts???
Love, Nana <3
100 notes · View notes
gayashawol · 1 year
Text
i did a random drabble on wattpad and i don’t know if i should continue or delete it since not a lot of my followers are shawols
a/n: just to keep in mind, reader is imagined as a black man for- *coughs* obvious reasons- *coughs*
Standing right in front of me are 5 most sexiest men in the world — so much that I could feel my eyes melting like somebody was chopping up onions.
All of which had such sexy butts that wiggles every time they walk — all except one, Jonghyun. Instead, he has gigantic boobies that would be able to feed a whole population of infants. They are also pretty sexy too.
There lays a crying sexy man looking at Jonghyun in hopes he could feed him. He walks over to the elder man and turns his teary eyes into a cutesy pout that would be convincing enough to let him budge.
"Hyung, can I have milk?" He asked Jonghyun. His name is Taemin. He was then lifted up with his tiny body and went on his hip. He walked over to an unoccupied bench in which he pulls out a blanket to cover the both of them before he pulls up his shirt and pulls him close, almost like a warm embrace, allowing Taemin to have access to his nipple.
The younger then closes his eyes and begins sucking on the elder's nipple. The others glances at him out of awe. He had just finished his milk 30 minutes ago and he's still hungry. Minho patted his head, with Jonghyun politely asking him to stop — tucking the blanket even tighter around them.
Taemin loved the feeling of being breastfed by Jonghyun. The warm, fresh milk was much better than that store-bought garbage Key got him. He couldn't even finish a cup due to how horrible it was. Plus, he got to cuddle his hyung and have quality time with him in which he never gets much of. Ever since he had found work, it had seemed as if he didn't want to play with him anymore when he was just tired. After all, you can't blame him since he's just a baby.
Meanwhile, Y/N is confused as to why those sexy men are acting so weird. Since it has got nothing to do with him, he just walked away like nothing has happened.
13 notes · View notes
xotaemintol · 15 days
Text
5HINee MOST LIKELY TO (NSFW)
Tumblr media
Writers block is beating my ass rn, I have requests that I can't finish and prompts I want to do but can't, so till it passes l'II at least post things like this to stay active.
PRONOUNS USED: None//fem implied
TWS: Sub!idol, Dom!idol, sub!reader, dom!reader,overstimulation, pet play, oral (m/f receiving), pegging, daddy/mommy kink, bondage, S&M, cuckhold, and dirty talk.
MINHO 9.8/10
Despite being the jealous type he enjoys watching, he mostly likes watching you getting eaten out rather than you fucking someone else, something about seeing one of the members head between your thighs and your eyes rolling back always makes him so excited.
He first tried this with Kibum, you were tied up to the bed frame and blindfolded, your legs were wide opened and you were completely exposed to the two men as you wiggled around and waited for their next move. You weren't expecting to feel a mouth against you and you especially weren't expecting for it to be Kibums, but you weren't against it. The messy sounds of Kibum eating you out made Minho feel so turned on, the way your body spasmed and how your legs trembled made Minho wonder how long you wanted to do something like this, your begging and whining making his breathing heavier and his body hotter.
"…Oh god!" You had screamed so loudly, struggling against the restrictions of the handcuffs that dug into your wrists as you tried to escape the pleasures of Kibums tongue. You could feel Minho's eyes on you as Kibum ate you out, the feeling made you feel so dirty but so pleased. "Does it feel good baby? Is he pleasing you?" You nodded at Minho's question, desperately wanting to look at him as you answered.
TAEMIN 8.3/10
While he usually portrays a more possessive and jealous persona, Taemin loves it when you punish him by doing something like this, he's a slut for all things lustful in life and the filthier the better. He's full game to watch you get on your knees and let one of his members fuck your face, and matter of fact, he likes it even more when you tell him to touch himself while he watches.
It first started with Jonghyun, Taemin had been a brat for days now and you kept letting him get away with it but you were fed up and decided that you'd need to show him that if he didn't behave then he wouldn't get his way. You had pulled Jonghyun's hand leading him into your bedroom with Taemin sitting on the bed, telling him to sit there and look pretty as Taemin sat anxiously biting his lip as he watched. The way your hips looked as you rolled them against Jonghyun made the slight erection in his pants grow faster than what he'd like to admit, he watched with heavy eyes as you slowly undressed him and kissed all over his neck and shoulders, pressing your butt against his crotch and glancing back at him with sharp eyes. Taemins whole body felt hot and when Jonghyun started to touch you too, he was dying to join, but the moment he stood up you told him to sit back down and watch, so he did.
The way you slowly got on your knees and removed the last of Jonghyun's clothes made Taemin's hands sweat, even seeing your pretty lips wrap around the head of his dick made him whimper as if he could feel it himself. And the way Jonghyun grabbed your hair and began guiding your head left him shamelessly touching himself as he waited for his turn.
JONGHYUN 7.1/10
He was a little more hesitant but when he thought more about it he decided to give it a try and now, he doesn't mind seeing you being kissed or groped by someone else, especially when it's one of the members.
The first time he tried it was with Taemin, the three of you were sat on his couch and Taemin's hand was in your shirt as he kissed you. But Jonghyun didn't just sit and watch, he'd rather play too, so as Taemin's tongue went inside of your mouth he kissed the side of your neck, the way you moaned into Tamins mouth and put your hand in his hair made him bite his lip. He stopped for a moment to watch a little more, encouraging Taemin not to hold back as you lean in closer. The moment Taemin stopped holding back you were sitting on his lap, his hands all over your body as he kissed you till your lips were sore and your underwear was soaked, for a moment Jonghyun thought about letting you have them both, the way you gripped Taemin's shoulders told him how much you were enjoying yourself and as he was opening up to the idea.
When you had both slipped off your pants Jonghyun positioned you so that Taemin was behind you and that you were on top of him, the three of you playfully grinding against each other as Taemin kissed the back of your neck, the tension was getting heavier and it was becoming clearer that the night would end with both of them inside of you.
KIBUM 7/10
I know I'm rating him lower, but I think he's just as into it as Jonghyun actually. He enjoys when you tie him up to a chair and force him to watch you ride one of them, he didn't expect to enjoy it at first but being completely stripped naked and forced to watch makes him so painfully horny.
Jinki was happy to fill the spot of a third, you had come to him about it with Kibum and you were originally asking for advice on if it was a good idea or not, neither of you expected for him to volunteer to try it with you but you were both happy to accept. So you led both the men to your bedroom and with the help of Jinki, after stripping Kibum down you tied him to the bed and kissed him. For a while you and Jink were only playfully touching, slowly building up before you got on your knees and started to suck his dick, reacting right away Jink threw his head back and cursed softly, his eyes closed as he put his hand in your head and forced your head down. Kibum watched with his cock twitching between his thighs, biting his lip so hard that it was turning red, he wanted to touch you so bad and the sound of Jinki's voice as he praised you made that desire worse. It didn't take too long for him to be squirming against the restraints, the way you looked at him and degraded him made him whine.
"Please.." As Kibum watched Jinki bend you over on the bed beside him his desperation became too much, his needy expression was so pretty and as Jinki pressed himself against you with his hands holding your hips in place you giggled, reaching and touching Kibums thigh gently. you had decided that this was enough torture for now.
JINKI 5.1/10
If it pleases you then he'll allow it, but he'll only allow so much, surprisingly he's a lot more possessive than he looks, rather, he just doesn't like the idea of sharing as much, but if it's what you really want then he'll do it.
He had let you pick and your choice was Minho, he expected it and didn't ask why, he just agreed. His eyes watched carefully, he sat back with his legs spread. He was still fully dressed as the two of you hungrily kissed, he paid close attention to the way your hands explored Minho's body and nodded his head every time you looked at him for approval when you wanted to explore more. When Minho had led you to get on your knees you looked back at your husband, biting your lip as you pleaded with your eyes for a yes, of course, he let you, telling you that you didn't have to ask if it was what you wanted and telling you to make sure you did a good job for him.The way he spoke to you made sucking Minho's dick so much more exciting, you could feel him watching you as you slowly licked up the shaft of his cock and put your hands on his muscular thighs, the feeling made you unbelievably wet, and as you felt yourself becoming more excited you stopped and asked him for permission.
"I've let you do enough haven't I?" But he didn't let you suffer for long, instructing you to get on the bed he gets behind you as Minho gets in front of you. The feeling of Jinki fucking you as Minho pulled your hair and fucked your face made your whole body tremble."This was what you wanted?" As Jinki leaned down to your ear your walls throbbed around him, clamping onto him tightly as your moans are muffled by Minho's cock. "Do you like being fucked like a dirty slut baby? Does my pretty girl like being fucked from both ends like this?"
Most likely to be Whiny During Sex
TAEMIN 20/10
Pegging
It doesn't matter what role he's playing, a sub, bratty sub, power sub, soft dom, service dom, whatever the role he plays he's always so whiny during sex. Even when he doesn't start off that way, he always becomes so broken when you fuck him, especially if you overstimulate him, ruin his orgasms, or peg him. He'll get so whiny and it always sounds so pretty.
Taemin gasped, biting his kiss bruised lip as the head of your strap on brushed against his prostate, his sensitive cock already throbbing and leaking shiny ropes of precum as his back arched. "So pretty. You teased, your hands caressed his hips before you slowly ran your fingers through his hair and pulled harshly, a loud moan left his pillowy lips and he called out your name, his voice cracking as you started to fuck him faster. "s-so...so good.." You could hear him starting to break, the way his voice faded as you let go of his hair told you that he was enjoying himself. "Is it that good baby?" You asked, pushing his head down into the pillows you pressed your body against his firmly, angling your hips against him as you pushed him forward.
The slight change in position made his head spin, it felt like he was going to melt and when you reached down between his legs and started stroking his cock at the same pace he had lost it. Moaning loudly as he pushed back into you and whimpering as he became sensitive.
KIBUM 10/10
• Oral
Kibum is vocal no matter what he's doing. Dom or sub Kibum is going to let you know how he feels, what he likes, where he likes it, and how good it is.But he only gets whiny when he's subbing, especially when you're giving him head. Even when hes trying not to, he can't help but break every time he feels your mouth wrapped around his cock.
"Baby.. Kibums low voice trembled and his body quivered as he looked down at you, the feeling of your tongue teasing his cock made his head feel empty. "Don't tease me all night, l've been a good boy for you haven't I?" As you look up at him he trembles and grips the pillow behind his head tighter, he can't tell what you'll do next—the desire to feel your tongue against the head of his cock again clouds his brain so much that he couldn't guess if you wanted him to. "If you're such a good boy, why are you being so impatient?" As your hand slides up his thigh he whimpers and closes his eyes, it pains him to beg like this but he can't help it. "P-Please ma'am, please don't- a…..ah..” Finally when he feels your soft lips wrap around the head of his cock he's silenced by his pleasure.
As you slowly take him deeper he moans louder, his head leaned back against the pillows as he struggles not to move his hips. Every desperate cry that leaves his pretty lips pushes you to please him further, and the deeper you take him the louder he becomes. "God…..oh God!" He cries out, "Y/N! You...please... fuck, please let me cum in your mouth, please?" Kibum looks down at you, his eyes wet with desire and lust as he pleads with you. But he's given no response—not that he could complain with your tongue ruthlessly sliding across the slit of his pretty cock. His hips shuddered as he looked away and his toes curled, he could only manage gentle, raspy cries of your name that were too pretty to be ignored.
JONGHYUN 10/10
•grinding/foreplay
Jonghyun is very vocal in bed no matter what since he's usually praising you or guiding you, he often talks you through orgasms so it's not new for him to be vocal. But whiny…..Jonghyun only gets whiny when he's been waiting all day. When he hasn't seen you in about two days and only got a few kisses before leaving, that's when he becomes a mess. During foreplay he won't be able to keep himself from huffing and moaning, just kissing you has him losing his mind and when he starts grinding against you he can't help but become desperate.
The room felt hot, the air was thick and the lights were still on. Jonghyun hadn't even stopped to close the door, he needed to get his hands on you as soon as possible and he wasn't going to waste another second trying to set the mood. The mood was set the moment you told him how badly you wanted him, you should've expected your clothes to be on the floor the moment he got in. The way his hands restlessly touched you and stripped your clothes away told you how tonight would go, those two days away from you was enough to make him feel unbearably impatient.
"Did you miss me baby?" He asked in a shaky voice, his hips moved slowly against you. Your legs spread and pushed back as his cock slowly dragged up and down between vour lips, every time the head of his length bumped your clit you shivered. It felt so heavy, precum leaks from him and your love wets him even more. "Mhm…so...much." Your breathing became heavier, you were becoming so desperate for him and he felt the same about you. His quiet moans were becoming shaky and with every thrust he became slightly louder, going faster as he looked down between your body's to watch. "So...hmmm…..so pretty, you're so pretty..." As he continued to speak his voice cracks, he wanted to be inside of you so badly but knew that a little anticipation would make sliding into you feel heavenly. "F…Fuck..”
MINHO 9/10
During sex/penetration
When Minho gets really riled up, when he's so impatient, when he's been waiting for hours to feel you—that’s when he gets whiny. He's always vocal, usually it’s because he leads 80% of the time, but also because he knows you like it. Whatever it takes to get you off he'll do, but luckily; being vocal in bed comes naturally for him. But he's the most vocal when he's inside of you, especially when he's been waiting for hours to fuck you. He's not afraid to admit that he enjoys when you make him wait, something about the way you respond to him being brought to his knees and desperately pleading with you turns him on so much.
As he slid inside of you he shuddered, his bottom lip quivered from the feeling of you—your walls felt so hot, so wet and tight that he could cry. The soft pulsing of your warmth was so intense and his cock felt so sensitive, he thought he'd burst before getting all the way inside of you and the look of pure bliss in your face as every inch of him slowly disappeared inside of you made him tremble. His breathing became just as shaky as his body as he finally bottoms out inside of you—he could feel your excitement pooling and dripping as he paused to breathe. But even stopping for a second couldn't save him.
As you looked up at him with lustful eyes and a needy expression he softly cursed and waited for your next command. "Ming..baby, fuck me," You said breathlessly, "Fuck me baby, fuck me." Your desperate orders made him whimper as he nodded his empty, and his eyebrows knotted together as he began to slowly withdraw his cock from you, watching every inch come out as he bit his lip and gripped the pillow underneath your hips. "..F...Fuck..” His soft whimper made you throb, his voice cracked just a little as he paused and looked back at you. "You..You're so pretty Y/N, fuck you're so pretty…so fucking pretty." Finally he begins to move again, his slow thrusts turn into lust filled rutting as he whimpers and moans in your ear; chanting over and over again that you're so fucking pretty.
JINKI 7/10
Mutual/simultaneous masturbating
Jinki isn't as vocal as the others but that doesn't mean he's silent, he likes using his voice to guide you or to tell you when you're doing a good job but you had proposed the idea of mutual masturbation and he couldn't really tell where to use his voice during this type of play. Of course, he knew he could easily praise you and tell you what to do but he's well aware that you know what you're doing—but his concern was easily put to rest when you suggested that he just go with the flow. And when he did he seemed to be just as vocal as he is when he's fucking you, maybe watching you touch yourself to the sight of him was what turned him on so much; or maybe it was you watching him get off to you.
As you rubbed quick circles against your clit Jinki watched with his lip trapped between his teeth, you looks so sexy like this. The sight of your hand between your thighs and your pretty pussy dripping as you watched him made him feel so feral—he did his best to match his pace with yours, but when you slid your fingers down to your entrance he couldn't help himself anymore. As he began fucking his fist Jinki watched you with hungry eyes, the way your hands explored every inch of your body; and the way your body shivered when you caressed yourself made him weak in the knees. He wanted you so bad.
Without thinking about it Jinki stood up as he decided that watching wasn't enough for him. He had to get you off and be inside of you; but you stopped him before he could reach you and said; “What are you doing baby? You're supposed to be watching...” A soft whine left his lips as you grinned and motioned for him to sit down in front of you, with your legs wide you pointed to the floor in front of you and bit your lip. "Or do you want a closer look?" Feeling impatient but willing, Jinki sat down in front of you. You were both breathing so heavily and so horny that you could explode. But that feeling only got stronger when Jink grabbed your leg and pressed his face against it, slowly stroking himself as he looked up at you with needy eyes. "You don't know how bad...oh my God..." As he inhaled the smell of you he leaned his head back and let out a mixture between a soft moan and a whimper. "..I can't, I need to fuck you baby, will you let me?" As he looked up at you he began to beg.
29 notes · View notes
shawol-poser · 2 months
Text
Replay, Track 2 (The 'KEY' x reader insert Anthology)
Disclaimer:I own nothing but my writing. I write with the idol's on screen persona in mind, which should be considered separate from the idol's real persona. This is by no means canon (obviously), should not be treated as such, and should not be seen as a representation of any of the people featured in this work.Also, if you notice that the timeline doesn't fit in real life/ isn't accurate, it's for convenience :DD Remember! This isn't real!
Pairing: Kim Kibum x Fem! Makeup Artist! Ex-classmate! reader
Summary: A collection of, "Kim Kibum x Makeup Artist! Ex-classmate! reader" one shots as told through various times the reader is mentioned in different variety shows that "SHINee's KEY" has been featured in!!
Tumblr media
“You know,” You turn away from him as you load up your brush with a warm-toned eyeshadow as he continues. “I visited home a while back.”
You hum in acknowledgement. Signaling for him to close his eyes if he wanted to say more. “How’s your mom?”
The question makes him huff out through his nose as he pouts. “She wasn’t even there when I came. The side dishes she left were still good but the stew she made was a bit bland.” You couldn’t help but smile at the response. That sounded just like her.
You were putting on Kibum’s makeup for the recording of his music video. So unlike the schedule he would have during a music awards show, and since he came earlier than expected, he could chat with you leisurely and with less worry about the time. 
 You told him to look up as you started applying the shadow on his lower lashline as he kept talking.
“Ah, right. Do you know a ‘Jimin’ or ‘Minhee’ from home?” You continue to sweep the pigment along his eyes as you think. You don’t really recall the faces, but the names are so ordinary that you can’t really match one to them.
“I don’t think so? We weren’t really friends back home, so I didn’t  keep track of your friends unless they were mine too.”
“It’s fine. I don’t remember them either.” You cocked your head to the side in question before looking at him once more, then turning away to place down the palette on the table and to retrieve something for his eyebrows.
“Oh? Then why ask me?” You scoff and looked at the brow powder and angle brush in your hands, then turned back to him.
“We were shooting for ‘I Live Alone’ when I visited and found my mom’s parenting diary. Apparently I had two girlfriends named ‘Jimin and Minhee’ when I was seven?” 
“You had two?? And you don’t remember them?” You made a face at him which he returned just as fiercely.
“Hey, I was seven. I don’t even think we were dating or anything, maybe we just played a lot. It’s what kids do. You’d know if you had a childhood.” You looked at him with wide eyes as if you were holding back from hitting him, but you instead chose to dip the angle brush into the powder and hold his forehead in place.
“Be grateful I’m nice, Kim Kibum. I control what your face will look like in that music video that’ll be around for decades.”
“Be grateful you get to see me up close, honey. People would kill to be this close to me as often as you do.” You glare at his wide, taunting smirk, and decide to just do his brows properly this time around with a sour expression.
You had to hold yourself back from taking out the brow razor in your kit to shave his whole scarred brow off.
“There was something else in it too.”
“You’re awfully chatty this morning. Are you sure you don’t want to save your energy for the rest of the shoot?” You said as you showed him that tight smile he’d seen you use so often to threaten him.
The same smile that he loves seeing on you because you look so funny to him.
It makes you look more pathetic than you already do.
“Hey, you’re getting the latest gossip from me. You don’t look at anything about me on your SNS, so I’m here to educate you on what’s being talked about you right now.”
“And apparently I’m ‘in ’ right now?”
“Listen to me first, I–” You lifted a lip product to apply on him so that you could finish him up and then chat more freely, which he allowed. “Our picture was with my mom, you know?”
“ ‘Our’ picture? You sure it was me?”
You couldn't be sure, but you doubt that you ever had pictures where you stood next to Kibum. Not even for a class picture since there was either no need to, or you were the photographer.
He picked up his phone to show you the pictures he took at his childhood home. Showing you various, slightly washed out class pictures from your high school years. All of the students were wearing the trendiest clothes of the decade, which now looked horrendous. It made you cringe internally. 
He kept scrolling to show you different pictures when you recognized one. “Ah–!”
“It’s you, right?” He turned to look at your face. The picture captured two of your classmates that were probably dating at the time.
  A cute and harmless picture showing how much fun they must have been having at the party, but what ruined it was you in the corner with a fierce look in your eyes at the jovial couple’s direction. To make it worse, Kibum had been behind you and looked soullessly into the camera. Hands resting on the back of the chair you sat with crossed legs on.
“I didn’t know I was going to be in that one!” You groaned in despair.
You remember vividly how you had been so tired from what you thought was an ‘unnecessary’ school Christmas party and had sat down on a random seat on a round table.
Your friend laughed at your response as he zoomed in on you two. 
You remember the event, alright. It was a classmate that was going around taking pictures of everyone for safekeeping, and she had directed the camera at the couple in front of you. You thought you wouldn’t be in the frame, and so you had let your natural resting face show. Seeing no need to smile or look at the camera as you looked elsewhere. 
  “That’s what I told them too! I was seriously– seriously–” The idol had to catch his breath for a while as he looked at what the two of you were wearing. He couldn’t bear to look at his choice of style past 10 years ago, but this was gold.
His hair, brushed all the way to the front, a black, skull-print shirt, tight black jeans and chains. What’s funnier was that it was almost as if he had coordinated the look with you as you wore similar jeans in a lighter wash and a black polo shirt. Your thin wireframe glasses and exposed watch were the highlight of the look however, according to the many people online.
“I seriously didn’t think that my mom would keep this when It’s not even about me! We’re near the corner of the picture, see?” He continues to laugh a bit more as you hold your head for a while longer.
Something about that picture made your head hurt looking at the clothes and your younger self.
“I didn’t even know that you were behind me. So that was on national television? Me looking like I’m glaring at Nari and Doyoung?” You raised your head to as him with disappointment on your face. You’re sure they must have blurred out their faces when the picture was aired, but you’re also sure that they kept you and Kibum uncovered.
Kibum clapped his hands together and then pointed at you. “That’s the thing!” He quickly typed a few words onto his phone before showing his screen to you once more.
A thread of posts that showed a cropped version of the photo that featured either the both of you or you alone on it.
“People were talking about how you and I looked like we were up to no good.” He covered his mouth to contain his laugh as he searched your face for a reaction.
The post he opened up mentioned how SHINee’s KEY and his makeup artist were once in high school together and that proof of which had been shown on the lifestyle show, “I Live Alone.” The topic of the comments spanning from, ‘what kind of glasses was she using,’ to ‘she’s an undercover chaebol ’ were visible from the thread. 
You kept scrolling and saw more and more fans of key, and those that weren’t, mentioning how the picture looked like it was from a K-drama where the ‘young-mistress-in-pauper-disguise’ tells her similar-aged bodyguard to split the happy couple up. How this picture would likely give so many screenwriters and story artists fresh ideas, and how it apparently fed into the extremely old rumor that Key used to be—
“Part of a gang and worked for some rich family?” You looked at him with a questioning look.
“Yah—isn’t this too much?” You couldn’t believe what you were reading and started laughing. You raised your hand up for a high-five, which he reciprocated instinctively and then interlaced your fingers as he did and shook your hand.
“I don’t care, but it’s just funny!” He took back his phone and scrolled away as well. Showing you more posts about the picture that made you grab onto each others’ wrist and laugh. “Seriously, they’re all insane. The comments are weird!”
“Is this–Is this what it’s like to be SHINee’s Key?” 
“You’d be surprised! I saw people asking about where I got my face massager because their mom was curious. Why am I even doing a comeback if this is all it takes?” You grabbed his shoulder as you laughed even more, hitting the table where your makeup kit was.
“Our Ki-goon’s a superstar that has Korea going crazy for anything he does, huh?”
“Honestly, I’m surprised that they’re responding so well to you being on television. My manager says that they want you to show up on shows more.”
“I see your face more than enough already. If I’m going to do another job, I’d like to have a break from seeing you.”
“Aw, that’s cute. But I do agree. I can’t have you getting sick of my amazing face.” Just as you were about to snap back at him, his stylist asked for him to dress in his costume for the video. You both thanked them, thanked each other, and carried on your merry way. Him inspecting  himself once more in the mirror in front of him, and you fixing your kit.
You’ll have to stay for the rest of his shoot to touch up his makeup, so you don’t bother saying goodbye to one another as you both exit the room. 
But as you move to place said kit on set and watch your friend of 10 or so years strut into the scene after a few moments with a costume that fit him so perfectly, you find his words echoing in your head.
 “Be grateful you get to see me up close, honey. People would kill to be this close to me as often as you do.”
‘I’m already very grateful that I get to see you enjoying what you do, Kim Kibum. ’ You think to yourself.
Watching as he gets into character and faces that camera, but not before throwing a wink your way.
‘Ki-goon is truly a superstar these days.’
29 notes · View notes
thesafecafe · 1 year
Text
Shinee Masterlist
Group:
Members:
Onew:
Minho:
Key:
Taemin:
0 notes
kiestrokes · 4 months
Note
Kie, I am in desperate need of some SHINee hard hours 👹 but also soft bc you know I am a soft bby
So what do you think would make the members go feral for you but in like a ✨tender✨ way, and how would that manifest?
SHINee Soft Kinks That Lead to Hard Hours | NSFW
Pairing: SHINee x Gender Neutral!Reader/You/Yn Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Genre: hard hours, headcanon, imagine, fluff, smut. Warnings: Jonghyun is mentioned below, warning to my fellow Shawols who still find it difficult to read or see him.
Sexually Explicit Content: non explicit smut, kissing, biting, marking, fondling.
🗝️ Note: @chans-room I might kick you out of the jaeger (again) for this...esp after you know I was secretly drooling over Minho's tummy in our DM's last night. Nothing is beta read per usual.
Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.
Tumblr media
Kim Jonghyun We are going to keep Jjong PG-13 out of respect, but Jjong's biggest soft kink is eye contact, add in touching and you've seen how it instantly makes him a magnet to other members and idols. Jonghyun needs to caress and kiss every inch of your body and as soon as its reciprocated, it's like you set him on fire in the best way possible.
Lee Jinki Ohhh Jinki 🫠 hear me out...Jinki's soft kink is laughter. He loves laughing, but a person who is just so willing to laugh too? Oh, he is whipped. It takes you a little while to figure this out, why this man is always attacking you with kisses in the middle of your giggles and smiles. Jinki is soft and romantic, intimacy with him is slow and sustained. He's holding off his orgasms for an hour, working you slowly through several first.
Choi Minho MinhoeMinhoeMinhoe. The way to this man is through his stomach. You make him a feast and he's immediately taking you to bed afterwards. Where you can’t stop yourself from kissing a nipping at his swollen belly. His abs still faintly outlined underneath the stretch of his stomach. He has the softest, most supple skin from his strict skincare and grooming schedule. Fed Minho is a little slower about things, he's going to take his time. Making everything all that much more intense. Not as drawn out as Jinki, Minho is sensual and you're both coming in no time.
Kim Kibum Can I do this? Yes...okay. He might be the hardest to configure when it comes to soft kinks, I think Kibum really loves receiving gifts. Especially if he doesn't have to tell you himself. I can just imagine it's a random Tuesday morning and you picked up something he had been eyeing a couple weeks ago (you also feed the dogs because Kibum cannot stand the smell of their food). He gasps, clutching the item and then clutching you. Peppering you with kisses between his praise. He is quick to reciprocate in working your body to a quick orgasm with that talented mouth and pretty hands.
Lee Taemin I think for Taemin it is honestly anyone that can keep up with him dancing. In the middle of the club, the undulating bodies, the closeness of everything. The minute your hips track with his and you never step on his toes, not even once 👀 Taemin is ready to corral you into a dimly lit corridor. Being intimate with him is not quick, everything is sensual and drawn out mirroring the way that he dances. He takes his time, because there is no need to rush in our little cancer bbys mind. Little touches from his small hands everywhere until you're dragging his pretty lips back to your mouth. Taemin doesn't mind when you take control, but he still has these tendencies (the grip on your waist, on the back of your neck, in his gaze) that let you know he is in mutual control.
Tumblr media
© COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.
125 notes · View notes
imaginidol · 9 months
Text
Taemin: Distant Bells Are Ringing
I don’t always leave an author’s note but I loved writing this for my anonnie’s request <3. So much so that I listened to both the instrumental pieces I mention in this headcanon whilst writing it, and I 100% would recommend you guys do the same bc I felt like crying the whole time lolzzz hope u like it !! :)
Tumblr media
A sound of faint, classical music catches your attention as you’re exiting your dark SUV. Your bodyguard outstretches his hand in your direction, offering to lead you carefully out of the vehicle. You look around happily as you lift the sides your long, elegant gown, planting your heels firmly on the ground as you made your way to the entrance of the wedding venue.
“Thank you for coming tonight,” the familiar voice of your wedded friend’s brother greets you at the doors. “I can’t believe you made it!”
“Of course I had to come, how could I miss one of my closest friend’s wedding!? Thank you for inviting me,” you say as the boy leads you inside.
You walk into the beautifully decorated wedding venue, admiring every detail about the grandiose place in awe. Your eyes travel from the high vaulted ceilings to the intricately designed stained-glass windows. The center isle is filled with gorgeous arrangements of flowers and floral arches. All around, people were murmuring in excitement as the ceremony would soon begin.
You’re about to walk to your seat when all of a sudden, you nearly let out a shriek at the touch of a person’s arm against your shoulder.
“What the—,” you quickly turn around and find yourself making unexpectedly hard eye-to-eye contact with none other than…
Lee Taemin.
Honestly? This probably wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for the absolute heart-wrenching heartbreak I had to endure all alone after we broke up…
Your mind quickly threatens to recall all the miserable nights you cried yourself to sleep for the boy standing in front of you, but you immediately brush them aside and plant the biggest smile on your face instead.
I can’t think of the past now.
“Taemin! Oh, I didn’t know you were here,” you say, awkwardly looking around to make sure no people were looking your way. It was no secret to the media that you and Taemin were once a favorite celebrity couple sought out by all kinds of fans, journalists, and paparazzis alike.
“Of course I’d be here. Don’t you remember we met through the bride?”
“Oh, right,” you answer, letting out an awkward half-laugh.
“I saw you walk in and I couldn’t not tell you how… how amazing you look!” he says, an innocent smile spreading across his face.
“Thank you, Taemin. You look pretty handsome yourself, actually,” you cheekily say back.
“Mister and Missus,” the voice of an older gentleman approaches you both. “Allow me too guide you to your reserved seats tonight,” he says, guiding you and Taemin into the ceremonial room.
“Oh, we’re not togeth—” you stop your sentence when you feel Taemin place his hand against your back, following the gentleman to wherever he seemed fit.
“Thank you,” you say to the gentleman anyway once you’ve reached your reserved seats.
Taemin sits next to you and, to your surprise, there aren’t many other people sitting in your section yet.
“Uh, Taemin?” You carefully look around the room before whispering into his ear, “we’re the only people sitting in this row right now… doesn’t it look a little…”
“Scandalous?” He finishes, giving you a smirk. “I’d be surprised if someone doesn’t take any pictures of us tonight.”
“Right,” you huff, turning your attention back to the front of the room.
For a moment, neither says a word, until Taemin finally speaks up.
“So… how’ve you been?”
“I’ve been… I’ve been good.”
“Yeah, I hear you’ve released a few albums since we last spoke. They’re really good. I really liked your most recent comeback,” he says quietly.
“Thank you, it means… a lot, actually.”
There is another awkward silence, before you speak up this time.
“How about you? How have you and SHINee been?”
“We’re still aiming to be the best we can be,” he smiles. “You don’t listen to us anymore, huh?”
“What? Of course I do. Just because you and I were… a thing… doesn’t mean I don’t love Minho any less.”
He scoffed. “Minho was always your bias, huh? Even when we were a ‘thing’?”
“Well, duh,” you roll your eyes, “look at him. He’s gorgeous!”
“Whatever,” he says, looking around him as a few other couples and guests slowly filled the seats more and more.
“You know,” he says, crossing his arms and turning his eyes toward you, “I only started talking to you just now ‘cause I don’t think I know anyone else here…”
“I thought you said you wanted to talk to me to tell me I looked pretty?”
“Oh, oops, yeah, that too,” he smirked. “It worked, ‘cause you’re still talking to me.”
“You’re still so annoying,” you say, crossing your legs.
He laughs mischievously, lightly punching your thigh.
“Isn’t it crazy how we almost instantly clicked again after so many years of not talking, though?”
You don’t answer him for a moment, thinking carefully of the words you’d say next.
“I guess,” you start to respond, “even after we went our separate ways, our comfort when being around each other never really went away.”
“Hmm,” he ponders, “why do you think that is?”
You don’t get a chance to respond because the ceremony begins, and all guests’ attention turns towards the front of the room.
The wedding ceremony of you and Taemin’s mutual friend plays out flawlessly beautiful.
An organist begins playing O Holy Night, at the request for the bride’s entrance. The bride walks in gracefully as ever. Her princess-styled silk dress was intricately decorated with mesh flowers, her long-sleeved white gloves featured complex designs of floral delicacies. Even from the bride’s back-view, her long, delicately designed dress tail captured and maintained all eyes on her.
Taemin had quietly moved his eyes from the bride at one point and turned his attention secretly to you.
You also looked lavishing in your dark green gown tonight, beautifully complementing the colors of the wedding decor altogether. Taemin couldn’t help but wonder if…
…if you could ever be his bride.
His eyes slowly began to water at the recollection of hundreds of shared memories alongside of you as your partner.
All the laughs, the jokes, the cries, the arguments, the make-ups, the love you shared privately in more ways than one.
He had… missed you.
Why’d we have to break up? He thoughtfully wonders as the bride and groom begin taking their vows.
If only we’d worked through our problems and not run away from them…
But it was almost every day that the arguments would arise.
The bride and groom exchange wedding bands and hold their hands together.
Taemin turns his eyes from the soon-to-be-married couple and focuses again on you.
Yes, while you were physically close to him at this very moment, he couldn’t help but think about how far you truly were.
If only I’d tried harder from my end, Taemin thinks defeatedly. I’ve been through the best and the absolute worst of this industry. If only I hadn’t let the malicious false rumors of that cheating scandal get the best of you…
The old priest raises his hands towards the crowd.
…maybe it would’ve been us on that pulpit by now.
He announces the couple as husband and wife.
But I couldn’t protect you without losing myself in the process.
The groom and bride share their first kiss as husband and wife, and the room erupts into loud cheers and happy tears. The organist beings playing the all-too familiar tune of Mendelssohn’s Wedding March, and the new man and wife begin preparing to make their way back down the isle for their final grand ceremonial exit.
Taemin closes his eyes as a couple tears begin rolling down his cheeks. He’s in too deep in his own thoughts when he feels the soft touch of a cloth rubbing against his face.
His eyes open and he makes direct eye contact with you.
You’d taken a handkerchief from your purse and wiped the tears gently from his face, not saying a word.
All around you, white confetti and red flower petals fall as the bride and groom begin exiting the room, the cheers of their guests roaring louder, the organist’s musical arrangement filling the room with l endearing excitement.
You and Taemin are caught frozen in each other’s gaze for a moment in time. Your hand is gently cupped around his face, his tears have slowed, and your emotions are caught in a trance.
What ever will we do? You think to yourself.
How could I ever move on from you? He thinks to himself.
How could I ever… you look into his eyes,
…have left you? he wonders,
…And now I find myself, you ponder,
…having feelings for you, he comes closer,
…even after all, you close your eyes,
…this, his nose brushes lightly against yours,
…time! your lips clash against his.
All around you, couples take notice of you and Taemin sharing an intimate moment together. The gentlemen cheer and begin taking their partners hand in hand, leaning them back against their arms to share kisses of their own in celebration of light of a new marriage.
White confetti and red flower petals continue to float about the room and around all the couples, guests, the newlyweds as the organists begins intensifying the final chords of the infamous Wedding March.
Taemin pulls away slightly, a few more tears escaping his reddened eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers to you. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you.”
You shake your head, not wanting to hear the words you longed to wish for.
“No, Taemin, I’m sorry I ever doubted you. I’m sorry I abandoned the trust I had in you… in us.”
“I should’ve gone back even after all the—”
“There’s no point in bringing up the past anymore, Tae,” you whisper.
“But I have to—”
“Shh,” you gently place a finger against his lips. “I received all the proof from your agency once the investigation was over. I now know you never had betrayed me like that.”
“You… you do?”
You smile. “I’m sorry I never went back for you. I was too ashamed to face you after you were proven innocent.”
“No,” he whispers. “I’m the one who should’ve fought harder.”
“Tae—”
Your words are cut short at the realization that there was no point in arguing further. You had grown and reflected, and so had he.
Knowing what you both knew now, there was an opportunity for the trust to grow back.
Perhaps tonight you could start over.
Perhaps tonight at the wedding reception, over delicious dinner and sugary wedding cake, you could start over.
Perhaps tonight you and Taemin would finally be able to reach the closure you both longed for, and start walking together towards a happily ever after of your own.
The wedding reception had gone just as fun and smoothly as the ceremony. The guests had gathered around the bride and her groom to cut their enormous marbled-flavored cake. A couple minutes before the cake-cutting begun, the bride caught a glimpse of you and Taemin and quickly walked over to you both.
“Hey, you smoochy lovebirds, why didn’t you tell me you got back together!?”
“What? How’d you even know—”
“Oh, please!” she giggled, “You started the little kissing-train back at the venue, didn’t ya? Look, it’s already making headlines!!” She excitedly pulls out her phone from her sleek reception gown’s pockets and points the screen at you both.
Indeed, there’s a half-blurry picture of you and Taemin sharing a loving, lasting kiss amidst the newlyweds’ grand exit. The headline at the top reads in bolder letters: BREAKING!! HAVE THE STARRY-EYED COUPLE ALLEGEDLY MADE A COMEBACK!?
Underneath the post, thousands of comments were already flooding the media with fans excitedly screaming their heads off at the sight of their favorite celebrity couple rumored to be seen together again. Fans from all around the industry—even fans who didn’t actively listen to you or Taemin’s music—enthusiastically shared well wishes and celebration for you both, many of these fans hoping that this time your relationship would lead to a much happier ending.
“I’ll say, your kissing stunt was absolutely perfect!” the bride excitedly bounces up and down. “All my wedding exit pictures have guests sharing kisses in the background and it’s so… so beautiful!! I’ll have to get that moment framed for our new home!”
Taemin places his hand around your waist, pulling you closer.
“If it weren’t for your wedding, I wouldn’t have gotten closure with my love again,” he smiles. He then turns his attention to you.
“And,” he adds, “I never would’ve believed I could fall in love with the right person all over again.”
71 notes · View notes