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My thoughts on TAEMIN x pet play!
NSFW!! TW//pet play, breeding, unprotected sex,dom!idol, sub!reader! (Fem reader implied: good girl/pretty girl used)
What do I think about Taemin being into pet play?
Well…I think he absolutely loves pet play, dominant or submissive—he loves pet play. But when dominate he loves watching you crawl to him, he asks you to do cute tricks for him and in return he'll give you treats; sometimes it's cute snacks you like, he'll let you eat it out of his hand or if you're really good he'll let you lick it off of him or drink from his mouth. Other times, he'll reward you with kisses or by fucking you. Of course, you have to stay on your collar when he's fucking you; even if he's eating you out, the collar and the ears have to stay on or he'll punish you.
"Who's my pretty baby?" As you sit between Taemins legs he pets your head, his fingers brush against your ears that have grown used to his teasing—the look of satisfaction on his face when you lean into his palm and softly meow makes the slight humiliation worth it. "Good girl," He says, "You're been such a good kitty for me baby, don't you think you deserve a treat?" As he asked this you perked up. You'd been trying so hard to be good for him in hopes he'd finally give you a treat you truly deserve, not just candies or something to lick off of him either—you wanted him. You excitedly nod and smile as you turn to face him, "You think you've earned it baby?" As he asks this you hesitate, you can't tell if he's teasing you or not but you decide to go with it and nod again. "Good, I'm glad you think so too..." As he says this you notice a slight shift in his demeanor. Taemin stands up, as he yanks his belts through its loops your pussy throbs and you watch feeling nervous and excited. "Get on the couch baby, open your legs for me." He says breathlessly, you are quick to follow his orders. Crawling onto the couch you lay in your back and open your legs, underneath the skimpy skirt he insists on you wearing is a pair of thin underwear. The pretty sky blue lacy material only turns him on more. "Just like that baby, good girl." It only took five minutes for him to be inside of you, pushing your body into a mating press so he could cum inside of you as deep as possible.
The way he’d fuck you, going from calling you his pretty kitty or pretty girl to a naughty kitty. Pulling on your collar as he kisses you like his life depends on it—he’d be so feral, its almost like he’s in heat. “So good…fuck…so good, so good, such a pretty kitty!” His voice would crack and tremble as he’s fucking you, it’s clear in his tone how far gone he is. He’s fucking you so hard, so deep, and so good that he doesn’t just fuck you dumb—he fucks himself dumb too. His head is completely empty as he’s thrusting inside of you with messy, deep, and long strokes. Every thrust just as powerful and wild as the last, you know he’s lost it when his strokes become aimless and primal. “Is it good baby? You like it when I fuck you like this?” He asks as he wraps his hand around your throat, you don’t even have to answer him—with his pretty lips pouted he’ll answer for you in a teasing tone saying; “I know you do baby, my naughty kitty, my dirty kitty…such a bad girl, you’re such a bad girl.” When he finally cums you’re so full that his love spills onto the couch. With every throb it drips but he’s not going to let you waste your treat, so he’ll make you sit on his lap with his cock still inside of you—making sure every drip is deep inside of your pretty pussy…
But to put it simply, I think Taemin is really REALLYY into pet play.
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Heaven Sent, Hell Bound (2Min)
AO3 | AsianFanFics
Relationships: Minho x Taemin Genre: smut | fluff | angel/demon AU Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~15.7k
Tags: Smut, Fluff, Angel/Demon AU, Corruption AU, Alcohol, Angel Choi Minho, Demon Lee Taemin, Getting Together, Dirty Talk, Rough, Bottom Lee Taemin, Top Choi Minho
Summary: Taemin has one final assignment to complete before he can move up in the ranks of Hell's Army. A trifle really, easy. Seduce and corrupt an angel. And he just so happens to know where one is on earth.
Square: Lee Taemin; inspired by tear Of gOd by OnlyOneOf ( @kpopwritingbingo )
The first thing that Taemin learned when he stepped foot on earth was that it stunk. Not in the amazing, eye watering way that his level of hell did, no. This place smelled like rot and despicability that even a demon would grimace at.
The second thing he learned was that angels smell amazing. He should have found it repulsive. The sickly-sweet purity, cutting through all of the decay and depravity. As a self-respecting demon – anything that pure should have made him want to vomit in the most Exorcist manner possible – ideally all over the nearest unsuspecting nun or expectant mother. But not Taemin. As soon as he neared the location of the angel he was hunting, the most delightful, overwhelming joy came over him. He had to physically stop walking to calm his racing heart and keep from rushing toward the source of that delectable scent.
Taemin was a young demon, working his way up through the ranks of their militia. This would be his final promotion, into the ranks of King Asmodeus’ legions – if he could pass this one final test. While most demons in his position waited generations for the opportunity to advance, Taemin’s promotion came with a stroke of celestial luck. In order to advance his rank, Taemin would need to corrupt the incorruptible – a pure blood angel. Of course, with the inability to enter the realm of said angels, it often took years to obtain one to complete the task. Taemin, however, was given the task just as a recently promoted angel was given his own task; to spend a month on earth without the use of his powers, in order to experience the “beauty of humanity”. Taemin knew nothing about his mark, aside from the fact that he would likely be beautiful and smell awful. He was excited about the work ahead, however. Seduction had always been his strong suit and the challenge of a supposedly chaste and perfect angel was exactly what he craved.
Before leaving hell, Taemin had asked some of his friends where they thought an angel on earth might hang out. The answers ranged from churches (duh) to gardens, to Kibum’s droll response of “probably screwing a nun”. None of them had gotten it correct, however.
Bartending, apparently, was where an angel sent to earth chose to spend their time. Specifically, bartending at a tiny little hole in the wall bar, where Taemin was pretty sure he’d seen a rat in the bathroom having dinner with the roaches.
The angel was just as beautiful as Taemin had been led to believe. He had a small, neatly semi-symmetrical face, with dark, emotional eyes. His hair was styled in a simple, unassuming way. His shoulders were broad, and Taemin could see his muscles under the tight black t-shirt he wore, flexing as he cleaned glasses. Though he was quiet for the hour that Taemin observed him from his corner table in the bar, he drew humans to him like moths to a flame. Taemin listened to at least fifteen people spill their woes over a few drinks, all while the handsome man nodded sympathetically.
How he wasn’t losing his mind was beyond Taemin. Didn’t this angel know that this stuff meant nothing in the long run? These humans would live an insect’s span of existence in the greater scheme of things, then die and be judged accordingly. Their tears were wasted over the random men and women they were in “love” with.
Halfway through the second hour, Taemin was ready to out himself as a demon just to give the poor handsome angel a break. Instead, a far more brilliant plan emerged in his mind. He rose slowly, walking carefully toward the bar to avoid drawing too much attention from the humans. He was created as an incubus, which meant that even when he didn’t want it, he tended to draw people’s interest.
Taemin made it to the bar without incident and settled onto a stool a fair distance from the other patron, a young woman who’d been flirting with the angel to no avail for the past twenty minutes.
The angel approached Taemin, his easy smile wavering when he made eye contact. “H—Hi,” he said after a minute. “Need a refill?” He jutted his chin toward the beer bottle in Taemin’s hand.
“No… I actually have a question.”
“Shoot.” The angel leaned down, fixing something under the bar near Taemin’s seat.
“What’s your name?”
The angel glanced up. He smiled brightly, his teeth perfect and straight. No wonder the woman had been flirting with him; that smile alone was to die for. Taemin swallowed hard, mentally scolding his heart for picking up speed.
“Minho. Yours? I haven’t seen you around here before.”
“Taemin. I’m new in town. Which was actually what I wanted to ask. How long have you been around? The bar patrons seem friendly with you.”
“A few weeks,” Minho said. He leaned on the counter and faced Taemin. “I’ve just got a way with people. Good listener.”
“I guess that’s important for this job.” Taemin took a sip of his beer. “Do you know if there might be any openings in the bar?” He asked as casually as he could.
“You looking for work?”
Taemin nodded. “Yeah. I’m sort of moving around right now, but this town seems nice. I wouldn’t mind staying here for a bit, so long as I found a place.”
Minho nodded. His gaze lingered on Taemin’s a little too long, brows furrowing for a moment. “Yeah,” he said, a bit distracted. He blinked and shook his head. “Sorry, um… I don’t mean to stare, but you look… Really familiar. Are you sure you’ve never been around?”
Taemin shook his head, shifting his features just enough to give himself an innocent, youthful expression. “Never. I guess I just have one of those faces.” He smiled brightly then and leaned more over the bar. “Is it a pleasant familiarity at least?”
“Oh—” Minho hesitated, confusion crossing his features. Taemin locked gazes with him, letting a whisper of his magic creep out and surround Minho. Minho reacted instantly, straightening up with a grimace. “What?” He asked, a little more sharply.
Taemin withdrew his magic, pouting softly. Well that wouldn’t work. “Sorry, I asked if I was familiar to you, to a good person you knew.”
“Oh.” Minho nodded after a second, seeming to shake off the fog that covered him due to Taemin’s magic. “Yeah, I’d guess so. Most people are pretty good.”
“You have an optimism about yourself,” Taemin said. “Doesn’t it get hard to keep that, working in a bar?”
“Nah.” Minho shrugged. He nodded to a man who entered before looking back to Taemin. “People are inherently pretty great. They just struggle sometimes. Place like this… I see everything.”
Taemin bit his tongue, struggling not to argue about humanities flaws with Minho. That would be the last thing that would make the angel interested in him. He nodded instead, smiling in a way he hoped was understanding and pleasant. He watched Minho walk over to the other end of the bar, leaning forward to chat with the new man that had entered.
Taemin finished his drink and quietly slipped from the bar. The sun was shining warm on his skin, not nearly warm enough to feel comfortable, despite the lack of clothing worn by all the humans around him. He wandered down the sidewalk, doing his best to blend in as he considered his next move.
Minho’s time on earth was meant to be spent living as a human, learning about them and taking those lessons back to heaven. Taemin had misunderstood this as having no powers, but Minho still had some residual celestial power, as evidenced by their conversation. He was able to sense – and reacted negatively – to Taemin’s own seduction power. He likely had some form of angelic charm, drawing the humans to him to spill their guts – though this may have been the alcohol consumption. Not being able to use his power made Taemin’s work in seducing him more of a challenge, but not one he wasn’t happy to take on.
The first thing he needed to do was establish himself as a presence in the handsome angel’s life. Which meant being around him, and being human – at least in appearance. Taemin followed the lingering traces of Minho’s scent to various locations around the small town.
First, a café that stunk of coffee beans and sweat amid the sugar and chemically altered flavorings. Minho must drink this stuff. Taemin made a mental note to determine which flavor he liked.
Next, a small grocery store. Taemin grabbed a basket absentmindedly, following the scent around the aisles and pausing where it seemed stronger, trying to determine what Minho may have grabbed. Did he need to eat? Was his power that removed? Or was it all for show? Another question that Taemin would need an answer to. He purchased a small bag of cinnamon candy, absently chewing it as he wandered to the next location.
This one was a small apartment building. Where Minho lived, possibly? Taemin touched the knob, reaching out with his magic to unlock the main door and slip inside. He traced the scent up to the second floor, lingering at a door emblazoned with a bronze 12 on it. Taemin touched the knob once more, unlocking it and pushing it open carefully. The apartment was sparsely furnished and obviously empty. A chair and table and a small rug were present in the front area. Taemin could see a kitchen, just as sparse – the counters were entirely empty. He crept into the kitchen and opened the fridge, surprised to see it properly filled with food enough for one person. A quick peek through the rest of the cupboards revealed that the kitchen was far less sparsely stocked than the empty counters implied; the angel was apparently just a neat freak.
Stepping deeper into the apartment, Taemin peeked into a clean bathroom, glancing in the medicine cabinet. Basic skincare, toothbrush, things that one would expect to find in the bathroom of a human man equal to the age Minho appeared. Taemin nodded in approval. The angel had done his homework, apparently; he wondered how many humans Minho anticipated coming over to see this façade. Not many, if the lack of a couch was any indication.
The bedroom was the final room Taemin entered. The bed was large and the blanket was white and soft looking. There were a row of pillows in soft blues and purples along the headboard, and a nightstand, empty save for a lamp and a notebook stood at the right. The closet was neatly organized, with an array of shirts and jeans hanging, and a small dresser that was filled with socks and underwear. A few pairs of sneakers and a pair of snowboots were present as well. The boots made Taemin scowl; how long did Minho intend to stay on earth? He pulled open the drawer of the nightstand, unsurprised to find a Bible tucked into it. He was far more surprised, however, to find a bottle of lubricant and a small pile of condoms next to said holy book. Taemin grabbed one of the condoms, smirking at the size; he’d assumed Minho was well endowed – it was nice to have confirmation. However, he’d been under the impression that angels on these sabbaticals couldn’t partake in human acts of sin. Unless he was intending on marrying a human in order to experience sex… Taemin’s scowl deepened. He dropped the condom back into the drawer and shut it with his hip. He crept out of the apartment and locked it back up, sneaking down to the front and exiting once more.
Once outside, he looked over the buzzer box, spotting the one marked ‘Office’. He pressed it and waited. There was an uncomfortable crackle before a tinny woman’s voice answered.
“Yes?”
“Hi, I’m wondering if you guys have any available apartments?”
“How many bedrooms?”
“Just one. Single person.”
“Come in, follow the first floor signs for office, we can talk.” A louder buzz sounded, and Taemin smirked, pulling open the door. He walked into the office, allowing his powers to envelop him as he smiled softly at the woman sitting behind the desk. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at him.
“Oh—Good morning,” she said, rising.
“Morning, ma’am. My name’s Taemin. I’m new in town. I heard from a friend that you might have an open apartment?”
She rose, nodding. It took her a few seconds to make noise despite her mouth moving, her eyes never leaving Taemin’s.
“Yes, of course,” she said in a rush of breath.
Taemin could smell her arousal from where he stood, thick and pungent as she undressed him with her eyes. Humans. So easy to manipulate. He stepped forward, hiding his laugh behind a cough when she moved backwards in surprise, falling ungracefully into her chair. Taking a seat, he leaned forward and smiled again. “What do I need to do to rent one?”
The woman rattled off a list of requirements, fidgeting with papers in front of her as she did. He could see her squirming in her seat as Taemin pulled the required documents from his pocket for her inspection. He knew he could have just as easily presented her with a piece of paper torn from a year-old newspaper from another country and still gotten the apartment – but why risk it? Minho had done well, presenting as a human; the least Taemin could do was match that energy for his own assignment.
“We have an opening down here,” she said, finally gathering her bearings enough to flirt back. “Right next to my door.”
Taemin smiled, leaning a little closer to her. “Lovely… But I prefer the second floor. Apartments near the number twelve, actually… Old suspicion of mine. Anything there?”
She hesitated a moment before nodding. “Twelve is taken, but thirteen is available. Next to it. An unlucky number, but…”
“It’s perfect,” Taemin said quickly, flashing a bright grin and watching the woman’s eyelids flutter as her arousal spiked.
“H—Here. Just need the deposit.” She placed the keys in front of him, her hand shaking visibly.
Taemin pulled his wallet from his pocket, withdrawing a handful of paper money and sliding it across to her. Her eyes widened. “Oh—”
“I prefer cash. Old soul, I think,” he lied easily. “That’s okay, I hope?”
“Of course, let me write you a receipt. This is well over three months of rent…”
“That’s good. I would like to keep myself advanced on bills.” He grabbed the key and tucked it into his pocket.
When she held out the receipt Taemin took it, sliding his hand over hers. When he did she shuddered, unable to suppress the moan that slipped out as came instantly. Taemin smiled, letting her hand slip from his grip when she slumped back in the chair, barely able to keep her eyes open. A little surge of power spiked his pulse, the energy from her pleasure a delightful treat. Though he didn’t need sexual energy to survive, it was absolutely delicious when he was able to pull it. He wondered how Minho’s energy would taste. Would it have that same floral, delightful pureness? Or would his sinning sour it to something rich and dark? Taemin could barely wait to find out.
Taemin stepped out of the apartment building, taking a moment to gather his bearings. The sky had turned a lovely, fiery orange as the sun began to set. He headed back toward the bar, allowing his magic to extend back to furnish the apartment that he’d rented next to Minho’s place. No reason he couldn’t be comfortable while he completed his assignment, he figured.
The atmosphere around the bar was far livelier than when Taemin had left it earlier in the day. Though he wouldn’t call it exciting, it was far louder and more boisterous, both outside and inside. Minho was still at the bar, his bright grin contagious as he laughed over something a baby faced young man said to him.
Taemin stepped up to them, catching Minho’s eyes. He nodded. “Be with you in just a sec,” he called before stepping down the bar to pass a drink to another customer.
Taemin’s brows rose, surprise cutting through him. He’d never been told to wait before. He pouted a little, leaning on the bar. The boy that had been talking to Minho touched his arm.
“I’m Sungho. I’ve never seen you around before.”
Taemin hesitated, biting back a snide comment. He smiled instead, relaxing the hold he had on his magic instinctively. Sungho’s shoulders slumped a little, his gaze going a bit unfocused as it affected him.
“Taemin,” Taemin took the hand Sungho held out, pressing a kiss boldly to the back of his hand. Despite the spark of energy he gained from the easy seduction, something troubled him. Sure, he could seduce anyone with his magic. Even the most pious of nuns and priests were no match for his power. But that was all it was. Magic. Magic that he couldn’t use to seduce Minho, who had instinctual barriers against it. Even letting it free here, in Minho’s presence, ran the risk of him being outed as demon before he managed to even get a kiss out of the pretty angel. But what was Taemin without that magic? Could he seduce a human – let alone an angel – without the use of his power? The question made Taemin uneasy. He pulled back on his magic, quickly clamping it deep inside of himself, and settled onto the stool next to Sungho.
“I’m new in town,” he said, keeping his voice gentle enough that Sungho had to lean forward to hear him.
“What brings you here?”
“Work. As in, I’m looking for a job. My last one fell through.”
“What do you do?”
“Singer,” Taemin said after a barely noticeable pause. He wasn’t – really – but when it came to human jobs, it was one of the few he knew he could do without problems or excess magic use.
“You’re a singer?” Minho’s voice cut through their conversation. Both Sungho and Taemin looked at him.
Minho smiled sheepishly, taking a step back from the bar. “Sorry, that was very rude. I didn’t mean to listen in.”
“It’s quite alright,” Taemin said smoothly, smiling gently. “I am a singer. Sometimes, when I’m needed as one.”
“You should’ve said that earlier,” Minho said. “We just lost our last performer.” He motioned with his head to the back, where a small stage sat empty. “I bet my boss would be more than happy to talk to you about a job.”
“Yeah? I’d love that. When is he in?”
Minho glanced at his watch. “She usually comes in around ten, so if you’re willing to wait around for an hour?”
“That’s fine. I was gonna have a drink anyways.”
Minho nodded. “What can I get you?”
“You pick.” Taemin grinned brightly. “I trust you.”
Minho’s gaze narrowed a little, his mouth curling up into a smile of his own. “We just met, how am I so trustworthy?”
He shrugged, putting his chin on his hand. “Just a vibe I get. Am I wrong?” He looked at Sungho for confirmation, who smiled and shook his head no.
“Minho’s the best bartender we’ve had in a long time. Very trustworthy guy.”
“Now you’re just flirting,” Minho teased, tossing a cardboard coaster on the counter and setting a glass on it. He grabbed a few bottles and a shaker, setting to work. Taemin watched him for a few moments, drawn in by the way he worked, his movements fluid and precise despite his size.
Their gazes met when Minho poured the vibrant red drink into the glass. He slid it over to Taemin by the coaster, smiling. “Here you go.”
“What is it?” Taemin asked, picking it up.
“A red devil.” Minho said. He tapped the bar. “Lemme know how you like it.” He said before heading down to where an older woman called his name.
Taemin’s brows furrowed. Did Minho know? There was no way. He wouldn’t be relaxing and chatting with him like this if he did. Especially not flirting. Was that flirting? Taemin’s scowl deepened for a moment. Did he even know what human flirting was these days? He’d relied on his magic for so long…
Sungho nudged him. “How is it?” He asked.
“Hm? Oh.” Taemin took a sip, surprised at the fruity flavor with the level of alcohol he’d watched Minho pour into the shaker. “It’s really good,” he said, grinning. “Wanna try?” He offered the glass over.
“Sure.” Sungho took a sip, his eyes widening. He licked his lips. “Oh wow, that is good! I’ll have to order one when he gets back. What’d he call it?”
“A red devil.”
Sungho snorted. “Cute name.”
“How long has he been around here?” Taemin asked, watching Minho move.
“About a month. Feels like he’s been here forever honestly, he’s really fit in fast.”
“Do you know much about him?”
“Not really.” Sungho shrugged. “He rolled into town about a month ago, ended up coming into the bar and talking to the boss. She loved him right away and gave him a job. He said he was looking for a quiet place to settle down for a while, didn’t specify why. Of course, it’s a small town, there were rumors. He was some insane serial killer, he was a government agent, you know.” Sungho snorted. “But he’s just a sweet guy. I know it’s his job to listen to bar patrons complain, but everyone I’ve talked to that’s spoken with him – myself included – he makes you feel really important. He’s very good at his job, I guess, or he just… Loves everyone.”
Taemin smiled softly at Sungho’s description. “He sounds amazing. Are you and he a thing?”
Sungho laughed brightly. “Oh God no, I wish. Me and half the people in this place. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone not flirt with him, even our local pastor makes excuses to come in and flirt.”
“Does he have a partner yet?”
Sungho shook his head. “Not that we know of. Always goes home alone too, sadly. Guy like that…” He slumped his cheek into his hand and sighed heavily. Taemin chuckled into his glass. He knew the feeling.
Taemin nursed his drink for the next hour. Though he wouldn’t get drunk from something as simple as a human alcohol, it was good to keep up appearances. While he did, he watched Minho work, listening into his conversations with various patrons to try and learn anything he could that would help him in his seduction.
Sungho had been correct; everyone flirted with Minho, and while he remained polite about it, he never played into their flirtation, seemingly unaffected. Even the most intense flirting from some of the more beautiful humans, Taemin couldn’t sense a whisper of arousal from him.
Minho’s boss was a handsome older woman that Taemin immediately liked. If this were any other visit to earth, Taemin would have sought her as a bed partner immediately. She sized him up across the table they chose in a quieter corner of the bar.
“Do you have a resume?” She asked.
“No.” Taemin did his best to look chided. “Most of my jobs have been kinda as needed.”
“What have you done in the past?”
“In other towns I’ve worked as singer in bars, kinda like this. I’ve done some maintenance work, some sales work.”
She nodded. “What do you sing?”
“Pop, usually. But I’ll try whatever’s put in front of me.” He grinned at that, relieved when she cracked a small smile at his joke.
“You have confidence for sure, which can be good. Or horrible.” She smirked. “But you’re charming too. You’ve certainly charmed our new bartender, he seemed pretty eager to have me talk to you.”
Taemin smiled brightly at that, glancing at Minho across the bar. “He’s a sweet guy.”
“Do you two know each other?”
Taemin shook his head. “Met today. I came in earlier to ask for work and then later tonight. He overheard me talking to one of the other patrons about singing.”
“So that is impressive. He’s nice, but hard to please. I guess I should give you a shot on that alone.”
“I’ll try not to disappoint.”
She nodded. “I am sure you won’t. Would it be too forward to ask you to start us off on karaoke tonight?” I can bring in a musician if you need one next week, but just to see how you do?”
Taemin nodded. “Of course, I’m up for that.” He grinned. “Anything you want me to sing in particular?”
“Something that will impress me.”
Taemin’s grin shifted into a playful smirk. He turned his head a bit, narrowing his eyes. “You’re setting me up to fail with that,” he said, leaning forward conspiratorially. “I feel like you are one tough woman to please. For good reason.”
“Oh?” She put her chin on her hand and tapped her nails against her cheekbone gently. “And why do you think that?”
“You have high standards,” Taemin said. He leaned back, waving his hand absently around the bar. “It’s obvious to see. You run a good place. You’re clean and you make sure your servers aren’t slobs. You’re a person of class and you know it, you expect the best from people because you only hire the best.”
She smiled at that and nodded. “Astute assessment from someone so young. Mostly accurate as well. Do you have a psychology degree?”
“I just like watching people. You learn a lot from just listening.”
“My thoughts exactly. And you are right. I am very tough to please. But I feel like you’re up for the challenge.”
Taemin rose and bowed, smiling coyly. “I’ll do my best.”
He stepped up onto the stage, hesitating a moment to let his eyes adjust to the lights angled toward it. It only took a few more seconds to scroll through the song options on the small screen nearby and select a song that he knew well. The music began almost immediately and he grabbed the mic smoothly, smirking at the nearest bar patron. He began to sing, letting his eyes roam over the small group that began to form. He didn’t need his magic for this, and it felt good; despite not being human, he had been blessed with a number of human talents; music was something he’d always had an affinity for. It was an easy way to draw in his victims – willing participants in this case – and it soothed him deep down.
As he sang, the bar quieted, everyone listening to him. Taemin chose a second song quickly, riding the high of adrenaline and joy that being the focus of attention in this way brought him. He could feel eyes on him, and hear murmurs from the various people as he hit each note with ease.
As the song finished, Taemin spotted the young man he’d first smiled at taking a few tentative steps toward the stage. He crouched to be eye level with the man. “Wanna have a go?”
“I’ve never done that before.”
“It’s easy. And if you’re bad, who cares? You still got to try, right?” He grinned warmly and pulled the man up, helping him figure out the karaoke machine before hopping off the stage. He was immediately approached by a handful of people, asking if he was a professional singer, who he was, where he was from, the voices overlapped to the point even Taemin struggled to understand.
“Hey! Let him breathe!” Came a stern voice from behind them. The group separated immediately, revealing Minho, his arms crossed over his broad chest. The boy on stage began to sing, giving the patrons something else to focus on while Taemin made his escape with Minho.
“That was great,” Minho said as they approached the bar. The owner was behind it, tapping various bottles with the back of a pen as she took notes on a small pad in her hand.
“I told you I can do that,” Minho said, his voice taking on a note of anxiety as he circled around the bar.
“Nonsense, I own this place. If you keep doing everything for me, what should I do? Put on a dress and look pretty? Serve drinks?” She slapped Minho playfully on the chest and turned to face Taemin, who’d stopped in front of the bar.
“Plus, you were rescuing our new resident celebrity. You said you could sing – not that you were that good at it.”
“I’m okay,” Taemin said, smiling softly. It was a strange feeling, Minho’s gaze on him. It made him feel almost modest.
She snorted. “Understatement of the century, kid. You have the job, if you want it.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Sing. Just like that. Starting off karaoke like that at night would be great. The more they sing, the more they drink. But I want some real performances from you too… Once a week to start. If you’re willing to come in at least three other nights to work karaoke and…” She drifted off. “I think he could be behind the bar a bit. Not serving drinks, but he could help you take orders when it gets busy. Keep the customers happy and talking… Would that work for you?” She asked, looking at Minho.
He nodded. “I think that would work. Minho met Taemin’s gaze, smirking softly. “He certainly has a fanbase already.” He nodded behind Taemin. Taemin glanced back, spotting a few of the people that had come up to him after he left the stage. They were watching him closely, talking in one another’s ears. He flashed a bright grin and shook his head, turning back to the two.
“I’d be happy to come in, that all sounds great. Do you want me to give you a list of songs I’m good at singing? For a DJ or someone?”
“Yeah. You can write it out and bring it to Minho tomorrow. For now, come to the back with me. Contracts, legal stuff, gotta work it out with you.”
Taemin followed her to the back room, listening politely as she explained the legal aspects of the job. It didn’t really matter to Taemin; he wasn’t going to be staying long enough for any of this to be relevant, and he didn’t need money when he could just conjure it, but making a good impression was everything – especially since this woman had just given him his in to getting that handsome angel in his bed.
After everything was signed and agreed on, the boss offered her hand. “I’m so rude. I never introduced myself. I’m Jian.”
“Nice to meet you.” Taemin shook her hand firmly. “Can I ask you something that might be entirely out of line?”
“Shoot. Now’s the time to ask, you’re not officially my employee until tomorrow.”
He chuckled. “I suppose not. Um… Minho.”
She smirked. “What about him?”
“Is he… Um… You know. Are you and he…”
She laughed brightly then and shook her head quickly. “Oh God, no. No, he’s available for you.”
“F—For me?” Taemin did his best to look bewildered. She smiled, tilting her head to the side.
“Oh, as if I didn’t notice the way you two were looking at each other. He is far too young for me, plus I don’t date employees. He is a handsome man though. You could do worse.”
Taemin smiled sheepishly, lowering his gaze to the desk.
“I don’t have a ban on employees dating, by the way… If it comes to that. Just don’t let it affect work if you do, okay?”
“I doubt it’ll… You know.” Taemin rubbed the back of his neck, hoping he was doing a convincing job of looking shy. “Sungho said he was kinda distant in that way, not really into dating.”
“Not into dating customers. Which is a damn good mindset. One I hope you take to heart. But I’ve never seen him act like he did tonight.”
“How so?” Taemin asked softly.
“That boy nearly ran around the bar to save you from your gaggle of new fans. You’d think you were some idol and he was your body guard with the way he protected you. It’s cute.”
Taemin’s smile grew then, and his heart gave a little flutter. Strange – he didn’t recall it ever doing that before. “Yeah?” He asked, realizing it was far easier to sound hopeful.
She nodded. “Yeah. Trust me. I’ve got a good eye for these things.” She patted Taemin’s wrist. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Remember to bring Minho that list so I can get it looked over. I have a few different musicians that like playing, but they prefer playing for a singer, so, a list will help me figure out who can come in and when, that’ll help us narrow down your schedule too.”
“Of course, I’ll bring it tomorrow afternoon, so he can give it to you right away.”
She nodded again. “Good boy. Come on. Things will be busy for the rest of the night, I’ve gotta help out Minho. You’re welcome to stay, watch how we do it. It’d be great if you could pick up a few things yourself, start helping him with basic drinks.”
“I’m happy to learn.”
Taemin walked back out with her, surprised to see that the bar had filled far more in the thirty minutes they’d spent in the back. He circled around, spotting a seat at the bar that he could slip onto and watch Minho work. There was little time to talk through the remainder of the night, as Jian had implied; they seemed to draw a lot of business for being in such a small town.
Taemin could feel the energy drifting through the bar in waves – all of the emotions clashing together in a loud orchestra that made every nerve ending light up. He wondered if Minho felt the same way; if angels could pick up on the little energy changes the way demons were taught to. It would make sense, he supposed. But he knew very little about angels, on purpose; they guarded their secrets closely lest they be found out and brought down by some hellspawn. Taemin smirked into his glass at the thought. Demons hadn’t given any serious thought to angels in many millennia. They’d moved onto bigger and better things; it was angels that were stuck in the past. Aside from these occasional silly tests, demons could care less about angels and their comings and goings.
Taemin slipped out of the bar before closing and headed back toward his apartment. He didn’t want to have Minho find out about his living situation quite yet – let them develop a friendship first, then have it be a lovely coincidence. He grinned when he entered his now furnished apartment. While the angel’s next door was minimalist and white, Taemin had gone with a far more drastic pattern. A large black and red rug filled the living room, with a comfortable black leather couch and a large television, as well as a dark cherry wood coffee table. The curtains were heavy and crimson, blocking out all light when closed. His bedroom was similar, the king-sized bed covered with black silk sheets and a deep red comforter.
Taemin stripped nude and slipped under the cover, sighing contentedly. Sleep was voluntary as a demon, but he’d never turn down the excuse for rest. It was one of those human things that he simply couldn’t get enough of. His dreams that night were filled with an entirely different view of the world than he was used to. Instead of death, sex, and flames, Taemin found himself walking through a meadow with Minho, his wings vibrant white to Taemin’s sleek black feathers. Their fingers were laced together as they walked, settling down to rest near a babbling stream.
Taemin could hear Minho’s heart pounding as he rested his head on his chest, and his own matched the rapid beat. Contentment, Taemin realized in his dream. That was what he felt here. Contentment and peace… And something entirely new. A strange feeling that made his heart patter against his ribs and his stomach flutter like a thousand flies were trapped in it. A feeling he didn’t quite have a name for, though it was on the tip of his tongue. A feeling that he finally named, waking with a jolt as the sun rose in the sky.
Love.
Despite the uncomfortable wake up call, Taemin brushed it off as he got ready for his day. Eating was voluntary – but Taemin couldn’t resist the allure of an aggressively sweet bowl of sugary cereal as he researched common flirting practices of humans – through some popular television programs, of course. Afterward, he took a moment to write out some songs that he wouldn’t mind performing to give to Minho. Though this was all a part of his ultimate task, he found himself somewhat excited about the prospect of performing like this. He’d never been on earth this long before; normally he only came to visit to seduce his quota of innocent souls before slinking back to his home in hell. He hadn’t realized just how much there was to do up here.
When Taemin had determined he’d wasted enough of the day on research (and binge watched that particular program because he needed to see if they ended up together), he changed into a pair of form fitting jeans a black t-shirt and boots before heading down to the bar once again.
Despite it being a Sunday afternoon, the bar was just as busy as it had been the day before. Taemin recognized many of the faces, though there were a number of new ones as he made his way to the bar. Minho smiled when he entered, jutting his chin toward Taemin in greeting as he listened to the customer in front of him. Taemin approached quietly, taking a seat at the bar.
Minho nodded to the customer, making a quick excuse about having another patron, and hurried over to Taemin.
“You’re welcome for the escape,” Taemin teased softly. Minho smiled gratefully.
“He’s nice. Just talkative. Want a drink?”
“Sure. The one you made last night was great.”
“I’m surprised it didn’t knock you on your butt; that drink is strong.”
Taemin shrugged. “I’ve got a high tolerance.”
Minho snorted. He pulled out the bottles, beginning to make the drink. “I’d say. You sounded really good last night by the way. I was impressed.”
“Thank you.” Taemin smiled softly. “Oh, I brought the list.” He pulled out the paper and slid it across the bar. Minho took it, his eyes moving back and forth as he skimmed the songs. He nodded and tucked it into his pocket. “I’ll get it to Jian when she comes in. Are you gonna be here tonight? We could use another karaoke starter,” he teased. He slid the vibrant drink over to Taemin.
“I’d be glad to. Any requests?” Taemin leaned over the bar a little, putting his chin on his hand.
Minho’s gaze narrowed, his mouth thinning. He tapped his chin in thought. “Something sweet. I like happy songs.”
“Songs about falling in love?” Taemin asked,
Minho smiled softly and nodded. “Yeah, those ones are good.”
Taemin nodded in agreement. “I’ll sing one just for you tonight then.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” Minho said, holding up a finger as he walked toward the other end of the bar.
Taemin finished his drink and paid before stepping outside. Having nowhere in particular to go, but not wanting to linger around the bar for longer than necessary, lest Minho find something suspicious, Taemin wandered down the sidewalk, following traces of Minho’s angelic scent as he did. This trail led him to a beautiful park, tucked away behind an office building. The center was filled with a lush garden of flowers, and around it was a beautifully kept meadow. Taemin’s heart skipped a beat, his skin tingling with déjà vu as he walked through the meadow. It ended at a small stream, winding lazily around and disappearing under a bridge. Recognition hit Taemin like a brick. His dream; he’d seen this exact meadow in his dream. He spun around, half expecting to find Minho – or some other angelic presence – watching him, outing him as a demon. But the park was empty, save for an elderly man walking along the trail surrounding the meadow.
The uneasy feeling of being watched didn’t stop even when Taemin left the field and headed back toward his apartment. His skin tingled, nerves further fraying whenever someone glanced at him, no matter how innocently. He hurried back toward his apartment, this new feeling of insecurity one he didn’t relish. A part of him wanted nothing more than to disappear, fly back into hell and curl up in his warm home, forget about the angel and earth and the promotion. But something held him back, kept him from turning tail and running. A part that kept thinking of the promise he made to Minho, to sing a love song, and the remembering the way Minho’s hand felt in his in the dream, how the new fluttering sensation in his tummy and heart tickled like nothing he’d ever felt before. Maybe it was the thrill of a new experience, maybe it was something wholly different, but whatever it was, it made Taemin want to see this through.
He returned to the bar that evening, his motivation renewed. As he’d assumed it would be, the bar was far busier, and he barely had a moment to say hello to Minho before the other was stepping away to take another order. Jian was behind the bar as well, serving drinks and chatting with patrons. She waved Taemin over when she spotted him.
“I got your list, I sent it out to the musicians I know, they should be getting back to me throughout the week. I’m pretty confident that we’ll have you sing a formal set, about an hour or so, this upcoming Friday, but I don’t know who will be playing with you. Is that okay?”
Taemin nodded. “I’m easygoing with it. Just let me know whenever you find out.”
“Would you be willing to do a little tonight? We have an older crowd on Sunday nights, so we likely won’t get much, but a few might want to sing after you.”
“I can give it a shot. Should I go now, or wait?”
“Give it about an hour. Wanna come back behind the bar and let me show you some of the basics?”
Taemin nodded. He rose and circled around the bar, easily dodging Minho’s arm by ducking under him. Jian chuckled. “A natural. Those fast reflexes will come in handy back here.”
The evening passed quickly while Taemin worked to learn the ropes of the bar. Though it would have been just as easy to pull from the infinite knowledge his magic could give him, there was a fun little thrill he felt in learning and succeeding in these new things. They were simple, he knew, given what he was, but it brought a feeling of joy he’d not felt in many years.
As the night drew on, Taemin climbed onto the stage once more, choosing a few older songs to appeal to the crowd that filled the seats that night. A few individuals came up after him, but more asked him to sing another song, even requesting he sing this or that that they liked. He humored a few requests, singing every little while between bursts of heavy business at the bar.
Though he hadn’t intended to, Taemin stayed until close, helping Jian and Minho clean up the tables and close down the bar. She clapped her hand on his shoulder as they stepped out into the early morning air, cooled off with the lack of sun.
“Thank you for your hard work tonight, Taemin. You did so much more than was expected.”
“Honestly,” Minho agreed, locking up the back door of the bar. “You were a massive help; I don’t think we’ve ever gotten orders out so fast.”
“He picked it up so quickly too. You’re sure you’ve not bartended before?”
Taemin smiled sheepishly, his stomach fluttering with excitement over their praise. “No, I haven’t. I’m a quick study though. I’m glad I could help.”
“Do you need a ride home?” Jian asked, motioning to her car in the parking lot.
“No, I live walking distance,” Taemin said. He bit his tongue. “Just up a few blocks.”
Minho cocked his head to the side. “What building?”
Taemin told him, trying to sound casual as he spoke.
“Hey, no kidding? That’s where I live.”
“Really?” Taemin grinned. “What a crazy coincidence. Wanna walk home with me?”
Minho nodded. He gave Jian a quick hug. “See you on Tuesday?”
“Of course. Night.” She squeezed Taemin’s shoulder again before walking to her car and getting in. Minho and he waited until she drove off before heading down the street toward the apartment building.
Taemin had about a hundred things he wanted to say to Minho while they walked, but for the first time in his very long life, he found himself entirely unable to speak. Nothing his mind helpfully supplied sounded right or good to start with, and nothing he wanted to ask seemed appropriate as they walked in the quiet early morning. It was ultimately Minho that broke the silence first.
“Your singing tonight was really something. Some of the folks that were there until we closed usually don’t stay for more than a drink or two.”
“Thank you,” Taemin said, smiling softly. “I don’t know if it was entirely my singing that caused them to stay though.”
“Oh, it was, trust me. I’ve been working there long enough to know some of these folks very well.”
“How long have you been there? Everyone seems to know you and be comfortable with you.”
Minho shrugged. “I’ve just got that way with people; can make them open up and relax.”
“That’s a good quality. Have you always been able to do that? Little boy Minho talking to the grown-ups like he was a psychologist?”
Minho’s smile softened a little. He shrugged. “It’s an inborn gift. Same as you seem to have a way with your own gifts. You’re very charismatic. Even when you messed up tonight, nobody seemed to mind. I’ve watched some of those patrons rip our waitresses a new one just for looking at them wrong.”
“People are complex,” Taemin said. “Sometimes they react without thinking.”
“And sometimes certain types just… Work for them.” Minho agreed. He unlocked the door to the building and let Taemin step in. “I’m on the second floor. You?”
“Me too. Apartment thirteen.”
Minho’s brows furrowed. “Thirteen?”
“Yeah? What… Did you know someone who lived there before?”
“No, it’s… Always been empty since I’ve been here. It’s weird, actually. I’m twelve.”
“Really?” Taemin feigned what he hoped was an appropriate level of pleasant surprise. “What a crazy coincidence! I should’ve stuck around last night, we could’ve walked back together like this.”
Minho nodded, still watching Taemin. He turned away only once they ascended the stairs. Taemin tried to remain relaxed in his posture, keeping a gentle smile on his face. Minho’s expression was unsettling; like he knew more than he was letting on.
“I’ll see you later,” Minho said when they reached their doors.”
“Jian said the bar isn’t open tomorrow?”
“No she’s closed on Mondays.”
Taemin leaned against his door, facing Minho. “What do you plan on doing tomorrow?”
Minho inhaled deeply, glancing down the hall. He shrugged. “I usually just walk around town. There’s a church I visit, volunteer a little time there. Wanna come with me?”
Taemin hesitated. Though there would be no actual physical harm in him going into a church – they made him distinctly uncomfortable for very obvious reasons. He pursed his mouth in thought.
“What time?” He asked finally. Minho smirked. He leaned back a bit, his gaze nearly sizing Taemin up as they stood.
“I’ll come get you around eleven.”
“Sounds good. Should I dress in any certain way?”
“No, it’s usually not too bad of work, helping out sorting papers or cleaning up the parish.”
Taemin nodded. “Sure, I’ll be up.” He unlocked his door and opened it. “Thanks for walking me home.”
“No problem.” Minho hesitated for a moment, looking like he wanted to say something further. Instead he nodded once, entering his own apartment and shutting the door softly. Taemin heard the lock click before entering his own apartment, barely able to hide the smile that appeared on his face as he got ready for bed.
Though Taemin was anticipating hours of discomfort the next day at the church, it was far calmer than he expected. The pastor was a young man with a warm smile. Taemin would have gladly seduced him at another time, but his focus was solely on capturing Minho’s affections in the far slower human manner.
They spent four hours at the church, working with a few other people that Taemin recognized from the bar, including Sungho, to clear out the basement for an upcoming charity sale. Taemin found himself relaxing as he worked, chatting with the humans and forgetting for periods of time that he was there for only one purpose. This was actually nice, he realized; and humans weren’t as boring or awful as his schooling in hell would have led him to believe.
After finishing at the church, Minho left, stating that he needed to help someone with some indistinct chore. Though Taemin was ready to offer his assistance, Sungho grabbed his shoulder. “You wanna come to the diner with us? Our treat. Welcoming you to town, and a thanks for helping us today.”
Taemin agreed easily, waving goodbye to Minho without a second thought until he’d already sat down at the table with the humans. He was here for Minho… Yet he was not only willing – but even happy – to socialize with humans that did not influence his job at all. It was nearly as unsettling as the field the day before had been. What was happening to him?
The answer to that question became clear as days turned to weeks, and weeks to months. Humanity, friendship, and a newfound understanding of mortal life – Taemin was experiencing a new side of existence, one he’d so long overlooked. He tried to keep his mission in mind, seduction, moving up the ranks, the power he would receive after sleeping with this angel, ruining him… But as the days passed, the assignment drifted further to the back of his thoughts until, after a few months, Taemin only thought of it late at night, when he wasn’t so tired from his work or hanging out with Minho, Jian, Sungho, or any of the other friends he’d made in the town that he went to sleep right away.
He hadn’t forgotten that he was a demon – nothing could make him lose that part of himself – but he no longer required his powers to live. He’d been spending money that he earned through the bar work, rather than conjuring it. The week prior, he and Sungho had gone shopping a town over, and he purchased some antique statues to put on shelves he’d bought and Minho had helped him set up. His kitchen remained stocked through shopping trips, and he often replenished drinks and food after nights with friends coming over to watch a human sport, play cards, or just to chat. As demonic as the blood was that ran through Taemin’s veins – he had never felt more human.
Minho was still a very present force in his life, but it was easier to see him as a human that Taemin was interested in, rather than an angel. That interest had changed as well, Taemin knew. While he started the assignment seeing Minho as a means to an end, an experiment, a tool, now he saw him as a friend. A dear friend that he wanted so desperately to be more. Not just sleeping with him either – though the thought of that sent a delightful thrill down Taemin’s belly, stirring up the butterflies that had taken up permanent residence there, it seemed. No, he wanted the dream he’d had his first night on earth. Holding hands, affection… Love.
But he knew he couldn’t. As human as he felt, he wasn’t one, and neither was Minho. A relationship like what Taemin craved would ruin Minho, and while that was, ultimately, Taemin’s original goal, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Part of him knew he’d failed in his mission. He should have gone back to hell the moment he realized, without a doubt, that he would never corrupt Minho in such a way. But going back to hell meant leaving the friends he’d made, his job, Minho. And that was almost worse than having to report his failure. So he stayed, promising just another week, another month, and then he’d go back.
Seven months after Taemin had stepped foot on earth, he and Minho were sharing a table at the bar, having a few drinks on a night that they weren’t working. Jian had recently hired a third bartender, giving Minho more days off, despite his unwillingness to take them at first.
“Will you sing tonight?” Minho asked, motioning to the stage where a couple of college age girls were crooning off key to some popular song. Taemin shook his head.
“Not tonight. Just wanna chat with you.”
“Just chat?”
Taemin’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” He asked after a moment when he was unable to process the implication. Minho smiled softly.
“It’s been seven months since we met.”
“Has it been so long?” Taemin smiled in return. “Feels a lot longer in a good way – and not that long at all.”
“I know. We had a pretty quick friendship, didn’t we? Especially for what we are.”
“What we are?”
Minho’s smile returned. He rested his chin on one hand. I know, Taemin. What you are. Where you’re from.”
Taemin’s heart clenched in a vise of panic. He smiled despite the sudden urge to run from the bar. “What are you talking about? You know where I lived last or something? Little creep. Stalking me?”
Minho’s patient smile remained. “Taemin. Drop the act. You’re a demon.”
Taemin pouted full force. “That’s not a very nice thing to say.”
Minho sighed. He waved the hand his chin wasn’t on, and the entire bar stilled.
Taemin whipped his head around, surprised at the rush of energy he felt. Every human sat frozen, mid-drink, laugh, even the beer being poured at the bar was locked in time.
“I thought you weren’t supposed to use your powers while you were on this sabbatical,” Taemin said softly. He looked back at Minho, his throat clenching. The burst of energy had revealed Minho’s truer form, beautiful wings emerging from his back, and a glowing pale blue aura that matched the natural color of his eyes. He smiled. “We’re not. But you were being stubborn.”
“I hoped you were joking.” Taemin sighed softly, disappointment creeping into his voice as he spoke. “When did you realize it?”
“The first time I saw you.”
“What?”
Minho shrugged. “I was informed that there might be demons out. Trying to make me break my vows. That it’s a special thing, an angel like me. I was taught what to look for. And when I smelled you in my apartment that night, it confirmed it.”
“Ah – I thought I covered my tracks better.”
“You did. But I was already on high alert.”
“Why didn’t ranks of your superiors come to throw me back into the pits of hell?”
Minho remained silent for a moment. “Because I didn’t tell them. I still haven’t.”
“What?” Taemin shouted, surprised. “Minho—You have to.”
“Says who? Demons roam among humanity constantly. How was I to know you were after me and not just out to corrupt humans? As an angel meant to learn how humans live, wouldn’t it make sense to study the demons who influence them?”
“But I was in your place.”
“You were.”
“And constantly around you.”
“You have been,” Minho agreed, his lips curling up into a smile.
“So… It’s pretty obvious what my intentions were.”
Minho leaned forward, cupping his chin in both hands this time. “What are your intentions then, Taemin?”
“To…” Taemin’s cheeks warmed. He looked away, shame eating a hole in his stomach. “To corrupt you. Make you fall.”
“And how is it that you do that?”
“You know how.”
“Mm. I do.” Minho leaned back in his seat again and took a sip of his drink. “I also know you’ve had more than enough time to do the job. You’re stalling. Why?”
“I’m not stalling,” Taemin mumbled. “I’m waiting for the right time. Plus, you already knew what I was supposed to do, you’d never let me succeed.”
“True. But you didn’t know that. So what’s been stopping you? You’re a sex demon, I can tell that much. But you haven’t used your powers. On me or anyone else, since you’ve been here.”
“I didn’t want you to smell it.”
“Fair. But after this long. Taemin… I have given you plenty of opportunities to try.”
Taemin swallowed hard. Minho wasn’t wrong. Especially in the past few months, lingering touches, glances, even a few close, slow dances – he had had more than enough time to steal a kiss, begin the seduction process properly. He hung his head.
“I can’t do it. I’m a failure, is that what you wanted to hear?” He snorted. “Spent years trying to work my way up the ranks, and at the last step I fell down. Because I let myself feel something for the one thing I couldn’t.” He shook his head, meeting Minho’s gentle gaze. “I’m sure that’s a story your superiors will love to hear. A demon who fell for an angel.”
“I’m sure they would, if I spoke to them still.”
“What do you mean?”
“When’s the last time you checked in with your superiors?”
“You know I can’t divulge that—”
“I don’t need details.” Minho sipped his drink again and waved his hand. His wings disappeared, his form shifting ever so slightly back into the human looks as the bar burst with life and energy once more. He sipped his drink. “Just a vague time.”
“About three months ago,” Taemin said.
“It’s been two months for me.”
Taemin scowled at him. “Why?”
Minho hesitated. He spun the now empty bottle in his hand, thumb picking at the label. “Finish your drink, then come take a walk with me. We’ll be able to talk better if we’re alone, I think.”
Taemin did as he was told, swallowing the last mouthful of his drink before rising. They tossed the bottles away and waved to Jian as they walked out into the cold night. Snow had begun falling months ago, and was now starting to melt away with the impending spring.
The two walked in silence for some time, heading in the vague direction of their apartment building, but taking a meandering path through the streets. Finally, Minho spoke.
“I haven’t spoken to them because I don’t want to go back.”
“To heaven? Why not?”
“How much do you know about it? Heaven?”
“Not much. Honestly, we don’t really care.” Taemin chuckled. “Angels love to think we’re trying to get some secrets or something. Take over heaven or ruin earth, I don’t know. Really we’re just… Doing our own thing. We know about you, and when rare things like this assignment come up, we know more, but… The details don’t matter.”
“Well, it sucks.” Minho said simply enough that Taemin stopped walking, his eyes widening. “You—But you’re an angel.”
“Yeah? And you’re a demon. How’s hell? Honestly.”
“Hot,” Taemin admitted, smiling sheepishly.
“Do you love it? Can you wait to get back there, go hang out with your demon buddies and torture souls?”
“That’s… Not true, we don’t… Actually do much torturing,” Taemin mumbled. “But I’m in no rush to get back, you’re right.”
“We’ll go back to the torture thing, but, right? It’s fine where we’re from, but here is so much richer. It’s not so black and white.”
“People don’t expect things from you just because you’re this or that,” Taemin agreed.
“Exactly. So yeah, compared to earth, heaven is boring. And I’m sure hell is too. I don’t want to stop my sabbatical yet, because I don’t want to go back up there. Same reason you haven’t told your superiors that your assignment failed. And why I don’t think you will any time soon.”
They reached their apartment building and Minho grabbed Taemin’s wrist. “And what’s more… I don’t think you’re used to feeling this way in hell. About someone else.”
Taemin looked down. Those now familiar butterflies scattered in his belly again. He nodded. “I know what it is. But we don’t… Really discuss or admit to it in hell.”
“It’s a nice feeling, isn’t it?”
“Once you get used to the butterflies, yeah.” Taemin looked up, letting his gaze linger a moment on Minho’s soft lips, curled up into a soft smile, before meeting his gaze.
“Come up to my apartment,” Minho offered. “We can talk some more. Better than standing in the cold.”
“Have you redecorated? Last time I was in there you had zero places to sit.”
Minho laughed softly. “Fair enough. I still really don’t. Yours then.”
Taemin nodded. They walked up in silence, stripping out of their winter damp clothes by the door before Minho entered the living room and settled onto the couch. Taemin lingered in the kitchen, instinctively beginning to pull out food before hesitating.
“I really have gone native,” he commenting.
“How so?”
“I was about to offer you food and drink.”
“I will take a drink, actually. Might not need it, but humanity got it right when they started making these consumable items.”
“Right?” Taemin laughed a bit. He grabbed two fruity drinks and a box of cookies before entering the living room. He sat down next to Minho. “Honestly, their idea of sweets and their use of sugar is the best thing I’ve experienced.”
Minho laughed and nodded. They sat in silence for a moment, sipping their drinks. It was Taemin that spoke first.
“So if you know what I am, and that I like you… What about you? I mean, we’re friends, I think, but I don’t know anything more. I can’t get a sense of what you feel. Can you feel anything? Do you?”
Minho cleared his throat. He picked at the label on the bottle in his hands, bottom lip moving slightly as he chewed the inside of it. “I do feel things for you. Things that my superiors would have my wings for. I didn’t mean to start liking you. I knew what you were, at first I kept you close just to make sure you didn’t hurt someone but… Then I realized you’re not a bad person. Or… Demon, I guess. And then I really started liking your friendship and that turned into something else. At first I worried I was being seduced by your magic, but I know you haven’t been using it.”
“Not for seven months, honestly,” Taemin admitted. “I knew it wouldn’t work on you, so I had to practice not using it. Then it just became easier to do things the human way.”
“And you made friends. Real human friends.”
“I did. Our friends are important to me. I know a big reason why I’m sticking around still is because of those friendships. So, you actually like me? Even though you know what I am?”
Minho nodded. “I do.”
“What do we do about it?” Taemin asked.
Minho sighed. “I don’t know. It’s a catch-22. As much as I don’t want to go back to heaven… I don’t want to fall.”
“And intimacy with a demon is grounds for falling.”
Minho nodded, his face twisted up in discomfort. “So I mean, we could date in the human sense – going out together for dinners and stuff like that but… Any real intimacy…”
“Would be off limits.”
“Yeah, for the most part. There are a few loopholes.”
“Like what?” Taemin tilted his head.
Minho smirked. “You’re the demon, you don’t know?”
“No, and I’m both offended that you think I should just because I’m a demon… And concerned and surprised that I don’t.” Taemin said, grinning as he spoke to let Minho know he was joking.
Minho leaned back on the couch, his smirk shifting into a more relaxed, albeit just as smug, grin. “Apparently, I learned… I can touch myself, even to the point of orgasm… Without falling. No matter who I’m thinking about.”
“Really? I thought good God-fearing people weren’t supposed to spill their seed.”
Minho shrugged. “Some of that book is… Wildly misinterpreted. Biologically, these bodies just… Ejaculate. It’s nobody’s doing, not a demon or an angel. It’s science. So pleasuring yourself isn’t some big sin. Now… What you think about does matter. I have a few feathers that have… Darkened in the past few months.”
Taemin leaned forward. “You’ve jerked off? Thinking about me?”
Minho squirmed, and Taemin watched his cheeks redden.
“Don’t try to lie, I can smell that you know. I’m a demon. How much?”
“You’re telling me you haven’t?” He mumbled.
“I have. More than a few times. But I’m a demon. It’s kinda my thing. What were you imagining?” He pressed.
Minho squirmed again, looking anywhere but at Taemin.
Taemin sighed. “Fine, keep it a secret. But I expect details at some point. So, okay, you can touch yourself.”
“And I can touch myself thinking of you. Which would imply that as long as you aren’t touching me sexually, we’d be okay.”
“I suppose that makes sense. So that gives us a few avenues.”
“And hanging out together obviously doesn’t do any damage. We’ve slow danced together before and it was fine too. I think that it’s limited to actual sexually intimate things.”
“What about… Kissing?” Taemin asked softly.
“I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to risk it. Since it is a more intimate thing.”
Taemin nodded. “I understand. So we could date, sort of.”
“It doesn’t feel fair to you.”
“You aren’t getting a much better side of the deal though, it’s not like it’d be easy for either one of us. I think we just need to decide if it’s worth it.”
“I stayed on earth for you. Partly for you, I mean. It’s worth it for me.”
Taemin smiled softly at that. “And I guess I stayed for you too, partly so… It’s worth it for me too.”
Minho set his bottle down and took Taemin’s, setting it on the coffee table. He took Taemin’s hands in his own, making the other meet his gaze. “I just have one thing that you need to promise me.”
“Of course.”
“You won’t use your powers. Those ones, you know. On anyone. If we date…”
“I won’t. I’ve been the most celibate sex demon in existence lately, I’m sure. I have no problem keeping it that way.”
Minho smiled at that, his entire face brightening. “I wish I could kiss you,” he whispered.
Taemin leaned forward, moving his head to the side and placing a kiss on Minho’s cheek. “There. It’s better than nothing, right?”
Minho closed his eyes and nodded. He placed a kiss on Taemin’s cheek as well. “So I think this means you deserve a real date from me, right?”
“I would think so. If we wanna do things like the humans do.”
“Next week, when we’re off work. We’ll go to the next town. There’s that restaurant Sungho mentioned he took Junhyung to. We should go there.”
Taemin nodded, grinning at the thought. “Yes. Good, that sounds like a great first date.”
“But until then… I should get back to my place,” Minho said softly.
“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow at work?”
“Of course.” Minho finished off his drink and rose. Taemin followed, walking with him to the door.
“I’m glad we talked. But you could have told me earlier you knew what I was. I wouldn’t have fought so hard to hide it.”
Minho smirked. “What would the fun be then?”
“You’re conniving for an angel.”
Minho’s grin grew wider. He leaned closer to Taemin, their noses nearly brushing. “You have no idea.” With that he walked out, leaving Taemin gaping at the spot he vacated. He heard Minho’s door close before he snapped out of it, laughing softly in surprise.
Dating an angel was surprisingly easy, at least for the first few months. They went out on dates at least weekly – sometimes doubling with the other couples in their friend group, sometimes alone. They maintained a polite distance at work, despite Jian’s constant teasing about their affectionate looks across the bar, and Taemin’s sudden uptick in love songs during performances.
But as spring turned to summer and the weather warmed, so did their needs. Taemin found himself having to actively resist kissing Minho far more often than usual, and even Minho’s touches became more lingering and heavier with implication than they had before. Once they’d attempted to stay in the same room while masturbating, testing the theory that it was only touches from Taemin that would corrupt Minho, but both realized it was far too much temptation to cross the room and help each other that they never tried it again.
Even sexting was off the table, as their proximity in living spaces was just too risky. They prided themselves on their ability to keep calm heads regarding intimacy, but it was a visible struggle on both sides.
The two went out on the one-year anniversary of the day that they met, going into the next town for dinner and a concert that they were both interested in. As the night passed, that ache in Taemin’s chest seemed to grow so much larger. He desperately wanted Minho in every way, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to resist. But he knew why Minho was reluctant, and he respected that.
When the two arrived back at their apartment building, Minho lingered by his door.
“Wanna come in for a while?” Taemin offered.
“I do,” Minho whispered, but made no move to approach. Taemin waited, smiling gently. He pushed his door opened, beckoning Minho forward. Minho hesitated further. He wet his lips, looking down at the ground a moment.
“What’s the matter?” Taemin asked. He reached out, touching Minho’s cheek. Minho leaned into the touch, closing his eyes. He set his hand over Taemin’s, lacing their fingers together. The familiar tingle of his magic ignited the nerves down Taemin’s arm, drawing goosebumps to his flesh as his own magic rushed back toward Minho; a gentle intimacy that they were allowed despite their forced distance.
Minho opened his eyes suddenly, his pupils wide and dark. He went forward suddenly, pushing Taemin into the apartment as he did. The door slammed behind him as he turned them, pressing Taemin to the wall with his body.
Taemin gasped as the air was knocked from his lungs. “Minho—”
“I can’t do this anymore,” Minho whispered, leaning closer to him. Taemin gasped again, realizing what he was about to do. He braced his hands against Minho’s shoulders and shoved, using just enough of his powers to force the angel backwards.
“We can’t.”
Minho gritted his teeth, baring them for a second. “Please, Taemin – I know you want it to.”
“I do.” Taemin said softly. He relaxed, stepping forward and setting his hands on Minho’s broad shoulders. “I do, you know I do. Take your shoes off, I’ll get us something to drink, and we can talk. I think it’s time for us to do that anyways.”
Minho nodded, closing his eyes. He took a second to compose himself before leaning down to remove his shoes. Taemin stepped back, doing the same before heading into the kitchen. He heard Minho shuffling through the apartment, and the soft whoosh of the couch as he sat. Taemin tried to keep his actions slow and even, not wanting to rush back into the room. He wanted to give Minho a second to gather himself, recover from what had nearly happened, before they approached it. Things could only go one of two ways tonight, Taemin figured, and he wasn’t sure which would make Minho the happiest.
He settled onto the couch next to Minho, remaining quiet as he set two glasses of wine in front of them. Minho was leaning forward, his eyes closed and his hands clasped into a fist over his mouth, as if he were praying.
Taemin leaned back, folding one leg under him and raising the other onto the couch. He clasped his hands around his knee, watching Minho patiently.
After what felt like hours, Minho sighed heavily and opened his eyes. He looked at Taemin, his expression stoic.
“I poured the wine you like,” Taemin said carefully.
“Thank you.” Minho took a sip, staring into the dark red liquid.
“Were you praying?” Taemin asked.
“Yes.”
Taemin nodded. He brought his leg down, crossing them and leaning forward. “Did your God offer any advice?”
“No. He’s been quiet for quite some time. I think they’ve given up on me up there by now.”
“That doesn’t sound much like the religion I know of.”
Minho smiled briefly. “No, it doesn’t, but… It feels that way. I understand now why humans can be so easily swayed away from it. His silence is… Unnerving.”
“If you had kissed me tonight, Minho… You would have fallen.”
“I know.”
“There’s no coming back from that.”
Minho nodded. “I know,” he said again. “You pushed me away.”
“Not because I don’t want to kiss you,” Taemin assured him. He smiled when Minho looked over at him. He shrugged. “I pushed you away because you didn’t look like you were thinking right. I wanted us to talk before we made a decision like that one, so we both knew we were… Ready.”
Minho chuckled. “Ready. As if we’re school age humans instead of centuries old celestial beings.”
Taemin laughed once and nodded. “In a way we are. When it comes to this sort of thing, right?” “I suppose.”
“If you fall… You’ll never be able to go home. Four months ago, you weren’t ready to accept that. What’s changed?”
“Do you still consider hell your home, Taemin?” Minho asked instead of answering the question. “I—I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.”
“Please do. I’ll wait… This is important. When you sit and think about what home is to you, what it means, how it feels, how you feel about it. Where is home for you right now?”
Taemin remained quiet as he mulled over Minho’s question. It was a valid question, and his gut told him an answer he wasn’t sure he was comfortable with. But the longer he considered it, the more he realized it was indeed the correct answer.
“No,” he finally whispered, shame coloring his cheeks a deep red.
“No?”
“No, you’re right. Hell isn’t my home anymore. It hasn’t been for a while, I don’t think.”
Minho nodded. “I thought so. Where is?”
“Right here.” Taemin said. This apartment, maybe. Earth. My friends, you. My job… I’m happy here, where I am.”
“If someone told you that you’d never be able to go back to hell…. You’d lose your connection to it. What would you say?”
“I’d be a little sad but… Right now the thought of going back there makes me nervous. I don’t want to face them, the demons I mean. Not because they’ll be upset. They will, but I’ve handled demonic wrath before. I don’t want to hear them tell me I’m wrong to enjoy this life.”
Minho smiled softly. “You answered your question. What changed from when we started dating. My fear about not being able to go home. I realized I am home. And if I have to fall to be happy with you, then I’m ready to accept that.”
“But falling won’t just mean leaving heaven… You’ll become a fallen angel. You’ll be a destined for hell if you ever want to leave earth.”
“Good thing I know someone from there. And I heard that he’s about to get a pretty big promotion too.”
Taemin’s heart skipped a beat. “We don’t have to.”
“No, we don’t. You’d never force me to. But I want to. If you do.”
He laughed. “Of course I do. God, I want to so badly.”
Minho grabbed Taemin’s wine and set it on the table. He leaned forward. “Then what’s stopping you?” He murmured.
“Just one thing,” Taemin whispered, setting one hand on the side of Minho’s neck, the other on his shoulder.
“What’s that?”
Taemin smiled softly, their lips nearly touching. He pulled back, laughing when Minho nearly fell into his lap. “We need to move to the bedroom.”
“Why?” Minho asked breathlessly.
“Because I have wanted to take you apart for months, angel. I’m not going to stop once we start, especially not for something as simple as a location change.”
He stood up quickly and grabbed Minho’s hand, nearly dragging him toward his bedroom. Minho laughed brightly, rushing to follow. When they hit the bedroom, Taemin felt strong arms wrap around his middle, and Minho’s lips hit the back of his neck, pressing kisses along to the side of it. “I’ve never been in your bedroom before,” he murmured between kisses. “That bed looks so soft.”
“It’s amazing,” Taemin agreed. He pulled from Minho’s grip and threw the covers back, turning and stripping out of his shirt.
“Let me.” Minho stepped up, pushing his hands away and beginning to undo the buttons. Their foreheads pressed together, and Taemin could feel Minho shaking. He set his hands lightly on his wrists.
“We don’t have to do this right now. Even though we decided, we can take our time.”
“That’s not why I’m shaking,” Minho admitted.
“Then why?”
“Because it’s taking every ounce of my power not to just rip this shirt off you and steal our first kiss this very second.”
Taemin laughed softly at that. “Rip away. I don’t mind.”
Minho groaned. He gripped the fabric and tugged. They both laughed when the buttons popped off easily, and Minho shoved the shirt down past Taemin’s shoulders. He yanked at the button on his pants while Taemin treated his clothes with the same aggression, tearing the shirt open and sliding his hands over Minho’s broad, bare chest. The stepped apart to finish undressing, both climbing into bed and immediately grabbing ahold of one another, drawn by invisible magnets.
“Are you sure?” Taemin asked one final time, brushing his nose over Minho’s.
“Yes.”
Their lips met with a surprising gentleness, and Taemin felt a bright spark. Minho’s magic, he was sure. It increased quickly in aggression and intensity, their bodies reacting to the touch of their mouths. Taemin rolled them over, straddling Minho’s hips and gently grinding their hardening cocks together. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into Minho’s mouth. Minho’s fingers tangled in his shaggy hair, a soft moan slipping from his lips.
They kissed until Taemin’s lips were numb and his body ached desperately for more. He pulled back, leaning up and splaying his fingers over Minho’s chest.
“Do you want me to use my magic to get ready for you? Or the human way?”
Minho’s eyes fluttered shut. He wet his kiss swollen lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing rapidly. “I’d say human - but I don’t think I can wait,” he admitted. Taemin smirked. He slid his hands down Minho’s chest slowly, curling his fingers to let his short nails scrape the skin as he did.
“I’m so glad you said that,” he admitted. “But you still need some lube.” He leaned forward, ghosting his mouth over Minho’s as he dug in the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lubricant. He dropped it onto the bed before moving down his body, folding his own body over to kiss along his chest and stomach.
Minho’s cock was thick, curving ever so slightly upward, a perfect example of male anatomy. Taemin lifted it, running his tongue along the underside before wrapping his lips around the tip. Minho shouted, covering his mouth with his hands.
Taemin pulled back, stroking gently. “Go ahead and make noise. My room is soundproof. That was a necessity for me when I moved in.” He sank back down on Minho’s cock, easily taking it into his throat with minimal effort. Minho moaned openly, burying his fingers in Taemin’s hair and thrusting up toward his face.
He swore softly when Taemin pulled back, licking his lips. Taemin grinned. “Don’t wanna get you too worked up.” He teased.
“As if I wouldn’t be able to come more than once,” Minho complained.
“Oh… Well it’s funny that you think I’m going to just make you come once tonight.” He moved back up to sit on Minho’s hips again, gently sliding his ass along his spit slicked cock. “Did you forget you’re about to fuck a sex demon? I can go all night, angel.”
He grabbed the lube and opened it, leaning forward and catching Minho’s mouth in a kiss as he reached back to slick his hole up. Minho’s hand caught his wrist.
“Let me,” Minho murmured against his lips. He scraped the lube from Taemin’s fingers with his own, bringing them to his ass.
Taemin gasped when Minho slipped two fingers in. Even with his own magical preparation, he hadn’t been expecting the thickness of Minho’s digits, or the graceful finesse he used to spread the lube inside him. His cock twitched between their bellies, and Taemin moaned softly, feeling Minho smirk.
“You gonna fuck me, angel?” Taemin teased, beginning to grind against Minho’s fingers. “Make those dirty dreams come true?”
“Taemin—“ Minho gritted through his teeth.
“Oh, we both know it’s true,” Taemin whispered. He whined when Minho pulled his fingers out, but relaxed at the sound of the lube bottle again, and the wet sound of Minho stroking his own cock. “You’ve dreamed of it, haven’t you? Fucking me, making me moan. Taking me just like this I bet. Have you woken up covered in come from a dream, Minho? Or do you just wake up with an aching cock, desperately wishing you could come over and sink into my ass like you want to?”
Minho growled. He grabbed Taemin’s head with his free hand and dragged him into a rough kiss that made Taemin giggle. The energy in the room was positively electric, and his body was drinking it in eagerly. He felt the blunt tip of Minho’s cock nudge against his hole, and pushed toward it.
“That’s it,” he whispered against Minho’s lips, “take me. Make us feel so good.”
Minho pushed his hips up, guiding his cock into Taemin for the first time. Taemin lowered his body at the same time, sinking onto it with a gasp.
He pulled back as soon as Minho was nestled inside him and sank down again, throwing his head back in a delighted moan.
Minho cried out as Taemin began to ride him, his grip tight on Taemin’s hips.
Taemin leaned down, kissing him gently. “Is it good?” He panted.
Minho moaned, grabbing Taemin’s ass with one hand. He wrapped the other around his shoulders, dragging him into another deep kiss. “Amazing,” he panted against his lips. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Taemin giggled. “It’s cute when angels swear. Do it again.”
Minho smirked. He leaned up, nipping his earlobe. “I wanna fuck you so hard you scream,” he whispered.
Taemin shivered. “That’s sinful, angel. Do it.” He pulled off Minho suddenly, his body aching at the loss. He moved to the side and laid on his back, stuffing a pillow under his hips. It only took Minho a second to catch up. He rolled over and pushed Taemin’s legs open before bringing them up to his shoulders. Lining up his cock, he sank to the root, tilting his head back as he moaned Taemin’s name.
Taemin shouted happily, his back arching as Minho began to thrust, hard enough that it would have hurt a human. It was exactly what Taemin craved. He screamed happily, holding onto Minho’s arms as his body was forced open again and again on the thick cock.
“Yes! More! Oh fuck, it’s perfect!” He sobbed. “Keep going, I’m so close, oh!”
He clenched around Minho’s shaft as his cock throbbed, semen spurting onto his belly and chest.
Minho moaned, thrusting harder into him. The rough strokes against his prostate drew his orgasm out, milking his body until his stomach ached.
They kissed again, and Minho grabbed his shoulders, dragging him down against his cock even as he thrust into him.
“I’m gonna come,” he gasped. “Oh God, Taemin—“
“Come for me,” Taemin whispered. “Give it all to me.”
Minho moaned low in his throat. He continued to rut into Taemin, stealing his moans with soft gasps. His cock throbbed deep inside Taemin, and a delightful bloom of energy filled his body, a sure sign that Minho was spilling inside him. He closed his eyes, gasping and sighing as it washed over him, dragging him to a second orgasm with the intensity of it.
Minho whined softly, shuddering. “I can’t—“ He whispered as his cock throbbed once more. Taemin dropped his legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist as a second orgasm washed over Minho, immediately following his first. Minho shouted brokenly, overstimulated. Taemin milked his cock, stroking his back and ass as purple sparks bloomed behind his closed lids. The energy shifted around them, the sweet purity of Minho’s light fading, darkening into a rich, deep velvety feeling. He was falling. He was falling fast and hard and every drop of his release was pushing him further, held securely in Taemin’s arms.
Taemin rolled them over and gently pulled off Minho’s softening cock, giggling at the rush of come that dribbled down his thighs. He moved forward, gently rubbing his cock over Minho’s lips.
“Open.”
Minho obeyed, his eyes rolling up to look at Taemin as he took his cock into his mouth. Taemin caressed his cheek, gently thrusting into his warm mouth. “Swallow when I come,” he said, his voice soft but demanding. Minho nodded as well as he could, hollowing his cheeks and sucking. He swirled his tongue around Taemin’s cock; delightfully talented at this despite Taemin knowing he likely wasn’t experienced. He sighed happily as his orgasm neared, burying his fingers in Minho’s hair. “Deeper.”
Minho lifted his head, letting Taemin push deeper, until the tip of his cock bumped his throat. Taemin shivered, moaning. “Perfect, take it… Doing so good,” he murmured. He began to move quicker, nudging Minho’s throat on each thrust. Minho moaned, his throat clicking as he struggled to stave off his gag reflex. Taemin whined softly.
“Here, Minho - Oh fuck, swallow it for me.”
He thrust twice more and stilled, shivering as his cock spurted into Minho’s awaiting mouth. He gulped quickly, his eyes slipping shut. He reached around, sliding two fingers easily into Taemin’s hole. He fingered him hard as Taemin groaned.
“That’s it,” he whispered, pulling his cock free. He squeezed himself, working one last dribble out and onto Minho’s lips. Before Minho could lick it up, he leaned down, kissing him hard and driving his tongue into Minho’s mouth. They shared his come as they kissed, their bodies sticking together with sweat and semen.
Taemin pulled away and rolled off Minho, flopping next to him on the bed. He reached down, finding Minho’s hand and lacing their fingers together as they laid in the suddenly oppressive silence of the room.
“Wow,” Minho whispered, breaking the silence first. Taemin’s breath escaped in a rush; he hadn’t realized he’d been holding it. “You okay?” Minho asked.
“I’m great, I was about to ask you the same thing.”
Minho drew in a deep breath. “I’m sore. And I definitely… Feel different. Magic wise. But I’m okay. I’m good.” They looked one another in the low light.
“We should shower,” Taemin said. “Then we can talk.”
Minho nodded. The two rose quietly and made their way to Taemin’s bathroom, stepping into the shower. Though it wasn’t a necessity; he could have easily cleaned them up with his power, it gave him – and Minho – some time to process what they’d just done. Thankfully, if Minho’s gentle touches were any indication, he didn’t regret it.
The two stood under the hot water for a while after they cleaned one another, Taemin’s face buried in Minho’s neck as they embraced.
“I’ve fallen,” Minho whispered.
“You did. I’m right here thought. I won’t let you be alone in this. I don’t know a lot of fallen angels… But I know their powers are similar to a demon’s. I’ll help you learn, if you get confused or don’t know what to do.”
“I know you will. I’m not upset.”
Taemin pulled back, meeting Minho’s gaze. “You’re not?”
“No. It’s overwhelming. I feel so different… Free, somehow. But not bad. I’m happy, actually. What we did was amazing, and I never would have been able to experience that if I wasn’t willing to take that leap.”
Taemin smiled softly. He kissed Minho’s mouth gently, sighing. “I’ll never get sick of doing that.”
“Me neither. Hey… You completed your assignment. Doesn’t that mean you get to move up in your rank now?”
Taemin nodded after a moment. “I do. When I go back. If. If I go back.”
“You aren’t planning to?”
“Not any time soon. I meant it when I said I was happy here, this was home. Unless you want to go see what hell looks like, I… Don’t think I’ll go back any time soon.”
“I’m perfectly fine waiting until these bodies waste away to go visit. I’d like to experience growing old like a human.”
“Yeah?” Taemin grinned brightly. “With me?”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
They stepped out of the shower and went back to the bedroom. Taemin dressed first, slipping out of the main door to Minho’s apartment. He grabbed a pair of sweats for him, knowing none of his would fit Minho. When he returned, Minho was standing in the bedroom, his wings out on display. Instead of the bright white that Taemin was used to seeing, they were now a rich, velvety black, intermixed with purplish hued ones.
“I’m beautiful,” Minho said, turning to face him. His eyes had changed as well; instead of a vibrant, sky blue, they were now dark brown, tinged with red. They were similar to Taemin’s, but just a bit lighter, a sign of his fading purity.
“You are,” Taemin agreed. He stepped up, stroking one of Minho’s wings. “This looks lovely.”
“Thank you. I wanted to see… If I’d like it. I do.”
“They suit you.” He handed Minho his sweats, looking around the messy bedroom. “Why don’t you try out your powers. See if you can clean up the bedroom. A good practice.”
Minho nodded once. He chewed his bottom lip, and Taemin could tell he was trying to figure out how to draw from the new power budding deep inside him. He went around behind him, wrapping his arms around his middle.
“Relax,” he whispered. “This power is different. It’s a part of you. Just let it come out, you know what you want done.”
Minho took a deep breath and released it, nodding once. He raised his hand and flicked his wrist. With a rush of energy, the bedroom shifted. Taemin laughed softly when he realized what Minho had done. He succeeded, mostly; the sheets were clean and the piles of ripped clothes were gone. Except, instead of the sleek black silk that normally adorned Taemin’s bed, it was now the same baby blues and soft white cottons of Minho’s room.
Minho made a small noise. “Sorry. I can fix it…”
“No.” Taemin pushed his hand down. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind, really.” He went around and kissed Minho’s mouth. “If we’re going to end up living together at some point, we’ll need to figure out how to make our design ideas work anyways so. This is good practice. Come to bed with me.”
The two curled up together under the blankets, their arms and legs twisted together as one. Minho sighed after a few minutes of silence. “I can’t fall sleep.”
“Is something wrong?”
“No, not really. I can feel the last bits of my angelic purity. Deep down, they’re fading but holding on. It’s like I can feel the angels I left. I know they know what happened, we can feel it when one of ours dies or changes like this. I know they’re crying over it, even though I’ve been away so long.”
“Are you upset?”
“No. I’m sad that they don’t understand it. That they’re shedding their tears when they don’t have to. They can’t understand how happy I am. How this… This loss gave me paradise in so many ways. But I still don’t regret it. I don’t think I ever will.”
“Hopefully they’ll understand someday,” Taemin said, holding Minho’s hand over his chest. “We’ll just need to work on it here, showing our paradise, how nice it can be. Why tears don’t need to be shed.”
Minho nodded in silent agreement. Their lips met once more, and Taemin felt that blossom of energy deep inside him. It was a unique feeling – so different from the butterflies he felt, or Minho’s purity. This was something entirely new, a dizzying sensation that he couldn’t wait to explore hand in hand with his fallen angel.
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⚝onew
quietly attentive. he doesn't often tell you how much he loves you, but you can see it through his actions. NEVER lets you pay for dinner. he's always sneaky about it, but even if you put your card down, he subtly exchanges your card with his so you don't have to pay a single cent. he's always interested in what you're doing! even if you're just reading a book on the couch or doing your makeup, he's watching attentively and asking questions. he loves to listen to you talk about your day. as soon as you come home from work or from a day out with friends or family, he's asking you how your day went, what you did, if you had a good time, etc. he wants the details, too. so don't leave anything out! he just loves spending time with you. you could be doing the most mundane tasks, and he'd be looking at you with the most loving face. seriously, you could just be like, cleaning the fridge and he'd be staring at you like 🥹 overall, jinki is the most attentive and loving boyfriend you could ask for<3
⚝jonghyun
very loud about his love for you! words of affirmation are 100% how he shows his love in your relationship. you could have just woken up, crust in the corners of your eyes, your hair a mess, stinky morning breath, and creases on your face from laying on the pillow, and he'd just be like "you're so pretty :3" like, omfg. he loooves showing you off, but still likes to keep your relationship private. it's very conflicting for him. he loves taking you to dinner with his family! he loves to watch you talk with his mom while making food and drinking wine. i think he'd like to let you lead the way in the relationship, just so he knows that you two are always doing things that you love and are comfortable with. but!! if you don't feel like making the decisions and just want him to take you out and make the decisions, he's more than happy to do so! he just wants you to be happy :))) overall, jjong wants you to feel as happy, loved, and comfortable as possible in the relationship! (literally my dream man 😔✊️)
⚝key
kibum loooves going out and showing you off !! but unlike jonghyun, he doesn't gaf about keeping your relationship private- he wants everyone to know that you're his and he's yours! will spoil you to no end! you two could just be walking down the street, and you'd point out a cute skirt or something in a store window, and he'd immediately walk in to buy it for you. he treats valentines day like the most important day of the year. he'll pull out all the stops- breakfast in bed, gives you little presents throughout that day, takes you out for a FANCY dinner (probably reserved the whole restaurant for a few hours just so you two would be the only ones there), he even picks out your outfit and jewelry for the day so you two can match. speaking of which!! he loooves wearing matching outfits! not in a tacky, literally wearing the exact same clothes kind of way- but a "classy" matching. like, wearing the same color scheme. just something subtle as another way to show the world that you two are together. in conclusion: kibum is quite literally obsessed with you, and he wants EVERYONE to know it.
⚝minho
immediately obsessed with you from the beginning of the relationship! he is the single most husband-material man in the world, idc. will make you breakfast in bed as often as he can! even if you guys don't live together, he'll literally doordash a breakfast burrito or smth to your house just so he's sure you eat something in the morning. probably starts looking for rings just a few months into the relationship- but he won't tell you that bc he doesn't wanna freak you out. he's so sure that you're THE ONE, though. acts of service is 100% his love language. he just likes doing the little things for you! whether it's hanging up your jacket when you come home from work, washing the dishes, or learning how to make your favorite food, he's more than happy to do it! probably learns how to braid your hair! idk, i just feel like that's something he'd do. like, he'd wanna learn how to braid your hair so it's out of your face while you're sleeping</3. he loves talking about your future together! marriage, kids, retirement, all of it! he just loves to imagine your life together<3. minho is the guy that's in it for the long haul- he's the one you know you're gonna grow old with.
⚝taemin
he's a little weird!! but you love him, so it's okay!! just has the oddest little ways to show his love for you. like, i feel like he bites?? not hard, it's really more like, mouthing?? like, you guys will just be sitting on the couch watching tv, and he'll just gently bite your shoulder. and he'll stay there for a while, just like, holding your skin with his teeth. he likes to send you songs that remind him of you, but sometimes they're just so?????? like, he'll send you a song and be like "this came on shuffle and reminded me of you :3" and you're just sitting there confused like, bro this is literally "fireball" by pitbull??? silly stuff aside, i feel like he'd like to let you plan things!! not bc he doesn't want to- he just likes to let you take charge! you two will be deciding on where to go for dinner, and you'll be like "let's go here!" and he'll just be like, "okay :3" no arguing at all, he'll just go along with whatever you say! but he still likes to take care of you! like, he'll do little things like, zipping up your jacket, or holding the car door open for you, or bringing the blankets up to your chin while you're in bed so you don't get cold :((( also, kind of like the random biting thing, i feel like he just likes to hold you. like, you'll be standing at the stove cooking dinner, and he'll come up behind you and hug you TIGHT. like, you can barely breathe, but you know he just loves you so much, so let him squeeze the air out of you <3. taemin is the type of boyfriend that wants to be romantic, but he's just not really sure how! you two have your own way of going about things, and that makes you happy :)
a/n no.2: i went a little overboard with taemin, but i had a lot to say about that funky guy!! if you liked this, a like and reblog would be highly appreciated!! i love u guys. thanks for reading<333
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i am beyond ✨delulu✨ for this man
“Y/N! Baby! Love of my life! Y/N!”
Taemin’s longing calls filled the whole apartment.
It had been a lazy day for both of you; you had not even bothered to leave the bed.
“I’m coming!”, you screamed back, hoping he’d hear you in the other room.
You smiled to yourself as you applied the vanilla-scented lotion all over your body, taking your time to pamper yourself some more. You deeply inhaled the scent and reveled in the feelings it gave you. Safety, comfort, and love, just like Taemin did.
The look in the mirror confirmed it beautifully – you were glowing, radiating with love and happiness like never before.
“Y/N!”
You shook your head laughing and put on a silky robe, making your way over to your bratty boyfriend.
It was dark as the sun had already set but the golden fairy lights he had put up in the whole apartment guided you on your way to him.
Taemin sat on the leather couch, eagerly waiting for you. He wasn’t wearing anything but grey sweats, showing off his upper body deliciously.
His eyes glowed as brightly as the fairy lights as he finally saw you.
“Y/N!”, he smiled happily.
You walked over to him with the biggest smile on your lips, eternally grateful to be loved like that.
Taemin’s eyes didn’t leave you as you walked over to him, quite the opposite actually. He was looking you up and down, gracefully admiring what was his.
You sat down on his lap and brushed away his dark, long hair, exposing his beautiful features even more.
“Why did you call me?”, you whispered innocently.
His hands roamed your body cautiously, treating your delicate skin like marble. Soon after, they landed forcefully on your ass, squeezing, and pulling you closer to him.
“I just missed you too much.”, he answered truthfully.
“We spent the whole day fucking and you still miss me?”, you laughed out loud.
“Technically, it wasn’t the whole day”, he whispered while looking into your eyes deeply. “Let’s make it that though.”
You placed a soft kiss on his plush lips while mumbling.
“You’re insatiable, Lee Taemin.”
Taemin broke the kiss and looked at you, hands at your sides squeezing.
“How could I not be when it’s you, y/n?”
Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, once again, you were falling for him.
Your lips crashed onto each other, hungrily longing for more.
Wandering hands, grazing teeth, soft lips, and dirty kisses – Taemin loved you in the same way he performed his music: artistically and eclectically.
You were grinding on him, feeling the hard bulge against your throbbing core.
His hands wandered to the front of your robe, untying the knot, and slipping it off your shoulders.
“That’s a very pretty gown, baby. But it looks better on the floor if you ask me.”
You chuckled as you slid it off entirely, exposing your nude body to him.
His eyes widened once more, admiring every single inch of you. Even though he had seen you naked millions of times, he was still taken aback by it. He never made you feel ordinary or taken for granted, no, he made you feel like a precious gem, like something you would die for.
“I was right. You look way better without it.”, he mused.
He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder.
“Taste so good”, he mumbled against your skin.
He buried his head into your neck and inhaled your scent.
“Smell so good”, he muttered quietly.
Taemin loved praising you, whereas you loved the feeling of being praised. His worship got to your head, turning you into a throbbing mess.
“Taemin”, you whined as you circled your hips once more.
“What is it? Is my baby needy?”
You cried out in frustration, needing him right this instant.
His eyes wandered to his crotch, smirking while doing so. The area was dark grey, proof of how needy you truly were.
He shook his head in fake disapproval and looked at you once more.
“So needy for me, huh? Leaking on my sweatpants like that?”
Your cheeks turned rosy, slightly embarrassed by your actions.
“Adorable”, he muttered under his breath as he saw you get shy and look down.
“You really need me that badly, huh?”
You nodded again. With a swift motion he got up from the couch while still holding you, walking towards the bedroom once more.
“Can’t say no to that, can I?”
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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,
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your taemin as ur bf posts are sooo so good thank u for ur service ㅠㅠ
taemin as ur boyfriend pt. 3 <3
how could i resist? if you guys want any more "as ur boyfriend" posts just send a <name> as your boyfriend (ill only do hybe boy groups, sm boy groups, and skz. (ex: jimin as ur boyfriend please) <3)
he loves anniversaries
and god hes such a whore for those nice dinners out on yachts or at fancy restaurants he loves them so much he just cant resist
when you hit one month you practically had to beg him not to do something extra
but now that youre around the two year mark you knew hed do something big and extra
i mean lets be honest on your first anniversary he took you to santa monica pier and then bali since he just is that extra, two completely different places but he wanted you to know how much he cared so he took you there
taemins so devoted to making you feel loved that he just has to get you something and spend every second with you when he gets home from his busy ass schedule for a few days
he always tells you how hes going to marry you one day and hes so glad you met his parents
even though that was an emotional rollercoaster for you
he tries his very hardest to get you to come to every event possible despite the crazy number of sasaengs and cameras following him
even jongin thinks its unsafe for you after a point
but despite it, taemin will still facetime and text you at every chance he gets
youre second only to kkoong because he needs to make sure his precious baby is having fun too
you practically have to commit half your time to her as well because if kkoong isnt happy taemin isnt either
and a sad taemin is the last thing youd ever want
especially after all of his nice gestures to you like signing every new album
you tell him every time that he doesnt need to because you have him right in front of you but he tells you it makes him feel more loved when he gets to sign an album for his favorite person in the whole world
you swear you could ask him to buy you a country and hed do everything in his power to get it for you
even get you into sm if you asked for it
but you never would because youd rather work your own life and not have to deal with the shenanigans taemin would pull when you were at work with him
he cant keep his hands off. ever.
but, you love him anyway.
this one was kinda short sorry! :[ ill bring more good stuff next time
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sub!Taemin vs Pet Play
will say he's not interested at first
you'll be confused bc he was he one who brought it up in the first place
so yeah, he was definitely interested
especially bc every time yous get intimate, you call him "kitten" and he LOVES it
so he definitely wanted to try more than that
so one day you come home with a gift and he's all excited bc hey its a gift
he opens it up, gasping when he sees a dark blue collar
he's slow, bless his heart. "are we getting another pet?!"
no
"Wait... it's for me?"
yes
He then notices that his name is on the collar, and he blushes red. "...why?"
you tell him you think he'd look cute with it on, and so he curiously asks you to put it on him
fuck he really likes it
he can't even see what it looks like on him, but just the feeling of it is making him go wild
you even tug at it a bit with a smirk, making him whine
"How about you look at it in the mirror?"
he's running
yeah, he likes it
he stares at his reflection for a bit, gulping deeply. Fuck. He likes it a lot
"how does that make you feel, kitten?"
yeah he's hard as a rock
after that, it escalates
cat ears. he'll wear those if you buy him a pair. And don't get me started on a tail butt plug
A tail attached by the waist is a no, but shove it up his ass and he's happy
breeding kink
big breeding kink
sometimes he wants to fuck you, breed you, like a good kitty
other times he wants to be bred by your dick/ejaculating dildo
he doesn't really care, as long as he gets one or the other
he's a brat too, so put him in a cage when he won't shut the fuck up
make it nice and pretty though
humiliate him too
"wow, you're rubbing against my foot like a little bitch in heat"
yes do that
and when you're all done and satisfied, make sure to give him good aftercare
he loves a bath and a snack after. And ofc cuddles too
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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.”
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LEE TAEMIN BF HEADCANONS
always wanted to know what lee taemin is like as a boyfriend? your questions have been answered…
includes nsfw content‼️
*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*
FLUFF:
likes waking you up early
for no reason too he's just your alarm clock cuz he’s loud as hell in the morning
clashing shit around n bein loud
he takes longer than you to get ready
you are ready to leave in sweatpants and he’s got a full outfit on and you’re like come the fuck on
wants to buy you expensive things so you two can be the stylish couple instead of the trashman and the hot guy
you like being the trashman tho so it’s ok
swings your hand that he’s holding while u two are walking n starts skipping n shit cuz he thinks it’s cute while you’re like :| what
ties your shoes, buttons up your coat, puts on your scarf, etc. loves taking care of you
loves laying his head on yours when yall are on the bus or train
he also likes sharing earbuds with u!! he just does it to be physically closer to u tho lol
writes gross poems out in the notes app in his phone for you and they physically make you ill because of how cheesy they are
*some odd interpretative dance in the middle of the street* “this represents my love for you”
you: 🧍 “take it back pls”
u both are just very chaotic
copies people that he sees on the street bc life imitates art
tries to say profound things but they end up coming out sounding like tongue twister
sends up just telling a story from ten years ago that you’ve already heard before
but you’d never tell him that
likes to take the scenic route even though it’s far longer because he loves taking photos
speaking of which, he has more than 10k photos in his camera roll, half of them being of the sky and the other half being memes from twitter
is a big fan of trashy reality tv—sometimes more than you
i hc him as a huge love island fan
he likes ordering you both large coffees from starbucks and sitting down on the couch and gossip about the love island contestants
always somehow roots for the couple that gets eliminated the fastest
is very passionate about voting on reality television shows
tries to imitate their accents (he is convinced he could be Australian)
also is someone who yells at the tv, but also stops it every five seconds to talk about what’s going on in depth bc no one else would understand
loves doing karaoke so u guys have karaoke nights
he buys the goddamn microphones too
he just loves doing the things he loves the most with you
as long as he’s with you :)
SMUT:
loves touching u more than anything else
loves getting on his knees to look up at you while you run ur fingers through his hair
loves loves loves praising u but only if u reciprocate it back
just very very sensual and does everything slow just to take it in
french kissing/??!?!?!?!?
yeah
puts your hands everywhere on him
rlly likes handjobs???
he just wants ur hands on him
he loves getting off on the thought of u
loves when u sit on him facing each other just bc he wants to see ur pretty face as u get off on him
mutual masturbation!!!!!
does that thing and pulls u closer to him by ur legs
likes when ur on top of him just cuzzzz
it’s the best seat in the house
he likes seeing u in control thats all it makes him feel loved and wanted
loves putting ur foreheads together so he can feel ur breathing against his lips as u slowly fuk him👀
his eyes are way too much to handle
slightly hooded and pupils dilated so much it’s like he just got back from the eye doctor
“lemme show u what i've always wanted to do to u”
wants to know he’s making you feel good
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Taemin: “Maybe we are meant to be… right person, wrong time…”
I need a coffee, Taemin thought as he made his way to the closest convenience store from the SME building.
He had a dark hoodie draped over his head in hopes of remaining as low-profile as possible. The boy was too indulged into his phone as he entered the small store that he clumsily bumped into someone as they were making their way out.
"Oof," he gasps as he realizes that the other person he'd bumped into was also there for a coffee, but it had now spilled all over their hoodie as well.
"I'm so sorry, I--I didn't see you," Taemin starts to apologize, but upon making eye contact, he sees that the person he'd bumped into was you.
"Taemin," you smile, pulling your hoodie up, "that's alright, I wasn't paying attention, either."
Taemin reaches for the coffee counter and pulls a few napkins, patting down the spilt coffee on your sweater with little success of removing it.
"At least it was iced coffee," he mumbled nervously.
"Thank you, Taemin," you giggled, and let him walk you back to the coffee counter to prepare you another.
"Must be a slow day," he smiled as he handed you your new drink. "Are you preparing for anything?"
"A comeback EP," you smiled, "and I assume you're here getting coffee for the same reasons?"
"Yeah," he nods, placing a lid on his beverage.
The nervous boy was embarrassed about meeting you again like this, but part of him was also secretly thankful that you both had, quite literally, run into each other for the first time again in a long time.
Yes, you both worked in the same building, but your floors were at completely opposite ends of the building, and you'd made no effort to reach out to each other again until fate brought you back together. He'd occasionally see you in the lobby or walking into the elevator, but the conversations were only Hello's and Good Night's, never elevating to anything more.
"Want to walk back together?" you ask as he finishes the payment for both your coffees.
"Sure," he smiles, and you both drape your hoodies back over your heads as you began walking back to the building.
"How've... how've you been?" he asks, taking slow sips of his drink.
"I've been well," you say quietly, fidgeting with your straw.
Seeing and hearing Taemin again was, to say the least, bittersweet. Your past relationship was still very dear to you, and he still very much thought of you, even now.
You and Taemin had grown one of the purest friendships when you'd first met, and talking to him more had made you realize he was very different in all the ways you loved. His outlook on life was always so interesting to hear, and his take on music was always so unique. He was respectful, he loved helping you with music and the art of dance, and he was most definitely the kind of person you could truthfully look forward to being around, with all the spontaneity that came with his personality.
You were his complementing opposite. You listened to him and observed his perceptions on life, art, music, dance, and so much more. He grew to like that you really listened to him and added to what he had to offer. He loved the way you could hold profound conversations while at once be comfortable with his playful side. You could challenge his thoughts and offer your own unique takes on any given subject. He liked that he had someone who ultimately had a passion for art of all kinds, just like him.
If only we weren't so childish, you thought, reminiscing on the moments you and Taemin had decided to break up. There was always non-stop arguing over relationship priorities and schedules, being insecure with each other's friendships with other people, and ultimately, neither could handle the stress anymore and decided it was best to break up.
But that was years ago.
"Are we cool?"
You immediately stop in your tracks as your thoughts are interrupted by Taemin's sudden question.
"What?"
"Uhm," the boy fidgets with his straw, taking a pause to breath before he asks again, "are we... you know... okay with each other?"
"Why do you ask?"
The boy sighs, turning to face you. "It's been years since our breakup. But I still feel... tension."
"Oh," you say, looking down at your coffee. "I didn't mean to come off as awkward," you say, "but I... I would be open to start over."
"Start over?"
"Well, as new friends," you pause, meeting his eyes, "we can put our relationship in the past and leave it there, for good. I wouldn't want to be half-cool, half-awkward with you anymore."
"I wouldn't want that, either," he says, offering you a gentle smile. "I'd be okay with starting over. I like to think I'm not so... childish, anymore. Not in the way that I used to be."
You smile, and you both continue your way back to the building.
"Would you want to get coffee again?" Taemin asks as you both walk into the SME lobby.
You can feel your heartstrings tugging gently at his words, eager to say yes.
"Of course, when would you wanna go again?"
"Tomorrow?"
You smile as the boy's eyes light up, wanting to desperately wake up tomorrow to talk and formally catch up again.
But suddenly, you remembered that you already had another compromise at hand.
"I can't tomorrow, I'm busy," you sigh, "...with my fiancé."
Taemin's micro expressions are subtle, but you can tell instantly that he isn't so enthusiastic anymore.
She moved on.
Taemin nods, and with a slight bow, says he has to go.
"Maybe whenever you're free, then, let me know and we could invite him, too," he says, and after a quick good-bye, makes his way to the elevator.
You quietly walk back to your meeting room, thinking back on the what-if's of you and Taemin's what-could-have-been future.
Taemin, alone in the elevator, stares mindlessly into the wall, trying not to let his sudden emotions get the best of him.
She's moved on. Maybe I should, too.
As he walks out the elevator and makes his way back to his recording room, you sit in a chair several floors below and prepare yourself for the meeting with your team that is about to ensue.
Both of you work diligently the rest of the day, but also can't help thinking about what each other could've been if your relationship had survived the worst.
If only relationships could always work out. If only 'right person, wrong time' didn't always have to be the reason behind many could've-been-nice relationships.
If only your fiancé was more like Taemin.
If only your fiancé was Taemin.
If that was the case, could you still have been happier?
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JONGTAE X BLACK FEM READER: “Persistence.”
“And I think we’re…in…too…deep…don’t wanna…pull out.”
Side note: Originally I was gonna make this a multiple part series because I really really liked the plot but, knowing me, I’ll probably only be able to get out one or two parts before I get frustrated and stuff, so for now, this is just really the set up, some smut. I really just wanted to put this out because I actually really like the idea and since I know I probably won’t be writing more for this, I don’t see a reason for it to collect dust, I really do want to write more for this, but for now, it’s just this. I hope you enjoy it despite it not being heavily detailed or not exactly perfect, the support is always greatly appreciated and so is the feedback🩷
TWS: Poly relationship, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, and a bunch of kissing (not very detailed smut).
PRONOUNS USED: None (Fem reader)
Plot: After turning them down and ignoring their flirting, Jonghyun and Taemin persist after claiming to have fallen in love with you at first sight. After a long game of cat and mouse, they’ve finally gotten you where they want you, and see to it that they please you before you leave for a long business trip in America.
Persistent. They just wouldn't back down like all the others did, usually when you turned idols down they'd give it one more shot before throwing in the towel. But Jonghyun and Taemin just wouldn't give it up, every time you denied their offer for breakfast, they'd suggest brunch instead, you already ate? Then lunch instead? Not hungry? What about a movie? No? What about shopping instead at 3 o'clock? It seemed that for your every no or excuse you had, they had another option, while at first, it was slightly annoying being pestered by the two men despite your obvious disinterest, their flirting started growing on you quickly. Before you knew what was happening you were talking to them every day, even if you were at work, if they sent a text you’d stop in the middle of a sentence just to respond, so much so, that everyone in the office wondered who you could be talking to and bugged you about details on who the lucky guy was that managed to catch your attention.
Although you were assuring everyone that it was nothing and that you'd stop talking in days, you were cheesing at your phone with that love glow clear in your complexion. After no longer than seven months their flirting and consistency had broken you down, you just couldn't get enough of them and you couldn't get why. Unlike every other time you were in a relationship or situationship, you were missing out on company dinners and even prioritizing the amount of time you spent with them. When they first noticed they teased you about it as they recalled the way you rolled your eyes at their compliments and left them on read for hours at a time, all of it made you wonder why they were so relentless, so you asked.
“Why didn't you give up when I first turned you down anyway?” At first, they both seemed embarrassed to answer, but it quickly changed. “Would you give up if you fell in love at first sight?” You laughed at Jonghyun’s answer but stopped as you realized that he was serious. “Fell in love at first sight?” You asked yourself mentally, “How could he be so reckless?” You still couldn't help but smile though, you found it cute even if it wasn't exactly true. “Well, what about you Taemin?” you asked. Just as Jonghyun did Taemin hesitated and smiled at you shyly, his cheeks turning pink as he looked away from you and said: “You’d fall in love if you saw the way you looked at me too…” You could only sit baffled by their responses, “How can they both be so reckless?!” You sighed and smiled at them because even though you looked annoyed, you were actually swooning over the loving and wholesome looks in their eyes. “Well, that's very cute and super sweet,” You said as you crossed your legs under the table, “But no way is that why you both ignored me ignoring you.”
Their lack of response that day after you said that made it clear that they were serious, you couldn't deny it anymore after that. The two hopeless romantics had fallen in love at first sight and there was no getting away from them, no matter how much you pretended to be annoyed by them or their flirting. Especially since you were starting to fall so quickly for them both, while part of you fought with yourself for being interested in two men at once and for being so careless and ignoring your policy about dating idols, every other part was buzzing with joy with every text, call, and date. Things were going so perfectly too since they had never once tried to make a move on you, so you didn't feel like they were just two strange K-pop idols who wanted to try their luck with a black woman. But even after all the time you were spending together, neither of them had taken the next step and asked you to be their girlfriend, you didn’t want to be too upset about it but with an upcoming business trip that would last for six months, you wanted to leave on a high and come back to your two favorite boys smothering you even more than they usually would.
You had a month to prepare for the trip and you spent every day after work with them, every chance they got to make it official they seemed to miss or hesitate and you were starting to worry that they might never try making it official, so after work when Jonghyun picked you up you finally told him about the trip and decided to tell Taemin when you got to his house since you were already on your way there.
“Six months? How far are you going?” He asked, you sighed and leaned back against the leather seat with your legs crossed underneath the blanket he had thrown over you, “I'll be in America.” You said, for a quick second he glanced at you as he processed what you had said. His reaction was exactly what you were expecting, “Why didn't you tell us sooner?! What are we supposed to do while you're gone?!” The worry in his voice felt oddly warm, you weren't used to it, but it felt nice to see him get upset about it. After explaining that you'd be able to talk to them every day Jonghyun could only sigh and complain about missing you already. When you finally got to Taemin’s house Jonghyun immediately dropped his composure and told Taemin that you were trying to leave them. As Taemin walked around the counter with a shocked expression he asked the same thing that Jonghyun did; “Why didn't you tell us sooner?! What are we supposed to do while you're gone?!” Again, that panicked reaction made you smile, that strange warm feeling in your stomach as they both stood in front of you asking you a million and one questions made you secretly swoon.
“I guess we have no choice…” Jonghyun said, Taemin sighed and looked at him as if he were asking if he was sure or not, to which Jonghyun nodded with a disappointed expression on his face. “What is it?” You asked getting curious. Taemin said nothing and went into the living area, while Jonghyun stood in front of you and held your hands lovingly. “We wanted to wait till next month to do this because we weren't sure if it was too soon to ask or not.” Your hands began to sweat, the way he looked into your eyes made your knees feel weak and your heart started to pound. “Are they finally gonna ask?” You fought back a smile as you feigned an annoyed expression and raised your eyebrows, “What? You gonna ask if I'll finally say yes to going to breakfast with you?” You asked jokingly to soothe your anxious feelings, but Jonghyun’s gentle and nervous smile didn't help you fight the nerves at all, in fact, it only made it worse since he's usually so relaxed around you, this sudden 180 was making you anticipate even more what might they ask.
But nothing could've prepared you for when Taemin came back with a gift bag in your favorite color and a cute bear with a heart and card in the middle. How cheesy. You laughed as he handed them to you with an uneasy expression on his red face, “It's been some years since we've done something like this…so we didn't know how to do it,” Taemin said as he stood beside Jonghyun. You couldn't deny how cute it was that he was admitting that they hadn't dated in years, especially since you've been the way. That shyness only made them more charming in that moment. “It's hard for us both to ask at the same time,” Jonghyun said, “But, will you be our girlfriend?” Never in your entire life had such a wholesome question given you such intense butterflies, how could you say no? After denying your feelings for so long, you were finally giving in as you smiled and nodded your head and said; “Yes.” You could visibly see the relief wash over them as you did, they both sighed happily and laughed as you sat the bag and bear down on the kitchen counter. “What? Did you think I'd say no?”
After just a week of officially dating, you only had three days left to spend in South Korea before you had to leave for work. Luckily, you had those three days off so you planned to spend all of them with both of your loving and clingy boyfriends. The first day was spent with them taking you to different places you had declined to go to before, and the second was spent with you taking them to places you loved going alone, in those two days the three of you were sharing parts of yourself that had been hidden for years, the way you all seemed to fit so perfectly together made you fall deeper. As the day was ending on the second day they suggested that you stay out with them just a little longer, which you begrudgingly agreed to while knowing feel and well that you’d just end up at one of their houses, and you were right, at 7 o’clock you ended up sandwiched between them on Taemin’s sofa with both of them holding your hands as you watched a movie Jonghyun had picked.
For a while the moment was wholesome, but somehow, it turned when you felt a wandering hand slip out of your own and rest on top of your thigh. Of course, Jonghyun was the first to make a move, but you didn’t acknowledge it until you felt his fingertips inching further up your bare thigh. All it took was a glance that lasted just a second too long for the two of you to begin inching closer and closer until your lips finally met, for the first time, you understood why people liked kissing so much. The feeling of his soft lips against yours as you leaned back against Taemin gave you such a strong feeling of passion that you had never experienced before, he was slow and gentle, the way his tongue so softly slipped between your lips made your back arch as you moaned quietly into his mouth. The moment you had pulled away from Jonghyun to catch your breath, Taemin was pulling you in for a kiss as well. The way that his lips moved against yours said anxious, he kissed you as if he had been dying of thirst his entire life.
Taemin's soft lips were hot to the touch, and the feeling of his tongue against yours made you squeeze your thighs together as his hand slid up to your face to hold you closer. As Taemin did this you could feel Jonghyun positioning himself between your legs, the feeling made you jump and as you felt his warm lips on your soft skin you pulled away from Taemin and quickly stopped him with a nervous and breathless laugh, saying in a shaky voice; “It…It’s getting late…maybe I should go…before we get carried away…” As you said this they both smiled at you, as Jonghyun kissed the inside of your thigh Taemin kissed the side of your neck. Just feeling them on two different ends made you melt into the soft sofa as you bit your lip, you didn’t want to leave, but you felt so excited that you thought if they kept going you’d turn into a wild animal. “Don’t you think it’s too late for that?” Taemin whispered in your ear, chills shot down your spine as your back arches. “What’s the point in holding ourselves back when we only have you for a few more hours?” Jonghyun asked. The sound of his sweet voice made your whole body tingle with excitement, somehow, in the blink of an eye your clothes were scattered out on the floor and as Jonghyun’s tongue dove in between your delicate folds, Taemin kissed you until your lips were sore.
Your fingers tangled in Jonghyun's hair as you struggled to breathe with Taemin’s tongue in your mouth, it felt like you were floating, with every flick of their tongue, caress of their fingers, and short breath you were excelling higher and higher into pure bliss. It didn’t even take more than ten minutes for that earth-shattering climax to start creeping up on you, and they could tell by the way your body trembled, the sweat on your body made your brown skin glisten as you pulled away from Taemin and gasped for air. The way your voice became louder and higher in pitch was telling enough for them, neither of them wanted to stop until you had finally reached that peak, so to ensure that you’d get the sweet release you had so rightfully deserved, Jonghyun slipped two fingers inside of you carefully and let Taemin use his to massage circles on your clit.
“Oh god!” You cried out in pleasure as you threw your head back and closed your eyes tightly, nothing had ever felt so good, the pleasure was so great, and your body was starting to crumble as you moved your hips against their hands while struggling to keep up with their movements. “That’s it, baby, let it out.” The sound of Jonghyun’s honey-like voice only made you feel wetter, it made you need him more and the way that he angled them made that desire unbearable. “You’re such a pretty girl, are you gonna cum for us darling?” You nodded your head at Taemin’s question and looked at him, your eyes were glossed over as your face contorted with pleasure, just looking into his eyes made that feeling double inside of you. And as they both sped up you were falling apart at the seams, your excitement pooled onto the sofa and your body tensed up despite the relaxing and yet intense feeling of an orgasm washing over you.
“Oh, such a good girl.” Jonghyun praised, “You did such a good job baby, you came so fast.” You melted at his compliments as he pulled his fingers away slowly, still feeling aroused you pulled him closer and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips made the experience feel so sensual, you knew then that you couldn’t just stop there. So as you pulled away and they got up to help you get cleaned up you stopped them, with both of them now standing you got on your knees in front of them both, still fully naked and dripping with lust as your eyes flickered between them both. Before they could say anything you asked asked in a tone so unbelievably beautiful; “Can we keep going?”
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kintsugi
summary:
nobody said living longer than your loved ones is easy. taemin has loved, and taemin has lost – and his new guardian is here to help put him back together again.
rating: teen and up audiences; no archive warnings apply
relationship: lee taemin / ten chittaphon leechaiyapornkul
genre: magical realism, angst
content warnings: none
miscellaneous ao3 tags:
alternate universe - magical realism
vampires
pining
near future
POV multiple
past kim jongin | kai/lee taemin
ten chittaphon leechaiyapornkul-centric
#k writes#fic updates#fic promo#lee taemin#shinee#chittaphon leechaiyapornkul#nct#wayv#superm#kpop rpf#series: the magical everyday#aka magical realism au/vampire taemin au#trying to do another multi-chapter...wish me luck hellmao
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彡dahlias and devotion
pairing' photographer!taemin x painter!reader
genre' fluff
warnings' takes place sometime before cellphones and digital cameras (landlines and film cameras are used, don't ask why me why bc idk, it was just the vibes), taemin is a bit of an oddball as per usual, reader matches his freak
wc' 3k
a/n' this thought just came to me and it was too cute to put down :3 my mom has been really into floristry my whole life, and always gets my dad dahlias for their anniversary bc she says they represent eternal love<3 so thank u mom for giving me the inspiration to actually write a fic
You watched with a smile as you saw the puff of cold air escape your mouth as you breathed out, rubbing your hands together to warm them while you sat on your painting chair. The cold autumn weather had given you a stroke of inspiration, prompting you to grab your paints and rush out onto your balcony to paint the warm-toned leaves against the cool-toned sky. You lived on the fifth floor of a shabby apartment complex. It was certainly nothing to brag about, what with the heating/cooling system being broken, and despite the fact that you’ve been calling him every other day to come up for the past three weeks, your landlord still hadn’t been up to check on your broken bathroom sink. but it was home.
The smell of turpentine mixing with the oil paints on your palette always caused your nose to curl, and as brush met canvas, as quickly as the inspiration had burst into your mind, it faded out. You were sat staring blankly at your canvas in the crisp October air, goosebumps starting to painfully form on your arms and legs. You groaned and rubbed the tense spot between your eyebrows, this wasn’t the first time you’d had a sudden flash of inspiration that left you just as quickly as it came, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
Usually when this happened, you would go for a walk to calm your mind. As much as you loved it, you oftentimes got frustrated easily when it came to painting. Painting was your one and only love in the world, and as you walked through the city streets while the sun set through the autumn leaves, casting beautiful shadows on the street, it was easy to see why you loved to paint. Painting offered you a way to express how you felt without needing to say anything. You never were very good with your words, especially when it came to describing things that you loved. So being able to paint the beautiful trees, flowers, and people that you came across was imperative to showing others how you felt.
Your feet were on autopilot, taking you to a secluded pretty little park by the river. You hadn’t been here in months, you’re not really sure why you had ended up here, but something caught your eye as you walked the overgrown cobblestone path. Even though it was late in October and the first snow of the year was surely almost here, a small patch of Dahlias had bloomed by one of the big oak trees just off the path.
You carefully stepped towards the patch of flowers, careful not to tread on the surrounding vegetation, and kneeled down to peer at the flora. Under any normal circumstance, these flowers shouldn’t have been blooming that late in the year, especially not with the cold wave that had taken over the city.
You were about to stand up and leave the curiosity behind before you saw a quick flash of light and heard the shutter of a camera. You quickly turned around to see a man standing a few paces to your right on the cobblestone path. You stood up, shock clearly evident on your face as the man's content smile slipped off his face and he raised his hands up to show you that he meant no harm.
“I’m sorry, that was just a really beautiful scene.”
“...I’m sorry?”
His arms dropped to his sides as he bobbed up and down on the balls of his feet, “I mean, just the way you were looking at the flowers. I don’t blame you, I was shocked to see them, too. Dahlias don’t usually bloom this late in the year.”
“No…they don’t.” You agreed as the man approached the patch of flora, making sure to keep a respectful distance between yourself and him. He peered down at the flowers, raising his camera up to his face before taking a shot of the flowers by themselves.
“You a big flower person?” He asked as he shifted to the other side of the flowers, snapping a picture from the different angle.
“I don’t know much about them, but I like to paint them.”
“You paint? That’s amazing. I’ve always wanted to learn to paint.” He let out an almost wistful sigh as he stood back up, taking a few paces back and taking another picture. You observed the photographer as he took several pictures from differing angles, adjusting the lens on his camera between pictures.
“Do you know much about flowers?”
“Ah, I guess so. A friend of mine has a column in the local paper about flowers, so he’ll send me out to get pictures for him. I’ve definitely learned a thing or two from it.”
You and the man looked in silence at the patch of flowers, the bright orange of the flower standing out in stark contrast to the gray-green grass and the cool brown of the oak tree.
“Hey…I don’t mean to sound too forward, but do you think you could get me one of the photos you took of the Dahlias?”
He looked thrown off for a second before breaking into a giddy grin, “Of course! Are you going to paint it? That’s so cool! You don’t have to pay me for it or anything, even! Are you going to paint it? Did I just assume that? I could be a horrible photographer for all you know, though. I’m not saying I am! But you know, you never know.”
He cut his rambling short as he saw the clearly perplexed look on your face. He took half a step back, his hands nervously playing with the straps of his camera as he waited for your response. You didn’t quite know what to think of the odd photographer, but something about his awkward demeanor and sweet energy told you that you could trust him to not murder you. Was that potentially a mistake? Of course. But for the sake of art, you were willing to risk it
“I was definitely planning on painting it. How about I give you my number? You can call me when you’re done developing the pictures and thenI’ll give you my address so you can come drop it off.”
The man broke out into the same giddy grin as before and fumbled around in the pockets of his khaki trench coat for a moment before producing a notepad and pen, eagerly pushing them into your hands. You quickly jotted down your number on the first empty page and handed it back to the man who smiled at your writing for a moment before shoving the notepad and pen back into his pocket.
You gave the man a quick smile before turning back onto the cobblestone path and making your way back to your apartment building.
“Hey, wait! I didn’t catch your name!” You turned around at the man’s voice to see him still standing by the patch of Dahlias, fiddling with his camera straps again. You called out your name to him, and heard him quietly repeat it back to himself. “That’s beautiful! I’m Taemin, Lee Taemin!”
“I’ll talk to you soon, Taemin.” You parted with those words and left him grinning at your retreating form.
Nearly a week had passed, and you were starting to think that you weren’t going to hear from Taemin. You’d spend over a dozen hours of the past week just staring at the blank canvas that lived on your easel. You’d gone on several walks to different parts of the city, but your mind always wandered to that patch of Dahlias and that strange photographer. You were laying on the old, tattered red couch in your living room, staring blankly at your old paintings on the wall, wishing and waiting for inspiration to strike when you heard the phone ring.
You immediately sprang from your sofa and ran over to the phone that hung on the wall, tearing the receiver from its hook and practically spitting out a rushed, “Hello? Who is this?” You could’ve cried of happiness when you heard Taemin’s voice on the other end telling you that he had finally gotten around to developing the photos. You quickly gave him your address and told him to come over as soon as he could. After he assured you that he would be over in less than an hour, you made your way back over to your sofa and plopped back down, throwing up your fists in victory.
Forty-five minutes later, you heard a knock on your door, and you quickly rushed to look through the peephole. After seeing a slightly out-of-breath Taemin, you quickly took the chain off and turned the deadbolt and wrenched open the door, causing Taemin to jump back in shock, clearly not expecting such an enthusiastic welcome. You invited him in and watched as he took in his surroundings.
Your apartment was nothing special; it was small, a little cramped, and definitely had what some might call a “maximalist vibe”. There were piles of reference books and old masters’ biographies scattered around, several blank canvases on the floor leaning against the walls, and Taemin would have guessed that there was nearly a hundred paintings of all sizes and mediums either hanging or pinned to the wall. There were so many pieces of art on the wall, he could hardly see the dark blue that your apartment was painted in. He turned to see you standing by your small white fridge, smiling expectantly up at him.
“Oh! I have the picture.” He quickly opened the brown cross-body satchel that he carried, and from the depths, retrieved a small white envelope containing what you hoped would be the solution to your crippling artist block. You excitedly snatched the envelope from his glove-adorned hands and carefully tore the envelope open. You carefully extracted the small picture from the white envelope, and your jaw nearly hit the floor once you observed what was actually on the small film. You hadn’t expected much if you were being completely honest, but you never in your wildest dreams would have expected Taemin to have produced something as beautiful as the picture you held in your hands.
The way that the warm light from the setting sun hit the dew on the vibrant orange flowers struck you in such a way, you were completely awestruck. You looked up to see Taemin quietly observing your reaction, a slightly concerned look on his face as he saw the expression you were making.
“Is it okay?”
The question somehow made your jaw drop even more. Your eyes fluttering from the photographer back down to the picture and back up to him again, you continued to gawk at him in shock as you struggled to find the words to describe how you felt.
“I…It is…Usable.” You mentally face-palmed at your own words as you saw Taemin’s expression fall slightly as he nodded.
“I mean! Come back in a couple weeks!. So you can see the painting and get your picture back. Is that okay?”
A slightly put-out Taemin agreed, and you quickly ushered him out of your house so you could start immediately.
Over the next weeks, you were practically glued to your easel. From that one singular picture, you’d managed to produce over a dozen paintings, and although they were all beautiful in your mind, none of them felt right. The frustration in you was nearly ready to bubble over and you stared at the picture. You tried different mediums, different brush techniques, different canvas sizes, but nothing felt right. You leaned onto the two back legs on your chair and closed your eyes, letting yourself breath for a moment and letting your mind wander.
You started thinking about when you first saw that patch of Dahlias…The surprise you felt when you saw the bright orange petals against the dull October grass…You thought about when Taemin first took the pictures, all the different angles he had tried to get the perfect picture…The concentration in his brown eyes as he brought the camera up to his face…The way he brushed his hair out of his eyes when he leaned over the flowers…The way his hands looked at his fiddled with the lens…The way he pursed his plump lips when he knew he didn’t get the right shot…
You slammed your chair back down onto all four legs as soon as you realized just how far your mind had wandered. He’d been on your mind more than usual. Lee Taemin. The odd, handsome photographer. You found yourself hoping every day to get a phone call from him, or for him to show up at your door. You often found yourself thinking of the cool tones of his dark brown hair that contrasted with the warm brown of his eyes…You shook your head as if to clear those thoughts from your mind and picked back up your paintbrush. Don’t think. Just paint.
And paint, you did.
The next day, you heard a knock on your door as you were curled up in the corner of your sofa, blanket around your shoulders, staring in bewilderment at your own creation. You didn’t know what you had been thinking when you painted that, because you weren’t thinking at all. You just did it. You slowly got up from your spot on the sofa, stretching your sore limbs out as you stood and walked over to the door. You almost audibly gasped as you saw none other than Lee Taemin standing patiently outside your door. You took one quick look at your painting before tossing the blanket that had been around your shoulders over the easel. You took a second to compose yourself before nervously opening your apartment door to a smiling Taemin.
“You told me to come back in a few days, so here I am!”
“Uhh…Yeah…Come in.” You stood to the side to let Taemin in, silently praying that he for some reason had no interest in seeing your finished product and just wanted his picture back. You closed the door and turned around to see Taemin smiling expectantly at you, arms behind his back, standing ever-so-politely in your living room.
“Um…Here’s your picture back!” You quickly grabbed the picture from the small table by your easel and thrusted it into his hands, internally begging him to just turn around and leave so you never had to look him in the eyes ever again.
He slowly put the picture in his pocket, keeping confused eye contact with you, “Can I…See the painting?”
You silently cursed him and his beautiful big brown eyes, finding it hard to out-right deny him. You fumbled with your words, practically twiddling your thumbs as you deliberately avoided looking at his increasingly confused expression.
“Okay well…” You sighed in defeat, finally looking up from the ground back to his face, “Just don’t…Immediately run out once you see it?”
He gave you a concerned look, but nodded nevertheless. You took a deep breath and slowly removed the blanket from the easel. You avoided looking at his face, expecting him to voice his protests as soon as he processed what he was seeing.
“That’s…So beautiful.”
Your eyes snapped up to Taemin who was looking in awe at the intricate oil painting. What you saw as something you had made in a dazed, tired- maybe a little bit enamored- stupor, Taemin saw the most beautiful work of devotion he’d ever seen. It was an intricate oil on canvas portrait of Taemin himself, adorned in brightly colored Dahlias of all shapes and sizes, every one of which was more detailed than the last and shaded to perfection. The actual portrait was painted in such a way that beautifully contrasted against the Dahlias, the cool of Taemin’s hair and skin juxtaposed to the warm oranges and reds used to paint the flowers and eyes left Taemin absolutely breathless.
“You actually like it? You don’t think it’s like…Weird?” Taemin tore his eyes away from the canvas to see you looking at him in what could only be described as shame. He was flabbergasted for a moment, unable to decipher exactly how or why you could have possibly thought he wouldn’t like what he thought was surely the most beautiful work of art he’d ever laid eyes on.
“How could I not like it? I’ve never felt so…Loved. In my entire life.”
Your eyes made their way to Taemin’s, trying to see any hint of deception, any hint of disgust, anything that would tell you that he was lying to you, even if just to spare your feelings. But there was nothing but warmth in his brown eyes. Nothing but love.
“Do you think I could keep it? The painting?”
“Of course.” You breathed out, neither you nor Taemin breaking eye contact. He took a step forward and gently took your paint-stained hands into his soft ones. Your name fell from his lips as he brushed his thumbs over your knuckles. One of his hands dropped from yours and he reached into his coat pocket to grab something.
“I’ve carried this in my pocket since I first developed those photos.”
You looked down at what he was referring to, and your mouth fell open as you saw the first photo that he took on that day all those weeks back, the picture of you kneeling over the Dahlias.
“You’ve been on my mind every second of every day since that day in October. I was too nervous to say, but after seeing this…I finally feel the courage to say it-”
You cut Taemin off by throwing your arms around his neck. You couldn’t find the words to describe the joy you felt, the relief you felt, the love you felt. But the knowledge that Taemin felt the same more than made up for your lack of words.
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new heights
Back in the days Taemin used to date a lot of girls that were easy - easy to impress, easy to have and easy to manipulate.
They were infatuated with him, blatantly oblivious to his real character, solely obsessed with his idol persona.
He would toy with them, but none of them had what it took for him to fall in love.
He’d use them as he pleased.
Used them from the back, front, upside down, standing, sitting, in public or behind closed doors but it was always him asserting dominance, remaining in control.
Until you showed up.
Blowjobs were a risky thing for him, giving up control and letting you lead was terrifying to him.
Terrifyingly sexy.
„Baby, why are you on your knees?“
He was pushed against the wall, nowhere left to go. Taemin looked down and watched you, sat on your knees looking up to him, batting your lashes at him.
„Is that a problem, Tae Tae?“, you purred seductively.
He shook his head and watched your fingers glide over his legs - starting with the shins and going up to his thighs.
His heart started beating faster, suddenly he was hyper aware of the room‘s hotness.
Taemin placed his hands on your head, guiding you, trying to regain some control but you hissed at him instantly.
„Arms up, Taemin“, you commanded sternly.
He obliged, putting his arms up as if he had been caught by the police.
„Good boy“, you praised him proudly.
Your fingers traced further north, playing with the buttons on his pants. They were silver and cold to the touch.
You looked up at him again and asked innocently: „May I?“
God, how could he deny you?
Your beautiful eyes were glistening with desire, full of longing for him. He watched you lick your lips in anticipation, ready to devour him.
Taemin nodded silently, still pressed to the wall. He watched you unzip his pants and pull them down, admiring the impressive bulge that had formed underneath his boxers.
His heart was beating like a drum, his ears were ringing, he could hardly hear anything anymore.
Swiftly, you pulled down his boxers and were taken aback by his cock - massively throbbing for you.
„Fuck Taemin, it’s a shame you rarely let me give you head. Your cock is screaming for me, look at this.“, you mused.
In this moment he had to agree, giving up control more often may not be that bad after all.
You gave him one final look, batting your doll eyes at him before you took him all in, instantly moaning in pleasure.
Taemin‘s eyes rolled back, surrendering to this sensation.
You had trouble fitting all of him in your mouth but luckily you had hands to help, giving him a mixture of the wetness of your mouth and the force of your hands.
„Fuck“, he moaned under his breath.
You wanted this so badly, wanted to let him know how much you desired him.
His chest was heaving heavier, as he was already close.
„I want to touch you, y/n“, he whispered as he watched you from above.
You met his gaze and ignited an even bigger fire within him, seeing you sucking on his dick did a number on his ego.
Taemin lovingly placed his hands around your face, cupping you as you sucked harder.
You were good at this, oh absolutely, but it was not the touch of your plush lips around his cock or your tongue swirling around his glans or the poking against your throat, no, it were your eyes that drove him over the edge.
Your beautiful eyes that were filled with desire, longing and love for only him. Those eyes that never lied, always declaring the truth were the ones that made him cum in your mouth.
Taemin tasted heavenly, the perfect mixture of salty and sweet.
You sucked him off, garnering the last drop before you let go of him happily.
Before you could stand up he got down on his knees and crashed his lips onto yours, forcefully tasting himself on you.
„Thank you, baby“, he huffed out as he pressed his forehead against yours.
„For what?“
He chuckled sweetly.
„For taking me to new heights, y/n.“
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In the Dark - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 1 - inthedark.com
Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 1 - inthedark.com
chapter word count: 2.7k words
“So, tough week, huh?” Jinki spoke compassionately, watching his best friend drink his 3rd beer in a single sip and place the cup firmly on the table, then sigh.
“You bet.” Minho replied, dejected, signalling to the waitress to bring him another beer.
“Yah, should a single dad even drink so much? What will Nari say when you come home drunk?” Jinki frowned.
“She’s with my mother tonight.” He sighed, then started drinking his 4th beer, before Jinki grabbed it from him and finished it himself.
“Instead of drinking it away, spill it out. What happened?”
“I just found out Nari’s been getting bullied at school, and I’m feeling horrible for not being able to protect her.”
“Bullied?” Jinki’s eyes grew large, as he asked his friend to elaborate.
“She didn’t even tell me. How the fuck are 2nd graders so mean already?” Minho sighed again and shook his head disapprovingly.
“No way. Since when?”
“Apparently since the first year. Her teacher didn’t tell me anything either. I thought enrolling her in a private school would be a good idea. Better education, more people around her to keep her safe… I was wrong.” He shook his head again and rubbed his forehead.
“So… what will you do? Will you move her to another school?” Jinki asked, putting his arms on the table and supporting his head with his hands.
“Of course I’ll move her to another school. I just don’t know where…”
“Hmm. Why don’t you try the public school in the area? My cousin’s son is enrolled there, and he loves it so far. He’s in the 5th grade already. It’s also closer to home.”
“I don’t know… what if she hates it there? What if she gets bullied again and doesn’t tell me? God, I kept noticing she was becoming shy and reserved, and couldn’t figure out why, and all this time, she’s been bullied by her classmates. I still can’t believe it.”
“Kids can be cruel.” Jinki sighed and leaned over the table, touching Minho’s shoulder comfortingly.
“It’s hard being a single dad to a daughter. Obviously, my mom helps out a lot, but… it would’ve just been different if she were still here…”
“I know. But Ellie died 8 years ago, Minho. Maybe it’s time… you try and let her go and find someone else.”
“How could I?” He sighed. “I still love her so much. She’s still Nari’s mom.”
“Of course she is, and that’s never going to change. But still, you should try putting yourself out there, and find someone. Date, have casual sex, literally anything at this point.”
“Casual sex?” Minho chuckled. “It shocks me to hear you suggest that.”
“What are you supposed to do then, die alone?” Jinki scolded him. “Nari also needs a feminine figure around her. She’ll grow up to be a woman, eventually.”
“She has my mom.”
“A younger feminine figure.”
“I’m not ready to date anyone.” Minho shook his head.
“You’re impossible.” Jinki scoffed. “Then go to a whore house or something, have sex with someone no strings attached and see if it helps you move on for once.”
“What, to a brothel?” Minho asked, amused. “Imagine the headlines if I would. Producer Choi Minho seen entering a brothel. They’d eat me alive.”
“Use that new site, then. In the Dark.” Jinki shrugged.
“What’s that?” Minho tilted his head to the right, furrowing his brows.
“This… website,” he gestured around with his hands. “Apparently it costs a lot because it’s really private. You submit some personal information and choose someone based on your preferences, and when you meet up with them, you aren’t allowed to talk, and the lights are completely off, so neither can see what’s going on or who they’re having sex with.”
“That sounds crazy as fuck.”
“Right? That’s what I said! But it’s a pretty good alternative when there’s no risk of others seeing you enter a brothel.” Jinki chuckled.
“And you can’t even talk?”
“No, because someone could recognise your voice, I think.”
“How do you know so much about this site?” Minho raised an accusing eyebrow.
“Oh, my friends use it all the time. Apparently, it’s a fun experience.”
“What?” Minho gasped. “Who would use such a site?”
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~Minho’s POV~
“Who would use such a site?” I asked, but curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself googling inthedark.com at 12AM that very same day.
The site was easy to use and intuitive, you had to pay a fee to become a member, and all your data had to be verified by someone.
It was, as Jinki said, extremely private, and you had to submit a whole lot of documents, from ID card to medical records on your health. Everyone’s profile was verified, and they seemed to protect both their clients and their workers.
I created a profile and chose a username. Since it had to be something completely unrelated to my real name, to not give myself away, I picked Charisma, one of the nicknames my closest friends would sometimes use for me.
After my profile’s been completed and verified, I received a download link for my phone, and as soon as I opened it, my profile was already connected. A list of models with similar interests came up, and I had to select one. They had pictures of themselves, but their faces were not visible in any of them, to keep everyone’s identities private.
I scrolled, and scrolled, and scrolled, and while everyone was gorgeous, wearing sultry lingerie, being fit with a flat stomach and perfect thighs, it still felt like no one was really… special in any way. None of them pricked my interest.
It was then when I noticed that a bit under the Recommended Models list, there was a category called “NEW”, written in bright red letters. I clicked on it, and the first model’s name caught my eye.
Flame
I chuckled seeing her name and thought of how ironic it would be to pick her, since my full nickname was Flaming Charisma. It felt like we complemented each other, even if it was obviously nothing intentional, as I didn’t know who she was, and she didn’t know who I was either.
I clicked on her profile and scrolled through her pictures, that looked to be selfies, instead of the professional-looking pictures the other models under “Recommended” had. Her calendar was also empty, which meant she hasn’t been booked by anyone yet.
Should I do it?
I was reluctant to press on ‘Apply’. We both had to submit a list of expectations and wants, and we both had to agree to the other’s terms and conditions for a potential meeting to happen.
After considering it for a little while, I decided that fuck it, I haven’t had sex with someone in 8 years, so I booked the next night impulsively and started filling the form.
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CHARISMA – personal form
THINGS I ENJOY: intimacy, scratching my back, holding onto me, kissing/biting (anywhere besides lips), moaning
THINGS I DON’T WANT TO DO: kissing on the lips
CONDOM / NO CONDOM (if you pick the NO CONDOM option, you have to attach a report of a recent medical check-up that ensures you don’t have an STD): no condom
SPECIAL REQUIREMENTS: wear a short skirt
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After filling in the whole form, I clicked on ‘APPLY’ and waited for a bit.
Flame’s form came back pretty quickly. She accepted all my requests, and she also submitted a few of her own.
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FLAME – personal form
THINGS I ENJOY: feeling needed, tenderness, aftercare
THINGS I DON’T WANT TO DO: anal, anything that would leave a mark on my face/arms, anything painful
CONDOM / NO CONDOM: no condom
SPECIAL REQUIREMENTS: please take a shower beforehand
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Reading carefully, her demands seemed decent enough, so I agreed to her terms as well, and I received a location I had to come to the next day at 12 AM.
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From the outside, the building looked like an apartment complex. I made my way to the front door and typed in the code I’ve been given, then went to the 3rd floor, to the room number that’s been assigned to me. I opened the door which led to a small hallway that was lit by dim lights, which offered access to two other doors. The first door was a bathroom, the second one was the door to the main room, which I found out from the note on it that read: “As soon as you open this door, all the lights will go out. Please make sure you use the bathroom (door on the left) before you head into the main room. Please leave all your electronic devices and any source of light in the locker room. Refusal to do so is a violation of our terms and services and will result in legal consequences. We appreciate your cooperation in order to ensure privacy on both sides. Thank you for using inthedark.com!”
I already took a shower at home, so it felt pointless to take another one now. I put my phone on silent mode and left it in the locker as instructed, and without thinking much, I opened the door to the main room.
Just as the note said, all the lights went out as soon as I pressed on the handle. It was pitch black and simply impossible to see anything.
Now what? I asked myself and let out a soft chuckle.
I kept walking straight, until a sweet scent invaded my nostrils, and I figured out that Flame must’ve been in the room as well. After a few more steps, my chest bumped into something – her hands, I figured out after touching them.
To say I was nervous would be an understatement.
What am I even supposed to do? Undress her and simply start fucking her? Is she even wearing any clothes?
I did tell her to wear a short skirt.
It was so dark, I couldn’t see anything, and the only sounds in the room were the sounds of our breathing.
I grabbed her hands and followed their trail until I got to her shoulders, and I felt her skin get goose bumps. I let my fingers trail down her body and tried to feel her around, to imagine what the clothes she was wearing could look like. Her blouse was made of a soft fabric and had ruffles, and her skirt was, as I requested, short, barely covering her ass. I went on my knees and touched the back of her thighs, trailing my hands down once again, until I reached her feet.
She was wearing high heels, which I helped take off. I wanted to know her real height.
After I stood back up, I hugged her, and she hugged me back. She wasn’t tall, and her constitution seemed quite fragile. She seemed like a delicate woman.
We broke our hug, and I pressed my hands on her face, feeling up all her features with my thumbs. Her eyes, her nose, her full lips.
She welcomed everything I did and didn’t try to push me away at all, and she even did the same things to me as she started undressing me of my suit.
We were getting to know each other this way; from small, unsure, touches that felt a bit too intimate for me to just seek pleasure from her, and for her to just seek my money.
It was getting too easy to forget that I’ve essentially hired her for the night, that we’re only going to spend 2 hours together.
Maybe it was just because I haven’t been intimate with someone in so long. Ever since my wife’s death, I haven’t touched any other woman. Instead, I just focused on raising our daughter.
Feeling Flame’s touches, though, I realised I missed intimacy badly. I liked the way her hands felt on my abs, her lips attached to my neck while she kept moving that damn hand lower, touching my dick through the underwear.
I liked that she respected my wished and didn’t try kissing my lips at all. That was the one thing I wanted to save for my late wife, the one thing I wasn’t yet ready to do. I convinced myself that sex was different, and the only honest part of me are my lips, and I didn’t want them to touch someone I didn’t love.
Flame went on her knees and pulled my underwear down, taking my dick into her mouth, and I let out an obscene groan. Her tongue on me felt way too good; the way it swirled circles around my tip while her hand was stroking me made my knees weak. I grabbed the back of her head and gently pushed my length down her throat, making her choke a bit. With my other hand, I caressed her cheek and gently touched her chin, wiping off the spit falling uncontrollably from her mouth as she was deepthroating me.
After a few more seconds, I pushed her head away and helped her stand up, before undressing her of the ruffled blouse and short skirt.
I wondered what colour they were. Not that it mattered.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the bed in the middle of the room, and I pressed my naked body against hers, trailing kisses down her body as I let my hands feel her up. She smelled so good, I felt intoxicated by her scent, and I lost control of myself while exploring her body. Her tits were not too big, but they were full and felt perfect in my hands.
I moved my hands to her waist as I pressed a kiss on her lower abdomen. She opened her legs, giving me access to her pussy, and I started eating her out, keeping her body in place as my tongue moved carefully between her folds.
She moaned, and God, she sounded beautiful.
It didn’t take long to make her come. She was a panting mess and her hands found mine on her waist, squeezing them as she let go.
Smiling to myself realising I still got it, even after all these years, I made my way back on top of her and slid inside her with ease. Her hands went around my neck, and she pulled me closer, hugging me tight to her body as I pumped in and out of her.
Her nails were slightly scratching me while she wrapped around me completely, and the whole act felt so intimate, I almost forgot again that she was just a prostitute, and that I was essentially just a stranger to her; no one special.
I released myself inside of her with ease, drunk on all the pleasure her body offered me. What a messed-up thing this was, hiring someone for a couple of hours of love.
I tried not to think of it too much as I slipped out of her and she pulled me closer once more, and I remembered her requests. Feeling needed, tenderness, aftercare. Was she as lonely as me, to request these things?
Since she indulged me, why not do it for her as well? We only had one hour left, anyway. I plopped down next to her and guided her head on my shoulder, caressing her hair while our bodies hugged each other.
It felt nice staying like this, too. It almost made me wish I booked her for the whole night. Maybe we would’ve gone to sleep together embraced and pretended we were actual lovers that spent their first night together.
Maybe this was just wishful thinking.
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A few hours after meeting Flame, I received a notification from In the Dark consisting of a review form I had to submit, that would be received by Flame. From the message on the app, she would apparently receive it, and send one back.
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MEETING REVIEW FORM by Charisma
Rate Flame from 1 to 5 (lowest to highest): ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Were all your special requirements fulfilled? (Leave empty if not applicable): Yes, Flame respected all my wishes and special requirements.
What did you enjoy? Flame was sweet and I had a great time with her :)
What should be improved? Nothing, everything was perfect.
Would you like to tip Flame? (Any amount you write will automatically be deducted from your Card after submitting this form. Leave empty if you don’t wish to tip your host): 200$
Thank you for using our service!
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MEETING REVIEW FORM by Flame
Rate the interaction with the customer from 1 to 5 (lowest to highest): ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Did the customer fulfil your special requirements? Yes, thank you for respecting my wishes
Tip received – 200$: That’s very sweet and generous of you. Thank you a lot, Charisma. I had a great time with you as well, and I hope we will meet again. ❤️
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Chapter 2
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ONTAE FIC
Taemin is working on watering, and planting some flowers around the nursery when the door dings. It’s really early so he was semi startled when someone walked in. He set down the watering can so he could give his attention to the young man. He started to turn around, and the man was close; almost too close. He felt an insane amount of body heat, and stumbled back.
“Hi welcome to kkoongie nursery” he blurted out with the last breath he had before turning away.
“Hi thank you” the man said so natchantly like he wasn’t mere inches from his body.
“If you need any help let me know” he said before he went back to watering the plants again.
Taemin notices he keeps glancing over at the young man looking through the different plants, and flowers they have to offer. They have a very large array of them. He sees the young man looking at the yellow tulips. He wonders if he knows in Victorian times their meaning was there's sunshine in your smile, but today they symbolize happiness and hope. When glancing at him through the plants he notices his smile and that definition is very accurate. He thinks he likes the Victorian definition better. He feels his heart start to pick up.
“Hey” Taeyong says from behind him and startles him making him almost drop the watering can.
“What are you doing?” he says through laughs, and he starts to playfully punches his arm when the young man comes over, and clears his throat as if he was standing there for a while. Taemin and Taeyong look over at the same time and Taemin feels himself losing his will to stay focused. He’s just so beautiful. He clears his throat as well, and finally asists him with his purchase.
“Is this all for you today ?” he said without making eye contact and scanning the plant. He wonders if this young man can tell he is nervous around him. “Yes” he said sweetly and smiling as if he read my mind and answered. Everything he does is making Taemin melt. He debates on telling the young man what the definition of the flower means because he did in fact pick up the yellow tulip. But he didn't ask, but also it is my job to know these things. This man is flustering him so bad he’s not sure what to do with himself. He hands the change back by sliding it across the counter so they don't touch. He felt as though he would have felt sparks if they did. This could all be in his head, but he has a desire to know and not to know this young man. He believes knowing him will make his life so fun and fulfilling but also not knowing him might be the better option so he doesn’t get his heart broken again. He tries to say goodbye but the young man leaves quickly.
hello this is just for fun, and this is just a preview. I truly haven't wrote fic since 2014 and my bestie convinced me to write one. So i'm sorry if its bad.. but i hope it's not and you want me to continue! let me know if i should :)
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