Pairing: Lee Taemin (SHINee) x Fem!Reader; Genre: element wielders, kinda atla inspired, royal au, assassin au, enemies to lovers, smut, pwp; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: tributes, fireballs, hinted fighting, restraints, pinning, temperature play, nipple play, clit play, fingering, slight dirty talk; Wordcount: 809
Summary: You offered yourself as a tribute for the Ice Prince in hopes of getting close enough to him to take him down. Yet, your attempt turned out not in a way you expected.
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“The regions have sent their tributes to you, Prince Taemin.” A servant announced as the new people got lined up in front of the throne.
You glanced up at him through your eyelashes, seeing his cold and seemingly bored expression. His chin rested on his hand, leaning on the armrest of the throne. His eyes wandered over the tributes beside you until they landed on your form.
Taemin straightened slightly, a glint of interest shimmering in his eyes. He ordered for the other tributes to be sent away before he stood up and walked over to you.
“Follow me”, he told you in a hushed voice, leading you away from the throne room and through a long hallway.
Your fingers twitched impatiently. Despite not being tied up as a tribute, you couldn’t just attack him in the middle of his castle. Yet you wanted nothing more than to shoot a ball of flames at his back.
“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.”
You jumped slightly in surprise, staring at his back with wide eyes. Maybe you could just pretend to be clueless what he meant. You could also attack quickly before he even had the chance to react.
In an instant you formed a small fireball in your hand, raised it above your head and flung it forward.
At the same time Taemin turned around and engulfed the fireball in a globe of ice with a swift motion of his hand.
Though with the heat of the fire the ice quickly began melting, creating a cloud of steam in the middle of the hallway.
You clicked your tongue in annoyance and immediately created another fireball in your hands, ready to charge it the moment you saw him move.
“You’re making this way too easy”, he laughed out. He shot more ice at you, bursting the fireball and creating even more steam around you two. Soon after he pinned you against the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs.
You weren’t even able to see him move around in the mist, his complexion, light hair and clothing adding to his camouflage. Now though with him being right in front of you and holding you against the wall, you were able to see him clearly.
Taemin held your wrists against the wall, creating chains of ice to keep you in place. He traced a finger coated in ice down your arms.
You shivered the difference in temperature getting to you. As a fire wielder you naturally had a higher body temperature so having the prince of ice pressed against your body you simply couldn’t help your reactions.
“Is that all you got?” You asked with a scoff, wanting to hide the fact how much his close presence affected you. “I could easily melt your ice away again.”
“Sure, you could.” He looked straight into your eyes, a danger hidden deep inside them. His gaze shortly flickered to your wrists above your head, seeing that you weren’t actively melting them away. “But something gives me the impression you want me to go even further.”
You glared at him, unable to deny his statement - though refusing to admit it. You moved your chin upwards, wanting to show strength even in your situation.
“Tell me to stop, when you’re borderlining to hypothermia.” Taemin moved both of his hands to your side, letting his fingers slide underneath your top. He coated one of them at a time with his ice, making you jerk slightly from the sudden increase of cold. His thumbs brushed over your nipples. They pebbled from his cold touch alone. Taemin smirked and pinched them, eliciting a moan from you.
You tilted your head back as his cold lips nibbled along your throat, leaving little marks along his way. You arched your back slightly, loving the way he played with your body.
Taemin moved one of his hands further down, sliding them into your underwear. His cold index finger circled around your sensitive nub, turning your legs into jelly. “That’s it”, he whispered, pressing himself and his own hard dick against your body.
The second he pushed two fingers inside of you, your walls clenched around them - the cold driving you crazy.
“Fuck, you’re hot”, he breathed out, sweat accumulating on his forehead from your body heat affecting him.
“Can’t handle my heat?”
“Wouldn’t you wish for that”, Taemin scoffed, increasing the ice on his fingers and making you moan out loud. “I know you fire wielders want to get rid of an ice wielder being in charge around here.”
“Damn right!”
“Too bad the assassin they sent is already answering to my every beck and call.” He moved his fingers in a come hither motion, making you tremble from the pleasure all over again. “So”, he paused, pressing on that spongy part inside of you, “cum for me.”
“Honey, if you can’t keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet, this won't happen.”
As you danced seductively against the slightly tipsy man in a slightly tipsier state, you turned to face him and his hands naturally found rest on your inviting hips. You put your hands over his shoulders and leaned closer to him so your voice would reach his ears over the surging of the loud music.
“I’ve got my own drama baby, I’m not trying to make anymore.” You purred at him.
His eyes followed your lips, completely entranced by the way they moved.
“I’m not sure if I should be doing this right now.” He mumbled to himself. His eyes watched your lips and only the thought of their taste in his mind.
“Then why are you here, pretty boy? You trying to play games with me?” You questioned, leaning into his ear so that your lips were dangerously close to his skin.
You felt his grip tighten around you as he pulled you closer to his body.
“Let’s take this somewhere a little more private.” He whispered against you, sending goosebumps across your skin.
With that he slipped away for a cold moment before coming back with a host who led you two to a private room in the back. He’d clearly been here before if he had a room he could get with one word. The door closed behind you and the music was now only a hum in the background.
“So you must come here often?” You said leaning back against the door, a safe distance away from him who just moments before you were pressed against. But it was different when the lights were dim and the music was loud, now you could hear your pounding heart.
“It’s good to go to places with staff who value their job more than gossip.” He said rather nonchalantly as he swirled his drink.
“I take it I’m not the first person you’ve brought back here.” You asked although not sure why you were prying nervously for information that didn’t really concern you.
He tilted his head at that and a slight smile twitched in the corner of his lips before answering.
“I don’t frequent clubs but when I do go to one I come here, they know me. But to answer your question no, you are not the first person I’ve brought back here, but you’re the first one I’ve brought back here to fuck.”
You blinked at his response as your heart fluttered with excitement. You never did stuff like this. I mean you were just trying to let off a little steam after work, no way you would see yourself dirty dancing with a celebrity, and definitely not one as big as Key. In your defense though, he was staring at you first. But the moment you locked eyes with him you knew there was no way you were going home tonight without having some fun.
He set his drink on the table before walking towards you, placing him self intoxicatingly close.
Your back was now completely pressed against the door, his hands once again caressing your body through your tight dress. While his hands were busy on you, yours took a chance to touch his face, responding to his silent question and encouraging him to kiss you. And as soon as his lips were on yours, you felt him let out a breath no doubt in relief after finally quenching a portion of his curiosity.
But even though he was devouring your taste it still wasn’t enough, he needed you, all of you.
You felt his hands play with your zipper and you let out a soft moan to let him know to proceed, your lips too busy with his to say anything more. But that was all the confirmation he needed because you soon felt the cold of the wall touch your skin causing your back to arch and your body to press into him. You felt his warm body and his arousal press into you.
He pulled the dress off of your shoulders and you helped by pulling it down your body leaving you only in a pair of lacy panties and heels. Seeking to even the playing field, you finished unbuttoning his already tousled shirt before pulling it off. Your next target was his belt which you removed swiftly while he was occupied with decorating your neck and shoulder with kisses and gentle blushes.
Before you could do more he pulled you against him and lifted your legs around him. You followed suit and tucked them around his waist and then he moved you to the couch before laying you down and hovering above you. The simple silver chain around his neck dangled down and tickled your skin. You hooked a finger into it and Kibum moved with your tug so as not to break it, leaving him back at your lips to satisfy your craving for another taste.
His hand that wasn’t holding him up hungrily roamed your soft skin as it traced circles into your hips and massaged your breasts, not forgetting to give attention to the sensitive nipples. You moaned into his mouth and he swallowed it up. Your hands now realizing their emptiness made quick work with his zipper so one of them could find its way down the band of his pants. You finally coaxed a moan out of him the moment your hand began caressing his sensitive member and you satisfyingly swallowed it.
“Take this off.” You finally said in a whisper and he simply responded with a soft grunt before quickly standing to remove the rest of his clothes. As soon as his remaining clothes were gone, he was back with you. Your hand made a second pass at him but this time your plan was foiled and instead your hands were pinned above you.
You chuckled. “What? You like playing rough.” You bantered.
“Honey, this is nothing. But I could show you rough if you’d like.” He replied with a smirk.
“Oh can you? Maybe next time pretty boy, this time I just want you to fuck me.”
He responded with a kiss and you made a mental note about how he didn’t reject your saying next time. You were pulled out of your thoughts by the feeling of his finger plunging into you, the sound of your gasp causing him to hum with pleasure. He skillfully maneuvered inside of your pussy all while his thumb played with your clit. You felt him throbbing against you with every mewl you breathed, the slick sound of your wetness informing him of your readiness and making it harder for him to wait.
“Are you ready?” He asked, his hand now rolling on a condom that he pulled from a drawer near the couch before he prepared himself at your entrance. Too desperate to use your words, you simply lifted yourself towards him as you looked into his eyes. The command was received and well applied when you felt the stretch of his shaft filling you. Your head tilted back in sweet protest and you wrapped your arms around him as he slowly bottomed out inside you. You heard him moan directly in your ear as he rested his head besides yours, your tightness an absolute danger to his self control as he told himself not to move until you were ready.
You set the pace and let him know your readiness by lifting your hips up and earning a throaty moan from him. Just as soon as he got the green light, he took over the pacing as he answered back with a skillful roll into you, your hands wrapping around him to anchor yourself as the pace slowly quickened.
Your moans quickly filled the room strung along together by a few oh my gods and few choice curses with fuck taking the lead as your favorite.
And fuck indeed you hazily thought as your mind blanked from the pleasure. Delicate and hungry kisses littered your skin and his free hand was back on its insatiable search for the impossible task of feeling all of you at once, only pausing when he felt the sting of your nails in his arm.
Your act pulled a moan from him that paired with the perfection of his rhythm sent shivers across your skin and a knot forming in your stomach.
The speed in which the knot threatened to break was heightened when he gave your clit some much needed attention, his pace increased as he drilled into you as his own high got closer.
Your orgasm crashed into you with a force that left the sting of tears in your eyes. As the intensity of the waves washed over you he continued to chase his own which followed soon after. He didn’t stop until it was impossible to continue and with that he collapsed against you, spent. You could hardly catch your breath as you tried to clear your mind from the post orgasm haze.
After a moment he had the energy to get up and to your dismay, pull out of you. He disposed of the condom before starting the search for his scattered clothes.
“Leaving so soon?” You asked, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.
“Well, I’d love to spend more time with you but I have schedules tomorrow so…” he trailed off as a new thought took over his sentence. “Why? You wanna come home with me?”
He asked the question in a very insouciant way as he buckled his belt but for some reason you felt like he meant it.
“I don’t want to impose…”
Kibum wasn’t sure exactly why he was inviting you, a complete stranger, to his house but he couldn’t help it. Hell, he was still baffled as to why he trusted you so much.
“…but I suppose I can’t think of a reason not to.”
He chuckled. “Maybe because I’m a complete stranger. Maybe because I don’t even know your name.”
“Y/N. Pleasure to meet you.” You joked as you stood and collected your panties and dress off of the floor. You felt his eyes exploring your form greedily as you pulled your clothes back on, your body wiggling to slip back on the dress that now seemed a little suffocating.
“Anyhow,” you said, standing close to him with your hands resting on his chest. “I think I’m a lot scarier than you.”
You used the close proximity to steal a cheeky kiss before turning around and picking up your phone to call a designated driver to take you home.
“Catch you later, pretty boy.” You said, slipping you phone number in his pocket and heading out the door.
I'm practicing this writing style that seems very poetic and hypnotising. It is also inspired by the man himself!
Please give me some feedback on how I could write better! I'd love to hear what you guys have to say! Annoying for me to say this all the time, but please do not harass me at all whatsoever. Writing is a form of a coping mechanism for the events that occurred and isn't supposed to offend anyone. If you don't like my content, just block me. My blog is a ot5 safe space and any sort of vile language or harassing messages over my stories will be blocked.
I see him laying on the floor, looking at the moon in the deep, crisp midnight sky above him. From the look of him, he must've been having a lot of thoughts about where he was and now, at this very moment next to me at the roof of his house.
I was his first girlfriend, and he had never thought that he would ever be with someone as loving and caring as I was. Seeing how he would reminisce about how he used to me, he would continuously think of himself as he was this young and naive little boy, constantly having thoughts that he wasn't good enough and that everything happening now was just an illusion.
Every time he forgets my name, a teardrop falls from my eye and I wouldn't even dare to look at his face when really, his body would spasm out of his consciousness and would tell him that he was still 14.
He never truly believed his age was 25 when I made him look at his ID that was inside of his wallet, making him stand up from his place and reach out from his back pocket to reveal a small leather fabric that his late father gave him. He could see his name, age, date of birth and even when he got his driver's licence. Yet, those cards would grab their legs and run away as his mind starts to play those dirty tricks on him.
He was having a midlife crisis, but he hasn't even used the age of 30. It was the most bizarre thing I've ever witnessed. Traumatic events could be due to his behaviour, but I've never seen it this bad at the point where he would feel like a stranger whenever someone says his name.
Now he's looking back at me, still with his tears in his eyes. He swiftly started panicking, thinking that he was going to lose me. I don't ever want him to feel this way, and so I leaned in for a warm embrace. I felt his arms behind me closing in, making me feel safe. His head was on his shoulder, with teardrops clearly pouring out. I stroked his head and I whispered to his ear that I'll never leave him, no matter what.
"I'm right here, Jonghyun."
I'm so sorry it was a bit sad, but that was all I could come up with lol
A86— “The more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave.”
Warnings: Humour, suggestive, ass grabbing.
W/C: 941.
“Kibum, come on, let’s just go in,” You say, holding onto his hand and trying to pull him up the stairs towards the venue, you and his friends had all pitched in to get the place and organised a birthday party for him, but he was currently having none of it. “Come on, it could be something interning.”
“And what if it’s not?” He asks. “What if we crash someone else’s party?” You were feeling frustrated with him, but you had to get him inside without giving anything away. “What if it’s fans?”
“You won’t know if you don’t come along,” You say, hoping that the tactic would work. “And if it is, we can always have an adventure through the city then, what do you say?” You watch as he places his other hand on his hip to look at you. “Kibum, come on.”
“Okay, okay, no need to get snappy with me,” He says, you could hear the sass in his tone, and you wanted to roll your eyes, but you resist the urge. “Let’s go see what’s happening then,” You smile in victory before guiding him up the stairs and into the doors, it was quiet, but the lights were all on and everything was set up, the bartender was the only person you could see moving. “Well… it’s a dead party.”
“SURPRISE!” Everyone yells as they jump out from their spot, you look at Kibum and see the shock on his face, and an emotion you couldn’t quite place your finger on ringing in his eyes.
“I, oh, whoa, you…” He stutters out, unable to find the right words. “For me?” His hand releases yours to bring both his hands to his chest, a smile begins forming on his lips. “Wait, is this why you’ve been nagging me to get in here?” You nod your head.
“I knew that’s why we waited so long,” Minho says. “I can’t believe you were being stubborn,” He walks towards you both and places his hand on Kibum’s shoulder. “We waited almost an hour for you, we were starting to think you weren’t coming.”
“No, he was being stubborn outside,” You mutter. “But the birthday boy has made it to his party,” You smile up at Kibum, music suddenly starts playing and Kibum was lead into the awaiting crowd while you made your way to a seat to rest your aching feet and legs after struggling to get him inside for almost forty minutes, you smile at some of his friends and greet them, striking up a conversation with some of them as you rest, hours pass, and you had moved away from the table, and you were now standing at the bar drinking a glass of water, it was nearing one in the night and the party hadn’t shown any signs of slowing down, you had only caught glimpses of Kibum through the night, making you happy that he was enjoying himself.
“If I had known you were trying to get me to come to my own party, I wouldn’t have put up such a fight,” Kibum says as he leans over the bar next to you, you chuckle and put the glass down. “I’d have made it easy for you.”
“Oh, would you have?” You ask, a teasing smile on your lips. “But would it have been such a big surprise if I did tell you it was for you?” He looks at you for a moment, his eyes slowly lowering over your form.
“Touché,” He mutters, his eyes continuing to drop down your form. “I was thinking we’d be home early,” You hum and look around the venue. “But right now… the more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave,” You snap your head back to him. “As beautiful as you look tonight,” You feel his hand on your waist and feel him slide it lower, over your thighs and to the inside of your thighs. “I think your clothes would look better on our bedroom floor,” You take his hand and pull it away right before his fingers could slide any higher.
“You want to abandon your party to go home?” You ask, your eyes fluttering slightly, you feel his other hand on your waist before he pulls you closer, his hand slides to your back and slowly over your asscheek before squeezing it.
“I do… so badly right now,” He mutters, his breath hitting your face as he spoke, he leans closer, moving his face to the side of your head. “I want to devour you to end off the celebration of my birth,” You swallow, feeling heat rising up your neck and towards your cheeks. “And I’ve now spoken to everyone here tonight, and now I feel like I need to avert my attention back to you.”
“Kibum…” You whisper, you could feel your insides shifting at his tone of words, his hand almost grips your ass harder, his fingers slipping towards your covered folds, and you feel them graze against them, your eyes fall shut in an instant at the feeling.
“Come on…” He mutters, his lips now brushing against the shell of your ear. “Let’s go home,” You bite the insides of your cheeks, swallowing, your breathing picks up. “Let me thank you for not giving up to get me inside,” It only took a nod from you for him to pull you towards the exit, without giving you a chance to say goodbye to anyone, not that he had said his goodbye either, he was too hastily to get back home to pause and say his farewell.
i did a random drabble on wattpad and i don’t know if i should continue or delete it since not a lot of my followers are shawols
a/n: just to keep in mind, reader is imagined as a black man for- *coughs* obvious reasons- *coughs*
Standing right in front of me are 5 most sexiest men in the world — so much that I could feel my eyes melting like somebody was chopping up onions.
All of which had such sexy butts that wiggles every time they walk — all except one, Jonghyun. Instead, he has gigantic boobies that would be able to feed a whole population of infants. They are also pretty sexy too.
There lays a crying sexy man looking at Jonghyun in hopes he could feed him. He walks over to the elder man and turns his teary eyes into a cutesy pout that would be convincing enough to let him budge.
"Hyung, can I have milk?" He asked Jonghyun. His name is Taemin. He was then lifted up with his tiny body and went on his hip. He walked over to an unoccupied bench in which he pulls out a blanket to cover the both of them before he pulls up his shirt and pulls him close, almost like a warm embrace, allowing Taemin to have access to his nipple.
The younger then closes his eyes and begins sucking on the elder's nipple. The others glances at him out of awe. He had just finished his milk 30 minutes ago and he's still hungry. Minho patted his head, with Jonghyun politely asking him to stop — tucking the blanket even tighter around them.
Taemin loved the feeling of being breastfed by Jonghyun. The warm, fresh milk was much better than that store-bought garbage Key got him. He couldn't even finish a cup due to how horrible it was. Plus, he got to cuddle his hyung and have quality time with him in which he never gets much of. Ever since he had found work, it had seemed as if he didn't want to play with him anymore when he was just tired. After all, you can't blame him since he's just a baby.
Meanwhile, Y/N is confused as to why those sexy men are acting so weird. Since it has got nothing to do with him, he just walked away like nothing has happened.
Onew gives birth to baby Taemin at the hospital — and Jonghyun helps him deliver him (also JJONGTIDDY MILK)
(Btw Onew has female anatomy because it’s just easier and it makes the most sense lmao)
Jinki was strapped in the delivery room surrounded with bunch of doctors alongside with the bright light coming from the room. Jonghyun’s hand held his for comfort and a small but impactful reassurance that he would be there to witness Taemin’s first breath.
He squished him as soon as the contractions hit him. Every minutes, it would so happen to get worse that it was almost unbearable for him.
“Ok Jinki, just take some deep breaths.” A doctor constructed him. There were several of them standing around. One watching him from the first, one on standby, one getting ready to announce the time and the other to note down the birth’s condition to then print it out and turn it into a birth certificate for them to keep.
“You can do it! You have to breathe in and out!” Jonghyun stroked his head with his other hand, massaging it as he felt his hair tickle his palm.
“B-but… I’m scared…” Jinki worriedly replied with a slight tug.
“It will all be done soon, then you’ll be relieved!” Jonghyun encouraged. “Remember, you’re doing this for our little boy!” Jinki smiled and decided to pursue into taking his deep breaths before the doctors constructed to do anything else.
“Jinki, it’s time to start pushing.” The doctors looked at his cervix before giving the thumbs up.
With all his force and energy, Jinki pushes, which almost broke Jonghyun’s hand due to how vigorous this birth was going for him.
Within 2 minutes, the baby finally came out. The umbilical cord was cut right off before the doctors placed the lightly wrapped baby on his chest.
“Here is Taemin! He weights 6 pounds and 1oz.” The doctor announced, smiling at the newly parents.
“Hello Taemin!” Jinki became teary eyed over the emotional bond between his new son and how he was finally a father after all these months. Within few minutes, he passed him on to Jonghyun to hold when he suddenly started crying.
“What happened?” He spoked to Taemin. He noticed that he could possibly be hungry since, he literally haven’t ate in his life. With his own instincts, he pulled up his shirt so he could breastfeed him. Almost immediately, he stopped crying. Onew being overjoyed with this interaction that he decided to take a picture of them together so he would never forget it.
Request: @allofmyfeelsicanteven Hello I would love to submit a request since you opened them! I don’t have anything in particular in mind but Taemin centric and maybe involving his cat? I love cats and kkoong is too cute. Maybe something simple and every day quiet kind of thing? Idk, take the idea and run with it, or jog, whichever lol
A/N: It’s very short but I hope you like it!
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Strands of gray and white fur lofted through the air as if on invisible strings. Occasionally, one would drift near your nose, tickling the skin and threatening a sneeze. But your fingers still sailed over the soft surface, too addicted to the feeling to stop.
Kkoong’s gentle purrs reverberated through your thighs. You smiled despite the fact that you were thirst and your legs were asleep. There was no moving from this spot, no disturbing of the content creature in your lap. There were things you should have been doing instead, but they didn’t feel as important. They could be saved until later. In the background, the TV hummed softly, the laughs of the variety show merely a low melody that had become too repetitive to really pay attention to the voices.
The front door of the apartment clicked open. Kkoong’s ears perked up, but didn’t move beyond any other lazy muscle. A tired and still slightly damp Taemin walked in. He’d been so tired that he hadn’t even bothered to put on the house slippers after removing his scuffed and well worn tennis shoes just inside the hallway.
“Hey,” you greeted, fingers still scratching between Kkoong’s ears.
He greeted you back with a squishy smile and a head nod. When he reached down to say hello to his newest pet, the feisty cat swatted the different hand away.
You giggled at Taemin’s growing pout. Leaning down, you whispered, “Good kitty.”
Taking the spot next to you on the couch, Taemin tried again and - again - Kkoong swatted at him. He gaped at you. “What did you do to her?”
Now thinking she wouldn’t be bothered, Kkoong settled back in your lap contently. Her tail curled around so it flickered near her closed eyes. You scratched the space near her chin. “What do you mean?”
“Why does she like you more than me now?”
You smiled cheekily. “She’s always liked me more.”
As if to confirm this, Kkoong gave a loud, happy purr. Taemin’s jaw went slack. Looking to you, he said, “You’re not allowed to come over anymore.”
“Oh, really?” Your eyebrows lifted high on your forehead. Then you challenged his declaration. “Okay, then. I was going to make dinner since you’d been at practice all day, but if you don’t want me here, then I’ll leave you to it. Just make sure that you remember to turn the stove off this time.” Standing up, you put a perturbed Kkoong on a surprised Taemin’s lap. He flinched at the cat’s outspread claws digging through his jeans.
“Wait!” Taemin grabbed your hand and pulled you back onto the couch, trapping you with his arms around your waist. Taemin stuck out his bottom lip in a way you had a hard time resisting. A smile twitched in the corners of your mouth. “Don’t go,” he whined. Was this man really one of the most popular entertainers in the country?
You laughed. There was no serious intention of leaving. He’d had a long day and the exhaustion was evident in his eyes. “You know she likes us both, right?”
That seemed to satisfy him. “Alright, she likes us both.”
Kkoong jumped up off of Taemin’s lap and climbed up to sit on the back of the couch, settling in a spot between your heads, tail swinging freely and tapping against your shoulder. You snuggled in closer to Taemin with a smile and a sigh. Then you sniffed.
