#lee taemin fanfic

[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 18

Orgasm Denial / Edging - Taemin

!sub Taemin

You gag as you lower your head again, hollowing your cheeks to take him in deeper, obsessed with the way that his cock twitches when your nose brushes against the skin at the base, even more so with the noises that he makes. So easily won over, melting like ice on a hot day, just for you, he is your toy.

Gazing up at him through your lashes as you lift your head and lower again, you see how deeply red his cheeks are flushed, from the stimulation and the overwhelm of you rewarding him like this, you had told him he was extremely well behaved today. It was easy to you, loving nothing more than to give him all of you, putting in extra effort to make sure he felt incredible.

“Feels so good,” Taemin moans, his hips bucking reflexively in time with your own movements, “Ah, mmmh, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

He gets so… grateful, when he is close, making it so easy for you to know exactly when to stop before he finishes. He will never learn, he is unable to hold himself back, unable to hide his feelings from you. You let him get closer, knowing that he is only moments away before you suddenly pull off, smiling at him with a devilish grin as you watch him go through all of the emotions.

Confused, hurt, upset, in pain, his eyes are pleading and his lips are pouted as he glances down at his cock, seeing your hand firmly grasping the tip to stop him from being able to release. He becomes so dumb when it comes to anything sexual, as if the subspace that he falls into simultaneously stops his synapses from firing. He is helpless, knowing too well that he cannot win, in this situation he now has to wait until you are ready, he is yours to play with now.

“Such a good boy,” You praise him, slowly releasing your grip, and letting your hand drop down, still holding his cock, though this time from the base, “You know it feels best this way, you told me so yourself.”

Taemin bites his bottom lip, nodding apprehensively, flickers of the memory appear in his mind from the first time he admitted to you that he liked it when you had complete control over when he could finish. It was so long ago now, and this wasn’t something you did every time you were intimate, but you saved it for special occasions, and for a reward.

Today was one of those times, after you arrived home from a work trip to find the house spotless, the fridge stocked, and dinner prepared and ready for you.

The food could wait. Your desire for your partner could not. Instantly you are on him, making up for the few days apart, the lack of contact, both physical and emotional, mostly physical. The makeout session was hot and heavy as soon as it started, it is no wonder that you ended up here.

You return your focus to the present, with your hand wrapped around his shaft, you begin to move it, up and down, slowly at first to gear him up, though he is still hard, swollen and sore from the constant ebb and flow of his arousal, each attempt gets him closer to the edge before you stop him again. You have lost count by now, this has been going on for nearly an hour, and your own patience is beginning to wear thin.

“Taemin-ah,” You murmur, moving to lie beside him, kissing his swollen lips, “You can touch me too, you know?”

His headspace has him in a daze, and he looks confused for a moment before realising this was a call to action, his own hand moving down to where you want him, just as you hook a leg over his so that he has the space to reach between your thighs. You are dripping already, of course, turned on by your power over him, so aroused knowing that he will do whatever you tell him to, though all that you want right now is to get him over the edge when you do.

It is too late to expect more than his fingers, knowing that if you were to want more, as soon as he enters you with his cock he would finish. He is skilled enough that it is of no loss to you, with the way that you both know each other's bodies, it is never hard work for him to get you there. You still take it slow with him, aware that if you speed up too much, he will fall, and you will not be able to keep up, but you still feel his cock twitch with every movement, moaning into your mouth, muffled as your tongues collide. It is so messy at this point, Taemin has completely broken and fallen apart, struggling to focus on his fingers inside of you, while your grip on his cock tightens, matching the energy as you are so close to the edge.

Taemin pauses for a moment, and your stomach drops, wondering whether he is going to attempt to turn the tables, as your legs have just begun to shake, orgasm nearing, is he about to try and stop it? You grip even tighter, warning him that if he stops, so will you, and you watch his eyes widen, though it is hard to make out as you are so close together, and he resumes his actions.

“That’s better, baby,” You gasp, back arching as he gains enough energy and focus, “Come on, get me there, you want me to let you finish too, don’t you?”

He curls his fingers just slightly, “Please, come on, I can’t take it anymore.”

You laugh aloud, but are interrupted as without warning the build up happens, breath halting in your throat, choked as the wave of pleasure washes over you, unable to articulate just how good it feels, forever surprised that he can do so much with just his dainty fingers, maybe it is the years of piano, or the eloquent dance he can do, but you don’t complain.

“Come for me,” You manage to order him, “Let go, Taemin, come for me, baby.”

With permission, finally, he does. Hard, fast, his load is powerful, thick and hot in bursts all the way up your chest. He is done, ready to faint, unmoving once he pulls his fingers from you, and you are both left breathless, exhausted, and still just as obsessed.

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Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

[mykoreanlove]

the smut bundle

for when you want to get freaky, empty hands are recommended

CHAN - fuck me 5 senses? // cooking up a storm piece of cake // just another day at the dorms // in character // Christopher // preggo by chan

CHANGBIN - just another day at the dorms // home workouts

MINHO - how to tame a cat // just another day at the dorms // serum

HYUNJIN - afterparty // wanna bet? // keep me up // special birthday

HAN - just another day at the dorms // brr brr

FELIX - Articulate // fighting with Felix be like // just another day at the dorms

SEUNGMIN - just another day at the dorms

CROSSOVER - deceptive bonds (hyunjin, Felix) // 🫧🫧🫧 (Minho, hyunjin) // 3+1 (3racha)

JACKSON - acts of intimacy // backseat love

JUNGKOOK - on a drug case

TAEMIN - new heights // lazy Sunday // friendship service // bite me // first dates

EUN WOO - say please?

[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.

[casablancarossa]

Follow your body rhythm..

<<a [medium spicy] taemin x reader scenario>>

Pairing: Taemin x Female!Reader

Genre: Slightly smutty.

Content Warning: Not Advised for Minors. Minors DNI. Usage of pet names.

Synopsis: In preparing for your comeback, your practice session is rudely interrupted by your ex-boyfriend and suddenly bad ideas become good ones.

Author's Note: Sometimes the way that man dances is just so sinful. Like sir who allowed you. Do you think his hip rolls in bed are just as lethal?

The music pulsated a little too loud in your head this time. Maybe that's what happens after 6 hours on the floor without taking a break, but you would get so lost in the zone, and no one else was in the studio to really remind you to chill out for a bit.

As the last note rang through the room, it was like it had hit an off switch in your body and now you are on the floor, breathing so heavily and out of breath. Your vision wasn't any better as it felt like the room was spinning and honestly you'd had better vision, blind drunk without your contact lenses than you do now. Your eyes flutter shut as you bring up your arm to cover your eyes for a bit, audibly panting as you unzip your hoodie to cool your body off.

"Mmm, be careful, being a temptress could get you hurt", a voice reacted seeing your sweatpants riding low on your hips, paired with a half mesh sports bra, almost leaving nothing to the imagination as your breasts practically pool over the top.

The sudden presence of someone shocked you and you didn't even think twice to stand up and bow your back, greeting whoever was in the room. "Hello, sunbae!", your voice tried to sound respectful and less annoyed and by the time you stand fully straight, you noticed it was Taemin standing at the doorway of the dance studio, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded. "Oh--it's ... you", the words left your breathless as you collapse down onto the ground again.

Taemin's eyes widened, flinching to reach out to you, witnessing your body drop, but seeing you groan in anger as you shift to sit up, pressing your back against the cool mirror. "Sorry, sunbae, I'll leave in a bit, just.. let me catch my breath.." you mumbled, throwing your head back to rest against the mirror.

"Working hard again hm? How's prepping for your comeback?" Taemin smiled as he steps into the room, walking towards you.

"Shit.."

"It can't be that bad..."

"I think I prefer it when I used to be a back-up dancer"

"3 years as an idol can feel like a lifetime, I suppose. Boa-noona misses you by the way. " Taemin smirks, settling down beside you.

"Has it only been three years?" , your eyes roll just enough that Taemin makes a note of it before you lie back down on the ground, suddenly feeling less pressure to leave.

"And yet you still use our studio..", he mused quietly.

Your turn your head to get a view of Taemin before rolling your eyes once more and stare at the ceiling. If it has been 3 years since you debuted, then it has been almost 4 years since you broke up with Taemin and roughly a few weeks since you last hooked up with him.

Taemin and you are old enough to know what you two were doing , and within reason, it was absolutely insane and totally wrong. The both of you were never really the 'casual sex' type of people but at the same time, you two never really had a deep meaningful conversation to know where you both stand together. You had prioritized your career, and so did Taemin, and unsurprisingly the two of you had needs. Sexual needs, that only you two could fulfil for each other.

Every morning after a 'playtime sessions' (you two have labelled it as such), you and Taemin would laugh about it over coffee, claiming that the previous night was going to be the last time and then acknowledge later on that 'last time' was not going to the 'last time'. But it worked for the both of you or at least you though it did.

"When's your first stage? How long is the promo?" Taemin's questions pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Jeez mom, relax." you giggled "Promo for 3 weeks and first stage is I think in 2 weeks, maybe later"

Taemin nodded his head and ponders for a moment before scooting his body across the floor to lie down beside you, resting on his elbows. His eyes bore holes into your body as he slowly analyses your face, biting his lips by the time his eyes cast over your plump lips, to your jawline, downwards your neck and continuing further to just the top of your exposed cleavage. He curses to himself internally, he was a fool to have let you go this long.

"So... anyone catch your eye recently?" Taemin tries to downplay his curiosity but his words carried the tone of spite behind it.

"Depends, any of your peers curious?" you hummed lightly, rotating your head to look at Taemin's reaction through his reflection. "You know, I did miss the chance to give my number to Taeyong oppa, do you think he'd still be interested?"

Taemin's face did not disappoint, you could see his jaw clench at the mention of Taeyong's name before muttering audible curses, thinking you wouldn't hear him. A fog washed over his gaze, he was deep in thought, the same blank stare he would give when he was angry. It would all steep deep in his core and he would never let it bubble over. Taemin's anger scared you before. The empty hooded gaze, the low voice, the way he'd flex his hands open only to ball up into a tight fist along with the sickly sweet tone he would adopt that has nothing but malice behind it. He mouths Taeyong's name, each time looking more and more annoyed.

You reach over to flick Taemin's forehead, sighing as you roll onto your side, looking at him. "Oppa, I was joking. Relax.."

He doesn't react, but his eyes were now on you and it felt hot and uncomfortable, like you were being judged.

"You say this, but I know he is featured in your stage as the male dance partner", Taemin's voice betrayed his apparent 'no-shits-given' appearance with a jealous tone.

"Aww baby, are you jealous?" you teased lightly, while your hand reaches up to caress his cheeks.

Instantly he melts with your touch as his head leans into your hold. You haven't called him by any sort of pet-name in a very long time. Taemin didn't even realize how much he missed it until he heard it from you. His reaction to your touch catches you off guard, quickly you pull your hand away and pull yourself upwards to a standing position, somewhat struggling to convince your body to do anything but stay beside Taemin.

"Ah oppa, I'll just get my stuff and you can have the studio" you announced without looking at him and when he gave no verbal cue back, you start walking away to the benches, quickly gathering your stuff, carelessly piling them into your duffel bag.

It was all the sudden, and you didn't even hear Taemin move across the floor, hell you didn't even hear him calling out your name, but out of nowhere, his hand was on your wrist, pulling you towards him, physically shortening the distance you created between you two. "Dance with me, y/n."

"What?"

"I've sat in a few of Taeyong's practices with the choreographer. I'd like to think I know the dance pretty well."

You stare at Taemin with wide eyes, slightly shocked unsure how to respond.

"Your phone is still connected right?" he said firmly, turning on his heel to walk towards the speakers, grabbing your phone and pausing to look at you.

Accept now and you'd look to eager. Reject and you'd be considered pretty rude. No one ever denies Taemin a chance to dance, whether he is pushing his back-up dancers for one more round, or inviting an idol to perform a song with him, and you would be no different. Without saying anything, the action of dropping whatever was in your hand while peeling off your hoodie, and walking to the middle of the studio was enough of an answer to the senior idol, who quickly presses play and shuffle.

Your body shifts into your starting position with Taemin standing off to the side, waiting for the cue to begin. As the beat drops and music plays, you begin to dance your routine as you always have but now instead of practicing it alone, you had someone with you instead. Technically, there was a list of male idols who you would share the stage with for the duration of your promotions, but you actually had not practiced with any of them yet.

It really didn't click in your head that the dance was really intimate in some ways and maybe you might be faced with a lot of hate for performing a sensual dance, with a male idol. You think it's rather tasteful, and quite a technical dance. You would count the beats in your head until Taemin's cue to essentially slide into his spot so you two could dance together.

Every longing pause, every hit of the beat, every sway of the hips, Taemin matched your rhythm and movement perfectly. Effortlessly, there was no hesitation when Taemin's body would be pressed against yours, or when you would need to lean on him as he supports your weight for a twirl. Suddenly the choreo felt electric. Any time Taemin's hands would be positioned at your hips, he would grip lightly, causing a hitch in your breath and those ghostly touches would fluidly move around your body when the choreo needed it.o

When your faces would meet, he'd have this alluring, almost seductive stare. Taemin wouldn't hold back during parts that required 'closeness' and would purposely graze, occasionally bumping his lips against the skin of your arm or shoulders.

"Mmm, tell me you aren't tempted to ditch Taeyong and have me as your partner instead" Taemin muses into your ear as he pauses.

You sigh, slightly annoyed, dropping out of your own pose to flick Taemin at the forehead. "Idiot. You are jealous"

"Why would I be? I'm not the jealous type. If you really want to dance with Yongie.. then fine." his voice laced with defeat and annoyance.

"Taem... come on. It's me. Be honest"

"Okay, maybe I am a bit jealous.." Taemin sighs as he reaches his arm out to hook around your waist, pulling you to him. "I can't help it...something about you, just makes it hard to control myself.."

"Yeah right.."

"Do I need to remind you?"

"Ah ah ah, you don't have to" you let out an annoyed groan.

At your protests, Taemin attempts to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he support you by your ass. The sudden movement causes you to yelp, trying to smack his shoulders as your arms cling around his neck. You and Taemin have been far more intimate than this but you couldn't help but to be shy at this moment. He had a childish smile on his face as he walks in circles around the studio, carrying you up and playing childish tricks on you, by pretending to drop you.

Each time you felt a pit in your stomach, you would wrap your arms tighter around him. The closeness of your two bodies gave you the chills. Did he get stronger? Why does it feel like his grip has gotten tighter? Does he look at me the same way I look at him? Thoughts flooded your brain, but it was suddenly interrupted by a cold shock running down your body.

Taemin had taken the liberty to walk towards the large mirrors, slamming your body against the cool screen, making you hiss a little. He uses the friction and leverage to slightly hoist you a little higher so he would be head height with your chest.

"Ow? What was that for?" you questioned, but there was quiver in your voice and that unmistakable glint in your eye like something had triggered within you.

"Oh sorry, I distinctively remember, that you love being pinned to the wall" the snarky yet alluring comment from Taemin caused your legs to tremble and suddenly your arousal made its presence known.

"Seriously in the studio? Where people can walk in?"

"Don't you think it's fun that way? Besides Y/N..I'm hungry" Taemin flashes a quick dirty smile before latching his lips at the top of your breasts, clamping down with a needy bite.

You barely had time to react, groaning as your head throws back. You would wantonly mewl Taemin's name as his teeth navigated closer to the hem of your sports bra, nipping at the fabric to release your nipple from its confinements. Your head lowers just in time to see him lick his lips, immediately going for the sensitive bud. "Ah..Taem..min..nggh", your words fail you.

Taemin's eyes look up to see your panting reddened face. Nothing excited him more that looking at your panicked, aroused state.

"It's about that time again Y/N..." he whispers lowly, the cool air of his breath gives you goosbumps. "Time for us to commit sin against god"

"Here, I was thinking that last time was the last time.." you chuckled, feeling a sudden twinge in your lower region.

"Oh baby, you and I both know, that's never going to happen" Taemin pushes his neck out so he could nip at your throat, before lovingly decorating it with kisses and bites.

You could only hum and lose yourself in his actions. Those damn lips were a curse, a curse you never wanted to end. It wasn't long before your fingers were wrapped in Taemin's hair, pulling him closer to you, letting him ravish you. Just beneath you, you could also feel his need for you pressing into your thigh and you couldn't help but shift just to feel it more at the spots that mattered.

"What's this princess? I though the studio was too lowly for you", he chuckles.

"Mmf, Taemin.. I can't.. I think I need you now..." you managed to speak in staggered breath.

Taemin grants you a moment of relief as your lips collide to a passionate kiss. Full of want and hotness. You couldn't help but cup his face in your hands as your tongues begin to dance, the way you two would hungrily bite each others lips.

In the deep desire to make Taemin's idol life harder, you wanted to lay your mark. Your fingers once more curl into Taemin's dark locks, now grabbing a fistful and yanking his head back so you can grant him the same 'gifts' he has blessed your neck with.

Taemin lowly growls, finding the dominance you were displaying very attractive. So he continues to allow you to place the bites. He is a grown man and resourced with talented makeup artists; a few hickeys would be no problem. What took him off guard was the way your free hand slipped to the base of his neck, applying slight pressure that ellicited a delightful moan out of him.

"Princess.. you are playing a dangerous game" he snarls, immediately grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the mirrored wall along with the slight slam of your body.

"Why? Scared I'd win..",you cocked a single brow up, taunting Taemin.

"Only because I'd let you win. Don't forget the only one begging and screaming is you.." he chuckles.

A foreign voice suddenly erupts. "Taemin-ah! Taemin-ah! Are you here Taemin-ah?"

As the door of the studio swings open, you had never found yourself and Taemin move so quick as you unfurl your legs as he quickly but gently lets you down before taking a step back.

"Oh hyung I'm here" Taemin calls out as his eyes widened staring at your chest, reaching out to quickly raise the fabric of your sport bra to hide your nipple.

"Oh Taemin you're here. Ah Y/N too. You were practicing too huh"

You raise your head to see Euisoo walking towards you two with coffee in hand. You quickly bow in greeting and keeping your head down, you rush towards your bag, picking it up from the floor and grabbing your hoodie and zipping it up to cover yourself more.

"I'm.. uh... I finished practicing.. I'll uhhh... I'll get out of your way" you stumbled to find your words after almost being caught by Taemin's manager.

Your feet quickly shuffled towards the speakers and unplugging your phone before heading to the door. You bow once more, waving your hands out to Euisoo and Taemin.

"Umm.. bye. I'll uhh.. I'll see you guys around." you nervously laughed before leaving the room.

Euisoo and Taemin chuckle to themselves, seeing you extra flustered.

Meanwhile you take the phone into your hand trying to think of what to send to Taemin as you navigate your way out of the building.

*beep beep*

Y/N sent a message : Name a place and time. Tonight. I'll show you, I can win the game too.

Despite the fact Euisoo rambling on about future schedules in line for Taemin, the idol only chuckles at the sight of your message, immediately coming up with a response.

Taemin sent a message: How about your place? Let's give your housemates something to talk about.

Y/N sent a message: Fine. But you better bring beer and rabboki.

Taemin sent a message: Food and drinks. Check. By the way, loser wears a collar for their next stage. ♥️

Y/N sent a message: 🥵 Can't wait.

[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.

[xoalsoxtt]

Be careful little girl PART 1

Taemin��Reader(fem)

sugar daddy sites... those websites are my job. I am 18 years old and I need to go to university but I am not someone who will study at any university. I will go to a private university and of course I need money for this. I am sorry but unfortunately I do not hate myself enough to work for myself.

Generally, not everyone knows that I am a whore and I try to do my job at home, but that day I went to a bar and found myself a 29-year-old man.

Actually, I didn't find him, he found me and tried to talk to me. But I was so drunk that I couldn't even have a proper conversation, so he took me to a restaurant and said he thought we could talk calmly and get along. So, did I clearly find a new sugar daddy?

-Let's start from the beginning I'm Taemin

-I'm suyeon

-I won't make it longer. You admitted to me that you needed money, right?

-uhmm... right.

-If you spend certain days of the week with me, I can make you a large payment every month.

-huh?

-You heard that, I want you to spend some time with me.

-But will I start working right away?

-No, you can come to my house the next day.

-oh okay

-how old are you suyeon?

-I'm 18

-ohh young and crispy

-:))

-I have some requests from you because I will pay you a really big amount.

You will come to my house whenever I want, baby, okay?

I can fuck you whenever I want

You have no right to be with anyone other than me while we are in this contract.

I can do whatever I want with you, baby.

You will wear the dresses, nightgowns, sexy underwear and erotic clothes I bought for you without saying anything and you will show them to me.

If you do all of these I will pay you $10,000 per month.

-Taemin... can you give me some time to think?

-oh. Make your decision tomorrow and call me

-okay

*While we were hugging him to say goodbye, he suddenly squeezed my ass. It's not that I didn't like it, he's handsome and I can't understand how he hasn't married yet, but he's a bit of a cold person*

[neptunemooon]

Instagram Live Chaos

Ruby adjusted her phone on the stand, her face filling the screen as thousands of fans poured into her Instagram Live within seconds. Her long hair was tied back, and she wore a comfy oversized hoodie. Behind her, Hatchi, her adorable Pomeranian, snoozed peacefully on a plush dog bed, his tiny chest rising and falling in rhythm.

“Hi, everyone!” Ruby greeted cheerfully, waving at the camera. Her voice carried a warmth that instantly made viewers feel at home. “I felt like going live because it’s been a while since I talked to you all. So let’s do a little Q&A today. Ask me anything!”

The chat exploded with questions, comments, and hearts flying at lightning speed. Ruby let out a giggle, her eyes darting across the screen as she tried to keep up. “Whoa, whoa, slow down! Let me catch one of these before my brain short-circuits!”

She squinted at her phone, reading out loud, 'Do you still rewatch The Walking Dead?' She grinned. “Of course! Are you even surprised? I think I’m on my third rewatch of season five. And yes, Rick Grimes will forever be my childhood crush. Some things never change!”

Her fans flooded the chat with laughter and agreement. Ruby loved moments like this, connecting with them over shared interests.

More questions came pouring in. ‘What’s your favorite song to listen to right now?' she read. “Oooh, right now, it’s Pineapple Slice by BAEKYUN sunbaenim. It’s such a feel-good song, and I’ve had it on repeat all week. If you haven’t heard it yet, go stream it after this Live. You won’t regret it!”

Questions kept pouring in like a tidal wave. Ruby picked another. 'Do you have a favorite Netflix series? And what are you currently watching?’ she read. “Yes! My favorite Netflix original is Orange Is the New Black. I’ve watched it like three times already. And I’m currently re-watching Law & Order: SVU and Modern Family."

‘Do you miss being a trainee?’ She tilted her head thoughtfully, her expression softening. “Hmm, I miss the friends I made during that time. There’s something about going through those hardships together that creates a bond for life. But do I miss the stress? Absolutely not. Trainee life was brutal, but it shaped me into who I am today. No regrets, though. I’m just glad I survived it!”

‘What’s your favorite memory with aespa? she read. “Oh, there are so many! But I think my favorite would be our trip to Jeju Island. We stayed up all night playing games, eating snacks, and talking about our dreams. It was such a bonding experience.”

‘Do you believe in soulmates?’ she read, then tilted her head thoughtfully. “Yes, but I don’t think they’re always romantic. I think you can have soulmates in friendships, too. Like Taeyong. He’s definitely one of my soulmate. I’d trust him with my life.”

‘Who’s your favorite TVXQ member?’ she read and then laughed, her cheeks turning slightly pink. “Kim Jaejoong sunbae. He was my first idol crush! I even told him when I appeared on his YouTube channel, and he wouldn’t stop teasing me about it. It was so embarrassing.”

‘I’ve noticed you don’t use the word oppa and instead say hyung. Why is that?’ Ruby groaned, already feeling the secondhand embarrassment creeping in. “Ugh, it’s because of my brothers! Growing up, they banned me from calling them oppa, saying it sounded weird and cringey. They told me to call them hyung instead, so it just became a habit. I never got comfortable using oppa, and now, even when I do call someone oppa, it makes me cringe a little. Honestly, I can count on one hand the number of people I call oppa!”

‘What’s your favorite movie of 2024?’ she read. “Beetlejuice 2! It was amazing! I’ve always loved the original Beetlejuice, so this sequel was everything I wanted and more.”

‘What’s your go-to comfort food?’ she read. “Vegan bibimbap! It’s such a simple yet satisfying meal."

‘What’s your favorite type of music?’ she read aloud. "Oh, definitely ‘50s rock! My dad introduced me to legends like Elvis Presley, Little Richard, and Chuck Berry when I was a kid, and I’ve been obsessed with that era ever since. But if we’re talking about what I’m into right now, it changes depending on my mood—sometimes it’s rock, other times K-pop or pop. Lately, I’ve been loving Stephen Sanchez; his sound gives me major Elvis Presley vibes. I’m also a big fan of The Driver Era and, of course, Shawn Mendes. I’ll have to share my playlist with you guys one day!”

‘If you weren’t an idol, what would you be doing?’ she read. “Probably something in animal rights or eco-activism. I’m very passionate about veganism and protecting the environment, so I think I’d find a way to focus on that.”

'What’s your favorite memory with Taeyong?’ Ruby grinned. “Every memory with Taeyong is my favorite! But if I had to pick, I’d say the time we got matching friendship rings. It was such a spontaneous decision, but it’s something I cherish.”

Then came the inevitable: the celebrity crush question. ‘Do you have a celebrity crush right now?’ Ruby covered her face with her hands, letting out a muffled laugh. “It’s still Lee Taemin. I think it’ll always be Taemin. Don’t ask me why—it just is. Moving on!”

She froze mid-laugh as a familiar username popped up in the chat: "xoalsox". Her jaw dropped.

“Wait… Is that… Taemin-oppa?!” she exclaimed, leaning closer to the screen as if to confirm it. Her eyes widened. “Oh my gosh, why are you here?! This is so embarrassing!” She buried her face in her hands, laughing nervously as the chat went wild.

“Ruby, your crush is HERE 😏.”

“Taemin-oppa is here!!!”

“He’s watching you, Ruby!”

“Is this a dream?! Taemin and Ruby live interaction, LET’S GO!”

Ruby peeked through her fingers, her cheeks burning bright red. “Oppa, don’t you dare say anything embarrassing, or I swear I’ll block you. This is my Live, okay?”

The teasing comments kept rolling in, and Ruby tried her best to focus on the questions. But just as she regained her composure, another notification caught her eye.

"baekhyunee_exo" joined the chat.

Ruby froze. “No way…” she whispered, blinking at her phone. “Baekhyun-hyung is here too?!This has officially turned into chaos. Why are both of you here at the same time? Are you plotting against me?! She laughed, a mix of disbelief and mortification. “Okay, since you’re both here, behave. Baekhyun-hyung, don’t say anything you’ll regret later. And Taemin-oppa, don’t start with your teasing. I’m already on edge!”

The chat was pure chaos. Fans were spamming:

“Ruby, just admit you’re living every fangirl’s dream!”

“Ruby, you’re being attacked by your faves 😂.”

“Ruby, we KNOW Taemin is your favorite!”

“Taemin vs. Baekhyun: WHO WILL WIN?!”

Ruby tried to focus on the Q&A, but it was impossible. Every question seemed to revolve around Taemin and Baekhyun now. She read a fan question aloud, “Who would you pick to save you in a zombie apocalypse: Taemin or Baekhyun?” She burst out laughing, shaking her head. “You’re really trying to get me into trouble! Okay, I’ll be honest—neither. They’d both tease me to death before we even see a zombie!”

Then, she noticed Taemin’s comment in the chat: “I’d save you.”

Ruby gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. “Oppa! That’s so sweet of you!” she said, though her cheeks were visibly flushed.

Not one to be outdone, Baekhyun chimed in: “I’d distract the zombies so you could escape. Ruby, you’d be 100% safe with me!”

Ruby doubled over laughing, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “Hyung, what are you going to do? Sing to them? Dance? Charm them into sparing us?”

The fans were losing it now.

“Baekhyun is husband material, confirmed!”

“Taemin teasing Ruby is my new favorite thing😂.”

“Baekhyun golden retriever vibes vs. Taemin teasing: the ultimate showdown!”

“This is the best Live EVER!”

Ruby wiped her eyes, trying to regain composure. “Okay, okay, back to the Q&A! You guys are distracting me!” She scanned for another question, her face still flushed. “Oh, this is a good one! Someone asked, ‘What’s your favorite song of all time?’”

Before Ruby could answer, Taemin commented: "If it’s not one of my songs, I’m leaving this Live."

Ruby nearly fell out of her chair. “Oppa! Stop threatening me on my own Live!” she exclaimed, her laughter making her sides hurt. “Fine, fine! My favorite song is Criminal. Are you happy now?”

Fans were crying in the chat.

“She really caved for Taemin 😂.”

“Baekhyun, how are you holding up?!”

“Ruby is so whipped for Taemin, we can tell.”

But Baekhyun wasn’t letting Taemin steal all the spotlight. His next comment read: "Ruby, tell them your favorite EXO song too. Don’t forget about me!"

Ruby smirked. “Okay, fine! My favorite EXO song is… that's hard its between Monster or Love Me Right. Happy now, hyung?”

Taemin didn’t let that slide: "She didn’t say it’s her ALL-TIME favorite though. Still winning."

Ruby groaned, laughing as she dropped her head onto the desk. “I’m literally getting bullied by these two on my own Live. Someone help me!” But it was no use. Taemin and Baekhyun kept dropping comments that had her—and the fans—howling with laughter.

Ruby reluctantly agreed to a quick game of Would You Rather, but the first question derailed her completely

“This one says, ‘Would you rather be stuck on a deserted island with Taemin or Baekhyun?’” She groaned, hiding her face. “I can’t with you guys. Who’s writing these questions?! Is it Baekhyun-hyung?!”

Baekhyun and Taemin’s comments popped up almost simultaneously:

Baekhyun: "Obviously me. I’d keep you entertained."

Taemin: "She’d pick me. I’d actually keep her alive."

Ruby let out an exasperated laugh. “I hate you both so much right now,” she said, her face practically glowing from how red it was.

But Baekhyun wasn’t done. His final comment had Ruby completely flustered: "Ruby, just admit you’re crushing on both of us and call it a day."

Ruby’s jaw dropped as she let out a high-pitched squeal. “HYUNG! You’re actually the worst! You’re actually the worst! I can’t even look at my phone anymore.” she exclaimed, covering her face in embarrassment.

Taemin, clearly amused, added: “Ruby, do you need me to save you from Baekhyun? Say the word.”

Ruby shook her head, laughing so hard she could barely speak. “Okay, that’s it! I can’t handle this anymore. Thank you, everyone, for joining this absolute circus and thank you to my two uninvited guests for turning this into a circus. It was a very interesting Live... I love you all, and I promise the next Live will be less… chaotic. Or maybe not. Who knows at this point? See you soon, love you all.”

As she waved goodbye to her fans, the comments were filled with laughter and hearts.

The last thing Ruby saw before ending the Live was a comment from Taemin: "This was fun, Ruby. Let’s go live together next time."

And from Baekhyun: "I’ll bring snacks for the next one!"

Ruby ended the Live with a flushed face and a wide smile. As the screen went dark, she leaned back with a sigh, muttering to herself, “These two are going to be the death of me.”

[kiestrokes]

Free for all for Vampire!Sunghoon ☕️ gimme whatever is on your mind

Your Partner Won't Let You Sleep | NSFW + SFW

Idol Casting: Park Sunghoon of ENHYPEN. Kim Seungmin of SKZ. Liu Yangyang of NCT. Lee Taemin of SHINee. Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. + SFW. Genre: soft hours, hard hours, headcanon, imagine, fluff, crack, smut. Warnings: some super fluff, lovers spat, vampire, dhampir, cursing per usual.

Sexually Explicit Content: cuddling, kisses, hand holding, semi-non-explicit intercourse, biting, sleepy (consensual) sex, reproductive body parts aren't mentioned so this can be viewed as gender neutral.

🗝️ Note: Did a split of two NSFW and two SFW, because my vampire!Sunghoon fic isn't going to contain explicit smut. SFW is above the cut. Let me know if I missed anything in the warnings, hasn't been betaed. Your vamp ice prince @minttangerines

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

Park Sunghoon (from a new titled vampire wip: Apricity) "Just stay up with me, I hardly ever have the opportunity to see a sunrise." Sunghoon sighs, gripping your wrist to keep you planted on the window seat next to him. You roll your eyes, enough of a response on its own before tacking on a snarky remark. "Because you're a vampire Sunghoon…in case you've forgotten." His eyes scale up to yours, solemn under his bold brows and you immediately shift your gaze out the window. Sunghoon's fingers release your wrist, but they take their time removing themselves entirely from your body. Drifting over your knuckles, pressing the tips of your fingers into the cold velvet of the cushion. You feel his gaze leave your face the same time his touch does, and the two of you sit in a thick silence watching the winter sky turn from a dusty indigo, drifting into a heather, smoky magenta, and finally a hazy tangerine.

Kim Seungmin Seungmin doesn't even allow you to enter the bedroom, so your storm off to the linen closet to retrieve the pillows and blankets reserved for guests. "You can't sleep on the couch!" You glower a him as you ceremoniously spread the blanket over the couch, "well someone won't let me in our room." You waste no time cocooning yourself in the blankets, ignoring when the cushions dip behind your knees. "I just don't want us to go to bed mad, jagi." You don't acknowledge him because you know those puppy eyes, he has going on will be your undoing. You wake up a couple of hours later crammed between the back of the couch and something solid pressing into your spine. You already know what, or better yet who it is, and you try to squirm away, but the long arm tucked around your waist squeezes you into the alcove of Seungmin's hips. "Don't leave me jagi, 'm sorry." His sleep damp lips pucker against the back of your neck. You sigh, your anger from earlier gone and roll over to pull your snoozing, black lab of a boyfriend against your chest. "If you're so sorry then you will do all of the chores tomorrow, even mine since I did yours today." Seungmin smiles in his sleep burrowing into your chest, "mmmkay."

Liu Yangyang Ooof. Ok, let’s fucking do this. “Baobei, please let’s go to sleep already.” You whined as Yangyang shouted into the mic if his headset. "Just let me finish this round," he calls over his shoulder, not even sparing a glance in your direction. Frustrated, you take matters into your own hands. Tossing off the throw blanket, you abandon your nest on the sofa and prowl over to your boyfriend's gaming chair. Where you slip pointedly into his lap, facing him. "Baobe-" Yangyang starts but you don't give him the opportunity to finish, pushing the headset off and mashing your lips to his. You hear the controller tumble to the floor as his hands find your waist. "I want to go to bed." You punctuate each word with a kiss, making your point that you want him to also accompany you to bed. Yangyang's hands glide up your back, pressing you against him as he stands, walking you back towards the bedroom. Kisses and hands everywhere as the two of you shed your clothing. Falling into bed facing each other, slowly coming back together for a softer, drawn-out fuck. One that leaves you both shaking, limbs gelatinous, eyelids heavy as the two of you drift off to sleep entangled.

Lee Taemin TWO Taemin requests, RIP me. "Don't fall asleep before I get there." Taemin pleaded across the phone. "I won't, I won't." You assured him, wrinkling your nose in an effort to keep a yawn at bay. "I'll see you in thirty minutes, adorable." You of course fell asleep, Taemin decides to wake you up his way. Kissing every inch of exposed skin, biting over clothed parts to stir you. Once you're awake you're stripping him, and he is stripping you. The two of you can't get naked fast enough, and you can't get Taemin between your legs quick enough. Your mind only wants one thing, that's his talented hips thrusting into you and bringing you to orgasm. Taemin is happy to oblige, still riding the adrenaline high of his performance he brings you to climax a couple of times before giving into his own. Bowing over your body, damp forehead pressed against your clavicle, praising you and your body as his spills into you.

© COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

[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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18+

©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

[ntoxicatedcherri]

Summary: Sub!Taemin x Dom!Black OFC

Taemin, a human with a deep fascination for the supernatural, willingly offers himself as a blood servant to Desiree, a powerful and enigmatic vampire.

As he surrenders to her intoxicating allure, Taemin discovers a forbidden pleasure in their blood bond and an overwhelming desire for submission. Caught between his humanity and a growing longing to join the vampire world, Taemin faces a harrowing choice that will redefine his existence. "Enthrall" is a haunting and seductive tale of love, power, and the eternal struggle between light and darkness.

This fanfiction contains intense and potentially distressing content. The intended audience is 18+, absolutely no minor allowed. While there are no non-consensual acts depicted, it explores dark themes that may be unsettling for some readers. I advise exercising caution and considering your comfort level before proceeding.

Situations that involve unprotected sex, bloodplay, knife play, dominant/submissive dynamics, violence, supernatural/horror themes, & death are included in this fic.

Please ensure your well-being and mental health while engaging with this fanfiction. Take breaks if needed and reach out to supportive resources if the content becomes overwhelming. Remember, your mental well-being is of utmost importance.

Read at your own discretion.

Chapter One: Desire

The moon hung low over the land of Lunara, its silvery light casting a gentle glow on the stone walls of the manor. The manor's stone facade, weathered through the  centuries yet still imposing, rose proudly against the backdrop of towering oaks.. Ivy clung to the walls, its emerald tendrils weaving an intricate pattern that added to the manor's mystery.

Taemin looked back down at the book he held in hand. The manor was exactly as it was on the page.

The entrance to the manor was grand, framed by two imposing wooden doors bound in iron. Intricate carvings of protective runes and mythical creatures adorned the doors, hinting at the magic that lay within. As Taemin stepped inside, the grandeur of the exterior gave way to the inviting warmth of the interior.

He inhaled the deep, leathery scent of the manor. He flipped the pages of his book to find the image of his desire….

Desiree..

One of the most powerful beings to exist. The only witch to become a vampire and keep her powers.

Taemin shoved the book into his bag that was slung over his shoulder. He couldn’t believe that he was here in her home. He could hear the sounds of the gala coming from down the hall, but Taemin wanted to take his time. He took a deep breath before setting off to explore his surroundings.

The grand foyer was a sight to behold, with a sweeping staircase made of polished mahogany that led to the upper floors. The banister was adorned with delicate carvings of flora and fauna, each detail meticulously crafted. Rich tapestries depict scenes of Desiree’s ancestors and their many accomplishments hang from the walls, their vibrant colors and intricate designs a testament to the family’s proud heritage.

To the right of the foyer, a set of double doors opened into the grand library. This room, with its high, vaulted ceiling, was a masterpiece of opulence and comfort. Deep sapphire blue draperies framed tall, arched windows that allowed streams of moonlight to flood the room, casting a silver glow over everything. The walls were lined with shelves filled with books—ancient tomes and scrolls, alongside more recent volumes—all hinting at the extensive knowledge and magical prowess of Desiree’s family.

Plush sofas and armchairs, upholstered in rich fabrics of emerald green and deep burgundy, were arranged around a grand fireplace. The mantelpiece was adorned with candles and curious artifacts, their origins and purposes known only to Desiree. Above the fireplace hung a grand portrait of Desiree’s mother, her serene expression and regal.

The dining hall, accessible through an arched doorway from the salon, was equally magnificent. A long, dark wood table dominated the room, surrounded by high-backed chairs with intricately carved designs. The walls were adorned with more tapestries, these depicting bountiful feasts and joyous celebrations. A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, its crystal facets catching the light and casting a sparkling glow over the room.

The manor’s kitchen, though less grandiose, was a warm and inviting space. Copper pots and pans hung from hooks above a large, sturdy wooden table where Desiree often prepared potions and remedies. The scent of herbs and spices filled the air, mingling with the warmth from the constantly burning hearth. This was a place of creation and comfort, where magic and the mundane blended seamlessly.

Upstairs, the private quarters were no less impressive. Desiree’s chambers were a sanctuary of tranquility and elegance. The room was dominated by a grand, four-poster bed draped with deep blue and silver linens. A writing desk sat by the window, overlooking the lush gardens below, where Desiree often found inspiration for her spells and potions. The adjoining bathroom was a marvel of luxury, with a large clawfoot tub and an array of fragrant oils and soaps.

Taemin traced the glass bottles with the tips of his fingers. A surge of energy flooded through him. He stepped back out into her chambers and looked out of the window.

Beyond the manor, the gardens were a wonder of their own. Paths of cobblestone wound through beds of rare and magical plants, their vibrant blooms and unusual foliage creating a kaleidoscope of colors and textures. A small, serene pond lay at the heart of the garden, its surface reflecting the moon and stars above, adding to the ethereal beauty of the estate.

The grand ballroom was a spectacle of opulence and grandeur. The ceiling was a high, vaulted expanse, supported by carved wooden beams crafted by master artisans centuries ago. Crystal chandeliers hung low, their prisms scattered light into a million sparkling facets that illuminated the room with a soft, golden glow. The walls were lined with rich, dark mahogany paneling, adorned with antique mirrors framed in gold and silver leaf. These mirrors reflected the light and the movement in the room, adding to the illusion of infinite space.

The floor was a vast expanse of polished marble, veined with delicate patterns of gray and white that shift and shimmer with each step. Luxurious Persian rugs, with intricate patterns in deep reds and blues, were strategically placed to soften the sound of footsteps and provide a touch of warmth to the cold marble.

Everything was just as he imagined and more.

The vampires were dressed in attire of classic elegance. Each outfit was carefully chosen to reflect their status and personality. Their presence exuded an aura of authority and ancient power, their movements graceful and deliberate. Some have pale, almost translucent skin that contrasts sharply with the rich fabrics they wear, while others have a deep, richness to their skin that was only highlighted more by the vibrant colors they wore.

The human attendants, in contrast, were dressed in more subdued, yet elegant, formal wear. They moved efficiently through the crowd, offering platters of gourmet delicacies and glasses of exquisite wine. Their expressions were carefully neutral, but their eyes revealed a mix of awe and apprehension as they served the vampires, who are both revered and feared. 

The food served at the gala is an extravagant array of delicacies, from delicate canapés and foie gras to rich, decadent desserts. Each dish is a work of art, presented with meticulous care and accompanied by rare wines and spirits that were probably as old as the manor itself.

Taemin took a glass from a nearby server and pushed his way through the patrons. He could feel the palpable tension in the air, a mixture of anticipation and the weight of centuries-old power. The soft murmur of conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter create a soundtrack added to the atmosphere of controlled chaos and opulence. The energy in the room was electric, charged with the presence of beings who have witnessed centuries of history and are now gathered to witness the audacious offer that Taemin will make.

Amid the swirling colors and the hum of conversation, Taemin’s gaze was drawn to a secluded corner of the ballroom. There, illuminated by a soft, ethereal light, stands Yael. Her presence is magnetic, drawing the attention of everyone in the vicinity. She’s the embodiment of otherworldly beauty and power. Her gown, a deep shade of midnight blue with intricate silver embroidery, flows around her like liquid night, and her eyes—crimson and glowing faintly in the dim light—seem to pierce through the very essence of those who dare to look.

Taemin approaches cautiously, his heart racing as he takes in her regal demeanor. Desiree stands alone, her expression a serene mask of composure. The room around her seems to blur into insignificance. As Taemin steps closer, he notices that the air itself seems to shimmer with an almost palpable energy, enhancing the atmosphere of enchantment and danger.

“Are you lost?” Desiree’s voice is a smooth, haunting melody that sends a shiver down Taemin’s spine. Her tone is neither warm nor cold, but carries an undertone of intrigue that immediately puts Taemin on edge.

Taemin swallows hard, gathering his courage. “No, I’m not lost. I came here to find you.”

Desiree raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “And why would you seek me out?”

Taemin takes a deep breath, his gaze unwavering despite the intense pressure of her scrutiny. 

“I know who you are, Desiree. I’ve heard stories about your power, your grace. I’ve spent years researching the myths and legends surrounding you. I want to offer myself to you, to become your blood servant.”

A murmur of surprise ripples through the nearby guests, but Desiree’s attention remains solely on Taemin. There’s a moment of silence, during which Taemin can almost feel the weight of her assessment, as if she’s weighing not just his words but the sincerity of his soul.

She steps closer, her gaze fixed on Taemin with an intensity that makes him feel as though she’s looking straight through him. 

“You come here, to this event, and make such an audacious claim. Do you understand what it means to offer yourself in such a manner?”

Taemin nods, his voice steady despite the fluttering in his chest. 

“I do. I’m willing to surrender everything, to give up my will and my freedom. I want to serve you, to be bound to you in every way.”

Desiree’s eyes narrow slightly, a mix of curiosity and amusement flickering across her face. “And what makes you think you’re worthy of such a position?”

Taemin meets her gaze with unwavering resolve. “Because I am committed to this. My desire is not born of mere fascination but of a deep-seated need to connect with something greater, something eternal. I am prepared to prove my worth to you.”

“I have never taken a blood servant. No one has ever proven themselves worthy.” Desiree began to circle Taemin. His pulse quickened at her close proximity to him.

“I know, but I beg you to please allow me to try”

“Beg? You stand in front of me and make claims to ‘beg’?”

Understanding the meaning behind her words, Taemin lowered himself to his knees. He bowed his head in reverence to her.

“Desiree Blackwood, radiant and eternal, I, Lee Taemin, stand before you not as a mere mortal, but as one who has been profoundly touched by the legend of your grace and power. I have wandered through shadows and dreams, seeking the one who embodies the very essence of what I yearn to be. I beg of you, let me be more than I am. Let me serve you not out of mere fascination, but from a deep, unshakable devotion that compels me to surrender all that I am. I offer myself, body and soul, to be your blood servant. I am prepared to sacrifice my freedom, my desires, and my very essence, for the honor of binding my life to yours.

Allow me to be the vessel through which your power flows, to stand as a testament to your eternal might. Grant me the privilege of proving my worth and dedication, that I may walk beside you, in service and in reverence. For in your service, I seek not only to be yours but to find purpose and fulfillment in the sacred bond we would share.”

Desiree’s melodic laugh reached Taemin’s ears. He could feel the warmth creep from his neck to his face. Desiree gently titled Taemin by the chin, so that he was looking deep into her eyes.

“Ah, Taemin, how passionately you lay bare your soul before me. You come to me with such earnestness, like a kitten longing for the warmth of the fire.

But tell me, Kitty, what makes you so certain that you can endure the flame? Many have sought to bask in my light, only to find themselves burned by the very fire they desired. You speak of surrender and sacrifice, yet the path you wish to tread is filled with trials and temptations.

Your plea is enchanting, and your resolve… admirable. Perhaps, I shall grant you a taste of what could be, if you prove yourself worthy. But know this: the journey will be one of both pleasure and pain, and your commitment will be tested in ways you cannot yet fathom.

For now, let us see how well you navigate the shadows and embrace the darkness. Only then will you earn the right to be more than a mere admirer. Show me, Kitty, that you are as steadfast as you are passionate. The flame awaits, and with it, the promise of a bond that could be as sweet as it is perilous.”

Taemin swallowed hard and did his best to hide his nervousness. Her gaze traveled deep down to his soul and sent butterflies to his stomach.

“I hear the challenge you present, and I embrace it with all the fervor of a soul yearning for purpose. I am prepared to face any trial you deem necessary, to endure whatever tests of spirit and will you set before me. My heart is set on proving my worth to you, and I will not fail. 

Guide me through these trials, Desiree, and I will prove myself worthy of the bond we could share. My spirit is resolute, and my will is steadfast. Whatever you require, I will deliver, for I seek only to be yours in the truest sense.”

[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 17

Lingerie/Stripping - Taemin

!sub Taemin

Taemin always had the sweetest ideas for birthday gifts. It always became a week-long event, presents, outings, and everything in between, and this year was no different.

You come out of the bathroom into your hotel bedroom after a steaming hot shower, much needed after a day exploring the city, you were exhausted and in much need of time to just lay in bed and relax.

Taemin swaps with you, going into the bathroom, he takes a bag in with him and that piques your curiosity, as all that he should need is in there already, but you don’t pay too much mind. You get comfortable on the bed, and you close your eyes and rest to the sound of the shower running, daydreaming a little while you wait for him to return.

What you didn’t expect though, is exactly how he would re-enter the room. When you open your eyes, your jaw drops.

Red and black. Lace lingerie. Thigh garters. Straps all over his legs, stomach, chest. Holy fuck.

“Another gift, my love.”

Taemin twirls for you, effortlessly showing off his figure. You are mesmerised, obsessed, addicted to him. Perfection in human form, you wonder how you got so lucky as to be in love with and loved by him. He poses for you, showing himself off, leaving nothing to the imagination as he bends forward and slowly rises back up, hands trailing his legs to follow.

He undoes one buckle, and then two, slowly freeing one thigh from the harness so tightly strapped to it. You see indents in his skin from the leather and the metal, and you are transfixed. He is so fucking hot, and he knows it, and he is not afraid to show it off.

He turns away from you to put on some music, one of his own songs, once with a low, heavy beat. Sensual, sexual, he grabs a chair to sit on next, spreading his legs when he resumes position in front of you. You find your own hand roaming downwards, itching to get closer to your throbbing core, needing relief as Taemin continues to free himself, getting closer to being naked every second. You let out a moan as your fingertips connect with your clit, applying pressure as Taemin lifts his head to stare at you.

“Oh,” He gasps, “Honey, do you want me?”

You nod, lifting your other hand to motion at him to come closer, which he so happily obeys. Crossing the room to you as you spread your legs further to make room for him, he notices your lack of underwear and you watch his cock twitch in the see through lace panties he is wearing. You can tell that he is eager, he gets so cute and bouncy when he wants something, and it makes you laugh. He is so successful at being sexy and enticing, but underneath it all he is just such a desperate little sub for you. The juxtaposition of him in such slutty lingerie turning you on, compared to your oversized tee and nothing else, turning him on with twice the desperation, is enough to have both of your hearts racing. 

Taemin is on top of you so quickly, and you tug him down by the hair to kiss you, licking into his mouth as he gasps again in shock at the sudden movement. You easily take control, rolling him over onto his back to get on top of him instead, staring him down hungrily, taking in the sight close up, your hands roam his body, watching him writhe underneath you while you begin to take off the remaining lingerie. You run your hand over his cock, now fully hard and twitching, desperate for more than the fleeting strokes you provide. He touches you too, wherever he can reach, grabbing at your body, whining for you to give him more, insatiable and overwhelmed.

You allow him to enter you with his fingers, two of them, slender and small, but enough to make you wet, preparing you to take his cock, praising Taemin as he works you so well, knowing exactly how you like it, fingers working harder as you grind down onto his hand, practically dripping down his wrist when you finally lift yourself off and move back to hover over his cock instead. You close your eyes as you lower yourself down, focusing solely on the way that he feels inside of you, taking every inch slow and metered until you have him in all the way.

“Good boy, Taeminnie,” You praise him, holding yourself steady with a hand on his chest, the other carding your fingers through his hair, “You always feel so nice inside of me.” Taemin’s hips jerk with each bounce on his cock, forcing you to take him deeper as he matches your pace. Both of you are worked up and eager now, halfway there from the foreplay, having lost track of time and running low on energy, your only want right now is to chase the orgasm you are so accustomed to receiving. Taemin has incredible skill, and from the amount of times you have slept together, the experience to get you to your peak is one he is so experienced in. 

You find the perfect angle to ride him, your body clenching down with each thrust, each nudge on the nerves inside you, thighs shaking as you try to keep yourself upright. When you lean down to kiss him again, he uses the opportunity to help you out, with all of his strength he thrusts up into you, relieving some of the pressure on your legs, and increasing the pleasure as you can focus solely on that instead.

He gets you there in record time from this, his orgasm coming in sync, or seconds later, your head is too foggy to really know. Soundless cries escape you to the sound of his moans too, all energy spent as he fills you up, ears ringing as you are fucked through your high until you can breathe again, slowing down as he does to collapse on his chest and catch your breath to the sound of his heart beating in your ears.

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kinktober masterlist

[mykoreanlove]

pillow talk

“Taemin, you missed a step.” “Taemin, you are off beat.” “Taemin, did you forget your own lyrics?” “Taemin, where is your head at?”

Angry eyes watched him mess up again, for the hundredth time this evening. The ace of kpop was far from being a rookie but tonight he was far from being professional either. He couldn’t concentrate, messing up all the steps and forgetting his own lines. Frustrated, he run his fingers through his dark hair and sighed out in annoyance. “Where is my head at”, he mumbled absentmindedly…

“Have you told your friends about me?”, you whispered into his chest. Taemin’s breathing paused for a split second which you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t already delicately wrapped around his lean body. His hands caressed your naked figure while his puffy lips were busy pampering you with sweet kisses. “Certainly”, he replied. “What did you say?” “I told them I met someone, unexpectedly. I told them how I met a woman that has taken my breath away.” He paused for a brief moment, triggering the impatience brooding within you. “That’s it?”, you asked offended. He chuckled sweetly before continuing. “They asked me about you, what you were like. And I told them that you were beyond beautiful. Incredibly sexy. Cute as honey. Horny as the devil. Very, very smart. Emotional. Full of passion and desire. Empathetic - always caring and observing. Funny, oh my god so funny, making me laugh all the time. Interesting, seeing a lot of things differently than I do. Basically, I mentioned every positive attribute I could think of.” Taemin didn’t notice the gigantic smile that formed on his lips as he recalled gushing over you. You didn’t see it either, but you felt it, it was impossible not to. “And then they asked me what was going on between us, like if we had a future?” Now you were the one forgetting to breathe – did he catch that? “And I told them that my life is quite chaotic at the moment and that I need to figure out a lot of stuff. I explained to them that I want to concentrate and focus on me, primarily, but this is getting harder and harder to do. I told them that my mind always wanders back to you, thinks about you and misses you. I keep finding myself neglecting my goals to rather be with you…” His voice was filled with serenity, yet you could sense the anxiety in him. “I love spending time with you, getting to know you. The way you think, the things that move you, the things that scare you and make you sad. I want to understand everything about you. And that sometimes scares me.” There it was, the fear that was eating him from the inside. “What does that mean then?”, you asked cautiously.

“Ideally, I’d resist you and move on. I’d memorize your beautiful eyes and luscious lips as a sensuous adventure that I would never forget. But I can’t. Not with you, y/n.” Taemin’s fingers landed on your chin and tilted it up, he was directly staring into your soul now. “I will let you use me.” “Use you?” “Isn’t this what this is?” You gulped, feeling utterly exposed. “Is that why you only told them all the positive aspects about me?” Taemin nodded while placing another kiss on your swollen lips. “I know you’re bad for me. But I can’t help myself. You love me the sweetest only to push a cruel blade into my flesh.” His eyes were glistening, shining almost as bright as the full moon outside. Taemin spoke slowly, putting a lot of emphasis on every single word. “Soothing. Loving. Hurting. Over and over again.” His voice got even deeper, barely audible as he whispered his heart out to you. “And you let me, y/n. Why do you? I come back every time, like a brainwashed puppy. Does that turn you on? Is that your definition of love? Taemin took your hand into his and placed chest kisses on your knuckles before laughing manically. “Because I think it’s mine.”

[xotaemintol]

TAEMIN X FEM READER: RIDING (SHORT/ONE SHOT)

TW: mentions of overstimulation, penetration and more.

PRONOUNS USED: NONE

Word Count: 286

As you sink onto him you both sigh out in pure bliss, your body trembling at the feeling of his length sliding against your slick and slightly sore walls, your eyes roll back; and your hips shuttering as the head of his cock presses against your cervix, "Tae...Taemin..." you shiver as his hands come up to your hips, pressing you down on top of him harder. Softly you chant: "Good…so good...so good, you feel so good." Your voice becomes quieter and you slowly grind against him. Your head feels clouded with lust as an oversexed feeling takes over, the feeling of overstimulation setting in as he fills you is overshadowed by the feeling an undeniable pleasure. You feel like you could explode as your clit brushes against his crotch with every movement. "I...I think I'm gonna..." You shake your head and try your best to keep your body upright, grounding yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders.

Taemin could tell by the worn-out and desperate look on your face that you were reaching a point of sensitivity that would either send you into overdrive or leave you sore in the next few minutes, so to help you reach that peak one more time he grabbed your hips and moved his legs up higher on the bed, positioning himself so that he could take control. "I know baby, I know," as you pout and moan out softly into his ear he rolls his hips up, moving inside of you in a way that made your whole body weak. "Fuck...Taemin..." You double over from the pleasure, crumbling as you lay against him and fall victim to his mind-splitting pleasure.

[casablancarossa]

Please Amore.

<< a taemin x reader story>>

asdfghjkl; I'm fine seriously. Totally have recovered(?) No I have not been sitting on this fic for a while.

Pairings : Taemin x female!reader Genre: Smut. Content Warning : 18+, Minors DNI, Yeah it is smut okay?! Synopsis: You missed a side of Taemin. The non-gentle side of Taemin. And you are hellbent in seeing it. Authors Note: Seem I am incapable of writing anything short? So here ya go darlings. Another long read of Taemin torturing us.

You relaxed back into your seat of the green room, watching through the monitor of Taemin's performance. He was breathless, sweating and positively oozing with 'fuck me' energy. Something about him performing Strings really stirred something in you where you couldn't control yourself around him. It was like a little drug in your system that craved being held by him, being right under him. A lump in your throat caused you to cough violently which caused the stylists and other stage staff to giggle at you a bit.

It was not a secret, at least to anyone in the industry that Taemin had been seeing someone since before enlisting in the army. Even eagle-eyed fans knew that the very song he was singing was on ode to someone he was seeing. If anything, Taemin was no stranger to releasing music that felt sinful but with such an angelic voice, it offered that duality that piqued the interest of fans.

Such a daring mixture to play Strings after Heaven too. It made you laugh how bold Taemin has been and it's something you needed him to let loose out on you. You wandered out of the green room so you could wander towards the side of the stage, wondering if you can take a peek through the equipment. Staff were running back and forth, making sure the the lighting underneath the tilted stage were still responding when the lights needed to be changed,

Taemin was not even halfway through his set list and he was already annoying you and you had to sit there and witness this man, not only ruin your life but as well as thousands of Shawols' lives too, purely by existing. You try not to even think about the stunt he pulled with Criminal. So early onto the concert too. That's right honey, destroy all our fucking underwear why don't you. Groaning, you ask the stage manager if you could borrow some items that could make you pass as stage staff so you could walk around top up Taemin's water bottle collection.

You were surprised when a stylist noona commented that you could probably fit into Taemin's regular clothes and go out unnoticed if you layer and pad yourself out. While jamming to Taemin singing his pretty little heart out, you rush back to the green room and throwing Taemin's clothes on and layering a thick hoodie on top of it all. His favourite cap laid on the makeup table. If I wear this, would he recognize it's me? You quickly grab the hat and tuck your hair in before the same stylist walked in with a black mask and glasses.

She comments how it might help and shield your face a bit more, understanding how fans might not take a random female stage staff too lightly, but also just in case you might get recognized in the future.

As you walk back to the side stage an ahjussi has prepared a staff lanyard for you and headphones. With this, you truly looked like you have been working as a stage staff the whole time. Euisoo saunters towards you, giving you water bottles to carry outside, commenting to keep your head down and try not to distract Taemin. He warned you knowing fully well, that while you may have no intention or plans or even attempts to distract him, he knows Taemin well enough that the mere sight of you, or your presence amongst the crowd sends the boy on frenzy and ends up distracting himself.

Taemin would finally have a chance to settle, get some water, not wanting to pull away from his adoring fans. He was so grateful for them and you admired how humble he was under the care, love and support Shawols have given him. You make your way out the hidden staff door under the stage so you could hug the walls of the platform, walking to the nearest water station and placing the bottles Euisoo had given to you.

The cold arena felt suddenly warm as Taemin walks towards where you were picking up a water bottle, crouching down. He surely couldn't have noticed you already did he? With your head down, you stand back, stepping beside one of the ground staff who were talking to Taemin through his earpiece. Idle babble of lighting, warning about various pyro and confetti explosions and adjusting sounds were going on. A supposed 15 minute conversation happened in less than a minute in your head, surprised by how efficient Taemin was communicating with the team while his mic was still on, giving hand signals for simple yes and no questions. All the while, he was staring you down every now and then while he conversed with the fans.

Of course he noticed you. He could pick you out from a line-up, while horribly wasted and half blind. Taemin also knew what you were like, how this side of him performing drove you insane. He was so happy to leave you accustomed to his chaotic childlike, puppy behaviour at home, that when he switches during performances or in bed, it felt like a bus had crashed into you from how sudden and unexpected it is.

You did only have yourself to blame, afterall you were the one with the pitiful request to let Taemin spare you from his sinful advances on a very regular and almost too frequent basis. As much as you adored the side of Taemin that you see in stage, with you, it felt like he had set the dial was at 100. Taemin was rough for sure, his dominant streak was what got you hooked and dear gods he was good at it too.

How on one occasion during his trip back home from the military, for a family dinner, Taemin had used the small kitchen to his advantage, brushing his hips against yours with a slight buck, whenever he needed something from the cupboard in front of you. How during a photo-op encouraged by his mom, caused him to delicately trail his fingers up and down your spine, which he knew sent you dizzy and breathless. Yes that is what Taemin loved to do to you, to tease you in public. While he may have enough self composure to not go wild, you however could not and by the wee hours of the night, you are begging, pleading and if it was in an empty house, probably screaming Taemin's praises.

But after one too many arguments, accusing Taemin that he only wanted you for your body, the quality of sex didn't necessarily die down, but the significant decrease meant that Taemin was more susceptible to being more casual, more tender and loving. It's no surprise to anyone, but Taemin was a cheesy romantic. He was the type to scatter rose petals in the bath tub when you had a long day. He was the type to quietly harass Kai, Jimin and Ravi to go to a spontaneous location he had picked mere minutes ago so he could take you there and by the time you two have arrived, Taemin's friends would be panting, breathless after quickly decorating a very elaborate and stocked picnic set-up.

At it's very core, it was all romantic and yes Taemin had no qualms in ravaging you in public, but nowadays it felt like Taemin no longer fucking you but made love to you instead, which was completely two separate things for you. You loved getting fucked by your boyfriend but you treasured being made love to even more.. It was heated and passionate without the frills and it was just the two of you with Taemin coveting your body like the goddess he deemed you to be. But you weren't an idiot or insensitive either, deep down more than ever you knew, Taemin craved that extra form of control, to have you be a broken mess under him, to have you be at every beck and call to his commands, not because you were scared but because you did enjoy it as much as he did.

Gods, how long have you been staring at him from the bottom of the stage? You were so lost in your thoughts that you had been functioning on auto-pilot for the last few minutes and if it weren't for the explosion during Danger, nothing would have snapped you out of it. From the corners of your eyes. you saw Euisoo gesture for you to rush towards him to the staff door. The manager, mentions something about outfit change and having Taemin upside down again and how your boyfriend might appreciate a comforting face for support.

"Wah, Lee Taemin, you were so cool out the there!", you exclaimed as you walk back into the green room.

There he was, your own personal Adonis, shirtless once more, holding his next outfit in his hands. Shocked that he wasn't dreaming that you were indeed wearing his clothes as you plop his hoodie on a sofa. "Were?" he cocked his brow at your statement.

"Are. Still are" you corrected yourself at his behest, stepping towards him as the stylists carefully take the mic pack away from his trousers, setting it aside. While yes it is their job to get the idol all dressed up and ready, you really did not need to see them get handsy on your man, despite them having literally the most purest of intentions. "Don't worry eonnies, I can dress him from here", you stated out loud, casting your eyes at the women as they remained while Taemin walked towards the changing screen to change in private, had they stayed in the room.

At your words, Taemin cracked a grin, looking back behind him. Is his girlfriend having a stand-off with his stylist noonas? The air was thick with tension and you couldn't have been anymore obvious that you wanted them out of the room. He offers a nod to one of the older stylists that it was okay. It wasn't your first rodeo in getting him ready. For the better part of 'Hard' promotions, Taemin had you chasing after him because he refuses to get his hair and makeup done properly after eating and mainly because he got distracted annoying Key about their 'couple bags'.

As soon as the doors closed and that you two were finally alone, Taemin, resumed getting undressed, hastily putting on the red outfit left behind consisting of some baggy pants and a very convoluted styled sweatshirt with dangling pieces of fabric and an overskirt to wear over his pants. Meanwhile, you had approached him with a puff sponge in one hand, already coated in product as you dab at his face gently, working the product in and trying to apply it evenly, lifting his chin so you could even out his jawline. Your fingers playful trickle down the side of his neck before wrapping them around the base, looking up at him with desires that could burn this room right now.

Taemin quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling them away from his neck, still holding on with a firm grip, his head lowered, just so his lips were mere millimetres away from each other. Before he could lean in to kiss you, your head darted back, avoiding his advances. You stumble backwards to walk towards the vanity. With a slight bend of your back and over the table, you dropped the sponge and picked up a lip tint this time, carefully applying it to yourself with your fingers without contaminating the applicator.

You watched through the mirror as your partner's eyes had darkened, watching you bent over any surface, watching your finger carefully swipe against your plush bottom lip before biting them, as your siren eyes lure him even so slightly. You played coy as you rested both of your hands on the desk to keep yourself up while jutting out your backside for Taemin's viewing pleasure. Your hands carelessly tousled through your hair before hiding a devilish grin behind them as they cascade to frame your face.

How is it, not a word has been uttered between the two of you and yet so much was said. You were trying to play with fire and Taemin was not pleased by your actions. He lets out a little cough to break the silence, making his way towards you. One hand grip at the backrest of a chair that was standing beside you, he carefully lifts to tilt it forward an inch before slamming the back legs down to catch your attention, almost making your jump in your spot.

Your body effortlessly sway and sit down on the seat Taemin had moved, your eyes were more alert, constantly staring at the dark haired boy through the mirror. His tongue clicks, before standing right behind you, his eye were barely peeking through his fringes. You didn't like it when you couldn't see his eyes. Usually they were the first giveaway of what emotions he was feeling at a given moment. "Hands clasped behind the chair", he orders.

You struggle at his words, they sounded a bit darker and lustful. "We don't have much time, amore",

With a nod, your hands finds themselves clasped together, your eyes never leaving the sight of him. You wanted to take it all in, you wanted to see the switch, the dial up past 100. Taemin's hands rest on your shoulders, lightly massaging them as they make they way towards the nape of you neck. Taemin quickly rustled through his pockets taking out a lengthy red fabric, arranging it accordingly before wrapping it around your eyes, doing a loose knot behind your head.

It wasn't long before his fingers thread through your hair, clasping a fistful and pulling your head back. You normally would have let out a pained mewled but Taemin didn't give you a chance as his lips crashed down onto yours, feverishly kissing you while his spare hand roams your chest, carelessly grabbing at your breast, trying to push his digits past the bounds of your bra so he could pinch your nipple through your shirt.

His touch almost scalds you as quivers and squirm in his hands. God you craved his touch so much, you desperately sought out for his fiery skin against yours. You can already imagine how it would feel so nice to feel how soft his skin is, how it is hot to touch, how it smoothly glides against your own, every cell and fibre getting electrocuted at the intensity of it all. Damn clothes. Damn fucking clothes. You mewled more desperately into his kiss, silently pleading more.

As much as Taemin wanted to tease you, he couldn't resist. You could feel the back of your head hit what you assumed is his abdomen. His fistful grip never left your head, occasionally tugging at it, but not his other hand found your knee and with a swipe up towards your heated core, your legs had unconsciously spread open for him, his fingers trailing circles around your thighs. You found it hard to keep the grip on your own hand as you desperately wanted to touch him as well, to guide his hands where it mattered, but if you disobeyed him, he might not even touch you tonight.

The man's hands fumbled against his jeans which you were wearing and until there was enough give, he snaked his hand through the crotch area and began teasing your heated mound through the fabric of your underwear, eliciting a very audible gasp out of you. His lips were suddenly close to your ear, with heavy breathing. "Don't make a sound mi amore, they will hear how slutty you get", he teased.

You bit your lips trying to contain your voice, but it didn't help that Taemin was talented in finding your bundle of nerves, his finger pressing on it rhythmically and circling it around that cased your body to lean forward in pain. Taemin continued his pace before a teasing finger had pressed your underwear a little bit into you.

The sudden intrusion had cause your legs to almost snap shut, trapping Taemin's hands in between your thighs and it weren't for his growl, you would have followed through, but you focused so hard in keeping your legs spread, your thighs slightly convulsing after straining to stay open. Taemin rewarded your efforts by delicately manoeuvring his fingers to set aside your underwear and bury two fingers immediately into you, causing your body to lean forward even more, your lips spread almost silently screaming.

Taemin watched through the mirror as your body jolts here and there as his fingers relentlessly pumps into you, groaning at how your walls clenched around his digits, the only noise filling the room were subdued panting and squelching noises. "Don't you look pretty like this, mi amore", he asks pulling your head up by your hair.

What a stupid question. You were blindfolded, but you knew what he meant. He loved how easy it was for you to fantasize about what was happening to your whenever you were blindfold. As if you seeing yourself come undone by Taemin, helpless and needy, made you so much more wetter. "Amore..", you whimpered. "Please..."

Taemin let's out a sinister chuckle before whispering, "No". With his words, he pulled his fingers out quickly out of you and quickly grabbed the blindfold off you before rushing towards the door. You were so lost in the moment, you had not even realized there had been knocking voices for Taemin to get on the stage to get strapped in for the rotating platform.

Your look at yourself through the mirror wondering how the ever loving fuck did you look so dishevelled. A few baby coughs left your chest as you recollect yourself before standing up, finding it hard as a noticeable pressure has built up between your legs. Fucking Taemin, you are a dick, you thought to yourself before standing up to walk out of the room to see Taemin, already harnessed on and about to flipped for his entrance to 'Door'

As the concert continued, you stayed in the side-lines and watched Taemin perform, cheering quietly from where you were as to not disturb the staff who you already have probably annoyed tonight.

When it was time for another outfit change, Taemin hurried towards the sides, calling your name out repeatedly. The man stated out loud that you would be helping him get dressed again which caused the stylists to back down and giggle as his words caused an annoyed scowl plastered all over your face. His hands have a death grip around your wrists once more, rushing towards the room and giving the door a little slam. "Tae, you need to chill, people will definitely think we are about to fuck", you sighed as you stumble into the dimmed room.

"Fuck them" Taemin lets out a growl, a growl you know to well as his 'I'm horny and I'm angry growl'.

Before you could utter another word, Taemin grabs you by the shoulders, pushing you towards the makeup table, his hand roaming your sides and back as he plants a doozy of a kiss, forcing your lips apart with his tongue. It was like a familiar dance that you have found yourself in. He pushes you onto any surface and your automatic instinct is to sit on it, parting your legs to give room for Taemin to between them, while your arms are hooked on his shoulder, pulling him more into the kiss.

"Mmf--What. Am. I. Going. To. Do. With. You" Taemin groans, enunciating every word with a kiss, starting from your lips that trailed to your jaws then neck.

"Anything please. Everything." the words fell like a lump of nonsense and mumbles, but you were too focused on the fact that Taemin had nipped slightly on your neck.

Your pleading voice arouses him further, his hand snake up your body, tugging harshly onto the shirt you were wearing before lifting them up. You could see his eyes were filled with hunger seeing your breasts practically pooling out of your bra.

His lips began to pepper kisses along your chest before latching onto one of the mounds, sucking and biting on it, while his hands playfully massage them, flicking and pinching your nipples occasionally. "Tae wait.. if you keep doing that.. I can't help being loud" you gasped.

"Well then amore, hopefully you can control yourself" he winks up at you before sliding downwards kissing your stomach and placing tepid kisses on your hips.

His trip back up to kiss your lips was nothing short of sweet as he find the familiarity of stripping his jeans off you, picking up your hips so he could also include your underwear in the mix. The moment he heard the thud of the clothing hit the floor, Taemin spreads your legs once more and knelt in front of you with that darn devilish grin of his.

He makes the gesture of shh, placing a finger on his lips before using the same finger and slowly enter your core, causing you to whimper. Taemin chuckles to himself, knowing fully well that you were too bothered and sensitive to have the capacity of being silent. He pumps the lone finger, his head tilting from side to side so he could observe your face and body.

Your hips were bucking like you needed more, a small movement but it encouraged Taemin to add a second finger in, fully in motion of thrusting inside of you, twisting and spreading you to the best of his abilities. Once his fingers hook at a certain spot, he watches your head throw itself back, letting out a loud cough to cover your whimper.

You were seeing stars and your breathing had become so audible, you were convinced floor staff had heard you. You try to look down at your boyfriend pump his fingers into you unforgivingly but seeing the sight of him part his lips and envelop your clit was a sight to behold indeed.

Such sheepish licks, caused a shockwave through your body and all you could think of was trapping Taemin's head in your thighs as you grab his hair, trying to keep him down there until he finished you off.

You could feel the peak approaching as Taemin made good work of his mouth and fingers, making sure he savoured the taste of you while he was down there. But truly nothing could prepare you for Taemin immediately pulling away when you stated how close you were to bliss. Your body barely knew how to react as you let out a little cry, the sudden missing feeling of Taemin on you, made you tremble.

"Please Amore... that was mean.. " you panted, your vision settling to see he was in the midst of changing into the final lilac suit.

"Mean? What's mean is you not using your pretty little mouth"

You look up to see that Taemin had left the blazer and trousers unbuttoned and through his black boxers, perfectly outlined his erection. His body slumped back onto the sofa in the room, beckoning you to move towards him. He chuckles darkly as he watches you naked from the waist down and your shirt rolled upwards, resting on the slope of your breasts. "Here, just in case", he laughs once more, chucking a blanket scarf your direction.

You catch the item, roughly wrapping it around your waist , enough to cover your privates but thin enough to know you were bare under it. In a fluid motion, you crouch down to crawl towards Taemin, settling yourself between his legs. Your hands roam his thighs before meeting at the band of his boxers, sheepishly tugging it down until his dick had popped out, surprising you. "May I taste it... Sir?" your eyes lift ever so slightly.

As if it wasn't obvious from Taemin's hitched breath and the way his cock twitched, hearing you mewl your last word sent chills through his body. The last time you had called him that was the last time he acted as a dominant and where you finally argued with him about feeling like a sex toy rather than his girlfriend in bed. He doesn't recall being disrespectful but is fully aware that he gets in the zone too hard and would punish you equally as his previous bratty submissive partners.

Taemin carefully reaches forward, brushing your hair and holding it to a ponytail with a firm grip. His other hand cups your cheeks, his thumb tenderly brushes against your lips before using his hold on your hair to guide you closer to his aching member.

Without wasting time, your tongue darts out to lick from base to tip before opening your mouth to take him in. "F..fuck y/n"

You giggle despite having your mouth filled as you proceed to bob your head up and down, twirling your tongue and moaning. The vibrations and sensations overwhelm Taemin as his hips jerk upwards, causing your to gag a little. While it didn't deter you from continuing on, it was enough of a sign for him to use your mouth as he pleases.

Taemin roughens his grip on your hair, pushing you down as his hips thrust up. God he missed this. He missed fucking your face, hearing your stubborn coughs as you allow him to abuse your throat like this. He couldn't help notice how gorgeous you were like this. His obedient girl. Something primal triggered within him as he watches you remain strong willed to not pull away, noticing how strings of saliva had began dripping from the corners off your mouth. How he was fucking your mouth had become so messy with slight tears smudging your own makeup and how the slightest hint of your lipstick has tinted the base of his cock. Taemin lets out as hiss as you fully take him in with a pause letting the tip of his member rest at the back of your mouth.

Just because he denied you your orgasm, doesn't mean he doesn't get to finish. He internally swears he will make it worth it. He tries to shift in his seat, so he could lean forward to give a gratuitous slap on your ass as he keeps your head down on him. "Drink me up Amore.. " he grunts every word with a thrust, picking up the pace.

It didn't take long before he mewls your name, coughing and using whatever articles of clothing to dampen the sound escaping his lips. You could feel string after string as Taemin fills up your mouth with his cum. You lap it all up, making sure not one drop is wasted as you lean back to an upright position sitting on your knees.

Taemin lets out a few more coughs, trying to collect himself, panting heavily as he smirks at you. You daintily wipe the corners of your mouth with your finger and offer him a little smile. "I think the fans have finished singing" you note.

Right on queue, the knock finally at the door came, asking Taemin to come out quickly. "I promise to make it up to you Amore" he whispers, his hands cupping your face to place a kiss on your forehead before standing up to finish getting dressed and heading out.

You sat alone in that room, thinking to yourself how you couldn't wait for him to fulfil his promise. You desperately craved his primal side now.

As if the stylists knew something funky went on in the room, they knock, just to make sure, that you were okay for them to come in to tidy up. You cough and hurriedly scoot to where Taemin had stripped you, grabbing your underwear and rushing towards the changing screen, calling them in.

As soon as you finally had calmed down and made yourself modest, you rushed out back to the side stage, making sure you were there for Taemin as he wraps up his final set. You were in such awe and couldn't wait to drown him in affection and congratulatory praises, but your cheeks were downright flushed thinking about the prospects of what happens next.

You were too lost in your own dirty fantasies that you had not noticed Key and Minho standing in front of you, waving and trying to pull you out of your daydreams. "Yah, Lee Taemin, I think y/n is no longer with us" Key calls out to your boyfriend who had just exited the main stage and rushing to hug Minho and Key.

"H-huh?" you mumbled, finally snapping out of your thoughts to see the three Shinee members standing in front of you, smiling however Taemin's was coated with wickedness.

"Wow. You really love him so much that you are in awe huh" Key jokingly scoffs at your direction.

"I couldn't be more proud of him" you giggled, stepping forward to embrace Taemin and peck his lips. "By the way, I didn't put my underwear back on, but the eonnies left you a spare change of clothes" you whispered into his ear.

Taemin chuckles as he pulls away, pardoning himself so he could get changed. Conversations happened here and there and instead of celebrating immediately with drinks and food close by, Taemin had suggested that he wanted to go home first to let his mom know that he was planning on drinking and might be home late and need her to take care of the cats.

This was obviously a lie, kind of. His mom would need to take care of the cats however, due to Taemin's busy schedule, the cats were at her place instead for the weekend.

As the pair of you began to part ways from everyone after an agonizingly painful debate on where to eat, and one heated argument with Euisoo later, Taemin managed to convince his manager that he would like the chance to be able to drive his his girlfriend to the next location and be able to bond with here in peace.

What a fool they were for thinking how cute that sounded because as far as you were concerned, you and Taemin never really made it further out of the carpark.

After waving everyone off, Taemin had hurriedly thrown you into the backseat of his car, jumping in with you with a hungry kiss. "Mmmf, Taemin.. you sure?? Here?" you gasped in between his barrage of kisses.

"Taemin? What happened to Sir" his tone had shifted once more. "Beside I thought you might appreciate the intimacy of a tight enclosed space. Now what was that again about not having your underwear on"

You giggled as you lean against the passenger door, raising your hips so you could pull out said article of clothing from the back pocket.

"How dirty of you Amore, soiling my clothes like this" Taemin whispers, his hands falling familiar to unbuttoning the jeans once more and tugging at them so they just gathered around your knees.

Taemin pulls you off your position and despite the tight area, he manoeuvred you with ease, placing you in front of him bent over, with your hands in the footwell to keep yourself up and your ass in perfect view from his face.

He daringly bites the plump flesh of your cheeks causing you to wince, with his hands once more, teasing your core. Flick. "Amore, listen to me well.." Flick. "Sir desperately wants to fuck you senseless" Flick. "I want this car to shake and be filled with your screams. Okay?" his words were concise but struggled here and there.

He gave a good smack on your ass once more, enough that it stung but that was a sign to get it moving. He had quickly discarded his trousers and boxers, lost in the void of the front seats. Your body shuffled once more to allow yourself and Taemin to be in position where you could sit on his lap, there was not much headroom, but you found yourself leaning back into him, back flushed against his chest

You spat on your hand enough that when you reach down to hold Taemin's member, it was enough lubrication the guide the tip at your entrance, hesitating for a bit.

Taemin however could not wait as he thrusts up, intruding and spreading your open earning a pleased groan out of you. Finally all the tension in your body caved into the pleasure of having Taemin's cock in you. You absorbed every movement as he makes the best effort of plunging in and out of you in a steady rhythm making your bounce on his lap. "Nngh.. sir.. please" you whimpered.

"Please what?"

"More please.."

Taemin secured his arms around your torso, and slightly sinking into the seat so he had the positional advantage to drive himself up in you in a rapid pace. Your grip shifted to hold onto the backrest of the front seats almost holding yourself in place because if Taemin thrusted any harder and you would be either through the roof of the car or half of your body would be over the centre console.

It didn't matter that you were uncomfortable as the euphoric feeling zaps every nerve in your system, overwhelmed by how rough and aggressive Taemin was getting with his pounding. Delicate fingers sneak under your shirt and what could only be described as the man handling of your breasts.

Taemin's name would be the only word left in your brain as he softly whispers sweet nothings into your ear. His hot breath felt like fire against your skin and hearing his shaky breaths and how he moans your name, it sent you wild. "y/n.. y/n.. y/n.. god you. drive. me. insane" he punctuates his words with long and deep thrusts.

Those thrusts came with a price as it it had tickled just the right spots in you evoking a squeal and your walls clenching down on him. You couldn't tell if it was dark out or had your eyes been squeezed shut and you were beginning to see stars. "Taemin .. I mean.. sir.. please fill me up" you moaned, turning your head to look back at him.

He chuckles, pushing your ass up and off it, giving it a quick slap and kiss. "Turn around, I want to look into your eyes as I flood you y/n".

Obedient as you were, it took a few attempts to get to a comfortable position in the back seat as you straddled Taemin, drinking up the sight of how sweaty he had gotten, how his eyes were half lidded shut, equally lost in his arousal. Unconsciously, you began to grind on his shaft, teasing the both of you as his tip poked at your entrance every now and then.

The hot air surrounded the two of you as streams of panting came from both of you. For a small moment, you manage to catch Taemin's eye, filled love and desire. He offers you a soft smile, hand placed on your cheeks. Without breaking eye contact, his spare hand reaches down so he could align himself so in your next grind, he would finally fill you up again, letting out a shudder. Your walls were gripping around him tight and he knew fully well, you two wouldn't last at this rate.

Taemin leans forward to nibble at your collarbone, slapping your ass once more to get you moving as you now bounce up and down, feeling more intense by the minute. He would make you lose your mind even further as me meets your bounce with the thrust, essentially slamming his self into you. His name fell from your lips like a trance, singing his praises and how you craved him.

Your body could barely hold itself together as your body collapses backwards ignoring the fact that your balance was supported by the front two seats, your shoulder resting on either side. Taemin watch your body arches, eyes ogling as your breasts flail with every buck of his hips. His hands get to work. One hand reaches up at your neck, wrapping his fingers around them and applying pressure while the other hand palms at your lower abdomen, sinking lower until his thumb could reach to stimulate your clit once more.

Taemin was more that happy to comply that he would make it up to you. You were a mewling and moaning mess under his control and he could see that you were on the brink of probably causing a scene as your volume was probably leaking out of the car. "Amore.. wait... wait..", you could barely speak out as a scream teared through your throat as you finally reach your release.

Your whole body contorts and honestly, you would have screamed bloody murder if it weren't for the fact Taemin's hands was on your throat and essentially holding you down. Seeing the sight before him unravel, it didn't take long for Taemin to follow suit, releasing his own into you.

There was moment of silence before you felt Taemin's arms snake around you, pulling you back to him. "I think... we should bail on dinner" he breaths out against your skin making you mewl.

"Amore.. we can't keep disappearing on group dinners"

"Fine... but when we get home we need to discuss some safe words before I break you"

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February Filth Fest ~ Day 8: Temperature Play

Pairing: Lee Taemin (SHINee) x Fem!Reader; Genre: element wielders, kinda atla inspired, royal au, assassin au, enemies to lovers, smut, pwp; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: tributes, fireballs, hinted fighting, restraints, pinning, temperature play, nipple play, clit play, fingering, slight dirty talk; Wordcount: 809

Summary: You offered yourself as a tribute for the Ice Prince in hopes of getting close enough to him to take him down. Yet, your attempt turned out not in a way you expected.

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“The regions have sent their tributes to you, Prince Taemin.” A servant announced as the new people got lined up in front of the throne. 

You glanced up at him through your eyelashes, seeing his cold and seemingly bored expression. His chin rested on his hand, leaning on the armrest of the throne. His eyes wandered over the tributes beside you until they landed on your form.

Taemin straightened slightly, a glint of interest shimmering in his eyes. He ordered for the other tributes to be sent away before he stood up and walked over to you. 

“Follow me”, he told you in a hushed voice, leading you away from the throne room and through a long hallway.

Your fingers twitched impatiently. Despite not being tied up as a tribute, you couldn’t just attack him in the middle of his castle. Yet you wanted nothing more than to shoot a ball of flames at his back.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.”

You jumped slightly in surprise, staring at his back with wide eyes. Maybe you could just pretend to be clueless what he meant. You could also attack quickly before he even had the chance to react.

In an instant you formed a small fireball in your hand, raised it above your head and flung it forward.

At the same time Taemin turned around and engulfed the fireball in a globe of ice with a swift motion of his hand.

Though with the heat of the fire the ice quickly began melting, creating a cloud of steam in the middle of the hallway.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance and immediately created another fireball in your hands, ready to charge it the moment you saw him move.

“You’re making this way too easy”, he laughed out. He shot more ice at you, bursting the fireball and creating even more steam around you two. Soon after he pinned you against the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs.

You weren’t even able to see him move around in the mist, his complexion, light hair and clothing adding to his camouflage. Now though with him being right in front of you and holding you against the wall, you were able to see him clearly.

Taemin held your wrists against the wall, creating chains of ice to keep you in place. He traced a finger coated in ice down your arms. 

You shivered the difference in temperature getting to you. As a fire wielder you naturally had a higher body temperature so having the prince of ice pressed against your body you simply couldn’t help your reactions.

“Is that all you got?” You asked with a scoff, wanting to hide the fact how much his close presence affected you. “I could easily melt your ice away again.”

“Sure, you could.” He looked straight into your eyes, a danger hidden deep inside them. His gaze shortly flickered to your wrists above your head, seeing that you weren’t actively melting them away. “But something gives me the impression you want me to go even further.”

You glared at him, unable to deny his statement - though refusing to admit it. You moved your chin upwards, wanting to show strength even in your situation. 

“Tell me to stop, when you’re borderlining to hypothermia.” Taemin moved both of his hands to your side, letting his fingers slide underneath your top. He coated one of them at a time with his ice, making you jerk slightly from the sudden increase of cold. His thumbs brushed over your nipples. They pebbled from his cold touch alone. Taemin smirked and pinched them, eliciting a moan from you.

You tilted your head back as his cold lips nibbled along your throat, leaving little marks along his way. You arched your back slightly, loving the way he played with your body.

Taemin moved one of his hands further down, sliding them into your underwear. His cold index finger circled around your sensitive nub, turning your legs into jelly. “That’s it”, he whispered, pressing himself and his own hard dick against your body.

The second he pushed two fingers inside of you, your walls clenched around them - the cold driving you crazy.

“Fuck, you’re hot”, he breathed out, sweat accumulating on his forehead from your body heat affecting him.

“Can’t handle my heat?”

“Wouldn’t you wish for that”, Taemin scoffed, increasing the ice on his fingers and making you moan out loud. “I know you fire wielders want to get rid of an ice wielder being in charge around here.”

“Damn right!” 

“Too bad the assassin they sent is already answering to my every beck and call.” He moved his fingers in a come hither motion, making you tremble from the pleasure all over again. “So”, he paused, pressing on that spongy part inside of you, “cum for me.”

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Under the sheets [TaeKey - FanFic]

Key was sprawled out on the couch, a remote in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other. The TV was playing Taemin’s live performance of Guilty. Key knew his friend could be seductive on stage, but this performance seemed to transcend every limit.

Taemin’s piercing gaze through the cameras, his fluid and mesmerizing movements, the way his body seemed to tell a story... A shiver ran down Key’s spine. He gripped the bowl of popcorn tightly, forcing himself to look away for a moment, only to reprimand himself mentally.

"You’re his best friend, Key. Get a grip."

The show ended, and Key let out a deep sigh, placing the bowl aside.

"That kid is going to kill me one day," he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Still a little disoriented, Key got up and opened the door. There stood Taemin, flashing a relaxed smile and wearing a baggy hoodie—a stark contrast to the provocative figure Key had just been watching.

“Surprise, hyung!” Taemin said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

“Taemin? What are you doing here?”

“I need a quiet place to crash for the night. My house is chaos because of tomorrow’s recording, so I thought... why not come to my dear Kibum-hyung?”

Key rolled his eyes, trying to hide his nervousness.

“You really think you can just show up unannounced and be welcome?”

“I’m always welcome, aren’t I?” Taemin grinned at the older man in that way he knew Key couldn’t resist.

Key scoffed but couldn’t suppress a smile.

“Do you want anything? Food? A drink?”

“Just a comfy bed and your company.”

Taemin’s words were innocent, but to Key—still reeling from the performance they carried a dangerous undertone. He tried to suppress any improper thoughts and led the younger man to the bedroom.

As Taemin flopped onto the bed, Key noticed how relaxed and unassuming he seemed. Taemin was comfortable here, and that only deepened Key’s guilt for even entertaining thoughts beyond friendship.

“Did you watch my performance?” Taemin asked, stretching lazily.

“I did. It was... incredible, as always.”

Taemin smiled, satisfied, but then furrowed his brows and studied Kibum.

“You’re acting strange, hyung. Is everything okay?”

Key averted his gaze, nervous.

“I’m just tired.”

Taemin tilted his head, concern evident in his eyes.

“Are you sure?”

Silence hung between them. Key’s heart raced as Taemin reached out and gently held his hand.

“Kibum, what’s wrong? You can tell me.”

Key sighed.

"It’s now or never."

“I... I just don’t want things to change between us.”

“Why would they?” Taemin looked genuinely confused.

Key pulled his hand back gently and avoided his gaze.

“Because sometimes I feel things I probably shouldn’t for you.”

The confession lingered in the air like a precarious bomb. Key braced himself for anything—shock, anger, distance. But instead, Taemin simply smiled softly and shifted on the bed, kneeling to be at eye level with him.

“Hyung... Do you think I haven’t noticed?”

Key’s eyes widened.

“Noticed what?”

“The way you look at me.” Taemin chuckled quietly. “And you know what’s funny? I look at you the same way.”

Before Key could respond, Taemin leaned in and hugged him, his hands sliding gently over the older man’s shoulders. The touch warmed Key in a way he hadn’t expected.

“If this changes anything between us, it’s for the better,” Taemin murmured, his lips dangerously close to Key’s ear.

What started as an embrace became something more. Taemin rested his forehead against Key’s, his eyes searching deeply into the older man’s. When Key finally gave in, leaning in for an exhilarating kiss, all the tension melted away.

The kiss quickly deepened, and they ended up lying down, interrupted by soft laughter as they explored every touch and sigh. That night, under the sheets of Key’s bed, they allowed themselves to discover what had been suppressed for so long. And as they fell asleep together, still wrapped in each other’s arms, there was no room for guilt or fear—only the certainty that what they felt was real and mutual.

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