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Blowjobs were a risky thing for him, giving up control and letting you lead was terrifying to him.

Terrifyingly sexy.

„Baby, why are you on your knees?“

He was pushed against the wall, nowhere left to go. Taemin looked down and watched you, sat on your knees looking up to him, batting your lashes at him.

„Is that a problem, Tae Tae?“, you purred seductively.

He shook his head and watched your fingers glide over his legs - starting with the shins and going up to his thighs.

His heart started beating faster, suddenly he was hyper aware of the room‘s hotness.

Taemin placed his hands on your head, guiding you, trying to regain some control but you hissed at him instantly.

„Arms up, Taemin“, you commanded sternly.

He obliged, putting his arms up as if he had been caught by the police.

„Good boy“, you praised him proudly.

Your fingers traced further north, playing with the buttons on his pants. They were silver and cold to the touch.

You looked up at him again and asked innocently: „May I?“

God, how could he deny you?

Your beautiful eyes were glistening with desire, full of longing for him. He watched you lick your lips in anticipation, ready to devour him.

Taemin nodded silently, still pressed to the wall. He watched you unzip his pants and pull them down, admiring the impressive bulge that had formed underneath his boxers.

His heart was beating like a drum, his ears were ringing, he could hardly hear anything anymore.

Swiftly, you pulled down his boxers and were taken aback by his cock - massively throbbing for you.

„Fuck Taemin, it’s a shame you rarely let me give you head. Your cock is screaming for me, look at this.“, you mused.

In this moment he had to agree, giving up control more often may not be that bad after all.

You gave him one final look, batting your doll eyes at him before you took him all in, instantly moaning in pleasure.

Taemin‘s eyes rolled back, surrendering to this sensation.

You had trouble fitting all of him in your mouth but luckily you had hands to help, giving him a mixture of the wetness of your mouth and the force of your hands.

„Fuck“, he moaned under his breath.

You wanted this so badly, wanted to let him know how much you desired him.

His chest was heaving heavier, as he was already close.

„I want to touch you, y/n“, he whispered as he watched you from above.

You met his gaze and ignited an even bigger fire within him, seeing you sucking on his dick did a number on his ego.

Taemin lovingly placed his hands around your face, cupping you as you sucked harder.

You were good at this, oh absolutely, but it was not the touch of your plush lips around his cock or your tongue swirling around his glans or the poking against your throat, no, it were your eyes that drove him over the edge.

Your beautiful eyes that were filled with desire, longing and love for only him. Those eyes that never lied, always declaring the truth were the ones that made him cum in your mouth.

Taemin tasted heavenly, the perfect mixture of salty and sweet.

You sucked him off, garnering the last drop before you let go of him happily.

Before you could stand up he got down on his knees and crashed his lips onto yours, forcefully tasting himself on you.

„Thank you, baby“, he huffed out as he pressed his forehead against yours.

„For what?“

He chuckled sweetly.

Apparently, there’s only an intern working today, which is why no one could come bring the needed things, but they’ve been notified someone is coming to pick them up, so everything should be alright.

That’s how it usually is during summer months, on Fridays; everyone is away on holiday.

Minho briefly wonders why their superiors insisted on filming this music video during the middle of July, when barely any staff is available, but it is what it is.

He waves everyone goodbye and goes to his car, driving slowly towards the SM building with his AC turned on to the max. It’s so hot and miserable outside, he could die, and the fact that he’s danced for the better part of the last 4 hours doesn’t help too much either, as he still feels sweat droplets rolling down his back and forehead.

Once he gets to the building, he makes his way to the elevator and presses on the 2nd floor, where the main office is located. The elevator moves slowly, he notices for the millionth time.

He should’ve taken the stairs; it would’ve definitely been quicker.

Once in front of the door to the main office, he knocks twice, but there’s no response.

He decides to open the door anyway and sees that the small office is empty, so he takes his time to look through it. Although he’s been with this company for the past two decades, he’s never had to come here.

The office is small, it has 6 desks clamped together in a U shape, an old coffee machine, 6 worn out chairs, 4 old computers and 2 laptops, one of which is open.

This is where the intern sits. Minho notes, making his way over to admire their desk. It’s tidier than the others, although some things look misplaced, but it’s only natural when you’re actively working.

The laptop is open on a Twitter tab that Minho initially decides to ignore. It’s not like he’d want to invade anyone’s privacy.

He quickly changes his mind when he notices that the profile picture of that account is a picture of him at Waterbomb, his torso naked and a cocky grin on his lips.

It makes him raise an eyebrow. Maybe the intern is doing a… market research of some sort. Surely, it’s nothing.

It’s nothing.

Still, it’s been years since he’s last googled his name or read anything his fans say about him, and he’s curious, so he decides to take a quick peak and see what this profile’s on about.

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NSFW as fuckkk but just the thought of Minho ramming me from behind makes my knees weak and the fact that he’d just have to say it and i’d be there on my knees ugh im a slut for him Posted 2 hours ago by justanotherminhoesimp

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Minho’s eyes grow big instantly.

Who the fuck posts something like that on the internet for the whole world to see?

He knows some fans are a bit… delusional, but he’s never expected something so explicit.

However, curiosity gets the better of him, and he clicks on the post to see if this person’s got any replies.

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girllll, ikr?! thinking about it makes me sickkkk Posted 2 hours ago by shineesfive whoever he’s fucking is one lucky bitch Posted 2 hours ago by blingblingisjonghyunnnn could never be me because if I’d ever see him irl I’d turn around and walk in the opposite direction 🤣 Posted 45 minutes ago by justanotherminhoesimp and yet you post the most deranged stuff about him 🤣 🤣 🤣 Posted 25 minutes ago by shineesfive real me and internet me are different people 🤣 Posted 15 minutes ago by justanotherminhoesimp

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Minho chuckls slightly at this small interaction. Although he finds it very weird that this justanotherminhoesimp person wrote such sexual things about him, he also finds it somewhat amusing.

Would they really not want to meet him at all if given the chance?

When you fantasise about something, shouldn’t you want it to happen with all your heart and soul? At least that’s how he’s always been about his life. He fantasised about becoming a successful idol, and he’s done it. He fantasised about achieving a beautifully sculpted body, and he’s done it. When he’s fantasised about a girl, he took her on dates, he didn’t hide from her.

Shouldn’t it be the same with… whatever this wild fantasy was? Hypothetically, if this person had the chance to meet him, shouldn’t they want it?

He clicks back on the Twitter profile and was about to scroll further down to check what other things they could’ve said about him, but steps on the hallway make him instantly click on the power button in panic.

He certainly doesn’t want to be caught scrolling on someone else’s laptop.

The door opens and a young girl walks confidently through, her eyes glued to her phone and an amused smile playing on her lips.

“Hello.” Minho says as soon as he sees her, and her eyes shoot up from the phone to his face, her smile immediately dropping. “I came to pick up a few items… you must’ve been notified?”

“Oh, hello.” She replies instantly, bowing respectfully, before raising her gaze again, not looking at him. Instead, her eyes trail over all the way to her laptop screen, which is black, and Minho can almost see her let out a breath of relief. “Yes, of course. Just a moment.”

She replies with the same urgency, and the air feels thick. She seems uncomfortable as she approaches Minho to reach her desk and bends down to pick up a bag from the floor.

“Here you go.” She forces a smile on her lips and prays to God he’d just leave already.

“Thank you. Do you mind if I check that everything’s in here?”

“Not at all.” She points towards her desk but makes sure to close the laptop screen. She doesn’t remember whether she’s closed her browser, and if she didn’t, it would be a disaster if it somehow opened and revealed her secret Twitter profile.

She's a Minho stan through and through. She loves everything this man does and enjoys fantasising about him. She doesn't remember when she started doing it, but it was a funny activity during stressful school days, and she enjoyed creating the “perfect” man in her head and using Minho's face as a representation. Eventually, she started putting her thoughts on paper and sharing her work with the world, and it was even funnier to see that so many people shared the sentiment and enjoyed reading her stories.

Of course, she's completely aware that it's just a wild fantasy that would never come to life, nor would she want it to. She’s completely aware that the Minho she writes about and the real Minho are different through and through. She hadn't even thought about Minho when she applied and got hired to work at SM.

Fantasies are meant to stay fantasies. They're just fun to think about.

And the most important thing about them, is that no one should know you have them, especially not the person you've written about.

She doesn’t normally write or read smut at work, much less about someone important who works at the same company that hired her, but with everyone away and not much to do, she took the liberty to do it today.

And today, out of all days, she had to encounter the one person that occupies most of her thoughts when it comes to sexual fantasies.

Sure, Minho’s about a decade older than her, but who cares?

It’s not real, and it’d never be real, but fuck, he looks so good, and his smell is intoxicating.

She tries to appear busy and do anything else but watch him sort through the things in the paper bag while he’s sat at her desk, so she ends up starting to rearrange the pens from her coworkers’ desks.

She even considers excusing herself and walking out just to make sure she doesn’t have to see him, because fuck, he’s so attractive that it’s hard to breathe. He looks even better in person than he does in pictures.

As soon as he’s done, he stands up from her chair and smiles.

“Everything’s here. Thank you.”

She smiles back and nods and wishes he’d just get out quicker.

“I’m Minho, by the way.” He offers his hand for a shake, and she fights all her urges to grimace.

“Mira.” She barely manages to let out and shakes his hand, then averts her eyes.

“Beautiful name. Thanks again. See you around?”

“Sure.” She nods and watches him leave and hopes she’s never going to have to see him again.

She’s been working at SM for about a year and never had to interact with any celebrities, so why he came around today is a complete mystery, something that she hopes won’t ever occur again in the future.

~

His hand felt nice in hers. It’s way bigger than the pictures, and his hold was strong. If you can tell something about a person from a handshake, what she got from Minho’s hold was that he is a very confident person, sure of himself.

She could feel hardened skin on his palm, most likely from all the time he spends in the gym daily. If she had any time to observe his hand, she would’ve certainly seen healed calluses and rough patches of skin.

She can’t stop thinking about it, so she does what she’s been doing for the past years, an unhealthy hobby of taking her dirtiest thoughts directly to Twitter.

After all, what better way to spend your Saturday night than writing stupid shit on the internet and reading smut?

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let’s talk about Minho’s hands don’t y’all think they’re probably not too soft since he lifts weight so often? he must have healed callouses all over also, obligatory NSFW: his rough hands around my neck would be the perfect Saturday night activity choke the hell out of me, Minho Posted 35 minutes ago by justanotherminhoesimp

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Minho couldn’t stop thinking about the dirty post he’s read on Mira’s computer, and although he’d been way too busy Friday night to investigate, he has a completely empty Saturday night.

Opening his laptop, he logs into a burner Twitter account and accesses justanotherminhoesimp’s profile. He’s grateful for his good memory to remember the name and finds it relatively quickly, and to his delight, this person’s profile is public.

He wonders if it could really be that innocent looking girl that could barely look at him yesterday afternoon, but he doubts it.

He notices she’s just posted half an hour ago, and reading the post, he lets out a chuckle before turning his right-hand palm up. She’s spot on with the healed callouses.

He lets out another laugh as he gets further down in the post and reads the last line.

choke the hell out of me, Minho

This is so creepy, but somehow also pretty entertaining.

There are no replies under this post, so he goes back to her profile and scrolls down, finally having the liberty to stalk without the risk of getting caught.

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Minho looks that absolutely wrecked me (a thread) Posted 5 days ago by justanotherminhoesimp

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Minho looks at all the close-up pictures of his abs and arms, his side-profile, even his neck and hand veins.

Is this what people are into? He wonders and tilts his head, deciding he needs to grab a beer (or a few) to see what else this person has in store for him.

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Imagine you were working at a company and Minho was your coworker, and he’d strike up a conversation with you, and you’d become friends who drink together and fuck occasionally just to let off some steam, but you actually fall in love eventually. And now stop imagining. My new fic “Office Romance” is out now. Read on my AO3: # justanotherminhoesimp Posted 1 month ago by justanotherminhoesimp

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AO3? What the fuck is that? Minho frowns, not recognising whatever this is supposed to be.

He clicks on the link and gets redirect to a webside, Archive of Our Own, something he’s never heard of before.

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Office Romance (Choi Minho Fanfic) by justanotherminhoesimp

SHINee

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Choi Minho/Reader, Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, smutshinee, fluff, Shameless Smut, Deepthroating, Daddy Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Dom/Sub, Orgasm, Getting to Know Each Other, Strangers to Lovers, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Moaning, Wet Dream, First Kiss, I am delusional and I know it, Coworkers AU

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As Minho reads through these, he gets more confused than ever.

What the fuck is a smut?

He shakes his head and considers not reading whatever the fuck this is supposed to be.

Based on the descriptions, it seems like this will just be porn.

He shakes his head again and drinks another beer, and changes his mind, so he scrolls down to start the story.

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Y/N wakes up, excited for the first time in months.

Today, she is starting a new job as an editor for a big publishing company.

She gets dressed, feeling as butterflies fly around in her stomach. The butterflies only get more restless as she leaves home early to make sure she’s not going to be late on her first day.

She even takes a taxi, something she wouldn’t usually do due to how expensive life in the city is, but she doesn’t want to take any chances today.

Today is going to be perfect. She’s going to do everything right: get to work, show everyone her skills, maybe even make friends with a few people if she’s lucky enough to have nice coworkers, and then come back home and take a long bath and wash the day off her skin.

Just as planned, she arrives 20 minutes early, leaving her enough time to pick her badge up from security.

She makes her way through the gates and presses on the elevator button, waiting for ages until it reaches the ground floor.

Once inside, she presses on the 2nd floor where she'd apparently have a shared office with a few other people and waits for the doors to close.

Just before they are fully closed, a large hand gets between them, forcing them to open again.

“Sorry.” the man says with an apologetic smile.

“No issues.” Y/N smiles back politely.

“Oh, you’re also going to the 2nd floor?”

“Yes.”

“You must be our new editor then!” The man replies gleefully. “I’m Minho. Choi Minho. We’ve emailed a few times.”

“Oh!” Y/N bows immediately. “It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’m Y/N.”

“It’s good indeed to finally put a face to the name.”

“This elevator is quite slow, isn’t it?” Y/N chuckles. It feels like they’ve spoken for ages, but they’ve barely reached the 1st floor.

“Yeah. I don’t know what’s up with it. We complained many times to management, but so far, they’ve refused to do anything to fix it.”

“Can’t be helped, then.” Y/N shrugs.

“Oh, we’re here! Finally!” Minho laughs brightly as he lets Y/N get out before him like a true gentleman. He then guides her towards the main office and to her new desk, right in front of the window. The view from it is beautiful, she notices.

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As Minho reads, he can’t help but notice a few similarities between this story and the SM building and Main Office.

Maybe justanotherminhoesimp is Mira for real. He shudders at the thought of someone working at SM and idolising him enough to write about him.

Still, he keeps reading and the similarities only get more uncanny. The office layout is the same as the place she works at, and she even sits in front of a window.

Although entirely creeped out, he can’t stop. He reads and reads thousands of words about how Y/N and Minho get closer and closer, until one night, they go out drinking.

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“You said you can’t drink much.” Minho chuckles as he sees Y/N drink her 5th glass of Soju.

“This is nothing, dear.” She brushes him off with a flick of her hair and an intoxicating chuckle.

“Really?” He leans towards her, his face mere inches apart. Close enough to feel his breath on her cheek.

“Yes, really.” She turns around and looks right into his eyes as he gently touches the back of her head with his right hand.

Y/N is grateful that the place they’re sat at is empty, otherwise she would’ve gotten very embarrassed by how direct Minho is being.

He presses a confident kiss against her lips, and as soon as she responds, he doesn’t hesitate to deepen it and touch her tongue with his.

“This is too public…” Y/N says after a little while, her breaths shallow.

“Wanna come over?” Minho asks, the same directness and confidence lacing his tone. He wants her and doesn’t hesitate to let her know.

Y/N nods sheepishly, and the taxi ride to Minho’s apartment seems way too long for how impatient she’s being, her arousal pooling in her panties.

As soon as they get there, Minho’s demeanour changes completely. He’s a dom through and through, and he doesn’t falter to command Y/N to take her clothes off to let him admire her body.

“You’re so beautiful.” He breaths out, unbuttoning his shirt as he watches her strip.

Left in only her underwear, Minho makes his way on top of her, marking his way into her skin with soft bites, listening to every whine and moan that comes out of her mouth.

When he reaches her lips, he kisses her over and over, driving her crazy, making her desperate for more.

“Minho…”

“What is it, hm?” He asks in a sultry voice.

“I need you.”

“Oh, yeah?” He asks, almost mockingly.

“Mhm.”

“What do you want me to do, hm?”

“Uhm… just…”

“What, huh?” He teases her. “I won’t do anything until you tell me what you want.” He smirks and makes his way down her body again, stopping in front of her covered core.

He takes her panties off with ease and spreads her legs open, but the only thing Y/N wants to do is close them shut, as she feels embarrassed.

Minho tuts instantly, keeping her legs in place as he presses a chaste kiss against her pussy.

“I still haven’t heard you.” He says again, biting her thigh.

“I want… I want you…”

“To do what?”

“Your tongue…”

“Hmm… where? Here?” He asks as he licks a strip in-between her folds, forcing a desperate moan out of her.

“Yes.”

“You have to beg me first.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me.” He kisses her thigh again, and the pressure between her legs gets unbearable. She needs him to fuck her with his tongue, to bring her the sweet bless of an orgasm.

“P-please.” She says, almost in a whisper.

“Didn’t hear you.” He smirks again.

“Please!” Y/N says, this time louder.

“Now, that’s a good girl. Daddy will take care of you well, hm?” Minho says in a low voice, sending shivers all over her body as he leans back in and connects his mouth with her pussy once more, making sure to pay attention to every sound she lets out to see what makes her feel good.

It doesn’t take her long to let go on his tongue, and satisfied, he gets back on top of her to give her time to recover and buries his head in the crook of her neck, sucking her skin and leaving purple marks all over, to show everyone she’s his and his only.

“Daddy, please… more.”

“What was that?” Minho smirks against her collarbone.

“I need more. Please…”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Do you want daddy to fuck you hard? Is that it?”

“Yes, daddy. Please.”

“Such a good girl.” He praises. “Get on all fours.”

She follows his command and sits up, getting confused when Minho grabs a fistful of her hair and guides her head towards his crotch.

“Open up.” He says, and she opens his mouth, feeling him shove all his length down her throat.

While gentle at first, Minho eventually sets up a consistent rhythm, keeping a steady hold on Y/N as he fucks her throat roughly.

“Your throat feels so good.” He compliments, caressing her hair while seeing her eyes swell up with tears.

Feeling close to his climax, Minho pulls out and makes her turn around, positioning his dick against her entrance. He pushes in slowly, letting her get used to his cock as she lets out a loud moan.

“You feel so good, baby.” Minho rolls his head back, gripping her hips with his hands.

Y/N becomes a moaning mess as soon as Minho bottoms out and continues fucking himself into her, bringing her to a second orgasm as he releases himself inside of her.

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What the fuck did I just read? Minho’s eyes open wide, but even with how weird the whole thing was, he couldn’t ignore the raging boner in his pants, now a bit too uncomfortably tight.

The writing was not the best, but it somehow got to him, since it's the first time he's ever read something like this.

It was certainly weird to read porn about himself, but as he’s always been a quite imaginative person, it was way too easy to fall into the trap of visualising everything he’s read about.

He is, of course, himself, and Y/N is… that girl from the main office.

Closing his eyes and rolling his head back, he takes his cock out of his pants and gives it a couple strokes, thinking of Mira begging him to touch her, fucking her from behind while smacking her ass.

It doesn’t take him long to let go and release himself in his hand while hearing Mira’s soft moans in his mind.

This is crazy.

He is crazy.

~

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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