Will leave you wanting more, thirsting for more
hi! this is my first ever oneshot. i hope you like it! it was heavily inspired by Taemin’s 'WANT' and all the themes surrounding it. sorry for any possible mistakes - english isn’t my first language!
minors DNI. +18. dom!taemin, taemin x reader, dry humping, denial, 2.1k words.
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.
You whimper, eyes squeezing shut - it’s too much. It’s overwhelming. He buries his face right in the crook of you neck, and with a long, low moan, right to your ear, he cums. His cock erupts, pump after pump coating your clit and the lower part of your belly with his release - you’ve never seen him cum so hard, so good, and he looks like a god when he’s lost in pleasure. It drips from your clit to coat your entrance, the warmth making it even better. He collapses over you, his weight comfortably blanketing you... but he still knows you want more. You need more.