@kpoptrashlord-007 / kpoptrashlord-007.tumblr.com
The S in SuperM stands for Sub.
The M in SuperM stands for Masochist.
Word Count;; Drabble
Genre;; Fluff
Summary;; It’s a cold night to watch the fireworks on. Thankfully you have Taemin to warm you.
Notes;; Written for one of my lovely mutuals, @gustingirl! Based off the prompt generator tag game.
"Do you hate me or something?" You murmured into his side.
The wind blew through his hair, ruffling the silky strands. Dusk was settling in around you. There was a soothing ambiance to it, so much so that you felt yourself slipping toward sleep. Your head fell forward, heavy and clouded, as you waited for the show to begin.
"Really?" Taemin chuckled.
Word Count;; Drabble
Genre;; Fluff x Suggestive
Summary;; Your boyfriend steals the last piece of gum which leaves you with no other choice than to get it back.
Requested by Fake Anon
There he was in all of his smug glory, chewing away at the last piece of gum. His legs were spread as he stared at you from the otherside of the coffee table. Languid were his actions, beckoning you to make a move, to engage him.
The gum was rightfully yours - it was from your favourite pack that you had bought. That final piece should have been in your mouth right now, not his. Now all you could do was watch as Taemin chewed it with exaggeration, rubbing salt in the wound, leaving you with nothing except petty envy.
His audacity.
Word Count;; 2,2k
Genre;; Smut (Light BDSM, Dom/Sub Dynamics)
Summary;; Sometimes it’s sweet, sometimes it’s soft. … sometimes it’s BDSM.
The clock struck midnight.
It had officially begun.
While you weren’t quite satisfied yet, you had decided that you’d go easy on him tonight. He would need his stamina if he was to last the next couple of hours, so it benefited you just as much as him. You could hold back your own urges if it meant better sex later on. Unlike a certain someone straining against the silk ribbon that tied his hands to the bedpost, you were well trained.
Taemin had been a good boy for you so far. He had earned a present. For just this once, you’d be a good girl for him and hand over the reigns. That had been the plan at least. You found yourself hesitating as you removed his blindfold. He was panting, the exquisite torture of the last hour taking a toll on his body. Sweat mixed with tears as he stared at you, his eyes hazy with lust and need. He looked like a mess - just the way you liked him.
“It’s midnight.” You pointed at the clock on the bedside table, his eyes following for a brief second before flickering back to you. You waited but no further acknowledgment came. Sighing, you continued, “It’s the start of new day.”
“So?”
“It’s the start of your day.”
“If it’s my day, why did you stop?”
“I ought to punish you for being such a brat” - a very visible shiver trembled across his beautiful skin, his lips following suit with a small quiver. Your whole body screamed for you to pick up where you left off, to tease him until he couldn’t take it anymore and then do it some more - “but it’s your birthday, so I’ll give you a treat. Tell me, sweetie, what does that little heart of yours desire?”
“You.”
"Get on your knees."
The crowd's cheers echoed down the hall, their energy ready to burst through the walls. A light flickered just out of view and you could hear footsteps in the distance. The air was heavy with dust and perspiration. As your exposed legs touched the concrete, a jolt shot up through you; the ice-cold floor was in direct contrast to your burning body.
Taemin's fingers threaded through your hair, bringing your focus back to him and calming your racing nerves. He tugged until your head fell back, lips parting open. Sweat trickled down his throat as he looked down on you.
"Hurry up, doll. I don't have all night."
