#SHINee x Shawol

[eunhyukie]

Important Dates For Shawols -

January 12th - 2015

💎Jonghyun Solo Debut

April 8th - 1990

💎Jonghyun's Birthday

May 25th - 2008

💎SHINee Korean Debut

May 26th - 2011

💎SHINee Japanese Debut

June 27th - 2008

💎Official Fandom Colour - Pearl Aqua

June 30th - 2016

💎Taemin's First Japanese Solo Concert

July 18th - 1993

💎Taemin's Birthday

July 27th - 2016

💎Taemin's Japanese Solo Debut

August 15th - 2014

💎Taemin's Korean Solo Debut

August 31st - 2008

💎Official Fandom Name (Shawol)

September 23rd - 1991

💎Kibum's Birthday

November 6th - 2018

💎Kibum's Solo Debut

December 5th - 2018

💎Jinki's Solo Debut

December 9th - 1991

💎Minho's Birthday

December 12th - 2022

💎Minho's Solo Debut

December 14th - 1989

💎Jinki's Birthday

December 18th - 2017

💎Moon-Angel Day

December 26th - 2010

💎First SHINee Concert

PSST!!! I will add more!

[smileydk]

Lights, Camera, Action

Pairing: Idol!Taemin x Photographer!OC

Summary: Jiwoo and Taemin have been married for a whole decade. They both debuted in SHINee. As SHINee approached their 15th anniversary Jiwoo started pursuing photography.

Who'd be a better guinea pig model than her own husband?

cw/tw: fluff, cute, praising, suggestive, kissing

Note: I'm obsessed with Taemin lately. Why I don't know. But he's so handsome and pretty, and gorgeous, and sexy and- yeah

''Taeminie my babyyy~'' Jiwoo walked through the front door with a sweet smile on her lips.

Taemin, sitting on the couch, looked up from the book he was reading and raised a knowing eyebrow. ''Yes, my dearest wife? What are you gonna subject me to this time?''

Jiwoo smiled and walked over to the couch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked down at him with a pleading smile.

Taemin knew that smile very well. Whenever she wanted him to do something she'd smile like that.

''You know how I've been taking photography classes, right baby?'' Taemin nodded. ''Right, so this week's assignment was to photograph something sexy... so I thought who's better for the job than the Lee Taemin?''

Taemin chuckled as he leaned his head against the back rest. He looked up at Jiwoo, who was already looking down at him and pursed his lips.

Jiwoo leaned down and kissed his lips sweetly.

''Will you please help me, baby?'' Jiwoo fluttered her eyelashes sweetly.

''I can't, and you know I can't. I told you this morning. And I know you know since you call be "baby". I have to go to the dance studio and work on the "Guilty" choreography. I would help you if I-''

Jiwoo pouted. ''Pretty please?''

Taemin chuckled. ''I don't have ti-''

''Pretty please with sugar on top?! If you loved me-'' Taemin raised an eyebrow. ''-you would help me''

Taemin sighed. ''You're annoying''

''I know. And since you won't help me, I'm calling Minho'' Taemin nodded for her to go on.

So she did.

She found her phone and found Minho's contact. She pressed his contact and put it on speaker phone. Taemin just sat there.

''Jiwoo! My favorite Lee! 'Sup?''

Taemin glared at the phone. ''What do you mean "favorite Lee?!" I thought it was me!''

In the background Jiwoo and Taemin heard Onew cursing at Minho for calling someone else his favroite Lee.

''Too bad, you ain't. And neither are you, Hyung! Now, how can I help my favorite Lee''

''So, for my photography classes I have to photograph something sexy, and Taemin's an ass and won't help me, so would you like to be my sexy model? Maybe something shirtless, or maybe-''

Taemin grabbed Jiwoo's phone from her hands and glared at his wife. ''Buh-bye Hyung, we don't need you''

''Goodbye, see you tom-''

Jiwoo laughed loudly as Taemin ended the call in the middle of Minho's sentence. He chucked her phone behind his shoulder. He turned to his wife and raised an eyebrow.

''You're a bully''

''So you'll help me?'' Jiwoo smiled sweetly.

Taemin sighed loudly. ''Fine! I'll call Noona and tell her practice is off'' He picked up his own phone. ''You're lucky I love you'' He mumbled a pouty tone.

As he ended the call, telling "Noona" he was sick and couldn't dance today. "Noona" didn't believe him for a single second, but she let it slide this time.

She did however warn him if he repeated this she would come to their apartment and drag him to the dance studio herself.

''Now, back to your little rendezvous, do we have any studio lights? Or any equipment at all?''

Jiwoo's sweet, kiss-ass look, switched into a sheepish look. ''I might have bought a camera, studio lights and all that before asking you''

''Why?''

''I just- my backup plan was Minho, I knew he would accept without a fight'' Jiwoo smirked as she headed out the door to get the stuff she bought.

Taemin gasped dramatically. ''How dare you even think of Minho as a backup?'' His wife simply smiled and kissed his cheek.

After they'd set up all the different lights and cameras, and props and whatnot that Jiwoo had brought home, in the bathroom, the woman turned to her husband with a smirk.

''And now, you. We gotta change all...'' Jiwoo moved her hands around her husband's body. ''...this''

''What? I look sexy as I am'' Taemin raised an eyebrow.

''Well that I won't deny. But! This is not what I invisioned...'' She motioned to his oversized hoodie and sweatpants. ''I was thinking that it could fit with your upcoming comeback... so I might have got you a completely new outfit''

She dug out a white tank-top, a pair of white boxers and a pair of blue, baggy (jeans) pants. Taemin reluctantly took the clothes and changed out of his sweatpants and hoodie.

As he showed the outfit to Jiwoo she held up a finger. She started pulling and adjusting his pants. She could feel Taemin's smirk on his lips as her hands brushed past his lower stomach.

''Shut up'' She mumbled and continued her adjusting.

''I didn't say anything!'' Taemin exclaimed and placed his hands on his hips.

Jiwoo ignored him and stepped back. She looked him up and down. He posed jokingly and Jiwoo chuckled.

Jiwoo stood him in front of the bathroom. ''Let's... add a bit of choreo to the photo. Right hand under shirt, show off your stomach. You know, the key move''

Taemin smirked. ''If you wanted me naked you should've just asked, baby''

''Ha. Ha'' Jiwoo laughed sarcastically and loooked at her husband with a forced smile. ''Pose, asshole''

''Yes, ma'am!'' Taemin saluted her and did as she'd wished. ''Lights, camera, action''

Jiwoo stared at him for a moment. ''You're such a weirdo'' Taemin flashed a dorky smile.

Jiwoo continued staring at Taemin as he did the pose she requested. It looked good, but not enough. ''Head down. Hand around your neck''

Taemin did as instructed.

This was another reason as to why Jiwoo wanted to work with her own husband, he'd been in the industry for so long. He knew exactly how to pose, he followed instructions well and he was naturally sexy.

Perfect sexy model.

Jiwoo snapped a few pictures of Taemin in that pose, altering some small things. When she was satisfied with it she showed it to model himself.

''Wow, I look good'' Jiwoo chuckled. ''What are you laughing at? I look sexy. Who knows, maybe these will be my concept photos? You're good at this''

Jiwoo blushed as he praised her. ''You really think that?''

Taemin nodded and hugged her tightly. ''The best! Now, next pose!''

The afternoon continued. Taemin posed as Jiwoo instructed. It started professionally, Taemin answered Jiwoo being very serious about the whole thing.

Then it slowly turned into Taemin doing as he wished and Jiwoo accepting it.

After almost 3 hours of snapping photos they decided to wrap it up.

''I'm gonna edit these a bit. Then you can see them''

Taemin pouted. ''I wanna see them now!''

Jiwoo raised an eyebrow. ''Taemin, sweetie, you're 30, not a toddler. You'll see them when I'm done''

''Okay...''

However, editing proved to be difficult when you had a 30 year old husband who decided he needed attention at this exact moment.

Jiwoo was trying to edit the pictures she seemed to be the best ones. Taemin sat behind her on the bed, legs on each side of her body, arms around her waist as he watched her edit.

His shin rested on her shoulder as she tapped away on the computer.

Taemin's attention span was about the same as a 5 year old, on a sugar high.

His fingers started tapping a rhythm on Jiwoo's thighs and he started humming to himself. Jiwoo turned around and raised an eyebrow. She'd told him if he wanted to sit here. Silence.

He quickly stopped.

But then his attention started wearing thin again. He found a hairbrush ans some hair ties Jiwoo had laying around.

He carefully started brushing Jiwoo's hair and braiding it. Jiwoo stopped her editing and turned around. She smiled.

''You really have no patience. You're like a five year old'' Jiwoo examined the braid. It was good.

''Yet you love me. Besides, if I was a five year old, wouldn't that make you a predator?''

Jiwoo raised her eyebrow. ''Ha. Ha''

''I'll go cook or something. Have a good editing session''

''Love you!'' Jiwoo yelled through the house as Taemin bounced down the stairs.

''Love you more!''

After Jiwoo'd edited the photos she headed into the kitchen to show Taemin.

Taemin, who was making tteokbokki, was amazed.

''My wife's so talented! And I'm much more sexy than Minho-Hyung would ever be''

Jiwoo chuckled and patted his cheek. ''That's your opinion''

''Whatever. You and I both know I'm speaking facts. Now, I think these are perfect for my concept photos this comeback. And I'm saving money if use my lovely wife's hard labor''

''Who said I'm free?'' Jiwoo raised an eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips. ''I'm an expensive bitch''

''Well... expensive? Yes. But bitch? No. What do you want as pay? I could think of a few things I know you'd like'' Taemin smirked as he placed his own hands on Jiwoo's.

Jiwoo chuckled and shook her head. ''You're such a pervert''

Taemin couldn't see the problem. She wanted pay. He had something to pay with. Which they'd both enjoy.

''Besides. I have to send these in for class and-''

Before Jiwoo could finish her sentence Taemin pressed his lips against hers. Jiwoo giggled as he pulled away.

''You talk too much sometimes''

''And you have too little patience. Your tteok is burning'' Jiwoo pointed at the pan, which smoked a bit more than it should've.

Taemin turned around and spotted the pan. He quickly moved it from the heat. He smiled awkwardly as he turned back to his wife.

''It's not burnt. It just... on the verge of burning. Want some?''

Jiwoo smiled. He was so cute. And he tried cooking. Which he rarely did. ''Of course I will''

As they are Taemin's half-burnt creation Taemin smirked. ''Next time you should do a budoir photoshoot''

Jiwoo choked on the food. ''Lee Taemin!? WHAT THE FUCK!?''

''What? It was just an idea! I'm sexy. You're a great photographer. And...''

''You just want a reason to get naked'' Jiwoo deadpanned him. ''And don't even deny it, you're... you''

''Oh baby. If I wanted to be naked I'd be naked'' He winked and continued eating his food.

''Fuck you, Lee Taemin''

''Anytime, baby''

[spacecrazyy]

having insane brain rot from Taemin because of kcon la. I am loosing my mind.

[imaginidol]

Taemin: Distant Bells Are Ringing

I don’t always leave an author’s note but I loved writing this for my anonnie’s request <3. So much so that I listened to both the instrumental pieces I mention in this headcanon whilst writing it, and I 100% would recommend you guys do the same bc I felt like crying the whole time lolzzz hope u like it !! :)

A sound of faint, classical music catches your attention as you’re exiting your dark SUV. Your bodyguard outstretches his hand in your direction, offering to lead you carefully out of the vehicle. You look around happily as you lift the sides your long, elegant gown, planting your heels firmly on the ground as you made your way to the entrance of the wedding venue.

“Thank you for coming tonight,” the familiar voice of your wedded friend’s brother greets you at the doors. “I can’t believe you made it!”

“Of course I had to come, how could I miss one of my closest friend’s wedding!? Thank you for inviting me,” you say as the boy leads you inside.

You walk into the beautifully decorated wedding venue, admiring every detail about the grandiose place in awe. Your eyes travel from the high vaulted ceilings to the intricately designed stained-glass windows. The center isle is filled with gorgeous arrangements of flowers and floral arches. All around, people were murmuring in excitement as the ceremony would soon begin.

You’re about to walk to your seat when all of a sudden, you nearly let out a shriek at the touch of a person’s arm against your shoulder.

“What the—,” you quickly turn around and find yourself making unexpectedly hard eye-to-eye contact with none other than…

Lee Taemin.

Honestly? This probably wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for the absolute heart-wrenching heartbreak I had to endure all alone after we broke up…

Your mind quickly threatens to recall all the miserable nights you cried yourself to sleep for the boy standing in front of you, but you immediately brush them aside and plant the biggest smile on your face instead.

I can’t think of the past now.

“Taemin! Oh, I didn’t know you were here,” you say, awkwardly looking around to make sure no people were looking your way. It was no secret to the media that you and Taemin were once a favorite celebrity couple sought out by all kinds of fans, journalists, and paparazzis alike.

“Of course I’d be here. Don’t you remember we met through the bride?”

“Oh, right,” you answer, letting out an awkward half-laugh.

“I saw you walk in and I couldn’t not tell you how… how amazing you look!” he says, an innocent smile spreading across his face.

“Thank you, Taemin. You look pretty handsome yourself, actually,” you cheekily say back.

“Mister and Missus,” the voice of an older gentleman approaches you both. “Allow me too guide you to your reserved seats tonight,” he says, guiding you and Taemin into the ceremonial room.

“Oh, we’re not togeth—” you stop your sentence when you feel Taemin place his hand against your back, following the gentleman to wherever he seemed fit.

“Thank you,” you say to the gentleman anyway once you’ve reached your reserved seats.

Taemin sits next to you and, to your surprise, there aren’t many other people sitting in your section yet.

“Uh, Taemin?” You carefully look around the room before whispering into his ear, “we’re the only people sitting in this row right now… doesn’t it look a little…”

“Scandalous?” He finishes, giving you a smirk. “I’d be surprised if someone doesn’t take any pictures of us tonight.”

“Right,” you huff, turning your attention back to the front of the room.

For a moment, neither says a word, until Taemin finally speaks up.

“So… how’ve you been?”

“I’ve been… I’ve been good.”

“Yeah, I hear you’ve released a few albums since we last spoke. They’re really good. I really liked your most recent comeback,” he says quietly.

“Thank you, it means… a lot, actually.”

There is another awkward silence, before you speak up this time.

“How about you? How have you and SHINee been?”

“We’re still aiming to be the best we can be,” he smiles. “You don’t listen to us anymore, huh?”

“What? Of course I do. Just because you and I were… a thing… doesn’t mean I don’t love Minho any less.”

He scoffed. “Minho was always your bias, huh? Even when we were a ‘thing’?”

“Well, duh,” you roll your eyes, “look at him. He’s gorgeous!”

“Whatever,” he says, looking around him as a few other couples and guests slowly filled the seats more and more.

“You know,” he says, crossing his arms and turning his eyes toward you, “I only started talking to you just now ‘cause I don’t think I know anyone else here…”

“I thought you said you wanted to talk to me to tell me I looked pretty?”

“Oh, oops, yeah, that too,” he smirked. “It worked, ‘cause you’re still talking to me.”

“You’re still so annoying,” you say, crossing your legs.

He laughs mischievously, lightly punching your thigh.

“Isn’t it crazy how we almost instantly clicked again after so many years of not talking, though?”

You don’t answer him for a moment, thinking carefully of the words you’d say next.

“I guess,” you start to respond, “even after we went our separate ways, our comfort when being around each other never really went away.”

“Hmm,” he ponders, “why do you think that is?”

You don’t get a chance to respond because the ceremony begins, and all guests’ attention turns towards the front of the room.

The wedding ceremony of you and Taemin’s mutual friend plays out flawlessly beautiful.

An organist begins playing O Holy Night, at the request for the bride’s entrance. The bride walks in gracefully as ever. Her princess-styled silk dress was intricately decorated with mesh flowers, her long-sleeved white gloves featured complex designs of floral delicacies. Even from the bride’s back-view, her long, delicately designed dress tail captured and maintained all eyes on her.

Taemin had quietly moved his eyes from the bride at one point and turned his attention secretly to you.

You also looked lavishing in your dark green gown tonight, beautifully complementing the colors of the wedding decor altogether. Taemin couldn’t help but wonder if…

…if you could ever be his bride.

His eyes slowly began to water at the recollection of hundreds of shared memories alongside of you as your partner.

All the laughs, the jokes, the cries, the arguments, the make-ups, the love you shared privately in more ways than one.

He had… missed you.

Why’d we have to break up? He thoughtfully wonders as the bride and groom begin taking their vows.

If only we’d worked through our problems and not run away from them…

But it was almost every day that the arguments would arise.

The bride and groom exchange wedding bands and hold their hands together.

Taemin turns his eyes from the soon-to-be-married couple and focuses again on you.

Yes, while you were physically close to him at this very moment, he couldn’t help but think about how far you truly were.

If only I’d tried harder from my end, Taemin thinks defeatedly. I’ve been through the best and the absolute worst of this industry. If only I hadn’t let the malicious false rumors of that cheating scandal get the best of you…

The old priest raises his hands towards the crowd.

…maybe it would’ve been us on that pulpit by now.

He announces the couple as husband and wife.

But I couldn’t protect you without losing myself in the process.

The groom and bride share their first kiss as husband and wife, and the room erupts into loud cheers and happy tears. The organist beings playing the all-too familiar tune of Mendelssohn’s Wedding March, and the new man and wife begin preparing to make their way back down the isle for their final grand ceremonial exit.

Taemin closes his eyes as a couple tears begin rolling down his cheeks. He’s in too deep in his own thoughts when he feels the soft touch of a cloth rubbing against his face.

His eyes open and he makes direct eye contact with you.

You’d taken a handkerchief from your purse and wiped the tears gently from his face, not saying a word.

All around you, white confetti and red flower petals fall as the bride and groom begin exiting the room, the cheers of their guests roaring louder, the organist’s musical arrangement filling the room with l endearing excitement.

You and Taemin are caught frozen in each other’s gaze for a moment in time. Your hand is gently cupped around his face, his tears have slowed, and your emotions are caught in a trance.

What ever will we do? You think to yourself.

How could I ever move on from you? He thinks to himself.

How could I ever… you look into his eyes,

…have left you? he wonders,

…And now I find myself, you ponder,

…having feelings for you, he comes closer,

…even after all, you close your eyes,

…this, his nose brushes lightly against yours,

…time! your lips clash against his.

All around you, couples take notice of you and Taemin sharing an intimate moment together. The gentlemen cheer and begin taking their partners hand in hand, leaning them back against their arms to share kisses of their own in celebration of light of a new marriage.

White confetti and red flower petals continue to float about the room and around all the couples, guests, the newlyweds as the organists begins intensifying the final chords of the infamous Wedding March.

Taemin pulls away slightly, a few more tears escaping his reddened eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers to you. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you.”

You shake your head, not wanting to hear the words you longed to wish for.

“No, Taemin, I’m sorry I ever doubted you. I’m sorry I abandoned the trust I had in you… in us.”

“I should’ve gone back even after all the—”

“There’s no point in bringing up the past anymore, Tae,” you whisper.

“But I have to—”

“Shh,” you gently place a finger against his lips. “I received all the proof from your agency once the investigation was over. I now know you never had betrayed me like that.”

“You… you do?”

You smile. “I’m sorry I never went back for you. I was too ashamed to face you after you were proven innocent.”

“No,” he whispers. “I’m the one who should’ve fought harder.”

“Tae—”

Your words are cut short at the realization that there was no point in arguing further. You had grown and reflected, and so had he.

Knowing what you both knew now, there was an opportunity for the trust to grow back.

Perhaps tonight you could start over.

Perhaps tonight at the wedding reception, over delicious dinner and sugary wedding cake, you could start over.

Perhaps tonight you and Taemin would finally be able to reach the closure you both longed for, and start walking together towards a happily ever after of your own.

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The wedding reception had gone just as fun and smoothly as the ceremony. The guests had gathered around the bride and her groom to cut their enormous marbled-flavored cake. A couple minutes before the cake-cutting begun, the bride caught a glimpse of you and Taemin and quickly walked over to you both.

“Hey, you smoochy lovebirds, why didn’t you tell me you got back together!?”

“What? How’d you even know—”

“Oh, please!” she giggled, “You started the little kissing-train back at the venue, didn’t ya? Look, it’s already making headlines!!” She excitedly pulls out her phone from her sleek reception gown’s pockets and points the screen at you both.

Indeed, there’s a half-blurry picture of you and Taemin sharing a loving, lasting kiss amidst the newlyweds’ grand exit. The headline at the top reads in bolder letters: BREAKING!! HAVE THE STARRY-EYED COUPLE ALLEGEDLY MADE A COMEBACK!?

Underneath the post, thousands of comments were already flooding the media with fans excitedly screaming their heads off at the sight of their favorite celebrity couple rumored to be seen together again. Fans from all around the industry—even fans who didn’t actively listen to you or Taemin’s music—enthusiastically shared well wishes and celebration for you both, many of these fans hoping that this time your relationship would lead to a much happier ending.

“I’ll say, your kissing stunt was absolutely perfect!” the bride excitedly bounces up and down. “All my wedding exit pictures have guests sharing kisses in the background and it’s so… so beautiful!! I’ll have to get that moment framed for our new home!”

Taemin places his hand around your waist, pulling you closer.

“If it weren’t for your wedding, I wouldn’t have gotten closure with my love again,” he smiles. He then turns his attention to you.

“And,” he adds, “I never would’ve believed I could fall in love with the right person all over again.”

[0rgell]

Kitty - JongTae Oneshot

Masterlist

Pairing: Jonghyun x Taemin

Genre: hybrids, cat/human hybrid, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Word Count: 2.6k words

You can also find this story on: AO3

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Summary:

Taemin's a jealous kitty and Jonghyun is clueless. Or Jonghyun and Taemin, a human and his hybrid companion, navigate a misunderstanding that leads to jealousy and tension in their relationship. Taemin, a cat hybrid, becomes upset when Jonghyun returns home smelling like another cat, leading to a silent treatment that lasts for four days. Jonghyun, unaware of the reason for Taemin's anger, struggles with the sudden distance between them.

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Kitty

Taemin is mad at Jonghyun. Jonghyun knows this because he’s been refusing to be in the same room as him for four days straight. When Jonghyun goes into the lounge, Taemin leaves the bookshelf and goes into the bathroom to lie on the towel shelf. It’s been like this for four days, and Jonghyun doesn’t even know what he’s done wrong . If he asks (which he has), Taemin just looks at him and strolls away, swaying his tail as he leaves Jonghyun hurt and confused. 

If Taemin would just tell Jonghyun, he’d be able to fix his mistake, but Taemin won’t tell him. On the first day, Jonghyun thought maybe the other just needed some space to be independent or do hybrid things that Jonghyun wouldn’t understand or be able to take part in. But then the second day rolled around, and he still wasn’t talking to him, making him nervous. The third day just made Jonghyun miserable; he missed the hybrid’s presence, and the space on his chest was left cold without his kitty to nuzzle it. And today, the fourth day, Jonghyun’s about to break down; he’s concluded that whatever it is that he’s done to upset Taemin must be a pretty big deal. And when he finds out what it is, he won’t do it again. He’s in hell. He just wants his beautiful hybrid to come and sit on his lap, cuddle him, groom him, or kiss him. 

All Jonghyun can do now is wait it out, wait until he’s loved again. So he tries to do his normal day-to-day activities to take his mind off of his loneliness. He decides to busy himself and dust the bookshelf first to see if maybe Taemin will talk to him, but as soon as he gets there, Taemin is off like a rocket with a low grumble. 

Fine. Whatever. Jonghyun doesn’t deserve this treatment; it’s unfair. It’s cruel, and it’s causing a heavy weight in his chest and an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He begins to take all his books off the shelves, with more brunt than he normally would, and chucks them on the sofa like a stroppy child. He takes his dust mitten and wipes the shelf with vigour, singing a happy song to himself—although he’s the opposite of happy—very quietly because he doesn’t want to disturb Taemin. 

He gets so into his cleaning that he doesn’t even notice the light sounds of tiny paws getting closer and closer to him. Once finished, he turns around to pick up the books, only to find Taemin lying on them. Jonghyun has two questions, how is that comfortable? When did Taemin come in? 

And another because he’s confused, does this mean Taemin is no longer angry at him?

He’ll only find out when he has to move the kitty off the books, but he’s dreading finding out because he doesn’t want Taemin to be angry at him anymore. Quietly, he picks up the books surrounding his kitty and places them back on the shelves, only quietly muttering sad words of despair when he sees some of the corners of the books have been bent and then reprimanding himself for being so careless in his miserable state. But now he’s at an impasse, Taemin is still sleeping. The books that he’s not sleeping on have all been put away. 

A long sigh falls from Jonghyun’s lips as he walks close to the tiny pellet of violence. This could go one of two ways. Taemin could lash out at him, or he could just melt into his arms. He hopes for the latter; he’s doubtful. Carefully, he places both hands on either side of Taemin’s fluffy belly and lifts. 

Taemin’s body curls in on itself, and a loud yowl is belted from the small lungs as Taemin struggles, disorientated and angry. His claws dig into Jonghyun’s arms, scratching him, and then suddenly he stops. His bright green eyes focus on Jonghyun, and Jonghyun has to try his best to put a smile on his face. It’s a real one; it might look awkward, but the situation is awkward. Taemin’s lying in his hands, limp, with his warm belly—the warm belly Jonghyun hasn’t been able to touch in days, his claws still in Jonghyun’s forearm, and Taemin hasn’t looked him in the eyes in days either. 

Jonghyun waits. He waits to see what Taemin is going to do next, and quite frankly, he is shitting it; he wants this one-sided argument to be over. Or at least for him to be told what he’s done wrong. 

Taemin rolls again, using his claws in Jonghyun’s forearms to pull himself up to a stable hold, and then he bites into Jonghyun’s bicep, not hard, not breaking the skin; it's not angry or malicious either. Jonghyun can tell what this is. It’s what Taemin has told him about many times, shown him many times; it's a love bite. Once the other unlatches his teeth, he slips out of Jonghyun’s grip onto the floor and looks up at him with his big eyes and tail swaying from side to side. Jonghyun knows what he’s saying. Hurry up . But Jonghyun doesn’t know what Taemin wants him to hurry up with or what Taemin wants him to do. So he just stands there for a second, dumbfounded and shocked, and a little bit emotional as well, but he won’t admit that. He stands there and stares until Taemin starts grooming himself. He’s growing impatient; that’s what that tells Jonghyun. He doesn’t want to do the wrong thing; he turns to get the books and looks over to see Taemin still sitting there, waiting for him. With haste, he puts all the books away and then sees Taemin walking away. He follows like a lost puppy.  

He follows until they end up in the kitchen, where Taemin shifts—the first time Jonghyun has seen him in human form for days—and slides on an oversized jumper that just reaches the middle of his thighs. Jonghyun has missed his long, fluffy auburn hair as well. The moment of Jonghyun taking in Taemin’s beauty is cut short; as quickly as Taemin comes into his sight, he’s gone. Flying out of the room only to come back a minute later after leaving Jonghyun to be dumbfounded again. Jonghyun eyes the hybrid's hand and sees a first aid kit. Immediate panic washes over him as he takes it out of Taemin's hand and checks him all over. Well, he tries. Taemin is extremely ticklish when quick grabby hands touch him, so Jonghyun tries to find the wound on a very wiggly Taemin. He stops and looks at Taemin. “Where are you hurt?” he says, serious tones lacing his voice and a crease in his brow.

Taemin snorts, “I’m not the one that’s got a scratch at the moment.” He says, and then kicks a chair out from the table and says: “Sit.” 

Jonghyun knows better than to protest, so he does as he’s told and sits without hesitation. It does make sense that he’s bleeding. Taemin’s attack was quite vicious, but he was quite abrupt when picking Taemin up in mid-air while he was asleep. Taemin tuts as he lowers himself down to get a better look at the cuts, and then gets to work.

“Taeminie,” Jonghyun says with caution as he uses his free hand to pet Taemin’s hair. 

Taemin only makes a noise, half satisfied and half a reply.

“Will you talk about it now?”

“Jonghyun.” The hybrid says his name exasperatedly.

“Taemin.”

“Fine…”

Jonghyun waits on the edge of his chair while Taemin worries his lip. 

“Well… The other day, when you said you were going to meet Kibum, you came back smelling like another cat. Not like Minho or Jinki. And Minho is a squirrel, and Jinki is a rabbit, so don’t say you smelt like either of them. I can tell the difference!” The hybrid finished with a stubborn tilt of his jaw and a huff, moving his hair out of his eyes.

Jonghyun almost laughs. Almost. This situation could have been so easily fixed if Taemin had said this from the start. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down and starts by saying, “Taemin.” Another deep breath. “Kibum adopted a new hybrid.”

Taemin’s face scrunches up, and his tail whips from side to side, hitting the kitchen floor harshly. “You didn’t tell me. Kibum didn’t tell me, nor did Jinki or Minho. Why was I left out?” 

“I did tell you—”

“No, you didn’t!” Taemin reprimands Jonghyun, cutting him off.

“Taemin, I did .”

“When?”

“When you were rearranging the books around your cosy space on the bookshelf because you said the book covers annoy you now and you want to change it up,” Jonghyun explains, feeling on edge for being accused of not doing something he most definitely did.

The look Taemin gives Jonghyun tells him he’s being stupid.

“I was focused! You know not to tell me important stuff when I’m rearranging my cosy places!” 

That’s true… But the point is that Jonghyun did tell Taemin; he also knows there’s no point in arguing with the hybrid because he’s ready for this to be over and he’s missed talking to him. However, Taemin’s reaction also tells Jonghyun that there is no room for another hybrid in his apartment . The thought of getting another hybrid has been floating around his mind; he’s been worried that Taemin gets lonely during the day when he’s at work. Also, Kibum has suggested it more than once. Kibum has three hybrids now; they’re all really happy. Jonghyun has thought more and more about getting another hybrid, especially recently. Especially seeing how much Jinki loves Minho, and whenever Taemin and him go to Kibum's, Taemin always has so much fun. Actually, Jonghyun has been feeling guilty for not getting another hybrid to keep Taemin company. 

But Taemin’s jealousy points in the opposite direction of getting another hybrid. With Taemin being only twenty-three Jonghyun should expect jealous behaviour. After all, cat hybrids age slower; he’s practically still a kitten. He’s still not over the teenage territorial stage. And that’s fine. Getting another hybrid was only for Taemin’s happiness, and Taemin seems fulfilled by seeing Jinki and Minho every fortnight.

“I know. I’m sorry, Taeminie.”

“You’re done.”

“What?”

Taemin gets off his knees and looks at Jonghyun, confused, as he picks up the wrappers from the first aid kit and walks them to the bin. Jonghyun eventually catches on. He smiles at Taemin and whispers a small thank you, and Taemin shrugs, humming as he walks out of the room, leaving Jonghyun alone again. At least the issue has been sorted out. 

At least now, when Jonghyun walks into the living room, Taemin doesn’t leave. Instead, Taemin smiles at him from the sofa and pats the space next to his head, inviting Jonghyun. This is the best. Jonghyun gets the best feeling in his stomach, all bubbly and soft, as he sits next to his hybrid, and they rest their head on his lap. Taemin looks so small and cute like this; a pretty face, adorable fluffy ears, a beautiful nose, and soft lips. Jonghyun’s hand finds its way to Taemin’s long hair and starts carding his fingers through slowly, taking his time from the scalp to the sparser, frizzier ends. Taemin doesn’t want to cut the ends because he’s been growing them since he was a kitten. He prides himself on his long hair, and Jonghyun thinks it's cute. Jonghyun understands, though; he knows how he can get with things he’s treasured for a long time. And it’s not like Taemin’s hair is dead. Well, just a little, but the point is that it’s not bad. It’s still shiny and loved, so that’s all that matters.

Taemin lays still for a while, only quiet purs coming from him while looking deep in thought, until he says, “What’s their name?”

Jonghyun continues to pet Taemin’s hair. He’s just happy at the moment, not really thinking about anything. “Who’s name?”

“The new hybrid.” Taemin softly says this as he brings his tail into his lap and strokes it rather quickly.

“Ten, his name is Ten.”

“Ten must’ve liked you a lot.” 

Some may say jealousy is an ugly trait; Jonghyun thinks it's pretty on Taemin. He knows he should talk to Taemin about how he’s allowed to interact with other hybrids, and the other shouldn’t get jealous because, at the end of the day, Jonghyun is always going to come home to Taemin; he’s always going to love Taemin. But instead of giving a serious talk, he opts for scratching behind Taemin’s ear and smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.

“Ten was very excited. You’d like him, and I bet you’d enjoy playing with him as well. He’s the same size as you, so you can play more roughly than you do with Jinki and Minho. Kibumie is already talking about you two meeting.” Jonghyun explains hoping that Taemin would like to meet the new addition to Kibum’s family.

Taemin’s eyebrows furrow, and he bites his lip. “Is he pretty?”

Jonghyun laughs because that’s got nothing to do with what he just said.

“Not as pretty as you,” his smile bleeds into his voice, permeating a reassuring tone.

Taemin’s cheeks rise and turn a little pink, his eyes close contently, and he hums, “Good.”

“Huh, what’s good?” Jonghyun asks, leaning over Taemin’s face and sporting a bright smile. His hands have now moved from Taemin’s hair and are resting on either side of Taemin’s face.

"Just, you know... Stuff,” Taemin shrugs.

Jonghyun's heart beats faster as he observes Taemin's adorable display of jealousy. Unable to contain himself any longer, he leans in, his lips gently touching Taemin's. The kiss, is full of a mix of longing and affection. It's the moment Jonghyun’s been waiting for. Waiting for four days. Jonghyun hopes that’s the most reassuring.

As Jonghyun pulls away, he looks into Taemin's eyes, which are now open and reflecting a mix of surprise and contentment. Taemin's lips curl into a small smile, and he lets out a soft sigh, his body relaxing further into Jonghyun's lap. 

"I missed you," Jonghyun whispers, his voice barely above a breath.

Taemin's smile widens, and he nods, "I missed you too."

They sit in comfortable silence for a while, Jonghyun gently stroking Taemin's hair and ears, while Taemin's purrs fill the room. It's a peaceful moment that they both needed after the misunderstanding that caused a rift between them.

After some time, Taemin sits up, his expression turning thoughtful. "Maybe we should go see Kibum and Ten... And the others," he suggests, his voice hesitant but curious.

Jonghyun's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Are you sure? I thought you were worried about—"

"I was," Taemin cuts him off, "but I trust you. And if you say Ten is nice, then I want to meet him. Maybe it'll be fun to have a new friend."

Jonghyun's heart swells with affection for his hybrid, he knows it must’ve been hard to say that. "That sounds like a great idea. I'll call Kibum and set something up."

Taemin nods, a playful glint in his eye. "But you have to promise me one thing."

"Anything," Jonghyun replies without hesitation.

“You have to promise that you'll always come home to me. No matter what."

Jonghyun leans in and kisses Taemin's forehead. "I promise. You're my home, Taeminie. Always."

Taemin's smile is radiant, and he snuggles back into Jonghyun's lap, his purrs louder than before. Jonghyun wraps his arms around Taemin, holding him close.

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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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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?

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~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~

[mysteric-memories]

In anticipation of Shinee's comeback this year, I am trying to make a master list of moments where f(x) and shinee collaborated! Obviously, there is the song Lollipop, but if you guys know more, please add to this!

[badluv-bummies]

Fuck all romance except for whatever TaeKaiStal had going on a few years back <3

[jonghyuns-husband]

Idk what this is lol

Average NCTzen (female)

Average MOA (female)

Average ARMY (female)

Average Carat (female)

Average Shawol (female)

Average Blink (female)

Average EXO-L (female)

Average Stay (female)

If you’re a carat, shawol, exo-l, elf or a nctzen then you’re sexy af and probably already in your glow up stage OR is approaching it 😭

[herewegobebe]

SHINee listening to Shawols singing 'Days & Years' to them 🥺💞💞 [vid cr. x]

[kiestrokes]

Kie, I am in desperate need of some SHINee hard hours 👹 but also soft bc you know I am a soft bby

So what do you think would make the members go feral for you but in like a ✨tender✨ way, and how would that manifest?

SHINee Soft Kinks That Lead to Hard Hours | NSFW

Pairing: SHINee x Gender Neutral!Reader/You/Yn Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Genre: hard hours, headcanon, imagine, fluff, smut. Warnings: Jonghyun is mentioned below, warning to my fellow Shawols who still find it difficult to read or see him.

Sexually Explicit Content: non explicit smut, kissing, biting, marking, fondling.

🗝️ Note: @chans-room I might kick you out of the jaeger (again) for this...esp after you know I was secretly drooling over Minho's tummy in our DM's last night. Nothing is beta read per usual.

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

Kim Jonghyun We are going to keep Jjong PG-13 out of respect, but Jjong's biggest soft kink is eye contact, add in touching and you've seen how it instantly makes him a magnet to other members and idols. Jonghyun needs to caress and kiss every inch of your body and as soon as its reciprocated, it's like you set him on fire in the best way possible.

Lee Jinki Ohhh Jinki 🫠 hear me out...Jinki's soft kink is laughter. He loves laughing, but a person who is just so willing to laugh too? Oh, he is whipped. It takes you a little while to figure this out, why this man is always attacking you with kisses in the middle of your giggles and smiles. Jinki is soft and romantic, intimacy with him is slow and sustained. He's holding off his orgasms for an hour, working you slowly through several first.

Choi Minho MinhoeMinhoeMinhoe. The way to this man is through his stomach. You make him a feast and he's immediately taking you to bed afterwards. Where you can’t stop yourself from kissing a nipping at his swollen belly. His abs still faintly outlined underneath the stretch of his stomach. He has the softest, most supple skin from his strict skincare and grooming schedule. Fed Minho is a little slower about things, he's going to take his time. Making everything all that much more intense. Not as drawn out as Jinki, Minho is sensual and you're both coming in no time.

Kim Kibum Can I do this? Yes...okay. He might be the hardest to configure when it comes to soft kinks, I think Kibum really loves receiving gifts. Especially if he doesn't have to tell you himself. I can just imagine it's a random Tuesday morning and you picked up something he had been eyeing a couple weeks ago (you also feed the dogs because Kibum cannot stand the smell of their food). He gasps, clutching the item and then clutching you. Peppering you with kisses between his praise. He is quick to reciprocate in working your body to a quick orgasm with that talented mouth and pretty hands.

Lee Taemin I think for Taemin it is honestly anyone that can keep up with him dancing. In the middle of the club, the undulating bodies, the closeness of everything. The minute your hips track with his and you never step on his toes, not even once 👀 Taemin is ready to corral you into a dimly lit corridor. Being intimate with him is not quick, everything is sensual and drawn out mirroring the way that he dances. He takes his time, because there is no need to rush in our little cancer bbys mind. Little touches from his small hands everywhere until you're dragging his pretty lips back to your mouth. Taemin doesn't mind when you take control, but he still has these tendencies (the grip on your waist, on the back of your neck, in his gaze) that let you know he is in mutual control.

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

[suhnshinehaos]

⚘  growing pains

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor

act two : the hard love

when anyone asks mingyu and yn what their relationship is, they'll answer "just friends". no one believes that, not even for a second. not their friends, and certainly not mingyu and yn themselves. but with their lives in the spotlight, one more so than the other, they're about to find that even staying friends may be more difficult than it seems. especially when feelings are involved.

previous  ➤  act one, part fifteen next  ➤  act two, part one growing pains  ➤  masterlist

profiles : hansol's discord kittens

[ the beginnings ; character profiles under the cut ]

@ ynln & yndiary : fresh graduate, but already one of the rising stars of photography. not quite as well known as their friends so they don't have a separate private account for them

@ kimmingyu : model with a photography degree. talk of the town and booking gigs left, right, and center @ gyufriends : always clowned on by his friends but loves them anyways @ secretgyu : unaware that both his and yn's privs contain taylor swift lyrics

@ yoonjhan : stylist + fashion designer. pretty much just on a mission to get everyone in the world to dress like him @ honeyhannie : the most caring chaos enabler you'll ever hope to meet

@ khoshi : one of the most sought after choreographers in the kpop industry @ soonzrawrs : head shawol, his friends' personal shinee lyric bot

@ vernonchwe : soundcloud rapper that just landed a record deal @ vernoffline : here for a good time and a long time, has an opinion on everything

from reese, with love <3 sorry for the wait but now we begin act two of growing pains with you guessed it.... even more pain !! this act will take place four years after the events of act one which means yn has graduated from uni !! thank you for reading, i'm excited for this new journey and i want to know what you think hehe hope you're all doing well and taking care :>

[hobaworld7]

Could you maybe write a Shinee reaction about their love languages, like you did for bts? I thought that one was really cute! Thank you! I'm so glad you want to write for them, there's not nearly enough Shinee content on here imo💜

SHINee Reaction - Love Languages

Hello Shawol!! I am so excited to see other fans here. They really are the kings right? I hope you'll love it and don't hesitate to send other requests!

*As I said before, I won't be writing on JongHyun as respect for him*

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Paring : Reaction x OT4

Genre : Romance - Love Language

Words count : X

Warning : Full of fluffiness! Some mentions of BDSM or kinky things.

Summary : This is how i think SHINee would show their loves to their partner!

A/N : Please show some love and interact with this post so I can continue writing on SHINee, I really enjoyed it!

Disclaimer : SHINee doesn't belong to me. It's just an imagine. I'm a shawol since 2012, I love them really much but this is just fiction!

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ONEW

As a leader, I feel like Onew would be all into words of affirmation.

Every days, every opportunities, he would text or say how beautiful you are. How proud he is.

He would also dedicate a lot of his free time to be with you.

SUCH A GENTLEMAN.

Always holding your hands and taking cute selfies with you.

''How did I get so lucky? Meeting you was the best blessing in my life, my love."

My love, my baby, my, my, my everything.

I think he will be really sweet with you and in bed too.

Not much of an experimenter, more casual.

Look at you like you are a piece of art.

KEY

All five. He's so caring with all the members, exceptionally Taemin, but you? You are is top priority.

Acts of service, a lot of them. He loves to cook for you and taking care of you. Preparing a warm bath with candles and flowers after a big day.

He would always love to be near you. His head on your thigh while you watch a movie (quality time)

Buying expensive piece of clothes too. He love to dress you in the most fashionista way.

He would love to have you near him on his many project.

He will probably hire you as a personal assistant or something like that.

He's really good at commutating his feeling so there is almost no argument between you.

''YAH YEOBO YOU ARE SO PRETTY WOW!!"

Always so excited to see you.

He's so into kinky shit. Look at his Born to Shine live.

Of course he did it all for you before the performance.

MINHO

He's all into physical contact.

He loves touching you, kissing you and hugging you.

Always his hand on you if you are near him.

Flowers, wine, chocolate, coffee, etc.

Everything you love, you'll have.

He wants you to be happy and to be comfortable when you are at his place so he would do everything for you.

He will always talk openly of your relationship.

He wants everyone to knows that you are his and he is yours.

Sweet during the days. Savage during the nights.

TAEMIN

This is his face when he see you.

''Yah, jinjja, she's really the most beautiful person on earth. Right hyung?'

He would always be so happy whenever you get the chance to spend times together.

He would love to buy you gifts and having romantic diner.

Such a gentleman. Thanks to his Onew Hyung that thought him all.

He love to dance with you and practice when you are in his studio.

He would dance goofily everytime you are sad.

Always letting you choose the movie.

Experimenting. A lot. In bed. Or in public. *wink wink*

I feel like he would be into this bdsm kink and everything HAHA.

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Hope you like it, i tried to do it the more neutral i could. Thnkyou my love for reading!

CLICK HERE FOR THE MASTERLIST.

[0rgell]

Lovesickness - Taemin Oneshot

Masterlist

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

Genre: Explicit, angst

Word Count: 3.2k words

You can also find this story on: AO3

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Summary:

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

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

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

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

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

Please enjoy!

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Lovesickness

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.

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