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Training Lee Taemin

Session Three: Voyeurism

Characters/Pairings: Taemin, Key, Reader / Taemin x Reader, Key x Reader

Content: Nothing in particular needing a warning here. Due to later (planned) chapters, Reader uses she/her pronouns and has breasts and a vagina. 18+ only.

Word Count: 2071

The only person you could imagine playing the supporting role in this scene was Key, which was unfortunate because in all the years you had known each other, neither of you had shown any interest in the other sexually. The attraction was there and you imagined it was mutual, but fucking the man hadn't crossed your mind.

Yet you found yourself texting him one night after deciding on the subject for your next session with Taemin.

Y: Almighty Key, I need a favour from you

K: Try again without the stupid name and I might consider it

Y: Kibum-ssi, I humbly request your assistance

K: ...

Y: Alright fine. I feel awkward as hell asking this but I don't know who else could do it, it's for Taemin. One of the things we discussed before we started was voyeurism and he didn't seem too happy with the idea of watching someone solo so...

Two minutes passed without a reply.

Y: Come on Kibum put me out of my misery here man

K: You want me to have sex with you while Taemin watches?

Y: Yes

Y: But he won't know that it was planned

Y: And unless he barges into the room or something, he won't know that you know he's watching

Y: If that makes sense

K: You sound mental. I'll do it though, I've always wanted to know what you were like in bed x

Y: Thank fuck

Y: My next option was Jongin and I really didn't want to have him in my apartment at the same time as Taemin 😅

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You had set up your computer so that the CCTV feeds were on the monitor, including the feed from the master bedroom. Making sure that the monitor wouldn’t go to sleep, you got ready for the guest of honour to arrive.

You were grabbing a drink from the fridge when he arrived, fashionably late, strutting in the door without even knocking.

“Hey sexy,” he snarked, planting a hand on your waist and a kiss on your neck. You were startled, not expecting the intimacy, “Christ Kibum, buy me a drink first.” You shrugged him off of you and turned round to give him a playful slap but you stopped when you noticed what he was wearing: a goddamn collar. A collar coupled with tight black jeans, ripped in the thighs and snug against his junk, a neat black suit jacket tapered to enhance his lithe waist, and a sheer, skin-tight top he stole from one of his stylists that does nothing to hide his body.

“Key...” you started, mind struggling to focus, “I’m going to go through the plan for tonight before I launch myself at you.” The only response you got was a smug grin and it took so much effort not to roll your eyes at him. You continued on, “I’ve got the cameras up so that Taemin will see them when he arrives and we’ll keep the door slightly ajar to give him a show if he gets brave or curious. If he happens to make himself known, what do you want to do?”

“Well I’m not going to stop mid-fuck just because Taemin shows up. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s interrupted, and it probably won’t be the last.”

You should have expected Taemin to have walked in on the members at some point, but you were a tad surprised nonetheless.

“Ok then,” you said with a chuckle, “and if he wants to... join in? Just to cover all possibilities.” You weren’t sure if this crossed a line, but the question had to be asked to avoid a lot of potential awkwardness.

He almost scoffed at the question, crossing his arms over his chest. “Babe, do you really think 5 guys spent so many years living and working together in this industry without getting off with each other now and again?”

It was not the answer you had expected, but it made perfect sense.

“Alright, just one more question before I drag you to my bedroom,” you said with lust dripping from your tongue, reaching forward to hook a finger through the D-ring on his collar, “why the fuck did you wear a collar, you little shit?”

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Key’s cock felt so good as you rode him, rolling your hips back and forth, grinding down hard when you needed more. You pulled on the lead that he’d let you clip onto his collar as an attempt at grounding yourself when you sensed you were getting too carried away. It wasn’t long before there was a reminder of why you couldn’t get too lost in pleasure: the front door clicking open. Taemin was here.

You moaned Key’s name loud enough to be heard through the apartment so that you theoretically wouldn't have heard Taemin arriving.

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Taemin hadn’t expected to hear you moaning as he opened the door to your apartment, and he definitely hadn’t expected it to be his hyung’s name being called out after it. Hesitantly, he continued into the apartment, trying to be as quiet as possible. When he reached the living room he stopped in his tracks. There you were on the CCTV on the dual monitors, riding Kibum’s dick like it was the only thing keeping you alive.

It was at this point that Taemin panicked and a flood of conflicting thoughts rushed into his awkward little head. Should he leave? Should he try and make some kind of loud noise so that you realise he's there and stop screaming his hyung’s name? Should he... watch?

He could. He could definitely watch. But then what if he was caught? Oh. What if he was caught... then he might get punished for being a dirty little pervert. He could enjoy that. Maybe he could even join in, fuck your mouth as Key fucked your cunt. Fuck, maybe he could even take your ass and feel the pressure of Key's cock through you.

Snapping back to reality, Taemin noticed he was hard and somehow already had his hand down his trousers, palming himself. He focused back on the monitors. Kibum had you pulled in close to him, hand on the back of your neck, so that he could thrust relentlessly into you from below. Taemin swore he even saw him bite your shoulder. For a moment Taemin looked away from the screen to peer down the hallway towards your master bedroom, nervously edging into the hall, sticking to the wall that the bedroom door was on so that you wouldn’t see him. By the time he’s just a foot or two from the door, he notices that it’s cracked open a few inches, enough for him to see Key grabbing your ass as he continues to thrust hard into you.

He reaches back down to rub his cock through his jeans with his back pressed against the wall to try and avoid being spotted. He hears you almost scream as his hyung hits a particularly sensitive spot and he can’t help but look in again, twisting his head to the left. It was such a sight. He needs more, quickly and quietly he frees himself from his jeans and starts pumping his first up and down his neglected cock, already slick with pre-come.

Distracted by watching and listening to you, Taemin almost blew his cover by throwing his head back, straight into the wall with a thud. He stopped moving, damn near stopped breathing, until he was sure you and Key hadn’t heard him and after a few seconds he was jerking off again.

He was getting close, breath getting a little more strained, just another minute or two and he could sneak away and pretend this never happened but then —

~~~~~~~~~Key groans, sounds like he wants more and- wait, that wasn't Key. Key was looking past you, towards the bedroom door, with a smirk. It was Taemin. You follow Kibum’s gaze and turn yourself towards the door, seeing Taemin standing there like a deer in headlights, one hand wrapped tight around the base of his swollen cock and the other slapped uselessly over his mouth, far too late to catch the needy noise that blew his cover.

Before he has the chance to try and escape in embarrassment, you beckon him over.

“Taemin, come here.” You wished you sounded stern, but you were so fucked out that you probably just sound high as hell.

Taemin shuffles over to you as you lean forward a bit, propping yourself up on your elbows. He stops beside you, too far away to be useful.

“Taemin-ah, I want you in my mouth baby, come here,” you almost whine.

The second he’s close enough you reach out and wrap your lips around his head, sucking on his cock like it was a fucking lollipop. As sloppy as it was, you just needed him like you needed oxygen.

You didn’t have long to savour the taste in your mouth before Kibum launched back into pounding into you from below, hard, fast, with a killer grip on your hips that was bound to leave marks. Taemin took the opportunity to close the gap, letting you take his cock deeper into your mouth, almost to the back of your throat. He started sliding his cock in and out over your tongue in time with Key’s thrusts, your moans and screams of pleasure were stuck, unable to escape from your full mouth.

You weren’t the only one starting to come undone, both of the men invading your senses were also losing their composure; panting as they fucked you, beads of sweat running down their necks, biting their lips to hold back their groans, trying to hold on as long as they could.

Kibum comes first, burying himself as deep as he can inside you until he’s been drained. Taemin comes a few seconds later, finished off by the picture of you being filled with his groupmate’s cum and seeing it start to drip out of your cunt. You swallow his load as he moves away, and suddenly Key wraps his lead around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a revoltingly filthy kiss, tongue lapping into your mouth for a taste of Taemin’s cum.

Key finally lets you go, allowing you to clean up and get dressed. He doesn’t make any effort to move an inch from where he is, whereas Taemin has already made himself decent and sat down in an armchair in the corner of the room, a few feet from the bottom of the bed.

“So, you little pervert,” you start, looking over at Taemin as you try and tidy the duvet around Key, “did you enjoy that?”

Taemin opens his mouth to answer, “I, yes...” but the cogs start turning in his head, “did you... did you plan this?”

You could tell he was surprised, though not offended, but you could almost hear a pout in his voice as if he didn’t get everything he wanted.

“Of course we did,” you said, smiling, “Kibum had mentioned that you’d shown an interest in voyeurism before, but obviously could never do anything about it.”

Taemin simply looked over to his hyung, glaring, sending a silent, “you treacherous little arsehole” over to him. Kibum, with his usual bitchy finesse, simply shrugged and got up to get himself dressed.

Once Key had fixed himself up, he and Taemin left for the night, planning to stop off at some late-night food cart. About an hour later you get a string of texts from Kibum:

K: We got food. And have beer.

K: Taemin’s pouting at me because I got to fuck you and he didn’t.

K: Seriously Y/N he’s being insufferable can you just come down here and sit on his dick please

K: I’ve not seen him as close to a tantrum since that time he couldn’t watch Naeun on a fucking music show

Y: Just go to the underground market and buy him a fleshlight Kibum, he’ll get to fuck me when it’s actually relevant for something he wanted to explore

The texts stopped after that, god only knows if it was because Kibum had abandoned Taemin somewhere, thrown him in a river, or actually bought him some dodgy knock-off fleshlight. You were sure of one thing though: Taemin would need to be handled carefully otherwise he might end up wanting more than you were there to offer.

#shinee smut #taemin smut #key smut #taemin x reader #key x reader #shinee nsfw #taemin nsfw #shinee fic #taemin fic #key fic #key x you #taemin x you #g:shinee #m:taemin #m:key #t:fic #t:writing

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anabsolutemyth · 2 months

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Surprise Guest

Characters/Pairings: Lee Taemin, Choi Minho, Taemin/Reader/Minho

Content: Dubcon, dom/sub dynamic, mild degradation, collaring, slapping, anal, choking/breathplay, double penetration

Word count: 1,139

Taemin leans back on his hands as you bob your head up and down his cock, working him up to get him hard. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, the evening sunlight coming through the massive windows of his bedroom. His body is still pumped from his workout with Minho earlier so every muscle and vein is on show across his arms and torso, giving you a fine view. As your mouth starts to fill with Taemin's stiffening cock, you grab at his sweatpants and pull them down so that every bit of skin is on display to you.

You look up and see Taemin's head tilted back, eyes shut, mouth open ever so slightly to let the softest moan escape. God, he looks so gorgeous, you think to yourself.

You return to what you were doing, licking straight up his shaft and then taking his length back into your mouth, tongue rolling against the veins. He comes back to reality and reaches for his phone, smirking. You figure he's going to take some photos or a video so you put on a show and force yourself to take more of his cock, faster, while gazing up at him.

“You're such a good girl,” he says, putting his phone down and running his fingers through your hair. He’s playing with you, he knows those two words set you off on a path of submissive self-destruction. He beckons you up to him with his finger, mouthing “Come here.” You obey, getting up off your knees and straddling him, and you feel him, thick and hard, rubbing against your jeans.

He gently wraps his hand around your neck, making you slip closer to oblivion. There is a darkness in his eyes, a spark of danger. His mouth quirks up in a smirk as his tongue runs across his bottom lip, before he bites down on it.

“Do you want to be my little plaything tonight, Y/N?” His voice is airy, yet deep, exactly as it is when he wants to dominate you.

You don't speak, just nod in response. Unfortunately Taemin didn't see that as good enough. He squeezes his hand tight, putting pressure on the arteries either side of your neck, sending a cascade of chemicals through your body that pushes you into subspace. Your head feels light, like you're drifting in a daze, your vision isn't focusing, the endorphins hit you like a drug. It's a euphoric trance, your only reality at this moment is you and Taemin. Nothing else exists to you right now.

After what seems like an age, you remember that Taemin asked you a question, if you wanted to be his toy for the night.

“Yes Sir,” you manage to answer. He's happy with that and releases the pressure on your neck, in reality only a few seconds after he started choking you, though it felt like so much longer.

His hand doesn't stay idle, trailing down your neck, your chest, to the waistband of your jeans. He undoes the button, never breaking eye contact with you, then pulls the zip down. His fingers linger on the seam of your pants, touching the sensitive skin below your navel so lightly that it sends shivers through you. Your lips part, a moan close to coming out, but it’s cut off by Taemin’s mouth on yours, leaving you breathless.

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You're filled by Taemin, rocking your hips to take as much of him as you can in this position; full cowgirl with a collar round your neck, complete with a chain lead to give your master control. He keeps it slack, letting you sit up fully on your knees as you ride him. Your eyes are shut, the only things on your mind being the fullness of your cunt and the gentle pressure on your neck.

Until you suddenly feel a pair of hands clasping around your shoulders. What the fuck.

Your eyes fly open, you try to turn around to see what is happening but Taemin's grip on the lead stops you. You can't move, the hands on you holding strong. Taemin just smirks up and you and laughs, it's not light-hearted, it's almost disturbing.

“Taemin what the fuck is—”, a short, firm slap to the cheek interrupts you.

“Have you forgotten your manners? You call me ‘Sir’ or you keep your mouth shut darling,” Taemin cooed after admiring the flush his hand had left on your cheek. “I invited a friend over, he's been telling me how lucky I am to have you, so I decided to let him have a shot of you.”

You felt sick to your stomach. What you and Taemin had wasn't a standard relationship and the sex was rarely vanilla, but this had never been discussed. You both had limits, rules, things that needed worked out together. Never had you even brought up the idea of a threesome, or cuckolding, or whatever the fuck Taemin was suggesting here. If he was... suggesting it. It hadn't sounded like a suggestion, it sounded like the decision had been made for you.

“Tae- Sir, I don't...” you feel the strangers hands move, one to your chest and one up around your neck, thankfully with no pressure, “I don't know if I want to.” You blink away the slightest tear and try to calm yourself.

With a voice dripping in honey and faux-care Taemin tried to soothe you, “Oh baby, don't worry. You know our friend, he's a very nice man, he's not going to hurt you. Right, Hyung?”

Hyung?

Has Taemin... has he pimped me out to one of his fucking group mates?

You knew Jinki was out of the country and Kibum was busy with prep for his next big project so was it...

“Yeah Taemin-ah, I won't hurt her,” the mocking reply ended with a firm squeeze around your throat for a terrifying moment.

Minho.

Before you could really comprehend what had just happened, you felt the bed dip behind you and the blunt head of Minho’s cock pushing against your asshole. You opened your mouth to speak but Taemin was quick to clamp his hand over it.

“It'll be ok baby, Minho-hyung isn't as big as me, you can take him easily.” Taemin was still slowly thrusting up into you as he tried to convince you that this was all ok. “Hyung, lube’s on the floor. She might be a slut, but she's still tight.”

After slicking himself up Minho managed to bury his cock in you. The stretch was painful, not enough lube, and the feeling of being so full was verging on too much. You could feel the two men pushing against your walls, so close to breaking you. When Minho started up a steady rhythm alongside Taemin you had to will yourself not to scream.

#t:fic #Shinee smut #shinee nsfw #taemin smut #taemin nsfw #choi minho smut #choi minho nsfw #shinee fic #g:shinee #m:minho #m:taemin #taemin x reader #minho x reader #choi minho x reader

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anabsolutemyth · 3 months

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Just gonna add that to my thought (thot) bank for this video as well 😂

Mantra: Must not think about him begging someone to fill his mouth. Must not think about him begging. Must not think about him. Must not think.

I failed, obviously. Cock, strap, ballgag, drool gag, random lingerie shoved in there, anything to fill his mouth and stretch his lips. Cum all over his lips, his tongue, that gorgeous face, or all of the above glistening with wetness from eating me out and getting his face ridden like a thoroughbred.

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anabsolutemyth · 3 months

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Mantra: Must not think about him begging someone to fill his mouth. Must not think about him begging. Must not think about him. Must not think.

#nsfw taemin #nsfw shinee #shinee smut #taemin smut #t:misc

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anabsolutemyth · 3 months

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Hey! I saw your post about pairings x weird kinks and I don't know if you write JongTae stuff anymore but if you do could you do blood?

Weird as hell I know but kinda the point I guess? Idk 🤣

Love your blog BTW I've read every single jongtae writing from your masterlist x

"Wait, hold on. I'm gonna pass out."

"you're going to pass out?" Taemin's breath comes out of him in a laugh, confused, astonished. He can't have heard that right. Jonghyun isn't the one tied up with thin knife slices in his shoulders, blood running down his arms, dripping off of his fingers.

Jonghyun isn't the one that's been feeling the sting of the blade, the tingle of nerves, the dull throb of his heartbeat pouring out of his skin. Jonghyun is just sitting there in front of him, knife in hand, hands covered in Taemin's blood, red fingerprints on his cheeks, his neck, streaked down his chest, smeared all over his cock, mixing with pearly white precum.

But Jonghyun is also closing his eyes, taking deep breaths, fanning his face, swallowing hard. "Are you for real?" Taemin asks, grinning, working his hands free of the loose knots keeping his wrists bound to his hips and the wall so he can catch Jonghyun if he needs to.

"Yeah," Jonghyun gasps. He's smiling, too, embarrassed at himself, and he says, "it's just--it's just, you look so beautiful, and I never thought anyone would let me, and I always wanted to but I've always been so scared, and you're so gorgeous, and I kind of want to crawl inside of you, and, like, I already knew but I realized you have to trust me so much, and I--" he sways, he actually gets dizzy, and a tear falls out of his eye.

Laughing, Taemin cradles his head in his arms. So much for the evil kidnapper torture roleplay, he guesses, if Jonghyun is going to get all emotional about how much they love each other or whatever. Way to ruin a good time.

Jonghyun turns and nuzzles into him, giggling against his chest. "Just, like, give me a minute to finish being gay, and then I'll tie you up again," he says.

#🤌 dats the good shit right there #g:shinee #m:jonghyun #m:taemin #t:rec #t:ficrec #blood tw

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anabsolutemyth · 3 months

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Having a DPR moment tonight and got curious about how old IAN is. He's 33.

Suddenly thought back to Taemin saying he'd love to work with him, and him saying the same back in a live, now I'm just thinking about how Taemin's 3 years younger. What the actual fuck lol

Hyung link activated 😂

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anabsolutemyth · 4 months

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Just some perspective: there is activity on my posts daily, but can you guess the date of the last reblog on one of my posts?

December 16th.

Likes. Do. Nothing.

Nada.

Zip.

Feck all.

#t:misc

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anabsolutemyth · 5 months

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Your favorite writers have stopped updating, not returned from hiatus, or simply deactivated altogether, because they get no support.

If you're one of the people who goes to X writer's inbox and says "I know I don't reblog from you-" lemme just stop you right there.

We have lives. We have duties, things to do, responsibilities, because a big chunk of us are adults. It's okay that you have other things, that you're not always available, that you might be going through something and can't always read or reblog everything. Writers get that.

But no writer wants to see you tell them "Hey, I know I don't reblog from you!"

They know. They're in a slump for a reason. The reason isn't you not reblogging or supporting them, the reason is hardly anyone doing it.

And if you go to them and wave the "hey!! I don't reblog from you even though it's all you ask in return for your free work!" card, chances are, the writer will be upset. They can't very well point out how tactless you're being, because then they might just be cancelled or called out for being rude to you when you are deliberately being tone-deaf to their situation as well.

Like you, writers have lives outside. Writers have jobs, or are searching for them; they have worries, duties, things going on, worries, etc.

The difference is they sit for hours upon hours to write, while it would only take you between a second and a minute to reblog.

Reblogging is absolutely not difficult. Fast reblogging is incredibly quick and practical, but "slow" reblogging isn't slow either. You don't even have to add a comment to the reblog, an empty reblog is just as appreciated.

Supporting your writers is literally not difficult, and if you as a reader and as a consumer aren't going to do it, then it's totally fine if you choose not to. Your life, your blog, your choice.

But don't go at a writer to remind them "Hey I know I'm among the people who doesn't support you but I still like what you write" and expect them to be overwhelmed with joy without feeling the slightest tinge of resentment.

Likes do nothing!!!

If you're in the position to support a writer, do it. It's not hard.

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anabsolutemyth · 5 months

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Hello! I absolutely love your taemin writings and I'd love to see more of it! For my request I'd really love to see a x fem reader fic where taemin is a hard dom, go WILD with it please bcs i barely see a lot of good written dom taem fics around here 😭 also i'm very curious to see your vision when it comes to dom taemin bcs the bdsm series that you did of him has me in a chokehold lmao! Thank you 💗

Hello! I'm so glad to hear that you enjoy them 🥰

I do actually have a couple of WIPs that are Dom Taemin focused, I'll try and get back to them shortly because I agree, there isn't enough Dom Taemin writing around, especially for fem readers (a lot of what I see is him domming Kai/Ten/Taeyong).

His concert has really got me thinking that way about him atm as well, he's got so fucking bulky, there'd be no choice but to obey the man 💀

I also really need to get back to writing the Training LTM series... it's just finding the time when the mood to write strikes.

#t:ask #t:req #t:request

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anabsolutemyth · 5 months

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Hello can i request one where the reader and Taemin casually meet eachother in Paris, and they have flashbacks because the city was their last trip together before breakup? Thanks:)))

Hello! TYSM for submitting a request. I know it took some time, but I got to writing it, and I hope you will enjoy it!

Rencontre moi à Paris (Lee Taemin)

Pairing: Lee Taemin (of SHINee) x Reader / OC (story is written in first person and no name is mentioned)

Genre: angst, romance, mature

Word Count: ~3.8k

Warnings: mature, swearing, angst, explicit sexual content.

This is just a story that doesn’t describe Taemin's true character 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!

Summary: basically the request

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Mature content ahead.

18+

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Rencontre moi à Paris (Lee Taemin)

Paris.

Bustling cafés, crowded streets, and people rushing either to their jobs, or to the newest art gallery with temporary exhibitions opened in town.

The rampant palaces, domes and monuments built in a Gothic style contrast the tall buildings with intricate sculpted designs, making the city the perfect mix between modern and traditional, between functional and pleasant to look at.

It's already been 5 years since I've last been here, and walking through these busy streets again feels simply surreal. Many memories I tried to forget about are resurfacing, and even though I enjoy seeing this city again, my mind wanders off to that time, and it feels bittersweet.

I breathe in the November air and continue walking, the familiar unfamiliarity somewhat comforting, and after 20 minutes of going through narrow passages in-between boulevards, I finally reach my destination, and I'm glad to see it's still here, opened, despite the unappealing area that's surely deprived of tourists to keep it alive.

Rencontre moi à Paris – or 'Meet me in Paris', a café I accidentally stumbled upon last time I came here after getting lost with my then-boyfriend.

The weather that time was similar as it is now, and I, too, am similar, even if it's been 5 years since then. The only difference is that now I have an umbrella, whereas then we stumbled upon this café soaked wet and dripping from the merciless rain outside, both of us unequipped and powerless against the black November clouds. That was nothing new, though, as we almost always ventured into things unprepared, head-first as if we were invincible, and our relationship was no different.

Maybe that's why it all went down in flames, leaving me this acidic feeling in my stomach.

It's funny, really. I haven't thought about him in years, but being here, all of the sudden I'm the same 25-year old girl with hopes and dreams, madly in love with him, and heartbroken by his absence, to the point of no return. This truly makes me realise that I never got over him, and I probably never will. It's just that the gaps between thinking about him got longer, they became years instead of seconds, and I somehow turned 30 and haven't seen or spoken to him in 5 years.

After standing like an idiot in front of the café in the pouring rain, I realise that it's best to walk in. The smell of freshly roasted coffee beans immediately invades my nostrils, and I smile to myself noticing the décor is still the same, with vintage round metal tables and matching slightly rusted chairs in front of the large arched windows viewing the street.

I head to the table I once shared with him, displeased to notice a half drunk coffee cup with steam still coming out of it, and a discarded coat on the back of the chair.

Tsk. I utter to myself and sit down at the next table, my back turned to that space filled with good memories and laughter.

I lazily grab the menu and skim through it, pondering between a hot tea and a coffee. On one hand, I'm feeling pretty tired and could use the caffeine, but on the other, bad weather is most enjoyable with a cup of warm tea, so I settle for some green tea, the perfect mix.

Looking outside absent-mindedly, I follow the raindrops fallen on the large glass windows. There is no sign of anyone brave enough to set out in this weather. I don't hear the person behind me returning to their seat, and I get startled when they tap me two times on the shoulder.

I turn around, and my eyes can't believe what I'm seeing. I must've gone as white as a ghost, because he starts chuckling immediately, his warm smile sending alarm bells to my poor heart, that started beating faster.

There he is, dressed in black trousers and a black fitted turtleneck, with his brown hair and perfect pearly whites, looking at me with surprise in his eyes.

"It's really you! How weird to meet you here!" He exclaims with a soft chuckle, and I stand up, shocked.

"Taemin...?" His name plays on my lips, burning my tongue. I haven't said it out loud in years. In fact, I avoided it like the plague, afraid of what saying it would make me think about, but now that I said it, it felt like it was the most natural word that ever came out of my mouth, like my lips missed it, and they wanted me to shout it out all this time I've stayed silent.

All of a sudden, his arms encircle my body and he pulls me in for a hug, and my body reacts unconsciously, grabbing onto his waist and holding tightly, not wanting to let go.

However, we let go, as we can't possibly stay embraced in the middle of a café. I'm not sure he wanted to, anyway.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him, feeling my eyes swell up with tears that I try to swallow back. He looks like he's moved on, and his life looks amazing, and everything is fine, but I... don't really want him to know about mine. I tried so hard to stay away from him, but now...

"I should be asking you the same thing." He chuckles. "Would you join me for a cup of coffee? Or a warm tea, since I know it's your favourite drink when it rains."

I smile, remembering how attentive he's always been about my likes and dislikes. Even when we accidentally found this café 5 years ago, we got caught up in the rain because I mentioned in passing that I'd love to see an unknown painter's works and he found an exhibition in some obscure museum with 15 reviews on Maps. With his bad sense of direction and both our phones discharged, we unsurprisingly got lost, and ended up finding this place to take shelter in from the rain.

I nod and sit down at his table, in my exact same spot from the past, just as the waitress brings me my green tea, her eyes scanning the familiarity between me and the man in front of me.

"Being here, I kept thinking about us. What have you been up to?" He asks me with curiosity, slightly leaning in, as if he would hear me better. He always used to do that in the past, which I loved. It felt like being listened to, being heard.

"Oh, you know... just the usual. Work, chill in bed with Kkoong, meeting up with friends. Nothing much, and certainly not as interesting as what you've been doing." I smile, pointing at his successful career.

"Mhm. Even if my work took off, I truly am the same simple guy I was when we used to-" He abruptly stops and scans my face, before changing the subject. "Anyway, is Kkoong good? Ddaeng misses you two."

"I miss you- I mean, I miss Ddaeng as well." I correct quickly, mentally slapping myself for letting my heart take the lead.

Of course I missed him. So many years have passed, and I am still stuck in a state of inertia. Being with him here again, at this same café, feels like we are still the same clueless 25-year-olds, visiting Paris for the first time, full of hopes and dreams that would only end up crashing and burning in front of our eyes as the weight of the world got too much for us to bear, and love doesn't conquer all.

Taemin doesn't seem to mind my little slip-up. He knows how I've always worn my heart on my sleeve. After all, we've been together for many years, before ultimately breaking up. He knows me the best, and I know him like the back of my hand, still.

"The name of this café is pretty ironic." He says, and I raise an eyebrow.

"Ironic? How so?"

"I mean, Meet me in Paris? Isn't it funny that I've searched for you everywhere in Seoul, but I ended up finding you here, in a café lost in time on the outskirts of Paris?" He looks at his coffee cup, now empty.

Perhaps as empty as the two of us.

Taemin has always been like this, expressing himself in cryptic ways, especially when it comes to feelings that don't easily lend themselves to words.

He searched for me? I wouldn't have known.

When we broke up, I decided to let go of everything I once knew, and left my life with him behind. I took Daeng and I left, I changed my number, deleted my socials, and did everything to stay out of radar, while Taemin did the exact opposite, being everywhere: on billboards, in magazines, on TV...

We were simply too different from each other. We lived in incompatible worlds.

"I also didn't expect you to be here." I smile. "Isn't a star like you too busy to waste his time in a deserted café?" I mock his fame, and he blushes. "Also, I assume the drinks are on you."

"Of course they are!" He exclaimed quickly.

"I don't know, you used to be pretty stingy with money." I shrug playfully, and his cheeks only grow redder. He gets embarrassed and avoids my gaze, before scratching his nape and starting apologetically.

"I was kind of an ass, wasn't I?"

We both laugh, and we talk about anything and everything, watching as day turns to night and noticing the exasperated gaze of our waitress.

"The poor girl wants to go home." I say after a while, noticing her sighing for the 10th time in the past 3 minutes. We've been her only clients today, and she probably hated us for spending so many hours and ordering drinks one after another.

"Would it be so inappropriate of me... to invite you back to my hotel?" Taemin asks hesitantly, and I so desperately wished I had the power to refuse him.

But I don't refuse him, because I missed him, and I want him so much still, and just for these few hours spent talking to him, I felt like breaking up with him might've been a mistake, because I was so painfully still in love with him.

He is perhaps but a guilty pleasure.

We walk out of the café at the end of the world and begin walking slowly next to each other. The rain has stopped, and even if the ground is still wet, Paris stays pretty.

The way we are quietly walking next to each other is in such a stark contrast to how we left the café 5-years ago, embraced, and in love, and loud, that it's almost funny. Maybe we've matured in the meantime, or maybe we just aren't brave enough to grab onto each other so openly in the street anymore.

Maybe we simply aren't as happy. Taemin used to smile so much more brightly, being able to light up any room he was in with his cheerfulness. I've never been that joyful, except for when we were together, because he used to bring out the best in me, until he didn't.

Actually, thinking about it, Paris was not only our last trip together, but also the last time I recall being happy next to him. We broke up not even one month after, and it felt so life-altering in that moment, that it's funny to think that it was simply a regular Wednesday morning. Caught in the moment, he said things he regretted, and I paid him back in the same coin, and it was just the last drop that filled the glass of on-going arguments and differences between our life choices.

I know that we didn't work out because we wanted different things from life, but at the end of the day, it's just water under the bridge.

We continue walking to the hotel without saying much, and I wonder how people see us. In the past, they would be looking at us and chuckling to themselves seeing two dumb idiots in love, but now, there was a palpable tension in the distance between our bodies, that wanted nothing more than to touch each other again.

Of course, his hotel is 5 stars in a good area, and his room is on the last floor. We hop on the elevator and wait and wait and wait, and it's moving so slow, it's eating at me and making me reconsider if this really is a good idea.

Last time we were together, we made out everywhere. On the street, on empty hallways, under the burning eyes of the paintings at the museum – but now?

I turn around with determination and watch how awestruck he is still looking at me, 5 years later, and I wrap my arms around his neck and let my body take the lead, remembering his. Our lips brush against each other shily, but after a few seconds, automatism kicked in.

It's way too easy to fall back into each other's arms.

We start kissing passionately, his hands holding onto my hips so tightly, it might bruise, as if he were afraid I would disappear if he didn't hold onto me, and he pins me up against one of the walls and sticks his tongue down my throat. It's so obvious that my mouth missed him, as they sync perfectly, and it feels as good as it feels bad, like we're eating popping candy each time our tongues touch.

Thankfully no one joins us in the elevator, and Taemin keeps grabbing onto me as we make our way towards his room, that's so large it's ridiculous.

We had limited financial resources back then, so our rooms when travelling were always small and cramped, but we were in love, and it didn't matter. A room this large must've felt cold, when he was here alone.

My back finds the mattress of his king size bed quickly as he undresses me hungrily, and soon enough I am naked waist-down and he is towering over me with a look of raw desire in his eyes.

He presses small pecks on my abdomen and kisses downwards slowly and sloppily, until his mouth makes contact with my thigh, and he spreads my legs apart. I let him do whatever he wants, I just revel in the feeling and let my body remember how he felt like on top of me.

When his mouth connects to my core, tongue licking stripes up and down, I roll my head back and put my hand in his hair, caressing him gently, letting him know what a good job he's doing. He's always loved praise, especially in bed. I wonder if his partners after me knew how to praise him; these small gestures and touches that make him feel appreciated.

His tongue continues working on my clit for a bit, before he moves it down, teasing my entrance, just as he knows I like it.

"You taste so good, baby." He says, letting his tongue enter me, and I moan.

"Taemin, please." I whine, impatient to feel him more.

"Please what?" He chuckles, and I playfully slap him on the head, when he looks at me, a dumb smirk playing on his lips.

"I want you so bad." I whimper, and his smirk drops. He immediately gets on top of me, pressing his body against mine, as if he were my knight and I, his Queen, and I've commanded him something.

There is no time to think anything through with the urgency he's undoing his belt, and the feeling of fullness is quick to overcome me as he slips his dick in me, thrusting mercilessly as if it's the last time we're ever going to be together.

And it might be.

The room is filled with moans and whimpers, and we hang onto each other desperately, our bodies remembering each other perfectly. Our clothes are quick to disappear completely. He slips my blouse off and clasps off my bra, his mouth instantly connecting to my nipples, and I, with the same neediness, grab on his turtleneck and help him take it off. Seeing his naked body, I involuntarily clench around him, and the way he moans sends shivers down my spine.

"I missed you so fucking much." He says, voice full of painful beauty as he kisses my collarbones and nibbling on the sweet spot between them and my neck, and I melt once again against his touch, and I know that I'm going to get my heart broken again, but once you start something and the lines start blurring, it's already too late to stop, for you get greedy and you want more.

"I missed you too." I cry out and indulge myself in his touch.

The way he caressed my body was still the most intimate someone touched me. I've had my fair share of partners before him, and many others after, and this still hasn't changed. Taemin's body and mine are made for each other, and this fact gives my heart a sharp pang.

"My love, ever since I lost you, I searched for you in every woman I've been with. I am no longer creative, and I so desperately want it all back, the way it was. I want us back." He confesses while he's thrusting in me.

But what point is there in wanting? I think, but it's so hard to stay focused, with his dick grazing against my sweet spot over and over, when I'm almost seeing stars.

My toes become a curling mess and I wrap around him, and oh, how well he knows me, for he realises I'm so close, and knows exactly how to move his hips right, and I reach my high and hold him so tight, our shadows become one, completely indistinguishable. It's so good that I start getting ashamed of the loud sounds I'm making. Taemin, however, doesn't seem to mind, it even seems to send him over the edge, because his thrusts become sloppy, and his eyes are closed tightly; he looks focused, faint lines on his forehead giving him away.

I am moaning his name, and he is moaning mine, and dancing the Devil's tango has never felt so right, but in the end, if what we're doing is a sin, then we should just be sinners.

He presses his plum lips on mine, muffling both our moans, and he comes inside me, cupping my face with his hands.

"My muse, please don't leave me again... I promise you I won't make the same mistakes..." He kisses me hard, and if until now I was able to control my tears, they are now breaking my wall of strength, and he wipes them off my cheeks with his thumbs and kisses them away.

"Taemin... empty promises will wear..." I say, and he shakes his head.

"Please... don't leave me again... I've just found you..." He insists, sounding so needy, I melt. But how can I go back to how we were in the past? What if what he's feeling for me is not love, but limerence?

I no longer want to make any mistakes. We were so wrong for each other; what guarantee is there that this time we'll get it right?

At the end of the day, we are still different people, living our lives in different ways, so...

He guides me to the bathroom and we wash each other, just as we used to do. Five years ago, when we came here, we had such a small bathroom, we barely had space to shower at the same time. This bathroom now, however, is so much bigger, it's almost uncomfortable.

There's too much space between us we simply can't fill.

We then head to bed and fall asleep embraced, but as I always used to, I wake up way too early, and being tangled up in his sheets like this makes me think that maybe giving us another chance wouldn't be so bad. However, even if we share the same bed, we still have different dreams, and that's not something that can get changed easily. If it were, we would've never broken up in the first place.

I get up, careful not to wake him up, and get dressed slowly, thinking thinking thinking thinking.

I could get out and make sure he'll never see me again.

But... is that what I really want?

~one year later~

Paris is still the same bustling city I remembered it to be, but my safe corner is as quiet as usual.

Rencontre moi à Paris still smells of coffee beans, the chairs are still rusted, and not much has changed in a year, except for the wallpaper on the wall that's slightly ripped around the corners.

I slowly head to my table, occupied by a brunette man in a black fitted turtleneck, who sits with his back turned.

I don't say anything, I simply walk over and sit right in front of him, in my empty chair, and he raises his gaze from the cup, his eyes glimmering in the soft lights.

"Taemin." I smile. "You really came."

"You're fucking crazy." He shakes his head in disapproval. "Who leaves like that?"

"Like what?" I chuckle and play dumb.

"Like what?" He imitates me, and I stick out my tongue at him. "Normal people leave their phone numbers at least, but you?! You fucking- who the hell leaves a note like this?!" He angrily takes out a napkin carefully folded and throws it on the table in front of me.

Rencontre moi à Paris, 18 November, 15:00. Is what is written in pen in my handwriting.

Seeing it, I chuckle.

"You kept it!"

"What if I wouldn't have been able to change my schedule and come here?" He scolds me, but I just shrug.

"That would've meant nothing's changed, and that I made the right choice to not give you my number last year."

"I told you, didn't I? I won't make the same mistakes again. I really want to make us work."

"Then... shall we go back to your hotel? I really missed you. Besides, we don't want the waitress to stare daggers at us again, do we?" I whisper with a slight laugh and stand up, giving him my hand, and he takes it quickly and kisses it tenderly.

"I missed you too, my love. Please never disappear on me again..."

I smile and nod, and we get out of the café hand in hand. His thumb slowly brushes against the back of my hand, and I smile, because I truly missed him, and I was glad he actually listened to the stupid note I left on the napkin and came here.

Perhaps we won't fuck it up this time around, and we will finally be happy together, for we are already in madly love, and time apart hasn't changed that.

After all, two negative signs added together make a positive, right?

~The End~

#I remember reading this on AO3 and being mighty impressed #was really lovely and honestly something a bit different #t:ficrec #t:rec #g:shinee #m:taemin

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anabsolutemyth · 6 months

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I'm writing dom Taemin and I'm going to bloody finish it. I swear everything I write has him subby as fuck so I really need to get some dom representation done 😅

#t:misc #I genuinely keep getting distracted by new ideas but I can't finish any of them

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anabsolutemyth · 6 months

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Glad I'm not alone in these thoughts 😂 Thank you so much though, it's great to hear feedback from folk!

NSFW A to Z - Taemin

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

If it’s late and you’re both tired, he’s just a grabby-hands little snugglebug. Will grab onto you, pull you in close, and not let you go.

If there’s still plenty of the day ahead then he’s going to (just about) manage to drag himself away from you to make coffee and run the bath. That’s his aftercare, hugs, a hot drink, and a hot bath. Just ignore that the “relaxing” hot bath might just lead down the same sexy path as before.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Listen, we all know that Taemin loves his lips, and his legs... and his ass. Guy shows them off at any given opportunity. Overall I'm hedging my bets on his favourite being his lips, he spends so much time playing with them.

As for his favourite part of his partner? I'm going to say the same again: the lips. I'm fully convinced that there's a bit of an oral fixation going on with him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

There's a bit of duality here... when it comes (lol) to Taemin coming on, or in, his partner, he prefers the creampie option. It's not enough of a preference to push it over the line into kink or fetish territory, but I could see him hesitating to come on his partner's face/back/chest/etc.

However, when Taemin's the one taking a load, he wants to be soiled, to be tainted, to be stained by it. He wants his perfect skin to be dirtied. He wants to be marked by his partner. Doesn't matter if it's over his face and lips, up his back, dripping down over his ass cheeks, he just wants to look like a cheap whore.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants a big jock to take him in the changing room after a long workout. Not really a dirty secret, is it?

Here’s the dirty part: he wants to be used like a filthy little pig. He wants to be bred, then forced to swallow the cum that drips out of his ass. He wants to have his face shoved into those sweaty, hairy jock pits. He wants to be manhandled into licking the sweat off the guy’s balls. He wants to be pissed on. He wants to be degraded and called a disgusting cockslut.

And after all that, he wants to be thrown aside and left there, unsatisfied, untouched, his cock leaking onto the floor.

(Please don't ask what demons I was fighting when I wrote this, I don't know)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I don’t think the experience was there when he came out with Ace, not to the level that some folk would imagine anyway, but it’s certainly caught up now.

Plenty of experience and a good variety too. He’s had time to experiment and explore, so he knows what he likes and how to please his partners, but there’s still plenty more he wants to try.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

When both giving and receiving: Up. Against. The. Wall.

The number of times he’s spoken about Kabedon in interviews (and also included it in a JP choreo), this has to be the only correct answer.

He’s got a surprising amount of upper-body strength, so lifting his partner and fucking them against a wall would be no issue for him. If his partner’s smaller though, he’s going to go out shopping for a shallow side table so they can perch his ass on that while still having his back against the wall and their hands under his thighs as they fuck him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Definitely leaning more towards being serious in the moment. Whether that be sensually making love, being dominant and rough, or submitting to a partner. I can’t see him taking anything lightly, his demeanour/attitude would match the situation.

Foreplay might be a bit more light-hearted though, and moments where he's making some kind of romantic gesture. I doubt he could take himself too seriously there, but once things start to get heated he's going to have his head in the game.

That being said, the man is clumsy as fuck. It’s almost guaranteed that, at least once in a blue moon, he’ll end up causing a giggle fit by knocking over a candle or tripping over his own feet trying to get into a harness or some daft shit.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s naturally quite light on body hair so there’s no happy trail to follow but he’s got a nice patch of hair down there. Keeps it neat, it’s never going to get bushy, but there’s certainly a good bit to tickle your nose on.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Insatiable. In many ways. Whether it's just in chasing his own high, in worshipping the body of his lover, in pushing limits, he just never has enough.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

There's nothing fancy going on when he gets himself off, he just keeps it simple.

Phone out, pulls up whatever porn takes his fancy at that moment, probably gets hard before unzipping/slipping down whatever trousers he's wearing. After all, the man's a known free-baller, so palming his cock through the fabric will give him enough friction to get stiff.

Eventually though, he'll get his dick out and jack off. Don't expect his clothes to come off though. At the most, he's going to hike up his top a little if he doesn't feel like getting messy. Most of the time there'll probably be some cum stains to get out of his clothes though.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

"Or more..." christ, we'd be here all day.

I mean, let’s be real here, even just within his performances and music videos he’s shown a liking for submission, domination, bondage, sensory deprivation, and choking/breath play. A lot of stuff in his work also seems rather voyeuristic (with him on the receiving end/being the victim, so to speak), so we’re as well adding that into the list as well. Lee Taemin, a voyeurs wet dream.

Seeing as it’s singled out, I’ll focus on that. I’m not sure he’d be going as far as being an exhibitionist, where he’d be knowingly performing sexually in front of others. I think it would be more of an almost consenual non-consent situation, eg. he’d let a partner know that he wants to be watched, and will give plenty of opportunity for them to do so (leaving doors open/unlocked, curtains open, forgetting to end a video call, etc.), but he wants it to be... unknown. He doesn’t want to know that someone is watching, he just gets off on knowing that someone could be watching, and if he so happens to catch a glimpse of his partner peering in the door surreptitiously then he’ll just keep going for them.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

As much as he enjoys risky quickies in dressing rooms or recording booths, he really loves luxury.

The ideal would be a high-end hotel suite. It gives him options as well: on the softest bed with the most exquisite sheets, up against the wall in a granite-lined shower, in the heated terrace pool overlooking whatever city he was touring in, bent over the balcony where anyone could see you.

It covers everything, even the semi-public desire.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Touch, touch, touch.

Touching his partner, his partner touching him. Not necessarily anything inherently sexual, but gentle and playful touches, maybe even done absentmindedly. After a few minutes he'll start to feel the heat and make a move to turn things to sin.

Just feeling his partner's body in his hands can start to drive him wild. He's definitely a man who could spend time devoted to worshipping his partner's body, or have his partner worship his.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bloodplay, in certain ways.

Blood itself wouldn't be the no-go/turn-off, he would probably relish seeing a pearl of red on his partner if they'd been whipped or caned, or nails or teeth had dug a bit deep, etc. That sort of thing would be a turn-on.

The turn-off, I believe, would be in bloodplay where the sole focus was on drawing blood. Using scalpels, razors, or needles to draw blood would be a definite no-go for him, and by extension medical play would probably be a limit for him as well, soft or hard depending on what was on the table.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers giving by a mile. He knows he has a pornstar mouth and he’s determined to put it to good use.

He doesn’t care what piece of kit he’s working with, he’ll suck it or fuck it with his mouth and tongue as needed. Will gladly keep going until he’s told to stop, even after his jaw starts to ache. He’s not faint of heart either. Get him to lay down and hang his head over the edge of the bed for a nice, deep throatfuck. He’ll thank you later... once he can talk again.

When it comes to receiving, he’s still not going to say no, though I imagine he prefers a little bit extra and not just a plain old blowjob. Maybe add in a vibrating cock ring or butt plug. If there’s no toys around, at the very least give his hole and taint some attention. After all, oral isn’t all about using your mouth, you’ve got two hands as well so you best bloody use them.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Both in equal measure, even if that sounds like a cop-out.

Sometimes people want gentle, loving, sensual sex, and sometimes people want a rough fuck. Taemin would be no different. Whichever pace he chose would always be smooth as silk though, the man knows how to use every muscle in that stunning body of his.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves them.

Rushing to leave the house for a schedule? He'll take the opportunity to fuck you against the door before he goes.

Waiting for rehearsals? He'll take you fast in the venue's storeroom.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s all for some risk and it ties in well with his love of quickies.

Quickies means no time to prepare, which means the location won't be ideal, and it'll likely be somewhere that other people could theoretically stumble across. So he's down for some risk. Fuck, he probably gets off on the thought of being caught.

Naturally, he's always down to experiment with kinks and toys that are new to him as well.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Listen, the man can physically dance his tiny little ass off for 3 hours straight and still be standing at the end of it. He isn't going to be phased.

Even if he comes, he's not going to call it quits right away. He'll be happy to find other ways to please you, or be pleased by you, until he's hard again. He's a sucker for punishment, so I could see him being one of those rare men who could keep it up through multiple orgasms and be milked dry if the right techniques were used.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

God yes, although they're more for use on a partner or by a partner. I can't see him being one to use toys on himself particularly much unless he's been told to by a dom/me.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

In love as he is in life, he’s a nightmare of a tease.

If you want to come and he's in control, it won't happen. If you've already come and want to stop, but he's in control, then he's going to overstimulate you until you come again and again.

He'll hold his dick out of reach of your mouth if you're on your knees to blow him, making you pout and beg and reach for it like a puppy after it's favourite treat. All with that dumb, playful, shit-eating grin on his face.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Have you listened to any number of his songs? Yes? Then there you go, you know how he sounds.

Bonus points if you suffered through Final Life because, congrats! You now know how he sounds, and how he looks, when he's taking some good dick.

Jokes aside though, he's fairly loud. His moans are angelic (Satan was an angel after all), he'll whine, he'll swear, he'll probably renounce his faith and entrust his soul to Abraxas if you fuck him well enough.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I feel like I've pulled out a random headcanon or two already 😅

How about some rapid-fire phrases that paint a picture...

Catholic guilt, flagellation, masochism, worship, idolatry. He will worship at the altar that is you.

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Fuck it, this came to me in the middle of the night:

Taemin is humble, but he also has 2 things that are important to this next little headcanon: a narcissistic streak and a possessive streak.

So, on to the headcanon...

Taemin wants to fuck his juniors (hoobaes/dongsaengs/whatever you want to call them). Any idol below him in the hierarchy of debut dates and Korean ages who idolises him, he wants as his own. All his fanboys and fangirls in the industry.

(I hate to have to explicitly state this, but some people are so dense that it needs to be clarified: legal only, obviously.)

Ideally he'll take them in their own bed, especially if they're still in a dorm/shared house, as difficult as it may be to find time when the rest of the group are out. So if that's not possible, he'll have them in his, and he'll make sure they're left spent and filled no matter where he fucks them.

He won't be gentle or loving, he'll get them on their hands and knees and pound them doggy style until he's satisfied.

There's something primal about it. The desire to own them, mark them as his, and doing it somewhere that is meant to be their private space would add fuel to the fire.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s no Ron Jeremy, but he’s got an above-average package. Picture a thick 6/6.5 inches when hard, probably about the same in girth. Still a nice size when he’s soft, maybe about 4 inches, he really does have an attractive dick.

Oh, he’s also uncut. Yes I am aware that South Korea has a horrifically high rate of circumcision thanks to the US of A, but I’m determined that it’s the one saving grace of being a Catholic. Catholicism is not keen on it. So sue me, I headcanon Taemin having a nice natural cock.

A nsfw visual for those who want it

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High enough that random sexting in the middle of the working day wouldn't be particularly unheard of. If he was the one working then no, you'd be safe. But if he didn't have any schedules and was just relaxing at home? Safe to expect a sultry selfie followed by pictures of himself in the mirror, shirtless, his hand down his trousers, a short video, some audio clips of him moaning. You get the gist.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Unless he's just been put through the wringer in a submissive role then he's going to wait for his partner to fall asleep first before he drifts off.

If he has just been dommed to within an inch of his life though, he's going to be out like a light the second that the aftercare starts to hit.

#t:misc

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anabsolutemyth · 6 months

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Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it!