Chemistry (Taemin Ver.)
Pairing: Taemin x Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Warnings: General Smut
WC: 2.03k
Summary: Taemin brings you home for a one-night stand, but an array of feelings can change overnight.
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Taemin pins you up against the door of his apartment, kabedon style. He looks you in the eyes before his eyes dart to your lips. It’s a signal to you, but you probably wouldn’t have changed your next action anyways. You desperately press your lips to his and he tangles his hand in your hair, trying to gain dominance over you, but you’re fighting back. You fist his white t-shirt and he pushes your jacket off of your shoulders as you walk him backwards to the room, but eventually give in. "Really?" You ask as he trails butterfly kisses down your neck.
"Absolutely," he breathes out, taking your jacket the rest of the way off. "You're pretty for a stranger, anyone ever tell you that?" His hand skillfully undoes the button on your jeans and slips to brush over your clothed pussy.
"And you have generic lines for an idol," you groan out, feeling his fingers with heightened senses.
“You’re like a lake down there, shit,” he pushes the fabric to the side with his thumb and thrusts a finger inside of you. you groan loudly as he hikes your legs around his waist and walks you the rest of the way to the bed, inserting another finger along the way. “I don’t even think I’ll have to prep you all the way,” he says, kissing you roughly.
You’re an uncontrollable mess of whines despite the lack of length that his fingers have. Taemin makes up for that in the thickness of them, getting up to three fingers before warning you. “On second thought, I’m pretty thick, think your pussy can take it?“
“Confident, are w-“ You’re cut off by your own moan as he inserts a fourth finger, making a perfect square formation inside of you. “Shit, c-confident in yourself aren’t you?”
“I’ll make you regret saying that by the end of the night,” he undoes his belt and pulls his jeans down quickly. You look up to see the outline of his hard member in his underwear and your eyes go wide. he wasn’t lying, really, he’s massive.
You reach out with one of your hands to stroke it through the thin cloth and he stops his movements to groan. It’s deep and throaty, you imagine how that would feel against your pussy. The dark lighting of the room allows you to gaze at his lips as he does it, too, shadows casting over one side of his body.
Your finger trails up his dick and to the waistband of his underwear, running the tip of it against the elastic before moving on. “Fuck, you’re a tease, aren’t you?” He removes his fingers from you and licks them two at a time while you run your hand under his shirt and up his abs.
“It’s not teasing if you’re not begging for more.” You begin to push his shirt up his body and he takes it the rest of the way off himself, leaving him clad in only his boxers and you in your shirt.
“Just hurry up and get on with it,” Taemin complains as you begin to pull his boxers down. “I’ll make you happy if you make me happy, deal?”
“Mmmm, I don’t think I like the sound of that one too much, honestly,” you bargain as you slide a condom over his dick. “How about I keep my mouth shut about fucking the famous Lee Taemin and you make me happy?”
“Blackmail, I should have seen it coming,” he moans the last part as you wrap your lips around his tip.
You bob up and down, trying to avoid the odd texture in your mouth. It’s really nothing compared to doing it raw, but you’ll take what you can. He threads his fingers through your hair and moans higher this time, needier and desperate for more. He thrusts up into your mouth and you feel his tip at the back of your throat. You swallow around it despite the intense urge to gag, spilling him over the edge. A warm spot fills where his tip was, making you release him with a soft pop.
“Now you really owe me,” you say, smirking.
“I didn’t ask to be sucked off,” he pulls the condom off and ties a knot, tossing it towards the bin in the bathroom. “I’ll get it later.”
You wrap your hand around his soft member and press kisses to his neck, adding your tongue to try to get him aroused again. “No break? This fast?” Taemin asks, taking a shaky breath.
“No, we had a deal,” you mumble against his shoulder. You bite the skin softly, but not enough to make a mark. “Now hurry up.” You lick over the place you bit and trail kisses up to his mouth, the action concluding in a heated make-out session.
“Lay down,” he says, finally tugging your shirt off.
“Let me ride you,” you suggest, pushing him down instead. He reaches up to run his hands over your breasts, squeezing lightly. “I’ll make you feel good.”
“I thought this was about you, not me,” he retorts, shuddering as you grip his cock to line it up with your sopping entrance.
You hesitate for a moment, blinking. You take a deep breath and don’t respond, instead finally letting there be a few moments of silence between the two of you as you sink down on his cock. It doesn’t last, a long and profound moan escaping your lips. Taemin’s hands run along your sides and move backward to cup your ass. He supports you as you bounce up and down on his length, squeezing your cheeks and pushing you upward from time to time.
Below you, he makes a moaning mess out of himself along with a burning desire for more friction. He thrusts up into your warmth repeatedly, never giving you a break as you instinctually clench around him. Taemin mutters strings of curses as he explores every inch of you with his hands, stopping every so often to admire parts of you. You grind yourself against him and feel his tip brush your sweet spot, making you throw your head back and moan. “F-fuck,” Taemin utters, hips bucking. “I’m close, so close, god,” he moves upward and pecks your lips before puling out and flipping you over. “Put your ass up.”
You do as you’re told, mind hazy from the new tone his voice has taken on. Taemin slams his cock back into your warmth, the familiar stretch returning with a new pace. He thrusts in at a relentless speed now, finally succeeding in making you cum. You shake as your orgasm rolls through you, eyes falling shut. He finds the same feeling as you reach yours, filling yet another condom and collapsing on top of you, head tucked into your shoulder.
“You can go to sleep and leave tomorrow if you want,” he suggests, pulling out and standing to dispose of both condoms. “You don’t have to worry about going home that way, it’s already four in the morning.” That’s the last thing you hear before your eyes fall shut from exhaustion, senses lost in the comfort of his bed.
In the morning, you’re awoken by the rays of the sun illuminating the large master bedroom. Taemin had opened the curtains when he woke up an hour earlier, making sure your back was turned at that time so you wouldn’t wake up right away. With your horrible sleeping patterns, you’re shocked to see that you slept seven hours. A hot cup of coffee is sitting on the nightstand along with a few ibuprofen, probably in case you were hung over. He didn’t know that you didn’t drink, but it was a nice gesture. After getting dressed with the pajamas he’d also left, you sit up, take a sip of the liquid, and look around, finally letting yourself observe the surroundings. Behind you is a large window with a view of the Han River and the surrounding city, bustling on a Monday morning. To your left is his dresser, white adorned with gold knobs. A TV lays on top of it accompanied by some of his signed albums and a few awards of various categories and degrees.
Finally, right in front of you, is his small cat Kkoong, which you had failed to notice until now. “Hi, little one,” you coo, lowering to the floor. “You must have missed Taemin last night, hm?” She runs over to you and nuzzles her head against your hand, prompting you to scratch under her chin. You find yourself getting overly distracted by the cat until the sound of a door opening snaps you out of it. Taemin. Right, he lives here and you’re intruding looking around at his bedroom and petting his cat.
“Oh, you’re awake. You could have slept longer, you know,” he opens the top drawer of the dresser and pulls out a few earrings. “Huggies or studs?”
You stutter for a moment, unprepared for him to speak to you so casually. “Uhm, huggies? Sorry, I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t expecting you to be home, honestly, I was just going to leave, I should get going,” you burst out a string of things to say and stand quickly. “Wait, sorry again, where are my clothes..?”
“They’re at the dry cleaners. They should be here by… hmm…” he checks his watch. “Three PM? My manager is picking them up. Was last night that bad to where you would want to leave so soon?”
“N-no, not at all! That’s not what I meant! I just thought, since it was supposed to be a one-night thing, and you’re most likely busy,” you direct your eyes back on Kkoong, who is currently licking her paws clean.
Taemin sprays some cologne on his wrist and rubs it in, patting his neck as well. “Hm, well, it’s not like you can go anywhere unless you have some genius plan to get the clothes you’re wearing back to me. We’d have to meet again anyways.”
He casually begins to unbutton the white shirt he’s wearing, causing you to widen your eyes. “I-I guess so, I’ll just wait in the living room then until your manager arrives.” You stand and walk quickly to the open door, but are stopped by a hand on your wrist.
There, in front of you, without a shirt and sporting desperate eyes, he asks, “Do you not like me?” Of course you like him. What is he talking about? That’s a stupid question. Why wouldn’t you like him.
You’re shocked again at how quickly his emotional presence can change, especially from confident to desperate like this. “Again, no, really, that’s not what I mean! I just don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
“I want you to be here always…” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. Without thinking, you reciprocate him. He brings his hand to the side of your face, rubbing circles on your cheek with his thumb. “Is that too much to ask?”
“It was supposed to be a one night thing, what the hell is going on?” You have no venom in your voice when you ask.
“I don’t know, I shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t help it,” he runs his hand through his hair and walks over to the closet in his room. “Something about last night just flipped a switch in me, you know? Like some kind of gravitational pull.” Taemin pulls out a blue silk shirt and puts his arms through it before starting to button it up. “Please tell me you understand so I don’t sound like a complete idiot.”
You sigh deeply and lean against the doorframe, contemplating. “I don’t know, but… I definitely know something changed overnight.”
He begins to sing Strings under his breath and grabs your hand, guiding you out of the door. “Dance with me. That’s the only way we can measure our chemistry.” Taemin smiles playfully and places a hand on your hip, swaying to his own sound.
“That’s so cliché,” you let out a breathy laugh and join him in his rhythm, losing yourself in the sound of his voice.