#jonghyun imagine

[xotaemintol]

5HINee MOST LIKELY TO (NSFW)

Writers block is beating my ass rn, I have requests that I can't finish and prompts I want to do but can't, so till it passes l'II at least post things like this to stay active.

PRONOUNS USED: None//fem implied

TWS: Sub!idol, Dom!idol, sub!reader, dom!reader,overstimulation, pet play, oral (m/f receiving), pegging, daddy/mommy kink, bondage, S&M, cuckhold, and dirty talk.

MINHO 9.8/10

Despite being the jealous type he enjoys watching, he mostly likes watching you getting eaten out rather than you fucking someone else, something about seeing one of the members head between your thighs and your eyes rolling back always makes him so excited.

He first tried this with Kibum, you were tied up to the bed frame and blindfolded, your legs were wide opened and you were completely exposed to the two men as you wiggled around and waited for their next move. You weren't expecting to feel a mouth against you and you especially weren't expecting for it to be Kibums, but you weren't against it. The messy sounds of Kibum eating you out made Minho feel so turned on, the way your body spasmed and how your legs trembled made Minho wonder how long you wanted to do something like this, your begging and whining making his breathing heavier and his body hotter.

"…Oh god!" You had screamed so loudly, struggling against the restrictions of the handcuffs that dug into your wrists as you tried to escape the pleasures of Kibums tongue. You could feel Minho's eyes on you as Kibum ate you out, the feeling made you feel so dirty but so pleased. "Does it feel good baby? Is he pleasing you?" You nodded at Minho's question, desperately wanting to look at him as you answered.

TAEMIN 8.3/10

While he usually portrays a more possessive and jealous persona, Taemin loves it when you punish him by doing something like this, he's a slut for all things lustful in life and the filthier the better. He's full game to watch you get on your knees and let one of his members fuck your face, and matter of fact, he likes it even more when you tell him to touch himself while he watches.

It first started with Jonghyun, Taemin had been a brat for days now and you kept letting him get away with it but you were fed up and decided that you'd need to show him that if he didn't behave then he wouldn't get his way. You had pulled Jonghyun's hand leading him into your bedroom with Taemin sitting on the bed, telling him to sit there and look pretty as Taemin sat anxiously biting his lip as he watched. The way your hips looked as you rolled them against Jonghyun made the slight erection in his pants grow faster than what he'd like to admit, he watched with heavy eyes as you slowly undressed him and kissed all over his neck and shoulders, pressing your butt against his crotch and glancing back at him with sharp eyes. Taemins whole body felt hot and when Jonghyun started to touch you too, he was dying to join, but the moment he stood up you told him to sit back down and watch, so he did.

The way you slowly got on your knees and removed the last of Jonghyun's clothes made Taemin's hands sweat, even seeing your pretty lips wrap around the head of his dick made him whimper as if he could feel it himself. And the way Jonghyun grabbed your hair and began guiding your head left him shamelessly touching himself as he waited for his turn.

JONGHYUN 7.1/10

He was a little more hesitant but when he thought more about it he decided to give it a try and now, he doesn't mind seeing you being kissed or groped by someone else, especially when it's one of the members.

The first time he tried it was with Taemin, the three of you were sat on his couch and Taemin's hand was in your shirt as he kissed you. But Jonghyun didn't just sit and watch, he'd rather play too, so as Taemin's tongue went inside of your mouth he kissed the side of your neck, the way you moaned into Tamins mouth and put your hand in his hair made him bite his lip. He stopped for a moment to watch a little more, encouraging Taemin not to hold back as you lean in closer. The moment Taemin stopped holding back you were sitting on his lap, his hands all over your body as he kissed you till your lips were sore and your underwear was soaked, for a moment Jonghyun thought about letting you have them both, the way you gripped Taemin's shoulders told him how much you were enjoying yourself and as he was opening up to the idea.

When you had both slipped off your pants Jonghyun positioned you so that Taemin was behind you and that you were on top of him, the three of you playfully grinding against each other as Taemin kissed the back of your neck, the tension was getting heavier and it was becoming clearer that the night would end with both of them inside of you.

KIBUM 7/10

I know I'm rating him lower, but I think he's just as into it as Jonghyun actually. He enjoys when you tie him up to a chair and force him to watch you ride one of them, he didn't expect to enjoy it at first but being completely stripped naked and forced to watch makes him so painfully horny.

Jinki was happy to fill the spot of a third, you had come to him about it with Kibum and you were originally asking for advice on if it was a good idea or not, neither of you expected for him to volunteer to try it with you but you were both happy to accept. So you led both the men to your bedroom and with the help of Jinki, after stripping Kibum down you tied him to the bed and kissed him. For a while you and Jink were only playfully touching, slowly building up before you got on your knees and started to suck his dick, reacting right away Jink threw his head back and cursed softly, his eyes closed as he put his hand in your head and forced your head down. Kibum watched with his cock twitching between his thighs, biting his lip so hard that it was turning red, he wanted to touch you so bad and the sound of Jinki's voice as he praised you made that desire worse. It didn't take too long for him to be squirming against the restraints, the way you looked at him and degraded him made him whine.

"Please.." As Kibum watched Jinki bend you over on the bed beside him his desperation became too much, his needy expression was so pretty and as Jinki pressed himself against you with his hands holding your hips in place you giggled, reaching and touching Kibums thigh gently. you had decided that this was enough torture for now.

JINKI 5.1/10

If it pleases you then he'll allow it, but he'll only allow so much, surprisingly he's a lot more possessive than he looks, rather, he just doesn't like the idea of sharing as much, but if it's what you really want then he'll do it.

He had let you pick and your choice was Minho, he expected it and didn't ask why, he just agreed. His eyes watched carefully, he sat back with his legs spread. He was still fully dressed as the two of you hungrily kissed, he paid close attention to the way your hands explored Minho's body and nodded his head every time you looked at him for approval when you wanted to explore more. When Minho had led you to get on your knees you looked back at your husband, biting your lip as you pleaded with your eyes for a yes, of course, he let you, telling you that you didn't have to ask if it was what you wanted and telling you to make sure you did a good job for him.The way he spoke to you made sucking Minho's dick so much more exciting, you could feel him watching you as you slowly licked up the shaft of his cock and put your hands on his muscular thighs, the feeling made you unbelievably wet, and as you felt yourself becoming more excited you stopped and asked him for permission.

"I've let you do enough haven't I?" But he didn't let you suffer for long, instructing you to get on the bed he gets behind you as Minho gets in front of you. The feeling of Jinki fucking you as Minho pulled your hair and fucked your face made your whole body tremble."This was what you wanted?" As Jinki leaned down to your ear your walls throbbed around him, clamping onto him tightly as your moans are muffled by Minho's cock. "Do you like being fucked like a dirty slut baby? Does my pretty girl like being fucked from both ends like this?"

Most likely to be Whiny During Sex

TAEMIN 20/10

Pegging

It doesn't matter what role he's playing, a sub, bratty sub, power sub, soft dom, service dom, whatever the role he plays he's always so whiny during sex. Even when he doesn't start off that way, he always becomes so broken when you fuck him, especially if you overstimulate him, ruin his orgasms, or peg him. He'll get so whiny and it always sounds so pretty.

Taemin gasped, biting his kiss bruised lip as the head of your strap on brushed against his prostate, his sensitive cock already throbbing and leaking shiny ropes of precum as his back arched. "So pretty. You teased, your hands caressed his hips before you slowly ran your fingers through his hair and pulled harshly, a loud moan left his pillowy lips and he called out your name, his voice cracking as you started to fuck him faster. "s-so...so good.." You could hear him starting to break, the way his voice faded as you let go of his hair told you that he was enjoying himself. "Is it that good baby?" You asked, pushing his head down into the pillows you pressed your body against his firmly, angling your hips against him as you pushed him forward.

The slight change in position made his head spin, it felt like he was going to melt and when you reached down between his legs and started stroking his cock at the same pace he had lost it. Moaning loudly as he pushed back into you and whimpering as he became sensitive.

KIBUM 10/10

• Oral

Kibum is vocal no matter what he's doing. Dom or sub Kibum is going to let you know how he feels, what he likes, where he likes it, and how good it is.But he only gets whiny when he's subbing, especially when you're giving him head. Even when hes trying not to, he can't help but break every time he feels your mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Baby.. Kibums low voice trembled and his body quivered as he looked down at you, the feeling of your tongue teasing his cock made his head feel empty. "Don't tease me all night, l've been a good boy for you haven't I?" As you look up at him he trembles and grips the pillow behind his head tighter, he can't tell what you'll do next—the desire to feel your tongue against the head of his cock again clouds his brain so much that he couldn't guess if you wanted him to. "If you're such a good boy, why are you being so impatient?" As your hand slides up his thigh he whimpers and closes his eyes, it pains him to beg like this but he can't help it. "P-Please ma'am, please don't- a…..ah..” Finally when he feels your soft lips wrap around the head of his cock he's silenced by his pleasure.

As you slowly take him deeper he moans louder, his head leaned back against the pillows as he struggles not to move his hips. Every desperate cry that leaves his pretty lips pushes you to please him further, and the deeper you take him the louder he becomes. "God…..oh God!" He cries out, "Y/N! You...please... fuck, please let me cum in your mouth, please?" Kibum looks down at you, his eyes wet with desire and lust as he pleads with you. But he's given no response—not that he could complain with your tongue ruthlessly sliding across the slit of his pretty cock. His hips shuddered as he looked away and his toes curled, he could only manage gentle, raspy cries of your name that were too pretty to be ignored.

JONGHYUN 10/10

•grinding/foreplay

Jonghyun is very vocal in bed no matter what since he's usually praising you or guiding you, he often talks you through orgasms so it's not new for him to be vocal. But whiny…..Jonghyun only gets whiny when he's been waiting all day. When he hasn't seen you in about two days and only got a few kisses before leaving, that's when he becomes a mess. During foreplay he won't be able to keep himself from huffing and moaning, just kissing you has him losing his mind and when he starts grinding against you he can't help but become desperate.

The room felt hot, the air was thick and the lights were still on. Jonghyun hadn't even stopped to close the door, he needed to get his hands on you as soon as possible and he wasn't going to waste another second trying to set the mood. The mood was set the moment you told him how badly you wanted him, you should've expected your clothes to be on the floor the moment he got in. The way his hands restlessly touched you and stripped your clothes away told you how tonight would go, those two days away from you was enough to make him feel unbearably impatient.

"Did you miss me baby?" He asked in a shaky voice, his hips moved slowly against you. Your legs spread and pushed back as his cock slowly dragged up and down between vour lips, every time the head of his length bumped your clit you shivered. It felt so heavy, precum leaks from him and your love wets him even more. "Mhm…so...much." Your breathing became heavier, you were becoming so desperate for him and he felt the same about you. His quiet moans were becoming shaky and with every thrust he became slightly louder, going faster as he looked down between your body's to watch. "So...hmmm…..so pretty, you're so pretty..." As he continued to speak his voice cracks, he wanted to be inside of you so badly but knew that a little anticipation would make sliding into you feel heavenly. "F…Fuck..”

MINHO 9/10

During sex/penetration

When Minho gets really riled up, when he's so impatient, when he's been waiting for hours to feel you—that’s when he gets whiny. He's always vocal, usually it’s because he leads 80% of the time, but also because he knows you like it. Whatever it takes to get you off he'll do, but luckily; being vocal in bed comes naturally for him. But he's the most vocal when he's inside of you, especially when he's been waiting for hours to fuck you. He's not afraid to admit that he enjoys when you make him wait, something about the way you respond to him being brought to his knees and desperately pleading with you turns him on so much.

As he slid inside of you he shuddered, his bottom lip quivered from the feeling of you—your walls felt so hot, so wet and tight that he could cry. The soft pulsing of your warmth was so intense and his cock felt so sensitive, he thought he'd burst before getting all the way inside of you and the look of pure bliss in your face as every inch of him slowly disappeared inside of you made him tremble. His breathing became just as shaky as his body as he finally bottoms out inside of you—he could feel your excitement pooling and dripping as he paused to breathe. But even stopping for a second couldn't save him.

As you looked up at him with lustful eyes and a needy expression he softly cursed and waited for your next command. "Ming..baby, fuck me," You said breathlessly, "Fuck me baby, fuck me." Your desperate orders made him whimper as he nodded his empty, and his eyebrows knotted together as he began to slowly withdraw his cock from you, watching every inch come out as he bit his lip and gripped the pillow underneath your hips. "..F...Fuck..” His soft whimper made you throb, his voice cracked just a little as he paused and looked back at you. "You..You're so pretty Y/N, fuck you're so pretty…so fucking pretty." Finally he begins to move again, his slow thrusts turn into lust filled rutting as he whimpers and moans in your ear; chanting over and over again that you're so fucking pretty.

JINKI 7/10

Mutual/simultaneous masturbating

Jinki isn't as vocal as the others but that doesn't mean he's silent, he likes using his voice to guide you or to tell you when you're doing a good job but you had proposed the idea of mutual masturbation and he couldn't really tell where to use his voice during this type of play. Of course, he knew he could easily praise you and tell you what to do but he's well aware that you know what you're doing—but his concern was easily put to rest when you suggested that he just go with the flow. And when he did he seemed to be just as vocal as he is when he's fucking you, maybe watching you touch yourself to the sight of him was what turned him on so much; or maybe it was you watching him get off to you.

As you rubbed quick circles against your clit Jinki watched with his lip trapped between his teeth, you looks so sexy like this. The sight of your hand between your thighs and your pretty pussy dripping as you watched him made him feel so feral—he did his best to match his pace with yours, but when you slid your fingers down to your entrance he couldn't help himself anymore. As he began fucking his fist Jinki watched you with hungry eyes, the way your hands explored every inch of your body; and the way your body shivered when you caressed yourself made him weak in the knees. He wanted you so bad.

Without thinking about it Jinki stood up as he decided that watching wasn't enough for him. He had to get you off and be inside of you; but you stopped him before he could reach you and said; “What are you doing baby? You're supposed to be watching...” A soft whine left his lips as you grinned and motioned for him to sit down in front of you, with your legs wide you pointed to the floor in front of you and bit your lip. "Or do you want a closer look?" Feeling impatient but willing, Jinki sat down in front of you. You were both breathing so heavily and so horny that you could explode. But that feeling only got stronger when Jink grabbed your leg and pressed his face against it, slowly stroking himself as he looked up at you with needy eyes. "You don't know how bad...oh my God..." As he inhaled the smell of you he leaned his head back and let out a mixture between a soft moan and a whimper. "..I can't, I need to fuck you baby, will you let me?" As he looked up at you he began to beg.

[smtown-tourist]

Key must have a new found level of respect for Jinki after having to babysit 2min for the past 6 months. You can see it written all over his face

[imaginidol]

Taemin: Stars Under the Rain

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He giggles again and pulls his hoodie over his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me what you think,” you reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What am I missing?”

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

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

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

[page-soobinnie]

★Fandoms and who I write for★

I will write for others if asked Ill write bls gls and more

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Moonjo, Jong Woo, Seokyoon, Jieun

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Alice In Borderland

Banda, ippie Okie, Chishiya, Niragi, Kuina, Arisu, Usagi, Ann, Mira

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Train To Busan

Seokwoo, Yong Guk, Jinhee

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Psychopath Diary

DongSik, Bokyung, DongChan, Inwoo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥All Of Us Are Dead

Suhyeok, Cheongsan, Woojin, Isak, Namra, Gyeongsu, Gwinam, Minjae, Mijin, Hari, Hyoryung, Hyeonju, Sunhwa, Wooshin

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Sweet Home

Hyunsoo, Eunhyuk, Eunyoo, Jisoo, Uimyeong, Park Chanyoung

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Squid Game

Saebyeok, Junho, Jiyeong, Front Man, Sales Man

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Extracurricular

Jisoo, Gyuri, Kitae, Minhee

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥The Sound Of Magic

Ildeung, Rieul, Ahyi

[gayashawol]

i could just imagine each of them having preferences with what they want their S.O to wear during sex. here’s what shinee would demand from you…

onew: anything baggy (like a baggy top, hoodie, etc), maybe even a dress. easy access and cute.

jonghyun: he doesn’t mind anything, just as long as he gets to remove your clothes.

key: probably something preppy (as in uniform-ish look, school wise or work wise, he likes to roleplay btw)

minho: some lingerie, or a nice matching bikini (he is also into water play, he might show some interest in pool sex)

taemin: something girly (crop top, skirts, short shorts, etc), or a cosplay outfit (probably character from league of legends or genshin impact)

who agrees with me???? 🤭 (let’s debate!)

[skzhocomments]

In the Dark - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Story Masterlist

Pairing: Minho (of SHINee) x OC (name: Jieun)

Genre: non-idol AU, single dad trope, prostitution, angst, romance, fluff, mature

Word Count: ~60k

Warnings: mature, swearing, feelings of hopelessness, angst, depression, death, crying, explicit sexual content, and others.

This is just a story that doesn’t describe SHINee members' true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

This story is also on Wattpad (click here) and AO3 (click here)

A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!

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Summary:

inthedark.com A site that promises to fulfil each and every wild fantasy you've ever had in complete darkness and, most importantly, in complete anonymity. Privacy is ensured for all parties involved, be it customer or prostitute. So, how exactly would this site change the life trajectory of a single dad and a mere elementary school teacher? Read and find out in my SHINee Minho fanfic titled 'In the Dark'!

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The story and cover are original and my property. Any similarities to other stories are purely coincidental. Jieun, the protagonist, is a made-up character.

SHINee members or any other famous people mentioned along this story DO NOT represent their true character in any way, they are simply mentioned in order to provide a visual representation for the readers. Their personas obviously have nothing to do with their true personalities. They're just characters I've created for this story, so please don't take this too seriously.

Mature content ahead. Lots of trigger warnings apply, so please read carefully.

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©storminsidemycore

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Chapter 1 - inthedark.com - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 2 - Take my breath away - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 3 - Always tired, but never of you - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 4 - Uncanny resemblance - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 5 - Babysitter duty - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 6 - The wine talking - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 7 - When our lips touch - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 8 - Letting go - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 9 - The virus - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 10 - Falling apart - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 11 - All fell down - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 12 - Somewhere I belong - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 13 - A night to remember - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 14 - A family - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 15 - A happy forever (Final Chapter) - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

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Thank you so much for reading.

Hope you enjoyed it!

Love,

Storm

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Masterlist

[robotalien]

can we all kill ourselves

[mymoodwriting]

2.1k, yandere, car accident, amnesia, stalking, drugs, kidnapping, restraints, chains (@starillusion13)

“I know this place…”

Minho wandered the streets every night, finding himself following the same path over and over again. He’d always wind up at this bar, stumbling in, drunk on memories and pain. He was haunted by the past, by his lover. This was a place they’d frequent together, and he’d always come here looking for them. He’d confuse the girls around for his lover, and that would always get him into trouble. Every night he’d be dragged out and beaten, but that never discouraged him from going back there and looking for the one he loved.

Every day he lived in a nightmare. He lost his lover in a car accident, but he’s still looking for them. This night was like no other. Minho was making his way over to the bar when something caught his eyes. There was a girl looking around the area, she seemed a bit lost, but in his mind that was her, the one he had lost. Without a second thought he ran over and hugged the girl, holding her tight, afraid to let go. Of course she squirmed beneath him until she got free. Now that he was close Minho would realize this wasn’t who he was looking for, but he was caught off guard seeing the girl’s face. She looked just like his lost love.

“I… I’m sorry…”

“Do I know you?” The girl asked. “I-”

“No. I just thought you looked like someone I knew.”

“Oh… sorry…”

“I’m sorry… I’ll be leaving now…”

Minho offered a quick smile and stepped away. He knew he was chasing a ghost, but those little moments when he thought he saw them again, they could spark such peace in his heart. That simple hug, thinking it was someone, it eased his worries, even if only for a second. As he walked away he could still feel the warmth of the embrace, deluding himself into believe it was-

“Y/n!”

Minho stopped dead in his tracks, feeling his heart sink. Hearing your name brought so much to the surface that it overwhelmed him. Tears built up in his eyes, and a tightening was felt in his chest. He looked back at the doppelganger, only to see another familiar face by their side. A friend of their deceased beloved. Without realizing Minho was already walking back over, confronting the pair.

“Alya.”

“Uh…”

The strange gentlemen that had hugged you moments before came back, and was speaking to your friend. The fact he knew their name, you figured they were acquainted somehow, but Alya didn’t seem happy to see him.

“You called her y/n, why?”

“Who… who are you again?”

The stranger suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled up the sleeve, revealing a scar you had. He traced his fingers over it for a moment before you managed to free yourself from his grip, rolling down your sleeve.

“It’s you… you’re y/n…”

“Do… do I know you?” You mumbled. “I… I was in a car accident recently… it caused amnesia and-”

“That’s enough.” Alya covered your mouth. “We should be going, it is late.”

Alya kept your mouth covered, offering the stranger a fake smile and trying to move away, but he grabbed her arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was alive!” Minho yelled. “All this time…”

“How dare you!” Alya snapped. “You’re the reason there was an accident in the first place! I may not have all the details, but you and y/n were fighting that night and she left you! She was driving under duress and called me, trying to explain things when I heard the crash…”

“You-”

“Don’t put this on me, Minho! You didn’t reach out either. You were there that night, you saw her laying on the ground and bleeding, yet you walked away, believing her to be dead. She’s better off without you.”

Alya tried to walk away again with you, but Minho wasn’t going to let you leave that easily. Although soon enough a group of men saw the scene and intervened, pulling Minho away from you both. They threw him to the ground and started kicking him. You wanted to stop them but Alya held you back and pulled you away from the scene. All you could do was watch and hear how the men had repeatedly told Minho not to come around here and harass girls. When you got to Alya’s car you couldn’t help but ask.

“Who was he? Minho? Is he an ex of mine?”

“The worst of it. Don’t worry about him, he was awful, and you don’t owe him anything.”

“But-”

“Y/n, he nearly got you killed. It’s better you don’t remember him.”

A lot had changed for you in what felt like an instant. So much of your life was just gone, but you knew that couldn’t hold you back. This place felt like a ghost town. Everywhere you went, everywhere you looked, you felt some faded connection. The doctor had told you that your head trauma from the crash caused your amnesia, and that it was unlikely for you to recover your memories. With all that in mind you figured it was best to move somewhere else, to start over and build your life. 

You still planned to keep in touch with Alya. She was there for you when you woke up, and stayed by your side throughout all your recovery. She admitted that she’d miss having you so close, but she understood your need to find yourself. You still wondered about that ex you ran into, but you knew you couldn’t dwell on the past if you wanted to move forward. You were starting a new chapter in your life after all.

🖤

Minho was still stuck in a routine, but things had changed. He was no longer searching for the ghost of you, but for the one he had lost. After that night he was just focused on finding where you had disappeared to. His best bet was to wait by your friend’s house, surely you would show up, and from there he could find out where you were. It took him days of waiting before he got to see you again. He had to hold himself back from running over to you and embracing you in a hug. Now was not the time.

When you went into your friend’s house he snuck over to your car, placing a tracker on it and going back to wait. Once you came out of the house he had to hold himself back again. As you pulled off into the street he carefully followed you, discovering where you were now. He could see that you moved out of town to a neighboring one. You lived in a small apartment building, and it put his mind at ease knowing where you were now. So he’d spend the days watching you, seeing how you went about your life. You seemed happy, and seeing you smile again made him remember the past.

He thought back to all the time the two of you spent together. Your death made him feel an indescribable guilt, but this was a second chance. Not just for him to make things right, but another chance for the both of you. After some time of watching you, he decided to approach.  You’d go to the farmers market about once a week, and that’s where he’d run into you. He was nervous, but he knew he just had to be himself. Although he did have to encourage himself multiple times to say something or else lose out on speaking with you.

“…ha… hi…”

“Hm? Oh, hello there.”

“I… uh… I’m-”

“Minho?”

“Yes. My name is Minho.”

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”

“I know- I mean, it’s nice to meet you.” Minho offered his hand, which you took. “How… uh… how have you been?”

“I’m doing alright. Still adjusting, but the hard part of my journey seems to be over.”

“I’m glad you made a full recovery.”

“Thank you.”

“Could I… uh… would you like some coffee?”

“I’m good, thank you.”

“Of course.”

Minho had no problem following you around the market, helping you with your bags and picking out fruits and vegetables. It was nice to be together, it felt like old times, like nothing had changed.

“How have you been?” You asked.

“Me? Uh… I’ve been doing okay, doing my best.”

“You should take better care of yourself too.”

“What?”

“Your face.”

“Ah, I’m alright, no need to worry.”

Minho helped you get your bags to your apartment. He only got a small peek into your apartment though.

“Get home safe.”

“Ah, thank you.”

He was sad that you didn’t invite him in, but he could also understand that. Still, he wasn’t gonna just let you go, so he’d watch you from afar. It wasn’t until some days later that he approached you again. He offered you some flowers, your favorites, and you took them with a smile on your face.

“Thank you, they’re lovely.”

“I thought I’d come around to see how you were doing.”

“I appreciate it. I’m doing alright, and you?”

“Better.”

“I can see. Your face doesn’t look so bad anymore.”

“Yeah… I was wondering if I could treat you to a meal.”

“Uh, thank you, but I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” You explained. “I’m trying to move forward with my life and make my own path. You’re someone from my past, and also the reason my present is this way. I don’t know what happened, but the old me left you, and now we’re here. I’m sorry, but I’d appreciate it if you stopped coming around. I don’t have a connection with you anymore.”

“But I-”

“It’s weird having you here since I know no one told you where I was. I won’t call the police, but all I ask is that you leave. Please.”

“I… uh… I understand… sorry…”

🖤

Minho stared down at his wedding ring, remembering that fateful night. He could still hear the yelling in his head, but it was all muffled. That was the night he had proposed, but you didn’t seem ready for that step. You ran away and he could only think to chase you down. He thought he could talk to you, and instead he witnessed the crash, getting into an accident himself. He thought it was all over like a fool, but he had a second chance now, and he wasn’t going to ruin it. Although he had to take matters into his own hands.

He kept his distance as you had asked, watching you from afar and seeing how you lived your life. Just as he had his routine, you seemed to have yours. A way to keep you grounded and moving forward. Once he had a good idea when to make his move he stepped into action. While you were away he broke into your apartment. It was pretty empty as he had expected, you didn’t have much to start over with. Now all he had to do was wait for you. In theory you shouldn’t be gone for long, but any minute apart from you felt like an eternity.

Eventually when he heard you returning he hid, watching you in silence. You put down your grocery bags, starting to take everything out when you heard the floor creak. You looked around, but there was no one. It was probably just the apartment, so you paid it no mind. Then you suddenly felt a hand around your throat, and a rag was over your mouth. You breathed in a strange scent and started feeling dizzy. The edges of your vision were turning black and you felt your strength leaving you. Fear was eating you up, and it consumed you just as the darkness did.

When you regained consciousness your head was still spinning, but you were also worried. Nothing around you looked familiar, and this place was really dark. As you tried to get up you felt something cold against your leg, reaching over and finding a chain. You were really starting to worry, and then you heard a door open. You moved away from the sound, finding your back against a wall and pulling your knees up to your chest. Then you saw a hauntingly familiar face approach you.

“Please… please let me go… I won’t tell anyone…”

“I’m sorry. I know you said you wanted nothing to do with me anymore, but I can’t give up on this so easily. I know you can remember again, or we can just start over and do things right. Either way, I am not losing you again.”

“…”

“I didn’t like how I felt without you. It’s not right. I’m always going to chase you, so let’s try this again.”

[0rgell]

Lovesickness - Taemin Oneshot

Masterlist

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

Genre: Explicit, angst

Word Count: 3.2k words

You can also find this story on: AO3

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Summary:

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

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

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

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

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

Please enjoy!

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Lovesickness

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Love Orgel

[jjongstangerine]

My dear dear J..

in South Korea it’s 18th December already. 7 years…but you know Legends never die ..

I know we can still all feel you around us..

Ahh yes dear JJong.

You will always be remembered. I promise you will always be in my heart and mind. Wherever you go I will follow.

As the song goes I will die with a smile and happiness seeing you, and with the very thought of you if I don’t.

Time passes but never my love for you..

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𑁤 𝟏. 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣

ᝰ.ᐟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴇᴛꜱ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

ᝰ.ᐟ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

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kim jonghyn of shinee x original female character !

@ synopsis .ᐟ — your ex moves in with his wife next door

@ warnings .ᐟ — language | murder | affair | alcohol overdose | sua is literally mentally and emotionally unstable | toxic marriage | slight smut | traumatizing events — if you’re not okay with the topics above, please don’t read. thank you.

@ the characters and events in the story are all fictional except for the k-idols taken to fill in the imaginary role of a main character. nothing in my works is an attempt for sexualization nor it’s a hate towards anyone. please keep in mind everything is fiction and the way idols act is not presenting their actual picture nor i want to ruin their image to the society. if you’re staying up for reading. i hope you enjoy. don’t forget to like and leave a comment. it means a lot. thank you. .ᐟ

How many fake smiles can a person hide in one day? How many teardrops can be swallowed from the sight of others? How much anger can we hold at the end of the nerves in our fingers, before we pull the trigger? How much can we hide in the garden of lilies? Can I hide her freshly curled locks of the light brown hair? Her perfectly new polished set of black shoes maybe? Can I hide myself? Or will everything come back splashing onto me, like her blood on my white Valentino dress.

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If I had known him for years, hearing that he got married would be a nice joke of the day and I’ll forget it through the laughter. I would tell you he’s not the man ready to step in the wedlock.

But the worst part of it — I had known him for years.

I guess a close person can become a stranger someday and I was convinced that’s true when his grey BMW parked in the yard of the house next to ours.

Her slim leg stepped out of the car, wearing a huge smile on her face.

I think every sane person would’ve reacted the same way I did if they lived next to their ex-lover and his wife — house by house.

I didn’t know what was actually killing me. The fact that I had to watch them together everyday or that he had found someone after me to get married to.

The only person you should laugh to is me.

Kim Eunji, with her dimple smile, withened teeth, a beautiful brunette without a single grey hair on her head; she would stand at their yard — planting lilies.

I would admire her every morning from our kitchen window.

Taemin would think I’ve gone crazy.

Two warm hands around my waist and a soft kiss on my neck, pulled me back to reality, away from the neighbors house to the cold tiles of my kitchen floor and to a man to whom I said “Yes.” five years ago.

“ You’re up early again, hm? “ — his morning voice whispered against my ear.

“ You know I can’t sleep if I see the sun is already up. “

“ I know, that’s what worries me. “ — he chuckled, moving away from me towards the coffee machine.

I wonder if that’s the only thing that worries him about me.

His black hair looked messy in the morning. Fluttered at all directions until he would style it for work and leave the house.

His face is softer than cotton, even at the age 35, he looked younger than teenagers these days.

I know I made a mistake with him.

The only person who was with me after college, at the worst moments of my life, when I was moving out, through break-ups…

It was him — Lee Taemin, my husband.

I love him.

But the person who used to show up every Friday for a movie night in my old apartment, who would pull an all-nighter with me while I was studying, who convinced my stubborn mother to let me go to that trip in the third year of high school that everyone were going to — who left me alone at the mere word about our future.

Who’s hugging Eunji right now behind my back.

Kim Jonghyun, him, I love a little more.

“ Will you be okay tonight again? “ — Taemin asked, adjusting his tie.

“ As usual. “ — I sighed.

Taemin’s arrival from work sharp at three in the morning like a Swiss watch wasn’t the thing that bothered me. That left me enough time to blankly stare at the window at the house next door.

I avoided every contact with that house outside of my windows when I realized who moved in. But not even two months later, on 10th of September, Eunji knocked on my door.

She was carrying a bowl of cookies in her hands with her infamous smile. She introduced herself as the new neighbour in the street and how she didn’t find enough time to visit us earlier due to moving in and tidying up the house and blah blah blah… No one cares.

Taking the bowl from her hands, I noticed a sparkle coming from her hand that cut deeply inside my heart and made my eyes petrified on the object she was wearing.

A wedding ring.

It would be unpolite not to invite her inside for a cup of coffee, even tho all I wanted to do is smash the door in her face.

While she was sitting on the couch, across from me, blabbing about her life and the moving, I observed her every movement.

What did she have, that I didn’t?

I wasn’t completely sure why was I jealous of her, what specifically bothered me about her?

Was it the way she looked, wearing the colors that match her hair and skintone or was it the fact she has the man I want?

After three house of her gibberish and the drunk coffee that I was fighting so hard not to pour the mouse poison in, Eunji left my house.

I saw Jonghyun in December, while removing the snow from our porch.

Totally unready for the encounter with anyone from the next door, I was silently cleaning. But the creaking sound of the door to my right side made me look up — meeting his eyes.

We stood, both frozen for a minute and twenty seconds, before he decided to speak up.

“ Sua? “ — his voice called my name silently, in the cold air outside, making the hot smoke leave his mouth.

Sua. Sua. Sua.

My name spoken by him was everything I ever wanted to hear for the rest of my life. I don’t want him to stop repeating it.

His dark eyes, taking a glance at the house I’m standing in front of, then back at me with a slight surprise.

“ You live here? “ — he asked, tone louder than he said my name.

“ Yeah. “ — I simply reply.

“ For five years already. “

Five years since I live here, without you.

Five years married, not to you.

Five years since I last saw you.

He nodded, taking the air inside his lungs to speak more stuff he might regret later but the sound of an engine and sight of a man stepping out of the black Mercedes in my yard stopped him.

My eyes never left Jonghyun while he was quietly checking every detail of Taemin who was walking right towards me on the porch.

I flinched from the warmth of Taemin’s body next to me.

“ Oh uhm— Jonghyun, this is my husband… Taemin. “

I followed the expression on his face while I was saying these words out loud. His lips slightly opened, jaw relaxing from the shock that went through his body, but he collected himself quickly, a smile covering up the previous reaction.

“ Nice to meet you. I’m Jonghyun. “ — he said, nodding his head.

Taemin returns with a smile.

“ Nice to see someone finally moving into that house, it has been empty for ages. “

Should’ve stayed empty.

“ Probably that’s why the price was discounted, so they could get rid of it. “ — Jonghyun joked, smiling again.

I couldn’t hear Taemin anymore, nor the conversation they were having. I wasn’t even freezing on the temperature outside, all I saw was his smile in my eyes.

I missed it.

After Taemin went inside the house, I walked behind him, closing the door.

My eyes meet Jonghyun again, while he was sitting in his car, ready to head off to wherever he was going to.

We stare at each other for another ten seconds.

I’m closing the door completely and he’s driving down the street.

On Monday, in February, something happened that could only be seen in romantic movies.

Taemin’s voice notes he sent me announce that his arrival home will be early in the morning because of the meetings. I leave his messages on read, taking the pack of cigarettes from the pocket of the leather jacket in the hallway. I open the front door, exiting the house.

Taemin can’t stand the cigarette smoke, he would complain whenever I lighted one in the house because the smell would stick around for days.

I sat on the cold pavement in front of the door, lighting the cigarette up then letting the first smoke out in the night sky.

“ Malboro Gold. “ — a voice next to me spoke, a very familiar voice. My head follows it and now my lips are curving up in a smile.

“ Some things never change I guess. “ — he added, sitting next to me.

“ A wolf sheds his coat, but cigarettes? Never. “ — I said, handing him the half-full pack.

He pulls his hand up for a moment, shaking his head. “ I quitted. “ — he said, exhaling.

“ Oh. “ — surprising. I put back the box next to me again. “ Looks like some wolves don’t shed cigarettes only, but even the character. “

“ Eunji can’t stand the smoke. “ — he speaks.

I turn my head, staring at him him for a moment.

“ Wow… She must mean a lot to you since you quitted smoking for her. “ — I say, looking back up at the sky.

From the peripheral vision, I see him nodding his head. “ Why are you smoking outside? It’s cold. “

“ Taemin can’t stand the smoke. “ — I answer, inhaling the smoke.

I feel his eyes on me. He’s thinking. I know what. I don’t love Taemin enough to quit something.

“ Is he home? “ — he asks.

“ No, but he can smell the leftover smoke if I do it inside. “

He nods.

“ Why are you outside? “

“ I was about to head to the convenience store for some stuff before Eunji comes back home. “ — he answers.

Eunji is not home.

“ Eunji is not home? “

“ She left to visit her parents. She’ll be back in the morning. “

Now I’m the one who’s thinking. I’m grabbing the pack of cigarettes again, opening it up for him.

“ It will wind down ‘till tomorrow. “ — I say with a smile, watching him.

His eyes fall away from me towards the box in my hands, he chuckles, taking one. I hold the lighter out for him, lighting his cigarette.

Suddenly, it’s like we’re back in the parking lot behind our old school, hidding from the professors just so we could smoke. He’s taking out the coins from his back pocket, counting up to see if we have enough to buy Malboro Gold so we can share. He’s kissing me, then we’re running back to class.

The situation is lowkey the same, the two of us with a Malboro at our fingers, sitting on my front porch, hidding from the scary professors — my husband and his wife.

“ I would kill for a glass of whiskey. “ — he speaks, breaking the silence between the smoke in the air.

“ Don’t need to say it twice. “ — I’m nodding my head towards the front door, standing up, putting out the cigarette by stepping on it, entering the house — leaving the door open.

“ How smart it is for me to enter? “ — he asks, standing at the entrance, admiring me through the hallway as I’m holding out two crystal glasses for the whiskey.

“ It’s not smart at all. “ — I say, with a slight smirk in the corner of my lips, opening the bottle that was on the counter.

I hear the front door closing, then the steps entering the kitchen. I hand him the glass of whiskey, taking my own.

I watch him closely, beneath my lashes as I drink up.

Four glasses later, I was on the kitchen counter with Jonghyun’s hands around my hips, my hands in his hair while we’re kissing.

My legs around him, pushing him towards me closer, breaking every existing distance between us.

“ Take me to the bedroom. “ — I whisper against his lips, breathing heavily.

My body was burning, his skin stinging under my fingers.

I thought everything will end here until he took me in his arms, away from the counter, exiting the kitchen and taking the steps up on the staircase.

Kicking the door open with my foot, we were in complete darkness after he carried me inside, laying me down on the bed.

I was ready to break all the vows that I gave in front of the altar for the touch of the man above me, in the bed that I share with the man who placed a shining object on my finger of the right hand.

The heavy breathings of pleasure and whisperings filled the bedroom. Everything is too good to be true.

“ I missed you. “ — I repeated over and over again, receiving the passionate kisses down my neck in return.

His hands explored my body like he never touched it before, but the touch so familiar he remembered every sweet spot I own.

The look in his eyes that shined above me even in the darkness made me fall in love again.

My name whispered from his lips again, next to my ear brought me to heaven.

And I felt blessed.

But then again, we’re not in the movies, do you really think this will end happily?

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I woke up in the middle of the night, around four in the morning, when the night was slowly vanishing from the sky.

I was alone in the bed, the silk sheet wrapped around my naked form.

I stood up, throwing the sheets from me to the floor, as I quietly looked around the room.

The air smelled differently, the amount of passion I shared with the man in my bed last night, lingering at my senses.

No note, no clothes, no sight of him spending the night with me. Nothing but his smell that drowned Taemin’s out on the sheets.

On the other hand why would he even care to wake up next to me, he had to run back home, before Eunji comes.

Before Taemin enters.

Suddenly the blessing I received started to burn down my throat. The taste of his lips still on mine as I lick them from the sleepiness.

I took the sheets and the pillows inside the bathroom, hastly putting them inside the washing machine, turning it on as I watched inside the tube, hoping my sins will be washed away in the contstant loops.

Back in the bedroom, I opened the windows wide, the cold air immediately made my body shiver. I needed a shower. I smell like the forbbiden apple.

I grabbed the pack of cigarettes on my nightstand, lighting one up as I stared at the wall of the house next to mine.

The only way to cleanse the air was to intoxicate it with something more addictive than sex.

The smoke Taemin hated so much.

After I showered, Taemin arrived home at the same time sun came up.

“ You awake? “ — was the first thing he said, when he saw me in the kitchen making coffee. “ But it’s five in the morning honey. “

“ I fell asleep earlier last night. “ — I said, giving him a slight smile. “ Are you hungry? Did you eat? “

“ I did. I’m gonna shower and go sleep. I’m so tired. “ — he said, kissing the top of my head as he grabbed the cold bottle of water from the fridge.

In the meantime I admired the garden of lilies from the next house, that were about to bloom so beautifully in the spring.

Taemin came back into the kitchen as I sipped on my coffee and somehow I sensed what his first words will be as he entered my calm morning thoughts with his annoying aura.

“ You smoked inside the house again?! “ — he asked, more like pointed out. His frustration about to pour over inside the coffee I was drinking.

“ Sua for fuck’s sake we talked about this. You did it in the bedroom? Did it cross your mind that I’ll sleep there once I’m back? “

I took a sip of my coffee looking up at him.

The back of my brain started tingling and I wanted to laugh in his face, screaming out that he’s so funny for making a huge fuss over a smoked cigarette in the bedroom where I slept with another man.

He sighed loudly, his fingers running through his hair.

“ I’ll be in the guest room if you need me. “ — he said, exiting the kitchen.

I saw Jonghyun two days after what happened in my house. He was helping Eunji paint a fence around their garden, that she was so caring about, adding more of the exotic flowers she bought.

He was happy, laughing with her as I quietly admired them.

I wondered if he regrets sleeping with me, I wondered if that meant something to him, I wondered if he told Eunji and why didn’t she leave him already,

I wondered if it will happen again.

And it did.

It did happen again two months later, in April, the night I saw Eunji taking the car and driving down the street, but the light inside their house stayed on.

I knocked on his door quietly.

Starting the conversation about what happened back in February and how we should sort things out but the sorting ended with me on top of him in his arms in the living room.

From then, it continued, on and on.

The addiction to him was worse than my cigarettes.

He started staying with me throughout the nights when Taemin was out of town, when Eunji wasn’t home neither.

“ Why did you marry Eunji? “ — I asked him, staring at the ceiling as I listened to his heartbeat, laying against his naked chest.

“ She’s a sweet woman. Really kind. “ — he spoke. “ Helped me through lots of shits. “

“ Did she help you get over me? “

“ I wouldn’t be here now if I she did. “ — he said, making me chuckle.

I raised my head from his chest, smiling.

“ Let’s get married then. “ — I said.

Silence.

His face with an unreadable expression.

Did I cross the line?

“ Sua… I- We can’t get married. “

And I kept those words in my mind until June — when Taemin invited me to have a dinner with his other colleagues, saying how they achieved some deals overseas and they are celebrating.

I pulled a white Valentino dress from my closet, matching it with white polished pumps. A ring around my finger showed me off as a married woman.

My reflection in the mirror scared me, I looked so mature and perfect. I reminded myself of Eunji with a great posture with perfect nails.

Taemin drove me to some fancy restaurant where his company made reservation for a dinner.

At the entrance he greeted the hostess.

“ Lee Taemin and Lee Sua. “ — he said.

“ Ah, right here.. “ — the hostess checked out names on the list. “ Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Lee, the dinner is right down the hall. Enjoy your stay! “

Upon entering the dinner hall, my shoes alerted to a sharp stop, scratching the wooden floor in process. Heart drummed inside my ears as my eyes met with the pair of eyes seated at the table and a pair of lips that softly smiled at me.

Kim Jonghyun and Eunji.

Taemin’s hand at the small of my back made me take the rest of the steps inside the hall as others politely bowed when we entered.

“ Oh my God, you look absolutely stunning Sua! “ — Eunji commented, sitting across from me.

I gained up the strenght to smile back, nodding my head. “ Thank you. You are gorgeous as always. “ — I spoke, my eyes falling on Jonghyun as he stared at his plate.

“ Sua, Eunji is a secretary at our company. “ — Taemin said. “ Wow.. Who would’ve thought that the world is so small. “ — he chuckled.

She’s working with Taemin?

My hands clenched on the nicely sewn up end of my dress.

“ Yeah right, totally unexpected. “ — Eunji added.

“ You didn’t tell me? “ — I looked at Taemin, with a smile that hurted my teeth because of how hard I was pressing my jaw.

“ Oh I didn’t? “ — he looked at me, cluelessly. “ Sorry, I probably forgot. “

I didn’t engage in the conversations throughout the dinner. Eunji and Taemin talked the most, Jonghyun adding a few words here and there until I started begging Taemin to go home.

Once we entered the hallway of our home, I angrily threw my bag and jacket on the floor. The fingertips of my hands burning and the veins of my neck held the boiling blood inside.

“ How can you forget to tell me that Eunji was working with you?! “ — I yelled at Taemin, who stopped walking in the middle of his way up the stairs.

He stayed with his back turned to me, frozen, probably thinking of a possible excuse he could give me.

“ Didn’t you already get the message that I hate that woman to the core?! Can’t you read between the lines and see all the signs I’ve given you ever since they moved in?! “ — I continued pouring out the heaviness of my heart and the jealousy I contained.

“ Didn’t you get the message that I hate Jonghyun, no? “ — Taemin said, turning around to look at me, slowly walking closer, step by step. “ I guess you didn’t since you liked sleeping with him. “

All the boiling stopped, the stove in me turned off and all the power I had was out. Vanishing in the air like smoke.

“ Come on, speak up now! Let me hear you. Why’d you sleep with him? Did you think I won’t find out? “ — Taemin continued, his eyes filled with an abnormal amount of rage, his ears red and now his stove is boiling up the blood.

“ Come on Sua fucking hell speak up now! Why did you fuck him? You didn’t think I’d notice if another man has been touching my wife? You didn’t think I’d notice the way you fucking look at him?! I saw him leaving the house before I came back home Sua. Don’t play excuse games on me now. “

My jaw shaking. The tears threathening to spill from my eyes. The blood inside me now completely cold and my heart barely managing to pump up the will to live.

“ I’m sorry… “ — I spoke.

My voice cracking.

Taemin chuckled, then started laughing. “ You’re sorry? You’re sorry?! What are you sorry for Sua? For wasting my time and fucking around with other men behind my back? “

“ I don’t fuck other men, it was only with Jonghyun and I said I’m sorry, can’t you accept it? “ — I looked at him, tears rolling down my cheek.

I won’t stand here being accused that I’m the type to sleep around with every man out there.

“ Can’t I accept it? “ — Taemin repeated. His eyes holding the disbelief in them. “ Uhm— Yeah sure I accept it. “ — he joked. In this situation he’s joking. He’s about to laugh in my face.

He made two steps, entering my personal space as his face got on my level, staring deeply into my red puffy eyes.

“ Hey Sua, I fucked Eunji. I’m sorry, can you accept it? “ — he spoke, in a whisper.

My body that was once frozen, was now free from the spell his words put me on.

“ Y-You what… “ — I exhaled.

“ Well I said I’m sorry now… Didn’t I? “ — he said. “ See what it looks like now. “

“ You did what? “ — I spoke up again. “ You did what, you son of a bitch?! “ — I shouted at him, my hands lunging on his chest, pushing him away from me.

“ Are you mad now?! Are you mad that you’re not the only slut in this house? “ — Taemin said and something in me snapped.

My mind went black and my blood that was boiling on the stove, spilled everywhere. The first thing that was into my reach — a bottle of the whiskey Jonghyun had in February — smashed onto Taemin’s head.

The bottle didn’t break, but Taemin fell down to the floor.

“ Repeat that again! “ — I screamed at him.

The second time his head collided with the bottle, the glass smashed, cutting my fingers in process.

I gasped. The blood once boiling was now splashed against my shoes.

Not mine, but the blood of my husband.

He lied on the kitchen floor in his own blood. The smell of whiskey filled the room, as I silently cried, leaning on the wall.

I was waiting for the sun to come up.

Sitting on the counter in the kitchen, with a cigarette between my fingers, I calmly observed the garden next door, dried tears and blood covering the rich look.

I noticed Eunji entering my vision, watering the glowing flowers in the sunlight. Throwing the cigarette down beneath my ruined shoes I stepped on it before grabbing the knife from the drawer.

Eunji didn’t see me when I walked inside her garden, until she noticed my shadow covering the sunlight.

“ Oh Sua, hi! What brings you here? “ — she smiled brightly at me, showing her dimples.

“ Cut the act you whore. Who gave you the permission to sleep with my husband? “ — I spoke, tired of pretending to be a good neighbour anymore.

Her face turned pale as she stared at me.

“ Sua… I- I don’t know what you—“

I placed the knife under her throat, holding her in a tight grip with my other hand.

“ I said cut the fucking act if you don’t want me to cut your throat apart. “ — I gritted my teeth.

“ I-It was only one time. T-Taemin was the one who made the first move. “ — she stuttered.

The tip of the knife pressed againt her neck.

“ Don’t lie to me. “

“ I’m not. I agreed to sleep with him after he told me you were sleeping with Jonghyun. “ — she said. “ I had to pay you back somehow, you know? “ — her smile decorated the once frightened features. “ Your husband is good in bed, don’t know why you didn’t keep him. “

And the knife made a slice.

Then made a stab, and another one, and another one. The blood splashing against my white dress, leaving dirty dots, ruining the flowers she fell into behind.

“ You fucking bitch, you stole my man first! “ — I screamed, throwing the knife into the bush.

Her shaking hands, covering up the torn apart neck, giving up as she lifelessly laid in the garden of her beloved lilies.

I pushed her futher into the flowers that covered her fresh brown locks and the black shoes she wore.

I walked back, towards the Mercedes parked in my yard.

That’s when Jonghyun parked his car in the driveway. He rushed up towards me immediately as he saw the blood dripping down my white dress and shoes.

“ Sua what the fuck happened?! “ — He grabbed my shoulders, looking down at my hands.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked at him in silence.

“ Are you hurt? Where is this blood from? “ — he panicked.

“ I love you. “ — I spoke, grabbing his cheeks that left bloody prints on them. I kissed his lips, one last time.

“ You ruined my life. “ — I added, before I pushed him away as I continued walking towards the car.

“ Sua wait! “ — He ran up to me.

“ Sua where are you going? What happened? For God’s sake speak up! “ — He watched me get inside the car as he banged against my window.

“ Open the fucking door Sua! “

“ Go away Jonghyun! “ — I screamed from inside the car.

“ I’m not leaving until you get out and we talk! “ — He said, walking in front of the car, crossing his arms. “ I’m not moving until you get out! “

“ Fucking go away Jonghyun! “ — I pressed the siren as more tears escaped my eyes.

“ Taemin is fucking dead! Eunji is dead! I killed them! “ — I turned on the engene watching him as he stood not moving at all like me in front of Taemin last night.

“ W-What… “ — he mouthed.

“ I’m sorry. “ — I mouthed back, pressing the gas pedal as I closed my eyes.

And with one hit, it was all gone.

All the sufferings of the love a human can feel.

The man my life revolved around was gone.

The world where we lived in as a happy neighbours stopped.

People soon started gathering up around the two houses that are gonna be empty from today on.

Police sirens echoed in my head as I was seated back on my kitchen floor with a glass of whiskey and a cigarette between my lips, holding Jonghyun’s head in my lap, Taemin’s body coldly laying behind the counter.

Overdosed from my own feelings that burned with every sip of the alcohol, my world went to black just how I wished to paint it.

— Jonghyun’s favorite color.

And for a fortnight there, we were forever.

[xotaemintol]

SHINee KINKS (ot5) edited

*Quick disclaimer! I know there will be some who are upset or uncomfortable with me or anyone writing smut for Jonghyun or including him in anything smut related or maybe anything fan-fiction relation and I understand and hear you, but not only have I done a poll asking what people would think with the majority saying that they’d want it, but I also think that as long as I or anyone else isn’t disrespecting him or anyone else, and is aware that it is all fiction and is making sure to be mindful of everyone, that it can be done right. If you are uncomfortable or upset by it, then feel free to block me, not in a “I don’t care way”, you can also send feedback. But I’m saying this to let everyone know that I do plan to continue writing about him, he’s one of my ults and I think that continuing to write about him as anyone does another idol is also remembering. I will be deleting anything hateful or triggering in anyway shape or form. Let’s all be mindful of each other and be kind, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy.*

Pronouns used: NONE (good girl/fem reader implied a few times)

TWS: Breeding, hair pulling, impact play/spanking, dirty talk, choking/breath play, sensory deprivation/blindfolding, BDSM, bondage, praise, degradation, feather play, ice play, biting, cock warming, authority play, sub/dom dynamics, exhibitionism, pet play, and dumbification.

MINHO

•Hair pulling

It's pretty straightforward, he likes pulling your hair (doesn't mind having his pulled if he's eating you out), and seeing the way you react turns him on so much

-Doesn't do it often but when he does he's more of a "grab and hold tight" type than a "yank and pull type" (that's more of Jonghyun and Kibum hehe)

-Will pull your hair if he's fucking you from behind, or if you're sucking his dick, he'll grab a handful of your hair and make you go slower or he'll fuck your face and guide your head with your hair

•Warming

-He likes when you sit on his lap anyways, he loves how you’ll wrap around him and nuzzle your body against his, despite him being muscular he’s very soft and loves it when you treat him as such. So even if you aren’t warming he loves it anyways, but it just adds another layer when he’s inside of you and you’re just sitting there on top of him.

-Sometimes he’ll sit and read a book (when he’s not out and being the active man he is) and you’ll be sitting on top of him with nothing but a loose dress on and him inside of you, occasionally “readjusting” himself and pulling you down just a little more. Sometimes he gets a little carried away and instead of it just being peaceful he’ll start moving his hips and hint for you to move too (which you always do) it’ll quickly go from you clinging to him while he does some relaxing mundane task, to him slowly fucking you while you both hold each other and softly moan into each other's ear.

•Impact Play (specifically spanking)

-Sometimes he'll role-play with you and will have you lay across his lap while he spanks you, he's more of a hand guy than a belt guy because he likes to feel your soft skin against his hands

-He'll spank you if he's (once again) fucking you from behind, walking past him, bending over, in public, changing, in the shower, it doesn't matter. Minho will smack your ass no matter where you are or what you're doing

•Authority Play

-He likes to take charge and you love seeing him do it, he'll get his military uniform from the closet (because of course he kept it) and will be like "Get on your knees" and will have you hump his leg

-He sometimes handcuffs you and will pretend to be an officer, he'll be all rough with you and grope you, grind against you and give you a "pat down" That's just him groping your entire body and bending you over then fucking you.

JINKI

•Daddy Kink

-He loves it when you sit on his lap and call him daddy, he encourages you to do it in public especially (surprisingly), and will have you ride him and call him daddy

-Even if you aren't having sex, he still wants you to call him daddy, especially since he loves taking care of you, he loves how you say it too when you get whiny and call him from another room or complain and get all bratty he gets so excited

•Ice or feathers

-He likes them because they usually call for slow and careful movements, at first he thought that it would make you a little uncomfortable but after seeing your reaction he decided to add feathers into the mix. It could be included in kissing, him eating you out, teasing, and just about anything possible.

-He’ll slowly drag an ice cube down your body, sitting it on your stomach for just a second until the heat radiating off your skin melts it just enough for him to lick up the drips of water, or hold it in his mouth while he’s between your legs and since he doesn’t want it to be too cold he makes sure to keep his hands warm and switch between his tongue and his fingers. With the feathers he’ll brush them against your thighs, slowly going up to your hips, stomach, nipples, then sides of your neck, every breath, gasp, and shiver makes him feel more and more pleased.

•Choking/breath play

-He's super careful when it comes to choking you and made sure to do plenty of research on it before trying it on you because even though it's exciting it can be dangerous

-He'll wrap his arm around your throat while fucking you from behind, choke you while you're underneath him, cover your mouth and nose while he's fingering you, and even force you to hold your breath while you're cumming

•Breeding

-He looooovveesssss breeding, although he's said plenty of times that he's not ready for kids (and you have said the same) he can't get enough of cumming inside of you and the thought of you being marked as his

-He puts you in mating presses so often that you're surprised when he doesn't, he'll have you walk around with a vibrator inside of you to keep his cum in all day and when you get home he'll take it out and clean you up while calling you a good girl for holding it in all-day

KIBUM

•Degradation

-Loves calling you things like "dirty whore", "My pretty slut", "Fuck toy", "pretty bitch", "dumb whore" and more, and loves it when you call him things like "stupid boy", "dumb slut", "Man whore", and especially "Sexy bitch"

-If he's in charge for the night he'll fuck you while he's degrading you, he talks dirty to you and talk about how he's going to fuck you dumb and how good you feel, how you're such a pretty whore while he's deep inside of you

•Pillow talk or you talking about your day

-He doesn’t mean to but hearing you talk about your day and rant or ramble turns him on so much, he loves to watch the way you explain things, the way you talk and your mannerisms make him want to sweep you off your feet, kiss you, and explore every inch of your body. He especially loves it because he thinks your voice is so beautiful, he always asks you about your day but not because he wants to be all horny and stuff, just because he wants to know but every time he’s so hard that it’s impossible to hide.

-He’ll ask you if he can eat you out or finger you while you talk about your day, he won’t go super fast because he still wants you to talk but he will put his all into pleasing you, he loves it when your voice gets all shaky and you can’t help but let out small moans in between words. You can always tell when he’s getting turned on from listening to you talk because his face gets all red and he won’t stop smiling and will avoid your gaze, he’ll get so cute and shy when he listens to you talk. Sometimes he even asks you to ride him while you talk about your day or ramble about random things.

•Dumbification

-He loves fucking you till you can't speak, the sound of you babbling nonsense and shouting out random strings of pleas, curses, and jumbled messes of praise, it turns him on so much to see you so thoughtless

-He loves to see your face when he's fucking you because he can see that switch in your brain turn off and watch you go dumb off the pleasure, he is so obsessed with you looking so lewd and smiling, crying, begging, moaning, and rolling your eyes back as you cum, you look so pretty when you can't think to him

•Latex

-No matter who's in it, he loves the feeling and the sight of it, it's a healthy mixture of you both wearing it and he especially loves it when you wear it, latex books, thigh highs, gloves, pants, whatever. It turns him into an animal

-You have a pair of latex pants that hug your legs and waist perfectly, when he's subbing he'll grind against you and let you overstimulate him. But when he's domming he'll wear a pair of latex gloves and spank you with them on, or wear a pair of latex boots and make you grind against them until you get overstimulated

TAEMIN

•Pet Play

-He bought you an adorable collar, cute cat ears, a tail, and your very own cat bowl, he loves seeing you crawl to him and drink water out of the bowl, and he loves when you climb up on his lap and nuzzle into him while poking your butt out like you're in heat

-He'll fuck you on the kitchen floor while you're on your hands and knees, or he'll put a leash on you and pull it while he's fucking you and yank your collar, he'll lean in really close while he's fucking you and whisper in your ear calling you a 'naughty kitty' and a 'bad girl (I wish I could go on omg)

•Blind folding/ sight deprivation

-He likes it when you blindfold him, but he likes to blindfold you just as much. He thinks that it’s romantic that you are trusting him with your body and that he’s trusting you with his, he also likes the idea of just feeling. Following each other's touch and being so excited for the next touch, when he first told you about him wanting to be the one wearing the blindfold he was a little shy to admit that he wanted to try it too, but you were more than happy to try it.

-The blindfolds are only used for foreplay, you both like it more since foreplay is all about building excitement and anticipation. You’ll be kissing him and will suddenly pull away for a few seconds, he gets all pouty and will whine and ask you to come back but instead, you kiss him on his shoulder or his chest, he loves it when you pick random spots to kiss or run your fingers along. When you are the one being teased he likes to worship your body, he’ll kiss you from head to toe, his fingers dancing across your skin, and his hair tickling the inside of your thighs ever so slightly. He’ll pull away a few times, but you can never guess when he’ll do it or for how long he’ll do it, he thinks it’s more exciting like that.

•Exhibition

-Those giant windows in his living room come in handy when he's feeling extra risky, since he knows that’s the closet he can get to doing anything anywhere really public he always limits it to in front of those giant windows, in his car in an empty parking lot (with probably his own music playing...Move most likely lol), one of the dance practice rooms, the recording studio, an empty dressing room, and one of the bathrooms in the sm building

-Presses you against the glass while telling you to look out the window at all of the people he'll be fucking you and will be like "Does it feel good? Do you like being watched?" Loves it when you play into it and mention how it makes you excited to think about someone catching him fucking you. He especially likes it when you can't keep your voice down and will whimper and bite him to stay quiet.

•Kissing

-He has a rule about kissing him in front of other people because he knows how you both get and even though he's into public play, he'd rather not fuck you in front of his manager (in front of SHINee is a different story though but I'll save that for another day) the minute he kisses you he's itching for more

-Kisses you while fucking you, he likes to see your face when he's fucking you because he wants to be able to kiss you. Pillowy lips + A1 stroke game + Pretty moans = Lee Taemin. He'd even make out with you while grinding against you, he'll even pull you off your knees when you're giving him head and kiss you right after

JONGHYUN

•Hair pulling

-Isn't the "Pull and hold type" he's the "pull and keep pulling" type, he'll pull your hair while you kissing and yank your head back by your hair, and sometimes he'll be playing in your hair, and will randomly pull it because he just loves the way you react

-He won't pull your hair if you're on your knees but he will while he's fucking you, your scalp will get sore from the pulling but he feels so good inside of you that you don't even care

•Biting

-Sometimes you'll playfully bite him while you're out and nibble on his shoulder or his bicep and he'll give you that bedroom look to warn you, or he'll bite you and it'll start as a joke but then he'll bite even harder and will go from biting you on your shoulder or arm and then will move up to your neck and game over when he gets there, no turning back when he finally gets excited

-He fucks you in whatever position gets his mouth the closet to your shoulders, neck, and lips, he loves the feeling of your skin in his mouth, the way you sound, it makes him so excited (he's a vampire like frl) and he loves the way your teeth feel against his skin, he doesn't like it when you try to hold back and will bite him softly, he wants you to bite him to the point that he leaves a mark. He'll have you sit on his lap while he fingers you and he'll let you bite him, in short, he loves biting

•Eye Contact

-The softer sweeter side of him loves eye contact the last and lingers. He loves how pretty your eyes are, and he always makes sure to look you in the eyes before kissing you, he’ll sit in front of you and just stare for a second then lean in a kiss you, eye contact with you gives him butterflies and because he has the prettiest eyes to ever exist you love it just as much.

-During sex, he’ll go slow, caress your face, smile a little, and look you in the eyes while telling you that you look so pretty, he’d be glistening in sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead, his lips slightly red with your kisses scattered over his skin (soon to be covered by the makeup artists lol) and breathing heavily as he tries his best to hold himself together and keep the romantic atmosphere.

•Praise

-He's always complimenting you, no matter what, but you know when that switch goes off in his head and it goes from compliments to praise from the way his tone will change. He'll go from "You look so nice today." To "You're so pretty baby, who's my pretty girl? Huh?" And "Wow, this is so good baby." To "Such a good girl, you like being a good girl for me baby?"

-He'll be fucking you and will hold you against his chest from behind while whispering in your ear that you take him so well, he'll tell you that you're doing such a good job and will encourage you to be louder, he'll call you pretty, kiss your entire body, tell you that you look so beautiful when you cum for him and will praise when he's done and shower you in love and kisses.

[smtown-tourist]

Sometimes I lay awake at night and think about how Ring Ding Dong could’ve been that K-pop song that took the world by storm instead of Gangnam Style. If only it hadn’t been released in 2009 when practically nobody used YouTube

[imaginidol]

Taemin: Scored

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What if... what if I congratulated her?

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your response came in much quicker this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I missed your smile, you think.

I missed your voice, he thinks as well.

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Second chance?"

"Second chance... at us."

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

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

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

You smile awkwardly, nodding in assurance.

"I think I would," you say.

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

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

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

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

[page-soobinnie]

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[gayashawol]

might i add-

“what would you like me to do…?”

“use me for all your pleasures…”

“don’t worry about me, i’m all yours…!”

“i always liked how soft your skin is… how about a good massage?”

“you’re so hot when you’re so demanding…”

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UM- 😳