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.
hiii :) i really love your writing and was wondering if you do a hoshi smut for me? like him coming home after dance practice, all hot and frustrated. i imagine him laying next to me on the couch when things get intense and touchy. he fingers me while he gets hard and then things go from there... ;) i never stop thinking about this so it'd be cool if you could write it, but you dont have to! if youre not comfortable thats okay. take care
there has never been a time where soonyoung has ever made it hurt while he touched you. despite taking control for all of those times, he made sure to put your pleasure above his, making you come first and multiple times before he did, making sure you felt comfortable, making you feel like the queen he treated you as. you felt that you gave back to him as much as he did you as well, with the times you've made him come in your your mouth, sliding down your throat, or spilling all over your lips or fingers or cunt, licking every single drop up, praises pouring from his lips all the while.
he never wanted to make you feel like he was using your body like a lifeless toy to get himself off. he never did, until tonight.
the amount of time you were together with soonyoung hadn't been too short nor too long now. he knew where you kept your spare key, he even had his own coffee mug and toothbrush in the bathroom for the mornings he was able to spend with you at your place rather than the dorms. he'd already texted you earlier saying he'd ask the manager to drop him off at your place tonight, because he didn't have any recordings nor practice until much later.
you'd only briefly okay'ed him in your reply, and a tail end of an idea began to form in your mind as you looked for something to wear for tonight. you would only be spending the evening at home, which all the more affirmed and planted the idea in your brain as you reached for the black silk box resting on one of the shelves in your closet.
it had only been a gag gift from your friends, and you hadn't been sure whether there would come an occasion where the lingerie set currently adorning your figure would ever see the light of day. they’d presented it to you a few months ago, near the start of your relationship with soonyoung, and you thought you’d save it for a special occasion. there’s no real reason for you to put it on today and spur him on tonight, but part of you got impatient and wanted to see how he’d react to it.
you kneel by your mirror, smooth skin against the black lace, running a finger over the straps and forms of the article of lingerie adorning your figure. maybe those scandalous magazines and website articles were right: this did boost your confidence by a shitton, and you’d be downright pissed if soonyoung didn’t do anything to retaliate.
you grab your phone, pulling the camera app up, angling in a way that covered part of your face, accentuated your cleavage even more than the push up bra already has, pressing your thighs together. you snap a couple of photos, tilting your head different ways, perching your delicate hands on different parts of what’s bare and uncovered by the lingerie, the places you know soonyoung likes to trace and hold under his hot palms.
heart and head pounding, you click on the send button, icy-hot sensation running through your veins even when nothing’s happened. soonyoung is most likely still at recording, during which he usually leaves his phone outside of the booth. a thrill zaps through you at the the thought of anyone else seeing the notification pop up, seeing the little thumbnail of your lewd photos.
to your surprise, his reply comes in within minutes.
soonyoung: what
soonyoung: what’s this for baby?
you bite your lip, typing in a response.
you: nothing, just letting u know i’m waiting for u
the typing icon pops up immediately.
soonyoung: fuck, angel
soonyoung: wait for me
soonyoung: i’m grtting in the car rn, can’t believe you
your eyebrows raise at his eagerness. you grab a robe, only loosely tying the front, hem draping to no further than the top of your thighs.
it had been tough to pretend you were all nonchalant, sipping on a sweet tea as you tried to focus on whatever you’d selected on netflix. your mind and heart ticked along the clock, counting down the seconds until soonyoung got home.
no past than eight, a knock resounds on your door. something tells you to feed into it, the way you know he wants it to. so you do.
you let the robe drape down your shoulder, brushing your hair over it as the door swings open. you bat your eyelashes at him, the picture of seduction baiting the man at your doorstep.
soonyoung kisses you in lieu of a greeting, hot and needy, hands wrapping around your waist, slipping atop the silk. he pushes you back into your home, kicking the door shut with his feet. your hands loop around his neck, breathing in his scent, the feeling of his lips against yours, his very being in the room right now.
you let soonyoung kick his shoes off and shrug his jacket and bag to the floor, seemingly not caring about anything else than tasting you. his hands drop to your thighs, muttering for you to jump, legs wrapping around his hips as he carries you to the sofa– too impatient to even get to your bedroom.
he places you underneath him, your head sinking into the cushions. the silk of the robe doesn’t hold up against the friction of his cotton shirt, loosening and untying on its own, revealing the expanse of your tummy, chest, and the entirety of your thighs as your legs settle by his sides. his knee knocks between your legs, separating them, denim jeans pressing against your clothed core, hot and damp to the touch.
a growl resounds, vibrating against your skin where his lips are pressed against your neck, purple marks blooming in his wake. “so good for me, aren’t you? waited until i got home like a good girl?”
you keen at the praise. he hums in return, thumb tangling at the waistband of your panties. he doesn’t pull them down, just travels his fingers further down, stuffed into your underwear, rubbing against your clit slow and good.
your heart pounds in your ears. “what got you this wet, angel?”
you breath out your answer. “y-you, soonyoung. i need, i, oh my god,” you essentially choke the words out when you feel him push two fingers in, the slick from your cunt easing his prodding.
everything around you turns into white noise, hearing your slick turn his fingers wet and slippery and your high moans and whimpers resound in the room. soonyoung unendingly pours filthy words into your ear, suckling and pressing wet kisses into the sweet spot right beneath where your jaw breaks.
“so tight as always, so good for me. gonna fuck you baby, wouldn’t you look so beautiful with my cum pouring out of your pussy? would you like me to fuck you?”
you can’t do anything else but desperately reach for him, hands gripping on his biceps, tugging on his sleeves. soonyoung reaches his free hand to your bra, tugging your breasts out from the top, pinching and grabbing everywhere he can.
“come for me first, baby. let me see you come before i even put my cock in you. need you to come, angel,” he’s muttering under his breath, almost manic, driven to the edges of pleasure and haze filling his mind at how utterly divine you look under him, hair splayed out around your face, mouth permanently in an “o” as you press your eyes shut.
he feels your walls convulse around his digits, clenching and unclenching, helping you ride your high out. he presses the pad of his thumb to your clit, right against the sensitive bundle of nerves – how long had you been waiting for him to make you feel good? – hips canting, erratic movement all just from his fingers.
it takes you a moment to come down, his weight so comfortable and warm on top of you that it leaves you in a stupor, addicted to the feeling of him pleasuring you. you finally notice the weight against your inner thigh. you travel a hand down to right in between the two of you, feeling his bulge grow, almost painfully pressing from inside of his jeans.
“you okay?” he searches for your eyes, hands holding himself up beside your shoulders. he presses a palm to your cheek, you unconsciously nuzzling against the warm touch.
“mmhmm,” you croak, throat spent from the near screaming he coaxed out of you, molten honey dripping from your lips.
“my turn,” he presses a kiss to your temple, “since you begged so nice and pretty for me.”
Title: The fullness of her splendour
Author: Elesianne
Rating: General audiences
Summary: Eärwen, Anairë and the first sunrise setting the sky and sea afire.
Word Count: 1,480
Sometimes, there are fates worse than death. Sometimes, people are driven to choose something as painless as death.
Author: Thoughtless_Whispers (ao3) || bandaged-chessmaster (tumblr)
Rating: M - Language: English - Words: 954 Chapters: 1/1
Complete, Post-Canon, Major Character Death, Mercy Killing, Angst
Notes: This broke my heart. Chuuya is broken after defeating the enemy and he wants Dazai’s help. The author did a wonderful job conveying Dazai’s mix emotions and left my heart aching.
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
