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I can read your smile - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 20 - Confessions (Final Chapter)

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Chapter 19

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Chapter 20 - Confessions (Final Chapter)

word count: 3k words

Minho's team ended up winning the game 3-2 after Minho's newfound excitement and encouragement towards the team, which proved crucial for the morale of his teammates.

Crystal knew he was going to go celebrate with the team, and he's also invited their group of friends, but she really didn't have it in her to go. She was weary, her heart felt small in her chest, and she just wanted to lay in bed.

Before leaving the stadium, she grabbed Lydia and Jude's hands.

"What is it, babe?" Lydia asked.

"Do you girls have any plans tonight?" She whispered, making sure the other boys didn't hear her.

"Besides the celebration for Minho's victory?" Jude asked.

"No. What's wrong?" Lydia shook her head.

"I just... I can't go to the celebration tonight. Can we have a sleepover at one of yours?"

"What's up?" Key asked them loudly, seeing that the three girls stopped walking behind them.

"Crystal is not feeling well, so we're gonna go back to mine. Tell Minho we're sorry we can't join tonight." Lydia shouted and urged their friends to go away.

"Thanks." She gave the girls a small smile.

They headed to Lydia's place, and Crystal told them everything, from the date Minho had with Julia, to how they've almost kissed again at his birthday and during Christmas, and she told them about their intense make-out session in the locker room and how confused it made her feel.

Her two friends listened in closely and hugged the girl tightly when she was done talking between her sobs.

"I think he does like you, honestly." Jude said after Crystal calmed down a bit.

"Then why doesn't he tell me anything?"

"Why don't you tell him anything? Relationships are a two-way street." Lydia asked matter-of-factly.

"I mean, I don't know, Lydia, I kinda did more than enough, I think. I literally asked him to fuck me. What more should I do?"

"And then you ran away from his celebration party." Lydia said.

"And you're avoiding him. He's called and messaged you, what, six times since we came here?" Jude spoke as well, pointing at Crystal's phone, that was still ringing, Minho's name displayed in bold letters on the screen.

"Give him a chance to talk to you, and you will find out if he does like you." Jude pressed her hand on top of hers and comforted her.

"But I'm scared. What if... he'll just reject me again?"

"Then you'll get over it, as you've done last time."

"Yea, I soooo got over it. Look at me." Crystal chuckled ironically. "I know you're right. Should I just go home?"

"If you're ready to talk to him, you should."

"I'll... I'll call him back." She hesitantly grabbed her phone and pressed on her call history, dialling Minho's number, who responded immediately.

"Crystal! How are you feeling? Taemin said you were sick. Where are you? At Lydia's?"

"Yes... I'm feeling better, so I'll come home..." She said and watched her friends nod in encouragement.

"I'll come get you. 15 minutes and I'll be there, okay?"

"Aren't you still at the party?" Crystal chuckled.

"Fuck the party. They're all drunk already." He laughed.

"And what about you?" She laughed as well.

"Look at her flirting through the phone." Jude shook her head, and Lydia slapped her back playfully. Crystal threw them a nasty glance.

"Not enough. Unless you celebrate with me, I won't even drink!"

"Okay, then you better buy something." She smiled, and he told her he'll call when he gets there.

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Minho came in a taxi and Crystal was amused to notice that he listened to her and bought a few bottles of alcohol. Some vodka, some tequila, beer... it was like he was throwing another party at home, not like it was just going to be the two of them.

He was no longer in his uniform, he was now wearing a casual pair of jeans and a buttoned-up white shirt, and he was so handsome, fucking hell. She tried not to look too much, for her heart fluttered and her cheeks grew red.

Once they got home, they started drinking and talked about random things, laughing and looking at each other. Crystal's chest felt lighter, even if she was still confused. Seeing him was enough to calm her down, apparently.

She doesn't know how many shots she downed, but she was starting to get really sleepy.

"I'm a bit tipsy." She slurred her words with a chuckle.

"Yea? We should go to bed." He chuckled as well, noticing the slight red tint in her cheeks. She was cute, sprawled on the floor like that in her little sundress – the same one he fucked her in earlier.

"Yea." She replied. "Pick me up!" With her arms outstretched, she started giggling like a little kid, making Minho laugh once again.

Still, he complied and got up from the floor, going to her and leaning over, so she could grab onto him as he picked her up. Her hands moved at the back of his neck, as her legs hugged his torso.

Perhaps he should've taken her to her own room, if he were not so intoxicated. Tuck her into bed and kiss her forehead good night, like a good friend was supposed to do. But sleeping next to her felt way too appealing at the moment, when they were both fairly drunk, so he marched right to his room and placed her softly on his bed, plopping down next to her, just as he did every night they've been studying together.

She turned to face him and smiled slowly, and both closed their eyes to sleep.

Some time later, though, with the alcohol almost gone from her system, Crystal opened her eyes and glanced around her in the dark. Minho was breathing regularly next to her, which told her he's asleep, and he was close to her. So close, she just had to raise her hand a bit to touch him.

His shirt rode up, exposing his abdomen, and she couldn't help herself. Her fingers slowly and hesitantly grazed the exposed skin of his abdominal muscles and she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

She wanted to touch him more.

Fuck.

She hesitated, her fingers hovering just above him, when he grabbed her hand and placed it flat down on his stomach.

"Curious?" He said in a low, groggy voice. "Touch me properly."

Her cheeks heated up at his proposal, and they only grew hotter as her palm was now touching his muscles. She moved it around to explore him as carefully as possible, wanting to remember this moment. Even if they fucked earlier, this was different. It felt more intimate. She got to touch him in ways she couldn't before.

They were both intoxicated. Yes. That's it. That's why he's letting her do this. She tried rationalising, as he moved his hand away from hers and started opening up the buttons on his shirt, one by one.

Fuck.

Moving her hand up his body, to his chest, she felt him more.

She was breathing heavily, and she wanted him again so badly. She kept replying in her head how hard he fucked her earlier, and she wanted him again, and again, and again. She could handle confusion, as long as she could have him, and it would be so easy to have him inside of her again, with what she was wearing...

"What are you thinking of?" He asked, almost in a whisper. It was funny, he's been asking her this question so often, especially while studying together, but it had such a different impact on her, in this context.

"I'm not sure I should be telling you..." She replied.

"Why not? I want to hear it. I want to know all your thoughts."

"Because... are you still drunk?"

"No." He shook his head.

"Then even more so."

"But I want you to tell me. Do you like touching me?"

"I do."

"I also like it." He whispered. "Tell me." His face came closer to her, and her breath hitched in her throat.

"Okay. I was thinking of how easy it would be to pull my underwear to the side and feel you slip inside of me... just like we did earlier in that locker room." She answered in a breath, feeling him stiff under her touch.

Did she say the wrong thing?

He insisted on knowing, though.

Minho breathed in deeply.

"Don't say it twice, or I might end up taking you up on the offer..." He replied slowly, as if in deep thought. This was her chance to make it clear that she wanted this, that she wanted him, and that earlier has not been just a mistake, or a spur of the moment thing.

"... please, Min." She whispered.

He moved his hand and touched her neck, then moved it down her side, dragging it painfully slowly down her body. His thumb grazed her nipple, but he didn't halt. Instead, he kept going down, his hand now steadily on her waist. He moved it down again, reaching the hem of her dress and squeezing her thigh.

His breathing was also ragged as he took her left leg and placed it on his hip, so she was straddling him from the side.

He removed his pants and underwear swiftly, and she moved her panties to the side, just as she proposed.

When his tip lined up with her entrance, instead of pushing in, he started moving his member around, collecting her wetness. She whined. She just wanted to feel him back inside of her, but he wanted to tease her like this.

"You're so wet." He whispered, and his tone made it sound more like a praise.

"I want you so bad." She replied, and he closed his eyes and breathed in again. It was getting hard to control himself, to not let his primal urges overcome his rationale.

He lined himself up with her again and moved his head closer to hers on the pillow. His hand was on her hip, fingers digging in her skin to keep her in place as he slipped into her, forming a steady rhythm. She briefly thought about how he'll mark his way onto her skin, how his fingertips will become faint purple marks on her tomorrow morning.

He made her moan loudly. So loudly, she started feeling a bit ashamed by the obscene sounds coming out of her mouth. She's never been this loud with anyone else before, not even with him, earlier in the locker room. Maybe the room was too quiet, so it was easier to hear herself.

He thrust himself into her deeply, and he moved his head to kiss her passionately. He wanted to kiss her more, to bite her lips swollen. He was intoxicated with her. He wanted to taste every bit he could, and he did.

His movements were haste, and he grazed her sweet spot with each thrust, making her come undone so quickly, she was almost embarrassed.

The embarrassment washed down when he came just as quickly, his movements sloppy. She felt his warm release dripping out of her on her legs, on the sheets; she was sure they made a mess, their liquids combined in small stains under them.

Even after they both came down from their highs, they continued kissing hungrily, as if they knew that tomorrow it would be just a bit harder to kiss than it was tonight.

He moved his body on top of hers and felt himself get hard again at the sight of her under him, so beautiful, with red lips and small hickeys he made on her neck with his bites just hours prior.

He slid into her again, and kept fucking her, moving his mouth from her jaw to her neck, to her collarbones, to her breasts – thank God this sundress she wore today offered such an easy access to her breasts! He took the fabric down and caressed them with his hands, taking her left nipple in his mouth and sucking on it, grazing it with his teeth ever so gently.

"Fucking hell." Crystal moaned.

"Come for me again baby." He said, but he didn't have to say it twice – she came undone harder than the first time, clenching her legs around his torso, her toes curling. She held onto him with her legs and arms, and he came inside her again.

He stayed on top of her for a while, both panting rapidly, their chests going up and down with each hurried breath.

"Crystal, I need to tell you something." He placed both his hands on her face, urging him to look in his eyes.

"Me too." She glanced deep into his brown eyes, and she realised she couldn't deny it anymore. She opened her mouth to say it, but before she got the chance, he told her first.

"I love you." Minho kissed her. "I love you, I love you, I love you." He kissed her again, and again, and again.

"I love you too." She chuckled and felt a few tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"I wish I told you sooner."

"Yea..." Crystal averted her eyes for a bit, before looking back into his. "You told me now, though."

"It sounds so cheesy, but..." He chuckled. "Can I be your boyfriend?"

She burst out laughing. "It does sound cheesy," She raised her head from the pillow and pecked his lips, then let her body fall back down, "but yes."

"We should go wash up."

"Yea." She nodded, and he got up from her and helped her sit up.

Grabbing her hand, he guided her towards the bathroom on the hallway and urged her to get into the shower. He pushed her in with his body and got in with her, and Crystal almost forgot how to breathe, since the space was so narrow. They barely fit in. Still, he seemed adamant about showering with her, and he turned on the hot water, letting it fall down their now naked bodies.

Crystal's back was against the wall and Minho trapped her body with his arms and kissed her slowly. Their mouths were wet from the water spraying down on them, but neither of them minded it too much, as long as they could keep kissing each other.

Minho moved his mouth from her lips to her cheek, to her jaw, and he started going down, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouth kisses all over her body as he kneeled down in front of her. He wanted to worship her so badly, to make up for all the time he's lost being a coward, and no matter how much he tasted her, his thirst just couldn't be quenched.

He took her right leg and placed it over his shoulder to help her keep her balance as he connected his mouth to her pussy, kissing it vigorously. She started to moan again, and placed her right hand on his head, caressing his soft hair while he was brushing his tongue over her sweet spot over and over again.

She wasn't sure if she could handle another orgasm, but the way Minho's mouth worked against her core combined with the steam from the hot water that was falling on her mercilessly made her head dizzy.

Fuck, he was too good at this. It's like he already knew her body perfectly, as he licked between her folds just right. Nothing and no one could even begin to compare to how good he was making her feel yet again, and she allowed herself to get lost in the pleasure he was bringing her. Soon enough, her legs started trembling powerfully as she felt that knot in her lower stomach come undone for the third time that night, and she couldn't stand anymore.

Minho quickly caught on and placed her leg back on the floor as he stood up and supported her weight, embracing her.

"Fucking hell." She mumbled, making him chuckle. "I don't think my body can handle one more."

"You did well." He praised her, caressing her back slowly, letting the water wash her. "Now let's wash up for real."

She held onto him as he covered her body in wash gel, as he rinsed it off, and as they both stepped out of the shower, wiping down with a large towel.

Going back to his room, they laid on the bed, and Crystal placed her head on Minho's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"I'm sorry for hurting you." He said quietly, caressing the back of her head gently. "I promise I'll never do it again."

The girl was already fast asleep and didn't hear him, but he didn't mind. Her naked body was warm against his, she smelled of vanilla, and she was finally his.

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The next morning, Crystal found the bed empty, but on Minho's desk, there was a box of Belgian Chocolate - her favourites - and a note saying "I'm at the gym. I love you."

Perhaps everything will finally be okay, and she's found that place she so desperately wanted to call home.

And that would be Minho.

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~5 months later~

The summer holiday came with a big change in Minho's and Crystal's lives, as both of them glanced up to the big building they were going to be working in.

Choi Enterprises.

Minho, for a permanent role, as he was finally done with Uni, and Crystal as an intern, in the role of assistant manager, the position offered to her by Mr. Choi so many months ago during Christmas.

Despite it being nerve wrecking, both were excited to start a new chapter, and most importantly, they were both happy.

They were looking forward to the rest of their lives together.

~The END~ 

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(A/N) Thank you so much for reading ''I can read your smile"! 

I hope you enjoyed it, and that you'll read my other works as well.

Love,

Storm

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Roman Holiday 🇮🇹

Minho would be the type of guy to confess his feelings in a grand yet down to earth manner.

He’d take you to Italy, a lifelong dream of his.

He’d be so giddy to spend the time overseas with you, his best friend and confidante.

He had it all planned out - walking tours amongst the sights, plenty of gelato and fake pretend fights at the coliseum.

He’d be learning a couple of words in Italian, hoping to impress you when he’d be ordering delicious pasta for the both of you.

Walking around with Minho would mean a lot of stares, mostly by females, which would go unnoticed by him. Amongst all those historical monuments and sights his eyes were set on the only art that mattered - you.

He’d rent out a Vespa and be your chauffeur on hot days, getting matching helmets for the two of you.

He’d be joking about being a gladiator, fighting and protecting you if hell broke loose.

Minho would have a blast with you, overflowing with happiness and gratitude, shoving his nervousness into the back of his mind.

On the last day, at night per se, he would take you to the trevi fountain with a bag of loose coins in his linen summer coat, ready to shoot his shot.

„You go first“, he would encourage you as he placed the dime in your soft, delicate hands.

You turned around and closed your eyes, focusing on your wish as you threw the silver metal into the fountain.

„Hey, good job!“, Minho congratulated you.

You jumped up and down and ushered him to turn around, watching him from the sidelines.

Minho brought the dime to his lips and kissed it, whispering his wish into the material. With eyes closed he threw it behind him, right into the heart of the fountain.

„Woah, you’re so good at this.“

Minho walked back to you and took your hand into his, guiding you to sit down in front of the dimly lit fountain.

„What did you wish for, y/n?“

„Isn’t it bad luck telling you?“, you shook your head repelled.

„Not if you wished strong enough“, he mused happily.

„Okay, fine.“, you gave in.

„I wished that this trip would never end.“

A serene smile formed on his lips.

„What did you wish for, Min?“

Minho‘s heart was beating out of his chest. This was the moment he had anticipated for months.

„I“, he cleared his throat.

„I wished for you, y/n.“

Your eyes widened in surprise.

„For me? What do you mean?“

Minho slightly adjusted his position, facing you directly now.

„I’m in love with you, y/n. Have been for quite a while now, actually. And if there’s anything that’s missing in my world then it’s you by my side. Only you, y/n.“

You watched him attentively, his eyes were giving away his sincerity.

„What do you say? Will you grant me my wish, y/n?“

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The Roommate (And How He Got In Jonghyun's Pants) - JongTae Oneshot

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Pairing: Jonghyun x Taemin

Genre: explicit, fluff, roommates AU

Word Count: 6.7k words

You can also find this story on: AO3

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Summary:

Jonghyun, who once didn't like his roommate, now likes him a lot. A whole lot.

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The Roommate (And How He Got In Jonghyun's Pants)

Jonghyun couldn’t afford the rent on his apartment anymore, which frustrated Jonghyun because it wasn’t what he planned on. He didn’t want to share his apartment; he picked that apartment, especially because he could afford the rent. However, his capitalist landlord struck him with the worst news a university student working one job could hear: his landlord wanted to increase his rent. This was typical of a landlord and it made Jonghyun resent them all; they were nothing but power hungry, money hungry bastards in his eyes. So he did what anyone would in that situation: he put up an advertisement for a roommate.

When Taemin and Jonghyun first met, Jonghyun didn’t believe that Taemin was old enough to be in university, let alone old enough to have a job to pay the rent. He nearly laughed at Taemin and walked out of the coffee shop. But unfortunately for him, Taemin was too cute to say no to. Also, he found out that Taemin was only a few years younger than him and he was an anthropology major. So they’ve been roommates for six months now and it's taken time for Jonghyun to get used to always having another person around because he loved solitude and found peace in it. Taemin never left the apartment, unless it was to go to university. But Taemin was also messy and it drove Jonghyun mad. Jonghyun was the type of person to clean up after himself; he’d do it right away. Taemin was the type of person who would wait for his mess to accumulate and then clean it up while making it look very painful, like he had never had to clean up after himself before. He was clumsy as well; Jonghyun didn't even know how many porcelains or glasses he’s had to help clean up and replace. 

In retrospect, he should of prepared himself for little things like this. But he didn’t. At least Taemin’s mum always sends side dishes for them to share and she, although he wouldn’t say it out loud, made the most delicious side dishes, better than his own mum. 

Taemin walked into the apartment after finishing his day at university in his—Jonghyun’s—black oversized sweater and joggers and greeted Jonghyun while he was cooking for them. Taemin placed his bag down on the kitchen table as he came up behind Jonghyun, looking over his shoulder and sniffing like a rabbit. “Smells good," he commented and Jonghyun laughed. Jonghyun had become used to Taemin and actually found him endearing in almost every way. His clumsiness that once irritated Jonghyun had now wormed its way into his heart and made Jonghyun want to help him, because now Jonghyun feels like he has to look after him, which he doesn’t mind at all. His mess now makes Jonghyun laugh and think about how fitting it is for Taemin, and his strange obsession with cereal, Jonghyun can deal with it all, he wants to deal with it all. Because it’s all Taemin. 

“Yeah?” Jonghyun turns around and ruffles Taemin’s hair and Taemin leans into his touch like a kitten. “You hungry?” Taemin hums and closes his eyes, moving his head to let him scratch more at the base of his nape, making Jonghyun’s heart flutter. Jonghyun realised his feelings towards Taemin weren’t just platonic three months after he moved in and ever since he acknowledged them, they’ve grown and consumed him. He's gotten over his awkward part but sometimes he still doesn’t know how to act around the other. Because Taemin does and says a lot of strange things that he doesn’t know makes Jonghyun’s heart beat at a stupid rate. Which wasn’t what he wanted. When he first put up the advertisement for a roommate, before Taemin came into his life, Jonghyun was devoted to his studies and had no interest in relationships whatsoever. But Taemin was too hard not to like—so cute, so ditsy. 

“How was Uni?” Jonghyun finds the words to make more conversation because he hasn’t heard Taemin’s voice all day and he misses it.

Taemin pulls away from Jonghyun’s touch and looks at him with wide eyes. “You know that second-year Kibum?” Taemin asks and yes, he does know Kibum; he’s younger than Jonghyun. While Jonghyun is in his last year of his bachelor's degree, Kibum is in his second and Taemin is in his first. Kibum is known by pretty much everyone in the university, or at least anyone with ears and eyes. Kibum is excessively loud in every way—his mouth, his fashion. But apart from all of that, he was the reason Jonghyun realised he was gay. He was the first man Jonghyun ever slept with, and now he’s worried about why Taemin has brought him up.

Cautiously, Jonghyun says, “Yeah, I know him.” 

“He won’t stop bothering me! I don’t even know what he wants.” Taemin states candidly, not giving him time to adjust, the words making Jonghyun freeze on the spot. He tries to concentrate on something that isn’t bubbling up inside him, because he is not jealous. 

“He probably just wants to talk,” Jonghyun says trying to sound as candid as Taemin just did. He isn’t lying, Kibum probably did just want to talk: whether it was the way Jonghyun wanted it to be or not. 

Taemin shrugs and brushes the subject under the rug like he didn’t just make Jonghyun the most jealous person in the world and walks over to the fridge, pulls out a bottle of water, downing it and then, when Jonghyun can’t take his eyes off him, Taemin winks playfully, “Do I have time to have a quick shower and get changed?” 

And Jonghyun’s heartbeat is driving him mad; he’s sure Taemin knows what he’s doing to his heart because how could he be that oblivious to his red face? “Yeah, sure, do that," he swallowed thickly, trying not to imagine Taemin in the shower. That's inappropriate. So is watching Taemin walk off and staring at his butt, Taemin doesn’t know any of it. He doesn’t know how Jonghyun’s heart craves him or how much he wants to be around him all the time. He doesn’t need to know either. 

Jonghyun busies himself with thoughts like how he needs to buy more eggs and stuff like don’t burn the carbonara because that wouldn’t be good, and he doesn’t have any more money to buy takeout if he fails because he spent it all already on takeouts, restaurants, and rent plus utilities. It’s that time of month when they have to make do with what's in the fridge, and they should really get out of the habit of spending all their money on takeouts and then living on whatever they have left but they are students. 

Taemin returns, hair wet, droplets of water down his neck, blue boxers, and a black hoodie. If Jonghyun thought his life couldn’t get any harder, he was wrong. He can’t just stare, but he wants to still look, so he makes the effort to start a conversation, “Nice shower?” 

Taemin nods and walks to the cupboard, grabbing two glasses and getting a bottle of merlot out of the wine holder, filling the two glasses and bending down, sticking his butt out so he can be eye level with the glasses so he can make sure they are the same. And Jonghyun tries not to look at his butt. “We're in our ‘WEED era’,” Taemin says it out of nowhere and catches Jonghyun by surprise so he turns around and mixes the pasta—like he definitely was just not looking at the other's arse—releasing its doneness. He starts dishing it up into two blue bowls, which are the most recent addition to their collection. What is a ‘WEED era’ and is Taemin taking drugs? Should Jonghyun be concerned? “What's a ‘WEED era’? And how are you sure I want to be involved?” Jonghyun asks; he doesn’t actually care if Taemin includes him. He wants to be included in everything Taemin does, even if it’s as stupid as joining him in a ‘weed era’.  

“Don’t lie, you want to join everything I’m doing." Taemin narrows his eyes, causing Jonghyun to gulp because, can Taemin read his mind? “It stands for ‘we enjoy every day’. I saw it on SNS but actually, it’s pretty cool. So I think I sound pretty cool if I say it. You should be happy I included you.” Taemin is such a nerd and Jonghyun loves it. He loves the way Taemin gets sassy and the way his nose scrunches. He loves the way Taemin puts him on a cliff and then pulls him off the edge but sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes Taemin would push him off the cliff. 

Jonghyun didn’t need to think about that; he needed to think about a reply to Taemin. He needs to come up with the right thing to say, something witty or something that doesn’t sound strained, “You’re such a nerd.” And Taemin scrunches his nose up at his reply; his reaction could have been worse. So that feels like a win for Jonghyun. Jonghyun takes the bowls, sits down, and waits for Taemin to join him.

“You like nerds, though.” Taemin gasps as he walks over to the table with the two wine glasses. “Maybe, oh my. Does that mean you like me?” Jonghyun can handle a lot of things Taemin throws his way but Taemin walking in his tiny boxers and accusing him of liking him is something that he never thought he’d have to handle. Struggling now Jonghyun doesn't know where to look so he settles on staring at his pasta. The most Jonghyun can get out is a throttled chuckle as he feels his ears heat up. Whatever happens, he is not going to admit to liking Taemin; no way will he; he’s not going to mess up their friendship. Feeling like he’s on a bed of hot coals he makes use of his hands, tries to swirl his pasta around his fork and shoves the bit he manages to get into his mouth.   

And Taemin sits down, placing the wine glasses in front of himself and Jonghyun, expectant eyes like a cat and if he had a tail, it would be swaying side to side. Objectively speaking, Jonghyun doesn’t even know if Taemin likes guys so maybe even if he said he did like him, Taemin wouldn’t even bat an eye. But what's the point if there's a slight chance everything could come crashing down? And maybe if he did take it the right way, what if Taemin felt uncomfortable and then he’d be awkward around Jonghyun and maybe he’d even move out? And Jonghyun needs to stop thinking. So he tries to push the thoughts aside and sinks deeper into his chair, drinking his wine and then sinking deeper. Watching Taemin’s plump lips part, a tiny sliver of his tongue pokes out and he takes the edge of his wine glass in between them. He watches as his Adams apple bobs as he swallows the red liquid and a drop collects at the bottom of his lip, making Jonghyun stretch out and swipe his thumb over it. Soft, warm, and pillowy. Jonghyun wishes he could just kiss him, just once. Someone having lips like Taemin should be a sin; there's no way anyone wouldn’t want to kiss them.

And maybe Jonghyun’s finger lingered for a second too long but when he removed it, his finger wasn't there long enough. He should probably say something, anything, like, “Shall we watch a movie after this?” Yeah, something like that. That was good.  

And Taemin makes Jonghyun go sublime as his foot runs down his shin and Jonghyun has to rethink his whole life because, what the fuck, that one touch should not be sending blood straight to his dick and it should not be making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Yeah, sure, I’d love to. But, just saying, I’m not sitting there for an hour while you pick.” Taemin needs to stop talking and let Jonghyun’s brain catch up because it is going to take him a while to reply because all he can see is an angel in front of him. 

Nevertheless, Jonghyun smiles and downs his wine and fills both of the glasses to the top, which, is really bad wine etiquette and he knows that. He’d like to get drunk enough to maybe sleep through the movie so he doesn’t have to think about how close Taemin will be, and he wishes Taemin would have mercy on his poor heart. “I’ll wash up then. You can pick the movie.” Jonghyun says, and he collects the bowls.

Jonghyun scrubs the bowls harsher than he should and the blue paint has chipped off—it doesn’t matter because Taemin will probably break them soon—but maybe if he scrubs them like this, he can distract himself from the thoughts swirling around his head that are so not appropriate. Maybe he can scrub away his feelings as well as his heart until they are just specks, like the specks of paint that are being washed down the drain. He hears Taemin hum in the living room, satisfied, and he knows that Taemin has found something, so he should hurry up and finish abusing the bowls, just like his feelings.

He walks into the living room, surrounded by the ambience of a single candle glowing on the coffee table. The room is dark and Taemin is sitting in the middle of the sofa, looking as pretty as a picture. Jonghyun wishes he could have him right there. He absolutely can't so he picks the spot furthest away from Taemin in the corner of the sofa and he curls his legs up so there is no chance of him accidentally touching Tamein and sending his mind into a spiral. Taemin reaches out to the coffee table grabs one of the glasses and hands it to Jonghyun and he must have brought them in when he was washing the bowls. Jonghyun has no limits on wine and he intends to drink as much as he can so he takes the glass from Taemin, their fingers brushing and sending chills down his spine. He’ll drink to that.  

The horror film Taemin chose feels like it's playing in the background for Jonghyun; he can’t stop staring at Taemin. It’s not Jonghyun’s fault Taemin is more interesting than the film and it’s also not his fault the wine has completely gone to his head. Well, maybe the last part is his fault; his alcohol tolerance is terrible and he drank the wine knowingly because of this. The atmosphere is so cozy and Jonghyun just wants to grab Taemin and pull him into his lap. He doesn’t know if he wants to kiss him and play with his hair or bend him over the sofa until he cries and his legs shake.

The film is over and the wine glasses are empty and if Taemin asks Jonghyun about what happened, he won’t have an answer. He watches as Taemin gets up from the sofa and makes his way to the kitchen out of his sight, so he gets a blanket to cover himself because the winter weather has crept in through their shitty windows that need reinsulating. Feet rushing, slapping, against the wooden floor makes Jonghyun look up in anticipation, slightly worried and slightly excited to just see Taemin again. A little dance in the doorway makes him laugh. Taemin stood there with another bottle of wine in his hand, looking very accomplished with himself. 

“Why are you hogging the blanket?” Taemin asks with a cute scowl on his face as he walks over and sits right next to Jonghyun, shuffling closer and pulling the blanket over him as well. “I got us more wine.”

“I can see that,” Jonghyun muses.

“Let’s watch another movie,” Taemin suggests, but Jonghyun doesn’t need to answer; Taemin will put one on anyway; he knows Jonghyun won’t go to sleep yet. Jonghyun watches as Taemin leans to get the wine glasses, and he catches a glimpse of Taemin's waist, soft and small, and he wants to grab it. He wonders what Taemin would do if he did; would he squirm? Would he laugh and push Jonghyun away, telling him it tickles? Or would he gasp in surprise? 

Taemin sits back down too fast for Jonghyun to even try and he hands Jonghyun his glass which is now full and snuggles into his side, his head resting on Jonghyun's shoulder. Without uttering anything, Jonghyun lifts his arm and moves Taemin’s head to his chest as he wraps his arm around Taemin’s waist, as he expected, cute and small. Taemin doesn't actually protest; instead, he does the exact opposite and nuzzles into Jonghyun’s chest. Jonghyun should probably have thought about this beforehand; Taemin will be able to hear his heart. And his heart is pounding at an astronomical rate; if Taemin asks, he’ll just blame it on the alcohol. Yeah. 

Throughout the film, Taemin slips further and further down Jonghyun’s chest and he is now on his thigh, one hand under it and the other on top, as if he doesn’t want Jonghyun to move. Jonghyun is not going to move because he can’t. He’s too busy thinking about not getting a boner. Taemin is so close to his dick and he could easily pull Jonghyun’s joggers down and suck his dick with his perfect lips and he’d look so amazing. Breathe. Jonghyun needs to breathe because Taemin is definitely not going to do that and getting a boner while Taemin’s head is right next to his dick would be so embarrassing and Taemin wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye for a week. Taemin does stuff like that; once he walked in on Jonghyun having a shower and he completely freaked out, hand over his eyes, face so red, and apologies spluttering out like quick fire, he couldn’t look Jonghyun in the eye for two weeks after that. And Jonghyun was the one who felt the worst; he hated Taemin avoiding eye contact. He didn’t realise how much he loved Taemin’s eyes and cute fast blinks until he was starved of them. So after that, Jonghyun tried his best to make sure nothing like that could ever happen again. Like now. He can’t get a boner. He can’t. He won’t.

Taemin needs to stop moving because Jonghyun is dying and when Taemin buries his head into Jonghyun’s lap and rubs his face against his thigh, like a cat, a cat that is making Jonghyun’s life so much harder and he should have worn boxers because Taemin just caught the shaft of his dick and forced a deep grunt out of him right from his dick. He’s so screwed. Taemin doesn’t seem embarrassed or perturbed, though. And what takes Jonghyun by surprise is when Taemin does it again, another grunt ripped from his throat. And his dick is now throbbing, half hard, and Taemin doesn’t seem to care. So Jonghyun presses Taemin’s neck down, he’s not sure what he’s doing, but Taemin has frozen, whether it’s from the pressure on the back of his neck or from the realisation of what he was just doing, “Taemin, what are you doing?” Shocked he manages to ask, shocked at how his own voice sounds to his ears. Breathlessly and rougher than it should as if he hadn’t drank water in three days, so he coughs a bit to try and get it back to normal and swallows.  

A whine comes out of Taemin’s mouth, so slutty that it goes straight to Jonghyun’s dick, twitching in his joggers. Stuck on what to do and head spinning, Jonghyun pulls Taemin up by his hair, earning him another noise that can’t quite be described half like a moan and half like a groan. Taemin should really stop making all these noises; they aren't doing Jonghyun any good and Jonghyun really needs to think straight. 

“Taemin, what are you doing?” He asks again with more authority in his voice because he is not going to screw this up and Taemin needs to be coherent for whatever he thinks he’s doing. 

Pink flushed cheeks and fluttering eyes Taemin says, “I want to help you.” All Jonghyun can think is, oh god, and fuck. Taemin looks so sweet but so sinful at the same time, his lips swollen as if he’s been worrying them, and his eyes half-lidded and clouded in a haze of lust. Jonghyun has to dig his heels into the sofa to ground himself. He's trying to think with his brain instead of his dick, but his brain isn’t working; it’s clouded by lust and wine.

“Taemin, what are you talking about?" He needs to get this right. There's no way this is actually happening. Taemin must just be confused, right?

Taemin gives him this look that goes straight to his stomach, only fueling the fire that Taemin started, and he feels caught out for whatever reason. And Jonghyun’s world is shattering and shaking, probably just as much as he is. "Please." There is no way he is actually begging Jonghyun. There is no way. “I know you think of me. I’ve heard you in the shower moaning my name, more than once. Just let me help you, please,” Taemin says in whiney, sultry tones dripping from his mouth.

Taemin doesn’t give Jonghyun time to reply before he palms Jonghyun’s dick through his joggers. Jonghyun’s head falls back and a moan is released from his mouth, submitting to pure hedonism; his mind is wiped blank and he struggles to breathe. He can’t even think about how embarrassed he is that Taemin heard him in the shower, not while Taemin is making him question why he waited so long for this to happen or why he didn’t just make a move on Taemin first, not while Taemin is mouthing his dick through his joggers, turning the light grey fabric to dark grey with his wet patches of saliva. The white heat spreading through his body—feeling something he’s craved for so long—feels like a dream. Not knowing what to do, Jonghyun gips the edge of the sofa, so tight, digging his nails into the poor leather as he tries not to levitate on the feeling as Taemin’s hand slips under his waistband, and when his fingers touch Jonghyun’s dick, his breath hitches. “Taemin.” Jonghyun doesn’t even know why he’s talking; it’s not like he has anything to say after that either. Maybe just to make sure it isn’t a dream and that Taemin is actually there. 

The look in Taemin’s eyes is so mischievous as he pulls the other's joggers down. When they get past his dick, his dick springs back up, slaps his stomach, and Taemin mewls at the sight, making Jonghyun feel crazy. Jonghyun can’t get enough of Taemin’s visuals; he can’t get over the way Taemin is licking his lips at the sight of him so when Taemin blows hot air on his dick, he hardly manages to keep his hips from thrusting up. He never thought Taemin would be such a tease or even be interested in him. 

Taemin doesn’t seem to care what he’s doing to Jonghyun’s mental state. He sits on Jonghyun’s thighs, looking a mix of angelic and demonic, because who thought Taemin would ever be like this? Jonghyun just marvels at Taemin; his thighs look so soft and feel so impossibly soft and warm on Jonghyun; his dick is hard; and there’s a wet patch forming on his blue boxers. It makes Jonghyun shiver at the thought that he has done that to Taemin. 

Taemin drags his finger up Jonghyun’s neck, leaving goosebumps trailing behind until he reaches his jaw and Jonghyun has to suppress a shiver. He stops grabbing Jonghyun’s jaw and smiles, warm and all teeth showing like they would if he smiled at him any other day. Jonghyun feels like he’s just been given whiplash. The seamless change from lust filled cockslut to cute and innocent is absolutely mind boggling to Jonghyun. “You’re so beautiful,” Taemin breathes out and that's the first time Jonghyun has ever been called beautiful. Sure, he’s been called handsome, charming, and other things, but never beautiful . It makes his heart swell and his face glow redder than it did before. If that is possible.

He opens his mouth to reply—he’s not sure what—but is cut off by a pair of warm lips. It takes more than a second for Jonghyun to reciprocate in shock that this is happening and how fast everything is going and when he does, Taemin moans into his mouth, forcing him to swallow the beautiful sounds as he rocks his hips forward, grinding onto Jonghyun’s naked dick. The feeling of Taemin’s warm clothed dick makes Jonghyun release a sound he didn’t think he could make—low, rough, and almost animalistic. With not even a drop of self control left, Jonghyun releases his hands from the sofa and explores Taemin's body, one hand going up his jumper, gabbing his waist soft and warm so tightly that Taemin yelps and the other grabbing his arse, fingers digging into his flesh. He needs something to hold onto; otherwise, he’s not sure what he’ll do.  

Jonghyun can hardly resist the urge to bend Taemin over and fuck him, but Taemin started this so he’s going to let Taemin do the leading. No matter how hard it is or how much Jonghyun wants to be in control. This is real and it is happening so Jonghyun takes the opportunity as best he can. Taemin bites down on Jonghyun’s lip, whimpering into his mouth as his hips continue grinding into him, giving him a mixture of pleasure and pain, and once again pulling a grunt from his lip, tongues now exploring each other's mouths, warm, wet, and everything he could ever want. Taemin's arms are now wrapping around Jonghyun’s neck, fingers playing with his short hair at his nape. Fiery passion into every mouth movement, lust and pent up feelings fueling it all, turning them into a beautiful mess of limbs. 

When Taemin moves away from Jonghyun, a string of spit hangs from his mouth as he bites his lip, so Jonghyun just has to lean out and wipe it with his thumb, only for Taemin to take it into his mouth, sucks it and roll his tongue over the pad of his thumb. So needy. Jonghyun is beyond repair now and he doesn’t think he will ever be able to stop replaying that moment in his head. Taemin crawls off the sofa with as much grace and elegance as one can and Jonghyun tries not to huff at the loss of Taemin but when he sees Taemin on his knees between his legs, it's enough for him to moan. Jonghyun has always been someone who loves visuals and Taemin is the epitome of a visual; he is adonis; he is art and poetry. Taemin takes Jonghyun into his hand and pumps at a disgustingly slow, mocking pace, making Jonghyun moan and throw his head back, half satisfied that he’s being touched but half desperately needing some more friction. If Taemin doesn’t stop looking at Jonghyun like that—so beautiful, so sinful, so lustful—he doesn’t know how much longer it will be until he grabs Taemin’s hand and fucks himself into it like a brat, and Jonghyun isn’t a brat. “Wow, you’ve got such a pretty dick,” Taemin says while looking at it, watching as it slides up and down in his hand Jonghyun moans in response. “I want to put it in my mouth.” Taemin expresses his thoughts.

Taemin can do whatever he wants. Normally, when having sex, Jonghyun is the one who's teasing and in control; however, today he’ll let Taemin have him any way he wants. “Do it,” is all that Jonghyun can say almost in a whisper; he’s never wanted anything so bad in his life and Taemin’s lips were made for dick sucking, perfect lips for a blowjob. So when Taemin finally wraps his lips around the head of Jonghyun’s cock so wet and so hot that he’s not sure who is moaning louder, the feeling of Taemin's moans vibrating on his dick makes him see white and he thursts up on instinct into Taemin’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat, making Taemin moan and roll his eyes back. Every noise that Jonghyun manages to drag from Taemin’s lips with his dick feels like a blessing and he wonders how much more vocal he’d be with his dick buried deep inside him, or even just one finger.

Taemin gets to work, like he’s done this a hundred times, a soft hand like velvet wrapping around the base of Jonghyun’s dick, going in tandem with his mouth. Submitting himself to Jonghyun’s dick as if it were oxygen. The visual is enough to make Jonghyun cum. Taemin looks so beautiful and so slutty. Cheeks and ears flushed, mouth stuffed full of cock, eyes looking up at Jonghyun through his eyelashes, fluttering and glazed with lust. The air in the room is so hot it could be the gates of hell. If Jonghyun wasn’t so indulged in the feeling of Taemin's mouth, he’d believe that he actually was there but right now he’s feeling like heaven. 

Taemin hollows his cheeks and pulls off with a pop, making Jonghyun moan so loudly that he’s nearly embarrassed but he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight as Taemin goes back down on him, using his tongue to swirl around the head and dragging it along all the veins. God. Jonghyun needs this to speed up; he’s been so close to tipping off the edge for what feels like forever so he grabs a fist full of Taemin’s hair and shoves him down, making Taemin practically wail. “So good. You’re so good,” he praises and Taemin releases a whimper and a shiver. Pride swims inside Jonghyun at the reaction and then he realises that Taemin wants to be praised. Taemin deserves all the praise in the world.

He lifts Taemin off by the hair so he can look at him. Taemin sobs at the loss of fullness in his mouth. Taemin is such a dream, so hungry for cock, so beautiful, and for a moment, Jonghyun is mesmerised; lips so swollen dribble down his chin, and he looks so fucked out already. He doesn’t want to imagine what he looks like if this is how fucked out Taemin already looks. 

“You look so pretty. Do you like your mouth full of cock?” He’s not looking for a reply but he definitely got one that was less verbal. Taemin latches back on, moans around his dick and increases his pace as his other hand comes forwards to cup the others' balls. He detaches himself from Jonghyun and presses wet kisses to his balls, licking and slightly sucking, while his other hand continues working up and down Jonghyun's length, making Jonghyun gasp in surprise. “So good,” Jonghyun is a babbling mess moaning out praises like a broken vending machine and the knot in Jonghyun’s stomach is close to releasing, he needs Taemin’s lips back around his dick before it snaps so he grabs Taemin's hair and moves him back to his cock. “Fuck Taemin,” Jonghyun moans, dick on fire, toes curling, hand curling tighter into Taemin’s hair, ready to pull him off for when he cums. But when Jonghyun nearly sees white and goes to pull him off Taemin resists; his hands haven't stopped and his mouth is still full but he slacks it slightly and mumbles around Jonghyun’s dick, “Cum in my mouth, please.” Okay. Taemin doesn’t have to ask Jonghyun twice. One hand grips the sofa as Taemin gets back to work again, cheeks hollowed, sucking at an insane pace, hands doing indescribable things. Jonghyun’s dick is hitting the back of Taemin’s throat over and over again, until he feels dizzy and euphoric. His mouth falls open in a silent gasp, his eyes rolling back and trying to keep them open and his head from going slack so he can watch as he fills Taemin’s mouth full of cum. 

“Fuck – I’m –” His grip in Taemin’s hair tightens, and Taemin’s hand strokes him quickly, up and down, up and down, lips tightening around him, tongue dancing in patterns, body tensing as he reaches his orgasm, hips bucking up, mind blank, white sparks appearing in front of his eyes as Taemin milks him, cum filling up Taemin’s mouth, a small bit dribbling down the corner of his mouth, his whole body contracting as little electric shocks tingle through him. His hands fall lifelessly, letting go of Taemin’s hair, and his body feels like the life has been sucked out of it. And when Taemin finally lets go of his dick and smiles up at him, he thinks he’s in heaven. Taemin gets off his knees and sits next to Jonghyun and Jonghyun can’t help but notice how much the wet patch on Taemin’s boxers has grown. He reaches out for Taemin and pulls him in for a kiss, not caring if he can taste himself; just so intoxicated by the miracle called Lee Taemin, nothing else matters. 

Once Jonghyun has caught his breath and fallen out of his daze, though every second he’s near Taemin feels like one, he moves his hand up Taemin’s thigh, pulling little noises out of him, wanting to bite and leave marks on his soft, pale skin. But before he can even take action on that thought, Taemin’s phone rings. 

Fuck. 

Taemin grabs it, looks at who's calling and gives Jonghyun a dejected smile, “It’s my mum… I should answer.” 

“Yeah… you should,” Jonghyun says as much as he wants Taemin all to himself. To hide him from the world. But he can’t do that, not from Taemin’s own mother. 

Taemin nods and walks out, takes the call, and Jonghyun is left to nurse his feelings as they have now swelled to double the size, taking over his body so much it might burst, but he would be happy with that as long as his last thoughts were Taemin. He can’t get the sweet sounds that fell from Taemin’s lips out of his head. He can’t help but think about what Taemin would sound like in other situations while Jonghun is giving and Taemin is receiving. The wine has mostly lost its effect and Jonghyun is just floating on pure ecstasy, floating in the afterglow Taemin has given him. 

Taemin is only gone for a few minutes and comes back in, looking sheepish. He smiles and sits back down next to Jonghyun, burying himself into his side, hiding his face in Jonghyun's shoulder and playing with his hands. “Is everything okay?” Jonghyun feels the need to ask, but he can’t help but look at Taemin with adoration, so shy and so cute and somehow he’s managed to curl up so small. 

“Yeah, my mum wants me to come over and help her with her computer tomorrow,” Taemin replies, still not looking Jonghyun in the eyes, pink ears peeking out from his hair. Jonghyun feels an itch in his fingers to stroke his hair so he lets his hand scratch Taemin’s head.

“Taemin.” Jonghyun starts but he’s not sure where to finish. There are so many things he wants to say and ask but he’s not sure how to.

Taemin looks at him now, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “You’re such a pervert,” Taemin says in a teasing manner, making Jonghyun’s mouth fall open in shock at the sudden accusation.

“What?” Jonghyun asks in utter confusion. Where did the shy little Taemin go? And what even is Taemin on about?

Taemin hums, satisfied with the reaction he got. “You wank off to the thought of me in the shower and thought I wouldn’t know? The walls are literally made of cardboard,” he smiles again, this time the teasing is wiped from his demeanour. “It’s okay, though. It’s hot and I wouldn’t have known you thought about me in that way if I hadn’t heard.” Now Taemin is blabbering his words.

Now it’s Jonghyun’s turn to be embarrassed, but it’s not like he can deny it because he has done that, more times than he is proud of. “I don’t only think of you that way, Taemin. I do actually really like you.” Jonghyun has now let out his feelings, feeling more naked than he did when Taemin was in between his legs. Taemin’s silence is slicing him up like glass and he waits to be turned down, have his heart crushed, and be laughed at. But Taemin would never laugh at him, right? Taemin isn’t like that.

“I like you too.” Jonghyun’s heart swells. “Maybe if you take me on a date and buy me food, I’ll let you fuck my arse,” Taemin replies nonchalantly and absolutely shamelessly, and Jonghyun nearly chokes.

As Jonghyun lets go of the breath he is holding, the laugh that escapes him is loud and sudden and ripples through his body. “Taemin, I already buy you food, and I’ll take you on a date anyway; you don’t need to bribe me,” Jonghyun says after he calms down from laughing. Jonghyun would love to take Taemin out on a date. It's not like he doesn’t take Taemin out for dinner all the time and pay for his food anyway. But if that is what Taemin wants, Jonghyun will give him anything. Everything. 

Taemin pouts, “You don’t want to fuck me?”

Of course, he wants to fuck Taemin. Why wouldn't he? If he didn’t, he’d have to be blind or crazy. He’s already crazy, though; just staring at Taemin makes his heart go crazy. “Of course I do! I just don’t need a bribe to take you out on a date.” Jonghyun splutters, stumbling over his words like an idiot, as his heart drops at Taemin’s statement.

A smug smile takes place on Taemin’s face, one that Jonghyun knows, one that says: I was just teasing you . Taemin gets as close as he can to Jonghyun and straddles his legs, looking at him deep in his eyes and Jonghyun swears he can see the world in the others. Two soft hands grab Jonghyun’s face and he’s met with two very soft, inviting lips. Although the kiss is only short, it’s sweet and carries weight. “Good, because if you didn’t say anything, I would have only let you take me out on a date, and you’d get no benefits after,” Taemin laughs, bubbly, hiccuping, and bright. Music to Jonghyun’s ears.

“I guess our date can’t be tomorrow then,” Jonghyun says with sadness lacing his voice a little upset that he can’t take Taemin out as soon as possible. He knows that Taemin can’t drop everything for him and he is being unreasonable getting upset about it. He can take Taemin out whenever he wants after tomorrow; it's only one extra day.

“What? Why?” Taemin asks as quickly as he can, leaning back a bit, and distancing himself from Jonghyun.

Jonghyun laughs at Taemin’s pouty face, completely in awe of him. He leans forward and circles his arms around Taemin’s waist. “You have to help your mum with her computer.” He reminds him.

Taemin now adds a frown to the mix, and he’s so devastatingly cute Jonghyun feels like he might burst. “Oh. Oh… well, can’t we go after I’m finished?” He questions and then his eyebrows pull deeper and deeper while waiting for Jonghyun to answer.

And how could Jonghyun possibly say no to Taemin? How could he ever deny Taemin? Instead of answering, he grabs his face and pulls him in for a long, sweet kiss. “Of course.” 

“Good, I would have sulked otherwise,” Taemin admits, beaming so brightly at Jonghyun.

“It’s not just because I want to fuck your arse, either.” Jonghyun jokes, and they both look at each other once again and laugh. Jonghyun is feeling incredibly warm as feelings bubble up in his stomach. Maybe nerves but all he knows is that he gets to take Taemin out on a date tomorrow. So he’s happy with whatever feelings come because he’s got Taemin.

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Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it. 

Everyone have a lovely day, Orgel 🌸

[namelessdubu]

Wish you weren't drunk - a SHINee fanfic

Raiting: Explicit

Pairing: Choi Minho/Kim Kibum

Word count: 10,136

Summary:

He wishes for it so hard that an hour later he finds a new message on his phone, saying “I’m at the door”. . Kibum wishes they could speak up and live their love, but he only finds Minho's arms when he's half drunk and behind doors. If that's all he can get, he won't let it go waste, even if it meant another month of crying to sleep.

This fic is actually the first one of a long series!

[curlslovekpop]

The Quick Queen 🔞

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Genre: Fantasy, Adult Fantasy

Pairing: Choi Minho (SHINee) x Original Female POC Character

Warnings: Mature content, Oral Fem receiving, Sexual content 🔞

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! Warnings

Blood

Forced

Death

Violence

--------------------------------------------- Within the grand walls of a colossal stone castle, an evil Sorceress Queen revels in her recent triumph over a neighboring kingdom. The throne room is a haunting scene, adorned with the lifeless bodies of fallen soldiers and a chilling pool of blood. Amids of this macabre setting, the captured former captain Choi Minho finds himself bound in chains, forced to serve as the Queen's pleasure slave in a desperate bid for survival. As her sinister pleasure intensifies, a cacophony of enchantment and dread fills the air, echoing through the very soul of the castle.

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>>>Find the whole story here<;<<

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Curious souls, did the tale captivate your imagination? Share your thoughts!

Delve into Minho's role: Would you tread the same path, or forge a different destiny?

Ah, the enigmatic Queen—do you see her as the epitome of wickedness, or does a part of you find admiration in her depths?

Join the comments and illuminate the narrative with your insights!

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[elsawr1tes]

my roommate is a god (literally)

PROFILES 1 - (not) lemon demon

「masterlist • PROFILES 2 ≫

SUMMARY: on a normal day, you’d see jungwon in his apartment on his own. today’s not a normal day, since he has a college senior (the minor god he summoned with a prayer and some holy water) and his best friend (a demon) living with him. it’s even weirder that they’re fighting for his love, or rather, his soul.

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AN: guess who’s back two days before their next gcse exam :D

TAGLIST: @enhacolor (open, ask to be added <3)

[ddemonseonghwa]

Update/Fic Ideas and WIP’s

I just posted about a Chan fic coming up (since my little mini emotional disappearance, yuh). It’s kind of experimental but I am kind of practicing. I will say, massive trigger warning for this fic when I post it. There’s a lot of stuff mentioned in it (will indicate when posted) but overall I’m kind of not mad at how it’s turning out.

I also plan to work on the setup of my account. I might redo it tbh. I want to make a master list and actually make my blog look pretty. It’s already black and electric purple, but I wanna make it look better. I have my Ask box set up (I can only see it on my Mac, not on my phone), I have fic ideas for ATEEZ and Stray Kids (I need to start on the few The Boyz members I wanna write for omg), and more. Fic ideas are listed under the border.

Overall, I’m fine. Just kind of in a weird spot right now. Early 20’s stuff and adulting, you know? I also have to take care of one of my dogs. She has a gash on her paw pad and it’s very, VERY deep and requires surgery. She has to have stitches. On Tuesday, she got it bandaged and was prescribed antibiotics but today, Thursday, she is having surgery for about 2 hours? The gash was literally so bad the vet said it almost took the pad off. I’m not even the one who got cut and that made me wince. 😭 So after surgery, I have to take care of her. Keep her cone on, make sure her paw stays dry, can’t let her run, keep her on a leash in the backyard, give her antibiotics (which is not easy lol), all that good stuff. I’m also in my last class of college and I’m taking care of financial things. So I’ve been kinda busy and didn’t write shit except for my class. Oh, and I had writer’s block. But like I said in my last post, I HAVE been working on a Chan fanfic. It’s 95% complete and will be up soon. I don’t know what else to put here but I’ll update this post if I feel the need to. Border isn’t mine btw I think it belongs to starfellcup1d.

Fanfic Ideas (Stray Kids/ATEEZ)

***Subject to change!!!***

I also name the reader. I’m not writing y/n over and over again.

Fanfics are NOT tied together unless indicated.

WIP: currently working on it

Stray Kids

💜Bang Chan/Seven💜

(he’s one of my ult biases, and my main one, so uhhhh tons of ideas for his fine ass bc god damn he’s so mf fine)

-Werewolf! Chan x Vampire! Female Reader

-Werewolf! Chan x Female Reader; lots of smutty shit in this when I start writing it.

You belong to a family that’s human and you’re in an organization that is involved with werewolves. The werewolves are in a facility where they train and carry out their responsibilities, one of which getting selected the first day of the new year to be the leader. Every year, the oldest or lead wolf gets to pick which girl he deems the best to help him carry on his bloodline while maintaining her own responsibilities. Chan’s family is trying to get him to pick a certain girl but he spots you, and you happen to be his mate. You’re not interested in this event but when you see Chan, you only focus on him because you feel a strong pull towards him (and a pang of arousal because he’s hot). Since it’s not easy, it leads to a series of events of you two sneaking around and fucking and getting closer to each other as mates. How will it end? Wolfgang Bang Chan in this. 🤤

-Werewolf! Chan x Bunny Hybrid! Female Reader

-Understanding Boyfriend! Chan x OCD Female Reader; completed, should be in my top posts at the top of my blog 💜 and I have OCD so don’t come for me

-Mafia Leader! Chan x Female Reader;

You’re attracted to each other— he’s a mafia leader and you’re a slightly innocent girl with a sexual side. It’s the perfect combo for him, but there’s one problem— you’re in the family of the enemy mafia. You’re sick of your family except a few people, but both mafias are brutal with harsh punishments for insubordination and betrayal. Sneaking around can only do so much since he’s your sneaky link. When feelings build, what will happen?

-Incubus! Bang Chan x Female Reader

-Boxer! Bang Chan x Female Reader; that TikTok that showed part of him practicing fighting has me in a chokehold

-Vampire! Chan x Female Reader

-Devil! Chan x Mix Breed! Female Reader; this is the fanfic I was talking about. It’s close to being done and will be posted soon. WIP

-Hustler! Chan x Female Reader; Uh so basically typical Chan but he’s dating the reader. Can’t decide if I want it to be Idol Chan or some other hustle but I’ll figure it out.

-Sugar Daddy/Dilf! Chan x Female Reader

-Professor! Chan x Honor Student! Female Reader

-Tattoo Artist! Chan x Female Reader

-Extraterrestrial! Chan x Female Reader; oh bitch I have ideas, and very dirty ones, too

-Chan x Depressed! Female Reader; two-part series~ WIP/massive trigger warning when released

• Part 1: I Hate To Admit

• Part : 42

-Immortal Mercenary AU! Chan x Female Reader; probably five-part series, WIP, good shit involved

-Porn Star! Bang Chan x Female Reader; I can assure you that this is the product of my whore mind

💜Lee Know/Athena💜

I need more ideas for Lee Know omg

-Tattoo Artist/Piercer! Lee Know x Female Reader; tied with Tattoo Artist Changbin

-Mafia Leader! Lee Know x Female Reader

-Porn Star! Lee Know x Female Reader; I’m excited for this bc he’s so fine and I can imagine him being a really gifted Porn Star 🤤

-Vampire! Lee Know x Female Reader

-College Senior AU! Lee Know X Female Reader; I recommend listening to Blueprint for this one when I post it~ this is autumn themed and just kinda soft with vanilla smut, I’m experimenting with this one omg it has nothing to do with the fact that I want it to be autumn already or anything

-Werewolf! Lee Know x Female Reader

💜Changbin/Rin💜

-Dom Bad Boy! Changbin x Rebellious/Alternative! Female Reader

-Werewolf! Changbin x Female Reader

-Porn Star! Changbin x Female Reader

-Mafia! Changbin x Female Reader

-Vampire! Changbin x Female Reader

-Boxer! Changbin x Female Reader; he’s so buff I can see him being a fine ass boxer or something 🤤

-Tattoo Artist! Changbin x Female Reader; tied with Tattoo Artist/Piercer Leek Know, titled Red Fire, preview on the top of my blog, WIP

-Sugar Daddy! Changbin x Female Reader

💜Hyunjin/Rose💜

- Art Student! Hyunjin x Art Student! Female Reader

- Extraterrestrial! Hyunjin x Human! Female Reader; WIP

- Vampire! Hyunjin x Female Reader

- Werewolf! Hyunjin x Female Reader

- Kinky! Hyunjin x Female Reader; he just wants to tie you up pls

-Mafia Leader! Hyunjin x Female Reader

💜Han/Hana💜

-Vampire! Han x Female Reader

-Werewolf! Han x Female Reader

-Foreign Exchange Student! Han x Female Reader; WIP

-Assassin! Han x Female Reader

-Mafia Leader! Han x Female Reader

-Traumatized! Han x Female Reader; WIP

-Demon! Han x Female Reader; he wants nobody else but you.

💜Felix/Sky (Syx)💜

- Incubus! Felix x Female Reader

- Dancer! Felix x Female Reader; not stripping, just genuinely as a passion

- Rapper! Felix x Female Reader; again, as a solo passion

- Vampire! Felix x Female Reader

- Personal Bodyguard/Assassin/Mafia! Felix x Mafia! Female Reader

- Porn Star! Felix x Female Reader

💜Seungmin/Sara💜

Most of these will be difficult because he’s so soft omg

- Soft Boy! Seungmin x Female Reader; your classmate in your art class, college AU

- Brutal Werewolf! Seungmin x Bunny Hybrid Female Reader; WIP

He’s a very brutal werewolf. When he’s in his werewolf mindset, he cares about absolutely nothing besides protecting his fellow pack mates. In his human form, he’s soft and adorable, yet still brutal. Consistently comes to lectures with some kind of minor wound, mainly deeply bruised and cut knuckles in bandages. He also gets into a lot of fights because he’s a brutal and gifted besides being an omega, his enemies attack him, but they either end up going missing, dead on the spot, or almost lethally injured. When he finds out you’re his mate, the game changes.

- Mafia Member! Seungmin x Female Reader

💜I.N/Jeongin/Melanie💜

I need more prompts for him omg pls

- Gamer/Nerd! Jeongin x Female Reader

- Mafia Leader! Jeongin x Female Reader; interesting ideas for this

- College Student AU! Jeongin x Female Reader

- Werewolf! I.N x Female Reader

Poly:

Rough Dom Bangchan/Changbin x Female Reader

Rough Dom 3RACHA x Female Reader

Rough Dom Hyunjin/Han x Female Reader with PTSD; might be a collab with a very special someone ✨

Rough Dom I.N/Seungmin x Female Reader

OT8:

Vampire Stray Kids x Female Reader

Halloween Costume Party; you’re dressed as a bunny and things get kinky

💕ATEEZ💕

Soooo these are the plots I have for ATEEZ fics. I wrote this months ago so I just copied and pasted this onto a single post. Some are subject to change so yea

💕Hongjoong/Sara💕

- Incubus! Hongjoong x Human Female Reader

- Vampire! Hongjoong x Human! Female Reader

- Model or Porn Star! Hongjoong x Female Reader

- Art Professor! Hongjoong x Female Reader

- Designer! Hongjoong x Model! Female Reader

- Mafia Leader! Hongjoong x Mafia Leader ! Female Reader; enemies to FWB to lovers. Both highly successful mafias.

💕Seonghwa/Melanie💕

(Another main ult bias that triggers my whore mind✨)

- Mafia Leader! Seonghwa x Female Reader

- Demon! Seonghwa x Female Reader

-Devil! Seonghwa x Female Reader

The man at church, the one your parents force you to meet, is the perfect Christian man who accepts you despite your alternative lifestyle. You’re not religious and religion makes you uncomfortable. But he’s not as Christian as you think when it becomes nighttime. Meeting him at the church at night is a new game, one that would ruin your church and pull you closer to him.

Alternate synopsis: oops the church man I met is actually the devil and he’s attracted to me, and he fucks me dumb on the altar at my family’s church most nights.

- Investigator! Seonghwa x Female Reader

- Dilf/Rich Daddy! Seonghwa x Female Reader

- Photography Professor! Seonghwa x Female Reader

- Werewolf! Seonghwa x Female Reader; highly HIGHLY NSFW

-Vampire! Seonghwa x Female Reader

-Mafia AU (yes, again)! Mafia Leader! Seonghwa x Female Reader; major infidelity theme here, which I don’t condone irl.

Basically, Seonghwa was put in an arranged marriage with a woman that his parents knew before they passed the role to him. Her family is a partner and they were looking to put their daughter in a marriage as well to strengthen the relationship between the two mafias. But the woman is a bitch, she’s unnecessarily rude to people, him included sometimes, and she can do things but it’s just her shitty attitude and fake/sneaky personality that gets under his skin. But he finds you at a nightclub while he’s alone, and you can do many things, things that are extremely useful in the mafia that supersede her abilities. So how will it play off when he’s married to a bitch and he’s attracted to and fucking a woman who actually makes him feel things for once?

💕Yunho/Seven💕

- Porn star! Yunho x OnlyFans! Female Reader; WIP

- Business Owner/Rich/Dilf! Yunho x Female Reader; he has a black card so it makes sense

- Bad Boy/Softy! Yunho x Bisexual Female Reader; WIP, part 1 is done

- Incubus! Yunho x Female Reader

- Dance Instructor! Yunho x Female Reader

💕Yeosang/Mae💕

- Tattoo Artist! Yeosang x Model! Female Reader

- Lawyer! Yeosang x College Student! Female Reader

- Mafia Member! Yeosang x Secretary! Female Reader

- Physics Professor! Yeosang x Female Reader

- Library Employee/Nerd! Yeosang x Honor Student! Female Reader

- Dorky Gamer! Yeosang x Female Reader

💕San/Rin💕

- Dilf! Professor San x Depressed! Female Reader; I have severe depression so I’m not trying to romanticize it

- Dilf/Incubus/Professor! San x Vampire Female Reader; I can explain, this is an experiment, part 1 finished, WIP

- Mafia Leader! San x Female Reader

Tatted/pierced San has to protect you. But it’s not easy when he’s attracted to you and daydreams endlessly about making you squirt and scream his name. Kind of pervy San, for you, but he loves rough sex.

- Rich Business Owner! San x Female Reader

- Tae Kwon Do Instructor! San x Red Belt! Female Reader

- Werewolf! San x Female Reader

-Vampire! San x Female Reader

💕Mingi/Athena💕

- Half Breed Vampire! Mingi x Vampire! Female Reader

- Extraterrestrial! Mingi x Human! Female Reader

- Professor! Mingi x Female Reader; WIP

- Mafia Leader! Mingi x Female Reader

- Werewolf! Mingi x Female Reader

💕Wooyoung/Hana💕

- Poseidon Descendant! Wooyoung x Siren! Female Reader; I got GOOD ideas for this

- Assassin/Mafia Leader! Wooyoung x Witness! Female Reader

- Dilf! Wooyoung x Female Reader

- Young Professor! Wooyoung x Female Reader

- Werewolf! Wooyoung x Female Reader.

- Gamer/Artist/YouTuber(?)! Wooyoung x Female Reader

- Vampire! Wooyoung x Female Reader

💕Jongho/Kana💕

- Gentleman! Jongho x Female Reader; oh child I have ideas

- Photographer! Jongho x Model! Female Reader; female reader might be a Suicide Girl, he’s shy but the reader helps him loosen up

- Hurt/Dilf! Jongho x Female Reader

- History/Psychology Professor! Jongho x Female Reader

-Werewolf! Jongho x Female Reader

Poly:

San/Seonghwa x Female Reader

WooSan x Female Reader

Yunho/Mingi x Female Reader

Seonghwa/Hongjoong x Female Reader

OT8:

VampireTEEZ x Female Reader

That’s all I have. It’s 3:38 A.M. and I have to be up at 5:15 A.M. after I basically slept all day lmfao

Like I said, this post is subject to change. We’ll just see. This post is so horribly formatted omg

[moonsunmuse]

take me higher, love me wider by moonmuse

rating: explicit pairing: minho/key words: 5.9k

It's either pining forever or admitting the quiet reality of the situation: Kibum is head over ass, truly and madly and deeply and fondly in love with Choi MInho. What a disaster.

[captain-joongz]

fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023

♤ in pursuit of wedded bliss by @fantasyescapes17

regency au, each members has his own story, but they're interconnected

choi seungcheol

◇ push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by @dontflailmenow

camboy!seungcheol, ex's best friend!seungcheol, enemies to lovers

♧ down bad (so so bad) by @lovelyhan

idol!seungcheol x pet sitter!reader

☆ always only you by @honeyhotteoks

brother's best friend!seungcheol, friends to lovers

♤ caught in a trap by @cheolism

brother's best friend to lovers au

kim mingyu

☆ a sheep in wolf's clothing by @rubyreduji

virgin!mingyu x experienced reader

♤ creep by @smileysuh

serial killer!ghost!mingyu, touch starved!mingyu, halloween fic

ot8

◇ skz drabble by @leviackermanscleaningbuddy

a/b/o, cnc, primal play

♧ sharing = caring by @cbini

bf!chan sharing you

☆ camcorder by @tasteracha

bf!minho x reader x chan, a little pervy chan

♤ five for five by @bh-archive

chan x hyunjin x hongjoong x san x juyeon x reader

◇ some things are better left unknown by @roseykat

chan x felix x reader, threesome

lee minho

♧ dilf!minho by @cinhomi

dilf!minho x baby sitter!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy talk

bang chan

☆ bad idea by @hyunsvngs

step dad!chan, getting together, infidelity

hwang hyunjin

♤ dressing down by @jl-micasea-fics

best friends to lovers, mutual pining

lee felix

◇ best friend felix by @ddyskz

best friends to lovers, fluffy smut

♧ felix + thigh riding by @straykeedz

☆ cockwarming by @dreaming-medium

coworkers au, secretary!felix, office sex

ot7

♤ shadows we trust by @remedyx

supernatural au, mystical creatures!bts, dark circus au

◇ masked miracles by @remedyx

hybrid!bts, detective!reader

♧ stay alive by @staytinyville

mythical creatures!bts, supernatural au

☆ trouvaille by @spookyserenades

hybrid!bts, witch!reader, supernatural au, some horror themes

♤ eternally theirs by @imnotlauriane

dragon!bts, soulmates au, knights au

◇ the lucky seven by @riphobisbraces

hybrid!bts, princess!human!reader

♤ emerald gem by @sweetlyskz

hybrid!bts, reader has a farm, strangers to lovers

♧ oh, little red by @jincherie

wolf!yoongi x reader x wolf!jimin, red riding hood au

min yoongi

☆ celestial ruin by @remedyx

fallen angel!yoongi x angel!reader, corruption arc

♤ fxck a fxckboy by @yoongifis

fuckboy!yoongi x smartass!reader

kim taehyung

◇ isn't that what brothers do? by @aris-ink

step brother!taehyung, forbidden romance, dub con

♧ black swan by @aris-ink

step dad!taehyung, manipulation, corruption, cheating

☆new flame by @gimmethatagustd

alpha!taehyung x omega!reader, heat sex

jeon jungkook

♤ family secrets by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, dry humping

◇ icarus by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, risky/sneaky sex

♧ close by @aft3rhrs

step brother!jungkook, forbidden romance

choi soobin

☆ let's play a game by @anyamaris

soobin x reader x yeosang (ateez), friends to lovers, primal play

♤ closed doors by @last-words-ofashootingstar

soobin x reader x hongjoong, idol au, obsessed!soobin

◇ super shy! by @fairyofshampgyu

shy virgin baker!soobin x experienced reader

♧ i &lt;3 nerds by @enha-cafe

nerdy!soobin secretly a sex god au

multiple members

☆ drippin' by @ncteez

'00 line x reader, friends to lovers, birthday orgy

♤ cookie jar by @neopuppy

step brothers!jeno and jaemin x reader, stuck in a dryer au

♧ sos by @neopuppy

a/b/o, sex pollen au, pollen induced heat/rut

lee jeno

☆ shameless by @neopuppy

step son!jeno x step mom!reader, infidelity, very dub con

♤ hand kink by @jaylaxies

roommates au, hand kink

lee mark

◇ i can help by @recklessmark

step dad!mark, corruption, manipulation, infidelity

ATEEZ rec list pt. 1 | pt. 2

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Dark Moon | Chapter Twelve

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 1,7k

Warnings | +18, angst, mentions of childhood abuse, references to rape, torture, beatings, outbursts of anger, death of a background character, MC is having a really hard time, murder(?), triggering content, this is not for minor.

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | In this chapter Jimin finds out what really happened to MC in the past 💔I recommend reading to a +18 audience, let me know what you think of course! It always makes me very happy to read your comments 🥹💕

Taglist: @katherine-kookie, @dragons-flare, @m00njinnie, @seokjins-luigi, @pjmsneverland, @jimincrystal, @ajkwww, @ungodlyjoon, @hecateslittlewitchling, @namjoonsbuspass, @darkuni63, @xicanacorpse, @jiminismine4ever, @btssimpjaneth, @antisocial-mochi267

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He would have wanted to vomit.

Their men were on Minho's trail, but the bastard had so much property in Korea that it was like looking for a needle in a haystack; what was certain was that he was no longer in town.

It had been five days since her disappearance, Jimin was not even eating anymore, so much were his nerves gnawing at him.

He would not even look Taehyung in the face. It was his job to take care of her and he had left her alone in revenge, no one was home to watch over her, no one.

At the mercy of herself and loneliness.

Just the thought lacerated Jimin in several places, the physical wounds were soon forgotten, the doctor who had been forced by Namjoon to examine Jimin, despite the latter's insistence that it was a waste of time, said the cuts were healing well. But Jimin did not care.

She was his fixed thought.

He was storming Choi hideouts, capturing and torturing members of his gang and allies, but no one knew Y/N, no one had captured her, and everyone did not have close relations with Minho, Jimin felt on the high seas.

Taehyung on his part had not stopped for a moment to carry out to the letter the directives Jimin gave him through Namjoon.

He felt terribly guilty.

With Jimin, and fuck, even with Y/N.

He had not appreciated the girl's gesture, not at all, and in those days he would have liked to use her as target practice, he would not have denied it, but objectively analyzing the situation it was normal that she would sooner or later react that way if pushed beyond her limits.

She still deserved punishment, but not death, and in Minho's hands she would have received both instead, he knew that very well and Jimin did too, an additional reason that drove his friend further and further into madness.

Seeing Jimin destroyed like that had made him realize that she was not just "Jimin's bitch," even if the boy did not admit it, she was "Jimin's woman." One of the family.

Perhaps the man himself still could not understand it, but Taehyung knew that soon Jimin would fully understand his feelings.

The man in question saw the door to his office at the Dark Moon open for Namjoon to appear, carrying a dark folder.

"Any news?" he asked wearily, rubbing his eyes.

"I have what you asked for," he replied, putting that folder on his desk, "I'll leave you alone, okay?"

He didn't want to invade Jimin's privacy, what he was going to read soon would not be easy to digest and he didn't want to witness the boy's weakness, Jimin would not stand for it.

Namjoon left the room in silence and Jimin was left alone with Y/N's past.

He hesitantly took those papers, aware that he was the one who had requested them, sighed before removing the rubber band.

L/N Y/N.

At last he knew her real name, with a strange feeling he continued to read each word carefully.

Her father and mother were foreigners, but they had resided in South Korea since Y/N's birth, who had not finished her studies due to lack of money.

But things got strange after the third page, there were complaints, many.

All made by the mother and all involving the same subject, Y/N.

But they were soon withdrawn.

Statements of bruises, physical and verbal abuse against the girl who at the time was only a ten-year-old girl, the mother accused her husband's brother, she said that he took advantage of the help he offered them to do things with the woman's underage daughter, she did not say explicitly what, she simply pinned Y/N's physical and mental injuries on the man, Mikkel, except that she later withdrew everything.

The authorities soon grew tired of that tirade, paid her no further heed, and ignored the latest complaint, dismissing it as the ramblings of a madwoman.

Jimin's hands trembled as he held the papers, finding a legal and authentic medical report proving sexual assault on Y/N, who was 13 years old. But no one had lifted a finger to help her, even though she was born in Korea she was the daughter of foreigners and bore no Korean surname, who cared about her?

Jimin's dark eyes glittered with fury as he dwelled on the name of the man who had made Y/N's childhood and adolescence a living hell, he now understood many things and felt disgusted with himself.

He too had repeatedly ignored her pleas for help, seeing her as an enemy to be put down and humiliated because she was a woman.

But she was not that kind of despicable, power-hungry woman; she was just a desperate girl.

A gasp went up his esophagus at remembering the despicable words about her virginity, not to mention what a bastard he had been while drunk that last time.

'Now you are no longer a virgin,' he had told her.

He had taken more purity from her without her permission, he felt like a monster.

And he laughed at himself, "You brought me to my knees, baby.... You did it," he said, slumping back against the chair.

"I don't know anything!"

Jimin glowered at the older man; he was as furious as a beast. It had been eight fucking days and still nothing from Y/N.

He was tired of that fucking game.

"I'm going to tell you again, you old ass-kisser, Choi Minho kidnapped my girlfriend and now you're going to tell me where he is right now, you're his fucking butler, you need to know that!" he ranted with his face transfigured with rage, kicking the chair on which the elderly man was tied, tipping it over furiously.

They had found the man in one of the last properties they had searched, it was an English-style mansion, the asshole had lavish fantasies.

"Mr. Choi never warns me about his moves-" a traumatic punch hit him right in the mouth, the old man found himself spitting blood and teeth.

"THEN YOU WILL MAKE ME A LIST OF THE PLACES WHERE YOUR BOSS IS USUALLY HIDING LIKE A SEWAGE RAT!" he ranted, hitting him again, Taehyung and Jungkook looked at him in amazement, never had Jimin lost his temper like that, "And pray that it's in one of them, because if you tease me and anything has happened to her, I'll rip your heart out with my bare hands," he hissed venomously with swollen neck veins.

"Jimin."

Seokjin watched the scene with folded arms and a serious look.

"What?" he did not turn to look at his boss, feeling dejected and tired, nervous and angry. He wanted to kill everyone.

"Calm down, that's not how we're going to find her."

"Yes, I will! I'll cut the throat of anyone who gets in the way, Jin!" he was beside himself, understood a good deal of his feelings, and wanted her back by his side as soon as possible.

He would never leave her alone again.

The insistent ringing of a phone interrupted the flow of his thoughts, he ignored the moans of the man on the ground and concentrated on Seokjin. The boy answered without thinking, and from his expression Jimin guessed that something had happened.

"...So you found the house?" Jimin instantly revived.

Like lightning he reached out and snatched the phone from Seokjin's hands, on the other side was Hoseok.

"Did you find her? Where, tell me where the fuck you are," he began to tar and feather him with questions and expletives until Hoseok could overpower his voice, "... I'll see you there, don't move a fucking muscle, Jung Hoseok," he ordered him, Jin voluntarily took back his phone shaking his head.

"Good job, Hoseok...no, do as he told you," he brought two fingers to his forehead trying to calm his headache, amplified by the prisoner's moans of pain.

He pulled his gun out of his classically cut jacket and fired two quick shots in the direction of the elderly man.

"Namjoon, go with him and prevent him from exposing himself too much, he is still wounded."

"You made me do it, princess," sighed Minho buttoning his pants once more, "If you had listened to me you wouldn't be like this now."

But Y/N was not listening to him, she had no voice left so much she had screamed, her expressionless eyes staring at everything and nothing.

The torture had continued every day, Minhyun beat her and Minho raped her, bringing her to the brink of death every single time when he clutched her neck in a death grip.

She had not eaten for days and was given water only when she did not shriek too much. Like a prize.

She was deeply distraught.

"Now you're boring me, though. Where the fuck is the Bangtan hideout, you know! Jimin would never keep so close to a mere escort, you must count for something to him!"

She counted for nothing to Jimin, otherwise he would have already found and rescued her. Jimin had gotten rid of a burden like her, Minho had done him a favor.

Hot tears slid disgustingly down her bruised face.

That thought hurt her more than any of Minhyun's punches, she had been used to the end, but now she had run out of batteries, she only prayed that with her sister, life had been more merciful and gentle.

"Mr. Choi!" Minhyun slammed the door of that prison alarmingly.

"Who taught you to enter like that!"

"Four of the Bangtans and their men are here," he said in a strained voice, the atmosphere in the room becoming heavy, "One of them is that bastard Park himself, he has already shot and taken out eight of our men at the entrance."

Y/N could see the trembling take over Minho's body, who licked his suddenly dry lips.

Her heart was beating incessantly, Jimin was there, he was there!

"We must leave, now!" exclaimed his bodyguard once again, Minho woke up and turned sharply toward the girl.

A strange expression was present on his face.

"Nothing personal, little girl... " he said before nodding to his henchman, who firmly grabbed his glock, "But the idea that Jimin might get you back doesn't appeal to me one bit," he ran out of the room like a coward, as the deafening sound of a gunshot ripped through the air, a sharp and terrifying sensation expanded from her chest to her nerves, she gaped her lips in a gasp, but blood rushed up her throat and blocked her attempt to catch her breath.

She was dying, really dying.

[skzhocomments]

Working on a story and I randomly stopped and noticed the word count. I feel very satisfied bahhah.

It won't stay like that sadly but I'm excited nonetheless lol

[ao3feed-ateez]

MANIACS

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/wSdYOgV by author8_8loves !! A Stray Kids Descendants AU !! When the children of villains are given the chance to live in the sunny and positive lands of Auradon with the children of the people their own parents hate, will they pursue a life of goodness, or will they follow their parents' paths to darkness? Minho wasn't sure, all he knew was nothing good would come if he wasn't following his mother's plans for world domination. He senses this is beginning to change, however, as he gets to know The Prince of Auradon, Han Jisung. *** a stray kids descendants AU that no one asked for!! cw: mature language, homophobia, mentions of death, abuse ships: minsung, hyunlix, chanmin, changin !! updates every Wednesday & Sunday :P started 01.17.2024 ended Words: 46485, Chapters: 14/16, Language: English Fandoms: Descendants (Disney Movies), Stray Kids (Band), ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Lee Minho | Lee Know, Lee Know as Mal, Han Jisung | Han, Han Jisung as Ben, Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Bang Chan as Evie, Kim Seungmin as Chad, Hwang Hyunjin, Hwang Hyunjin as Jane, Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Lee Felix as Carlos, Seo Changbin, Seo Changbin as Jay, Yang Jeongin | I.N, Yang Jeongin as Lonnie, Kim Hongjoong, Kim Hongjoong as Uma, Park Seonghwa, Park Seonghwa as Harry, Choi San (ATEEZ), Choi San as Gil, Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung as Lafou's Son, Kang Yeosang, Kang Yeosang as Snow White's Son, Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho as Hercules' Son, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Jeong Yunho as Rapunzel's Son, Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Song Mingi as Ariel's Son, Mal (Disney), Jay (Disney), Carlos de Vil, Evie (Disney), Chad Charming (Disney), Li Lonnie, Park Jisoo | Jihyo, Park Jihyo as Audrey, Mo Jihye | Danielle, Danielle as Dizzy, Phạm Ngọc Hân | Hanni, Hanni as Lonnie Relationships: Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know, Hwang Hyunjin/Lee Felix, Bang Chan/Kim Seungmin (Stray Kids), Seo Changbin/Yang Jeongin | I.N, Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho/Kang Yeosang, Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi (ATEEZ) Additional Tags: Movie: Descendants (2015), Movie: Descendants 2 (2017), Post-Movie: Descendants 3 (2019), Gay, Everyone Is Gay, Descendants Rewrite, Stray Kids x Descendants, LGBTQ Themes, minsung - Freeform, Hyunlix, chanmin - Freeform, ChangIn, seongjoong, Woosan, Enemies to Lovers, Fanfiction, Stray Kids Fanfiction, just for sillies read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/wSdYOgV

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Lovesickness - Taemin Oneshot

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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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Pairing: Minho x reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 600

Summary: how do you say no to him?

A/N: I can't stop thinking about thirsty Minho I'm sorry

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"I wanna try something" Minho whispered in between kisses.

You were laying in bed, your legs hugging his lower back, fully naked and so ready to fuck. He was on top of you, also naked, his body pressed onto yours and rubbing his cock on your core. He didn't stop his movements and you were having a hard time breathing already, but you were really curious about his words.

"Tell me" you said, cupping his face to make him look at you.

"Would you stand up?" he asked.

You nodded and he moved away from you. You stood up next to the bed and so did he, facing you. He grabbed you by the waist and pushed you backwards carefully until your back hit the wall.

"Would you let me know if it's uncomfortable?"

"If what is uncomfortable?" you asked, completely clueless.

He cupped your face and kissed you quickly before kneeling down in between your legs, opening them wider. He put his hands on your thighs and looked up at you with innocent eyes and smirking, slowly leaning into your core. He kissed your clit while still looking at you, your breath stuck in your throat.

"Fuck" you managed to say, hands buried in his hair.

You hooked one of your legs over his shoulder and you tiptoed with the other to give him better access, his hands supporting you from your ass.

He immediately went back at your core, flattening his tongue and running it up from your folds to your clit, closing his lips on it and sucking. You moaned loudly at this and he chuckled on your skin, going back to your entrance to lick again. The second lick made you close your eyes and arch your back, leaning your head to the wall, unable to feel anything but his wonderful tongue on you.

What followed was him practically making out with your pussy: messy, drippy and so fucking good. You were so wet you wondered if he would choke on your juices, collecting every drop of you with his tongue. You grabbed his hair harder and bucked your hips on his mouth, breathing shakily as he hummed and squeezed your ass in response. You were so close you were shuddering at this point, not sure how much longer you were gonna last.

He suddenly moved one of his hands forward from your ass to your entrance, probing it with his thumb. He slowly pushed it inside you, burying it deep. You whimpered, gripping on his shoulders as he thrust it shallowly and fast. You shut your eyes as your orgasm washed over you with force, letting out one breathy moan after another, your knees buckling. If it wasn't for Minho's arms, you would have probably collapsed to the ground, dissolved into pleasure.

He only detached his mouth from your core after you tapped on his arm, your pussy too sensitive. He carefully removed your leg from his shoulder and placed you down on the floor with him.

"Was it good?" he asked as he cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand.

"What do you think?" you breathed as you smiled.

He grinned as he ran his hands through his hair, and you thought he never looked more fuckable than now. Only when he looked down you noticed how hard he was, his cock red and glistening with precum. You crawled to him and placed yourself between his legs. He looked up and met your eyes just as you wrapped your hand on his cock.

"Do you need help with that?" you whispered.

"Please"

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Lace Lingerie

(Warning: contains rimming and anal play. I also cut this one short because I wasn’t sure if I was feeling it but if you guys like it, I’ll continue.) 

With your pulse racing, you stared at the shining cream and black bag Minho had left for you whilst he went out to practice. A bag full of different types of panties, some made from silk and lace so soft that they slipped from your fingers. You caught a glimpse at one of the price tags. 99 dollars for a simple white thong with a diamante detail. You gasped at how much he must have spent in the store. But why did he buy all of this? Next to the bag, he’d left a hand written note reading:

‘I expect one of these to be on you when I return and nothing else or there’ll be trouble.’ 

You had to admit that the note sent an intense warm tingle through your core and a shot of excitement through your veins that reached your finger tips. You kind of liked being in trouble; you enjoyed your punishments even though you weren’t supposed to but you sensed Minho wasn’t in a playful mood today; he was serious about this request. Looking through the multiple pairs, you tried to find one that would at least cover some of your behind, wanting to tease Minho and make him crazy for you.

Goosebumps spread across your body in anticipation when you heard the front door close. In your sheer black booty short style panties and nothing else, as he requested, you tried to act like you hadn’t been waiting for him to return, flopping down on your bed and pretending to read a book. You didn’t even have to look up to know he was there; you could feel Minho’s dark, lust filled eyes examining your body and it did things to you. With your breasts exposed, you hoped he couldn’t see your nipples harden with arousal. 

“Mmm, even better than I imagined. You’re such a good girl.” 

Minho hummed in appreciation, folding his arms and admiring his woman. From behind the book, you bit your lower lip, trying not to smirk at his words. 

“I try...”

You replied, placing the book down and gawking at your topless sex god boyfriend. He made your heart thump against your chest like a boxing match. 

“Thank you for the panties Sir but why did you get me them?” 

You asked curiously, crawling to the edge of the bed where he stood with an obvious hard on trying to break free from his grey joggers. He smirked, an aura of cockiness about him. 

“Because, princess, I like to watch your butt almost pop out from them.” 

And within seconds, he reached over and grabbed your ass cheeks, squeezing them dominantly and making you squeal from surprise. 

“These are nice baby but I was hoping you’d pick a pair that’s a little more revealing.” 

He commented, staring at your behind and making you blush. 

“You’re going to have to model some for me. I want to see your perky ass bounce and don’t be coy about it. Off you go.” 

“I like the lace on these ones. You look amazing in pink Princess.” 

Minho said, running his fingers down the soft fabric until he reached peep hole on your mound. You could see the desire in his eyes and his body tense as he felt a part of himself stiffen even more. After trying on three pairs for him, he decided he liked the pink ones the most, wanting to rip them from your soft skin. 

“Bend over the bed for me.” 

He instructed and you weren’t about to defy him. Minho had a hand that was ready to spank your ass with no mercy; an image of the last time he spanked your ass so hard that it bruised shades of purple and yellow flashed through your mind. No, you were going to be a good girl today. Minho couldn’t resist touching when you bent over, the thong allowed him to kiss and nibble your back side and you loved the attention you were getting from him. 

“You see Princess, I have a thing for a nice round ass. Something to spank and grab and kiss. Fuck, yours looks so delicious and wow, these panties are doing something to me.” 

Minho’s words made it hard to breathe, your pants becoming heavier and steaming up the room. You couldn’t help but mewl when you felt his fingers hook around the band of the thong and peel it from your hips. The thin fabric dropped to the floor and Minho wasted no time in giving your left cheek a hard spank. 

“Ow!” 

You squeaked, pouting in to the pillow. 

“Sorry baby. I couldn’t help myself. You’ve been a good girl for me today. I should reward you, shouldn’t I pretty girl?” 

He knew what his pet names did to you. Already, you were struggling to keep still and to fight off the urge to touch yourself. Minho always managed to make you wet within seconds, completely under his control. By nature, he was a dominant but luckily, a loving and generous boyfriend who you adored. You nodded in agreement, telling him you wanted a treat but that wasn’t a good enough response for him. Making you shriek, his hand slapped your right cheek harder than the other. Pain spread through your skin as you could feel your behind glow a bright shade of red. 

“Try answering me again Princess.” 

His tone was soft yet authoritative. You gulped before shyly answering: 

“Yes Sir, I’d like a reward please.” 

You could sense his triumphant, pleased smirk. It was difficult for you to be verbal with your desires with him, only because he looked so damn good all the time and you could barely find your words, never mind say naughty things that made you want to hide your face under the covers.

“That’s a good girl.” 

You could feel his warmth breath on your behind, his hands gently spreading your derriere. All sorts of thoughts were running through your mind; this was a new feeling, a foreign sensation. You felt his lips, there. Minho placed the tip of his fingers inside your butt hole sometimes; when he was feeling adventurous, he’d gently insert his thumb and watch you squirm in a mixture of pain and pleasure but his lips and tongue were different. 

Is this okay?

Is this normal? 

Is this hygienic? 

You had so many questions about this but you were struggling to pay attention to them; what he was doing felt amazing though it was hard to admit it to yourself. This was so kinky, even for yours and Minho’s relationship that had always been mixed with aspects of BDSM. Minho’s strong hands firmly kept you spread open and exposed. Like he’d been dreaming about it for years, the point of his tongue drew circles around your tight butt hole and then probed your confused sphincter. A desperate groan escaped your mouth, telling Minho how you felt about his little experiment. For a moment, he took his mouth away from you, happy with himself. 

“You like this baby?”

Minho questioned as he massaged your aching butt cheeks, admiring how firm yet bouncy they were then he touched them. Embarrassed, you didn’t want to tell him how much you liked it yet you didn’t want him to stop. He couldn’t stop now; you were getting so wet. 

“Yes...I like it.” 

Minho moved his mouth back to your butt. 

“Such a naughty girl.” 

You heard him whisper before spitting on your hole and probing it with his tongue a little more. He tried different techniques with you to see your responses, flattening his tongue and licking it slowly, almost fucking it with a stiff tongue and wiggling it fast side to side, using a sucking motion but every response was the same, a loud moan and a plead for more. You couldn’t believe how you were almost reaching an orgasm from something as dirty as what he was doing but you knew for sure that you wanted him to bring this in to the bedroom permanently. It felt so good that you were even tempted to try to reach behind you and bring his head in further. Deeply, you wished you could see what his face looked like buried between your buttocks. You bet it looked delicious; what a thrilling thought, your clit ached and begged to be touched. When Minho stopped, you could feel the sexual tension and desire so much that beads of sweat appeared on your forehead. Having no idea what he had in mind next, you held your breath, not daring to look at him in the eyes; you’d be sucked under his control within seconds. 

“Oh baby girl, do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?” 

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Imperfect

Request

Summary: Body-image and self esteem are not your strong points, and waking up to see you have gained weight tips you over the edge.

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Self Body Shaming (Weight Gain).

When you wake up, your partner Minho has already left for work. That is normal for you, you often work late, as you had last night, whereas Minho’s schedule always had him out in the morning. You hated not waking up next to him, but you try not to dwell so hard. Your weekend has started, and you have plans for a nice dinner at home with Minho tonight.

You get out of bed, and strip off your pyjamas to walk into the bathroom to shower. As you pass by the mirror, you turn to look at yourself and feel sick almost instantly, quickly spinning around to set the scales up on the floor, and waiting for them to level before stepping onto them.

You watch the figures as they appear on the scale, and your fears are confirmed as you see the number has jumped up, 1 kilogram higher than it was last week. You instantly burst into tears, mind racing as you think back to every meal you have eaten this week, every snack you chose, every drink you consumed, trying to work out what you could have done differently.

You step off the scales and into the shower, hoping to wash away your sadness, though no matter how scalding hot the water is, you can’t get that fucking number out of your head.

After drying yourself, you change into loose clothing and go to your at-home gym, because of course Minho had a gym setup. A little light-headed from not eating breakfast, you choose to run on the treadmill for as long as you can, playing a k-drama on the wall-mounted TV to keep you entertained as you run.

You are drenched in sweat by the time you finish up, having done some strength training after your cardio. You go and have a second shower, washing your hair and taking a little longer than the first that you had this morning.

You resist the urge to weigh yourself again, as much as the scales call to you to do so. You walk down the hall to your bedroom, changing into your clothes for the day, a cute skirt and one of Minho’s t-shirts, smelling like him, bringing you comfort through your sadness.

The day passes by, you get the housework done, take a nap, and watch a few episodes of the drama that you are so invested in. You are immersed in the show when you are shaken from your focus as your phone begins to ring.

“Yeoboseyo?” You answer.

“Jagiya!” Minho replies cheerfully, “I’m just at the store, do you have any preferences for dinner tonight?”

At the mere mention of food, your mind races to the weight-gain you have had. You almost burst into tears, but you hold it in, knowing how much it hurts Minho when you cry and he can’t be there for you straight away.

“Can you just buy me a juice, please?” You ask softly, “I want to diet again.”

You hear Minho sigh, and he hesitates before he is able to respond to you, “Sure, nae sarang. I will be home soon. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You reply before disconnecting the call.

Minho will be upset, you know that he will, and even more so if he finds out that you have not eaten today. You try to distract yourself from your anxiety, doing a final clean of the kitchen, until you hear the front door open, and the familiar footsteps of your partner as he walks down the hallway to you.

“Jagi, I missed you.” He sighs, pulling you into his arms, as he places the bag of groceries down onto the counter behind you.

“I missed you too, oppa.” You reply sweetly, knowing that he struggles to stay mad when you lay on the aegyo.

Minho holds you out at arms length, looking at you with wide, sad eyes. His lips are settled in a pout as he tries to read your emotions, but you keep them guarded, not wanting to let him down or make him upset.

“What’s wrong, nae sarang?” He asks, “You knew we were making dinner together tonight, why don’t you want to eat?”

You bite your lip, not wanting to tell the truth, but Minho’s doe-eyes have you melting, unable to lie to him, you sigh before opening your mouth to talk.

“I gained a kilogram, Minho.” You start, blinking back your tears, “I’m so fat, I’m never going to be fit like you. I feel so ugly.”

You swear you can see Minho’s heart break at your words, you know that it pains him to see you talk about yourself badly. He takes your hands in his own, gazing at you with sparkling eyes as you try not to break down.

“Jagiya, no… don’t say that. Your body is perfect, a kilogram means nothing, there is nothing wrong with you.” Minho urges, willing you to believe him.

You shake your head, barely able to look at him anymore, wanting to melt into the floor and just disappear forever. Minho does not allow this though, pulling you back into his arms and stroking your back, he kisses your forehead gently.

“Are you sure you don’t think I’m ugly?” You ask, breathing in his scent to try and get out of your head.

You know that Minho is right, a kilogram really does mean nothing, weight fluctuates depending on where you are at in your cycle, there are so many factors, but you can’t help thinking that there is something else you could have done. You have worked so hard on your body, as Minho does his own, and you worry that he will think differently of you with extra weight on the scales.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” He murmurs, tracing your curves, chuckling as you writhe when his fingertips tickle you, “Everything about you is hot.”

This is exactly what you needed to hear, though you still feel awful, Minho’s hands on your body remind you that you are loved, so damn much, by the beautiful man that you live with, and have been in a relationship with for years now.

“You’re not just saying that?” You ask him, though you believe him, you just want to be sure.

Minho surprises you as he picks you up, sitting you on the kitchen counter, and tucking your hair behind your ears as he stares at you.

“I would not lie to you, nae sarang.” He promises, as you wrap your legs around his hips to pull him closer, he leans in to brush his lips against yours, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

His hot breath on your lips sends shivers down your spine, almost making you forget why you were upset in the first place. He presses his lips to yours, kissing you sweetly, moaning a little as your tongue flicks out to lick along his bottom lip.

“I still think that you could do better,” You murmur, “Someone as handsome as you deserves a fucking goddess.”

Minho nips playfully at your bottom lip, “Aish, jagiya…” He sighs, “You are a fucking goddess, are you kidding?”

He leans in to kiss you harder, moving his hands to your hips to pull your body against his. The kiss leaves you breathless, as his kisses always do, and craving more, so much more. You want Minho to make you feel loved, and beautiful, and worthy of him.

“I love you oppa.” You whimper, as his fingernails dig into your hips just a little.

Minho takes the hem of your - his - t-shirt in his hands, tearing it up over your head to expose your bare chest, “Jagiya,” He growls into your neck as he kisses it, “I love you, too.”

You trail your hands down his back to find the hem of his own shirt, wanting to see the body that you love so much. Minho chuckles, though obliges your request as he helps you remove the clothing from him. You trace his muscular chest, down to the rivets of his abdominal muscles, mesmerised by his beauty.

You grind your hips into him as he kisses along your jawline to your lips, and you whine as you feel he has begun to harden. He chuckles into the kiss, and he surprises you, as he lifts you off the counter completely.

“Minho-ya!” You gasp, “You’re so strong.”

With your legs wrapped around him, he hooks his fingers into the elastic of the skirt you’re wearing, pulling them, and your panties, down before sitting you back on the counter. He takes the fabric completely off you, running his hands up your thighs as he leans in to kiss you again. You reach to remove his pants, and he assists you with the belt and button.

“You know I love you, right?” Minho asks, tracing a hand down your chest, admiring you as he does so, “You are perfect, I promise.”

You giggle, pulling him closer to you with your legs, hips at the perfect height to feel his hardening cock against your core. He has one hand on the back of your neck, as you drape your arms over his shoulders to kiss him. His other hand trails down your stomach, past your hips and to your core, sending shivers up your spine as he touches you.

“Ah, fuck… oppa.” You whine against his lips.

“Do you want something, jagiya?” Minho hums, fingers stroking at your entrance to tease you.

You try to remain still, though your partner’s hands on you have you desperate, feeling his cock, hard against your inner thigh, has you dripping before Minho even inserts a finger.

“Are you really gonna make me beg?” You whimper, exaggerating your emotions a little, “Even when you’re trying to cheer me up?”

You arch your back, as Minho suddenly presses his middle finger into you, moaning into his mouth as he kisses you.

“No begging, jagiya,” He murmurs, “Only going to make you feel good tonight, I promise.”

A second finger enters you shortly after, and you grind your hips into his hand each time he pulls out to thrust them in again. His thumb works your clit, as you hold tightly to him, quickly becoming a mess to his touch.

“Fuck me, Minho,” You order harshly, before softening your tone, “Please, oppa, I wanna feel your cock inside me.”

You reach down to take Minho’s cock in your hands, fully hard, you stroke him while he fingers you, repeatedly begging for him, wanting him so badly.

“You’re so good to me, jagiya,” Minho purrs, “So polite, asking so nicely, how could I say no?”

As he pulls his fingers out of you, he grabs his cock instead, his gaze never leaving yours as he enters you. He kisses you sweetly, and you gasp at the sudden stretch, but you take him so well, you always do, he fills you perfectly.

“Fuck, oppa… I love your cock, ah, you feel so good inside of me.” You moan, throwing your head back as Minho kisses your neck.

He keeps a hand on your lower back, holding you close to him, as you lift your hips to meet his with every thrust. You come close to unravelling so quickly, as Minho fucks you on the kitchen counter. He works hard and fast, moaning every time you clench around him.

“Jagiya, you’re gonna make me cum.” Minho moans, “You’re so fucking hot, I can’t hold back much longer.”

Minho reaches between your thighs to tease your clit, you bite into his neck to suppress your moans as each second passes and you begin to unravel for him. Your body seizes as you lose yourself for him, feeling the way that he tenses as he reaches peak too.

“I love you Minho,” You breathe, lifting your head to kiss him as his movements slow.

“I love you too, jagi.” He hums, “All of you is perfect, even the parts that you think are imperfect, are perfect to me.”

You roll your eyes, giggling at how dramatic Minho always is, but you kiss him again anyway, because you do love it, you love how much he cares for you, and the sweet words that he always has to say. You forget the pain of seeing your weight on the scales, accepting that while your body can change every day, the love that you share with Minho is endless, always and forever yours.