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mykoreanlove · 4 days
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the smut bundle
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for when you want to get freaky, empty hands are recommended
CHAN - fuck me 5 senses? // cooking up a storm piece of cake // just another day at the dorms // in character // Christopher // preggo by chan
CHANGBIN - just another day at the dorms // home workouts
MINHO - how to tame a cat // just another day at the dorms // serum
HYUNJIN - afterparty // wanna bet? // keep me up // special birthday
HAN - just another day at the dorms // brr brr
FELIX - Articulate // fighting with Felix be like // just another day at the dorms
SEUNGMIN - just another day at the dorms
CROSSOVER - deceptive bonds (hyunjin, Felix) // 🫧🫧🫧 (Minho, hyunjin) // 3+1 (3racha)
JACKSON - acts of intimacy // backseat love
JUNGKOOK - on a drug case
TAEMIN - lazy Sunday // friendship service // bite me // first dates
EUN WOO - say please?
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multifanhoe99 · 6 months
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Here is the masterlist so that you can find all the kinky good stuff in one spot!
Day 1- Thigh Riding w/ Jungkook
Day 2- Biting w/ Chanyeol ft. Baekhyun and Sehun
Day 3- Lingerie w/ JayB
Day 4- Masturbation w/ Hyunjae
Day 5- Edging w/ Wooyoung
Day 6- Dirty Talk w/ Jiung
Day 7- Mirror Sex w/ Sunwoo
Day 8- Cockwarming w/ Jaehyun
Day 9- Praise kink w/ Bobby
Day 10- Public Sex w/ San
Day 11- Knife Play w/ Jihoon
Day 12- Threesome w/ Zuho and Hwiyoung
Day 13- Religious Play w/ Hyunjin
Day 14- Succubus/Incubus w/ Yeonjun
Day 15- Vampire w/ Yuta
Day 16- Toys w/ Sunghoon
Day 17- Camgirl/boy w/ Soobin
Day 18- Voice Kink w/ Felix
Day 19- Somnophilia w/ Hyunsuk
Day 20- Size Kink w/ Yunho
Day 21- Breeding w/ Keeho
Day 22- Overstimulation w/ Kard
Day 23- Phone Sex w/ Key
Day 24- Wax Play w/ The8
Day 25- Car Sex w/ Juyeon
Day 26- Drunk/ High sex w/ I.M
Day 27- Body Mods w/ Ten and Taeyong
Day 28- Caught or Almost w/ I.N
Day 29- Hypnosis/ Mind Control w/ Kino
Day 30- Fucking Machine w/ Namjoon
Day 31- Sex Pollen/ Aphrodisiac w/ Jay
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neoculturecollectives · 8 months
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Optional idol x fem!reader (M)
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warnings: dirty talking, overstimulation, vaginal penetration, degradation, fingering, face slapping
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"That's my pussy, baby?" he asks as his fingers pump into you. The look in his is eyes dark and you squirm.
"I asked you a question," he rumbles. The brashness of his voice clouds your mind and you whine.
"S'yours... fuck... please... no more," You plead. A sharp cry echoes through the living room and he reaches down to grab a throw pillow from the floor with his free hand and shoves it into your chest, "The neighbors complained about how fucking loud you are. Shut up," he growls.
You hug the pillow close and bite it with a frenzied moan.
He laughs and curves his fingers up causing you to spread your legs wider.
"I'm not gonna stop until I break you. I wanna see just how much you can take," he purrs.
You try to use your legs to scoot yourself away from him, "I can't, daddy... I fucking can't. Fuck... please, please, please," You sob.
"You won't close your legs or tell me the safe word so are you sure?" he taunts you, "What's your color?"
"G- greeen!" You squeak.
"Yeah that's what I fucking thought. You're not done yet. You're never done. It's never enough for you, is it, bitch?"
You shake your head and he slaps your cheek, "Speak."
"N- no... no... never. Never enough. Never, daddy," You sob.
"What are you?"
"A whore."
"Yeah, baby. You're a whore who can't get enough. Bet if I stuffed my dick in you, those slutty legs would spread even more. Wanna see?"
You nod, "Please," You muffle clumsily with the pillow fast between your teeth.
He chuckles and pulls his fingers from your soaking cunt, "So fucking wet," he hums.
He pushes his slicked fingers into your mouth and you suck on them with a greedy moan. He guides himself into you and bottoms out, "Just like I said. Such a slut for your daddy."
You hug the pillow to your chest as his hips smack against yours and you squeeze your eyes shut.
He slaps your cheek again, "Eyes on me. Wanna watch the clarity leave your eyes while I'm fucking that slutty little cunt."
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misswoozi · 9 months
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...that's kinda 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈
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xotaemintol · 10 months
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𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐗 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞) 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒
(SLIGHTLY)YANDERE TAEMIN!!
TW: Manipulation, gaslighting, slight rough sex, breathe play, hair pulling, breeding, obsessive behavior, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (2), violence, choking!!, CNC (consensual non consent just in case), tears, mind breaking, oral sex (f receiving), role play, controlling behavior, degrading, praise, and cursing.
Pronouns used: None!
Word Count: 6759
Part: 1/1
Plot: After hanging out with Jinki for the day, you unexpectedly stay the night at his house, and when you return home your boyfriend Taemin is so jealous that he's lost his mind.
Inspired by: Impressionable by TAEMIN and Trust In Me: Mommy May Taemin by @thesafecafe !
When you finally returned home from your best friend Jinki's house, you expected your boyfriend Taemin to be happy to see you and waiting to hear all about your day, so as you entered the apartment with a big warm smile, you were expecting to see him on the couch with Kkoongie and Daengie, but instead, he was nowhere to be seen, neither were they. "Taemin?" You called out as you walked into the living room, "Tae?" You hummed and thought that they all must've been in his room, so you quickly made your way there, but as you opened the door, he was sitting there alone. The room was slightly messy and as he sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed you questioned what was going on.
"Taemin?" He slowly looked at you, and the glare in his eyes caught you off guard, but then it hits you when you left yesterday, you never told him you were going to be staying the night with Jinki, but you didn't know you would either, it just happened. "Are you okay?" You watched with curious eyes as he stood up and walked over to you, "where were you last night?" He asked as he stood in front of you, his tone told you right away that he was in one of his moods. It wasn't often that Taemin would get jealous when you're hanging out with his SHINee members, as he completely trusts them and you to be alone together without anything happening, but when it does happen, it's like he's a completely different person. "I was with Jinki," you said, taking a step back to put space between the two of you, the way he stood so closely made you feel unbelievably intimidated.
"What do you mean?" You asked, by the look on Taemin's face you could tell that he wasn't satisfied with your answer, the way he sucked in his cheek and bite down on it let you know that he was trying his hardest to stay calm. "Y/N," his tone sounded so condescending, as if he knew something you didn't, "do you think I'm stupid?" He asked, you looked up at him becoming worried, Taemin only spoke that way when he was beyond his limit, and nothing pushes him further than being toyed with. Nothing turns him off more than being lied to, especially about something involving his members. "What?" You asked sounding caught off guard, "of course not," you said, "Look, Jinki and I went shopping, we got something to eat, went to karaoke and he had a little too much to drink so I just-" Taemin stopped you, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a second to calm down.
"I thought you said you were going to the movies?" As he said this you paused, trying to recall when you first mentioned the wholesome friend date you had originally planned, for a second too long, you hesitated to answer, confirming the completely inaccurate suspicions Taemin had. "So you were lying?" Taemin asked as if he had already come up with the answer himself, this time you answered right away, "No! Of course not!" You said, finally, the memory clicked, you didn't lie, you just replanned things. "We didn't go to the movies because they weren't showing anything we wanted to see!" Your words came out rushed, too rushed for Taemin's liking, to him, he sounded like you had just come up with the perfect lie, but really, you had just remembered what made you skip out on going to the movies. "Do I look like a child to you Y/N? Do you expect me to believe that?"
You looked up at him confused, you couldn't tell what made him think you'd even think of cheating on him, especially with someone so close to him, and to you. "What are you talking about? I told you yesterday before we went to karaoke that we decided not to go to the movies," you explained, "didn't you get my text?" You asked Taemin's glare became more intense, and the annoyed look on his face quickly changed to a subtle enraged one. "What text?" He asked, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you, "because I don't have one text at all, not even one telling me that you'd be staying the night there." You could tell that he was getting closer to his breaking point, your confusion as you looked at his messages to you didn't help either, but you couldn't help it, you could recall texting him as soon as Jinki had reminded you of him getting jealous the first time you two hung out alone.
"But..." he snatched his phone out of your hands and threw it towards the bed, not caring that it had hit the wall, "it's like every time I try to give you the freedom to do what you want, you just show me why I shouldn't." His words made you look at him in disbelief, 'Every time?' You thought to yourself, 'What is he talking about?' You sighed and decided that it would be best if you explained everything as best as possible, if not, you could tell that he'd just go off the rails, "Taemin, nothing happened last night, I must've forgotten to send the message or it just didn't send, but I promise, nothing is going on between Jinki and me." This wasn't enough for him though, and it became clear when he suddenly grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking it as he dragged you closer, "Why would I believe that?" You winced in pain as you tried to get his hand out of your hair, but it was no use.
"Obviously you like him, I'm not fucking dumb," he said, his grip tightened, your scalp felt like it was burning, "T-Taemin please..." your pleas fell onto deaf ear though, he had finally lost it, "am I not enough anymore?" He asked, "I thought you'd said you'd only look at me," you struggled again to remove his hand from your hair but it only made him yank it again. "You promised me that you'd only love me, you swore that you only had eyes for me!" You whined from the pain, but you were more worried about what he was saying, most people thought that Taemin was only joking when he'd say things like 'only look at me' or 'only love me', but they couldn't be more wrong, it wasn't usual for him to talk to you this way, but it's terrifying when he does. It makes you realize that when he sings about things like making people want him or making people fall for him with no limit, it's what he truly believes and what he truly wants.
"I-I do!" You responded, "I wouldn't ever look at anyone else!" You said, but you were only feeding into his insanity, you could care less though, not only was it true, but it was also what he wanted to hear, and telling him what he wanted to hear, would help you calm him down enough to talk to him and explain that nothing happened. "Liar, why would you ignore my calls then? Why didn't you answer my texts? Why did you stay the night at his house?" As he questioned you his grip got tighter, the pain made your eyes water as you shut them. "I didn't mean to! I was just-" he yanked even harder and you cried out, "You were what?" He waited as you tried to fight against the pain, "trying to piss me off?" You denied it quickly, "No! I'm sorry! I just lost track of time! Please Taemin, please let go!" You begged, this time, he let go.
Practically pushing you back as he released you, as you fell to your knees while holding the back of your head he stood over you, "I just don't get it," he said, you couldn't pick up on his tone, you couldn't place the coldness in his voice. "I mean, I love you so much," he said, "I spend so much time with you, I buy you nice things, I take care of you, I even pay all the bills, and still..." he wrapped his hand around your throat and forced you to look up at him, "you act like it's not enough, do you not love me?" You gasped with wide and slightly teary eyes, "Is this not enough? Do you want more? Or do I have to force you to love me?" You put your hand over his to try to keep him from tightening his hand and you responded right away, "No! No! It's enough! I already love you! I love you so much Taemin!" You couldn't tell, but the sound of your panicked voice confessing your love for him, made him swell with a sick feeling of love and obsession.
"You do?" He asked, his hand still resting on your throat as he smiled, the crazed look in his eyes made you tremble, "Yes! Of course!" You expected this to be the end of it, but you were wrong, you gasped for air as he suddenly tightened his hand around your throat and tried to stand, but he pushed you back down with his other hand. "Then why would you do this to me?" He asked, "I mean, do you know how worried I was?" You tried to get his hand off your throat, scratching your skin to pry his hand off, "I didn't get a blink of sleep last night, did you know that? I couldn't help thinking that something bad could've happened," his sadistically soft tone mixed with the lack of oxygen made your body go into panic mode, you couldn't tell if he was being genuine or if he was going to kill you for his suspensions.
"I stayed up all night so stressed and worried that my sweet baby girl would never come back home, while you were out..." his grip loosened finally, but only enough for you not to faint, just enough for you to continue to be too lightheaded to think properly, "with my best friend, doing god knows what," he pulled you up to your feet by your throat, his thumb pressed into a spot under your jaw that made your mouth water, "after I was nice enough to allow you to leave too, how could you be so inconsiderate? Are you sure you love me?" Finally, he let go, you immediately took a deep breath in, almost falling over again as your head stopped spinning, you could barely think straight, your brain constantly replaying his words in your head as you tried to comprehend what he was saying. "Do you know how badly you hurt me?" He asked, 'Hurt him?' You thought to yourself.
Did you hurt him? You asked yourself in your head what you could've done to hurt him, but the pain makes it hard to think, he wouldn't have hurt you if you didn't. Taemin has never been violent to you unless it was in bed, so with poor judgment, you decided that maybe you did hurt him. "I'm so sorry," you said, tears brimming your eyes as you looked up at him weakly, "I didn't mean to, I promise it won't happen again," you added, Taemin fought with himself not to smile, but your vulnerability to him pleases him to an almost insane degree. "How can I be sure? How am I supposed to trust you? Do you know how hurt I am?" He looked at you in your eyes, and although is tone said 'sad and hurt', his eyes said differently, but you could hardly pick up on it, your head was still pounding and the fear he had instilled into you so quickly made you feel dizzy.
"I promise, please, I won't ever do it again," you didn't feel as relaxed as you wanted to when he finally smiled and sighed, that relieved and calm look on his face didn't make you feel that he had forgiven you, and you were right for feeling that way. "Then prove it," he said, "get on your knees and show me just how badly you love me," his tone once again, wicked as his face fell flat, giving you no clue on how he was feeling, but you didn't care, you just wanted him to forgive you for hurting his feelings, you wanted to remind him that no matter what you'll always love him and you'll only look at him, so, you got down on your knees. "There you go," he said praising you just a little for doing what he wanted, his constant change of emotion had you in a whirlwind of distress, every second you felt like he was going to snap again and do something more drastic.
The feeling intensified as you sat there staring at the floor doing nothing, anger and impatience bubbled up inside of him as he waited for your next move, but you were still trying to find the words to say that would make him feel better. It was like you were too dazed by his explosion of rage to realize what was going on, "Y/N?" Taemin called out, his tone is more gentle but it still makes you flinch, bringing you out of your deep thoughts, "are you okay?" He asked, as you looked up at him confused he stared back at you with a soft look in his eyes, 'What is going on?' You thought to yourself, "If you don't want to do this then we can stop, you know the safe word right?" He asked, but you didn't know what he was talking about, you have a safe word, but you weren't having sex, and to your knowledge, you weren't roleplaying, so why would you use the safe word?
Instead of trying to figure out what was going on exactly, you just nodded your head, "no no, use your words, baby," he said, "I need to hear you say it," your mouth feels almost dry as you speak, "yes, Taemin..." but you can't hide how confused you are, and as his expression changed again, you stare baffled, "what?" You made a mistake, but how were you supposed to know? You could hardly even think straight, how were you supposed to know that you had made a mistake? "S-Sir, yes sir!" You quickly corrected yourself, afraid of what he might do if you said the wrong thing. "God, you're so clumsy," he rolled his eyes and huffed, "now go ahead, get to work before I change my mind, you're wasting my time." Finally, you get it, instead of wasting another second of his precious time and energy, you quickly undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants.
"I knew you could figure it out," as he pet the top of your head you flinched a little but continued to remove his pants, as you tugged them down his underwear followed with them, despite the fear in your poor confused body, you were excited from the sight of him like this, just above the waistband of his underwear was a faint happy trail, and when you finally removed his pants, his dick springs out, slapping against his pelvis and standing at attention, the tan skin of his body, paired with the faint happy trail, and pinkness of the head of his cock made your body feel hot. "Are you just gonna stare at it? Or are you going to prove how sorry you are?" You looked up at him and then back down at his dick, licking your lips before nodding and moving your body closer.
You took a deep breath before finally wrapping your mouth around the head of his cock, out of instinct, you closed your eyes and slowly took him in deeper, your tongue lay flat above your bottom teeth and caressed the underside of his length, you could hear him breathe in deeply as you set a comfortable pace for both him and yourself. "Shit..." his voice trembles a little, but you focused on pleasing him, putting your all into his pleasure as you used your mouth to apologize and show him that you loved him. You kept this pace for a minute before going a little faster, never taking him any deeper to keep your breath so that you wouldn't pull off too fast, but Taemin didn't care about your breathing, he wanted you to take him deeper and he didn't want to ask, so he grabbed a handful of your hair again, in the same spot, and led your head himself.
Usually, Taemin is only a head pusher when he's feeling especially needy or when he was in control, so it didn't at all shock you when he started leading your head to take him deeper. Your eyes water though as he touches the back of your throat, to keep him from basically going all the way down it, you put your hand on the rest of him and move your hand with your head in hopes that it would be enough for him. "Fuck...you're so good baby," he said, "does it feel good to apologize?" He asked, his voice shaken as he tried his hardest not to melt from the feeling of your mouth, you just do it so well though, you've always known exactly how to please him, and now isn't any different. As you begin to feel breathless you try to pull your mouth off for a second, but instead of letting you go, he begins to fuck your mouth.
"Not yet," his quickened breaths let you know that he's close already, that meaning that you don't breathe until he cums, "just a little longer okay baby?" You looked up at him with teary eyes, humming against him to let him know that you were nearing your limit, but so was he. "Look at you," he licked his lips and softly moaned, his voice sounds so angelic compared to the way he fucks your throat, "you're so cute...and pathetic, what would you do without me?" That lightheaded feeling returned, and your lungs burn for air but you fight the feeling, "you can't even breathe if I didn't let you, you can't think unless I help, it's like you were made for me," he pulled you off by your hair, finally letting you get a breath, you immediately gasped, a trail of saliva and precum trailing from your lips to his cock.
"Isn't that right?" He grabbed your face and forced you to look at him, "you can't live without me, can you?" The pain in your head becomes dull and your head felt like you were swimming, but his insanity guides you perfectly into his web, and with no thought behind your pretty eyes, you nodded your empty head. "That's right baby, you're such a good girl," he guided your head back to his dick, fucking your face even faster than before as you sat there like an obedient pet, allowing him to use your face as he pleased. You kept your eyes on his face, his eyebrows scrunched up and his face contorted beautifully, if being on your knees like this made him forgive you, then you'd stay there for hours, on your knees earning his forgiveness. As your eyes closed Taemin cursed, the soft throb in your mouth lets you know that he's closer than before.
A slightly salty taste in your mouth made you bring yourself closer to him, it pushed you to ignore your body's need for air and you forced your head further down until your nose hit his pelvis with every thrust, as he hits the back of your throat the taste returns, the precum building in the back of your mouth almost choked you but you did your best to swallow as much as possible. The feeling of you trying to swallow with him in your mouth made his knees feel weak, but he hid it well, "You're doing such a good job, now swallow for me okay?" You hummed an 'okay' around him and opened your eyes, his moans became louder, the sound of his voice was divine, the slight rasp with every breath and the way his voice cracked just as he was reaching his peak made your stomach tingle and as he finally came into your mouth he let out a heavenly breath, a mixture between a moan, a sigh, and a grunt, fall from his beautiful lips.
In seconds, Taemin's cum is flooding your throat and mouth, while some you can swallow, some pools in your mouth, slowly dripping out the sides of your mouth, but he wasn't going to let you waste a drop. "You better swallow it," he warned, slowly he removed himself from your mouth and watched as you struggled. You try to breathe while also trying to keep all of the saliva, precum, and cum in your mouth, "if you waste a drop, then I'll punish you," although you were afraid, you couldn't help but throb at the thought of him touching you, maybe the lack of air is driving you insane, or maybe it's the throbbing pain in your head, whatever it was, you still didn't want to be punished by Taemin, so you quickly wiped up the dribbles of cum dripping from your mouth and swallowed, licking your finger clean after.
"Such a good girl," you looked at him and opened your mouth to let him know that you had swallowed it all, "now, clean me up," he didn't have to tell you twice, and without a second thought, you began licking the slobbery mess off his cock, making sure to suck it all off and swallow it when you were done. Taemin watched in contentment, that craziness in his head had him buzzing with excitement, and seeing you fall into him made him want to fall with you. If anything, Taemin felt like more of a slave to you, than you for him, of course, he was the one who led you here in the beginning, but he was the one truly trapped, the way you looked at him with such a deep admiration and lust made him feel weak, his body was trembling with thirst and he knew no amount of his depraved tricks to get you this vulnerable would ever be enough to overpower the monopoly you have over his mind, that's why he's doing this.
"Stand up," he said, immediately you did as he said, you didn't want to set him off again, and your head couldn't handle the pain again, "aren't you gonna thank me?" He asked, "I let you swallow all of my cum instead of making you use your words to apologize," you nodded, still as absent-minded as before, and quickly thanked him, your quick submission is satisfying, but he wanted to break you down further until he could feel that you would truly never look at anyone else, ever again. "Strip," he sat down on the bed and waited, you stood there though, eyes as wide as the moon as you nervously placed your hands on the hem of your shirt, "Do I have to repeat myself?" He asked, you shook your head.
"Then strip," he said, "or do you want me to do it for you?" Your messed up mind ran wild imagining him stripping your body, ripping your clothes off of you as you laid underneath him, the warmth from the thought made you think it wouldn't be so bad, but instead of testing his patience, you began to strip. Taemin's eyes drink you in, following your hands as you slowly lift your shirt over your head, the feeling of him watching you made you feel so embarrassed, he's always so intimidating when he's observing, and a part of you has always loved it too. As you took off your underwear he stopped you, "Turn around," you did as he said and stood there nervously, "Take them off and hand them to me," still following his orders you took them off and passed them to him with your back facing him. "Good girl," you stood there as Taemin tied your hands behind your back and unclamped your bra.
"Now, turn around for me," You turned around and looked up at him, the smile on his face made you feel relaxed, "you know I love you right?" He asked, his voice was a lot more sincere now, like he was trying to be careful and lure you in, but it also seemed like he was being genuine, you nodded, you do know that Taemin loves you, so you didn't hesitate to agree. "If I'm being too rough, you can tell me to stop, so don't hesitate okay?" You nodded again, but he didn't stop looking at you yet, "I'm serious Y/N, I don't want to hurt you, if you don't enjoy it, and if you don't want it, then you can always say so, you understand?" This time you waited to answer, finally your brain had caught up with the current situation and you could truly understand what he was saying, "if you understand, use the safe word," the delicate look made you relax completely, "hot," you said, he nodded and kissed your forehead.
"Good," his demeanor changed once again, after confirming that you are consenting to go further he stopped holding back and pushed you onto the bed, you drag your body up the rest of the way and lay there, you watched as he undressed himself the rest of the way and got onto the bed himself. "My pretty baby..." he said, "you're my pretty girl," you gasped as his fingers touch your bare lips, he slipped one between and slowly began to rub slow circles on your clit, right away your body tensed up, the sudden pleasure made your head spin, you tried to close your legs but he held them opened, "stay still," he said as he moved his upper body between your legs, he moved his finger lower until he felt your dripping entrance, "you feel so wet, did being choked turn you on?" He asked, his finger slowly entering you, he made sure to be careful as he pushed his entire finger in.
"Or was it having your hair pulled?" You quietly moaned, the feeling of his finger inside of you was a complete contradiction of the pain from his fingers tugging your hair, the pleasure rippled through your body as he put his mouth on your clit, his tongue moving against it like water as his lips wrap around it. You almost screamed, you melted as he moved his mouth against the rest of your cunt while adding a finger inside of you, chills formed all over your skin and your back arched, you struggled against the restraints of your underwear, you wanted to put your hands in his hair, or at least be able to hold on to something, but with your hands underneath you and tied together, you couldn't do anything but become a slave to the pleasures of Taemin's mouth. "Oh...Oh god! Taemin!" You cried out, his movements became faster but stayed as perfect as always, he's always been so good at pleasing you.
You trembled and bit your lip, you tried not to be so loud already, but it felt so good, the warmth in your stomach spreads throughout your whole body and your toes curl, you can't stop your body from melting and thrashing around, he didn't let up though, instead he swirled his tongue around your clit while moving his fingers even faster, pressing them against a spongy spot that made you go silent, your legs threatened to shut and trap him in, but his broad shoulders kept them opened. Your hips uncontrollably buckled, you couldn't stop yourself from grinding against his face, and you knew that he loved it from the feeling of him smiling against your core, he pulled his face away for a second and chuckled, "You're so cute," he looked up at you, "watch me, don't close your eyes," and just like that he went back down, this time he moved his mouth slower than his fingers.
Your eyes almost closed as they fluttered, looking into Taemin's eyes is a dangerous task already, but looking into his eyes as he eats you out like it's his last meal makes it nearly impossible, his tongue once again swirled around your clit before he pressed his tongue against it and began waving his tongue. It was a trick he learned a few years ago when he was eating ice cream, instead of just licking, he'd press his tongue against your clit, and slowly move it up and down in a waving motion. The feeling was like heaven, it felt so good that it ripped through your body, tearing you in half as the pleasure rocked you back and forth, this time you couldn't stop yourself from closing your eyes, but he didn't care, he just kept going and slowed his fingers just a little, allowing you to focus more on his tongue, he knows you'd rather have him inside of you than his fingers anyways.
"So...so good..." you moaned out, your stomach tightened, the muscles spasm and the feeling of your clit throbbing against his tongue and becoming softer let him know that you were close, the second he was able to completely press his tongue into it and feel your pelvic bone, he knew that you were about to cum, so he started moving his tongue in a circle and closed his eyes, he focused completely and bringing you over that point, he wanted to push you over the edge and he'd do it even if his jaw felt like it was going to fall off. "Oh god! Taemin! I-I...I'm gonna cum!" You cried out, he nodded his head, softly caressing your thighs and bringing them up to his head, he snuck his hands under your lower back and grabbed your hands, forcing you to come closer to his face as your hips rested on his arms. "Fuck!" You threw your head back and your back arched even more, before you could even tell that it was happening, a mind-splitting orgasm washes over your body.
Your muscles clamp around his fingers and you lay almost silent with faint breathes and moans leaving your mouth, finally, Taemin pulled away and licked his lips clean, "You did so well for me baby," he pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean too, moaning at the taste of you, "did it feel good my love?" You lay there breathless for a second before nodding your head, "yes..." you responded, "so good," you looked up at him as he positioned his body between your legs, this time he brought your legs up to his hips and placed his hands on your hips, "are you ready for me?" He asked, you nodded, you were more than ready for him, but Taemin wasn't going to give it to you that easy, and you should've known that, "are you sure?" He asked, "I want to hear you say it," he said, you whined at the feeling of him lining himself up with your entrance.
"Yes! I'm ready!" That was all he needed to hear, he slowly rubbed himself against you, dragging the head of his cock up and down your slit, the wetness of his saliva and your arousal feels so slick and warm, Taemin swore under his breath and bit his lip, finally, he slowly began to enter you, the slight stretch made you wince just a little but the moment he had fully bottomed out inside of you, that slight pain had completely disappeared. Taemin filled you up beautifully, every inch of him touched your walls, without even trying, he was pressed against that same spongy spot that made you see stars before, he wasn't even moving yet and you were already trembling and moaning. "You...you feel so good!" You looked up at him with such a wild desire in your eyes, it was so intense that Taemin couldn't help but become oversexed himself.
"It does baby?" He asked, his eyes low as he bit his plush bottom lip, "tell me how good it feels," he said, he slowly pulled his hips back your toes pointed forward, your legs are weak around his hips, the feeling of his length dragging against your walls made your head feel just as empty as before. "So good! I-I love it!" You cried out, "I love it so much Taemin!" You felt so desperate, and when he finally stopped, leaving the head of his cock inside of you, the desperate feeling grew until you began moving yourself against him, saying in an unexpectedly coaxing voice "Please, give me more," the pillow like tone made Taemin's stomach swell with heat, as he looked you in your eyes he felt chills all over his body. Once again, he's reminded that no matter his amount of dominance and control could stop you from winning in the end, he's a slave to you, and all it takes is one simple look for him to be on his knees, ready and willing to serve and please.
"Please?" You pushed your hips against his, the pout on your face only adding to his downfall, "god, you're so pretty..." Finally, he snapped his hips forward and slammed into you, Taemin wasted no time in setting a fast pace, he was too lost in your desires to hold back and start slow. Tingles rush up from the tip of his spine, covering the back of his neck and head as you squeeze around him and leak onto the sheets, "fuck...fuck you feel so good," he sounded as if he could cry already, and you were no different, you whimpered as you became increasingly intoxicated by the mind-blowing pleasure, you couldn't care less about the pain in your wrists, every time the head of his dick hit your cervix and pressed into that spot, you felt your grip on reality slipping further and further away, it felt like you were floating, a puddle forms in your stomach, your eyes roll back and you throw your head back.
Neither of you speak, and you both were so enthralled by this ecstasy, your bodies felt like they were becoming one, like you were melting from the heat. Taemin's mind was becoming blank as the sound of your tranquil breaths stir his brain, you feel like heaven. "Tae-Taemin..." you called out his name, your voice is so beautiful to him, he can't stop, he wants to be deeper inside of you, he wanted to be so deep inside of you that he'd never be able to pull out. "Tae...oh god! Taemin!" You squirm and wrap your legs around him tightly, holding him almost still, "fuck...it feels like...you..." he threw his head back and went faster, "god, you're gonna drive me crazy." You could feel him twitch inside of you, he was getting close already, Taemin was never one to be quick in bed, but occasionally, when he feel especially horny, he won't be able to hold himself back.
So instead of allowing himself to cum, he pulled out of you, right away you whined, you clenched around nothing as you whimper, "I know baby," he helped you up and led you to the edge of the bed, "lean over the bed for me," you quickly follow his lead, you know that you can trust him not to let you fall so you leaned over the edge of the bed knowing that he'd keep you from hurting yourself, and he did, right as you began to lean, he grabbed your hips and pulled you back so that only your head was hanging over the edge. Taemin pulled your hips up a little more, he forced you to arch your back and held your hand before slowly filling you up with his self again. The new angle made him feel so much deeper, you moaned loudly at the feeling while unconsciously moving forward. But Taemin stopped you, he held your body in place and pulled your back your hands, "Stay still baby, I don't want you to fall."
Your head feels like it's reeling, you whimpered and cursed as intense waves of pleasure cause you to breathe heavily, your eyes rolled back and you pushed back into him, your skin slapping together creating a lewd wet sound that fills the room. Your stomach clenched and you go quiet, you practically drool from the feeling of Taemin, and it doubles when he reaches his hand around and pulled you up by the throat, his hand carefully wrapped around you while the other slipped down to your clit, "I love you so much Y/N," your stomach felt like it was doing flips, your breathing completely stopped and you leaned your head back against his shoulder, "I love you so much, you're driving me crazy," you gasped and pleaded with him to let you cum, the puddle inside of your stomach becomes a pool, your eyes began to water, it felt like you were going to explode, "wait, just hold it, you can do that can't you?" You nodded, but it was no way you could hold back any longer.
Taemin could tell too, the way your walls convulsed around him told him that you were going to cum rather he told you to or not, but he didn't care, he was too close to try to stop you. Your heat was melting him and the feeling of your arousal spilling all over him turned him on even more, "I-I can't!" You cried out, his movements became harsher and the circles he rubbed on your clit were looser and sloppy but they collided perfectly and edging you closer and closer to your peak, "it's okay...it's okay baby, go ahead...cum for me baby," his sexual coos wrap around your mind and you fall into it, just as he said, you completely unravel, your liquids flood him and your warmth pulls him in deeper, just as you cum, he follows behind you, cumming deep inside of you from the feeling. You sobbed quietly from the feeling, his cum filled you up so perfectly, you could feel it spreading and the throbbing from his cock made you feel so filthy.
Taemin moans in your ear, his voice is soft and angelic, he moves his hand from your throat and clit and holds you against him as if you were going to break. The euphoric feeling washes over both your bodies and as he pulls out, his cum seeps out, dripping down your thighs, you both take a second, he continued to hold you before carefully untying your hands and helping you get back on the bed. Neither of you speak for a second, you both lay next to each other in a comfortable silence, catching your breath and collecting your thoughts. The aftermath finally catching up with you as you turn your head to him and smile, "Are you okay?" He asks, "I didn't go too far did I?" You shake your head and laugh a little, you knew he'd get worried afterward, he's always like this after intense role play, "no, of course not," you kiss the tip of his nose and smile at him, "you did amazing."
"You sure?" He turns on his side and wraps his arm around your waist, "I mean, you looked genuinely scared, I thought you forgot for a second," he says, you shake your head and close your eyes, you feel sleepy already "Nope..." you sigh happily and look at him again, "I loved every second of it." Finally, after so long, Taemin kisses you, his soft lips melt into yours and you close your eyes, butterflies fill your stomach and that loving feeling you've been waiting for washes over you, you wrap yourself around him, already falling asleep before he even pulled away, "I missed you so much darling," he says quietly, Taemin like you, was also falling asleep, "I missed you more," he kisses your forehead and holds you close while muttering a soft 'I love you', as you both drift off into sleep, peacefully, happily, and satisfied.
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Please Amore.
<< a taemin x reader story>>
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asdfghjkl; I'm fine seriously. Totally have recovered(?) No I have not been sitting on this fic for a while.
Pairings : Taemin x female!reader Genre: Smut. Content Warning : 18+, Minors DNI, Yeah it is smut okay?! Synopsis: You missed a side of Taemin. The non-gentle side of Taemin. And you are hellbent in seeing it. Authors Note: Seem I am incapable of writing anything short? So here ya go darlings. Another long read of Taemin torturing us.
You relaxed back into your seat of the green room, watching through the monitor of Taemin's performance. He was breathless, sweating and positively oozing with 'fuck me' energy. Something about him performing Strings really stirred something in you where you couldn't control yourself around him. It was like a little drug in your system that craved being held by him, being right under him. A lump in your throat caused you to cough violently which caused the stylists and other stage staff to giggle at you a bit.
It was not a secret, at least to anyone in the industry that Taemin had been seeing someone since before enlisting in the army. Even eagle-eyed fans knew that the very song he was singing was on ode to someone he was seeing. If anything, Taemin was no stranger to releasing music that felt sinful but with such an angelic voice, it offered that duality that piqued the interest of fans.
Such a daring mixture to play Strings after Heaven too. It made you laugh how bold Taemin has been and it's something you needed him to let loose out on you. You wandered out of the green room so you could wander towards the side of the stage, wondering if you can take a peek through the equipment. Staff were running back and forth, making sure the the lighting underneath the tilted stage were still responding when the lights needed to be changed,
Taemin was not even halfway through his set list and he was already annoying you and you had to sit there and witness this man, not only ruin your life but as well as thousands of Shawols' lives too, purely by existing. You try not to even think about the stunt he pulled with Criminal. So early onto the concert too. That's right honey, destroy all our fucking underwear why don't you. Groaning, you ask the stage manager if you could borrow some items that could make you pass as stage staff so you could walk around top up Taemin's water bottle collection.
You were surprised when a stylist noona commented that you could probably fit into Taemin's regular clothes and go out unnoticed if you layer and pad yourself out. While jamming to Taemin singing his pretty little heart out, you rush back to the green room and throwing Taemin's clothes on and layering a thick hoodie on top of it all. His favourite cap laid on the makeup table. If I wear this, would he recognize it's me? You quickly grab the hat and tuck your hair in before the same stylist walked in with a black mask and glasses.
She comments how it might help and shield your face a bit more, understanding how fans might not take a random female stage staff too lightly, but also just in case you might get recognized in the future.
As you walk back to the side stage an ahjussi has prepared a staff lanyard for you and headphones. With this, you truly looked like you have been working as a stage staff the whole time. Euisoo saunters towards you, giving you water bottles to carry outside, commenting to keep your head down and try not to distract Taemin. He warned you knowing fully well, that while you may have no intention or plans or even attempts to distract him, he knows Taemin well enough that the mere sight of you, or your presence amongst the crowd sends the boy on frenzy and ends up distracting himself.
Taemin would finally have a chance to settle, get some water, not wanting to pull away from his adoring fans. He was so grateful for them and you admired how humble he was under the care, love and support Shawols have given him. You make your way out the hidden staff door under the stage so you could hug the walls of the platform, walking to the nearest water station and placing the bottles Euisoo had given to you.
The cold arena felt suddenly warm as Taemin walks towards where you were picking up a water bottle, crouching down. He surely couldn't have noticed you already did he? With your head down, you stand back, stepping beside one of the ground staff who were talking to Taemin through his earpiece. Idle babble of lighting, warning about various pyro and confetti explosions and adjusting sounds were going on. A supposed 15 minute conversation happened in less than a minute in your head, surprised by how efficient Taemin was communicating with the team while his mic was still on, giving hand signals for simple yes and no questions. All the while, he was staring you down every now and then while he conversed with the fans.
Of course he noticed you. He could pick you out from a line-up, while horribly wasted and half blind. Taemin also knew what you were like, how this side of him performing drove you insane. He was so happy to leave you accustomed to his chaotic childlike, puppy behaviour at home, that when he switches during performances or in bed, it felt like a bus had crashed into you from how sudden and unexpected it is.
You did only have yourself to blame, afterall you were the one with the pitiful request to let Taemin spare you from his sinful advances on a very regular and almost too frequent basis. As much as you adored the side of Taemin that you see in stage, with you, it felt like he had set the dial was at 100. Taemin was rough for sure, his dominant streak was what got you hooked and dear gods he was good at it too.
How on one occasion during his trip back home from the military, for a family dinner, Taemin had used the small kitchen to his advantage, brushing his hips against yours with a slight buck, whenever he needed something from the cupboard in front of you. How during a photo-op encouraged by his mom, caused him to delicately trail his fingers up and down your spine, which he knew sent you dizzy and breathless. Yes that is what Taemin loved to do to you, to tease you in public. While he may have enough self composure to not go wild, you however could not and by the wee hours of the night, you are begging, pleading and if it was in an empty house, probably screaming Taemin's praises.
But after one too many arguments, accusing Taemin that he only wanted you for your body, the quality of sex didn't necessarily die down, but the significant decrease meant that Taemin was more susceptible to being more casual, more tender and loving. It's no surprise to anyone, but Taemin was a cheesy romantic. He was the type to scatter rose petals in the bath tub when you had a long day. He was the type to quietly harass Kai, Jimin and Ravi to go to a spontaneous location he had picked mere minutes ago so he could take you there and by the time you two have arrived, Taemin's friends would be panting, breathless after quickly decorating a very elaborate and stocked picnic set-up.
At it's very core, it was all romantic and yes Taemin had no qualms in ravaging you in public, but nowadays it felt like Taemin no longer fucking you but made love to you instead, which was completely two separate things for you. You loved getting fucked by your boyfriend but you treasured being made love to even more.. It was heated and passionate without the frills and it was just the two of you with Taemin coveting your body like the goddess he deemed you to be. But you weren't an idiot or insensitive either, deep down more than ever you knew, Taemin craved that extra form of control, to have you be a broken mess under him, to have you be at every beck and call to his commands, not because you were scared but because you did enjoy it as much as he did.
Gods, how long have you been staring at him from the bottom of the stage? You were so lost in your thoughts that you had been functioning on auto-pilot for the last few minutes and if it weren't for the explosion during Danger, nothing would have snapped you out of it. From the corners of your eyes. you saw Euisoo gesture for you to rush towards him to the staff door. The manager, mentions something about outfit change and having Taemin upside down again and how your boyfriend might appreciate a comforting face for support.
"Wah, Lee Taemin, you were so cool out the there!", you exclaimed as you walk back into the green room.
There he was, your own personal Adonis, shirtless once more, holding his next outfit in his hands. Shocked that he wasn't dreaming that you were indeed wearing his clothes as you plop his hoodie on a sofa. "Were?" he cocked his brow at your statement.
"Are. Still are" you corrected yourself at his behest, stepping towards him as the stylists carefully take the mic pack away from his trousers, setting it aside. While yes it is their job to get the idol all dressed up and ready, you really did not need to see them get handsy on your man, despite them having literally the most purest of intentions. "Don't worry eonnies, I can dress him from here", you stated out loud, casting your eyes at the women as they remained while Taemin walked towards the changing screen to change in private, had they stayed in the room.
At your words, Taemin cracked a grin, looking back behind him. Is his girlfriend having a stand-off with his stylist noonas? The air was thick with tension and you couldn't have been anymore obvious that you wanted them out of the room. He offers a nod to one of the older stylists that it was okay. It wasn't your first rodeo in getting him ready. For the better part of 'Hard' promotions, Taemin had you chasing after him because he refuses to get his hair and makeup done properly after eating and mainly because he got distracted annoying Key about their 'couple bags'.
As soon as the doors closed and that you two were finally alone, Taemin, resumed getting undressed, hastily putting on the red outfit left behind consisting of some baggy pants and a very convoluted styled sweatshirt with dangling pieces of fabric and an overskirt to wear over his pants. Meanwhile, you had approached him with a puff sponge in one hand, already coated in product as you dab at his face gently, working the product in and trying to apply it evenly, lifting his chin so you could even out his jawline. Your fingers playful trickle down the side of his neck before wrapping them around the base, looking up at him with desires that could burn this room right now.
Taemin quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling them away from his neck, still holding on with a firm grip, his head lowered, just so his lips were mere millimetres away from each other. Before he could lean in to kiss you, your head darted back, avoiding his advances. You stumble backwards to walk towards the vanity. With a slight bend of your back and over the table, you dropped the sponge and picked up a lip tint this time, carefully applying it to yourself with your fingers without contaminating the applicator.
You watched through the mirror as your partner's eyes had darkened, watching you bent over any surface, watching your finger carefully swipe against your plush bottom lip before biting them, as your siren eyes lure him even so slightly. You played coy as you rested both of your hands on the desk to keep yourself up while jutting out your backside for Taemin's viewing pleasure. Your hands carelessly tousled through your hair before hiding a devilish grin behind them as they cascade to frame your face.
How is it, not a word has been uttered between the two of you and yet so much was said. You were trying to play with fire and Taemin was not pleased by your actions. He lets out a little cough to break the silence, making his way towards you. One hand grip at the backrest of a chair that was standing beside you, he carefully lifts to tilt it forward an inch before slamming the back legs down to catch your attention, almost making your jump in your spot.
Your body effortlessly sway and sit down on the seat Taemin had moved, your eyes were more alert, constantly staring at the dark haired boy through the mirror. His tongue clicks, before standing right behind you, his eye were barely peeking through his fringes. You didn't like it when you couldn't see his eyes. Usually they were the first giveaway of what emotions he was feeling at a given moment. "Hands clasped behind the chair", he orders.
You struggle at his words, they sounded a bit darker and lustful. "We don't have much time, amore",
With a nod, your hands finds themselves clasped together, your eyes never leaving the sight of him. You wanted to take it all in, you wanted to see the switch, the dial up past 100. Taemin's hands rest on your shoulders, lightly massaging them as they make they way towards the nape of you neck. Taemin quickly rustled through his pockets taking out a lengthy red fabric, arranging it accordingly before wrapping it around your eyes, doing a loose knot behind your head.
It wasn't long before his fingers thread through your hair, clasping a fistful and pulling your head back. You normally would have let out a pained mewled but Taemin didn't give you a chance as his lips crashed down onto yours, feverishly kissing you while his spare hand roams your chest, carelessly grabbing at your breast, trying to push his digits past the bounds of your bra so he could pinch your nipple through your shirt.
His touch almost scalds you as quivers and squirm in his hands. God you craved his touch so much, you desperately sought out for his fiery skin against yours. You can already imagine how it would feel so nice to feel how soft his skin is, how it is hot to touch, how it smoothly glides against your own, every cell and fibre getting electrocuted at the intensity of it all. Damn clothes. Damn fucking clothes. You mewled more desperately into his kiss, silently pleading more.
As much as Taemin wanted to tease you, he couldn't resist. You could feel the back of your head hit what you assumed is his abdomen. His fistful grip never left your head, occasionally tugging at it, but not his other hand found your knee and with a swipe up towards your heated core, your legs had unconsciously spread open for him, his fingers trailing circles around your thighs. You found it hard to keep the grip on your own hand as you desperately wanted to touch him as well, to guide his hands where it mattered, but if you disobeyed him, he might not even touch you tonight.
The man's hands fumbled against his jeans which you were wearing and until there was enough give, he snaked his hand through the crotch area and began teasing your heated mound through the fabric of your underwear, eliciting a very audible gasp out of you. His lips were suddenly close to your ear, with heavy breathing. "Don't make a sound mi amore, they will hear how slutty you get", he teased.
You bit your lips trying to contain your voice, but it didn't help that Taemin was talented in finding your bundle of nerves, his finger pressing on it rhythmically and circling it around that cased your body to lean forward in pain. Taemin continued his pace before a teasing finger had pressed your underwear a little bit into you.
The sudden intrusion had cause your legs to almost snap shut, trapping Taemin's hands in between your thighs and it weren't for his growl, you would have followed through, but you focused so hard in keeping your legs spread, your thighs slightly convulsing after straining to stay open. Taemin rewarded your efforts by delicately manoeuvring his fingers to set aside your underwear and bury two fingers immediately into you, causing your body to lean forward even more, your lips spread almost silently screaming.
Taemin watched through the mirror as your body jolts here and there as his fingers relentlessly pumps into you, groaning at how your walls clenched around his digits, the only noise filling the room were subdued panting and squelching noises. "Don't you look pretty like this, mi amore", he asks pulling your head up by your hair.
What a stupid question. You were blindfolded, but you knew what he meant. He loved how easy it was for you to fantasize about what was happening to your whenever you were blindfold. As if you seeing yourself come undone by Taemin, helpless and needy, made you so much more wetter. "Amore..", you whimpered. "Please..."
Taemin let's out a sinister chuckle before whispering, "No". With his words, he pulled his fingers out quickly out of you and quickly grabbed the blindfold off you before rushing towards the door. You were so lost in the moment, you had not even realized there had been knocking voices for Taemin to get on the stage to get strapped in for the rotating platform.
Your look at yourself through the mirror wondering how the ever loving fuck did you look so dishevelled. A few baby coughs left your chest as you recollect yourself before standing up, finding it hard as a noticeable pressure has built up between your legs. Fucking Taemin, you are a dick, you thought to yourself before standing up to walk out of the room to see Taemin, already harnessed on and about to flipped for his entrance to 'Door'
As the concert continued, you stayed in the side-lines and watched Taemin perform, cheering quietly from where you were as to not disturb the staff who you already have probably annoyed tonight.
When it was time for another outfit change, Taemin hurried towards the sides, calling your name out repeatedly. The man stated out loud that you would be helping him get dressed again which caused the stylists to back down and giggle as his words caused an annoyed scowl plastered all over your face. His hands have a death grip around your wrists once more, rushing towards the room and giving the door a little slam. "Tae, you need to chill, people will definitely think we are about to fuck", you sighed as you stumble into the dimmed room.
"Fuck them" Taemin lets out a growl, a growl you know to well as his 'I'm horny and I'm angry growl'.
Before you could utter another word, Taemin grabs you by the shoulders, pushing you towards the makeup table, his hand roaming your sides and back as he plants a doozy of a kiss, forcing your lips apart with his tongue. It was like a familiar dance that you have found yourself in. He pushes you onto any surface and your automatic instinct is to sit on it, parting your legs to give room for Taemin to between them, while your arms are hooked on his shoulder, pulling him more into the kiss.
"Mmf--What. Am. I. Going. To. Do. With. You" Taemin groans, enunciating every word with a kiss, starting from your lips that trailed to your jaws then neck.
"Anything please. Everything." the words fell like a lump of nonsense and mumbles, but you were too focused on the fact that Taemin had nipped slightly on your neck.
Your pleading voice arouses him further, his hand snake up your body, tugging harshly onto the shirt you were wearing before lifting them up. You could see his eyes were filled with hunger seeing your breasts practically pooling out of your bra.
His lips began to pepper kisses along your chest before latching onto one of the mounds, sucking and biting on it, while his hands playfully massage them, flicking and pinching your nipples occasionally. "Tae wait.. if you keep doing that.. I can't help being loud" you gasped.
"Well then amore, hopefully you can control yourself" he winks up at you before sliding downwards kissing your stomach and placing tepid kisses on your hips.
His trip back up to kiss your lips was nothing short of sweet as he find the familiarity of stripping his jeans off you, picking up your hips so he could also include your underwear in the mix. The moment he heard the thud of the clothing hit the floor, Taemin spreads your legs once more and knelt in front of you with that darn devilish grin of his.
He makes the gesture of shh, placing a finger on his lips before using the same finger and slowly enter your core, causing you to whimper. Taemin chuckles to himself, knowing fully well that you were too bothered and sensitive to have the capacity of being silent. He pumps the lone finger, his head tilting from side to side so he could observe your face and body.
Your hips were bucking like you needed more, a small movement but it encouraged Taemin to add a second finger in, fully in motion of thrusting inside of you, twisting and spreading you to the best of his abilities. Once his fingers hook at a certain spot, he watches your head throw itself back, letting out a loud cough to cover your whimper.
You were seeing stars and your breathing had become so audible, you were convinced floor staff had heard you. You try to look down at your boyfriend pump his fingers into you unforgivingly but seeing the sight of him part his lips and envelop your clit was a sight to behold indeed.
Such sheepish licks, caused a shockwave through your body and all you could think of was trapping Taemin's head in your thighs as you grab his hair, trying to keep him down there until he finished you off.
You could feel the peak approaching as Taemin made good work of his mouth and fingers, making sure he savoured the taste of you while he was down there. But truly nothing could prepare you for Taemin immediately pulling away when you stated how close you were to bliss. Your body barely knew how to react as you let out a little cry, the sudden missing feeling of Taemin on you, made you tremble.
"Please Amore... that was mean.. " you panted, your vision settling to see he was in the midst of changing into the final lilac suit.
"Mean? What's mean is you not using your pretty little mouth"
You look up to see that Taemin had left the blazer and trousers unbuttoned and through his black boxers, perfectly outlined his erection. His body slumped back onto the sofa in the room, beckoning you to move towards him. He chuckles darkly as he watches you naked from the waist down and your shirt rolled upwards, resting on the slope of your breasts. "Here, just in case", he laughs once more, chucking a blanket scarf your direction.
You catch the item, roughly wrapping it around your waist , enough to cover your privates but thin enough to know you were bare under it. In a fluid motion, you crouch down to crawl towards Taemin, settling yourself between his legs. Your hands roam his thighs before meeting at the band of his boxers, sheepishly tugging it down until his dick had popped out, surprising you. "May I taste it... Sir?" your eyes lift ever so slightly.
As if it wasn't obvious from Taemin's hitched breath and the way his cock twitched, hearing you mewl your last word sent chills through his body. The last time you had called him that was the last time he acted as a dominant and where you finally argued with him about feeling like a sex toy rather than his girlfriend in bed. He doesn't recall being disrespectful but is fully aware that he gets in the zone too hard and would punish you equally as his previous bratty submissive partners.
Taemin carefully reaches forward, brushing your hair and holding it to a ponytail with a firm grip. His other hand cups your cheeks, his thumb tenderly brushes against your lips before using his hold on your hair to guide you closer to his aching member.
Without wasting time, your tongue darts out to lick from base to tip before opening your mouth to take him in. "F..fuck y/n"
You giggle despite having your mouth filled as you proceed to bob your head up and down, twirling your tongue and moaning. The vibrations and sensations overwhelm Taemin as his hips jerk upwards, causing your to gag a little. While it didn't deter you from continuing on, it was enough of a sign for him to use your mouth as he pleases.
Taemin roughens his grip on your hair, pushing you down as his hips thrust up. God he missed this. He missed fucking your face, hearing your stubborn coughs as you allow him to abuse your throat like this. He couldn't help notice how gorgeous you were like this. His obedient girl. Something primal triggered within him as he watches you remain strong willed to not pull away, noticing how strings of saliva had began dripping from the corners off your mouth. How he was fucking your mouth had become so messy with slight tears smudging your own makeup and how the slightest hint of your lipstick has tinted the base of his cock. Taemin lets out as hiss as you fully take him in with a pause letting the tip of his member rest at the back of your mouth.
Just because he denied you your orgasm, doesn't mean he doesn't get to finish. He internally swears he will make it worth it. He tries to shift in his seat, so he could lean forward to give a gratuitous slap on your ass as he keeps your head down on him. "Drink me up Amore.. " he grunts every word with a thrust, picking up the pace.
It didn't take long before he mewls your name, coughing and using whatever articles of clothing to dampen the sound escaping his lips. You could feel string after string as Taemin fills up your mouth with his cum. You lap it all up, making sure not one drop is wasted as you lean back to an upright position sitting on your knees.
Taemin lets out a few more coughs, trying to collect himself, panting heavily as he smirks at you. You daintily wipe the corners of your mouth with your finger and offer him a little smile. "I think the fans have finished singing" you note.
Right on queue, the knock finally at the door came, asking Taemin to come out quickly. "I promise to make it up to you Amore" he whispers, his hands cupping your face to place a kiss on your forehead before standing up to finish getting dressed and heading out.
You sat alone in that room, thinking to yourself how you couldn't wait for him to fulfil his promise. You desperately craved his primal side now.
As if the stylists knew something funky went on in the room, they knock, just to make sure, that you were okay for them to come in to tidy up. You cough and hurriedly scoot to where Taemin had stripped you, grabbing your underwear and rushing towards the changing screen, calling them in.
As soon as you finally had calmed down and made yourself modest, you rushed out back to the side stage, making sure you were there for Taemin as he wraps up his final set. You were in such awe and couldn't wait to drown him in affection and congratulatory praises, but your cheeks were downright flushed thinking about the prospects of what happens next.
You were too lost in your own dirty fantasies that you had not noticed Key and Minho standing in front of you, waving and trying to pull you out of your daydreams. "Yah, Lee Taemin, I think y/n is no longer with us" Key calls out to your boyfriend who had just exited the main stage and rushing to hug Minho and Key.
"H-huh?" you mumbled, finally snapping out of your thoughts to see the three Shinee members standing in front of you, smiling however Taemin's was coated with wickedness.
"Wow. You really love him so much that you are in awe huh" Key jokingly scoffs at your direction.
"I couldn't be more proud of him" you giggled, stepping forward to embrace Taemin and peck his lips. "By the way, I didn't put my underwear back on, but the eonnies left you a spare change of clothes" you whispered into his ear.
Taemin chuckles as he pulls away, pardoning himself so he could get changed. Conversations happened here and there and instead of celebrating immediately with drinks and food close by, Taemin had suggested that he wanted to go home first to let his mom know that he was planning on drinking and might be home late and need her to take care of the cats.
This was obviously a lie, kind of. His mom would need to take care of the cats however, due to Taemin's busy schedule, the cats were at her place instead for the weekend.
As the pair of you began to part ways from everyone after an agonizingly painful debate on where to eat, and one heated argument with Euisoo later, Taemin managed to convince his manager that he would like the chance to be able to drive his his girlfriend to the next location and be able to bond with here in peace.
What a fool they were for thinking how cute that sounded because as far as you were concerned, you and Taemin never really made it further out of the carpark.
After waving everyone off, Taemin had hurriedly thrown you into the backseat of his car, jumping in with you with a hungry kiss. "Mmmf, Taemin.. you sure?? Here?" you gasped in between his barrage of kisses.
"Taemin? What happened to Sir" his tone had shifted once more. "Beside I thought you might appreciate the intimacy of a tight enclosed space. Now what was that again about not having your underwear on"
You giggled as you lean against the passenger door, raising your hips so you could pull out said article of clothing from the back pocket.
"How dirty of you Amore, soiling my clothes like this" Taemin whispers, his hands falling familiar to unbuttoning the jeans once more and tugging at them so they just gathered around your knees.
Taemin pulls you off your position and despite the tight area, he manoeuvred you with ease, placing you in front of him bent over, with your hands in the footwell to keep yourself up and your ass in perfect view from his face.
He daringly bites the plump flesh of your cheeks causing you to wince, with his hands once more, teasing your core. Flick. "Amore, listen to me well.." Flick. "Sir desperately wants to fuck you senseless" Flick. "I want this car to shake and be filled with your screams. Okay?" his words were concise but struggled here and there.
He gave a good smack on your ass once more, enough that it stung but that was a sign to get it moving. He had quickly discarded his trousers and boxers, lost in the void of the front seats. Your body shuffled once more to allow yourself and Taemin to be in position where you could sit on his lap, there was not much headroom, but you found yourself leaning back into him, back flushed against his chest
You spat on your hand enough that when you reach down to hold Taemin's member, it was enough lubrication the guide the tip at your entrance, hesitating for a bit.
Taemin however could not wait as he thrusts up, intruding and spreading your open earning a pleased groan out of you. Finally all the tension in your body caved into the pleasure of having Taemin's cock in you. You absorbed every movement as he makes the best effort of plunging in and out of you in a steady rhythm making your bounce on his lap. "Nngh.. sir.. please" you whimpered.
"Please what?"
"More please.."
Taemin secured his arms around your torso, and slightly sinking into the seat so he had the positional advantage to drive himself up in you in a rapid pace. Your grip shifted to hold onto the backrest of the front seats almost holding yourself in place because if Taemin thrusted any harder and you would be either through the roof of the car or half of your body would be over the centre console.
It didn't matter that you were uncomfortable as the euphoric feeling zaps every nerve in your system, overwhelmed by how rough and aggressive Taemin was getting with his pounding. Delicate fingers sneak under your shirt and what could only be described as the man handling of your breasts.
Taemin's name would be the only word left in your brain as he softly whispers sweet nothings into your ear. His hot breath felt like fire against your skin and hearing his shaky breaths and how he moans your name, it sent you wild. "y/n.. y/n.. y/n.. god you. drive. me. insane" he punctuates his words with long and deep thrusts.
Those thrusts came with a price as it it had tickled just the right spots in you evoking a squeal and your walls clenching down on him. You couldn't tell if it was dark out or had your eyes been squeezed shut and you were beginning to see stars. "Taemin .. I mean.. sir.. please fill me up" you moaned, turning your head to look back at him.
He chuckles, pushing your ass up and off it, giving it a quick slap and kiss. "Turn around, I want to look into your eyes as I flood you y/n".
Obedient as you were, it took a few attempts to get to a comfortable position in the back seat as you straddled Taemin, drinking up the sight of how sweaty he had gotten, how his eyes were half lidded shut, equally lost in his arousal. Unconsciously, you began to grind on his shaft, teasing the both of you as his tip poked at your entrance every now and then.
The hot air surrounded the two of you as streams of panting came from both of you. For a small moment, you manage to catch Taemin's eye, filled love and desire. He offers you a soft smile, hand placed on your cheeks. Without breaking eye contact, his spare hand reaches down so he could align himself so in your next grind, he would finally fill you up again, letting out a shudder. Your walls were gripping around him tight and he knew fully well, you two wouldn't last at this rate.
Taemin leans forward to nibble at your collarbone, slapping your ass once more to get you moving as you now bounce up and down, feeling more intense by the minute. He would make you lose your mind even further as me meets your bounce with the thrust, essentially slamming his self into you. His name fell from your lips like a trance, singing his praises and how you craved him.
Your body could barely hold itself together as your body collapses backwards ignoring the fact that your balance was supported by the front two seats, your shoulder resting on either side. Taemin watch your body arches, eyes ogling as your breasts flail with every buck of his hips. His hands get to work. One hand reaches up at your neck, wrapping his fingers around them and applying pressure while the other hand palms at your lower abdomen, sinking lower until his thumb could reach to stimulate your clit once more.
Taemin was more that happy to comply that he would make it up to you. You were a mewling and moaning mess under his control and he could see that you were on the brink of probably causing a scene as your volume was probably leaking out of the car. "Amore.. wait... wait..", you could barely speak out as a scream teared through your throat as you finally reach your release.
Your whole body contorts and honestly, you would have screamed bloody murder if it weren't for the fact Taemin's hands was on your throat and essentially holding you down. Seeing the sight before him unravel, it didn't take long for Taemin to follow suit, releasing his own into you.
There was moment of silence before you felt Taemin's arms snake around you, pulling you back to him. "I think... we should bail on dinner" he breaths out against your skin making you mewl.
"Amore.. we can't keep disappearing on group dinners"
"Fine... but when we get home we need to discuss some safe words before I break you"
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yootaesowlwrites · 7 months
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Practice Room
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A/N: This is a free choice fic. Imagine who you want to for this.
Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.
W/C: 1.8K
Warnings: Smut, explicit language, mention of blowjob, masturbation, phone sex, nicknames,
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the  age of 16+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
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To say you weren’t expecting a call from your boyfriend only a few hours after he had left for a late-night practice was an understatement, but the way he looked was not how you expected to see when you answered the FaceTime call. His hair was soaked with sweat and sticking to his forehead, yet some parts of it looked dishevelled, you could see his flushed skin and the way the sweat glistened in the light.
“I thought you were dancing,” You say as you sit upright in bed. You prop yourself against the headboard and lazily move one arm over your head as you lovingly stare at your phone, or more at the man on your phone screen.
“Baby…” He heavily breathes. Your eyes widen as you hear his tone, and you practically straighten up, and that’s when you pick up on how dark his eyes are, lust and need swirled in them. “Fuck, you shouldn’t have given me that blowjob earlier…” An hour or two before he had left for the studio, you were on your knees in front of him and his hands tangled into your hair as you looked up at him so sinfully as you had your mouth stuffed with his cock.
“Was it that good?” You ask, feeling a sense of pride growing inside your chest. “You really couldn’t focus on practice and thought more about your dick inside my mouth, how I looked up at you with big eyes and breathed loudly as I take more and more of you in my mouth, the head of you slipping down my th—”
“Baaabbyyy,” He whines out and leans his head against a white wall. “Fuck, I called you to help, but you’re making it worse,” He moves the camera lower, and you saw the giant tent in his sweats. “Fuck, this is your fault, you need to help take care of this,” You lick your lips and adjust yourself into a more comfortable position.
“Take your pants off,” You mumble. “Is anybody there or is anyone going to disturb you?” You watch his free hand come into view and push his pants down, along with his underwear. You push your legs together as you watch his hard cock spring free and slap against his lower stomach, leaving a smear of his arousal behind on his tanned skin, some of it getting on his happy trail.
“Nobody, it’s like a ghost town here,” He says. You nod your head, even though he was holding the camera away from his face, and you knew he wasn’t going to see. “It felt so good what you did to me earlier,” You lick your lips as you feel your own skin slowly starting to heat up with excitement.
“You really do need the help,” You whisper. “Cup yourself for me,” You watch his hand cup the underside of his cock and hear a groan from him. “Slide your hand up and down,” He does what you say, and you hear his breathing only getting louder. You weren’t completely sure where he was inside the company building, but you had a feeling it was in the dance practice room. “Wanna turn the camera towards the mirror for me?” You watch the phone lift before it freezes for a split second as he switches the camera to face the mirror. “I knew it…”
“It’s just me here…” He mutters. You could see him completely through the mirror, the way he held the phone and the way he sat against the wall across from the mirror. “It got so bad while I was dancing, I couldn’t focus at all,” You lick your lips as you let your eyes move towards his cock he was still palming.
“Can you move closer to the mirror?” You ask. You watch him pull his hand away and move himself closer to the mirror, close enough for you to see what you want and need to see. “Good boy,” He lets out a soft whimper. “Wrap your hand around yourself,” He lets out a breathy groan as his fingers wrap around the base of his length. “Fuck, watch you do this… being like this, it makes me want to come to you,” You unconsciously move one of your hands over your pyjama shorts and press your fingers down against your folds, and felt your juices moving between them. “Move your hand, slowly.”
“Oh, gawd…” He groans as he slowly slides his hand upwards to the tip of his cock. You watch as he slides the palm of his hand over the tip before moving it down his length, leaving a trail of his arousal along his cock, before his hand slid back upwards to collect more of his pre-cum onto his hand. “Fuck, so good…” You watch him rub the palm of his hand over the head of his cock in a circular motion.
“Baby…” You mumble as you press your fingers harder against your folds, pressing near your clit. “Gawd…” His breathing gets harder, and you could feel sweat forming on your skin from hearing the little whimpers and groans from his lips. “Move your hand away from the head.”
“Y/n… baby…” He whimpers. He slowly slides his hand away from the head, and you could see the red angry tip leaking more, his hand was probably coated with his arousal. “Baby…” You could see his stomach rising and falling through the mirror.
“Can you do me a favour… take off your hoodie and shirt,” You say. You almost whine as he puts the phone down and disappears from your view, you hear the sound of clothes shuffling and moments later he is back in your view, and you can see his toned arms and his toned torso clearer now. “Fuck… yes,” You slide your hand upwards and slip it between your pyjama pants and panties and cup yourself through your panties. “Take your thumb, baby…” You watch him wrap his hand around himself again and slowly move his thumb to the slit on his cock. “That’s it, play with it,” You press against your folds again, and rub up and down over the panties.
“Yyyy/nnnn…” He whines out as he circles his thumb over the slit of his cock. You could see his arousal coating his thumb, making it glisten in the light. “Fuck, fuck… I’m…” His tone sounded strained, and you had a feeling he wasn’t going to last very long.
“How long did you try and hold out, baby?” You ask in a teasing tone. “Too long?” You slide your fingers to the side of your panties and pull them aside before pressing them against your exposed folds and slowly pushing your digits past them.
“Y-yes, fu-fuck, too lo-long,” He stutters. You could see sweat rolling down his chest and over his stomach, his thigh muscles bulging in the mirror, and you could see his hand gripping the phone harder. “I’m going to…”
“Slide along it, baby,” You say. You watch him slide his thumb along his slit, and smile as you watch his body begin to shake, your view of him becomes shaky as well, and you wished you were right in front of him to experience it. “Keep going, make yourself cum on yourself,” Your eyes move to his abdomen, and you could see his muscles pulling and twitching, the sound of his groans and loud breathing was making your mind spin. “When you get home… eat me out.”
“Fuck, Y/n, you can’t say stuff like that…” He groans. His hand begins bobbing up and down around the head of his cock, while his thumb continues to slide along the slit. He could feel his balls tightening as his high was nearing, and rapidly as well.
“I mean it, eat me out, even if I’m asleep, I’ll be fucking soaked,” You say. Your eyes flash towards his throat and watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he breathes in rapidly and loudly. “Cum for me, baby, make a mess of yourself for me,” You watch him throw his head back against the wall and listen to his moans becoming louder and deeper.
“Yyy/nnn… fuck, yes, I’m… for you, fuck… fuck,” He groans. His movements become more rapid, and you watch his eyes fall shut, his lids move and twitch before you watch his body begin to shake with pleasure. “Y/N!” His head turns from side to side against the wall, and you lower your eyes to watch ropes of cum spilling from his cock and onto his lower stomach and onto his thighs.
“That’s it, fuck, that’s it, baby, just like that,” You say. His muscles twitch and pull as he goes through his orgasm, he was a mess, and it was all because of you. He was a mess for you.
“Y/n, fuck, baby, baby, fuck!” He moans. His hand falls to the floor, and you watch him from a different angle as he goes through his high. “FUCK, fuck, oh, my fucking…” You push your fingers against your clit, you had been too distracted watching him, you had forgotten to get yourself off. “Fuck, oh, my…” You watch his movements slowly down before his hand falls away from his cock, and he slowly opens his eyes, a dazed look in them as he stares upwards at the ceiling. A smile begins forming on his lips, and he slowly turns his head towards the phone in his hand to see you staring at him with darkened eyes. “I can’t believe I just did this here…”
“Well, believe it…” You whisper. “I apparently gave you such a good head earlier, you wanted it to happen in the practice room,” You watch him lick his lips as a chuckle escapes his lips, he was thinking about it and thinking about what he had just done. He wasn’t even sure how he was going to get himself out of the practice room and to the bathroom without getting caught by an employee who worked late hours or night shifts. “Hurry and finish practice…”
“You didn’t get to finish though…” He says. You watch as a frown forms on his face and he lifts the camera. “Let me ease you through it,” You shake your head, pressing your fingers harder against your clit.
“No, no… hurry and finish practice and then come and eat me out,” You say. “I want that, I want you to eat me out,” You watch him swallow and nod his head. “I’ll be right here, waiting for you to return,” You watch him reach for his hoodie and pull it towards himself. “And go clean yourself up,” He nods his head again.
“I think I’m done with practice, I’ll be home soon,” He says. You softly smile at him and nod your head. “Don’t get off without me seeing it, okay?” This time it was your turn to chuckle.
“Got it, I will wait for you to arrive,” You say. He waves at the camera with his cum-coated hand, and you feel your pussy twitch as you watch it glisten. “Hurry.”
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ideaofheaven · 9 months
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— after 2AM (choi minho x reader)
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Synopsis: Choi Minho and you never see eye to eye. After countless troubles you two caused in class, the professor pairs you for a group project as a form of ironic punishment… Which brings you to a heated night of push and pull, hours before the deadline.
Pairing: Choi Minho x fem!reader
Genre: university!AU, enemies to lovers-ish, smut, then it gets kinda fluffy at the end??
Word count: 9682
Warnings: alcohol, they’re in uni, profanities, they are HORNY, mutual masturbation, video call sex, domsub undertones, explicit dirty talk (implied exhibitionism, breeding, and a tiiiiny bit of degradation kink), panic attack - reader experienced post-coital dysphoria for a bit :(
AN: sometimes your thirsty hours turn into a 9k mutual masturbation fic - jk, I really enjoy writing this one, especially the dialogue. I hope you like it! [06/30: did some minor edits on typos and whatnot]
Mini part 2 here
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"Out of every topic, you picked this? Are you mad?"
First and foremost, Choi Minho and you never get along.
There are abundant reasons why you can't stand him. You don't share too many classes with him, but when you do it always ends up with heated and pointless arguments. During each one of your presentations, Minho will raise a hand and play the role of devil's advocate, earning intrigued whispers from your classmates. Until one day, the professor had enough and paired you up in a project, much to your unheard protests.
Quite inevitably, it ends up in half-hearted discussion through the Zoom Meeting, only two days before the presentation.
"What? Got a problem with that?" You snap while still uploading source data into your shared drive. Then, a bark of mocking laughter pierces your ears, positively grating your nerves.
"A problem? There's no theory that correlates to it. Guess we're not having any presentations are we?" 
You roll your eyes at the sight of his irksome sneer. It twists his usually bearable face into horribly displeasing. Minho's eyes spark alight with mockery, and you wonder why your classmates keep saying Minho "has the most tender eyes ever." Sounds like a different person altogether to you.
"We can find connections through other eras." You push through.
He rolls his eyes. "Which means you're doubling our work." 
"Check the drive." You say through gritted teeth, barely holding yourself to spit harsher words. Minho does as instructed, albeit still murmuring curses under his breath and hand rustling his gelled hair, quiet but purposely audible, perhaps just to push your buttons more. But you choose to wait. 
As expected, his eyebrows raise in surprise before he scoffs, "someone did their homework."
"And someone's a useless ass." Minho whips a glare at his own laptop camera - at you. Before he can say anything, you mute him. And you can see him biting his lips, holding back more words, solidifying your win.
"Shut up and get to work, Choi."
Then, his mic icon goes on.
"Fuck you."
You smirk. With a finger on your lips, you speak to him like one to a child. "Shhh. Be useful for once, will you?"
Both of you are petty and nothing sort of professional, but you have no intention to be the bigger person, not for Choi Minho. Begrudgingly, he turns away, and an icon with a familiar photo appears in the google docs.
That should motivate him to work.
His voice suddenly rings. "Hey."
He hasn't typed a single word on your shared google docs, you note with cynicism.
"What?"
"Your vocabulary sucks." Then in a douchebag way you know only Choi Minho can manage, he deletes most of your bullet points as you stifle a scream. He did not - "Let me be useful and change it up for you.” He ends with a cruel smirk.
This is not going to be easy.
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After a short-handed discussion, both of you decide to work in the student center. The next day, grudging and rather worn out from your last class, you force yourself to go. As you rise from your chair, a voice calls you out.
“You look like you’re gonna have some fun.” Kibum snickers and Jonghyun stifles a laugh on his own as well. You pout at your classmates.
“And you know exactly why.” You mutter with a roll of your eyes.
“I paired up with him last semester and got a perfect score, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Jonghyun shrugs, gaining glares from both you and Kibum.
“Easy for you to say, he’s like a puppy around you.” Kibum scoffs, his platinum-dyed hair covering his eye, which must be rolling with annoyance. He then turns to you, “I’d like to say I feel you, but Minho really is worse with you.”
“Like, in comparison, he actually tolerates you all this time.” The shorter man adds to Kibum, perplexed.
“Right?!” He shouts, all dramatic and making you groan. “Seriously though, it’s a dick move from professor Lee.”
“To be frank, I can’t see myself finishing this assignment in one piece.”
“You should tell Minho to drop the class.” Kibum says mischievously, only to get pinched by the male with short brown hair, who’s impatiently shushing him. “Ouch, I’m just saying.”
Clutching your bag strap, you think about it for a second before waving the idea off. “Not happening. Professor Lee will still kill me.”
Your two male friends give off different reactions, Kibum is still finding ways to alleviate your pain (or to add more trouble), but instead, Jonghyun moves closer to put his arms around you.
“Listen, (Y/n), he’s not that bad. You’ll see.”
Chuckling at the positivity, you pat his arms in response. “Not sure about it, but okay.”
After arriving at the end of the hall, you go on separate ways with the boys. While they can go grab some dinner, you drag yourself to the meeting spot. The student center is quite empty, and to be expected because the facility is not too popular in the evenings. You find a table to sit at, and wait for your project partner.
You already have your laptop set up when Minho appears. Unlike you, he seems rather refreshed. He’s wearing an oversized hoodie and trousers for his long legs. In his hand is a large plastic bag which he dumps unceremoniously onto the table.
"What's this?"
"No 'hi' or something?" The male starts, rolling his eyes, with a hand on his hip. "Some snacks, in case we need it."
Oh. Resisting an urge to rummage through the colorful packages inside the plastic bag, you throw a doubtful look his way instead.
"Um, thanks."
As if not sensing your hostility, he shrugs in resignation, mumbling "sure" before sitting down and grabbing his own laptop from his bag.
Without much preamble, you both start working. Minho manages to focus on his screen, and the momentum breaks only when he calls your name to confirm a thing or two. At some point, he grabs a bag of chips for him to munch on, not forgetting to nudge the plastic bag in your direction. “Have you taken any?”
“Oh. Right.” You mumble, picking some chocolate stick that catches Minho’s attention for a split second.
Once in a while, your gaze drifts over to him, almost anticipating a weird movement or him slacking off. However, the only strange action you find is Minho blowing air towards the dark strands of hair covering his eyes.
In all actuality, you expect the atmosphere to be more sour and less productive. Yes, there's a strange vibe in the air, but it's more similar to awkwardness to cause discomfort. 
Until suddenly, an insistent cursor on your shared google docs starts typing words that don't match your work. What the hell, anonymous tiger?
Growing exasperated, your fingers clack on the keyboard, furiously erasing the latest paragraph.
"What the fuck - I just wrote that!" The familiar voice shouts, and there's a split second when you think you should just kick him out, then do the presentation alone in class. That wouldn't be so bad.
"It's all wrong. And where are these photos coming from? Don't just put the bullet points there, they're meant to be the conclusion."
Minho takes a deep breath, shoulders visibly rising until he channels out his frustration with a noise that almost sounds like a growl. That sort of thing unfazed you, but you're still glad the student center is mostly empty.
"Listen, we can make a better statement than that." His eyes are like flames, and you can’t help but stare back and, as he wants, listen.
He pulls a chair, nodding to you in a silent gesture. Initially, you hesitate but you go over to him anyway. Minho clicks on the laptop and a new window pops up, showing a detailed page from a book.
"From this theory, I found a connection that can help us." With that, the temperamental male turns into a whole different person. He briefly explains the information he’s gotten from the book, all the while giving you the room to take it in. Then, with unmistakable excitement, he begins his train of thoughts he wants to implement into the assignment. With every sentence he says, your anger subsides, turning into something akin to awe. Not that you will admit it.
One thing for sure; for the first time, you think this project might work.
As he finishes, you blink rapidly. Minho leans back with his elbow on the desk, relaxed and undeniably proud of himself. You send a glare his way.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
His face scrunches, as if that was not the words he expected after the successful presentation.
"First, I wasn't done with the research." He says, eyebrows furrowing, then he points a finger at you. "Second, you muted me every time I said a goddamn word."
Oh, here we go again. Your two hands shot in the air, feigning a defense in front of the frowning man.
"Not my fault I don't want to hear your complaints."
There's a flash of something wild on Minho's face which you identify as his troublemaking expression. But as he leans closer, you realize it too late.
"This is why you should listen, (Y/n)."
In a snap, there's a pulling on your ear. Minho pinches your ear and pulls like you were a 5 year old with tantrums. The low level of pain causes you to winch, but it's the electricity from his touch that makes you jump back.
"Ow! What the hell!" You sputter and he snickers like this is elementary school, going with the theme in your head.
Satisfied, Minho releases you. But his hand lingers and it brushes the side of your neck, prompting you to hold a shiver from the ticklish sensation. It would be a drag to deal with more of his antics, so you get up from the chair to glare at him pointedly.
"You're a freak."
He challenges, fire in his eyes, "Care to say that again?"
Because you're not a university student who's not petty, you smirk and take the bait.
"You're a freak - hey!" His large hand pulls at your sleeve, halting your step. The sudden momentum startles you and you lose your footing. Ultimately, your body stumbles and falls with a yelp, and your bum hits the chair.
Grumbling, you shake off the shock before you attempt to get up once again. Then, a groan comes from beside you, too close, freezing you on the spot. A hand holds the side of your waist, and your suspicion is confirmed. Of course you did not land on the chair, you end up sitting on Minho's thighs, your back pressing against his.
"Getting comfortable?" Minho asks, his deep voice brushing your ears, and much to your dismay, you can imagine the leer that accompanies his voice. In panic and confusion, you attempt to leave his lap in a rush, only to be stopped.
"Can you get that hand off of me?" You ask, turning on him.
"I don't know, can I?"
His dark eyes clash with your glaring ones, gleaming with mischief and something else you can't quite decipher. All you can feel is his hand tightening its grip on your side, and the warm air of his breath, clouding your mind.
But this is Choi Minho, and you do not like Choi Minho, whatever the situation is. With a renewed willpower you push yourself off of him and be on your feet.
"We're wasting time." You declare. "Send me all your notes, we need to get going."
Minho only smiles sweetly, a one eighty degree difference from the man before, which only leaves you more frustrated. As he dives back into his work, you hide behind your laptop, calming your racing heart and ignoring the surge of familiarity you feel.
+++
The crowd was growing in number and in anger, too. The boys from the EXO house became more agitated with every word Minho said, filled with provocation and mockery. Jonghyun and Jinki were nowhere to be found, probably looking for chances to steal the mic. Taemin and Kibum were definitely loitering around the drinks bar.
You had no choice.
“Whoa, is that Jongin puking?!”
As expected, your shrill voice was enough to distract them before you literally dragged Minho by his jean jacket.
“Let me go,” he grunted, but his alcohol-induced state prevented him from doing it himself. Your smaller stature managed to pull him towards an empty room, which later you figured out to be the storage.
He tried to wrestle out of your grip, muttering curse words at no one in particular and you finally had enough. With both your hands, you slapped his cheeks, which were damp with sweat.
“You wouldn’t be able to win that fight.” You said sternly.
Minho froze, and while he was in that state, you quickly went out to get a glass of water. When you returned, he’s already blinking his eyes a few times, a sign of his returning sobriety.
And a sign you should leave the premises soon.
You handed him the glass, urging him to drink as you murmured, “I should go. This party sucks and, godammit, I just wanna go home. Drink this and… I don’t know, stay safe, I guess.”
The taller man drank slowly, but his eyes kept gazing at yours. When he finished, there was a soft look in his visage, and he suddenly smiled. Sleepy and tired, but sweet nonetheless.
Flustered, you left the glass in his hands, and ran away from the storage. The day after, Minho grumbled about his headache and loopholes in his memory from that party to Kibum and Jinki, and you sighed in relief.
+++
Sorry for the late reply! Was watching the campus baseball team
I added a few slides right before the first conclusion
Tell me what you think 🤔
These are okay.
But don't add more on that. We're almost reaching 40 slides.
Who said I'm gonna add more? 🙄
Idk, you seemed ready to add 10 more just to spite me.
Oh. 
Why didnt I think of that
Are you free tonight?
Lets review the whole thing
Duh, tomorrow's the presentation
Do you think I'm that stupid lol
Unlike you I care about my grades
Yeah?
And you think I don't?
You don't seem to care if you get me into trouble
Right. Whatever.
Unlike you I'm not petty
Idc who I work with I can get my job done
I didn't mean it like that.
I'll join you at 11 pm
+++
There's a discomfort that can't be spoken.
You scroll through the slides, apprehensive not of the contents, but of the author, the one that finally snapped at you. Perhaps you deserved it. On the other hand, Minho should stop basing his mood on sports game results, it's stupid as hell.
Five minutes to eleven, the preparation is done. You could just text Minho there's nothing left to do, and both of you could catch some needed rest.
Suddenly, a loud beep rings in your ear. And you don't think twice before admitting Minho into your Zoom meeting.
"Hey, sorry for the wait." He speaks, voice crackling from the signal before it becomes more stable. "I just took a bath."
"At this hour?" You ask, disbelieving his decision, but trying not to stare for too long.
"Yeah. I just got back from a soccer game. Jonghyun's invitation."  He shrugs, letting the towel drape against his broad shoulders, which may or may not be distracting.
Faster than a cat on a mouse, you force yourself to stop staring at him, and when you see Minho, there's an inquisitive expression on his gaze. He dismisses it quickly, relieving you.
"How's our work going?"
You clear your throat. "I'd finished checking them, maybe you want to see it first before we decide on the parts distribution."
"Sure."
And everything is awkward again.
Granted, it's not the most amicable atmosphere. Minho mumbles to himself, reading each point with focused eyes and not even minding your existence. After what seems like forever, he mentions a few slides that need to be double-checked, which extends your work time.
As the night heightens and the cold intensifies, you wish you were brave enough to break the ice.
Then, a loud yawn echoes in your ear.
"Can we continue this later?" Minho asks through more yawns. "It's like, almost 1 AM right now."
The time reminder doesn't quite surprise you. "Do you have morning classes?"
Minho checks his phone. "No."
"Then we're still doing this."
Your work partner groans, prompting you to hide a tiny smile at his antics. But suddenly, Minho raises his voice, startling you.
"Why do you hate me so much?" He snaps.
Something clenches in your stomach, and you force yourself to look into Minho's face on the screen. His eyebrows are furrowed, demanding answers which you are not sure you could provide.
"I don't."
"Then," he stops to hide a yawn. "Why?"
"I don't know." You pause. "But I don't hate you. Not at all."
His eyebrows shoot up, then he sighs.
“You’re just confused.”
“Yeah.” You pause. “I think I am… Like, really confused.”
Minho smiles in response, almost in relief. His eyes crinkle softly into crescents, like a drowsy pair of moons, and something within you softens at the sight. He should smile more often.
You quietly let out a relieved sigh on your own.
"Good. I'm taking a nap," he declares all of a sudden, standing up from his chair and ignoring your belated complaints. The camera view changes into something similar to a found footage movie, all shaky and blurry. Once it stabilizes, a sight of Minho clears up, showing him leaning back against a mountain of cushions and pillows on his bed. Then he sighs contently, the sound a little too soft in your ears.
But, he seems more comfortable on the soft bed. Unfair.
"Choi Minho, get back to the google docs or I'll - "
"You'll what? Mute my microphone?" A sleepy laugh. "I'm taking a nap. You and your ugly pajamas can suck it."
What the fuck.
"Excuse me? This is loungewear."
"Let me see." He laughs and you waste no time before adjusting your webcam to pan from your short sleeved top to the pants, all having the same pattern. They're cute, but from the way he frowns Minho doesn't seem too adoring of them.
"They're pajamas." 
"It's loungewear, you caveman." You pout.
His full lips curl in a sneer, then he speaks with a voice surprisingly lower than before.
"Well I do prefer sleeping with no clothes."
Your mouth shuts. After a moment too long of trying not to imagine your classmate in his choice sleepwear, you grunt, exasperated.
"Whatever gets you off." You sigh, but internally cursing at your choice of words. Minho grins.
"You mean whatever gets you off."
"Shut up."
"Then mute me."
You let out a sarcastic laugh. "Mute yourself."
You stare at the pixelated image of Minho on the screen and he mirrors your actions, with a gaze more intense and drowning. It's as if he's not going to let this go easily. You are expecting more snides, but instead, with relaxed stretches and sighs, he leans back against the mountain of pillows.
"Okay." He shrugs. "Wake me up in 10 minutes."
The effort to speak fails as your throat tightens and you wish to go out, visit his dorm and strangle him in person. But Minho's already closing his eyes, tiredness taking over the man fast. And finally, you can relax.
If you're in a better state, you would have raked your mind to see how the fuck you let Choi Minho affect your this much.
At some point, you check Minho's camera, and sneak a time to take in his features. You won’t deny his handsome face and glorious physique. A small face, doe eyes, plush lips, broad shoulders, long legs that’s just unfair - okay yeah he’s hot. But it never occurs to you he'd look this calm even while sleeping. Gone are the angry lines on his eyebrows, and the tense clench of his jaw, all that’s left is a serene face that you don’t mind talking about for hours - okay yeah he’s still hot even when he’s sleeping.
If only he weren't such an asshole when he's awake.
Returning to your work, you never notice the rustling noises from Minho's mic. So when you see the Zoom window, you let out a yelp, surprised at Minho's face on your screen, peering with inquisition.
He laughs, and oh, his voice is huskier now after a short amount of sleep. "Surprised?"
"Uh, has it been 10 minutes already?"
"Not yet, but I can't sleep. Not with you staring all the time."
"Says the man who’s been staring at me for god knows how long." You respond, because the best thing liars can do is turn the table on others.
And Minho doesn't even deny it.
"Oh, yeah, about that."
"What?"
"Nothing." The quick response combined with his avoidance doesn't convince you in the slightest, and one wary look from Minho says he's well aware of it. After a few awkward seconds, he relents.
"That top, it's kind of…" he trails off, fingers touching his own t-shirt hem to emphasize a point. You look down, and - oh. The top button had slipped off, hence the generous view of cleavage that caught Minho's attention.
But you're in no mood to be embarrassed.
"That's the way you style it." You spit the lie with oozing confidence on a high level of bullshit. "You got any complaints?"
Minho's eyebrows furrow, obviously not buying it, but more amused. He’s holding back a mischievous looking smile, and despite not liking it, you have to suppress a bubbling excitement. Excitement of what, you have absolutely no idea. Or rather, you refuse to acknowledge you have fun teasing Choi Minho.
"No, not at all. And (Y/n)?"
You only move your eyes, not enjoying the apprehension because what now? As he finds your gaze, he smirks.
"That loungewear does look good on you."
You’re out of words to respond. As you ignore the jolt in your stomach, you let him be smug, satisfied, and winning. You don’t care. 
However, minutes later, a small part of you relents and basks in the compliment in private, sharing little smiles to yourself.
Unbeknownst to you, Minho doesn't have his eyes on the presentation anymore.
+++
As late night approaches, your productivity wanes.
Minho is back on the pillows, playing on his phone while you both take a break. Swayed by the night air and your sore back, you're now sitting on the bed too, but still facing the desk which is right by the mattress. After the pajama accident, you decided to wrap yourself in blankets, and when Minho saw your cocooned form he laughed, voice like crackling fire. Truth to be told, your blankets turn cold in comparison to the warmth he exuded.
The train of thoughts grinds to a halt when Minho chimes.
"Done for tonight?"
The honest and spontaneous answer would be a yes, it's done and we can now sleep and rest. But the hazy night lulls you further into a state of daze, making you wonder of the unthinkable.
"I still want to look something up. You can leave though, it's fine." Hook, line -
"Let me hang out with you for a bit."
Sinker.
What are you doing?
Silence stretches, and you're positive Minho is doing that stare again, the one that is construed as smoldering.
"Not too feisty late at night, are you?"
Minho has left his pillows, now sitting upright and staring directly at the camera - at you. There you decide confidence looks fucking good on Choi Minho.
"You know what they say, nothing good happens after 2 AM." You avert your gaze from his burning ones, and it's bold of you to assume you could escape.
"Oh? Any cautionary tales?"
"Not exactly." You hum, "Maybe unfiltered conversations?"
"That can be fun, though. It's like you're drunk, but with no alcohol." He rambles. You take notice of the sway in his sentence and open the Zoom window to check your partner. Despite the dim light, you can see the way his eyes droop with sleepiness, along with his messy mop of dark hair, and it's rather adorable.
"I think someone's guilty of that."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, there's no booze here." He offers a crooked grin and the expression turns into a thoughtful one. "Do you drink?"
"What's it to you?"
He shrugs. "Just curious."
"Sometimes." You finally say.
There's a moment of silence before Minho rustles in his bed, sitting with crossed legs and scooting closer to the camera. When he speaks again, the volume is louder, startling you.
"Do you remember Kibum's party? The one on the weekend after Valentine's Day?"
"Oh God, that one was a bit too much."
"Agreed." He chuckles, low and nostalgic. He scratches the back of his head. "Thanks for helping me out back then."
You're barely able to hide the surprise on your face, and Minho answers the unsaid question for you.
"I remember. I was drunk, but I remember you dragging me off." From the tone of his voice, he sounds sheepish, but so are you, because the revelation throws you off guard.
"No worries. Just… Don't do that too often."
He laughs. "You hate parties, don't you? I remember you were so grumpy before you left."
Hiding your face in your hands, you groan. "They can be too much."
"You don't sound like you always have a good time."
"Sorry if my dull life offends you."
"It's not dull, per se.” He waves his hands around as a gesture. “But it's why you're such a bummer."
"Again, sorry if you're not having a blast with me."
"Forgiven." A pause. "But, you know." A longer pause, and the silence starts to test your patience. "You can just ask me. I provide spectacular good times."
Respectfully, you give him a side eye.
"Right now I can give you a whole different testimony."
"To be fair, we're doing homework. But… I can do better." He leans in closer, pupils dilating with an emotion you are afraid to iterate, furthering your confusion.
"What are you on about?" You minimize the Zoom window, an effort to return to your task at hand. From Minho's side, there's nothing but the sound of breathing, but when he speaks, his voice deepens.
"I can do better than this. I can make you feel good."
You freeze, throat tightening as you're lost for words. There's no way to stop your mind from wandering uncontrollably. Afraid to see him, you avoid checking his face on the screen.
After a few seconds of silence, he speaks up again, voice husky and more true to what he said.
"Like I said, all you have to do is ask."
Afraid to cross whatever line he's teetering on, you take one for the team, inhale, and take a step back.
"Then, can you shut up and let me do my work?"
Minho lets out a condescending laugh in response, like he's asking 'are you for real?' "Fine then. Let me know when that cursor starts moving."
Warmth rushes to your cheeks. It's tempting to blame the alluring night, but you know better than that.
And you should know better than to assume Minho would let this slide.
The awkwardness hangs in the air, blanketing the both of you with tension. You suppose this could push him away, making him sign off and do his thing - which, you don't want to imagine. But no. Instead, Minho is now lounging on his bed. And now you know, the more comfortable Choi Minho is, the more forward he becomes.
"Why won't you let yourself loose?" He asks all of a sudden, five minutes of silence brings him to the edge of his new found glory. Minho scratches his dark hair like he’s frustrated.
You snap your head towards him in disbelief. But before you say anything, he continues with a slightly raised tone.
"Like, come on, (Y/n). We're in university. You can have some fun."
"Doesn't seem worth my time."
"I can be worth your time, if you let me."
"This again?" You sigh. "What do you want from me, Minho?"
Another silence, and this time, you regret the question. From the corner of your eyes, Minho is getting up from his position on the bed to lean in, face uncharacteristically serious.
“I know you know exactly what I want.” He begins. “And I see the way you look at me.”
There's no teasing, just a plain observation. Those words alone kick your heartbeat into a stuttering mess. Despite the urge to confirm, there's still hesitation. You don't want to give in. Not to him.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." You internally curse when your words come out too breathy, and Minho definitely notices, judging by the crooked smile adoring his lips.
"Aren't you tired of teasing yourself like this?" He asks, languid and all knowing. "Why are we still here? Our work is done. You stopped typing ten minutes ago."
"Okay, that's it. We're done for today." You cut him off, closing your docs to prove a point. But it doesn't deter him in the slightest.
"No, we're not." He says with a finality, sleep gone from his voice.
Because without the presentation and all other student responsibilities, you're just two young adults who forget nothing good will come out this late at night.
And, despite the virtual presence, he still manages to corner you, and string you along into his game. 
Perhaps, you let him do so.
"You don't know how tempting you look right now." He whispers, making shivers run down your spine. Checking your camera view, you find out your blankets had fallen off, now sitting on your lap while your skewed pajamas look rumpled and, once again, revealing too much of your skin. With your messy hair and dazed eyes, you can understand why Minho would say that. You look fucked out. And there's no action - not yet.
So you try again, "Minho - "
"I like that look on your face."
You scoff, then try again. "Like I want to strangle you?"
"No. Like you want me to strangle you."
And that's when you know you can't try your way out of this situation. A jolt of arousal unwittingly shocks your body and Minho sees enough of your expression before flashing you a knowing smile. "What's on your mind?"
"...Nothing." You answer a beat too fast.
"You're thinking about me, aren't you?"
"That's - that's enough. Aren't you tired?"
"Not really. Why don't you tire me out?"
"If doing a presentation with me didn't do shit, I don't know what will."
"You just won't back down will you?" Minho's form on the screen shuffles, adjusting his position to lean back against the headboard. "Can't say I don't like it though." Then, a low sigh startles you, and your eyes grow wide.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Helping you out."
Unfortunately, he's not. He's laid on the bed, leaning back with his legs stretched out, a hand lazily stroking his own thighs. And it's a sight you can watch forever.
"How does touching yourself help me out, Choi?"
"You're too tense," he says in between grunts, earning more reaction from your traitorous body. "Be thankful I'm showing you how to relax."
"You're a goddamn pervert."
"And you like it."
"Fuck, why would I - do you actually think your naughty little words will work on me? Try again."
There's blazing confidence in his eyes, as if he's holding all the cards and you're left in the dark.
"Challenge accepted, beautiful.”
He continues to tease himself as he stares at your form in the camera, hands getting closer to his crotch.
"You can tell me to stop."
Before you can say anything, he reaches low and begins to palm himself through the sweatpants. Even on camera, you can see the sizable tent. You unconsciously lick your lips, earning a mocking laugh from his end.
"You're drooling."
You throw a glare at him. "Fuck you."
"We can get to that later. But right now, can I continue, (Y/n)?"
The question surprises you as it offers your ticket to the way out, despite the expectation visible in Minho’s pleading eyes. You take a deep breath, sealing the deal.
"...You said you accepted the challenge."
And that's all Minho needs to exhale harshly, sounding more like a moan.
"I did, but can't you just - ah - do something?" The husky voice alone sends a wave of arousal to your core, and you instinctively snap your thighs together. A cloud of lust starts to muddle your brain, and you can't think straight anymore.
Of course Minho notices immediately.
"I saw it."
"You see nothing."
"You're a fucking menace." He grunts, and it sounds way more sexy than angry, like really sexy. With a hand still touching and exploring, he continues to sigh.
"A menace that makes you jerk off while zooming with me?" You can't help but tease, in which he moans in response instead of answering.
"Listen, we're both tired and I need this. So, fuck it."
In one swift movement, his hand dives into his briefs and grabs his cock by the hilt, at least from what you guess through the fabric. His mouth falls open in pleasure. 
"Godammit, Minho, you shouldn't - "
"Shhh… Let me have this." His hand speeds up and he closes his eyes, face scrunching in pleasure as he lets out sensuous noises that tempt you more until a whimper escapes your lips. You hear him chuckle.
"Care to join me? I bet you're already wet."
You force a laugh. “I don’t think so.”
"Then prove it."
“Do it yourself then.”
"Oh baby, if I were there, I would do more than that." You're frozen on the spot, anticipating his words. As he hears no complaint from you, he continues. "I could pull you down on my lap, just like that night in the library - "
"It was an accident." You protest, voice small and unsurprisingly ignored.
"- put my arm around your waist, and then I'd slip a hand underneath those pajama pants - loungewear." He laughs while correcting the words and you can’t help but join him incredulously.
At this point, you can only hear Minho's heavy breathing, or perhaps they were your own. You have no idea anymore, your brain muddled with desire and anticipation. His brown eyes slide to the camera, right at you.
"I wonder how wet you are beneath all that?"
For some reason, you still try. "Dry?”
"Wrong. You'd be soaking wet, and I just know you'd instantly jump as soon as I touched your panties." He explains nonchalantly, but then the haughty tone is replaced by something mocking and exaggerated. "But I guess I am the one who’s wrong."
"What?"
He ceases any movement on his part, and you find yourself disappointed. "If you're really not into this," he begins, voice breathy but there's impatience there that comes from the built up frustration. "Tell me to stop."
Everything halts in your brain. The erotic display gets to you too much until you can't even say a word. Instead, you zoom in on his arms, and how the muscles rippled when he stroke himself. The way his neck tenses, pronouncing his collarbones more. You even wonder if you would be able to see droplets of sweat on his temples if he was in front of you. As Minho grows more impatient, his eyebrows furrow.
He's absolutely gorgeous.
"Tell. Me. To. Stop.”
You swallow, helplessly and undeniably holding yourself back.
“What do you want, (Y/n)?” He focuses on you, chest heaving with each pant. Only now you see how desperate he is.
"Minho…" You let out, brain short-circuiting with lust.
“Yeah, baby? Tell me. You want the same thing as I do?” Whatever he sees on the screen makes him start moving again. His hand finds his shaft again, and he moans loudly. "You want to feel good? I can make you feel good, I can help you out.”
With every word, you wish you can say yes, yes, and yes. Instead, with a sharp intake, you finally say meekly, “Tell me what to do.”
You hear Minho murmur some curses before turning to you.
“Get that blanket away. I want to see you.”
Nervously, you reposition yourself, taking the blanket aside and you hold the urge to sigh as the scratchy fabric grazes your hot skin. You're already oversensitive and you haven't even started yet. Minho is staring at you through the camera, shameless with his want and impatience.
“Touch yourself, baby. Start with your tits.”
With shaky fingers, you start by caressing your chest. Online video meetings are peculiar because there's always a delay before the other party reacts to what you do. In that short window of time, doubt arises. You wonder and think how this happens. But then, Minho lets out a guttural moan, the sound akin to someone who's about to reach his climax.
And the surge of confidence crashes to you like a wave.
"I'm just touching my tits and you're gonna cum already?" You ask with a smug smile.
Minho pays no mind to your comment, instead he scoots closer to the laptop. "Shit, you're actually doing this. Now we're talking."
"Just this one time." You hurriedly find your hardening nipples through the thin fabric of your clothes, wincing with pleasure. "I need this too."
"Yeah? Show me how much you need this. Take off that shirt.”
God, now that you're not lying to yourself and to Minho there's a relentless urge to seek more pleasure. And the thought of Minho seeing you masturbate lights a fire in your stomach.
So you unbutton your top, slow and deliberate to tease the man on the other end of the application. Because that's what he deserves. You hear an exasperated "Hurry up," before a smirk graces your lips for a change. As you shrug off the shirt, you already know his eyes are glued to the sight of your skin.
"God, that body…" He trails off. "You're so fucking hot."
"Likewise." You sigh as your hand slips under the waistband of your pants. "Dammit, I can't believe this."
He chuckles, delirious but still tantalizingly sexy.
"You know what to do. Go and touch that pussy for me."
His assertiveness flicks a switch inside you. Letting out a shuddering sigh, you move backwards further, making sure everything you do will be captured with your web camera. Then, you pull open your legs at a traitorous slow movement, pulling more curses from Minho.
"Touch it." He orders.
You obey him and tug your panties aside to touch your core directly. The contact makes you moan, and Minho knows he's getting what he wants. And so are you.
"See, that wasn't so hard."
"S-shut up."
"You're drenched, I just know it."
He's right, and your head spins with relentless want. Imagining that voice speaking directly to your ear, soft lips grazing your skin as his hand travels south, leaving fire in its trail.
Like your hand is his, you continue rubbing your body, even spreading your legs more, as if he's right there as your audience. You pull your pants down, letting it pool on one of your ankles, before raising one leg slightly to find the angle that gives you the most pleasure.
As you hear wet sounds in your ear, you return your gaze to the screen to enjoy the sight. Minho had his pants removed properly as well, and he has one hand gripping his stiff cock, which has a sheen from what you assume is his own precum. God, the whole visual on your screen is such a sin.
"Shit." You can't help but say, and Minho only laughs in response.
"You're allowed to imagine me fucking you, don't worry." He teases, lips curling into a sneer, and considering the situation, it looks devilish and way too seductive.
With a shaky breath, you scoff.
"Is that what you're thinking? What, fucking me from behind?"
"Not from behind, baby. I want to see your face as my cock pushes in you for the first time."
You hiss as you slide your fingers in your pussy, scrunching your face with ecstasy, and fuck, Minho's into it, because he even stops to take a proper look at you and the way you pleasure yourself.
"Enjoying the view, Choi?" You challenge, and he gulps.
"I wish I could be there, watching you fuck yourself with your fingers."
"Are you sure - ah - you can just stay there and watch?" Your fingers already feel so good dragging against your walls and you want to know how it feels to have his thick cock inside you.
He smirks.
"I can be patient, baby. I can watch you all day."
"Why don't you help me out?"
"Oh? What do you want me to do?"
You groan. "You know…" 
"What? Use your words, (Y/n)." Minho stops only to look at you straight from his camera, eyes almost begging. And you fall for it.
"I want your fingers in me."
He hums, a silent encouragement for you to continue.
"Mmhm. Keep touching yourself, baby girl. What else do you want?"
You groan at the nickname, feeling more wetness now inside you. In a daze, you manage out in between gasps.
"I need you to fuck me."
"What was that?"
"Minho, fuck me, please." You say as you add another finger, pushing inside your drenched pussy, making you moan your words.
"Oh baby, you're so cute begging me like that. I'm gonna fuck you hard, you hear me? You will be shaking and crying when I'm done with you."
You're whimpering, hands still furiously sliding in and out of your wet folds as you watch Minho throw his head back in immense pleasure. He's loud - groans and moans fill your ear, and the sounds coming from him are so lewd, and wet. 
He's going to be the death of you.
There's a moment when you soak in each other's voices, each moan and squelch increasing your pleasure instead. Minho, dark eyes so clouded with lust it's clear even through the screen, demands another question to you.
"What do you want, (Y/n)? Tell me what you want to do to me."
Oh, you don't even know where to start. Flooded with many scenarios, you answer him with the first thing that comes to mind.
"I want to ride your face." You admit sheepishly, only to earn a low chuckle from the other side.
"Shit, that's hot. I wish you were here. I - " another low grunt. "I would have you sitting on my face, my tongue lapping your cunt as you scream out my name. I bet you taste like honey. You're going to grab my headboard, my fingers stuffing your mouth because I know you're going to be loud, aren't you baby?"
As if following his command, you whine out a "yes", voice high pitched and it sounds utterly pathetic. 
With two fingers pushing in and out of your cunt deliciously, your other hand joins to rub your clit, and you hiccup a moan.
"Minho, please I want your cock inside me," you cry out, drowning in the euphoria of lust. All because of him, only him.
"Me too, baby, me too. I want to fuck you all day long. I want to take you in our classroom. Would you like that, huh? After class ended, I could just bend you over the desk and have my way with you."
You won't even deny how much wetter you get after imagining all his words. Public sex doesn't usually excite you much, but this is Minho, and everything with Minho sounds exhilarating and turns you on like hell. Your breath becomes shakier, and everything is intense. You can't feel your hands anymore.
"I'd like that. Hell, you can take me at the student center for all I care."
Minho, ever the sadist, sneers. "I knew it. You like having an audience huh? How about the next time we visit you sit on my cock? I bet you're going to have a hard time shutting up."
A gasp. "Like you're any better, you're freaking loud."
"Don't blame me, I bet your pussy will be so tight around me." He groans, enjoying his own imagination as he continues to pump his cock. "God, this feels so good. Touch your tits for me, baby."
You do as he says, enjoying the jolt of pleasure coming from pinching your nipples.  As Minho keeps encouraging you, your breath quickens, tensing up as your climax approaches fast. 
"Keep going - shit I need to taste you when you cum. Are you close? I'm so close."
"Minho," you moan, words slurring. "I'm so close, too. Fuck, I need your cum inside of me."
"Shit, (Y/n) - "
"I would hold you with my legs and I wouldn't let you go until you fill me up." There’s no more filter so you keep rambling, and before you know it you hear Minho groaning loudly. You check on the screen to see him cum, ropes of white getting onto his bed sheets. Not expecting him to cum first, you let out a delirious laugh. Minho catches you, still panting from his afterglow. He looks gorgeous -
And dangerous.
"You want to be filled, don't you?" He begins, voice still stuttering, but low and immediately freezing you in place. "You want my cum so bad you actually beg for it."
Your breaths pick up in pace.
"I don't think you're done yet. Get that hand working."
You grumble a word or two before resuming to touch your body, hands shaking with heightened pleasure. You hold back a hiss as you touch your stiff nipples, and continue to push in two fingers in your pussy.
"Faster, (Y/n). Rub that clit for me."
Biting your lip, you do as he says and feel the approaching climax. As you gaze at the screen, Minho has a hand propping his head as he looks at you with a challenging expression, like he's waiting for you to fall.
"What else do you want, baby? You want more of my cum? Want me to fill you up until you get knocked up?"
"Ah!" You slip, hands pinching your swollen nub too hard, but that's all Minho needs. With half lidded eyes, he peers at you, like he’s proud of the new discovery.
"Oh, look at you. You're enjoying this."
"N-no, I'm not," you breathe out, sounding too much like a moan.
"Yes you are."
The humiliation burns but not in the right place, it ignites a new flame inside your belly, and you can feel yourself clenching on your own fingers.
"I'm - I'm so close."
“Yeah? You wanna cum? You wanna squeeze my cock with that tight pussy, and make me fill you up?” He presses and presses, voice low as a whisper but all the words shoot straight to you like an arrow. Your breath grows more shallow, and you’re starting to see white behind your eyes.
“Yes, please. Please Minho, please - “
"Go on, cum for me, (Y/n)."
Like a tight string that is cut, you snap and release with heightened senses, all pleasure that washes over you.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful." He murmurs with eyes looking at your panting self.
Your chest heaves with short breaths, and you let it slow down as you lean back into the pillows in your bed. You take a peek at your wet and shiny fingers in disbelief, giggling at the sight.
At the sound of your laugh, Minho joins in. "Damn, that was fun." Minho grins, the adrenaline seeping through the way he smiles. He leans in closer to the camera, eyes going all over. “I think we need to clean up, huh?”
You hum nonchalantly, but you notice your breath is not getting any slower. The thought hits you hard. You just masturbated with - in front of -
“Thank god I have no morning class, I need some good sleep after that.” He yawns, but then he gives another soft smile. “I wish you were here though, a cuddle would be perfect.”
The vision of both of you cuddling on your bed soothes your mind for a bit. You just know he’d be a great cuddler, and for some reason, it sounds nice. Lovely, even.
“Hey, after class you wanna grab dinner?”
After class. You will be meeting Minho, the person you just masturbated with, only in a few hours. Then you will present your work together.
Like a freight train, the embarrassment slams you in the face. You can't even say a thing, mouth only gaping open soundlessly, but you notice your heartbeat kicking abnormally in your ribcage, the sound starting to invade your senses.
"(Y/n), you okay?" Minho’s voice cuts through the racing thoughts in your mind. Gosh, he really does have tender eyes. He looks so worried, and genuine.
But your panic wins.
“I - I need to - I need to go - “
“Hey, tell me what’s - “
You never hear him finishing his sentence, because you already leave the meeting without saying another word.
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Despite knowing how much this presentation is worth for your grades, you want nothing more than to bury yourself in the nearest soil. And obviously, it’s not because you lack sleep. Because surprisingly, after that incident, you manage to sleep.
Probably because orgasms can make you that tired.
"Oh my, look at her, she's still alive!"
Barely, you think as Kibum walks to your seat, a sleepy Jonghyun in his trail, looking like he just woke up from a nap. Afternoon classes can either grant you extra nap time, or give you the most unfocused study time in the whole day.
In your case, without your morning classes, you can catch up with your needed sleep.
"Hey there, Kibum, Jjongie."
"You shouldn't be here. One of you must've dropped the class." The male with platinum hair gasps. "Minho dropped this class, didn't he?"
"What? No one's dropping the class." You groan, to which Jonghyun shouts in victory, startling you but not Kibum.
"You owe me 10 bucks."
"Whatever," Kibum rolls his eyes. "We still have one more run."
"Yeah but that's - "
You glare at them both. "You made bets?"
"Taemin put 30 on you dropping the class."
"Me? Dropping classes?” You almost shout, which makes Jonghyun cringe in understanding.
"Yeah he's not the brightest."
"See? It's more probable to have Minho leave." Kibum insists.
"Listen, Minho and I - "
"Me and (Y/n) are what?"
You freeze, recognizing the voice that lulls you to the peak of pleasure only a few hours prior. The blurry images of last night resurfaces in your mind, just like on the screen. You keep staring at the other way, not knowing how you will keep your expressions in check as soon as you see Minho.
"She’s not lying, you're still alive!"
Minho raises an eyebrow in amusement. “Of course I am, what would she do to me, kill me?”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised.” Jonghyun chimes in, getting a laugh from Minho. The latter suddenly takes a seat beside you, and though you still hesitate to face him, you can smell his cologne that almost immediately makes your brain short-circuit.
“So you both actually managed to finish the assignment?” Kibum asks, his head turning from you to Minho. You have no choice but to turn to your partner, and he’s already smirking at you.
“We did. Not without sacrifices, though.” The taller male answers, looking at you with unmistakable fire in his eyes. You hold the urge to glare at him but only nod and force a smile in agreement.
“Huh.” Jonghyun murmurs, almost like an encouragement for both of you to elaborate more. But Kibum already cuts him off.
“Man, professor Lee will have a field day - “
"I probably will.” The said professor chimes in, making Kibum shout and the class laugh. “That's enough, Kim Kibum. Now let's start the class. Today's the presentation day, yeah? Let's begin with Sungjae's group."
Minho stays sitting down on your left side, leaving Kibum and Jonghyun bickering over some badly designed presentation slides from the others. As your eyes meet Minho's dark ones, the noise around you fades away, and you're left with a tight feeling in your stomach.
"Are you ready?" He asks and you jolt in surprise at how calming his eyes are to you. So you just grin, letting yourself relax. Because despite everything, you know you’ll get the presentation part right. 
"Of course." Your smile grows wider as you find the need to push his buttons further. "I hope you slept well."
He smirks. "Couldn't ask for a better rest."
In the end, despite Minho keeps bumping into you, or his hand lingering on yours as you click on the next slide, or him giving you that weird stare publicly, the presentation goes surprisingly well.
Professor Lee compliments the presentation you both give, even mentioning how this might be the first time the two of you are on the same side, and it creates great results, detailed and insightful. Minho manages to look smug and say, “She just took control of the situation, that’s all we need.”
You almost choke.
As soon as the class is dismissed, you know exactly what Minho is going to do.
“Hey, (Y/n) - “
“I need to talk to you.”
Minho’s eyes widen in surprise when you say it at the same time, then the surprise look melts into a goofy grin, like he’s relieved. You mirror it unconsciously.
“Sure, wanna go somewhere?”
As you both bask in each other’s presence, you don’t notice Kibum and Jonghyun staring intensely when you leave the class side by side. Kibum nudges the brunet curiously. 
"They seem different, don’t they?”
"But did you see? Minho is clearly eye-fucking her."
Kibum smirks. “I win.”
“Fuck you.” Jonghyun groans in realization, preparing his wallet.
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The walk back to Minho’s dorm room is in silence. It’s not necessarily uncomfortable, but you still prefer a lighter situation with the tall male by your side. He seems to understand the hesitance, or rather, he prefers to wait until you start.
So when you sit down on his couch, shoes, and bag discarded neatly, you know the ball's on your court.
As you will yourself, Minho only stares at you longingly. He can’t believe you’re here in his room, although not in his bedroom but his common room instead (he internally cheered when he opened the door and saw no roommate to be found). Yes, he has questions regarding your actions on him last night, but he has a strong guess, and he just can’t wait to have it confirmed.
You always drive him crazy, and it makes him mad that you shared such a moment last night but it doesn’t guarantee him to get to know you more. Or having you more.
“So.” Your voice interrupts his thoughts, perking him up.
“Yeah?” He immediately pushes. Patient, Choi.
“I think we did great just now.”
Minho can’t help but bark a laugh. “Seriously? We fucking did, though.” He begins proudly, earning a pretty smile from you. “Never heard him compliment students so bluntly.”
“Right?” You scoot closer to him, now your knees touching. “I guess something good comes out of this.”
He takes the chance and puts himself on your eye level. “Only that?”
Your eyes widen, shyness taking over as your reply, “Well, not only that.”
Realizing now you both are on the same page, Minho presses even further. "Mm-hm?"
The girl beside him finally sighs. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Minho replies truthfully. “But what happened?”
“I just panicked, you know. Dysphoria and all.”
And with that, his worries are confirmed. He understands that more than anything because those kinds of reactions after reaching climaxes are not uncommon.
“Hey,” he begins, hand reaching out to touch your knee. “I get it, it happens.” A pause. “I had it once, too.”
From the way you stare at him, he knows you’re surprised by the information. But he’s still teetering on the edge, so maybe next time he can indulge you in the story.
For now, he has more things to confirm.
“But did you regret it?”
“No!” You answer a tad too fast. “No, I didn’t.” You finally look him in the eye. “I really loved it.”
“Did you now?” He pushes, a smirk gracing his lips, and his anticipation grows rapidly.
You nod, slightly leaning in closer to his face. “And I’m also wondering if all you said were just words.”
Minho’s breath hitches, “Fuck. Should I prove you wrong again?”
Exceeding his expectations, you grab his hand which is sitting on your kneecap, then move it higher up your inner thigh. Then, you smile mischievously, the sight making Minho dizzy because damn, you’re way prettier in person than in those Zoom calls.
“If you want me that bad, sure.”
He groans. “Oh come on, you’re the one who suggested visiting my room.”
You laugh, and the sound is way too husky to be considered playful. Suddenly, but not surprisingly, you lean in to capture his lips in a kiss, which makes Minho groan immediately.
Minho takes control of the kiss as soon as it starts, cupping your cheek in his palm, and holding your waist with his other hand, gripping them tightly and making you gasp. His tongue immediately invades your mouth, and god you taste so good -
“I’ve wanted to do this since forever.”
“Really?” You pant.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to finally have you all to myself.” He dives back in, devouring your lips and swallowing your whimpers. All his imagination from last night pales in comparison to this, to you actually being in his arms, making the sweetest sounds for his ears.
“I suggest - “ You begin with stuttering breaths after parting so suddenly, “We move to your bedroom.”
Minho smirks. “On it, baby.”
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wincumdump · 4 months
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kiestrokes · 4 months
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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.
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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.
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thesafecafe · 10 months
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Trust In Me: Mommy May
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Summary: You can always trust in Taemin. He is always there for you. He is always there, leading you down the right path. Really, you have no choice but to trust in him. You will, if you know what’s good for you.
CW + Disclaimer: 18+, MDNI, yandere Taemin, toxic relationship, gaslighting, obsessive and possessive themes, manipulation, fingering, pussy slapping, oral (male rec), cum swallowing, unprotected sex (don’t), riding, slight objectification themes, mommy dom! Taemin, sub fem! reader (who’s wearing a microskirt and no panties), pet names, condescending Taemin, reader is naïve + subservient, smut under the cut enjoy! 
Disclaimer: I do not believe that any of the members of SHINee would act like this in real life, nor is it a guide on their real life personalities. I do not support/condone the behavior represented in this work, it is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.
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Tea. Sugar. Milk. Honey. You mentally ticked off  the ingredients for the tea you were making. You couldn’t make any mistakes; you couldn’t afford any. It was already bad enough that you were running behind. Thankfully, you’d already prepared lunch, and as soon as you finished setting up the afternoon  tea tray, you heard it. The sound that signaled the winding down of time. The sound of a familiar, habitual whistling. Taemin was home. Quickly assessing your tray, you set the final touches up, before throwing off your apron and picking up the tray. Making your way to the  living room, you carefully lowered yourself onto your knees.
You let out an internal sigh of relief as you realized you’d made it to the living room first. Just in time too, since it only took a few moments for the whistling to stop. You caught a glimpse of his boots as he walked in, since your eyes were trained on the floor. It was just what he’d taught you to do: kneel before him and don’t speak until he addressed you. A lesson in manners that had been drilled into you over and over again. You heard him taking off his accessories, tossing them into a drawer before he turned to you. “You’re on time today dear. That makes a whole month of you being a good girl right?” He sounded pleased as he circled around your form, before sitting in his recliner. “Go on, speak.”
“Thank you mommy. It is my pleasure to serve you. I wouldn’t be able to do it without you. Allow me to serve you again this afternoon.”  Taemin smiled. You genuinely wanted to please him. The lessons had been paying off. “You may serve me. Start with the tea today.” You nodded, placing the tray on his side table. Rising to your feet, you began to prepare the tea that he usually drank. You hoped he couldn't see that your hands had a slight tremble to them. ‘He’s in a good mood, you can ask. Don't worry.’  You reassured yourself as you poured the tea, handing it over to Taemin. ‘Now or never Y/N. Be brave.’ As you prepared yourself to speak, you didn't realize that your expression had changed.
“What’s on your mind my dove? You look worried to death.” Taemin took an appreciative sip of tea, humming before setting it aside. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. So much for being subtle. “Well mommy, I had a question to ask you. Do you remember Mr. Kim’s dove?” He nodded, his eyes meeting yours. “I remember you two had quite an interesting play date last time.” You nodded your head earnestly, excitement beginning to mix with your nerves. “I really enjoyed her company, and when it was time for my phone privileges last week, she asked if I would go to the movies with her soon. If it’s alright with you, can I go mommy, please?” Your words were a bit rushed, but clear. You knew he understood your request, and you waited with bated breath for him to  answer.
Seconds stretched into minutes, and you felt like time had slowed down. Each passing second felt like an hour, and you could feel a bead of sweat roll down your neck. Had it always been this hot in the room, or was it the way you were being regarded by your lover, like you were one of the targets he hunted down as a sport. As the tension in the air became palpable, you were sure he was weighing what you said in his mind. Finally, he broke the tense silence. “You want to go to the movies? With someone else?” The indicative tone of his voice had you  dropping to your knees. “It wouldn’t be just anyone! It would be your most trusted acquaintance chaperoning. It would be safe as well-’ 
You are cut off by a hand cupping your jaw. Forcing your chin up so that you meet his eyes. Taemin’s glare freezes you. “My most trusted acquaintance? Who are you to decide who that is for me?! Did I ever say that he was?!” You shake your head, your mouth useless as it is caught in his vice grip. “I allow you company once, and this is how you repay me? You ask to break my number one rule, knowing that it keeps you safe, that it keeps us safe!” You claw at his hand, panic overtaking you. This wasn’t what you planned to happen. You thought you’d done everything right.. “No-no, mommy, I didn’t mean it that way! I wouldn’t try to break your rules, I promise!” Taemin pushes you away, almost toppling you over. 
“I see. You don’t love me anymore, right? That’s why you’re asking. My company isn’t enough for you anymore.” You continually denied his words, telling him that you loved him with all your heart. “Is that so? It can’t be. If you really loved me, you’d get on your knees and beg my forgiveness. You’d never ask to go somewhere without me again.” Your heart split in two at his words. Were you really so cruel? You’d never meant to hurt his feelings. Getting onto your hands and knees, you hung your head low. “Please forgive me mommy, It won’t happen again. I’ll be good, I promise! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Another silence fills the room, shorter this time. “Are you really sorry?” Taemin’s voice had a particular edge to it, that you couldn't quite place.
“Yes mommy! One thousand times sorry!” You couldn’t see the wicked sneer on Taemin’s face as he contemplated his next words carefully. “I’m deeply disappointed in you sweetheart. I go to work all day, thinking of nothing but how I’ll keep you safe and take care of you. You really deserve a punishment for such bad behavior.” Your heart dropped at his words. Taemin’s punishments were like hell on earth, and something you never wanted to experience ever again if you could avoid it. There were still scars from the last time. “But since you’ve been so good this past month, I won’t punish you.” Your eyes widened, and you looked up at him in shock. “Don’t look so surprised. I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself.” 
You watched as he sat back in his chair, his legs spread wide in his recliner. “Go on dove, show me how sorry you are.” His words hung heavy in the air, and you immediately shuffled closer, stopping when you were situated between his legs. Reaching for his belt, you quickly unbuckled it, before unzipping his pants. You could see the outline of his dick through his underwear, already starting to stand at attention. You carefully placed your hand on him, rubbing him through the material. Taemin sighed, a look of boredom on his face. “Is that all, my toy?” He sighed again, closing his eyes. You changed tactics, this time reaching for the band of his underwear. The last thing you wanted was for him to be unsatisfied. You pulled down his briefs just enough to spring his cock free of restraints.
You wasted no time, taking him into your mouth. Your tongue flattened against the tip, rubbing against it, before sucking it fervently. Taemin groaned as you alternated between harsh sucking and swirling your tongue around him. Your hand moved along the base, your nails grazing the underside of his length. If you’d been paying attention, you’d have seen the way his hands gripped onto the arms of the chair as you pleased him. He was restraining himself; he'd never admit it to you, but he could barely keep himself together from a single touch from you 
You could hear him cursing under his breath, a sign he was close. You kept going, taking him further into your mouth, and finally looking at his face. He is watching you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You made eye contact with him, not stopping your actions. You moaned around him, sucking and licking more earnestly. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you let yourself get lost in the feeling. “Fuck!” Taemin cursed loudly, throwing his head back as he filled your mouth with his seed. You caught all of it, not allowing any to spill. “Good girl, swallow it.” Taemin panted, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.
You obeyed him, opening your mouth to show him when you were done. “I knew you were still my good girl. Come here, stand up for me.” He pulled you up, bringing you to stand between his legs. He parted your thighs, before sliding his hand up to your slit. Running his middle finger between your lips, he felt your arousal pool and run down to his palm. You shuddered when he grazed your clit. He kept at his shallow teasing for a few moments, before pausing to speak. “You’re my good girl, right?” You swallowed thickly, trying to break through your clouded haze of lust. “Yes mommy, I’m your good girl.” He hummed, nodding his head. “So you won’t ask me to break any more of the rules, right?” You shook your head, reassuring him that you’d never ask again.
Resuming his previous movements, Taemin pressed his fingers deeper between your lips, now fully dragging over your clit. He carefully dipped his middle finger into your hole, loving the way your walls sucked him right in. “My perfect little toy, you’re so naïve. Everyone sees it in you.” Taemin added another finger into you, pumping them in and out, and hitting a spot that had you reeling. “You have to be more careful. Don’t you know that she was trying to humiliate you in public?” His thumb finds your clit, rubbing in circles. “She talks about everyone behind their back, so how could I let you go out with her?” You don’t answer, far too lost in the pleasure you were receiving. 
He increased his pace, his fingers fucking into you with renewed purpose. “All you can do is trust in me. I’m here for you, I never deceive you, do I?” You shake your head again. “No, you, you never lie to me mommy. I trust you.” Taemin smirked, satisfied with your answer. Sliding his fingers out of you, he gave you a moment to register it before landing a harsh smack to your clit. It only took two more to send you over the edge, your cries of pleasure like music to his ears. When you came down from your high, he was beaming at you. “My dove, you’re so well behaved, just for me.” You blushed at the compliment, not used to receiving such positive feedback from him.
Taemin pulled you closer to him, pulling you down until you were straddling his thighs. Pulling your face towards his, he kissed you deeply, the taste of his release still on your lips. He broke the kiss for air, putting his forehead against yours. He took a good look at you as you caught your breath. Your makeup was smudged, lip gloss almost nonexistent. Your skirt bunched around your waist, a poor excuse for covering up any skin. But what really drew him in were your eyes. Blown over with lust and unfaltering adoration for the man in front of you. You wanted him, and if there was nothing he wanted more, it was for your desire to be solely focused on him.
Reaching for the lever of the recliner, Taemin adjusted the chair to a more comfortable position. He could feel your eyes on his every movement. “Ride me.” He commands you softly, seeing how much further you’re willing to go; how far you’re willing to go for him. You grab him, aligning the head with your entrance. You ease onto him carefully, until he is fully sheathed in you. You adjust for a moment, before you are moving your hips up and down on him, the both of you sighing in pure bliss. Taemin’s hands come to rest on your hips, helping to move you along the length of his dick. “Do you want to cum for me dove? Want me to fill you up just the way you like?” His teeth nipped at the skin of your neck, and you shivered at the sensation.
“Yes, yes mommy please! Please fill me up!” Taemin kissed your neck, his mouth trailing marks all over your skin. “Then tell me you trust me, that I’m the only one you’ll ever trust. You’re mine, and no one else deserves you, they don’t love you the way I do.” Taemin knew you’d tell him what he wanted to hear. You were completely loyal to him, You were his toy, his puppet specifically. It only took a few strings to make you behave how he wanted. You had no choice but to trust in him. Every puppet needed a master. He just happened to be yours. “You’d better trust in me just like I’m saying.”
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Tags: @minhyuuk​, @brownsugarbaybee​, @hee0soo​, @mommyhwa​, @legbouk​, @singularity777​
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mykoreanlove · 3 months
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if you do smut, can you please do a dom taemin story? i don't really care what the plot is, i just rarely ever see dom taem on here. if not, then a cute fluff would be alright too, i just want some taemin things~ thank you!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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You paced through your apartment, annoyed because you still haven’t figured out what to wear tonight.
It was almost eight and Taemin would be here any minute.
You grabbed a floral dress and held it in front of you as you gazed at your reflection in the mirror.
Do I want to look cute?
You shook your head and grabbed the next piece of clothing - a leather jumpsuit that even catwoman would be jealous of.
Do I want to look sexy?
You put down the clothes and sighed. You didn’t date for too long and you wanted to take it slow - you knew you had to - but Taemin made it so hard for you.
One look at his face and you were ready to jump his bones. You visited him in the studio once and had to get yourself off in the company toilet right after. He was melting your insides, he was toying with you without even realizing.
You had no idea if he felt the same for you - after all he was always acting funny and cute so you stuck to your decision: you had to take it slow.
The bell rang shortly after. You opened the door and looked into Taemin‘s shiny eyes, already melting.
„Hey y/n“, he looked you up and down, fighting his smirk. „Nice dress.“
The two of you talked for a while. Sat on your couch you flirted, laughed and shared some secrets but you still kept some distance to him.
„How do you like my shirt?“, he asked out of the blue.
His shirt? It was white with blue stripes at the sleeves. There was a red monster printed on it with some letters above.
„Hurt lover?“, you mumbled confused.
Taemin nodded and moved closer to you. He looked at you with longing, with a desire for more.
„You‘re keeping me at a distance love. I’m a hurt lover because of you.“
As the realization had hit you, you climbed on his lap and sat on him, attacking him with endless kisses.
God, finally.
You masturbated so many times to this imaginary scenario - but now it was real.
He was sitting underneath you, hard as a rock. His lips, plush and soft, on yours while his tongue was gliding softly in your mouth. You felt hot. Heat rose all through your body.
Can butterflies survive in such heat? Because you were feeling far from innocent now.
You started grinding your hips while pulling on his long, dark hair. Taemin moaned into your mouth, not breaking the kiss once. His hands discovered your body, caressing your backside firmly.
After minutes he broke the kiss and let his head fall back. Veins popped out on his neck. Only now did you realize how fast his heart was beating.
„Y/N“, he huffed out, „I am dizzy.“
You shot up alarmed, taking his head into your hands. Taemin placed his big hands on yours and smiled: „We‘ve only kissed so far and I’m already on the verge of passing out. What are you doing to me?“
Relief cursed through you - he was okay. In fact, he was more than okay and that made the butterflies in your stomach go wild again.
„I’m sorry“, you mumbled.
Confusion was plastered on his face. „What are you sorry for?“
You fumbled with his shirt.
„It’s just… I find it so hard to hold myself back when I’m around you.“
You looked down, this was embarrassing.
„Then don’t.“
You looked up at him.
„I know I seem all cutesy and stuff but I’m way more than that, y/n. I don’t want to be your friend after all. I want to be yours.“
He looked at you with big eyes, vulnerability shining through them. You wondered how he would look at you doing other stuff.
„Can I touch you?“
You gasped.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
You nodded.
Taemin kissed you again while his hands wandered over your body. He stopped at your boobs and squeezed them. Even though you were wearing clothes you could have sworn your skin was burning from his touch.
He continued exploring and stopped again, squeezing your booty now. He groaned into your mouth.
Oh god, I’m not going to survive this.
You felt your pussy clench, you needed him so bad.
His hands kept wandering, going right under the hem of your dress. He felt the heat that was radiating off you, approaching your core slowly.
You felt his index finger gliding over your thong.
Taemin‘s lips left yours. He was resting in the crook of your neck, restraining himself now.
„Can I?“
You nodded.
„Use me. Please.“
He didn’t hesitate and slid your thong to the side. You heard him suck in his breath as he collected all of your wetness. His index finger circled around your pulsating clit.
You were desperate for him. Every touch of his set you on fire. You needed more.
He knew exactly what you were thinking and proceeded to use his index finger on your entrance now. Slowly, he pushed it in and out of you. This felt good but you needed more.
„Taemin.“
He looked at you, curiosity and bewilderment in his gaze.
„Need more.“
He smirked at you while adding another finger. This was it - your head fell back as you surrendered to this moment.
Taemin watched you closely. Your boobs bouncing from breathing heavily, your eyes shut from pleasure and your whole body turning towards him, waiting to be devoured.
You felt him curve his fingers inside you and hit the right spot, quicker and more forceful each time.
Moans were escaping your lips. You had no idea he watched you this intensely, as you were too far gone.
The fire in you was taking over. You felt the heat in your core, it was washing all over you.
Taemin‘s other hand stabilized your back as you forcefully came all over him.
Fuck taking things slow.
He pulled you to him, both of your foreheads resting against each other. Your breathing normalized again, but you were too spent to talk. Taemin‘s hand came up between the two of you, his fingers glistening from your juices.
His eyes lit up even more. Seeing you like that was such a turn on but actually making you melt on his fingers? Heavenly.
He brushed your lips with his fingers, smearing all of you on your lips.
„Taste“, he commanded.
You watched him obediently as you licked your lips.
„Like it?“
You nodded, a bit ashamed but also turned on by that.
„That‘s what you get for not holding back, love.“
Hope u liked it. 💕
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muselin · 11 months
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How about a dose of exhibitionist Shinee for your wildcards?
SHINee wildcards - exhibitionism
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Who: SHINee x reader
What: ⛔️🔞 smutty and suggestive, outdoor sex, groping in public, impulsive acts. also here, enjoy this fancam of Minho dancing "Body Rhythm" because it should be fucking illegal
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Onew
The grass tickled your calves and the wind tousled Jinki's hair as you rode him. His palm rested on your hip and his sighs filled your ears.
"Can't believe you'd let them see," you taunted, angling your hips so you could take his cock deeper. Visiting him on his yoga retreat had been his idea but this was a whole different level.
"It's all about letting go, isn't it," Jinki smiled as he whispered in your ear. From the corner of your eye you could see people peeking from behind the nearby trees.
He thrust up hard and you nearly screamed. You were certain that people could hear you.
"Oh fuck, Jinki..."
Your control was slipping. The lack of shame from Jinki was doing something to you and he knew it.
"Sounds like you're the one who needs to let go. Go on, cum for me..."
Key
"Kibum!"
You hissed in warning when his hands landed firmly on your hips and he leaned in to kiss you.
"Come on, you know you want to. And it will finally get the stylists to stop flirting with me," he smiled mischievously.
"They-- They what?"
"Look at the blond one, I told you," Kibum whispered, nudging his head in that direction. Sure enough, the blonde girl was only pretending to be putting away makeup brushes but her eyes were glued to you and Kibum.
You brought a hand to the back of his neck and kissed him feverishly, possessiveness bubbling in your chest. He didn't hold back, parting your lips with his tongue and deepening the kiss immediately. He pressed you up against a table and hiked up one of your legs around his waist. The leather of your boot creaked across the latex panel of his bodysuit, the noise adding to that of your making out.
"Is she gone yet? I need to be inside you so bad," Kibum murmured against your neck, pressing his hard cock against your crotch and grinding into you. You looked past his shoulder. The blond girl was rooted in place, unable to look away from the two of you.
"Yeah, she's gone."
"Good," Kibum pushed up your shirt roughly and buried his fingers in your pants. "I can't wait any longer."
Minho
The music changed and Minho invited you to dance, extending a hand in a charming gesture. You had no mind to refuse and you joined him on the dancefloor, hips swaying to the heavy beat. Someone wolf whistled and various jeering was directed at Minho but he brushed it off with a smile. Then someone abruptly changed the song to "Body Rhythm". You both stopped dancing, Minho looking at you.
"Do you trust me," he asked.
"Should I?" You teased but you were already following his gestures as he brought you in close, one hand on your waist and the other on your hip.
The way he led you had something fluttering in your stomach. He swayed your hips along with his, then changed the movement, rolling forward into you so that his entire body was flush with yours. Chest to chest, hips flush together and he swayed with you.
Then he sharply turned you with your back to him and suddenly you were aware of all the eyes which were on you. Minho pressed a hand against your chest, making sure you were flush against him, and lowered his head, trailing kisses from your collarbone to your ear as he rocked with you. When his hand reached for the zipper on your top your heart started to hammer in your chest but you didn't want to stop him. Minho dragged the zipper down until your top opened up, exposing you. He dragged his hands up your body until he reached your nipples, making a show of brushing his fingertips against them one by one, never once losing the rhythm.
Taemin
You were drunk on his lips, or maybe it was the other way around. He was guiding your hips to grind against his hard cock through your clothes, making no secret of his glances to your reflections in the practice room mirror.
"There's something else I want to see," Taemin smiled against your neck.
"Yeah?"
"I want to see what you'll do to me if I..." He trailed off as he unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it aside, and moved you off his lap to get out of his sweats. He then knelt back on the floor, taking his hard cock out of his boxers and running his fingers along the length, taunting you.
"Taemin, the door isn't locked. It isn't even closed. Anyone could walk by and see us."
"I know." His gaze didn't waver at all.
"You could lose your job."
"I won't."
"This is reckless."
"Dangeeeer," he sang to you, grinning widely.
What had gotten into him, you had no idea, but you were running out of cautionaries and all you wanted was your lips wrapped around his length. You pushed him down, not missing the way his eyes darkened at your rough treatment, and you took his cock into your mouth. It was up there with the most beautiful things when he sucked in a breath and his teeth sunk into his full lip, his eyes flitting between the mirror and the door.
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neoculturecollectives · 3 months
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hiii. I am here to beg on my knees to have YOU write anything for Minho plz plz plz!!! go to town with it. I know you'll write something heavenly nasty that'll make my clits alarm go WEEE-OOO 🚨 feed my 13 years of delulu. fuck me up. *kitheth* from your fellow SHINee hoe 💎
I knew I'd be seeing you about our favorite himbo 😎😎
I got some good news homie you don't even have to beg... walk with me for a moment... I gotta tell you something 😏
Minors, fuck off
Mentions of a reader who owns a cooter
so Minho is type of partner who has 3 sides.
1. Hard Dom
Hard dom Minho is very serious when you two are playing. He's firm. He's not gonna tell you something 3 or 4 times. He knows that it's absolutely realistic to be so caught up in excitement, lust, and the orders that he gives you that his commands fall on short-circuiting ears but he will never tell you something more than twice. Never.
He loves things messy and sloppy. He's the kind of guy to devour your pussy just because he it's his favorite thing to do. He doesn't care if he's supposed to be punishing you. He has a weakness: tasting you, bumping his nose against your clit while he's fucking you with his tongue, seeing the way your thighs glisten when he spreads your legs. He's obsessed with it. When you're good, he'll eat you out, fuck you, spill his cum inside of you, and then go right back to eating you out. He doesn't necessarily care about what's considered taboo when it comes to eating you out or even if lapping his own cum up as he eats you out is considered insane. He knows what he wants, he knows what he likes, and above all else; he knows that everything he does makes you cum harder and harder each time he does it to you and that's the only thing he has on his mind. When you're bad, you don't get to try and scoot away from him or push him off of you. He's not pulling you back to him. Why? Because you're not moving away from him and why are you not moving away from him? Because you know better. Oh, God do you know better.
He's big on doggy style. The way he can grab at you, reposition you, drive his cock deep into you with deep emphatic strokes that he knows will have you sobbing and begging him to never stop. He loves that he all of this power over you because when he's talking dirty in your ear; calling you a cum dump, an easy hole, or a cocksleeve- he doesn't have to sell that concept to you. You both know how easy you'll give it up for him. He loves that he's found someone he can love and degrade, worship and deprive, pamper and control.
He's a huge fan of watching you struggle to fit his cock inside you
(3rd arm agenda, okay??)
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He's gonna talk some shit about it too. He isn't a toxic man but he's a manly man and manly men like doing things that bring out the masculine parts of themselves that make them feel all of the wonders of their "prime" (I use the term "prime" very loosely because as long as you're alive, you're in your prime) so he loves dragging you back to him when he's overstimulating you, loves how you try in vain to push his hands away from your sensitive cunt, how you respond to how deep his voice is as he's talking you through another orgasm.
He likes to spank you and sometimes slap your face but he loves handling you and he'd much rather wrap a hand around your throat to hold you in place while he's fucking you in missionary. When he's fucking you from behind, he'd rather trap your arms behind your back and drive into you. He loves the Pretzel Dip position the best and will definitely make you suck his fingers any chance he gets.
He has an oral fixation. Will he obliterate your throat? Yes. The sight of you on your knees for him; teary-eyed, trembling, and drooling from the corners of your mouth is enough to make him cum.
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2. Soft dom
Minho as a soft dom is playfully and adventurous. He likes to laugh and tease and he's a bit of a pushover. He'll tease you just so he can hear you whine and laugh when you do. He thinks you're cute, lush, beautiful. He wants to show you that even though you're both playing, you're still the center of everything for him. He wants to spoil you with his time, his love, his body. He loves knowing that he can get you off. That alone is so hot and he wants to show you that he appreciates the trust you have for him in all aspects of your relationship. He loves watching his fingers or his cock slowly sink into your cunt or how puffy and used your lips get from blowing him. He's gonna tell you that your cunt is gorgeous- yes gorgeous because to call anything about you pretty is lazy in his eyes and he has to always do his best to make you comprehend how he sees you.
3. Sub Minho
He's gonna praise you, talk you through your orgasms, overstimulate you while he chuckles. When you're trying to get away from him, he's very much a "Hey, love, don't leave me... Please. Need you so much, okay?" and how could you ever deprive this man of his favorite indulgence?
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Every once in a while, he'll let you take control. He's not super submissive but he'll let you pull his hair, choke him, and whatever else you want- within reason. He's not into pegging but he's a giver and he's fair so he'll let you try things if you're curious.
Bonus: Aftercare
When he's in the head space to let you be in control, he likes watching you ride him. Loves the way you look when you hover over him and fuck yourself up and down on his cock; how you sigh when he reaches up to toy with your nipples or presses his hand to the small if your back. He's just in love.
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Overall, Minho is a simp for his partner and aftercare is something he loves to do. Aftercare when he's done hard domming you is gentle, quiet, and playful. He also needs reassurance from you. Reassurance that he satisfied you and that he didn't go too far. He has the self control of a Saint but he always needs the reassurance that in his own moment of excitement, lust, and control that you didn't set a boundary only for it to fall on short-circuited ears. He's getting you a drink, cracking a window for some fresh air, and you're both going into the gentle affirmations part of your aftercare routine.
When he's done soft domming you, he's silly, soft, and clingy. He loves holding you but he also loves when you hold him so he can press his face into the crook of your neck for some good ol' snuggle time.
and thank you for coming to my TedTalk
When he's feeling more submissive, he doesn't feel that he needs aftercare unless you're both trying something new but he likes to cater to you and your needs after. Sometimes you need it and other times you don't. When you don't, he's down to just rest with you.
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no but that was a spiral that I didn't expect holy hell thank you for reading if you got through it all!!
and thank you to @saradika for the dividers 🤍
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sugar-petals · 2 years
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surprise smut roulette ♣︎ | x male idol 𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰
⇢ enter the matchmaker_  ⇢ play at your own risk_
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## feat. [txt_] HUENING KAI・[skz_] FELIX・[bts_] YOONGI・[nct_] TAEYONG・[exo_] KYUNGSOO・[shinee_] TAEMIN
↳ ★【INTRO. 】welcome to this ‘pick a treat’ roulette. find your perfect match through 6 questions that lead to a hot surprise candidate. are you ready for a gamble? 
𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰. ⚠️ 18+, smut, dom & vanilla fem!reader, face-sitting, kinky stuff (breath play/self-choking | bondage | masochism | finger sucking), non-pg food mention, anxiety, corruption & praise kink
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⇉ 【 ♠︎ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 】
↳ read all - do not skip
looking for a handsome devil who’s an angel. ➝ choose A.
the expert of experts please. like, the living legend. ➝ choose B.
the fun kind. an inexperienced, nasty, pretty mess. ➝ choose C.
soft hours, i just want the sweet & innocent bean. ➝ choose D.
i’m ready. point me to the craziest guy you have. ➝ choose E.
passionate, slow, loving, classy, you name it. ➝ choose F.
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▸▸▸ 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍.
MATCHMAKER LOADING… (scroll for result)
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A.  l e e  t a e y o n g ♡
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Cooks you a tasty meal three hours beforehand. Your favorite one, and it’s restaurant quality. After digging in, the two of you share a lovey-dovey calm down moment on the couch. Taeyong puts on a sweet romantic movie. Like really sugary sweet. Kiss the cook sounds like proper advice in that situation. It’s not just making out, though. You do pay attention to the movie as well. The atmosphere is nice, he put up incense sticks, and the plot is wholesome. An impatient voice in your head remains. Taeyong’s body is too shapely to ignore in his all-tight, all-fashionable clothing tonight. When the credits roll, it’s time for cleaning up. In two ways of the word if you catch my drift. Him in the kitchen. You in the bathroom. Everything planned out. Ready to go twelve minutes later. He arranged the bed to be extra comfortable. You lay down together. Shit, the tension is about to snap. You can’t stand it anymore and end up shrugging off your showering robe without further ado. You sit down on him. Make yourself at home. You’ve done this plenty of times before. But it still feels like a first. Caring Taeyong is the type to ask how you want it every other minute. You tell him some soft kitty licks would be nice. He starts off superficial, but accurate. Deep and sloppy is for later. Looks great in his black tanktop by the way. The hair going all over the pillow. His eye makeup wavering. If only he fully realized he’s such a perfect 10, hands down. You tell him at every opportunity. But Taeyong is always cautioned and has a self-sacrificing character. He’s anxious, but curious at once — which is his and your advantage. Continues very slowly, whimpery. He always needs a comfort zone. And warmth around the bed. No cold room ever. It needs to be heated.
Can’t tolerate anyone walking in on the two of you, either. Door’s locked. Music’s playing. Taeyong’s getting it good with your palms on his thighs. „Baby, you’re delicious.“ That’s all he can say between his hard breaths and one madly working jaw. You talk super dirty to him, though his ears are… firmly enclosed for the most part. With you on top of it, his face never felt so amazing, but god damn. He also notices just how he’s straining his tongue to the max the more it goes on. Taeyong is exhausting every muscle in it. You once said that stamina is all it is: He listens to your feedback very carefully. Taeyong secretly wants to be bossed around. He’s always a little worried and concerned, needing your guidance. Dependent on your lead, even. Immerses his face very profoundly the more he works himself up. Wants to feel your warmth. And make you feel so good and connected to him. Checks on you all the time. ‚Okay like that?‘ Dedicated boyfriend who just wants to know you’ve clenched up at least once a day. Intimacy, it’s like a confession. But it’s also about licking the stress away. You should know he’s all yours. The sheer eye contact will make you cum. He has such a thing for your bucking, thrusting hips. Never overstimulates you, though. Always stops at the right moment. Got your favorite towel ready at all times, too. Mirror mirror on the wall, he’s the cleanest of them all? Taeyong deserves all praise, he’s so neat with everything. Needs his bunny plush to come down afterwards. This really is the man who has a whopping truckload of sex with you all week in full slut mode. Curls himself into a ball. Little spoon Taeyong gets his due reward by snuggling him to sleep. It’s all, all, all about affection.
[ play the matchmaker on ao3 ]
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B. m i n  y o o n g i ♡
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Sitting on his face? Hmm… Gotta break it to ya: That’s for starters. Fact is: Any position will do. Any. Your wildest imagination. Just tell him. Yoongi is a very creative character. He will find a way. want him to kneel down while you’re standing, leg over his shoulder? He’s perfectly tiny, what did you think he was gonna do! Do tall people stuff? So, you get the idea; no limits. He’s dreamed about all of it anyway. Just never had the courage to speak those ideas out loud, you know. Nothing else on his mind. Beyond the calm and reserve of his personality is something incredibly erotic that needs to come out. Actually, Yoongi is far more physically flexible than people would expect. Plus, a lot more sensual, tactile, and touchy-feely in any case. And we’re not just talking nose boops and hand-holding, although he really gets very excited about those, don’t get me wrong. He really loves intimacy. And for you, he would do anything anyways. You don’t have to worry about him being in a mood. Or his latest audio file waiting for some last tweaks, that one can wait for another hour. Valuable time with you can’t be postponed or bought back. He’s a realist. Yoongi sets his priorities. Booked and busy he might be, but his girlfriend has a more important spot in his big bf heart. So, long story short. He’s always down. No problem. Anywhere, anytime. Out there hiking in the highest mountains? Someone’s gonna melt the snow outside the tent with his heated tongue technology. No need to light a campfire, that one only attracts the insects. Talk about bugs: Yoongi tends to be hyper-private about having sex with you, nosy people and haters should never know your business. His door codes are like 19 letters long at this point. You’ve been thinking the same thing. Who the fuck deserves to hear your man moan except you.
You both try to be quiet as you can when he goes down on you in the studio lab. Which backfires on his ears later on when you’re alone at his house and can really let it out. It’s hilarious though because Yoongi is a pianist, in his head it’s like „ohh bro she’s moaning in C minor!“ Jokes aside. Yoongi has one huge craving. A certain… drive to impress. In typical understated manner. Knows you feel so good when lying down on your back, so he can service you. Sitting down on him would only mean extra work — he wants to do those things for you. Caress your whole body. Take good care of you. Get his hair tugged on and your feet in the air. When the weather is freezing cold at best, so you can both warm up like that under a blanket. Winter is eating out season. When you’re not glued together linking hands, which is most of the time, he asks you pull off his hoodie so you can hold onto it while he gets busy making you cum. The fabric smells so good. The material is really soft. The whole garment has so much Yoongi body lotion scent and subtle perfume in its every fiber. It arouses you double. You can smell his hair shampoo as well. Knows you get off on his hands preparing the great finale, so he’ll use ’em for good. Knows the spot where to place his thumb and leaves it there to rub it side to side diagonally. Yep, this can go on and on. He doesn’t get any joint or muscle pain the next day anymore. He just wants to work you up and get you off. Yoongi can drag his tongue the slow way. Or give some lighting fast nips. Lives for your heavy hitching breath. Tongue-finger combination? Sends you spiraling, complex tongue movements in all directions. It makes you forget about responsibilities that burden you. Gives you positive dreams for the night. He really does spoil you. Wears his hoodie with a gratuitous, bashful smile the very next day. You really came crazy hard digging your fingers into it.
[ play the matchmaker on ao3 ]
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C. h u e n i n g  k a i ♡
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Fresh from the shower. The two of you, madly in love. Already made out lots under the water stream. Got steamy with lathering the shampoo everywhere on your bodies, but didn’t go all the way. Kai isn’t a fan of giving you pleasure that isn’t properly set up. Fumbling about without any aim with the water going everywhere in his eyes. It needs more structure. Your boyfriend is less impromptu than you think. Every now and then, he’s very nervous about that. Good boy gone bad where? He’s soft, that’s why you like him. But it’s up to you to come up with the programme. Spontaneous, planned, something in between? You need to show him. And it’s no rocket science. You’re obsessed with your tall ass cutie, the ideas about what to do come naturally. Needless to say, no chance to jump the gun right away though, Hyuka is pretty clingy. Cuddles a lot before. Very tight hugs. Very deep kisses. Needs his curly hair played with or he just won’t feel the mood that night. Kai needs to feel safety. Longs so much for you. Then goes absolutely stupid. Doesn’t even know where to start. Extremely overwhelmed. Talks in several languages at once. Moves about constantly. All these long ass shaky fingers roaming everywhere. Desperation on two long legs. Pleaser and an ethereally beautiful face to look at, all over the place in the opening rounds. Hyuka is a crying, shivering mess. Painfully straining boner. It’s gonna be another orgasm denied. Begs for you to go harder, wrap your thighs around him firmly. Give it to me, go for it.
Getting the hang of it sooner than later — he’s a natural talent. Adores you so much. He wants to do this all day every day. Kai’s really shocked by your body in the best of ways. Mouth gaping wide open in awe. Gotta seize the opportunity to fill it. You’re not gonna give him a shy and dainty ride. All those stuffed toys are gonna fall of the bed cuz you’re fucking the shit out of his face with increasing creaks of the mattress. Gets his spit in his eyes, but keeps on going. Hyuka ends up out of breath after only two minutes. Hopeless and sloppy, looking like a wet puddle — or poodle, depending on how you look at it. Such a gorgeous face utterly ruined. Tries his best to keep on licking cuz he’s Kittykai with his bowl of milk (that’s your nickname for him, it’s in his KakaoTalk bio ever since). Thinks you taste so great and loves being nasty. Gains in self-esteem the more he sees his nose bridge do the work for him. I mean, what else would it be doing. It’s literally built for a good time. Things are seriously chaotic with him. Might… discover he has a bratty side in the process. But, he likes being told exactly what to do and being put in his place which is of course supine. All the time. Your cute lil’ babe. Hyuka is at his best when he subs. He’s not afraid of being roughed up and having his nips pinched one by one. Goes full throttle hormonal seeing you cum: He almost passes out. Oh gee listen, this really brings out the hoe in him. He thinks about other people looking at his face tomorrow without suspecting what you did on it. Cums in his pants not once but twice. A sticky mayhem on both ends. Showering round two here we come, it’s aftercare, and then you’ll doze off after sorting his plushies back in place, that’s just proper etiquette aye.
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D.  l e e  f e l i x ♡
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His pink cozy sweater. That silky long hair to swirl around between your fingers. A very talkative, jittery boyfriend. That’s what you find kneeling in your bed in the later evening. He definitely took your text message to heart and prepared. In fact, Felix, your happy pill, has been waiting all day. It’s not like he’s been twirling thumbs only, though. He sent a lot of cutesy pictures to show himself off. You know, a little bit at least. It’s not like he’s arrogantly bragging. It’s more about cheering you up by looking good (it works) and giving you an early taste of what you’re getting (works just fine as well). That serve of a face card never declines, baby. Felix selfies are good for your health. He’s your absolute bestie after all. Good thing you can also inspect his face up close between your legs, and he’s doing his thing, it’s become a glad routine recently. He figured that stuff out I’m telling you. He has an ethic. But he’s also a coy kind of closet pervert (if that doesn’t sum him up, what does). Felix is the type to dream about burying his face in you, and that dream comes with a shocking intensity in his fantasy world. Nobody would suspect his mind to be that graphic. He wants to jerk off furiously to that thought of himself. But heaven knows he’d feel too naughty and shy to actually do it. The guilt is too strong. He’d rather save the energy — that’s actually smart. He’s right on edge when you come home. It gives him an extra slutty desperation. And a readiness to do it all. As much as you like his innocence, you gotta admit that you wanna steal it a little.
Upon the first relief of assuming the position, Felix has a reassuring sparkle in his eyes throughout. Still talks a lot, even with his mouth full. No manners, but it shall be forgiven. Cuz he’s cute, and he says all the sweet nothings. Boy’s addicted to you, but in a wholesome way. Light banter is a must. Convos are a turn-on. That bomb ass voice gives you goosebumps. It kinda riles you up, too, does it. So gratifying to listen to. Let him talk! He’s using his most seductive asset. But don’t underestimate your own voice. He likes it a lot. After all that foreplay talk, at one point it’s come on now, let’s get to work, let’s do it right. Loves his head in your hands. Pleases you very diligently. Trusts you with everything. Could eat you with his eyes closed at 3:25 AM, suspended upside down from the San Francisco brigde. Needs everything settled between pillows. Flustered when you say something kinky to him. Felix has a hidden raunchy side that needs to be provoked through topping him properly. Corrupting him like that makes you excited for more every time. It’s a sexy balance to an otherwise wholesome bedroom life. Legs are kicking when you suffocate him for a little longer than usual, he’s groaning his ass off. You can stare at his freckles for as long as you want. He makes amazing little slurpy noises, that’s adorable as shit. Treats eating you out like a kissing session. Clean eater overall, not too sticky. And even if something’s a little all over the place: Who cares about awkward moments when he can be a sunshine. Says please when asking if he can make you cum. The orgasm is deep and it’s satisfying. Felix loves it when you ride it out on him and he can’t see anything but ass from below, hello darkness my old friend. Loves the hugs afterwards. Can’t let go. He seriously and really needs you so bad. Can not even bear the two minutes of a bathroom break until you get to huddle up again. Sleeps like a baby. Your baby, he’s been so so good and all your pride.
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E.  l e e  t a e m i n ♡
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Somebody signed up for the ultimate sex symbol. The distinguished one and only. Lee Francesco Alejandro Fernando in flesh, I see I see. You want a goofy fucking weirdo. A ruined whoring catholic on crack. That’s the aesthetic, am I right or am I right. No problem, though! Taemin got it all. You know how the story goes. Starts with a smile. Finishes with a smile. Charming, he’s well aware. He thrives on praise and your lip bites, and the fact that he can make you wet with just one glance. There’s no way to resent Taemin for being so hot, it’s his right, but you know. Going by how often you’re changing into fresh underwear, you’re a little under his spell. And don’t be mistaken. He himself sweats pretty damn hard, so much he’s gotta tie his hair back. Taemin is a workaholic in bed. Because just like on stage, he always aims for his best physical performance. You really can’t call it anything else. On the one hand, he wants to be killed by the squeeze of your thighs while you’re at it. But it’s mostly about having a good time past 8PM. It’s the golden Taemin rule: Gotta have fun together, not one by one. Eating you out means enjoying himself, too. He never thinks of it as a chore. Deliciously enthusiastic. Can put on a show. Is most likely tied up. Who knew, totally surprising. A perfect blend of faux shy with lazy nips and being confident in his err, ‚artistic’ abilities. Taemin needs a freak who’s hard to handle lest he’s gonna wind up bored — Taemin loves you because you’re wild and free and wanna fuck him up for his decade of sins (seriously now, someone finally needs to punish Taemin for being so daring). Best ever edging. His technique is unusual, but it does the trick. Keeps your toes curled and your lips twitching. Like throbbing. Needy moans in between licks because he can’t get enough.
But, just like he enjoys your possessive staring, he also wants your loud response. Figured out ways to tease your clit that make you gasp out loud and smack his thighs (oh yum… he likes that). Knows his cheeks are great to sit on. Don’t lie — you’ve seen them and you’ve been thinking your thoughts. They’re all soft. They’re all inviting. Can you tell he’s encouraging? Wants to feel your bounce, he’s a guy you wanna lose control with. You can go pretty crazy on him if you think about it. The messier you move, the more he’s into that. Routinely chokes himself out while he’s gobbling you up. „Sounds so good, right?“ — his words, not mine. Blame his eagle eyes because he’s right, you’re liking it. A tease as always. Needs you riding, and needs you rolling. Your hips, no hesitation. You don’t have to worry about disturbing him. Taemin can take a little heat, and his coordination is strong. If anything, it can’t be disturbing enough for the goth emo horror prince. Who knows. He’s lusciously masochistic anyways. Taemin is built to entice and satisfy you on any given day. A little stronger is just right, a little rougher is just right. Give it to him like it’s hate sex, but like it’s love. Never tires. Wants it bad. Works the shit out of his A+ lip game. Taemin’s lips are legendary. You can feel why. As is his kinkiness. Viciously gags himself on your fingers just for fucking fun while you catch a breath and kneel a little higher. Hearing you react with coos will only give him more eagerness to have you reach today’s peak in the most spectacular way. I can’t even describe how unhinged and slutty his tongue is. Taemin is the type to give you a screaming orgasm. He won’t settle for less. All his hyungs are jealous when you brag about him being good in bed in the group chat. Taemin loves your kiss and tell. He knows where he belongs.
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F.  d o  k y u n g s o o ♡
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Listen. Dating apps, the bar, the club, colleagues, the friend of a friend, uni, whatever. Plenty of fish in the sea — if you fancy being disappointed at the end of the day, after such an effort and all that time and money spent, for nothing, thanks. And we’re being generous. The real maestro of oral science is right here. Call it back to school because he’s the headmaster in charge? Yeah, pretty close. Every trick in the book, he’s studied it to delicate perfection. He has the certain something that distinguishes him from the bulk of humankind: A real sensibility. Kyungsoo is a friend, talent, and kind person (unless it comes to self- and partner-defense, we need to be exact here) you just don’t find anywhere. If there’s one guy who knows what he’s doing? You’ve come to the right place. Whatever expectation you’re having, he can meet it with flying colors. You want to be serenaded with Spanish ballads before and after? No problem ma’am, coming up next, your own private concert! Kyungsoo is like, not gonna simply forget that he’s a walking RnB playlist. It’s called oral fixation, that also should entail some really sexy singing okay. When pleasing is an art, D.O is the Leonardo Da Vinci among his kind. Michelangelo. Raphael. And the other member from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, I forgot his name. It might have been Donatello. Anyways, the four Italian Rennaissance Art dudes alright, that’s the spirit. Despite being so good in bed, he really does keep his secrets — probably so nobody else will hit on him in the search of a good lover — he’s yours entirely. How does he do it? Probably just intuition. And observing. He actually bothers with really ‚reading’ you.
In the right situation, he told you quite a while ago that he had a long-term partner before. You’re a little jealous of whoever it was. Still, he doesn’t give out any intimate and personal details because he’s respectful of his ex, as anyone should be, and they moved away miles from you already. On the other hand, he chose you now, who he’s in love with is you, and Kyungsoo truly comes with a whopping amount of sexual experience. A „just lean like this“ kind of advice of his has more trial-and-error knowledge behind it than you think. And, which is bittersweet, his breakup also gave him ardent will to make it 200% right this time and not just 70%, to really get to know you inside out, which is double the motivation. Kyungsoo is the blueprint, the instruction video, the romantic novel, the sex ed handbook, the latest edition. Not that he eats you out like a pornstar. He doesn’t think too highly of that. Contrary to how people hype that benchmark. It’s too much going buckwild with the fingers, and it’s too short, too shallow, too showy. Kyungsoo advocates for a more loving and indulgent approach, and doing it no strings attached just because. It doesn’t inherently lead to anything else. He’s not here to get sucked off. He’s too busy making you arch. Has a tender hold around your thighs. Not a grip, that would be too strong. Kyungsoo is too deliberate and soft to be seriously brash with you. He can’t stand pushy behavior. Takes his time. Makes it all no big deal. Gets really swollen lips. There are at least three types of foreplay before he even remotely puts his mouth on you. Trails his tongue around the best spots. Listens for the desired effect. Bought some elegant toys to use on your clit. Incorporates it like the most natural thing in the world. But make no mistake: His glorious lips still leave the most intense tingle there is. He makes you wanna explode. Everything he does is well-thoughtout. Kyungsoo is a champ of the highest order. Doesn’t care if technique is boring on paper. It works wonders in practice. He’s such a keeper.
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FEEL IT TAEMIN X READER
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Pronouns used: None!
TWS: maybe slight overstimulation? Squirting, unprotected sex, and cursing (obvi)
Word count: 1192
Plot: No plot, just smut, the original plot was Taemin coming back home from a trip to you masturbating at his piano, but I cut the plot for now because who knows when I’ll finally finish it? So for now, here’s the juicy parts until I finish the full thing.
Your legs tremble as your body begins to burn, your soft cries turn into quiet moans and as he puts your legs over his shoulders, your back arches until only your head and hips touch the couch. "Oh god...Taemin..." Your eyes water as he thrusts deeper into you while looking in your eyes, the pleasure triples making you fall silent, "I love you...I love you so much," he breathes out, his eyes are barely open as he inhale and exhales deeply, soft moans tangle with his heavy breaths creating an angelic sound that make you throb around him. "So...good..." you mutter as your eyes roll back and you pout, the desperate look on your face makes him whine and lean his head back, no sounds come from either of you, neither of you can think, all you can do is feel. The intense feeling of pleasure makes you both tremble, too deep to even form a single thought.
You glance at each other for a second before that ecstasy like feeling crashes down on both of you again, you gasp and cry out as you turn your head away from him and push against his torso, chills run down your spine and cover your body as your legs begin to shake. "Tae...Taemin..." he grunts and puts his hand on the couch to keep himself from crumbling over as a wave of euphoria washes over him, the sound of you saying his name makes him want to burst. "F-Fuck...say it again...say my name..." you shake your head but do as he said, calling out his name in between short, labored breaths. A string of moans, curses, and praises follow behind his name, slurring together as you begin to leak on the sofa, "you're so good Taemin...you...you feel so good, you're oh my god!" You cover your mouth as he goes faster, the gratification of you praising him in such a lewd way makes him feel so powerful.
"Do you like it like this?" He asks while slowing down just a little, he leans down closer to you, his body almost draping over yours as he places one hand on the arm of the sofa, and the other beside your head. "Is this good? Do you want more?" You place your hand on his shoulder, weakly gripping it as you nod your head silently, "good...good...good..." you chant, "so good...you're...you're the best," you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer for a messy kiss, your lips crash against each other and he moans into your mouth, without thinking about it, you wrap your legs around his waist tightly, an unbelievable amount of warmth spreads in your lower back and stomach, letting you know that you're getting closer. "I love it...I love it, I love it, I love it!" You pull away nuzzling your face into his shoulder and neck, out of pure and raw lust, you bite down on his shoulder and moan into his skin sweaty: "I love you."
Taemin curses and tries his best to keep his body up straight, chills rush from the tip of his spine all the way to the back of his head, his body trembles as he swallows hard, quietly moaning as you lay underneath him, the feeling of you wrapping around him so tightly and uncontrollably, and unexpectedly clenching and unclenching around him, the feeling of the liquids inside of you spilling and building up makes him feel like he's going to melt. And the moment you bite down on his shoulder and whisper softly: "I love you," he whimpers loudly and leans back up, Taemin pulls your hips up with him and leads you to sit on top of him. As soon as you do he sits on the couch and puts his hands under your thighs, "c'mon baby, ride me..." you basically purr as you struggle to move, Taemin knew you'd struggle but loves the feeling of you on top of him, so he helps by moving you up and down with his hands and thrusting up inside of you.
The sound of your skin slapping together and his soft moans makes your body weak, you're already so close and when you look at his face and see the distorted look of pleasure and desperation, you fall apart immediately and lean into him again, "I...I'm gonna cum..." chills wash over your body as you leak down him, your liquids wet his thighs and torso as you crumble and your orgasm takes over. You cry out and lean your forehead against his shoulder, at first you're silent but then it hits you like a ton of bricks, that unbelievable and unimaginable amount of pleasure, you wrap your arms around him and throw your head back, moaning loudly as he fucks you through your orgasm, pushing you to the point of squirting, "Tae...Taemin! Taemin! Please! Wait!" You look at him and then throw your head back again, digging your nails into his skin as you start to bounce with his harsh movements.
"You're so pretty," he says, "you feel so good...you feel like...oh fuck...you feel so good," Taemin's eyes roll back as he becomes just as broken as you, the feeling of you gushing uncontrollably brings him past his peak. He grips your thighs harder and his mouth falls open but no noise comes out, you feel so unbelievable. Every time he's inside of you it's like the first time all over again, the amount of pleasure he feels with every thrust doubles as your voice rocks his body, the heat melts him as he becomes a puddle inside of you, before he can stop it out of pure and raw lust he pulls you down onto him harder and begins to slam into you so hard that you stop breathing, cumming inside of you as deep as he possibly could. "F...fuck..." he draws out a deep breath and keeps going, pushing past the rising sensitivity to fuck the both of you out past the point of return.
"Taemin! Taemin! I can't!" You try to stop him, although you don't really want him to, but he keeps going, his thrusts become less calculated and become more messy and aimless, yet deeper and longer. "No no no, you can take it baby, you can do it for me baby," he looks at you with the most earthshakingly sexual look on his face possible, his eyebrows turnt up, his lips curled into a mixture between a pout and a fucked up smile, and his eyes half lidded and clouded with lust and passion as he adds: "can't you baby?" You curse loudly and nod your head, rolling your hips against him with no thoughts at all, "good girl, my good girl..." your body shakes and as a final stitch to keep itself from falling before he stopped, you cling to him. "Fuck...fuck you..you feel so good!" He chuckles softly, holding you tightly as he finally slows down, until he comes to a complete stop.
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