#shinee x reader

But despite the awkward situation, you and Taemin actually hit it off almost instantly. He was actually just your type- a little offbeat, his personality separating him from the rest, with big brown eyes and a gorgeous smile, you were instantly a goner.

You kept your relationship a secret for a while, a decision ultimately made by your fear of getting harassed by crazy "fans". But it made things more fun in the beginnings stages; the sneaking around SM headquarters, stealing kisses behind closed doors, donning disguises to attend each others shows.

You wish you could say that the relationship becoming public was a gradual thing- maybe a few leaked pictures, spottings at each others shows, smiling a bit too much when the other wins an award- but no. It happened during an interview a few years into your relationship. Taemin was doing a solo interview while promoting Shinee's 1of1 album when the interviewer asked if he was in a relationship. Normally, Taemin would say no, his minimal media training working for him. But through a stupid slip of the tongue, he said "yes."

The whole industry was turned on its head after that simple word. The fans went insane online (and in person, they practically mobbed the SM building), both of your management teams working double time to try and figure out a solution. In the end, they decided honesty is the best policy, and you and Taemin confirmed your relationship two days later.

Fast forward to today, after a decade of love, several collabs, a few breakup rumors, and multiple awards dedicated to each other, you're still going strong. Despite the many people that said it wouldn't work, the media starting rumors, the hate trains on Twitter- none of that mattered.

You went from young rookies running around trying to keep your relationship hidden from the world, to two confident successful veterans proudly displaying your love. No matter the circumstance, you and Taemin were in it forever...

It's night time. Around 2:30 AM. The only source of light you have are the dim lights of the streets, barely making anything visible. The only thing you can hear are the muffled sounds of the city outside. And the only thing you can feel - besides your racing heart and the warmth of your own breath - it’s the cold breeze coming from the windows he left open on purpose - he knows you enjoy the chill.

The door is locked. He's got you restrained by a belt and handcuffs - your hands are placed above your head, to each side of the bed, while your feet are tied together - forming a perfect cross. You have no idea how long you've been there, perception of time is long gone. All you know is your pussy is dripping, you’re eager, so fucking horny.

You're sweating. Your breath is already ragged, coming in heavy, short puffs. You have no idea about what awaits you. It can be anything with him. He's got you in black lingerie - tiny black panties, and a tight, leather bra. They're already clinging to your folds, and he's not even there.

And suddenly, the doorknob turns. You see a sillhouette, but nothing more. He stays there for a moment, standing in the doorway, just observing your state. Just admiring his work of art. You hear a breathless chuckle, followed by steps - his heeled boots crush the ground slowly, softly, on purpose. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, trying to concentrate on the moment, trying to hide the pathetic way you body shivers and trembles just with the information that he's nearby. But you fail miserably. Your body squirms softly, still restrained.

And then you hear his breathing. Your eyes snap open immediately. So close to you. The warmth of his body. He's standing right next to you, looking down on you - the heat of his gaze burns through your skin. A shiver runs down your spine. Silk black shirt, tight pants. You can kind of see the shape of a belt. You can definitely see the line of his bulge. His breath is fanning over your skin, giving you goosebumps. The scent of his cologne fills your nostrils; always so good, so ready.

He's taking far too long to take action, you think. Until you feel his warm, calloused hands over your belly. He kneads the skin there, pressing firmly, massaging... He slides it down to your lower belly, near where you need it the most. Your breath hitches. He still refuses to turns any lights on.

You're relying mostly on your instincts to know where he is exactly. The way the temperature shifts everytime he breathes over you, the subtle pressure of his thigh against yours... and then, a shift in the bed. He's hovering over you, his thighs pressing more insistently against your skin. His hand brushes against your breast, then his fingers curl around your neck, caressing it like he owns you - and you know he does. His breath is over your collarbone, and shortly after, his mouth is there. His lips caressing, teasing, until he finally places a soft kiss on your skin. "You've been such a good girl for me..." he breathes out, his tongue darting out to lick slowly over it. He sucks it so delicately, with just the right pressure. It leaves a mark, but not too dark.

The pressure in your ankles is gone. He removes the belt holding your legs together, throwing it aside. You feel his weight on the bed again, and this time, his knee is pressed right between your legs, forcing them open. It’s subtle, slow. For now. Your hands clench, the sound of metal against wood breaking the silence of the room momentarily. Then the handcuffs come off… The metal pieces falls to the floor proving to be almost too intense of a noise as it breaks the silence once again. Your instincts are heightened. You flinch.

Your hands finally roam free. You sigh, putting them down slowly - the darkness doesn’t let you know where they’re landing.

His knee starts to rub against your pussy. You whimper, rolling your hips instinctively against his thigh. He smirks, letting out a moan on purpose - he can feel how drenched you are. His lips find your jaw, placing soft kisses there until he pulls back just to get rid of his shirt. Your hands roam in the dark, finally finding his chest, the warmth of his skin that you crave so badly. He lets out a breathless chuckle, notcing how you shiver just by touching him. His breath is now on your chest, right between your breasts. They jump out - he unclasped your bra using his teeth. It never fails to make you gasp, to make you wetter. He pulled it away with his mouth, throwing it to the floor. His lips touch the revealed skin, placing a soft kiss over your hardened nipple. "But have you been a good enough girl to deserve a reward? It’s not fun when you tease me in public like that…” - you can only whimper in response. His lips are just so close to where you need it most. Your sensitive, aching nipples. "Please, Tae. it's been so long..." he chuckles, wrapping his lips softly around the peak. His tongue swirls slowly, not giving the pressure you so much need. He pulls back, blowing cool air over the saliva-coated skin, making you shiver and arch subtly towards him.

You hear a belt unbuckling. You panties get even more soaked, simply with the anticipation. It's totally dark again, just the sound of his belt moving around, and the unzipping of his pants, followed by the suble sound of fabric running down his thighs. The room goes quiet for a moment, only heavy breathing. A hand slips into your panties, cupping your pussy entirely. You gasp. He chuckles. He parts your folds with his middle finger, softly, teasing you. "You're always so wet. I love how wet I can get you just by breathing near you." He murmurs to your ear, capturing your earlobe between his lips. He sucks it slowly, making you whimper loudly. Your body squirms - he knows it drives you crazy with lust. He knows just how to make his pretty slut crazy for him.

Your pussy clenches eagerly around nothing. He slides his middle finger up and down your slit, catching right in your entrance. You whimper, and he pushes the tip inside — just the tip, barely penetrating you. You spread your legs wide, purely on instinct. He smirks, removing his hand from your panties, and you sigh in frustration. But it's better - he slowly slides your panties down your legs and off. He throws them aside, holding your foot for a moment and bringing it up to his face. He places a soft kiss on your sole, massaging it briefly before pushing your leg back, against your chest. "Now the other one, angel. I want you completely open for me." and you do just as he asked. The cool air hits your exposed pussy, folds parting to reveal your entrance, clenching and throbbing. And he's hovering over you once more. His chest presses against yours, your nipples pressing deliciously against his skin. You can trace his features in the darkness - he has a smirk on his face. His hips are placed between your legs, and you wrap them around his waist, urging him on. You need to feel him; even if just through his boxers. His hips roll forward, just enough, pressing his cock right against your pussy. It's scorching hot, heavy. His breath stutters when his length touches you, your wetness covering the fabric of his boxers entirely. Your folds part around his shaft, shamelessly letting him know that you want more, need more.

He rolls his hips slowly, grinding the underside of his dick between your folds. The head is peeking out the waistband, catching on your clit, making you moan out loud. He knows how to roll his hips just right - like the terrific dancer he is. He groans lowly - his control is slipping, his face is close to yours, lips brushing but not yet kissing. He supports himself with one of his hands, the other one squeezing your breast roughly. He pinches your nipple, hard, before tugging it and massaging it softly. He gropes your thighs, everywhere he can reach, really. He wants to mark you, to make you desperate.

He thrusts a little more insistently, his cock throbs and jumps subtly - he's incredibly aroused. Grunts and groans escape his lips, his breath is like fire over your face, he’s biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. Pre cum is coating his cockhead - a small, pearly drop - but he insists in just humping you. Until it's finally too much.

His hand drifts up from your boob to your jaw. He grips it, strongly, forcing you to look up at him, and even in the darkness, you can find his eyes. He presses his lips against yours, licking the seam of your mouth to coat it with his saliva before his tongue enters your mouth - it's a slow, deep but filthy and messy kiss. He grinds quicker, the desperation is evident. You feel your climax approaching just from the way he's grinding against your pussy. "Please, I need it... inside, please..." and he smirks. “You need it inside? Or do you want it inside? I can feel the way you’re melting for me, angel. Such a messy slut…” Breathing raggedly, he continues to move, completely ignoring your request. He wants you to want more, to need more. His hand slides down to your throat, squeezing it roughly - it's your weak point. He knows you can't take it. "Maybe that's all you deserve..." he says, a moan finally escaping his lips.

His hand releases your throat for a minute, tugging his boxers enough to free his cock. It jumps out, bobbing. A drop of pre cum falls over your pussy. He wraps his fingers around his dick, pumping it slowly, looking down at your pussy - the way it’s glistening even with so little light, just for him. He puts on a show for you - moaning while he jerks off, thrusting subtly into his own fist… He just knows you love it. He traces the head, caresses the underside with the tip of his fingers, and your mouth waters. He spreads his legs wide, touching his abdomen with his free hand while the other one slides up and down his dick, almost gracefully.

He places the head right over your clit, pressing it firmly before shamelessly slapping it against your sensitive nub, and he finally moans - out loud - relieved. The most sensitive part of his cock is grinding against your clit, the combination producing such filthy wet sounds, so fucking obscene. You can hear every filthy sound - groans, choked moans. You notice the way his head falls back just slightly. He keeps his dick firmly pressed against your nub, getting it slick with the mixture of your and his arousal.

He grips your throat again, leaving you breathless for some time before repeating it all over again - you love it. He grinds fast, desperate, like an animal in heat, to a point where his cockhead is catching on your entrance with every single movement. It slides in at certain times, making your breath shaky with the promise, but he doesn’t give you what you crave. His breath is hot, heavy. With every thrust he gets closer to your face, lips brushing again and again against yours, roughly biting, sucking, licking.

He pins you down by your throat, looking into your eyes "Give it to me, angel. I know you want to." He says, rolling his hips and sliding all over your slit, before giving your clit some special attention - two of his fingers massaging it quick before he replaces them with his dick. He bites his own bottom lip, grunting as he presses the head firmly over it, sliding, circling, thrusting.

And you do. Immediately, just as he says. You clit throbs against his cockhead, you back arches as much as possible, but he continues to hold you down, preventing your body from squirming. He releases your throat to press his cockhead firmly against your clit once more, grinding it almost aggressively against your overstimulated flesh. Again, it slips inside a couple times. And the way your pussy clenches around the tip of his cock is too much for him.

Golden light streams through the gaps in the trees, the leaves swaying lightly in the breeze. A canopy of crisp yellows, vibrant oranges, and soft reds hang overhead, glowing as they offer their protection from the elements so high up in the forest. 

Large stone archways stretch all around, an intricately carved staircase winding around the trunk of the tree you currently reside in. The air is cool, but despite how open his room is, you do not feel an ounce of the morning chill.

Subconsciously, you snuggle deeper into the warmth of his embrace.

A soft smile tugs at Taemin’s features as he admires you sleeping in his arms. Carefully, he brings a hand up to trace over your features, revelling in the feeling of your skin beneath his own. Long since has he awaited for this moment, and knowing that you’re finally his is unlike any feeling he has ever experienced before in his life.

Taemin has always prided himself on getting whatever it is he wants, so when he set his sights on you, he figured it would be a walk in the woods.

You had other plans.

Every attempt to woo you was met with a disinterested stare, or a scoff in disgust. You had heard about his reputation - nothing being able to hold his attention for five minutes after he’s claimed it - and wanted nothing to do with him. You weren’t about to become another human seduced by the skilled lies and deceit of the Fae, let alone a Fae such as him. You wouldn’t allow yourself to be.

Perhaps it was a curse, rather than a blessing, that Taemin couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Sure, he’s been denied in the past, but there was something about the irritated look in your eyes that made him want more. Normally, he would have moved on after being denied three times, since that’s usually how long it takes for someone to give into him. However, you were not everyone else.

Over time, his infatuation grew. He became obsessed with finding you wherever you went, and making you see him in a new light. You were perceptive, seeing through his silver tongue and thinly veiled half-truths that he attempted to use to sway your opinion of him.

He liked that about you, and the more time passed, he found himself looking forward to his interactions with you. You stimulated him, and not just intellectually.

It was then that he decide that if he couldn’t have you, no one could.

Your laugh was the most melodic song he had ever heard, your voice captivating him unlike anything before. Your stature was perfect in every way, especially for him. Countless nights had been spent fantasizing about how you would feel wrapped up in his arms, and nothing could have ever prepared him for the real thing. You both fit together like the stars in the sky - never one without the other, and should one disappear, only a dark void would be left in their place.

Not even the rarest of gems, or purest of crystals could compare to your eyes. The way they shone in the sunlight, or reflected in the moonlight, always managed to take his breath away. Your smile was like the first rays of sunshine after a cold winter’s night, warmth blooming inside of him every time he was lucky enough to catch such a wondrous expression on your face.

He needed to be the cause of your smile. He needed to be the source of your laughter. He needed you to care about him as much as he had started to care about you. He needed you to see how perfect you were for each other, and how he could always and forever give you anything and everything you could ever desire in this life, and the next. 

More than all of that, though, he needed you. 

Taemin spent hours thinking about you. Days, weeks, months. Almost every thought in his had been consumed by you, and even he could tell how it was affecting him.

He was beginning to change.

Taemin would never stop pursuing you, even if it was the last thing he ever did. He would follow you to the ends of the earth, always showing you how much better he’s become now that he’s found you. All he had to do was make you see the truth, and understand that you have both always been meant for each other.

After all, he would stop at nothing to have you.

Luckily for him, all of his hard work had started to pay off. 

Slowly but surely, you were starting to open yourself up to him. It took a while for him to get closer to you, but once he did, he never let go. Finally, after all this time, you agreed to be his, and oh, how sweet it was to be rewarded for his patience.

The memories of last night that swirl through his head at such an early hour in the day are proof enough of that.

A tender smile pulls at his lips as he continues to admire your sleeping form beneath the warm glow of the rising sun. His fingers trace lightly over your cheek, eyes flitting over every feature and committing them all to memory. Never does he want to let go of this moment, nor does he ever want to let go of you.

You are his now, and he is yours. As it was always meant to be. As it should be.

Carefully, Taemin rolls you onto your back, making sure not to disturb your slumber. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, thoughts consumed by the very taste of you that still lingers from last night. He swears he can still feel the imprints of your nails as they scraped down his back, pulling him in closer to you as he buried himself deep within your tight warmth.

His eyes flutter shut, a soft exhale parting his lips.

Settling between your legs, Taemin begins tracing his fingers further down your body. Not an inch of skin goes untouched by him, admiring the way your scents mingle in the air. The fact that you smell like him, and him like you makes his head spin. Only, he wants more.

Love as clear as the moon shines in his eyes as he takes in the sight of you beneath him. Gently, his lips press tender kisses against your skin, beginning to make his way down your body. Each movement is precise, ensuring he doesn’t wake you just yet as he settles himself between your legs. His hands skim up your inner thighs, parting you gently.

He’s already had a taste, but that insufferable craving gnaws away at his last remaining shreds of his sanity. Besides, when it comes to you, he’s insatiable.

Again, his eyes flutter shut as he takes a deep breath in. Your scent surrounds his every sense, flooding his veins with desire and need.

A soft moan escapes his parted lips.

More soft kisses are placed along the skin of your inner thighs, Taemin taking his time to trace his lips over every inch of you. His hands hold you gently, thumbs circling over your flesh as he gets closer and closer to the apex of your thighs. His breathing deepens, body beginning to shake in anticipation the longer he holds himself back from just devouring you like he so desperately craves.

Finally, he gives in to his deepest desires.

Leaning into you, he traces his nose over your folds, inhaling your scent greedily. A chaste kiss is placed over you, followed by another, and then another. His lips press against your clit before he’s finally parting your folds with his tongue, eagerly tasting you just as he did last night.

A low, pleased moan rumbles from deep within his chest as he dips his tongue inside of you. The way your taste immediately drowns his every sense has his eyes rolling slightly, pressing in closer to you as he swirls his tongue around your entrance.

Pleased hums fill the air, taking his time to trace his tongue over every contour of your pussy. His nose bumps over your clit a few times before he finally brings his lips up to wrap around that pert little bud. Softly, he suckles your clit between his lips, eyes shining as he looks up at you fondly.

Your thigh twitches lightly beside his head, body beginning to squirm beneath his light ministrations.

He flattens his tongue, laving it over your clit before beginning to circle over it gently.

A soft moan fills the air, fingers tangling lightly in his hair and tugging him in closer. You can feel him smile against your clit as a deep chuckle fills the room.

“Good morning, Beautiful,” A tender kiss is placed directly over your clit. “Did you sleep well?”

All you can offer him in response is a low hum, whining slightly as you stretch beneath his touch. Sleep still clings heavily to you, eyes drooping as you attempt to focus in on your surroundings for the moment.

“Just relax, Dearest,” He coos, nuzzling into you gently. “I promise to take good care of you.”

With those words, his mouth is back on you, tongue slipping through your folds and teasing at your entrance. Not even a moment later, he’s flicking over your clit before suckling that little bud between his lips, humming contently at the way you moan.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, hips beginning to grind against his lips in time with his movements over you. Your body feels both light and airy, as if you’re floating on a cloud. Soft pants escape you, head spinning as you feel that all too familiar pressure building beneath the surface, already so close to snapping.

He buries himself deeper into you, suckling your clit eagerly into his mouth as his eyes beg for you to fall apart. His fingers dig into the skin of your hips, pulling you into him so that you can’t escape his touch. The way you’re already starting to drip down his chin makes a happy pride swell within his chest, flicking his tongue over your clit to coax you into bliss so early in the morning.

With one final flick over your clit, your whole body shakes, a loud moan escaping you. Tossing your head back onto the pillows, your orgasm washes over you softly, flooding your veins with a comforting ecstasy you’ve only ever experienced with him. Breaths escape you, chest rising and falling as you feel him continuing to suckle at your clit, keeping you suspended in pleasure for as long as he possibly can.

Guttural moans and soft growls reverberate against your cunt as he guides you through your high. His hands tighten on your hips, tongue unrelenting as his eyes shine with nothing but pure desire. The way your release drips out of you, and floods his tongue has something within himself snapping, the beast inside craving more.

In the blink of an eye, he’s flipped your positions.

A strangled gasp escapes you as you grip the intricately carved wooden headboard to balance yourself. Your thighs now rest on either side of his head, his face buried in your pussy as he renews his efforts over your cunt.

Your eyes go wide, back arching as he sucks harshly at your clit, giving you no time to recover from one orgasm as he begins to coax another one from you. Your thighs tremble, whining as you attempt to lift yourself off of him. The feeling becomes almost too intense for the moment as his lips and tongue desperately devour you.

“Taemin-“ His name is but a choked whimper on your lips.

A snarl greets your ears, his arms wrapping themselves around your thighs and pulling you flush against him. Harshly, his fingers dig into your skin, claws suddenly pricking against your flesh as he holds you down. 

There’s no way in all of the many realms that he’s letting you go now. Not when you look this beautiful dripping onto his tongue. Not when he needs to feel you coming apart for him again, drowning him in everything you.

Flattening his tongue, he laves it in circles over your clit, staring up at you with dark eyes. Nothing but pure love, lust, and desire can be seen within his gaze, guttural groans echoing around the room as his hot breath hits your cunt with his every exhale.

“Give it to me, Dearest,” He pants out against you, tongue flicking against your swollen clit rapidly. “Flood me in everything you. I want it all.”

Another gasp escapes you as you feel him beginning to thrust his tongue into your cunt before swirling the muscle against your inner walls. Your hips automatically begin grinding down against him, the pleased growl he lets out making a pleasant shiver travel up your spine.

Gripping the headboard for dear life, your eyes squeeze shut. Already, you’ve become so sensitive to his touch, still having been recovering from last night.

Last night.

And you thought that had been intense.

A whimper slips passed your lips as you feel him slide his hands to your ass, squeezing the flesh appreciatively as he pulls you in impossibly closer. His lips wrap around your clit once more, shaking his head side to side as he harshly suckles at that pert little bud. From the way his chest rumbles with pleased growls, you can’t tell who’s enjoying this more in this moment: him, or you.

A shudder wracks your whole body, and with one final flick over your clit, your back arches in the air. A loud cry of his name escapes you, eyes squeezing shut as you suddenly still above him. Your thighs threaten to close around his head, high pitched moans and whimpers escaping you as your orgasm floods your every sense.

Nothing but pleased snarls sound from the Fae beneath you, his lips unrelenting as he helps you ride through your high. His fingers dig into the skin of your ass, keeping you pressed against his mouth as he swirls his tongue through your entrance. His eyes roll at the taste of you, chest rumbling as he feels you beginning to drip down his neck.

“More.” He growls, redoubling his efforts over you.

A whimper escapes you, eyes rolling at the overwhelming sensations flooding your body. You can barely catch your breath, head spinning as you’ve barely recovered from one orgasm only for him to continue to build you up for another.

You squirm above him, gasping at how sensitive your clit has become as he circles the tip of his tongue around that swollen little bud.

“Taemin-“ Your whimper gets caught in your throat, eyes rolling as he gives a particularly harsh suck to your clit.

A pleased hum escapes him, a deep chuckle emanating throughout the room. His eyes are dark as he stares up at you, holding your gaze to his as he smirks.

winning them over with his personality

he's trying to help with the food

which he end ups getting "scold" him for

joking that he's not part of the family just yet

so he cant know the secret family recipes

cue the two of you making eyebrows at each other

anyways youre kicked out of the kitchen

so you guys are forced to mingle with whoever else is there /hj

onew also gains points in the way he treats you

pulling out your chair for you, getting yalls food, grabbing napkins for you

your dad is very happy in his royal treatment of you

some family members pulling you aside later

telling you that he's a keeper pt. 1

something you already knew

Key

its key's 1st meeting really anyone in your family

hes briefly spoken with your parents though

but its not the same as actually meeting them

no worries because he fits pretty perfectly within your family

they're very much charmed by key

his quips & comebacks cracking them up

your aunties also like his reaction to their gossip

they begin treating him like he's one of them

filling key in on all the drama

even ones that you havent been privy too yet

dont let your aunties know

but key shares it with you later at home

even through all the chaos

he's always got you within his eyesight

key understands that you're not the best surrounded by a crowd

when yall come back together, its time for check-ups

its sweet

both of you making sure the other isnt overwhelmed

Minho

you're not sure exactly how

but minho ends up being everywhere at this bqq

the two of yall walked around when you arrived

greeting family you hadnt seen / talked to in a long time

introducing minho to them as your boyfriend

you had to leave him with the uncles/dads by the grill

but somehow find him tussling with the kids in the field

this results with your aunties whispering in your ear

telling you: he's a keeper for sure pt. 2

which you knew already

of course they're also bringing up marriage and babies too

minho ends up saving you

letting them know that the two of you are enjoying being two for now

he gets your heart fluttering though

whispering in your ear about how he does agree that he wants to marry you

bros lucky youre not dragging him down to the court house

better yet, he's lucky youre not about to make some uncle ordain yall in this yard

Taemin

hes met some of them before

you brought him along to one of your cousin's graduations

they dont have much of an opinion on him just yet though

but i do think taemin is very loved by younger cousins

the kiddos all over him for his attention as soon as yall arrive

you can only wave, giggling as he's pulled away by them

they have to be shooed away to give him a break

its earned him a plus in their parents' eyes

his ruffled state makes you laugh just the tiniest bit harder

taemin doesn't get long to rest though

your grandpa & uncles challenging him to dance battles

here's how i think it plays out

uncle 1: we heard you're a dancer? taemin: silent nodding w/ boba eyes uncle 2: come prove it then you: taemin you dont have to prove anything to them if you dont want to grandpa: that's right, cause we all know im the best

something like that

taemin reassures you that he doesnt mind

he has fun on the makeshift dance floor

your grandpa does end up teaching taem some moves

—.☘︎ ݁˖—

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"hey, baby. I gotta run," minho murmured, taking his briefcase and bending in to give you a quick but heartfelt kiss on the cheek.

“meeting with a new client at 9am. can’t be late.”

you, still sipping your morning tea, glanced up at minho, your eyes still groggy.

“mm-hmm, okay. have a good day, love.”

minho turned to leave, but something about the way, your hair looked messy and your eyes were still puffy from sleep caught his attention. an intense yearning and possessiveness suddenly overcame him.

he put down his briefcase and turned to fix his gaze on your neck.

“hold on, baby,” minho said, his voice low and husky.

“i need a minute.”

you raised an eyebrow, but minho was already closing in.

minho gently grasped your chin, tilting your head to the side and burying his face into the crook of your neck.

your eyes fluttered closed as minho took a deep breath, his alpha senses were on high alert.

“fuck… you smell so good, baby,” minho whispered, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

your hands instinctively went to minho’s hips, pulling him closer.

“you’re gonna be late,” you whispered back, your voice laced with arousment.

“i don’t care,” minho growled, nuzzling deeper into your neck.

he inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent of sleep, tea, and honey.

his alpha instincts went into overdrive, and he could feel his cock stirring in his slacks.

you let out a soft moan as minho’s tongue traced the curve of your neck.

“minho… you’re being so extra…”

“i’m just showing my baby some love,” minho replied, his voice muffled against your skin.

he sucked gently on the sensitive skin, making your eyes roll back.

“minho… stop… you’re going to make me-”

your words trailed off as minho’s fingers slipped under the waistband of your pajama bottoms.

“stop?” he repeated, his voice nothing but a soft purr.

“i’m not stopping, baby,” minho whispered.

minho’s desire for you was all-consuming, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do with his beloved mate.

“just one bite, baby, come on.”

“i need to mark you again. make sure you’re carrying my scent all day. make sure everyone knows you’re taken.”

minho’s hands dove deeper, his fingers brushing against your hardened cock.

“see, you’re so responsive. baby. i’ll be quick. i promise.”

the air in the kitchen was quickly filling with the combined aroma of your bond.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

with a growl of possessiveness, minho backed you against the kitchen’s island, his gaze never leaving yours.

your submissive nature had caused you to melt under minho’s touch, your body relaxing in surrender. you tilted your head to the side, completely baring you neck for minho.

it was an invitation, a silent plea for minho to carry on.

minho growled in approval, leaning back in and letting his fangs graze the sensitive skin of your neck.

“mine.”

minho smiled, his fangs elongating as his eyes glowed with a primal need.

he bit down on your neck, his fangs breaking the skin as he injected his venom into your bloodstream.

you cried out, your body arching off the kitchen island, as you felt minho’s burning mark into your skin.

minho inhaled deeply. your scent was changing, increasing, and becoming even sweeter. he was reveling in the knowledge that he was the cause.

with another growl of satisfaction, he pulled back, knowing that his marking was complete.

you whimpered at the loss of contact, your neck throbbing where minho had bitten you.

minho’s eyes softened as he leaned in for a gentle kiss.

you melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around minho’s neck as you deepened the kiss.

minho slipped his tongue inside your mouth, letting your tongues dance together.

he had taken his hands out of your pajamas, and they were now roaming around your body.

the kiss went on until minho pulled back.

you didn't have it in you to break the kiss; in fact, if it went on for hours, you wouldn't have complained.

“fuck, i gotta go,” minho said, adjusting his suit jacket that had become slightly disheveled during your little marking session.

“but tonight, we’re finishing this, baby. i promise.”

you smiled, still a bit dazed as you tried to gain your composure, finally coming off the kitchen’s island.

“you better… you know, this counts as edging.”

minho grabbed his briefcase, but not before giving you another quick peck on the lips.

“have i ever let you down before, baby?”

he smirked, finally heading towards the door, leaving you with his scent and his mark.

"i love you, baby,” he called out.