#key x reader

[xotaemintol]

SHINee KINKS (ot5) edited

*Quick disclaimer! I know there will be some who are upset or uncomfortable with me or anyone writing smut for Jonghyun or including him in anything smut related or maybe anything fan-fiction relation and I understand and hear you, but not only have I done a poll asking what people would think with the majority saying that they’d want it, but I also think that as long as I or anyone else isn’t disrespecting him or anyone else, and is aware that it is all fiction and is making sure to be mindful of everyone, that it can be done right. If you are uncomfortable or upset by it, then feel free to block me, not in a “I don’t care way”, you can also send feedback. But I’m saying this to let everyone know that I do plan to continue writing about him, he’s one of my ults and I think that continuing to write about him as anyone does another idol is also remembering. I will be deleting anything hateful or triggering in anyway shape or form. Let’s all be mindful of each other and be kind, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy.*

Pronouns used: NONE (good girl/fem reader implied a few times)

TWS: Breeding, hair pulling, impact play/spanking, dirty talk, choking/breath play, sensory deprivation/blindfolding, BDSM, bondage, praise, degradation, feather play, ice play, biting, cock warming, authority play, sub/dom dynamics, exhibitionism, pet play, and dumbification.

MINHO

•Hair pulling

It's pretty straightforward, he likes pulling your hair (doesn't mind having his pulled if he's eating you out), and seeing the way you react turns him on so much

-Doesn't do it often but when he does he's more of a "grab and hold tight" type than a "yank and pull type" (that's more of Jonghyun and Kibum hehe)

-Will pull your hair if he's fucking you from behind, or if you're sucking his dick, he'll grab a handful of your hair and make you go slower or he'll fuck your face and guide your head with your hair

•Warming

-He likes when you sit on his lap anyways, he loves how you’ll wrap around him and nuzzle your body against his, despite him being muscular he’s very soft and loves it when you treat him as such. So even if you aren’t warming he loves it anyways, but it just adds another layer when he’s inside of you and you’re just sitting there on top of him.

-Sometimes he’ll sit and read a book (when he’s not out and being the active man he is) and you’ll be sitting on top of him with nothing but a loose dress on and him inside of you, occasionally “readjusting” himself and pulling you down just a little more. Sometimes he gets a little carried away and instead of it just being peaceful he’ll start moving his hips and hint for you to move too (which you always do) it’ll quickly go from you clinging to him while he does some relaxing mundane task, to him slowly fucking you while you both hold each other and softly moan into each other's ear.

•Impact Play (specifically spanking)

-Sometimes he'll role-play with you and will have you lay across his lap while he spanks you, he's more of a hand guy than a belt guy because he likes to feel your soft skin against his hands

-He'll spank you if he's (once again) fucking you from behind, walking past him, bending over, in public, changing, in the shower, it doesn't matter. Minho will smack your ass no matter where you are or what you're doing

•Authority Play

-He likes to take charge and you love seeing him do it, he'll get his military uniform from the closet (because of course he kept it) and will be like "Get on your knees" and will have you hump his leg

-He sometimes handcuffs you and will pretend to be an officer, he'll be all rough with you and grope you, grind against you and give you a "pat down" That's just him groping your entire body and bending you over then fucking you.

JINKI

•Daddy Kink

-He loves it when you sit on his lap and call him daddy, he encourages you to do it in public especially (surprisingly), and will have you ride him and call him daddy

-Even if you aren't having sex, he still wants you to call him daddy, especially since he loves taking care of you, he loves how you say it too when you get whiny and call him from another room or complain and get all bratty he gets so excited

•Ice or feathers

-He likes them because they usually call for slow and careful movements, at first he thought that it would make you a little uncomfortable but after seeing your reaction he decided to add feathers into the mix. It could be included in kissing, him eating you out, teasing, and just about anything possible.

-He’ll slowly drag an ice cube down your body, sitting it on your stomach for just a second until the heat radiating off your skin melts it just enough for him to lick up the drips of water, or hold it in his mouth while he’s between your legs and since he doesn’t want it to be too cold he makes sure to keep his hands warm and switch between his tongue and his fingers. With the feathers he’ll brush them against your thighs, slowly going up to your hips, stomach, nipples, then sides of your neck, every breath, gasp, and shiver makes him feel more and more pleased.

•Choking/breath play

-He's super careful when it comes to choking you and made sure to do plenty of research on it before trying it on you because even though it's exciting it can be dangerous

-He'll wrap his arm around your throat while fucking you from behind, choke you while you're underneath him, cover your mouth and nose while he's fingering you, and even force you to hold your breath while you're cumming

•Breeding

-He looooovveesssss breeding, although he's said plenty of times that he's not ready for kids (and you have said the same) he can't get enough of cumming inside of you and the thought of you being marked as his

-He puts you in mating presses so often that you're surprised when he doesn't, he'll have you walk around with a vibrator inside of you to keep his cum in all day and when you get home he'll take it out and clean you up while calling you a good girl for holding it in all-day

KIBUM

•Degradation

-Loves calling you things like "dirty whore", "My pretty slut", "Fuck toy", "pretty bitch", "dumb whore" and more, and loves it when you call him things like "stupid boy", "dumb slut", "Man whore", and especially "Sexy bitch"

-If he's in charge for the night he'll fuck you while he's degrading you, he talks dirty to you and talk about how he's going to fuck you dumb and how good you feel, how you're such a pretty whore while he's deep inside of you

•Pillow talk or you talking about your day

-He doesn’t mean to but hearing you talk about your day and rant or ramble turns him on so much, he loves to watch the way you explain things, the way you talk and your mannerisms make him want to sweep you off your feet, kiss you, and explore every inch of your body. He especially loves it because he thinks your voice is so beautiful, he always asks you about your day but not because he wants to be all horny and stuff, just because he wants to know but every time he’s so hard that it’s impossible to hide.

-He’ll ask you if he can eat you out or finger you while you talk about your day, he won’t go super fast because he still wants you to talk but he will put his all into pleasing you, he loves it when your voice gets all shaky and you can’t help but let out small moans in between words. You can always tell when he’s getting turned on from listening to you talk because his face gets all red and he won’t stop smiling and will avoid your gaze, he’ll get so cute and shy when he listens to you talk. Sometimes he even asks you to ride him while you talk about your day or ramble about random things.

•Dumbification

-He loves fucking you till you can't speak, the sound of you babbling nonsense and shouting out random strings of pleas, curses, and jumbled messes of praise, it turns him on so much to see you so thoughtless

-He loves to see your face when he's fucking you because he can see that switch in your brain turn off and watch you go dumb off the pleasure, he is so obsessed with you looking so lewd and smiling, crying, begging, moaning, and rolling your eyes back as you cum, you look so pretty when you can't think to him

•Latex

-No matter who's in it, he loves the feeling and the sight of it, it's a healthy mixture of you both wearing it and he especially loves it when you wear it, latex books, thigh highs, gloves, pants, whatever. It turns him into an animal

-You have a pair of latex pants that hug your legs and waist perfectly, when he's subbing he'll grind against you and let you overstimulate him. But when he's domming he'll wear a pair of latex gloves and spank you with them on, or wear a pair of latex boots and make you grind against them until you get overstimulated

TAEMIN

•Pet Play

-He bought you an adorable collar, cute cat ears, a tail, and your very own cat bowl, he loves seeing you crawl to him and drink water out of the bowl, and he loves when you climb up on his lap and nuzzle into him while poking your butt out like you're in heat

-He'll fuck you on the kitchen floor while you're on your hands and knees, or he'll put a leash on you and pull it while he's fucking you and yank your collar, he'll lean in really close while he's fucking you and whisper in your ear calling you a 'naughty kitty' and a 'bad girl (I wish I could go on omg)

•Blind folding/ sight deprivation

-He likes it when you blindfold him, but he likes to blindfold you just as much. He thinks that it’s romantic that you are trusting him with your body and that he’s trusting you with his, he also likes the idea of just feeling. Following each other's touch and being so excited for the next touch, when he first told you about him wanting to be the one wearing the blindfold he was a little shy to admit that he wanted to try it too, but you were more than happy to try it.

-The blindfolds are only used for foreplay, you both like it more since foreplay is all about building excitement and anticipation. You’ll be kissing him and will suddenly pull away for a few seconds, he gets all pouty and will whine and ask you to come back but instead, you kiss him on his shoulder or his chest, he loves it when you pick random spots to kiss or run your fingers along. When you are the one being teased he likes to worship your body, he’ll kiss you from head to toe, his fingers dancing across your skin, and his hair tickling the inside of your thighs ever so slightly. He’ll pull away a few times, but you can never guess when he’ll do it or for how long he’ll do it, he thinks it’s more exciting like that.

•Exhibition

-Those giant windows in his living room come in handy when he's feeling extra risky, since he knows that’s the closet he can get to doing anything anywhere really public he always limits it to in front of those giant windows, in his car in an empty parking lot (with probably his own music playing...Move most likely lol), one of the dance practice rooms, the recording studio, an empty dressing room, and one of the bathrooms in the sm building

-Presses you against the glass while telling you to look out the window at all of the people he'll be fucking you and will be like "Does it feel good? Do you like being watched?" Loves it when you play into it and mention how it makes you excited to think about someone catching him fucking you. He especially likes it when you can't keep your voice down and will whimper and bite him to stay quiet.

•Kissing

-He has a rule about kissing him in front of other people because he knows how you both get and even though he's into public play, he'd rather not fuck you in front of his manager (in front of SHINee is a different story though but I'll save that for another day) the minute he kisses you he's itching for more

-Kisses you while fucking you, he likes to see your face when he's fucking you because he wants to be able to kiss you. Pillowy lips + A1 stroke game + Pretty moans = Lee Taemin. He'd even make out with you while grinding against you, he'll even pull you off your knees when you're giving him head and kiss you right after

JONGHYUN

•Hair pulling

-Isn't the "Pull and hold type" he's the "pull and keep pulling" type, he'll pull your hair while you kissing and yank your head back by your hair, and sometimes he'll be playing in your hair, and will randomly pull it because he just loves the way you react

-He won't pull your hair if you're on your knees but he will while he's fucking you, your scalp will get sore from the pulling but he feels so good inside of you that you don't even care

•Biting

-Sometimes you'll playfully bite him while you're out and nibble on his shoulder or his bicep and he'll give you that bedroom look to warn you, or he'll bite you and it'll start as a joke but then he'll bite even harder and will go from biting you on your shoulder or arm and then will move up to your neck and game over when he gets there, no turning back when he finally gets excited

-He fucks you in whatever position gets his mouth the closet to your shoulders, neck, and lips, he loves the feeling of your skin in his mouth, the way you sound, it makes him so excited (he's a vampire like frl) and he loves the way your teeth feel against his skin, he doesn't like it when you try to hold back and will bite him softly, he wants you to bite him to the point that he leaves a mark. He'll have you sit on his lap while he fingers you and he'll let you bite him, in short, he loves biting

•Eye Contact

-The softer sweeter side of him loves eye contact the last and lingers. He loves how pretty your eyes are, and he always makes sure to look you in the eyes before kissing you, he’ll sit in front of you and just stare for a second then lean in a kiss you, eye contact with you gives him butterflies and because he has the prettiest eyes to ever exist you love it just as much.

-During sex, he’ll go slow, caress your face, smile a little, and look you in the eyes while telling you that you look so pretty, he’d be glistening in sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead, his lips slightly red with your kisses scattered over his skin (soon to be covered by the makeup artists lol) and breathing heavily as he tries his best to hold himself together and keep the romantic atmosphere.

•Praise

-He's always complimenting you, no matter what, but you know when that switch goes off in his head and it goes from compliments to praise from the way his tone will change. He'll go from "You look so nice today." To "You're so pretty baby, who's my pretty girl? Huh?" And "Wow, this is so good baby." To "Such a good girl, you like being a good girl for me baby?"

-He'll be fucking you and will hold you against his chest from behind while whispering in your ear that you take him so well, he'll tell you that you're doing such a good job and will encourage you to be louder, he'll call you pretty, kiss your entire body, tell you that you look so beautiful when you cum for him and will praise when he's done and shower you in love and kisses.

[shawol-poser]

Replay (The 'KEY' x reader insert Anthology) Teaser

Disclaimer:I own nothing but my writing. I write with the idol's on screen persona in mind, which should be considered separate from the idol's real persona. This is by no means canon (obviously), should not be treated as such, and should not be seen as a representation of any of the people featured in this work. If enough people request it, a separate work will be published with alternative pronouns.

Pairing: Kim Kibum x Fem! Makeup Artist! Ex-classmate! reader

Summary: A collection of, "Kim Kibum x Makeup Artist! Ex-classmate! reader" one shots as told through various times the reader is mentioned in different variety shows that "SHINee's KEY" has been featured in!!

Replay, Track 1

Replay, Track 2

"Yah, this is amazing!" Minho chuckled out as he kept staring at his phone. The images and videos of Key in various states of drunkenness amusing him.

"Your dog seems like he's drunk too-" The comment elicits a new wave of laughter to the already comical sight in front of them.

"He's angry because he couldn't sleep until late." Key says apologetically as he focuses back on the screen of MBC's 'I Live Alone.'

Minho being featured on the current episode of the show meant that only chaos would ensue. Known as, “The Tom and Jerry of the Kpop world,” they woke up with monstrous hangovers that seemed to immediately kickstart their bickering as Key's house guest was denied water after asking so nicely.

The two ended up calming down from their laughing fit as they tried to catch their breath. The heat and head rush from dehydration and the remaining alcohol in their bloodstream made it hard for them to get up as they giggled at the contents of the other's phone. "We should clean up first." Getting up, the camera pans to Minho as he peeked at the mess on the dining table and looked back at his bandmate, whom was still lying down. "This is serious, what should we do?" He looks again, but sees the other only closing their eyes tighter in frustration. Wanting to block out his noisy guest.

Narae grimaces in understanding. "Ugh, that must be when you feel the most nauseous. When cleaning up after drinking." Various noises in agreement were made, sympathising with the seemingly universal struggle.

The camera then pans to the entrance of Key's unit. The beeping of buttons and the rustling of plastic getting louder as the new face opened the door and entered. A seemingly full plastic bag in hand.

"Oh? It's a woman?" Narae looks back and forth to her side and to the footage.

A graphic of, "SHINee KEY's Mystery Guest?" appears on screen as the person in question continued moving. Comme Des and Garcon jumped and barked to catch her attentions as she did. The sound caused the two bachelors to see where the sound was coming from where they were.

The masked figure takes off their shoes with a grunt and makes their way to the living room, approaching with confident steps as they peer down into the plastic. "Hey, Kibum-ah. I'm going to--" The guest begins, but stops themselves as they raised their head to see not one, but two SHINee members now looking at them. Plastic still in hand as the duo looked at her.

The camera freezes to show two angles as it shows the reaction of the new guest and the two idols. A split screen appearing with cartoon graphics of question marks were on either side, building up light-hearted suspense.

"I - Is this your secret girlfriend? She looked very comfortable coming in." The entertainer pushes, a shocked expression on her face. Head again moving to gauge the reactions of her costars.

Key appears alone on screen as a part of the solo documentary interview. The question being prompted on the screen as he looked at the interviewer earnestly. "Ah..." He began, eyes looking elsewhere as he pauses and thinks carefully. "Y/n, is her name."

The screen then resumes the playback of the duo's reaction to the masked figure. The woman stills before slowly backing away while still facing them with a stone face, almost as if to exit.

"Yah, Y/n-ah? Why are you here?" Minho's naturally wide eyes only seemed to get wider as he appraised the new guest.

"Minho knows her too?!" Hyunmoo eventually joins in as his curiosity has been piqued.

Key laughs silently as he watches the screen, wondering what direction the editing crew wanted to push this episode in. So far, he thinks, it was at least somewhat good for television.

He hopes for an even better reaction later though.

The woman sighs, deciding to just go along with them despite the unexpected guest, and approaches them.

“You guys look so pitiful. Here," The woman moved to hand over two bottles of cold water from the plastic bag. One to Minho, whose eyes were still wide in wonder as he looked at the bottle, and one to Key, whose glare only seemed to worsen. Her eyebrows furrowing in deep thought at the face he’s pulling.

Minho's satisfied sigh is heard in the background, a groaned out "thank you" that was edited to be a lot quieter was heard, as she reached the shorter-haired male. The two stared each other down. Gaze hardening, as if daring the other to say anything, before Key reached for the water in her outstretched hand. He was stopped however when Y/n clicked her tongue in irritation. Taking off her mask with her other hand. "Kibum-ah,…your face is so puffy." She comments. Faux disgust makes itself known in her voice and on her faces, which only causes Key's earlier exasperation to worsen.

The guests of the show all break out into laughter at the woman's blunt words and Key's reaction. Not expecting this mystery character to be so upfront with the celebrity.

The unmasked woman is then shown on screen, being interviewed solo. A polite smile on her face as she greets the camera respectfully.

"Hello everyone! Today, I'm SHINee KEY's makeup artist; Y/n. Nice to meet you." Lowering her head and lifting it up to look around, graphics were included to show the personality that radiated from her.

"Makeup artist??" Narae exclaims, disbelief clearly shone on her face.

"Right, she's been with us from the beginning." Key reveals, regarding her and the other guests as he nods along.

The screen then showed a montage of various pictures from SHINee's debut days that were taken from some of the members' old social media accounts. The idol at the MBC headquarters laughing in shock at almost not recognising himself from how young and different he looked. How everyone looked.

But what the other guests were surprised to see were two pictures that seemed to be taken before the group's debut. Perhaps even before their trainee days, the images staying on screen for a longer duration.

Two pictures of SHINee's KEY with their makeup artist. One in a class picture, and the other at a competition.

"You were classmates?!"

Key could only cackle loudly at the shock of his co-stars.

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[mykoreanlove]

Similarities

„Speed dating?“, you asked baffled. „You want me to go speed dating with you?“

Your best friend nodded her head eagerly. „Think about it. Our love life sucks and this way we can meet a lot of guys in a short amount of time. It’s cost efficient!“

Her business major definitely got the best of her. „Can’t you just download tinder or something?“, you whined.

She pushed you off the couch and ushered you to your closet.

„Change into something sexy and let’s go steal some hearts tonight.“

Ever since your heart got stolen years ago you made peace with the state of your love life. A sad heart that was still beating was better than no heart at all, right?

You put on a red dress and fumbled with your pearls, deciding to play along for tonight. „Put on a smile, act cheerily and get through this“, you encouraged yourself while looking in the mirror.

„Hwaiting y/n, hwaiting.“

The event was held in a high class restaurant, almost making you feel out of place. „Are you sure this is the right one?“

Your friend nodded happily. „Yes, come on.“

The interior was all white and minimalistic, turning the place into an elegant adventure. Inside were a lot of people - younger and older, introverted and outgoing, boring to the eyes and drop dead gorgeous.

A group of three caught your eyes immediately - they were all so different in looks, yet united in handsomeness. You nudged your friend and tilted your head in their direction, praying to be matched with one of them.

„I don’t know whom I want to meet first, y/n. The one that looks traumatized by everyone in here, the one with the smoking hot body or the cheeky one that keeps biting his lip.“

You burst out laughing, immediately getting side eyed by other contestants.

„Ahem, can I get everyone’s attention? Welcome to our speed dating event tonight.“

The host, a guys in his late 50s, was visibly happy to accommodate such an event. „We’re going to divide you into groups of six, so you have enough time to get to know each other.“

You scanned the room once more, nervous about who you would meet tonight. „There are no rules but please be open and friendly. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet the love of your life here tonight?“, he chuckled giddily.

You rolled your eyes as hard as you could, not believing in that possibility anymore.

They assigned you to a room and told you to wait for the other participants. You noticed your trembling fingers, getting mad at yourself for being nervous about such a peculiar thing. Minutes after you welcomed the next participant, a stunning woman in her 30s.

She beamed at you excitedly. „Hi girls, nice to meet you.“

You chatted for a while as you waited for the guys to join you. The door flung open and you forgot how to breathe as you realized who had just walked in.

„Hey everybody“, they greeted you. Your best friend pinched your arm, smirking deviously. „Told you it was a good idea.“

Your first speed date was with Kibum. 5 minutes should be enough to decide if you’d like to see him again, right? He was definitely nervous at first, eyeing you up and down. Kibum had a certain vibe about him, like you had visit from royalty. Talking to him was fun as he provided a lot of sassy comments and remarkable stories. He talked a lot with his face, letting you know what he felt without saying a word. You could easily picture spending more time with him watching reality tv and gossiping about people’s fashion choices.

The bell rang loudly, announcing the end of your first date.

„It was my pleasure, y/n“, he waved you off nonchalantly.

Your second date was Minho. „Nice to meet you, y/n“, he said politely.

Minho had a certain charm about him, embodying maturity as well as grace. He definitely seemed grown and grounded. You chatted a bit about hobbies, passions and ambitions before the ball rang again.

He squeezed your hands before getting up, flashing you his warmest smile before moving on to the next girl. You pictured yourself with him but felt a bit distant, fearing days of soccer training and talks about how to invest your money wisely.

Last but not least you had your final date with the youngest of them. Taemin was different than the others, yet he blended into the group perfectly. He was outgoing and bubbly, chatting away and giggling about the most random things. He intrigued you the most but you couldn’t understand why.

You examined his face, blushing slightly as you counted his freckles.

„You’re adorable“, he smiled sweetly at you. Your cheeks turned deep red as he caught you off guard. „Me? Why?“

His answer got caught off in the bell‘s ringing, leaving you disappointed. Taemin noticed right away and leaned over, whispering into your ear.

„Choose me and I’ll tell you why next time, y/n.“

Even after he was long gone you still could feel his lips on your earlobe.

„So, anyone you liked?“, you jumped up and down, eager to know about the other‘s experience.

The older girl shook her head and packed her bags. „They’re all nice but I want someone older. Good luck for you all.“

Your best friend turned to you expectedly. „I’m pretty sure I know who you want to see again.“

Images of Taemin flashed your mind, reddening your cheeks again. You didn’t want to be so obvious though, so you played it cool.

„Which one do you think?“

„Oh please“, she rolled her eyes at you, „it’s obviously Taemin.“

„What makes it so obvious?“

„Well, you’re practically the same person.“

You chuckled proudly. „Oh yeah? Because we’re both gorgeous as hell? Or because of our funny jokes? Quirky personality?“

„No“, her voice was flat, „because you both feel broken.“

Her words felt like a punch to the stomach.

„Broken?“

She looked at you concerned. „Didn’t you see his sad eyes?“

Pictures of Taemin‘s eyes flooded your mind but it was hard for you to decipher sadness in them. You got irritated. „What makes you say that? He was so bubbly and happy. I don’t think he’s sad at all.“

Your best friend sighed, choosing her words carefully.

„Or was he a bit too much? Almost hyper? People, especially with depression, tend to do that a lot, y/n. The bubblier they are, the more they’re concealing their pain. Did you really not notice?“

You did not.

Your friend got up and placed a kiss on the crown of your head. „I guess you have been too occupied with holding up your own bubbly facade to even notice who’s really sitting in front of you.“

Tears perked your eyes, stinging heavily. Your best friend took your face into her hand and made you look at her, a mixture of compassion and bossiness in her gaze. „Don’t do that anymore. Just be real about what you feel. M‘kay?“

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 23- Phone Sex

Pairing: Key x Fem!Reader

Warnings: They call each other baby, mutual masturbation, long-distance playtime.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

PROMT LIST

MASTERLIST

You loved your boyfriend Key but, sometimes when he'd go on tour it was hard. It was great during the times when he could take you with him but, the times when he can't they were torture. Besides missing him all the time it was especially difficult when you were needy and he wasn't here to please you. He felt the same way. That's how you found yourself video calling him only wearing your sexiest lingerie.

"Hey, baby," he said answering your call.

"I have a question," you said, " Are you back at your hotel room yet?"

"Yeah, why," he asked. That's when you panned down to show him what you were wearing. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of you in your lingerie.

"Damn babe," he said, "you look amazing." You smiled, feeling a little more confident now that you had his attention.

"I'm feeling a little needy," you said, "and you're not here to take care of me."

"I know babe," he said, "I'm sorry but, you know how much I love you and want you."

"I know," you said, "but words aren't enough. I need you to show me."

He licked his lips, his eyes dark with desire. "What do you want me to do?" he asked.

You bit your lip, feeling more and more turned on by the second. "I want you to touch yourself for me," you said, "I want to watch you."

"Anything for you, baby," he said.

You smiled, feeling powerful and sexy. "I want to make it good for you," you said, "I want you to lose yourself in the fantasy."

"I'm already lost," he said, "now what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to unzip your pants and pull out that fat cock of yours," you said, "and I want you to touch yourself." You heard him unzip his pants as he pulled out his cock. You couldn't help but moan just from the sight of it. It was already hard and begging to be touched. You wanted to grab it and stroke it until he came but, you knew you couldn't. Curse the distance stopping you. I guess through a phone screen would be good enough.

"Are you ready," you asked.

"Fuck yes," he said, "I'm so fucking ready." You slipped off your panties, letting them drop to the ground and you spread your legs. You were already dripping wet at just the sight of him even through the phone.

You couldn't believe how horny you were just from the sight of his cock. You took your time, teasing with your fingers and your clit as you spread your pussy lips. You knew your boyfriend was doing the same. You knew he was stroking his cock slowly.

"Fuck," he said, "you're so wet." You smiled, loving that you could affect him so much. You watched him stroke himself slowly, taking his time. You were so tempted to ask him to hurry but you managed to refrain. You wanted to see his face as he came. You wanted to hear him moaning your name. You wanted to see his expression of pure pleasure.

"You're so fucking sexy," he said, "I want to fucking cum all over you."

You spread your legs wider, knowing you were getting closer to your own orgasm. You moaned, knowing that he was just as excited as you. Your hands were a blur, rubbing your tender clit and you felt yourself begin to fall over the edge. "I'm so close baby," you said.

"Fuck," he said, "I'm going to cum."

"Do it," you said, "Cum for me." That was all it took to push you over the edge. The idea of him doing the same pushed you to orgasm and you couldn't stop it even if you tried.

"I'm cumming baby," you said, "Cum with me." You heard him moan, gasping your name as he came. You watched as his expression went from ecstasy to utter bliss. His cum spurted out, flowing through the air and landing on his stomach.

"That was amazing," you said, "But, I can't wait for you to come home so I can have the real thing."

"Me too, baby," he said still panting. After a few minutes of trying to recover you both decided to get ready for bed together. You cleaned up, brushed your teeth, and put on pajamas. All the while talking about your days. You missed him so much and it kinda hurt knowing that he wouldn't be able to cuddle you like he usually does. Instead, you both settled for hugging a pillow and keeping the call going until he woke up in the morning to get ready for the next show. It was sad not getting to see him when you woke up but, he had sent you a cute video message to wake up to and that would be enough for now until he came home.

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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this one! Please send in your requests!!

[eyehearthoshi]

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ key as romantic tropes!

pairing ⟢ kim kibum (key) x gn!reader

warnings ⟢ mention of injuries and use of the pet name “baby” towards the end. lowercase intended.

wc ⟢ 1.8k

author’s note ⟢ i obviously don’t know key personally, this is just me being silly goofy + delusional. so, he may be written ooc, sorry. !!this is very self indulgent!!

₊˚⊹ ☁ royal x commoner ☁ ₊˚⊹

if you don’t think that key gives off major royalty vibes, then i don’t know what to tell you tbh. i can just picture him in the fanciest regal outfits and i think he’d love to throw parties for his court. this is where you and him would first meet properly.

you were a royal gardener at key’s estate and you loved watching the parties through the windows because key is known for going all out on decor. one night you decide to sneak into a party, wearing your best outfit and donning a masquerade mask to match the occasion—thinking that no one would recognize you.

but key isn’t dumb, so he knows it’s you under the mask the moment he spots you amongst the crowd. he recognizes you, not because of your attire, but because he knows all the people he employs (you think this entj is not gonna supervise the running of his house? as if.)

he isn’t upset that you snuck in, in fact, he is quite amused at how you stare at all the facets of his ballroom with a smile on your face while moving along with the music that fills the room. you are incredibly shocked when you are asked to dance to one of the slower songs by a man in an ornate gold ensemble. it doesn’t take long for you to identify this man as your employer.

strangely enough, conversation flows quite naturally between you two as you spin around the ballroom for multiple songs. you both were lost in each other until a member of key’s court butted in to ask for a dance with him.

it was only after bowing to your partner and stepping off the dance floor that you noticed how late it had gotten. you still had work in the morning, so you decided to retire back to your room.

you tried your best to return to reality after a night spent dancing with key. surely he hadn’t known it was one of his gardeners under the mask, or else he would have never asked you to dance in the first place! that thought was sobering, but it didn’t stop you from picturing his deep eyes as you fell asleep that night.

the next morning was similar to most with you completing your tasks with the usual efficiency despite your thoughts lingering on the evening prior. you were tending to some rose bushes when you heard footsteps approaching. thinking it was your supervisor, you turned your head, only to be met with key standing above you.

it wasn’t rare for key to check in on the upkeep of his estate, but it was rare for him to approach you specifically. he usually communicated with the head gardener for updates on his gardens.

you bowed your head respectfully despite the nerves. did he know you snuck into his party? were you about to be fired?

“a late night of fun and yet you are still diligent in your work,” he smirked, “i’m impressed.”

your mouth gaped open, shocked at his forwardness before you sputtered out an apology. “i’m sorry, sir! i shouldn’t have attended last night. but i know my place and it won’t happen again!”

“that’s a shame,” he said with a playful frown tingeing his lips, “i was looking forward to more nights with my new dance partner.”

₊˚⊹ ☁ rivals to lovers ☁ ₊˚⊹

i’m picturing this in an office environment so good & great key energy. i think key would definitely have a rival at the workplace because he’s pretty sassy and ambitious which could create some tension…

both you and key are on the same hierarchical level in the office, but you often felt like he would look down on you in little ways. he’d always double-check your work before handing it to a supervisor and he never seemed to trust you enough to collaborate properly with you.

now, you’re a kind person and want to give key the benefit of the doubt. so, you decide to tell him, in private, that his behavior upsets you sometimes. you’re both mature adults, surely communication would be the best way to solve this issue.

“i’m only guaranteeing the success of our team,” he replies, “you can understand why it is important to make sure there aren’t any weak links.”

weak links? is he serious? that conversation did more harm than good for your relationship with key. after that, you worked even harder to make sure your assignments were immaculate so that the jerk in thick-rimmed glasses had nothing to complain about.

one day, your supervisor announced the opportunity of a promotion for one of your team members to fill a new leadership position. you knew that this was your time to truly show how impactful you were in your workplace. the issue was, key would also be gunning for that position alongside you.

late nights in the office became the norm as you worked towards your goal, spending hours on your computer until your eyes got itchy and tired. key seemed to be in a similar boat as he typed rapidly a few desks down from you. you felt like you couldn’t call it a night until he did. problem is, he rarely went home before 10:00 p.m.

“do you ever sleep?” the words came out harsher than you had meant as you looked up from your screen to make eye contact with key.

you heard him breathe out a laugh as he turned back to his work, “i can’t sleep until everything is perfect.”

you furrowed your brows. his mentality seemed incredibly serious and honestly, quite depressing. perhaps it was none of your business, but your exhaustion-muddled brain diminished your usual filter, “i think you need to chill.”

key’s eyes shot back to yours in shock. you never really questioned his behavior after the first time you confronted him, so he wasn’t used to you being so assertive. he crossed his arms over his chest, “oh really? trying to get me to relax and forfeit the promotion? nice try.”

you shook your head, for once you weren’t thinking about the promotion, but rather the dark circles forming underneath his eyes. “no. i just think that you’re running yourself ragged and soon you’re going to crash.”

key’s accusatory stance immediately softened at your words, before he defensively turned back to his screen, “i think you should focus on yourself instead of worrying needlessly about me.”

you chuckled softly, “i don’t think my worrying is misplaced since the last thing you ‘ate’ was an iced americano at 5:00 pm,” stubbornly staring him down, you added, “just because you’ve been mean to me doesn’t mean that i want you to pass out.”

key sighed and rubbed his eyes under his glasses, “i don’t intend to be mean to you. i just…” he turned to look at you “you’re a brilliant person and i don’t want to see you waste your talent.”

smiling softly in the dim office, you stood up and reached a hand in key’s direction, “let’s go get a late dinner. i think we have a lot to talk about.”

₊˚⊹ ☁ overprotective x clumsy ☁ ₊˚⊹

okay so key is shinee’s mom we know this and i just feel it in my bones that he would be overprotective with his partner. this would be especially true if his partner was clumsy or accident-prone.

let’s just say that sometimes you weren’t the best with spatial awareness. you often bumped into walls and knocked against furniture. this became so normal to you that you honestly didn’t even notice the pain anymore.

that is, until you started dating key and he noticed all the times you bumped, slipped, or fell. not only did he notice, but he actively scolded you for your clumsiness.

“yah!” a shout came from behind you, causing you to turn around in shock. key quickly made his way across the room to where you were standing.

perplexed, you looked around for evidence of what you had done, “what?”

key slid a hand onto your shoulder that he had just watched slam against the wall moments before, rubbing it gently, “what do you mean ‘what’? you need to be more careful.”

you smiled at his words, knowing that he was concerned for you, “don’t worry, it doesn’t really bother me anymore!”

key scoffed at this. he disliked how little attention you paid to your injuries. even if they were minor, he didn’t like the idea that his baby was in pain. if it was up to him, he would be able to stay by your side and protect you from yourself.

certain injuries were more worrisome than others. for instance, a couple of days later while key was relaxing on the couch, he heard a loud crashing sound from the kitchen. alarm bells going off in his brain, he immediately stood and rushed to find you knelt on the kitchen tile, picking up shards of glass.

“what are you doing?!” his voice was more startling than he intended as he quickly knelt in front of you, gently taking the broken glass from your hands.

you took his annoyed tone to mean that he was upset about you accidentally dropping his glassware onto the floor, so you apologized, “i’m so sorry ki! i was going to fill it with water and…i can pay for a new one!”

key watched as you looked at him with watery eyes. he was shocked at your misjudgment, “you think i care about the cup?! i’m only upset that you tried to clean up glass with your bare hands, dummy!” he raised himself off the floor to grab the broom from the corner, “you’re gonna get yourself hurt and i can’t stand that.”

you swallowed and backed away from the chunks of glass on the floor, more emotions bubbling in your chest, “you can’t stand that i’m clumsy?”

“yes.” key looked at you sharply before changing his tone, “well, no. it’s not your fault. i just can’t stand watching you get hurt all the time,” he diligently swept the glass into the dustpan before putting it in the bin. he sighed, “i just feel like i should be able to prevent it.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, causing key to glare at you, “hey, i’m serious! you think this is funny?”

you reached for his hand, still smiling, “a little bit, but only because you can’t prevent me from accidentally hurting myself, baby.” you squeezed his hand, “it always makes me feel better when you care for me afterward though.”

key’s face softened at your words, “i’m glad. it makes me feel better to see that you’re alright.” he smiled softly, “so, will you allow me to check if you cut yourself on any of that glass?”

you rolled your eyes in good humor, flipping your hands over so he could see your palms. even if he was a bit excessive, you did love your overprotective boyfriend.

[cloudytaemin]

key as your friend with benefits :]

after killer i think i literally fell in love with kibum hes so... unexplicable so enjoy my small hard hours key cause phew

god he's so good in bed

the way he calls you baby and runs his fingers through your hair

every time he shows up at your door, breath hot and clothes messed up

you know exactly what he wants

he's such a shockingly good tease, making you tell him everything

he'll ask suggestive questions like "is it good, baby? you like that, don't you?"

he's not really one for head but when you give it to him he doesnt object and urges you on

of course, the longer this goes on the more feelings he gains

but he knows that he's not the one for you, or at least in his eyes

the pining will never end but what else can he do?

kibum will take his love for you to the grave

he couldn't explain himself the first time you slept with taemin

so much jealousy bubbled up inside him he thought he might just go to your house and walk in on the two of you

even in public you throw yourself at him, he's got to just pat your leg and smile at your horny ass

if kibum hates one thing its pda

don't get him wrong though, he'd pin you against your window any time but in public places? no way

he'll scold you over the phone later

telling you all of the things he's going to do to you when he sees you next

every next time he finds just a little more passion in your kisses

just a little more longing

from him or you, he doesn't really know

but he's good at hiding his feelings

getting over them even

so he convinces himself hes over it

of course you keep fucking, who could resist kibum

every time you rut your hips against his thigh he gets the stupid knowing smirk on his face

he'll take you home later and pin you up against the door, theres no time to make it to the bedroom

kibum will have you crying his name until sunrise

i'll continue this in a bit since i have an idea i want to write into a ff for this (hehe) but kibum is fucking with me so bad rn

[itstheoneshot]

Designer Boy

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Summary: You live for the lifestyle you have made for yourself. A real party boy, following fashion, dance, and so much drinking. Tonight isn’t any different, at least not at first.

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: Key x Male Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Alcohol Use/Drunkenness, Anal.

Every weekend, another party, another hangover, and close to no recollection of the night before. They were so frequent that you didn’t even bother dressing up over the top for them most of the time, but tonight you did, and soon you will be glad that you went all out.

Your friendship group was a mix of all sorts, people from all different walks of life, with each fitting together like a puzzle. You take pride - pun not intended - in being the flamboyant gay guy in the group, living for all things camp, fashion, dance, you name it, that is you.

Tonight you look ready for a runway, high waisted black skin tight jeans, torn to shreds to show off the tattoos on your legs. A loose fitting, but still tiny white crop top. Curated accessories, belt, jewellery, a stunning handbag, but the outfit is held together by the most standout piece. 6 inch stiletto heels, metal silver, they are to die for, a prized possession, something that you have not got enough wear out of, so you are getting their money’s worth now.

You love the attention from the girls, every one of them at the party loses their mind when they see you dolled up. A full face of makeup completed your look, dark eyeliner and light everything else, you know that you look good. Your best friend hangs off your arm while you two begin to drink, you had a couple earlier while getting ready but that buzz had died off, and now you are at the host’s house, it is time for you to really start.

“Who is that?” You whisper to your best friend Hyoyeon, tilting your head slightly towards the kitchen, not wanting to draw attention to yourself, though nobody else could hear over the thumping music, “I’ve never seen him before.”

Hyoyeon discreetly glances over your shoulder while she reaches for the bottle of vodka on the table, pouring out a shot for herself and for you. She hands the glass over, and you both throw your heads back, downing the liquor and fighting back that sting.

“That’s Taeyeon’s brother,” She replies, referring to the friend of yours whose house you are at now, “Kibum, and yes, he is gay.”

You are surprised you had never seen him before, with all the socialising that you do, and that his sister Taeyeon does too, she is at every party that you are, it is a little shocking.

“Is he single?” You ask, not wanting to get ahead of yourself, which would be so easy when the man you are looking at… looks like… that, “Why don’t I know him?”

Hyoyeon laughs at first, she is able to see right through you, it is not hard to tell when you are into someone, and wow, despite only seeing him from across the room, you are into him. He has this intense aura, a completely unique style, curated and perfect in every way. He has striking features like a fox, beautiful lips, jawline, and a scar through his eyebrow that catches your attention in the best way.

“He just got back from the US,” Hyoyeon tells you, “He was studying design, so has been away for a few years, and from what I know, he’s single.”

You glance down at your outfit, suddenly a little self conscious, worried if you will impress a fashion major, or if he will judge your style. You know that you carry yourself well, and that confidence can be the key to pulling a look together, and with a few drinks down, it is even easier to put on the charismatic charm that has made you as popular as you are.

Picking up another drink, you and Hyoyeon head out to where some of the party guests are dancing. You have a better view of Kibum here, and he can see you clearly too, but you try hard not to make it too obvious that you are staring, instead making infrequent glances in his direction, hoping that he meets your gaze every time.

The first time he catches you staring, it is as if the world around you disappears, nothing existing outside of you too. An instant attraction, but you want to play a little hard to get, so you look away, back to Hyoyeon dancing in front of you and motion to her that you need another drink. There is no way you could stay composed around that man without a couple more drinks, so you line up two shots for yourself, Hyoyeon following suit because she just loves to party, and you take them both consecutively, not stopping for air between them.

When you open your eyes again, you realise that someone is next to you who wasn’t there before. You pick up the mixed drink that you poured for yourself before you turn to see who it is.

It is him.

Fuck, he looks even better close up. His skin is flawless, what the fuck is his skincare routine? Does he even have pores? Despite being extroverted, and a little drunk, you still find yourself lost for words. He smiles at you, seemingly aware of his power, the smile more like a devilish smirk, it has your knees wobbling, confidence dissipating so quickly.

“Care to dance?” He asks, holding his hand out for you, “You look like you could use it.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, you are hypnotised, taking his hand without a second thought and following him back out to where you were dancing just before. You hear Hyoyeon laugh, calling out something about how she might find you later, before she walks away to find some other friends to hang out with. You feel privileged to be getting this attention, laughing as Kibum spins you around before bringing you in closer to him, throwing your head back as you let the music course through your veins along with the alcohol you are so recklessly consuming.

Kibum is touchy, and you so easily give in to him. He holds your wrist, and guides your hand holding your drink to your mouth. He watches you down the alcohol in one big gulp, and a fire lights behind his eyes as a few stray droplets fall down your chin and further down your neck. You lick your lips to try and catch anything that you missed, all while keeping your eyes trained on the man with one hand on your waist, the other wrapped around your wrist.

You introduced yourself at some point, but Kibum makes a point of only calling you honey rather than your name. No complaints from you though, the way that it rolls off his tongue has you forgetting that you even had a real name, happy to be only referred to this way by him forever. You place your glass down on the closest table, wanting to focus all of your attention on Kibum, both hands all over him, admiring his clothes, but mostly admiring his body. He is much the same way, seemingly unable to get enough of you, getting hot and heavy so fast.

He kisses you suddenly, hand finding purchase on the back of your neck to deepen it, tongue pressing past your lips to get a taste. You are addicted, more than you thought could be possible, needing him like oxygen, so fucking attracted. You gasp as he nips your bottom lip, only giving him access to kiss you deeper, tongue practically halfway down your throat to prove that he is just as addicted. You couldn’t care less about being at this party anymore, wanting privacy, needing to be alone with him, desire taking over your being.

“How about we take this upstairs?” Kibum murmurs in your ear, “I think I’d like you all to myself now, honey.”

As if he needed to ask, you nod between kisses, murmuring a yes please, hyung before allowing him to lead you away from the makeshift dance floor and down the hall to the staircase. You eagerly follow him, barely inches apart, both stumbling slightly both out of drunkenness and out of sheer desperation to get these fucking clothes off each other.

Once in his room, Kibum presses you up against the door at the same time that he locks it. His kisses are even deeper now, hands roaming under your crop top, the feeling is electrifying, you are moaning already and he has only grazed your skin. It doesn’t take long for him to begin working at undressing you, each item of clothing admired and removed with the utmost of care, and if he were not a fashion major you probably wouldn't have understood it, but it is intimate in a way that you can’t quite explain, and you love every second of it.

Your clothes are neatly piled up next to your shoes, leaving you completely naked while Kibum is still dressed, before he lets you take his clothes off too. You are just as gentle as he was, besotted and admiring every inch of him until you both are fully undressed. The tension is too much now, having held back for so long to sensually de-robe one another, Kibum is forceful in the way that he grabs you and drags you across the room to his bed.

“You’re such a beautiful boy,” He purrs as you lie flat on your back and he hovers over you, “I know you’re gonna feel real good to be inside of, aren’t you?”

You hadn’t discussed positions, though you know that your aura probably gives it away, you are relieved to hear that Kibum will be topping, and you thank past-you for deciding to give yourself a proper clean and prepare before coming to the party, despite the fact that you hadn’t really planned on getting laid tonight.

“Mhmm,” You nod, happily spreading your legs for him to fit in between, as he leans over to his bedside table to pull a bottle of lube out of the drawer, “I promise, you don’t need to hold back.”

Kibum opens the bottle and pours a healthy amount out onto his hand, before cheekily drizzling a little onto your hole, sending shivers up your spine and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He leans down to kiss you as his fingers swipe up and down, chuckling as you writhe under him, especially so as his index finger presses in up to the first knuckle. His fingers are long, slender, a little bulged at the knuckles, and fuck, it feels so good. You know that you need to take it slow, and he is extra gentle, but you already push back on his hand, motioning for him to add more, wanting the stretch, the burn that means you will have his cock inside you sooner rather than later.

One finger moves to two and you see stars when he curls his fingers, finding your prostate and repeatedly hitting it over and over. You can barely breathe, nails dragging down his flawless back, surely leaving red marks in their wake. You arch your back under him, wanting to feel his cock on yours, both fully hard, the friction of your skin is almost too much. Kibum moans as your dick twitches against his, grinding down on you to chase the feeling. You open your eyes mid-kiss to see him staring at you, watching intently as he stretches you out and prepares you for him.

“Fuck me,” You whine, “Please, hyung, I need it.”

Kibum chuckles as he slowly pulls his fingers from you, leaning over to his bedside drawer again, this time to grab a condom, tearing the packet with his teeth before rolling the latex down over his cock. He picks up the lube once more, pouring a healthy slathering over the condom before he moves down to kiss you again. Impatience is clear between the two of you, he wastes no more time guiding his cock to your now prepped hole, pushing in past the tip, keeping his eyes on you to make sure that you are not uncomfortable. You push back towards him, motioning with your action that you want more although you are lost for words. He does exactly that, one swift movement to thrust in the whole way, taking him in all the way.

“You feel so fucking good,” Kibum moans, “Are you doing okay?”

You nod repeatedly as he slowly pulls back to thrust into you again, this time harder, faster. Neither of you are quiet, and you are thankful that the party downstairs is so loud, as your chances of being overheard are so limited. You wrap your legs around his hips, giving him an angle to fuck you deeper, in return he moves one of your legs up so that your ankle rests on his shoulder, only taking him in deeper again. The pleasure is overwhelming, mind racing as you try to hold yourself together when Kibum takes your cock in his hand to stroke you. Your vision is blurry from both the alcohol and the orgasm building inside you with each movement of his hand, and each repetitive nudge on your prostate.

“Hyung~” You cry, “More, more, more! Wanna cum, gonna cum.”

You are babbling now, words slurred as your body threatens to give way, but with Kibum’s continued ministrations, you are sure that he is permissive. His hand grips tighter, thrusting faster, chasing his own high as much as yours. You are sure that walking will be a little difficult after this, his cock is long and girthy, stretching you out far past that of either yours or his fingers. You are close, and growing closer by the second, enamoured by the man kissing you, fucking you, stroking you, holy shit you can’t hold back any longer.

“Cum for me, honey,” He murmurs against your lips, “Show me how good I make you feel.”

With a strangled cry, you throw your head back just as you release, hot strings of cum spurt from your cock all up your stomach, so hard that you almost reach your neck. Kibum milks your cock to oversensitivity, until you are running dry and he finally lets go too. His moans escalate as he fucks into you with every ounce of effort that he can muster, reaching his orgasm in record time following yours, once he can focus on only that and not getting you there also. The repeated abuse of your prostate has your thighs shaking, whimpering and writhing under him as you take the thrusts with the submissive patience that you have learned so well.

As Kibum slows down, all that you can hear is your heavy breathing, and the bass from the music thumping downstairs. You are dizzy and overwhelmed, and you cry out breathlessly when Kibum pulls out and moves away to dispose of the filled condom. He returns to you from his ensuite bathroom with a wet towel, and he rejoins you on the bed to kiss you while he wipes your body clean, removing the drying seed all up your stomach, and the overflow of lube on your cock and your ass. He laughs as you twitch when he touches you but he is gentle and only playing around, he really is just as enamoured with you as you are with him.

“Stay here tonight,” Kibum purrs, in more of an order than an offer, “I think I might want round two in the morning.”

[silv3rswirls]

Shinee Masterlist

♡ Last updated 01/6/24

♡ Please note that, despite loving and missing Jonghyun dearly, I will not be writing for him.

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♡ Kinktober Day Five- Sensory Deprivation (18+)

[taem-min-archived2]

immortals || k.kb

PAIRING || Key x Female Reader

GENRES || Soulmate AU, Mystical AU, Angst

SUMMARY || Soul (noun):  the spiritual or immaterial part of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal.

COLLAB || Part of the Eternally Yours: The Soulmate Exhibit collab by @sungbeam​​. Thank you for letting me take part in this collab! Check out the collab here!

WORD COUNT || 5.7k

A/N || Slight inspiration from ancient dreams and see you in my 19th life. Also thanks to @jaynaur​ for helping me get some inspo in these dry times.

TAGLIST || @shrutiajit​ @exoxobsession​ @woo-minhee02​ @buttvi​ @vllxchor @stayinzencity​ @ahtisa02​ @spacebyuns​ @midnightmoi​ @xavi-in-kpopland​ @fifty-shades-of-mischeif​ @whatudoing​ @justchuji @myluv-yeonjun​ @cara-18​ @ongshimi​ @xuxibelle​ @yerimezzy @trashlord-007​ (If you want to be added to my taglists, fill in this form)

A misty breath escaped her mouth as she sighed, the cold air clinging against her skin, no matter how much she pulled her drape closer to her body. Winter had begun earlier than usual this time, causing the days to feel much colder. The trees in her garden had already shed their leaves and neither were there any squirrels or birds lurking on them, enveloping her house in an empty silence.

But it was something she had gotten used to over the years. It was something she had to get used to. Somewhere down the street, she heard a group of children laugh, and a small smile tugged on her lips. It was nice to hear other people laugh and smile. It somehow bought a sense of calmness over her, which was something she rarely felt. 

Living was painful for her, but so was death. Y/N honestly didn’t know which she dreaded more. She really wished this endless cycle of pain would stop but that would have been a very selfish move. Especially when she knew that they would be hurting.

A crash came from behind, jolting her from her reverie and she walked back into the house. Y/N found a broken cup on the floor and she glared at the teapot on the table.

“Sorry.” A wisp of smoke arose from it, partially taking the form of an old man. “You were out there too long. We were worried you would catch a cold.”

Y/N sighed, picking up the broomstick to sweep away the broken porcelain. “You could have called. And also, just because we figured out that this cup doesn’t have a soul doesn’t mean that we can break it.

“Sorry Y/N.” This time a young girl’s spirit from the vase spoke. “We did want to call but what if the neighbours heard us?” 

“Still…” But their argument was right. After all, she was the only one who had discovered that objects had souls too. And for this truth, she had to pay a heavy price. A price that pained her both mentally and physically. A price of her soul.

In a world where lovers were connected by the string of fate, you were given a chance to find your soulmate throughout all your lives. Most people tried to find theirs within their given lifespans because not finding one had a heavy punishment: you remembered your previous life. And you kept on remembering all your lives, pain and happy memories until you found your soulmate.

Only a soulmate would be able to end the cycle of remembering. For Y/N, the hard part wasn’t finding a soulmate. Since everyone was always on the lookout of finding theirs, you were bound to find your soulmate in the given life itself. But the hard part for her was the fact that she didn’t have a soul. 

“Should we get going for today?” Y/N asked, stuffing a piece of bread into her mouth as she hurriedly wore her apron and packed her tools into her bag. She tried sounding cheerful because she didn’t want the antiques in her house to be burdened by her sadness. She didn’t want them to blame themselves for her current state. 

“Y/N, be careful out there!” 

“Don’t forget to eat your lunch!”

“Don’t be back home too late, it gets darker earlier nowadays!”

“Don’t worry about me, I promise to take care of myself!” She yelled back as she dashed out of the house. Even if she never had a soulmate and had forgotten what it was to be loved by someone who wasn’t family, she was glad of these companions she had made.

Some of them had been with her since her very first life. Since she remembered every single life, she had always tried to collect the antiques she had lost in her previous life just so that they could be together for another lifetime. 

By the time she had stepped out, it had begun snowing. The snow grew thicker by the time it was evening, slowing down business more than usual.  Y/N had been mending a damaged clock when she heard the bells of the temple ring nine times, indicating the time. Suddenly, realising how late she was and how worried the spirits at her home would be, she hurriedly packed up her things and closed the shop. 

The snow had begun falling more thickly and the road was completely covered in a white blanket. It was hard telling where the sidewalk ended or where the road started but Y/N kept towards the sides just in case. There weren’t many people at this hour nor were there many cars on the street. She hurried on, feeling apprehensive all of a sudden and pulled her cloak closer to her body, dismissing the feelings as cold.

Y/N turned towards an alley, pausing for a second at how dark it was. She wondered if she should just stick to the main road but deciding that she was already too late today, she continued walking. It was lonelier here, with almost no street lights or even houses in the vicinity. The feeling of foreboding grew in her heart and all of a sudden she froze. 

Just as she had predicted, the sound of footsteps that had been following her for quite some time too stopped. Her eyes scanned her surroundings as she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. 

Y/N began walking away, this time with a much more quickened pace as she ignored how much colder she was feeling. It’s going to be okay. She thought to herself. The street is coming to an end. I can just-

She turned back just to make sure she wasn’t wrong and at the same time, the man ran towards her. A scream tore her throat as she stumbled back, slipping on the ice and falling down. Y/N saw a flash of silver in his hands and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the stabbing pain but nothing came.

Instead, she heard the sound of knuckles hitting something hard, followed by a crash as though a body was thrown across the street. Slowly opening her eyes, Y/N saw another man standing in front of her with his back facing her and the person following her lying on the street. She looked up at him and at the same time, he turned towards her, their eyes meeting. She felt a shiver run up her spine as the man’s cold eyes flicked through her. 

She had met people whose eyes didn’t hold any emotions, almost soulless like hers. But never had she seen someone whose eyes were so lively, almost looking like their coldness could burn through her skin. Y/N could nearly see flames dancing in his eyes. Somehow, that made her more scared and she inched away from him a little. 

“Don’t worry. I’m not here to harm you.” He said. Extending his hands towards her, he looked at her expectantly. Y/N tried to think of what he might have wanted from her but seeing that he had saved her this once she had no other option but to accept his hand.

She had expected his hand to be cold just like his eyes but to her surprise, they were warm in a comforting way. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt a sense of familiarity but nothing came to her mind presently so she dismissed the feelings.

“Er, thank you.” She muttered, unable to meet his eyes. Something about his intense eyes seemed to scare her. “I’ll, uh, get going now.”

But as she was about to remove her hands from his, he tightened his grip on hers. She looked up at him in surprise and felt another shiver run down her spine. He was looking at her so lividly that she felt like it was her mistake he had gotten pulled into her mess.

“Oh no, you are not going anywhere. You have a lot of explaining to do Y/N.”

Y/N wasn’t sure what had gotten into her but here she was, standing beside the stranger as he cooked dinner in her house. At first, she was terrified of how he had come to know her name but then he explained a little and that’s how he ended up being invited to her house. He had asked for dinner as payment for saving her life but upon finding her house was practically empty, he had taken up the task to cook them dinner.

“So, um,” She began the conversation awkwardly, not sure what to ask. Judging from the way he was cooking, she figured that he must be a professional cook too. “Your name is Kibum and you are a soul collector?”

“That’s right.” He said, tossing the vegetables in the pan. His temper had cooled down by the time they had reached her house but he seemed to snap again when he found out she barely had food in her house. The only reason she began a conversation now again was because he seemed to have calmed down once more.

“And you…collect the souls of the dead?” 

“That’s right.”

She already knew what a soul collector did but of course she had to pretend like she didn’t know. Most people eventually found their soulmates so even if they did remember what happened to them after their death, they would forget it after this life. But she remembered each and every single of her death, which was why dying was as painful as living for her. At least when she was alive she always had the antiques with her but in death, it was a cold, lonely and dark place. 

“So…you’ve come to take my soul because I was supposed to be killed by that man today? Then why did you save me?” She now realised what that feeling of foreboding she was feeling. Even after all her deaths, she could never guess it on time. 

The soul collector looked at her suspiciously. “You know an awful lot about this, don’t you?”

“Hahaha,” Y/N laughed nervously. “It’s just that-”

“Let’s cut to the chase shall we?” He interrupted her, placing the two plates on her dining table. He sat down and she followed suit, all of a sudden feeling scared. What if he had found out her secret? What was going to happen to her? What was going to happen to the antiques? She could feel the tension in the room but she didn't dare speak before Kibum did. 

“Where’s your soulmate?”

“Oh, uh, he’s- he’s I haven’t met him yet actually” She lied. “I’ve tried searching-”

“Is that so?” He tilted his head and studied her, as though he already knew the truth but was just teasing her. For some reason, this made her angry and she looked up at him, forgetting all her anger. “Yes. I haven’t bothered to look for them. To be honest, I don’t want to look for them. There isn’t any problem with that, right?” 

Kibum seemed taken aback by this response but he gained his composure almost immediately. “No, there isn’t a problem with that. But it does make soul collecting a bit difficult.”

“That isn’t my problem.” She said coldly. “Now if you excuse me, it would be better if you were on your way-”

“You don’t get it, do you?” He snapped all of a sudden, making her jolt back. Once again, she felt a sense of deja vu, like a distant memory she had forcibly forgotten. “There’s a huge problem if you don’t get a soulmate! It would have been fine if it was just one or two lives but I know that you haven’t had one for many lives! I’ve been noticing these abnormalities for quite some time and I'm sure it's just you being reborn. But here’s the main problem. You seem to remember even the period between each life. In other words, no soul collector comes to you when you die. Why do you think it's like that?”

Kibum was standing by now and peering at her angrily, causing Y/N to gulp in fear. How did he figure out so much? Did that mean all the soul collectors were after her now? 

“I-I don’t know-” she stammered when he cut her again coldly.

“It’s because you don’t have a soul.”

She could only stare at him, hands clutching under the table as she held her breath in fear. What was going to happen to her now? What was going to happen to her antiques? Would she be punished now according to the laws of the soul?

“I’m sorry.” was all she could say.

“Sorry is not going to solve-”

“I know that okay?” She snapped, her voice rising. “You think I like the fact that I don’t have a soul? Do you know how hard it has been for me all these years? As though the loneliness wasn’t enough but the pain of remembering everything is just too much! There are so many things I want to forget and yet I- I-” Y/N felt her voice choke as tears brimmed her eyes. 

Kibum looked at her as though he understood her pain. He stood up and cleared away their plates, turning his back to her. “You don’t need to explain to me now. Get some rest. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”

“What about you?”

He looked at her questioningly. “What about me?”

“Where are you going to sleep?”

He looked at her hurt and offended but Y/N could see the look of mischief underneath that facade.  “Why, are you not going to let me sleep here?”

“Excuse me!” 

“Sheesh, I’m just going to be in the living room. Don’t worry, I won’t creep into the bedroom. I have some manners. Unless…you want me to freeze to death in the backyard?”

“...Make yourself comfortable.”

“What does he even want?” Y/N muttered to herself angrily as she shovelled the snow from her front yard. “Why is he even here if he doesn’t even want to talk business yet?”

“He was so aggressive yesterday and yet today, he hasn’t spoken a word about it?” The porcelain vase beside her asked. She shook her head angrily before muttering once more. “I couldn’t even get a good night’s rest because of him.”

All night she had tossed and turned in her bed for two reasons. One being that Kibum apparently didn’t need any sleep. So he took this opportunity to ‘tidy’ her house. The whole night all she heard was the clattering and shuffling of things. Another reason she didn’t get a wink of sleep was because her mind was elsewhere. His words had reminded her once more of how lonely she was and she racked her brains hard trying to remember her first life. The faint feeling of being loved was lingering in the back of her head but no matter how hard she tried to remember, she couldn’t remember who it was, or if it was all just a part of her imagination. 

“You are the owner of the house!” The vase whispered to her. His spirit was almost a thousand years old and she always listened to his advice. “You should be the one commanding him, not the other way around! How dare he go around threatening you!”

“That prick! I should-”

“Darling, why do you keep talking to yourself?”

“D-Darling?” She stuttered angrily, turning to glare at Kibum who was leaning against the door frame, smirking at her. “Who do you think-”

All of a sudden she felt the ground under her dissolve, the world growing dim around her. The air around her felt different, somehow warmer as though it was a different season. Y/N tried blinking to clear her sight but the world was still blurry and dizzy around her. She could faintly make out Kibum standing against the door, but now he was wearing different clothes, much ancient ones. His hair too was styled in a different way and he was smiling at her. 

“Darling, why do you keep talking to yourself?” He repeated his question once more, even though it felt like he was talking to her underwater. But yet, she felt that this time the question was asked in a more teasing way, and she could hear the faint touch of affection in his voice.

Her mouth opened on her own and she heard herself repeat the same this time, but this time sounding more flustered than angry.

“D-Darling? Who do you think you are calling darling?”

“Darling?” His voice sounded clearer and this somehow jolted her back to reality. Everything around her cleared but Y/N could still feel her head spinning slightly. She looked at Kibum and expected him to have the same expression but instead, he was looking at her in shock. Judging by his expression, he too had just experienced what she had.

“What was that?” She asked angrily. If he was a soul collector he should be able to tell what had happened right now, right? 

But Kibum only stared at her, his shocked expression slowly turning to that one of pain. 

“Kibum?” Her anger died down a little and she took a step closer to him, only for him to stumble back. “W-Wait- Stop-” He looked like he had seen a ghost, and for some reason, that hurt her a bit, like it was her fault that he was like this. “I-I’m not sure but d-don’t come closer!” Saying that he dashed back into the room. She stood staring at his retreating figure for some time, before going back to her work.

No matter how much Y/N tried to wrap her head around this, she just couldn’t make sense of it more than the fact that it might have been one of her past lives. People barely remembered all the details of their current lives, so it wasn’t possible for her to remember each and everything unless it had affected her emotionally. She definitely didn’t remember anything from her first few lives except how she ended up in this repeated cycle.

Now that she thought of it, how was she sure that that was her first life? It could be that that was the first life she remembered. Maybe she had a soulmate in all her previous lives. She wondered who was her soulmate in her first life and what had happened to him. All of a sudden, a sickening thought came to her mind, one she had never thought of all the years she was alive. What had actually happened to her soulmate? Surely he was able to find another one, right? It couldn’t be possible that he too was roaming around without one, sharing her pain and burden of remembering his past lives, could he?

This very thought made her knees go weak and she sat down on her verandah. How could she have never thought of him even once? If anything had happened to him it was her fault. 

All of a sudden, an idea popped into her head.

“Hey,” she said, speaking to the vase beside her. “Do you think soul collectors have a list of names from whom they collect souls or something?” 

“I suppose so. Or else, how would they keep track of you not having a soulmate?” 

“Do you think this is the right time to talk about something sensitive?”

“I would not suggest it. Given his prickly personality, he will probably lash out on you.”

She sighed, realising that the vase was right. But for some reason, she felt uncomfortable about leaving him just like that, when it was clear that he was shaken up by what he had seen. Was it because he was her guest and she couldn’t bear to leave him like that? Or was it the fact that for some reason he looked familiar to her?

Y/N trudged back into the house, wondering what she was going to say to him. She always thought soul collectors were gods, celestial beings that had never experienced any human emotions. But from seeing KIbum, she wondered how one ended up as a soul collector in the first place. Were they chosen? Or were some people just born to do it?

She found him sitting on the steps of her house, staring at her front door listlessly. Standing behind him, Y/N racked her head, trying to think of how she should approach him. She didn’t want to anger him more now that he knew her secret. But more importantly, she didn’t want to hurt him more.

“Is my back that beautiful?”

His cocky voice jolted her back to the present, throwing out the little pity she had felt for him. Rolling her eyes, she sat down beside him, looking at him expectantly. He sighed and looked at her questioningly, as though asking what.

He looked like his usual self, not even a trace of sadness even in his eyes. It was as though the hurt person she had seen a few minutes before was just a figment of her imagination.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

Kibum looked at her like she was asking an obvious question. She resisted the urge to get up and storm away from him. “Of course I am. Why shouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, you didn’t look alright a few minutes before. You looked…hurt.”

At this he scoffed, turning his face away from her. “Soul collectors don’t feel emotions. I can’t feel hurt.” 

Even though he stressed on the can’t, to her it sounded like he was just shutting out his feelings no matter what. Sunlight was directly falling on his eyes now and you were squinting against it. She sighed in exasperation and gently turned his shoulders towards her.

“Don’t face the sun-” All of a sudden Y/N realised how close they were. She was still holding his shoulders and his face was just inches away from her. From this up close, she could see his pale skin and the slight flush his pale cheeks had. His eyes flicked over her face in surprise and she felt heat rush up her cheeks. She let him go and turned away a little, feeling as flustered as him. 

“So- um-” She stuttered, trying to change the subject with whatever came into her mind. “Do you like flowers?”

“F-flowers? Yeah, I like- I like flowersuns. I-I mean sunflowers. Yeah I like them a lot.” He looked at her surprised, his expression more scared than relieved for the change of topic. His usually cool demeanour seemed to be completely gone now that he stumbled upon his own words. For some reason she found it funny and a giggle escaped her mouth.

“W-what? Why are you laughing?” He whined, and that made her crack into laughter even more. 

“I don’t know.” She said, “It's just…very funny seeing you so flustered.”

He glared at her and muttered a ‘I hate you’. She smiled at him, feeling all the tension that had built previously disappear. The corners of his lip too curled up to a smile and she realised how beautiful he was. With the sunlight falling on his face lightly, Kibum looked almost godlike and it made her wonder whether good looks came with the soul collectors package. Again, the strong sense of familiarity enveloped her but this time she ignored it, choosing to enjoy the comfortable silence between them.

“I've made dinner for us.” Kibum announced, like it was a daily routine he followed. He moved towards the kitchen just as Y/N came in through the living room.

“You are still here?” Y/N asked jokingly as she took off her coat and hung it on the coat stand. It had been snowing heavily today too but she didn’t make the mistake of staying out late at night like she had yesterday. Kibum had indirectly threatened her that if she ended up dying before he got to question her, he would personally haunt her. Though, she pointed out, it would have been the other way around since she was the one who was dead.

“Of course. I still didn’t question you.” He said, placing the dishes on the table. She looked at all the dishes he made impressively. She didn’t cook much usually since she never had a proper appetite, but somehow the smell of his food made her feel hungry, as though she hadn’t eaten in a long time.

“Do you like it?” She looked up at him and he was smirking at her, but she nodded happily. “It's been a long time since I had good food. Somewhere down the line, I just lost interest you know…” her voice trailed off but Kibum nodded.

“I understand. Being immortal…isn’t all that glamorous as people paint it to be. Soon even the smallest things that give you pleasure too feel like a burden.”

She stared at him. For the first time in all her lives, she felt understood. Y/N clutched the chair hard, feeling as though she had just lifted a huge rock off her chest. Of course Kibum could relate to her. Being a soul collector must have been painful for him too.

“Shall we?” He asked, motioning to her chair. She nodded and sat down, picking up a spoon to decide on what to try first.

“So do you eat such good food on a regular basis?” She asked.

“Of course not. But I do enjoy cooking sometimes for my guests.”

“Guests?”

“Yes of course. You didn’t think that soul collectors can’t have friends, did you?”

“No I didn’t. But given your personality I just wondered-”

“Hey!”

She laughed before smiling at him apologetically. It had been a really long time since she had an interaction like this and somehow this was making her giddy and light. When was the last time she had talked to someone so freely, laughed like this or even smiled at? Over the years she had slowly shut out people. Maybe this was why Kibum had said he couldn’t feel emotions? Because of the burden of remembering rather than because he was a soul collector?

Shaking off these heavy thoughts from her mind, Y/N turned her attention back to her food, still unable to choose which food to start with. Kibum chuckled at her indecisiveness and picked up her bowl, placing a little of everything in it. 

“Sheesh how have you been living on your own if you can’t even take care of yourself?” 

“Don’t put any cucumb-”

“I know.”

“Huh?” The two of them looked at each other in confusion. How had he known that she didn’t like cucumbers? 

For the second time that day, she felt the world swim around her. Once again, it felt like she had travelled back in time, but in the exact same setting.

“You are such a baby, you know.” She heard Kibum say, his annoyed voice sounding afar. And yet, he picked out all the cucumbers from her dish and placed it in his, smiling at her softly.

This time she jolted back to present almost immediately, feeling nauseous from the memory. Now she was sure they had met in some life, but judging how lovingly he had looked at her and how her past self responded back, she was suspicious that it was her first life.

Then did she actually have a soulmate? Kibum looked ghastly, cold sweat dripped all over his face and Y/N felt her heart twist in pain. 

“Kibum?” She whispered. “Are you okay?” 

He shut his eyes tight, as though trying to forget what he had just seen. Slowly, she got up and walked to the other side of the table, sitting down beside him. Then gently putting a hand on his shoulder, she softly asked him once again. “Kibum? Is something wrong?”

She heard him take a shaky breath and she froze. Was he crying? 

“Why did you do that?” He asked, causing her to be taken aback. What was he talking about?

“Are you talking about the memories? I don’t know-”

“I meant,” he asked, turning towards her. Tears were running down his cheeks and she felt a familiar stabbing pain, one she had forgotten long ago. “I meant why did you leave me?”

“Leave-”

And it was as though he had asked a magical question because all of a sudden memories of her first life came flooding back into her head. 

“Wait for me!” 

Y/N turned towards the voice chasing her, laughing at his annoyed face as he stumbled to catch up with her. She had been running across the field for quite some time, and he had been chasing her, despite complaining of how he didn’t care much of where she wandered off to.

“What is it? You are pretty slow, you know?” 

“You are too fast. I’m not slow.” Kibum huffed as he caught up with her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down, sitting to catch his breath. She let out a laugh and edged closer to him, giving their entwined hands a squeeze. His annoyed face broke into a smile, before he quickly leaned in to give her a peck on the lips.

“H-Hey!” Y/N stuttered, heat rushing up to her cheeks. “You can’t do that! You should at least give me a warning.” She muttered, fingers lightly grazing her lips, still able to feel the tingle as his lips had grazed against hers.

Kibum laughed once more. “Fine, I’ll warn you next time, okay darling?” The pet name caused her to flush more furiously and Kibum took it as a yes. Slowly, he leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. She stared back at him, unable to look away. He looked so beautiful that she felt that her heart was going to pop out of her chest any moment now. She was sure even he could hear her heart hammering. Unable to control the excitement she was feeling right now, Y/N shut her eyes. She felt his soft lips graze against hers, and before she could stop herself, she kissed him back.

It definitely wasn’t their first kiss, but each time they kissed, it felt like a whole new feeling for her, as though she was falling in love with him again. She gripped on his shoulder, as his hands cradled her face, bringing her even more close than they already were.

Finally, they ran out of breath and broke apart, foreheads still touching as they gasped to catch their breaths. 

“Hey.” She whispered, and Kibum smiled at her softly, asking her to go on. “Do you think I’ll be able to find you in our next life too?” 

“Why?” He asked, raising an eyebrow jokingly. “Already tired of me?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling into his body. He too wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. His scent had always been comforting to her and right now this was the place she felt the most loved. 

“I want to be yours forever.”

“Me too. I love you so much. Promise me you’ll never leave me.”

“I promise you. I love you, Kibum.”

“You promised me.” Kibum sobbed, clutching her hands as though begging her to look at him. But no matter what, she just couldn’t look up to meet his eyes. The guilt she was feeling right now was just too much. Just because she had sold her soul, he had ended up as a soul collector. He had to suffer just because of her.

“Y/N, darling, please just look at me.” His now familiar warm hands gently cradled her face, lifting it up so that their eyes met. Seeing his teary ones made her heart give a crushing squeeze, as tears flowed from hers too now.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Kibum. I never knew-”

He cut her off by pulling her into a tight hug. She clutched his arms, as though afraid that he would leave her if she let him go. “I’m sorry Kibum. I never knew it would be like this.” Y/N sobbed. “You have every right to be mad at me-”

“Stop, okay? Just stop. I searched for you all these years but I never knew-”

“It hurt, didn’t it?” She broke away from his embrace and asked, looking at his shining eyes. “It hurt living all these years, didn’t it? This is all my fault. I'm so sorry.”

Kibum brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping her tears. “But it hurt for you too didn’t it? Giving up your soul like that. What were you even thinking?” He whispered harshly. “W-Why don’t you think of yourself before others-”

“No. I didn’t think of you. I never thought of your pain or what you might have to face. I only thought of the antiques I used to mend-”

“You are wrong.” He interrupted her. “You knew the consequences you might have to face and yet you gave up your soul. If that isn’t selfless, then I don’t know what is. I’m sorry it took me so many years to find you. It must have hurt living like that.”

“Why are you apologising?” She could feel her voice cracking again. “You did nothing wrong. It's all my fault. I should have talked to you before making such rash decisions.”

“Then make up for it. Make up for all the years we lost.”

She blinked at him in surprise. Y/N just couldn’t understand how he had forgiven her so easily, despite what she had made him go through. But after all, that was love, wasn’t it? Even after all these years she could feel her heart beating for his, as though their souls were one. 

Then slowly, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against his lips. His hand ran through her hair, tugging her closer. She felt a spark in her heart and it felt like the world that had once looked bleak to her had its colour returning back. He tasted salty and yet comforting. 

“I’ll make it up to you.” She whispered against his lips, feeling him smile. “After all, we are immortal.” 

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!  

[nanawritesit]

yall 😀

i kinda wanna write a key smut inspired by gasoline 💀

like-

he’s just so hot and

powerful and like

he has so much potential

you see it too right? you HAVE to!

the things i would do for this man i swear to god, i am powerless against him. his visuals are out of this world

call me toxic, call me basic, call me weird, call me a worthless hetero, call me whatever you want to but you can’t call me wrong

I AM ON MY KNEES AS WE SPEAK

….

thoughts???

Love, Nana <3

[xotaemintol]

SHINee Shorts: EXHIBITION (ot5)

*This is in no way, shape, or form, meant to be disrespect or hurtful/triggering to anyone, this is purely FICTIONAL, and not at all real nor is it meant to seem that way, if you are uncomfortable with ot5 smut, please keep scrolling or leave me feedback, I'll be sure to consider your point :) if not, enjoy!*

Pronouns used: NONE!

TWS: Exhibition/public play, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, penetration, dirty talk, biting, slight scratching, hair pulling, and car sex.

JINKI: The Recording Studio

You gasp and press your hands against Jinki's shoulders, "W-wait...don't go so fast..." You whisper as he slips his fingers inside of you, something about the risk of being caught excited him though, the way you whisper and whimper at every touch makes him want you more. It didn't help that you looked so pretty biting your lip with your eyebrows knotted together, your eyes fluttering and your legs shaking, not even the thought of being caught in the recording booth could stop him now, not when you look and sound this pretty.

"Does it feel good baby?" Jinki asked, "Are you gonna cum for me?" You whimpered and gasped, arching your back and pressing your hips into his hand as you leaned your head back against the foggy glass. "Please...Jinki..." Your eyes rolled back as you covered your mouth to stop the loud moan that desperately wanted to escape, "Don't cover your mouth baby," As he grabs your hand he leans closer and kisses your neck, knowing that it would only send you over the edge, "You sound so pretty, I want to hear your voice," Your legs tremble as your excitement begins to spill, "So let it out."

JONGHYUN : In The Company Car

You and Jonghyun were sure that no one could hear or see you, the windows were too foggy for anyone to peek in and see the way your legs hooked around his waist, trapping his body against your own as he slowly moved in and out of you. The thought that someone would notice the way the car rocked never crossed your mind, all you could think about was how good he felt, how deep he was, and how pretty his voice sounded. You felt like you were going to break into a million pieces, you never thought that he would agree to using a company car to do something like this but he couldn’t deny you, and the feeling of your warmth melting him only made him want more.

“Fuck…right…oh god!” You cried out, you tried to speak, trying your hardest to communicate with him, but all you could manage was gibberish, stringing together curses and moans to create broken sentences that gave him butterflies. “Right there, baby?” He asked, you nodded, rolling your eyes back as you began to cry from pleasure, you felt like you were going insane, your body tensed up and you reached out for him, trembling as you screamed his name, not caring that someone might hear in the empty parking lot, he didn’t either, addicted to the sound of your desperation he encouraged you to be louder, going faster as he watched you. “That’s right baby, scream for me…” He pants, licking his plush pink lips as he tried to compose himself, “It feels good doesn’t it?” You nod your head, hardly understanding him as you spout out nonsense and leak against the leather seats. “G-Good! So…fuck! Yes! Right there! Oh fuck…Jong…I…Yes!” You press your hand against the foggy window and Jonghyun does the same, putting his hand right beside yours as he goes faster. “I got it, baby, I know.”

KIBUM: The Hotel Terrace

  The coolness of the morning air nips at your hot skin as Kibum held your hips, you moved slowly, rolling your hips as him rode him on the terrace of the hotel room you were staying in. You both knew it was risky to try something like this, but the way you looked underneath the peaking sunlight had Kibum ready to risk it all. Your soft breaths and the sexual look on your face gave him butterflies, he couldn't help but cave in and let you ride him. You were glad that he couldn't resist it too, the way he felt inside of you, how his skin was glowing, and how he tried his hardest not to make the slightest of sound. You wished that you could do this every morning.

"You feel so good..." He said as his hand slid up from your hip to your breast, "Do you like fucking like this? Where everyone can see it?" You whimpered, nodding your head as his voice added to the pleasure, the way his cock filled you up had your head spinning already, but the moment he started speaking it felt like your brain had melted. Going faster you let out a slightly loud moan, not caring to cover your mouth as you placed your hands on his shoulders to stable yourself better, "So...oh fuck..." You leaned against his chest, shivering as you felt yourself getting closer. Kibum immediately took this as a hint to take matters into his own hands, so he started thrusting his hips upwards, deciding that he'd take the lead completely. As soon as he did this there was no more holding back, you moaned loudly against his sweaty skin, arching your back as you dug your nails into his skin.

MINHO: The Company Gym

The sound of skin slapping and pants could be heard throughout the gym, Minho should've known that there was no way you were begging him to take you to the gym this late just to work out. It didn't take long for him to catch on to how you pressed your butt against him as he helped you with your sets, and it also didn't take much for him to pick you up and fuck you against the mirror, slamming into you as if he was trying to knock the air out of your lungs and squeezing your hips as he kept you against the cold glass.

"M-Minho! Please!" You screamed out, your lack of concern for getting caught made him laugh a little, grunting softly as he looked at you, "Fuck...fuck fuck fuck...I'm gonna...ha...oh my g-god!" You could feel his heavy cock sliding against your walls, the head of it kissing your cervix hurt a little but the pain eventually melted with the unbelievable amount of pleasure, it felt like you'd snap in half if he kept going like this. "Are you gonna cum baby?" He asked in a husky tone, his voice low and breathy as he speaks. "I can't believe you're such a naughty girl..." You whimpered and clung to him, digging your nails into his shoulders as you cried out in pure ecstasy. "Y-Yes...I'm...I'm close." Your eyes watered and your legs began to shake, you couldn't hold on anymore and it felt like he was only getting deeper, it felt so good. "Go ahead baby, cum for me, but we aren't done...you wanted to work out didn't you?"

TAEMIN: The Stylists Dressing Room

"Taemin...wait..." You whispered as he hungrily devoted himself to eating you out, you looked around worried as you bit your lip, praying that the store was empty. "Focus on me..." He pulled away for a second and looked up at you with low and lustful eyes, "Getting caught would only make it feel better anyways." You began to respond but he quickly went back to eating you out, causing you to gasp loudly and whimper, you covered your mouth quickly and put the other hand in his hair, leaning against the wall of the dressing room to keep yourself upright. "S-So good..." Your eyes roll back, the feeling of his tongue sliding between your folds makes your stomach tighten, and the way his pillowy lips wrap around your clit makes your whole body shake.

You felt like you were floating, becoming slightly louder as he used his fingers to stimulate your clit, you were almost slipping away from the situation at hand but the sound of footsteps getting closer brings you back to reality. You yank his hair, pulling his head away as you shush him with wide eyes, but instead of stopping, Taemin mouths a quick 'I don't care.' And goes back to eating you out, this time he slips his fingers inside of you and uses his tongue against your clit, moving them faster than before knowing that it would be harder for you to stay quiet. You quickly slapped your hand over your mouth, bringing your leg up to his head as you crumbled against the wall of the dressing room.

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Hell-tel 6;; KKB

Word Count;; 1.3k

Genre;; Fluff, Humour(ish), F2Ls

Pairing;; Kibum x Reader

Summary;;

Your cross-country vacation has come to a grinding halt after an engine malfunction stranded you in the middle of literally nowhere. After spending a few nights in a -1 star motel, you and your best friend, Kibum, are going stir-crazy. All is fair in love and war, and you won’t go down without a fight, not when the most precious commodity is at stake: the frumpy bed and its hard mattress.

Warnings;;

Brief alcohol consumption (literally a sip of beer), playful banter, some flirtatious remarks, slightly suggestive content

Notes;;

Written for @kikisfuneralservice for the @superm-net fic exchange event! [DUDE I AM SO SORRY!! I didn’t realise this was due at the end of June. I thought I still had time. Totally spaced it. But I hope you enjoy it, and I’m glad you’re out here making content for SHINee, you’re a rockstar!!]

Main Masterlist 

    "It's Saturday night," Kibum groaned, plopping down on the couch beside you. "You're gonna spend the weekend holed up in this tiny motel room?"

    "It only feels tiny because it's made for one person, not two."

    He rolled his eyes. "Just because it has one bed doesn't mean it's made for one person. Ever heard of couples before?"

    You didn't reply, choosing to instead kick your feet up on the coffee table. It shivered and creaked under your weight. Much like everything else inside the room it was on its last leg. In fact, most of the basic necessities were on the fritz. The refrigerator left your drinks warmer than they had been when you put them in, black spots plagued the television screen, and the showerhead pelted you with ice-cold water.

    Then there was the air conditioner. Instead of a fresh breeze it pushed out stale air that clung to your clothes, leaving the stench of wet dog in its wake. No matter how much of Kibum's cologne you spritzed throughout the cramped quarters, mildew hung in the air. You'd given up by the second night.

    "This might actually be hell," you whined.

    "It's not that bad." Kibum's arm slinked around the back of the couch. The tips of his fingers brushed against your shoulders. "At least we're suffering together."

    "Looks like someone forgot who's on the couch tonight."

    His head lolled back as he groaned, hitting the couch’s stiff headrest with an audible thump. "We're in hell."

    After an eternity of the couch trying to swallow you whole, you stretched your arms with a little yawn. Straightening your posture took great effort but you rose to your feet while using Kibum for balance. Tension riddled his shoulder, the muscles taut and tight. Your lips pulled down into a frown. Digging your thumb into the largest knot, you grappled with it, squeezing it between your fingers. Kibum swatted you away with an indignant huff.

    “You’re worse than the springs stabbing me in the back.”

    “You need a massage.”

    “Not from you, not with those hands.”

    He chuckled mirthlessly, shaking his head. Throwing your hands up in surrender, you mumbled out a ‘fine’. Once you were back in the big city you would schedule a spa day for the two of you… not that a single session could fix the damage this hell-tel had caused. You would need a vacation from your vacation at this rate. Somewhere free from cars and their woes, perhaps with a king-sized bed, and functioning amenities (would that be too much to ask?). At the very least it should have a working fridge, or an ice machine, or even a convenience store nearby with either a working fridge or ice machine.

    Snapping your fingers as you remembered why you had gotten up in the first place, you crossed the room. It didn’t take much – once you sidled past the table, a single step brought you to the mini fridge. The cooling component inside grumbled to life, mocking you and your desires. Taking it a step further, it didn’t budge as you tried to pry the dented door open. Just typical. Gritting your teeth, you put your whole back into it. It shook and rumbled within your sweaty palms but remained sealed.

    “Just open already,” you growled, kicking the machine.

    “Did you unlock it?”

    “It doesn’t have a lock.”

    “Are you sure about that?”

    “Yes, I’m… sure?” Giving the metal box a once-over, a wave of confusion swept over you. Near the bottom on the left side was a glimmering latch. “Huh. That’s new.”

    “They installed it yesterday.”

    “Really?” you asked, snapping around to face Kibum. Incredulity morphed into irritation once you caught sight of his smirk. “Ha-ha, funny. So glad you can find a way to prank me even here. You’re so clever.”

    “Thank you,” he said, unable to hide his triumphant glee. “And you’re pretty cute when you get all worked up like that.”

    Warmth tinged your ears. You gave him a dismissive wave before directing your attention back to your initial task. When you unlatched the fridge with a huff, it responded with an obnoxious hum that rolled out into the room. It was bare aside from a six pack of beer and a couple bottles of water. The air inside was warmer than the room’s ambient temperature, and the two cans you grabbed weren’t much cooler. You tossed one to Kibum. Froth spilled out as you flipped the tab. It poured onto the floor, earning you a disapproving look from your temporary roommate. Even so he followed suit. Leaning forward, he cracked it open and soon after the carpet soaked up the suds.

    “Now we have to leave a bigger tip for the housekeeper.”

    “As if they even have one,” you said with a shudder, looking down at the old stains that littered the carpet. “Anyway, let’s toast! Here's hoping the part arrives tomorrow!"

    You raised the can to clink against his. Liquid sloshed against metal as your beers bounced against one another. Bringing the drink to your lips, you took a swig. Your regret was immediate. Warm, flat beer rushed down your throat and you choked. Bitter alcohol stung your nose and burned your throat. Kibum’s eyes widened at your outburst but it was too late, the drink was already slipping past his lips. Throwing his head forward, he unceremoniously spat it back into the can.

    Shadows crossed his flawless skin as he glowered at you. "Even if the car isn't fixed tomorrow, I'm out of here. I'll walk if I have to. I never want to see this town again."

    Clearing your throat of the vile drink, you scratched your head. "Still want to go out?"

    "And drink more of that?” He sighed, discarding the drink on the table. "Let's just go to bed. We have to be well rested so we can count chickens or whatever else they consider entertainment around here."

    "The baby chicks were kind of cute though," you said as you walked to the sink, emptying the beer down the drain. Even over the strained glugging of the pipes you heard Kibum scoff. "What? They were!"

    "I'm taking the bed tonight."

    Dropping the can, you tripped over your feet in your haste to accost him. “Like hell you are!”

    He pushed the coffee table into your direct path before you could scramble to the bedroom to stake your claim. Standing with poise and grace, he brushed away not-so-imaginary dust while looking you up and down. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he walked around the table. Now opposite you, he tutted.

    “I’m not spending another night on that couch”—you opened your mouth in protest but he pressed a finger to your lips—“but since it’s your turn for the bed, I’m willing to share it with you.”

    “Share?” you whined before shoving the table back against the couch. He nodded. “Fine. We can share. Since it’s the last night.”

    “Good. It’s about time we slept together, anyway.”

    Warmth rushed throughout your veins. You spluttered, looking anywhere but directly at him, until you heard his breathless chuckling. Another of his little jokes. The embarrassment fell from your face, replaced with an exhausted frown. Your gaze looped around from his feet to his million-dollar smile. Immaculate despite the environment, his silky hair framing gleaming eyes.

    “Just where did your mind go, huh?”

    “Are you going to bed or…?”

    “I’m worried that I might not get any sleep,” he teased, stepping into your space. With him came the scent of mint. “Are you going to pounce me in the middle of the night?”

    Giving his chest a light nudge, you rolled your eyes in an attempt to dispel the heat blossoming across your cheeks. “As if. Stop playing around.”

    “Alright, alright, but”—using the side of his crooked finger, he lifted your chin, the intensity of his stare sending shivers down your spine—“I won’t complain if you change your mind.”

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[joon-june]

Many thoughts being thought about Kibums body hair,,,

What it would be like to go down on him following the thin line of hair that goes down his tummy, hair thickening and becoming more corse the closer it gets. The soft velvety skin contrasting to the rough hair. Then the actual act of it -his cock shoved down your throat with a face full of pubes surrounding you in his scent and scratching against your nose and cheeks.

[byunstation]

shinee

SHINEE

ONEW

JONGHYUN

KEY

MINHO

TAEMIN

[seawitch62]

Time to go home!

Word count 403

                Home. 

The dinner was succulent and delicious but the atmosphere was somber. Now Kibum, who normally on our meetups was usually vocal and vibrant, tonight his mind is elsewhere and not his happy place.

"Okay! What's going on?" 

"I have to go home"

"Home?"

"Yes Atlantis"

"Atlantis you had me there for a minute" laughing.

Looking at his face, serious to a fault.

"You're not joking?"

"No," he  quietly states.

A light bulb strikes,  an idea forms, "come with me".

"To Atlantis? Sure why not".

Wonder where his home is? Really?

■

Sailing on the yacht for days, romantic yes, intimate yes, but are we lost?

"Where are we? We haven't seen a soul in days, are we lost?"

Kibum laughs "no my navigational skills are remarkably on track" he states with confidence. Curious As to where in the world they are exactly "where are we?".

"Exactly where we need to be, Bermuda Triangle"

"What?" Panic rising 

"What the hell are we doing here?"

"It's the key to Atlantis"

"Key?"

"Now you're getting it, where do you think all those that disappear go?"

"Ahh I..I.."

"We will be home soon!" He declares.

A blue light beams seemingly from the clouds, Kibum excitedly says "our ride is here".

"Hold my hand babe and don't let go!"

Riding the blue light faster than any rocket, Kibum wraps his arms around his traveling companion, "Are you ready for another life?"

Sand I feel sand! At last solid ground.  From the sandy plain a monument greets, a face and hands, the face bears a remarkable resemblance to  Kibum. Looking around mountains and what appears to be a translucent sun? Moon?

People swarm around him, bowing and offering greetings.

"Where are we?" Totally confused  "my home, Atlantis!".

"Let's go" he states in a regal manner.

Gold. Gold everywhere. Kibum is dressed in gold and looks very attractive sitting on what appears to be a throne, his eyes blaze with gold.

Suddenly the feeling of being out of one's depths overtakes, I need to go! But where? 

A circle of fire now surrounds him, a crown of gold flowers sits upon his head. I got to go.  Looking for an escape route. 

"Babe? Come here"

Turning around, Kibum stands before her, wearing all black, horns? Are those horns?

"Don't judge me honey"

Realization like a ton a bricks

"You're an alien!".

Smiling he replies  "and you're my gasoline!".

[c1nnam00n]

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines