Characters/Pairings: Minho, Reader, Minho x Reader
Content: Smut, dubcon, hair pulling, oral (male receiving). Just a very short drabble because Minho’s arms have had me feeling some sort of way during Hard era
Word Count: 409
A hand on the back of your head would normally be reassuring, comforting; a gentle reminder that you were safe and loved and being held by someone that cared for you.
The hand on the back of your head at this moment was neither reassuring nor comforting. It was a threat. A promise of more to come, and a constant reminder that you were not in control, that what you wanted didn't matter here.
Almost as soon as your lips had touched the head of his cock, his hand was pulling you closer, forcing you to take his length into your mouth. He was hard and heavy against your tongue, the warm tang of pre-come making your stomach turn and your cunt twitch at the same time. You brought your hands to his thighs to try and stop him forcing himself further into your mouth, you felt the muscles in his thighs tense, but he just pushed harder on the back of your head to get you to swallow more.
He was past your tongue now, his head filling your throat. It was getting harder to breathe, even through your nose. An attempt at swallowing a breath around his cock just led to you choking. For a second he let go of you, allowing you to gulp down some air. With tears in your eyes you begged him to stop, to at least give you a few more seconds, but he wasn’t known for being charitable and very quickly buried himself to the hilt again.
He ran his fingers through your hair and grabbed a handful, tugging harshly, then pulling you back down his swollen cock. He was working you at a fast pace, leaving you coughing and spluttering, spit spilling from your lips. His grip tightened in your hair, sending a sharp pain through your scalp and you threw your hand up to reach for his. To try and get him to stop. You only managed to grab onto his forearm, clawing helplessly at him, squeezing as hard as you could. He didn’t stop though, he didn’t even relax or slow down, you could feel his muscles flexing and the veins is his arm throbbing as he fucked your throat raw. You looked up at him again, pleading for him to finish, but he only looked down at you and smirked. A sick little smile that meant he knew you were his to do with as he pleased.
for our lovely, smiley tiger’s birthday! thank you for sharing your talent and personality with all of us... your smile makes my day brighter.
There are some days in which you can’t help but sigh and throw away your adult responsibilities to admire beauty in life. On most days, that beauty is your idol boyfriend.
“Stare at me any longer and I’ll smother you with kisses,” your boyfriend retorted affably from the bedroom of your apartment. He was surrounded by piles of clothing ranging from shirts to sweatpants, with a laid out suitcase in front of him.
You were leaning against the doorframe, a mug of hot tea warm in your hands and a discontent look on your face.
“Maybe you should, then you won’t have to leave,” you mumbled, dipping your head down to take a cautious sip at your drink.
Soonyoung huffed, a short breath of exasperated air leaving his lips as he tried to shove another shirt into his suitcase. He sat back on his calves, body turning to face you. Soonyoung’s lips cracked into a grin at the pout evident on your face, and slowly stood up to stretch out his legs. He spread his arms wide to encompass you, squeezing you slightly to evoke a small gasp from you.
You pushed him away, just as he was pulling back. “Soons, the tea is hot, I don’t want you to get burned.”
You looked down at your house slippers in embarrassment, suddenly feeling a lot warmer than before. As you glanced sorrowfully at the bulging suitcase, an impending feeling of dread rose in your body.
“Soonyoung.”
Soonyoung turned around innocently to face you straight in the eye. Clumsily falling onto a pile of clothes, he cursed, “Jesus, Y/N-”
“When you come back, I want a date. A picnic date.”
You squatted by the suitcase, unmoving with your hands clasped around the cup, and a stone serious facial expression.
Soonyoung stared at you, until suddenly, he let out a chuckle of laughter, holding his chest from the sudden adrenaline rush. “Jeez, Y/N, you didn’t have to scare the life outta me like that. Of course I’ll take you out after tour.”
A smile spread across your face as you held out your pinky. “Promise?”
Soonyoung’s heartbeat skipped at your cute gesture, his thoughts running wild and heart pounding steadily. He beamed at you, locking your pinkies firmly together.
the day had been a schedule of non-stop activities, the seven of them finding the interior of the vans driving them around the city the only constant when it came to their check list of interviews that had been set up for their day in new york. jaebeom had hoped that there would be some time in between the madness for them all to check out the city on their own and do some of the things they personally had mentioned wanting to do; but his hopes had been squashed under the demanding foot of media coverage and attention.
not that jaebeom was complaining because he wasn’t; it was just a lot at times.
the silence hummed around them as they stood in the hotel elevator, watching the numbers dial up until it brought them to their floor. jackson was still talking animatedly about the electronic billboard they were on out in times square, the others going along with the conversation casually with easy laughter spilling between them. jaebeom’s eyes can’t help but find one member in specific, though, his silence something that had been nagging in the back of his mind since they landed in the big city.
youngjae’s eyes were focused on his phone, lips pressed in their natural pout and face void of anything that could be perceived as upset. he seemed fine — but jaebeom knew better than that. so he waits until they’re in their shared hotel room and youngjae’s flopped down onto the bed with a sigh, mumbling something about who should shower first to voice it.
“what’s the matter?” jaebeom asks instead of supplying an answer to youngjae’s question, causing the other to pause and finally look over at him and away from his phone screen.
“what do you mean?” youngjae asks with a frown, but there’s a hesitance in his voice that jaebeom catches.
“you’ve always been good about hiding when you’re upset, but not from me. i can tell something has been bothering you all day. do you want to talk about it?” jaebeom makes sure to leave it open-ended, giving youngjae the option on whether he wants to open up about this or not.
youngjae watches him for a moment, face blank but his bottom lip is suddenly caught between his teeth, another giveaway to something being wrong. jaebeom’s natural instinct is to take care of youngjae and help him. he wants to fix whatever problem the other is having. he can only do so much, though, if he doesn’t know what the issue is.
“it’s dumb,” youngjae finally mumbles out, pursing his lips and shaking his head. “you’ll think i’m being immature.”
jaebeom quirks a brow and moves to take a seat on the bed besides him. “try me,” he answers in a light tone, waiting patiently for youngjae to explain.
a heavy sigh leaves youngjae’s lips as he pushes himself up, resting back on his elbows and tossing his phone to the side. “i just... was really excited to come back here, is all, and it sucks that i might not be able to experience it again the way i wanted to,” youngjae says slowly. “i know that this is different. when i came here the first time i was on my own and had my own schedule, and now i’m with the group so i shouldn’t expect anything and i’m putting the group first no matter what. i’m really trying not to complain about anything. i guess i’m just a little bummed that there isn’t much free time to do our own thing this time around. it’s not like we can casually come to new york whenever we want, y’know?”
jaebeom nods his head slowly, understanding youngjae’s feelings and sympathizing with them himself, too. he had wanted to see more of the city as well, but they were on a tour and their north american portion was extremely busy, so they all should of known there wouldn’t be much time for personal pleasures.
jaebeom is so lost in his own head and thoughts for that moment that he misses the look of guilt that suddenly crosses youngjae’s face at the lack of a response, and he only snaps out of it when youngjae sits up fully and runs his fingers through his hair out of nervous habit. “like i said, it’s really, really dumb. it’s not like i even wanted to do a whole lot. there was just a few places i wanted to go to and s—”
and it seems that jaebeom’s brain to mouth function decides right then to stop working, because the next thing he knows he’s opening his mouth and talking before he can even fully comprehend his own thoughts.
“let’s go see them then,” jaebeom cuts him off.
youngjae blinks at him, face falling into one of confusion. they both look a little put off by jaebeom’s words.
“we don’t have any time, hyung... the concert is tomorrow,” youngjae explains slowly with a shake of his head.
“we can go now,” jaebeom continues, at this point accepting the split decision on his part and quickly coming up with a plan in his head. maybe it’s his own personal desire to get out and see the city as well. maybe he just didn’t know how to not try and fix any problem that’s presented before him in an attempt to make his members happy. or maybe it’s got something to do with the look of disappointment that had been creeping onto youngjae’s features as he tried to excuse his feelings, and that jaebeom was also potentially jumping on the opportunity to have an excuse to spend some alone time with youngjae.
...yeah, maybe it was a little mix of all of things.
whatever the reason, jaebeom couldn’t go back on his words now. youngjae seems a little more interested, perking up the slightest but still watching him warily.
“hyung, we could get in a lot of trouble if they find out we left,” youngjae says, trying to be a clear voice of reason.
jaebeom decides he’ll blame the lack of sleep and exhaustion from the day for all of this.
“i guess we’re gonna have to make sure they don’t find out then, aren’t we?” jaebeom says with a grin, shrugging his shoulders and moving off the bed to slip out of the nice attire of clothes he had been wearing for the interviews. he finds a more casual outfit, slipping on a hat to help hide away his features more. it was nearing nine in the evening and the sun was set. it was officially night time in the city so the dark would only be an advantage for them not getting noticed.
“you’ve officially lost your mind!” youngjae suddenly laughs from where he’s still laying on the bed, having not taken his eyes off jaebeom even as he changed, but there’s a twinkle in them that tells jaebeom that he’s certainly winning him over.
“c’mon,” jaebeom urges, grabbing one of the other hats he brought and tossing it youngjae’s way, smile stretching across his face. “it’s now or never.”
jaebeom moves back towards the bed when he sees youngjae hesitate, stopping in front of where his legs are dangling off the edge of the mattress. he reaches out and offers youngjae his hand, open and ready to whisk him out of the hotel room to make a grand escape for a night out in the city. “sneak out with me, youngjae-ah,” jaebeom says in a light, playful voice, but there’s sincerity laced in his words. “i want to see all the places you wanted to go to. show me them.”
youngjae swallows as he stares at the hand in front of him, blinking rapidly for a second before slowly looking back up at jaebeom, as if double-checking for something. whatever he sees seems to be enough to convince him, and jaebeom can’t help but smile more when he feels the warmth of youngjae’s hand suddenly envelope his own, fingers curling around his and tightening.
“okay,” youngjae breathes out after the silence had lingered, a smile beginning to take over his face. excitement bubbles up between the two of them immediately. youngjae moves to get off the bed, allowing jaebeom to pull him up and they teeter in front of each other for a moment, the sudden close proximity having not been anticipated. jaebeom can feel the soft brush of youngjae’s breathy laughter on his face as he pushes him back to change his own clothes.
that laughter stays like an echo as the hours tick by.
jaebeom hears it when they’re sneaking out their room and taking the stairs to avoid the elevator, their hurried whispers filling the small space.
jaebeom hears it as they successfully escape and run through empty streets.
he hears it as they create their own adventure in the middle of the night unbeknownst to anyone but themselves, taking pictures and letting their worries fade away just for that short amount of time.
and he hears it, muffled and pressed against his neck, when they’re sneaking back into their hotel room high off giddy adrenaline around three in the morning, youngjae’s arms around him and face brighter than he’s seen it in awhile. seeing youngjae like this makes the risk of it all much more bearable, jaebeom thinks. youngjae leans back and looks up at him when they finally shut the door behind them and lock it, staring at him for a second before uttering a quiet “thank you, hyung” and giving him a look that jaebeom’s only seen from time to time—the look that makes something in his chest surge, makes him fluster and feel something that the two of them still don’t quite know what to call nor have they acknowledged it, yet.
it’s not until right then in that moment that jaebeom convinces himself that whatever happens after this, whether management finds out or not, it was all completely worth it if it meant making youngjae that happy. he smiles at the other.
“anytime.”
For someone who doesn't own a penis, I find myself saying "God I want to shove my cock down his throat," an awful lot when looking at certain pictures of Taemin. Strap-ons really are a godsend.
Anyway, smutty drabble/thoughts below:
The visuals though. Those lips, so pink, so supple, so pillowy, stretched around a nice thick cock. Slicked up with spit spilling out over his tongue, making his lips and chin glisten like a waterfall.
The performer in him would have him working so hard to take as many inches as he could, head sliding up and down the length with as much passion as he puts into dancing. Albeit with more choking. A considerable amount of choking and spluttering when it starts to get too much for him: too hard to breathe through his nose, too much drool pooling in his mouth, too much of a sting in the back of his throat.
The poor boy would gaze up at you, pleading. Begging with those doe eyes of his. His cheeks reddened with tears. The choice would be yours, either let him off easy and give him time to recover, or take control and force him to take it all.
If it’s late and you’re both tired, he’s just a grabby-hands little snugglebug. Will grab onto you, pull you in close, and not let you go.
If there’s still plenty of the day ahead then he’s going to (just about) manage to drag himself away from you to make coffee and run the bath. That’s his aftercare, hugs, a hot drink, and a hot bath. Just ignore that the “relaxing” hot bath might just lead down the same sexy path as before.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Listen, we all know that Taemin loves his lips, and his legs... and his ass. Guy shows them off at any given opportunity. Overall I'm hedging my bets on his favourite being his lips, he spends so much time playing with them.
As for his favourite part of his partner? I'm going to say the same again: the lips. I'm fully convinced that there's a bit of an oral fixation going on with him.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
There's a bit of duality here... when it comes (lol) to Taemin coming on, or in, his partner, he prefers the creampie option. It's not enough of a preference to push it over the line into kink or fetish territory, but I could see him hesitating to come on his partner's face/back/chest/etc.
However, when Taemin's the one taking a load, he wants to be soiled, to be tainted, to be stained by it. He wants his perfect skin to be dirtied. He wants to be marked by his partner. Doesn't matter if it's over his face and lips, up his back, dripping down over his ass cheeks, he just wants to look like a cheap whore.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He wants a big jock to take him in the changing room after a long workout. Not really a dirty secret, is it?
Here’s the dirty part: he wants to be used like a filthy little pig. He wants to be bred, then forced to swallow the cum that drips out of his ass. He wants to have his face shoved into those sweaty, hairy jock pits. He wants to be manhandled into licking the sweat off the guy’s balls. He wants to be pissed on. He wants to be degraded and called a disgusting cockslut.
And after all that, he wants to be thrown aside and left there, unsatisfied, untouched, his cock leaking onto the floor.
(Please don't ask what demons I was fighting when I wrote this, I don't know)
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I don’t think the experience was there when he came out with Ace, not to the level that some folk would imagine anyway, but it’s certainly caught up now.
Plenty of experience and a good variety too. He’s had time to experiment and explore, so he knows what he likes and how to please his partners, but there’s still plenty more he wants to try.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
When both giving and receiving: Up. Against. The. Wall.
The number of times he’s spoken about Kabedon in interviews (and also included it in a JP choreo), this has to be the only correct answer.
He’s got a surprising amount of upper-body strength, so lifting his partner and fucking them against a wall would be no issue for him. If his partner’s smaller though, he’s going to go out shopping for a shallow side table so they can perch his ass on that while still having his back against the wall and their hands under his thighs as they fuck him.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Definitely leaning more towards being serious in the moment. Whether that be sensually making love, being dominant and rough, or submitting to a partner. I can’t see him taking anything lightly, his demeanour/attitude would match the situation.
Foreplay might be a bit more light-hearted though, and moments where he's making some kind of romantic gesture. I doubt he could take himself too seriously there, but once things start to get heated he's going to have his head in the game.
That being said, the man is clumsy as fuck. It’s almost guaranteed that, at least once in a blue moon, he’ll end up causing a giggle fit by knocking over a candle or tripping over his own feet trying to get into a harness or some daft shit.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He’s naturally quite light on body hair so there’s no happy trail to follow but he’s got a nice patch of hair down there. Keeps it neat, it’s never going to get bushy, but there’s certainly a good bit to tickle your nose on.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Insatiable. In many ways. Whether it's just in chasing his own high, in worshipping the body of his lover, in pushing limits, he just never has enough.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
There's nothing fancy going on when he gets himself off, he just keeps it simple.
Phone out, pulls up whatever porn takes his fancy at that moment, probably gets hard before unzipping/slipping down whatever trousers he's wearing. After all, the man's a known free-baller, so palming his cock through the fabric will give him enough friction to get stiff.
Eventually though, he'll get his dick out and jack off. Don't expect his clothes to come off though. At the most, he's going to hike up his top a little if he doesn't feel like getting messy. Most of the time there'll probably be some cum stains to get out of his clothes though.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
"Or more..." christ, we'd be here all day.
I mean, let’s be real here, even just within his performances and music videos he’s shown a liking for submission, domination, bondage, sensory deprivation, and choking/breath play. A lot of stuff in his work also seems rather voyeuristic (with him on the receiving end/being the victim, so to speak), so we’re as well adding that into the list as well. Lee Taemin, a voyeurs wet dream.
Seeing as it’s singled out, I’ll focus on that. I’m not sure he’d be going as far as being an exhibitionist, where he’d be knowingly performing sexually in front of others. I think it would be more of an almost consenual non-consent situation, eg. he’d let a partner know that he wants to be watched, and will give plenty of opportunity for them to do so (leaving doors open/unlocked, curtains open, forgetting to end a video call, etc.), but he wants it to be... unknown. He doesn’t want to know that someone is watching, he just gets off on knowing that someone could be watching, and if he so happens to catch a glimpse of his partner peering in the door surreptitiously then he’ll just keep going for them.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
As much as he enjoys risky quickies in dressing rooms or recording booths, he really loves luxury.
The ideal would be a high-end hotel suite. It gives him options as well: on the softest bed with the most exquisite sheets, up against the wall in a granite-lined shower, in the heated terrace pool overlooking whatever city he was touring in, bent over the balcony where anyone could see you.
It covers everything, even the semi-public desire.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Touch, touch, touch.
Touching his partner, his partner touching him. Not necessarily anything inherently sexual, but gentle and playful touches, maybe even done absentmindedly. After a few minutes he'll start to feel the heat and make a move to turn things to sin.
Just feeling his partner's body in his hands can start to drive him wild. He's definitely a man who could spend time devoted to worshipping his partner's body, or have his partner worship his.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Bloodplay, in certain ways.
Blood itself wouldn't be the no-go/turn-off, he would probably relish seeing a pearl of red on his partner if they'd been whipped or caned, or nails or teeth had dug a bit deep, etc. That sort of thing would be a turn-on.
The turn-off, I believe, would be in bloodplay where the sole focus was on drawing blood. Using scalpels, razors, or needles to draw blood would be a definite no-go for him, and by extension medical play would probably be a limit for him as well, soft or hard depending on what was on the table.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Prefers giving by a mile. He knows he has a pornstar mouth and he’s determined to put it to good use.
He doesn’t care what piece of kit he’s working with, he’ll suck it or fuck it with his mouth and tongue as needed. Will gladly keep going until he’s told to stop, even after his jaw starts to ache. He’s not faint of heart either. Get him to lay down and hang his head over the edge of the bed for a nice, deep throatfuck. He’ll thank you later... once he can talk again.
When it comes to receiving, he’s still not going to say no, though I imagine he prefers a little bit extra and not just a plain old blowjob. Maybe add in a vibrating cock ring or butt plug. If there’s no toys around, at the very least give his hole and taint some attention. After all, oral isn’t all about using your mouth, you’ve got two hands as well so you best bloody use them.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Both in equal measure, even if that sounds like a cop-out.
Sometimes people want gentle, loving, sensual sex, and sometimes people want a rough fuck. Taemin would be no different. Whichever pace he chose would always be smooth as silk though, the man knows how to use every muscle in that stunning body of his.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Loves them.
Rushing to leave the house for a schedule? He'll take the opportunity to fuck you against the door before he goes.
Waiting for rehearsals? He'll take you fast in the venue's storeroom.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He’s all for some risk and it ties in well with his love of quickies.
Quickies means no time to prepare, which means the location won't be ideal, and it'll likely be somewhere that other people could theoretically stumble across. So he's down for some risk. Fuck, he probably gets off on the thought of being caught.
Naturally, he's always down to experiment with kinks and toys that are new to him as well.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Listen, the man can physically dance his tiny little ass off for 3 hours straight and still be standing at the end of it. He isn't going to be phased.
Even if he comes, he's not going to call it quits right away. He'll be happy to find other ways to please you, or be pleased by you, until he's hard again. He's a sucker for punishment, so I could see him being one of those rare men who could keep it up through multiple orgasms and be milked dry if the right techniques were used.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
God yes, although they're more for use on a partner or by a partner. I can't see him being one to use toys on himself particularly much unless he's been told to by a dom/me.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
In love as he is in life, he’s a nightmare of a tease.
If you want to come and he's in control, it won't happen. If you've already come and want to stop, but he's in control, then he's going to overstimulate you until you come again and again.
He'll hold his dick out of reach of your mouth if you're on your knees to blow him, making you pout and beg and reach for it like a puppy after it's favourite treat. All with that dumb, playful, shit-eating grin on his face.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Have you listened to any number of his songs? Yes? Then there you go, you know how he sounds.
Bonus points if you suffered through Final Life because, congrats! You now know how he sounds, and how he looks, when he's taking some good dick.
Jokes aside though, he's fairly loud. His moans are angelic (Satan was an angel after all), he'll whine, he'll swear, he'll probably renounce his faith and entrust his soul to Abraxas if you fuck him well enough.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
I feel like I've pulled out a random headcanon or two already 😅
How about some rapid-fire phrases that paint a picture...
Catholic guilt, flagellation, masochism, worship, idolatry. He will worship at the altar that is you.
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Fuck it, this came to me in the middle of the night:
Taemin is humble, but he also has 2 things that are important to this next little headcanon: a narcissistic streak and a possessive streak.
So, on to the headcanon...
Taemin wants to fuck his juniors (hoobaes/dongsaengs/whatever you want to call them). Any idol below him in the hierarchy of debut dates and Korean ages who idolises him, he wants as his own. All his fanboys and fangirls in the industry.
(I hate to have to explicitly state this, but some people are so dense that it needs to be clarified: legal only, obviously.)
Ideally he'll take them in their own bed, especially if they're still in a dorm/shared house, as difficult as it may be to find time when the rest of the group are out. So if that's not possible, he'll have them in his, and he'll make sure they're left spent and filled no matter where he fucks them.
He won't be gentle or loving, he'll get them on their hands and knees and pound them doggy style until he's satisfied.
There's something primal about it. The desire to own them, mark them as his, and doing it somewhere that is meant to be their private space would add fuel to the fire.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He’s no Ron Jeremy, but he’s got an above-average package. Picture a thick 6/6.5 inches when hard, probably about the same in girth. Still a nice size when he’s soft, maybe about 4 inches, he really does have an attractive dick.
Oh, he’s also uncut. Yes I am aware that South Korea has a horrifically high rate of circumcision thanks to the US of A, but I’m determined that it’s the one saving grace of being a Catholic. Catholicism is not keen on it. So sue me, I headcanon Taemin having a nice natural cock.
A nsfw visual for those who want it
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
High enough that random sexting in the middle of the working day wouldn't be particularly unheard of. If he was the one working then no, you'd be safe. But if he didn't have any schedules and was just relaxing at home? Safe to expect a sultry selfie followed by pictures of himself in the mirror, shirtless, his hand down his trousers, a short video, some audio clips of him moaning. You get the gist.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Unless he's just been put through the wringer in a submissive role then he's going to wait for his partner to fall asleep first before he drifts off.
If he has just been dommed to within an inch of his life though, he's going to be out like a light the second that the aftercare starts to hit.
Characters/Pairings: Taemin, Reader / Taemin x Reader
Content: Pegging, mild exhibitionism, light kink. Male submission/femdom. Due to later (planned) chapters, Reader uses she/her pronouns and has breasts and a vagina. 18+ only.
Word Count: 2325
You sat the strap down on the desk just at the edge of Taemin's vision and walked over to him, placing one hand gently on the small of his back. He had started to get hard, clearly turned on by the thought of being seen, something you'd keep in mind.
You let out a quiet sigh as you collected yourself. The nerves had crept up on you unexpectedly as you prepared your apartment for tonight's client. It had been years since you had felt this way before a session; a little on edge, tapping your fingers against your desk, foot bouncing to a silent song in your head. Of course you knew that you shouldn't feel this way, after all, a significant portion of your clients were very attractive, successful people in the entertainment industry, but this one had got to you. You reminded yourself however, that in this situation you were the one in a position of power, you were the teacher. That is how you brought your nerves under control.
The buzzer for your intercom went off at five to six.
A visibly nervous Taemin entered your fourth floor apartment. Unlike some of your other clients he had managed to follow at least one of your instructions: he was wearing a comfortable pair of blue jeans and a loose black top. After you greeted each other you spent the next 15 minutes or so on the sofa going over the basics: proof that you were both clean, letting him know about the CCTV both out-and-inside of the apartment (for everyone’s security, deleted nightly unless a client wants it saved), the basic tenets of “safe, sane, and consensual”, signing off some paperwork. Then the most important question.
“Did you decide on a safeword?”
“Daegu,” Taemin replied, surprisingly sure of himself.
“Good,” you said, scribbling his safeword in your notebook, “for future reference mine is ‘Boston’.” You smiled gently across at him, “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you tonight.”
With your client appearing more comfortable you decided it was time to properly start the first session. He watched you as you stood up, placing your notebook on the desk across the room and taking a seat again in a stylish office chair, legs crossed, your eyes settling on him. The distance between you changed the atmosphere in the room.
“Up,” you commanded.
Taemin stood up without hesitation and you gave him little time to think, before asking him to take his place in the centre of the room, facing towards the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over Seoul. He was too far back from the window to be seen, or to see the streets below, but you wanted to make him aware of what the evening may hold. After a few seconds you got up and made your way over to Taemin, loving the way his eyes followed you, anticipating what you would do. You circled around him once, slowly, looking him up and down as you went.
“Top off, Taemin.”
He pulled it over his head which revealed a burning heart tattoo on his forearm and what looked like a floral piece on his hip, pretty decorations for his immensely attractive physique. Bulkier and less defined than his Danger days, but a perfectly toned dancer’s body.
A gentle tug on the waist of his jeans, “And these.” Off they came, along with his boxers, thrown towards the sofa.
You stood back a bit to admire his body for a moment, taking in the soft definition of muscles beneath his smooth skin. As your eyes travelled lower you noted that Taemin was a bit of a shower, nothing pornstar-worthy, but a good few inches for you to play with. Part of you hoped he was a bit of a grower too.
Visual inspection over, it was time to get ready.
"I'm just going to grab some things I need for this session, wait for me by the window, Taemin."
As you made your way to the hall leading to the other rooms, you could sense that Taemin wasn't quite doing what he had been told. Popping your head round the corner you could see him closer to the window but still far enough away to be hidden.
In a more demanding tone this time, "Closer Taemin-ah, I want to show you off."
He obeyed, moving so that he was little more than a few inches from the glass. Heading back down the hall to gather your things you wondered if Taemin had seen the tinted glass in your apartment before he came up, the kind that affords the occupants privacy while still allowing the outside to be seen. Judging by his hesitation to be right at the window, you assumed he hadn't noticed it. All the better for his fantasy.
Returning to the living room with your strap-on and lube, you reminded Taemin to use his safe word if he needed to stop, or 'yellow' if he was getting close to his limit. After a nod of affirmation from him, things got started.
You sat the strap down on the desk just at the edge of Taemin's vision, picked up the lube that was sitting there, and walked over to him, placing one hand gently on the small of his back. He had started to get hard, clearly turned on by the thought of being seen, something you'd keep in mind.
"Lean forward, brace yourself against the window."
He did so, arms steadying him against the glass, the position making his back arch ever so slightly to showcase his ass. A sharp breath left him as you let cold, silky lube drip down from the bottle to the cleft of his ass, gradually making it's way between his cheeks and over his hole. You squeezed some more onto your fingers and set the bottle down.
"Have you been penetrated before, Taemin?" You asked, letting your fingers explore.
Clearing his throat, he answered, "Yes."
That was the answer you wanted to hear, it made things so much easier. You continued talking to Taemin as you slid two of your fingers up and down the velvety trail of his ass.
"You like the idea of being watched then, Taemin," you said ambiguously, somewhere between a statement and a question.
"I don't-" Taemin tried to choke out a response just as you pressed a finger past his tight, slick hole.
"I left you alone, naked and soft, in front of a window for a few minutes and came back to you nursing a semi. What else could have caused that, Taemin?"
You moved your finger in and out, working his body open slowly. After a moment you added a second, speeding up slightly, twisting your wrist and spreading your fingers out to loosen the man up for your strap. Taemin was starting to enjoy himself, soft hums of contentment bouncing off the window pane. Before Taemin had a chance to speak, you continued provoking him, "All of those people down there, any one of them could look up right now and see you on display... and you love that, don't you?" He moaned as you took his stiff cock in your free hand and jerked roughly up his shaft.
"Yes..." he trailed off, whining when your fingers rubbed against his prostate for a second.
"Good boy," you scoffed, loosening your grip on his cock, "honesty suits you far better than trying to be coy."
You removed your fingers and left Taemin to put on your strap.
It was a simple thing, looking almost identical to a jockstrap but with the addition of some buckles and an o-ring at the front, and the sleek black dildo you had put in it. For the first session you erred on the side of caution and chose a slimmer one, nothing big or fancy or ribbed for his pleasure, just the basics.
The fabric tightened on your hips and thighs as you adjusted the buckles to size, securing the harness. You definitely did not want a loose harness to make you slip up during your first session, especially after feeling so nervous earlier in the day.
Taemin glanced round as you walked back over to him and his eyes widened when they drifted lower on your body, noticing the toy that was going to be used on him. It was quite common, in your experience, for men to act like this the first time they were pegged. Most of the time it wasn’t the penetration itself or the size of the toy that made them nervous, after all, the majority had at the very least experimented with toys themselves. It was the power exchange that set them off, the thought of being taken by a woman. Subversion of society's standards of who should be the giver and the taker.
Once you reached him his head was bowed.
Nervously, Taemin let out a breath as you placed a hand on his hip, lining up to enter him. With one hand around the head of the toy, you pushed gently against his hole, letting it stretch a little around the silicone, then pulling back before pushing in again, this time getting past the resistance. Taemin choked out a quiet moan when his rim popped around the head of the toy as it entered him.
You didn't give him much time to get used to the feeling, slowly pushing further into him, pulling out to the head and sliding back in. A steady pace had been set, one that was matched by a steady stream of satisfied noises coming from your sub after a few minutes of being fucked.
You let your hands wander over his skin; up his wide back, down over his ribs and round to chest, one hand stopping to play with one of his nipples, tweaking it between your fingers, while the other continued down his stomach, resting just above his cock. You didn't want to spoil him with too much stimulation, so you left his dick untouched but gently caressed close enough to tease.
Whimpering, Taemin begged, “Please, faster... harder, I need more."
As tempting as his plea was, you kept rolling your hips into him lazily and slid your hand up over his stomach, away from where he wanted it most.
"Argh, fuck!" he growled desperately, "Touch me. Please!"
You'd toyed with him enough with the slow pace so you picked it up, grabbing his hips in both hands to slam into him hard and fast, the sound of slapping skin and lube filling the room alongside Taemin's deep groans.
Between breaths you spat out a response to his needy outburst, "You'll come from my strap alone or you'll not come at all, Taemin."
Taking your hands off his hips for a minute, you spread his ass to watch as you kept thrusting into him. He took the strap so well and you looked forward to seeing just how much he could take. You let go and gave his ass a slap before slowing down again, rolling your hips to aim for his prostate as you started taunting him.
"One of your fans could be walking past right now, wondering what their little Taeminnie is doing, but if they just looked up they'd know exactly what you were up to."
The words were getting to him, his breathing becoming erratic and heavy, his moans merging into one. You kept pushing, thrusting deep and hard again, wanting to see and hear him fall apart.
"What a beautiful sight you'd be for them. Skin flushed and glistening, your leaking cock smearing pre-cum on the window, ass filled and a face painted with fucked-out bliss."
The moans were almost constant as you thrust into him hard and fast, building in volume, speed, and pitch before ending in a breathy, wanton crescendo as he came untouched, white streaking across the glass. You held his hips, slowing your pace but continuing to fuck him through his orgasm.
Moans had faded to breathlessness, his cock dripped the last of his cum onto the floor, and you massaged up his back with one hand as you gently pulled out from him.
"God," you said, breathless, "you took that so well Taemin." You undid the straps around your thighs, set the toy down over on your desk, and headed down the hall to grab a couple of damp cloths. Taemin was a picture of embarrassment when you returned, standing with his back to the window.
"Uhh, I..." he started, eye contact all but impossible, "I'm sorry about the mess." His eyes briefly darted to the cum-covered window and floor.
"If I didn't want you to come on my window, believe me, I wouldn't have let you." You handed Taemin the cloth and let him clean himself up while you sorted the rest. You told him what to do as you finished up, "Lie yourself down on the sofa, just on your front."
Taemin did as you asked, albeit looking a little puzzled as you disappeared down the hall. When you returned, you had a tub of body butter with you.
You perched on the edge of the sofa by Taemin's thighs and spun the lid off the tub, letting the delicate scent of coconut float through the room. Taking a small scoop from it, you started slowly and gently massaging it into Taemin's skin, soothing the redness left by your grip and thrusts earlier. His eyes had drifted shut, lying with his head on his arms.
You worked the balm over his hips, across the small of his back, and over his ass and thighs.
"Did you enjoy yourself Taemin?" you asked gently.
"Mhmm," he replied, no more than a murmur.
"Was there anything you didn't like?"
His response was muffled by his arm but you managed to make out, "I loved it all."
"Good, I'm glad," you said with a smile.
You gave his backside a gentle pat, got up from the sofa and asked him to get dressed. After checking that he hadn't left anything behind, having heard about his reputation for losing his phone, you sent him on his way, telling him that you'd get in touch soon to arrange the next session
Characters/Pairings: Taemin, Reader / Taemin x Reader
Content: Impact play, nipple play, pegs & clamps, a lot of fucking drooling. Due to later (planned) chapters, Reader uses she/her pronouns and has breasts and a vagina. 18+ only.
Word Count: 1182
“Tongue out,” you ordered. He obeyed, eager to please, as you produced one of the pegs you had held behind your back and held it up for him to see. His eyes widened, his lips curled up in a smile as much as his open mouth would let them, and he puffed his chest out with his hands behind his back, desperate to be used.
The sound of leather cracking against his skin turned you on. The gasp immediately following every strike made you more wet. The number shakily called out by him a second after each hit set you off. You never expected that using a belt on Taemin would be such an exquisite experience. Having him bent over the horse only added to the glorious spectacle.
You had started on the backs of his thighs, stopping before they started to mark, and moved onto his peachy little ass where you still were. He had done well to keep counting up until now. You were sure he was going to be a sobbing wreck after ten, but he was still holding it together at fifteen. After fifteen you stopped to give his poor abused skin a break and you swore you heard him huff when you put the belt down, such a bratty little sub he was.
After picking up a handful of clothes pegs, out of view, you commanded him down onto his knees.
“Tongue out,” you ordered. He obeyed, eager to please, as you produced one of the pegs you had held behind your back and held it up for him to see. His eyes widened, his lips curled up in a smile as much as his open mouth would let them, and he puffed his chest out with his hands behind his back, desperate to be used.
“We’ll start with these and if you do well, I might let you try better ones, ok?”
He nodded enthusiastically, keeping his tongue out just as you had asked.
You took the first peg, opened it up, and snapped it onto the tip of his tongue. His eyes fluttered shut briefly as the new sensation shot through his nerves.
Taking another peg, you squatted down to be level with him and clamped it onto one of his nipples, smirking when you noticed a trail glistening on his chest. Keeping his tongue out like a needy puppy was making him drool and the spit was dripping down onto his pecs, it was fucking glorious. You got distracted by it, running a finger over his wet skin, collecting his mess as you went. You teased his free nipple, rolling it between your fingers, pulling and tweaking it, hard and wet with his own spit, then quickly snapped the last peg onto it.
You stood back up and looked down at the man kneeling before you. He was looking up at you, eyes glazed over with want, tongue and lips glistening and red, drool dripping down onto his chest and stomach. With his hands clasped behind his back, his cock was proudly displayed: hard, flushed, skin pulled tight over his length, every vein clear as day. He looked gloriously depraved and you never wanted to forget it.
Stepping out of your dominant role for a second, you asked him, “Taemin, I’d love to take a picture of you right now. Is that ok?”
He nodded, proud of the effect he had. You went and grabbed your phone, snapped a picture with him gazing up at you with perfect posture, and sat it back down again on your desk. Interruption over, you were ready to turn up the heat a little.
You gently removed the pegs one by one, dropped them to the floor, and grabbed the next ones to be used on him. It was a set of 3 metal clamps connected to each other by relatively short chains. The first, you attached firmly to the tip of his tongue, the next two to his reddened nipples before telling him to straighten up and keep his head back, causing the chains to tighten and pull on his sensitive skin. Next you picked up half a dozen wire pegs and placed them in a criss-cross pattern over his toned abdomen.
With his tongue and nipples clamped and cold steel pegs pinching the skin over his stomach, you finally decided to give his neglected dick some attention.
You got down to his level, locked gazes, and very lightly stroked his shaft, lubing up his cock with the copious amounts of pre-cum that had been leaking from his aching cock. He started groaning, finally being given more than just bittersweet pain. He was so messy though, the rumble in his throat making more spit spill from his mouth. You could feel drops of it on your fingers when he bent forward to stop the neverending ache in his chest from the nipple clamps.
You looked up at him and as you went to scold him, he lifted his head back up, chains tightening again. You noticed the tears in his eyes and the slight grimace on his face.
“Do you want me to stop Taemin?”
He shook his head, wincing when the movement yanked the chains side to side.
“You can blink, once for yes, twice for no,” you said to him, wanting to cut him a little slack, “ do you want to cum?”
He blinked, once, a tear running down his cheek. It was sick, but it made you smile.
You grabbed a few pegs, the nice wooden ones you used originally, and weighed up your options. You started stroking him again and pinched the first peg onto the underside of his cock, right at the base. Taemin couldn't stop a pained whimper from coming out of his mouth, he was nearing his limit for this kind of torture.
Still slowly working his oversensitive cock with one hand, you took the next peg to his taint. Every movement of your hand pulled and pushed his silky skin, the pegs nipping and tugging in time with you. The whimpering was relentless now, whines and moans adding to the cacophony of the snivelling man in front of you. He was losing control now, struggling to keep his posture, trying to close his mouth but being brutally reminded that he'd have to overcome the clamps if he wanted to.
It was about time you let him finish.
With your free hand you gathered up some of the drool coating his chest and wrapped your fingers around the head of his dick. You rolled your fingers around and over his head, your other hand working faster up and down his shaft. Taemin was getting breathless, almost panting, throwing his head back without caring about the tug on his throbbing nipples.
He came with an ungodly groan when you flicked off the peg at the base of his cock, his cum spilling in waves over his lower stomach and down the length of his cock. You stopped milking him after a few seconds, not wanting to push too far.
After a brief pause to let him catch his breath you started removing the pegs and clamps all over his body, leaving the one on his tongue till last. When you finally got round to taking it off, he all but crumpled to the floor, exhausted.
You quickly put the pegs away and came back to make sure Taemin was ok. Aftercare would be especially important tonight.
