Irresistible
Damn you homework, you thought bitterly as you stared at your math book, all the numbers seeming to jumble together the longer you stared at it. You cradled your cheek in your hand, pouting. You played idly with your pencil, flicking it up and down your desk, until it fell to the floor and you were too lazy to even think about picking it up; you sighed. It was Friday night and what were you doing? Homework. Stupid homework that should burn in a fiery hell. Oh, and where were your parents? They were spending the weekend at their cabin with their friends. Psh. It just wasn’t fair.
With another sigh, the anger was seeping out of your system. If you were being totally honest with yourself, you were just lonely. When was the last time you talked to your boyfriend? Where was he? You didn’t even know. You closed your book, pushing it slightly up on your desk. You got up, walking groggily over to you bed, falling face first. You curled into the fetal position, crushing your pillow into your body. It happened every night, you would stay up hoping he would be there with you, to hold you and sing you to sleep like he used to. But he wasn’t.
A knock brought you out of your bitter thoughts, curiosity flooding your mind. Who could it be? Defiantly not your parents; they couldn’t get out of the house fast enough. All of your friends were probably at some party, so you were utterly dumbfounded. Either way, you walked to the door, shuffling your feet and hoping that by the time you got there, the person would have just gone away. No such luck, though, because when you were closer to the door, another knock came, almost furiously. You weren’t curious anymore, just frustrated.
You didn’t even bother to look through the peep-hole; you just swung the door open. Before you could ever properly see who it was, you were being crushed into a hug. Blonde hair swung into your face and a voice was rapidly saying how sorry he was that he hadn’t called and that he had really missed you and he was sorry for just barging in like this but they had just landed and he really needed to see you or else he would explode. Naturally, you didn’t catch any of that, because all you could focus on was that he was here.
He pulled back and you finally got a good look at him. He looked dead tired, but those eyes were so warm and familiar. His blonde hair was longer and shaggy, falling messily into his face, so you brought a hand up and swept some of it behind his ear. His face was flushed and he was out of breath, like he had run here, but you didn’t care. You were just so damn happy he was finally back. You felt childish as tears started to prick at the corners of your eyes and some spilled out without warning. He cooed and wiped them away with his thumb.
“I missed you.”
You laughed a little at this, more tears spilling out. “I missed you too.” You stood up on your toes to give him a kiss, and he chuckled at you. He always teased you about how you were that much shorter than him. He eagerly leaned down though, pressing his lips against yours. It was a short and sweet kiss, but damn it if you weren’t ready to jump him later on that night. You felt yourself blush at the thought, but he had brought it up enough times so you knew you weren’t the only one thinking about it.
He rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and smiling softly. He grabbed you waist and started to sway you to an unheard beat, humming random lines of songs that popped into his head. “I have a request,” he mused into the silence. You hummed in response, letting him know to continue. “I want some ramen.”
What.
You stopped all movement, pushing him back and giving him a questioning look. “Like the noodles?”
“No, like the human,” he said sarcastically, “yes, the noodles!”
You felt a little suspicious, but he put on his best puppy dog look, “please?”
Wow, only a bitch could say no to that. You agreed, miffed that you had to cook this late at night, but it was Taemin and you would do anything for Taemin. And he knew it, too.
He smiled and thanked you, kissing your cheek, telling you that he would be in your room, on your bed, creeping through your school stuff.
You wanted to be annoyed with him, you really did, but as you made the ramen, you couldn’t bring yourself to. He was just too damn perfect and you knew it wasn’t his fault that he had to be away for long periods of time. It was just the price you had to pay for dating a celebrity. Once the ramen was done, you put it in a large white bowl and put some chopsticks in it, carefully walking to your room. The door was slightly ajar so you could open it with your hip and the sight that met you had you nearly dropping the bowl.
Taemin was on your bed, one of your pillows between his deliciously spread legs, grinding down on it all while small moans and whimpers were escaping his beautiful lips. He raised his eyes to stare at you, and the raw intensity in them made you shudder in anticipation. “Come…come help oppa,” he moaned out, moving his hips faster on your pillow.
You set the bowl down on your desk and went over to your bed, where Taemin turned to lie on his back. His legs were still spread so you crawled between them, hands moving to either side of his face. You brought your face close to his; you could see small beads of sweat beginning to form.
“How can I help?”
What?! You were internally screaming at yourself. You had no idea when you become this confident, because you had no fucking clue how to help Taemin.
Well, that was a lie. You had read your fair share of fanfiction to know exactly what to do, and sex-ed has also cleared up and confusions, but you had never done anything like this before.
One of his hands groped for yours, lacing your fingers together momentarily before pulling your hand down his body, resting it at the top of his belt buckle. You swallowed the lump in your throat and with shaky fingers, unbuckled his belt. You decided to be a bit of a tease, so instead of pushing your hand straight down his pants, you run your fingers up and down his clothed erection, occasionally rubbing harder.
Taemin couldn’t form any words to properly complain, so between moans and trying hard to not push his groin up into your hand, you heard the word “tease” and “please” over and over in breathless pants.
“It hurts, please, it hurts” he was able to finally whine out, clawing desperately at your bed spread.
Now you felt bad, which kind of defeated the point of teasing him in the first place, but you deftly decided that you could try again later, when he wasn’t so desperate and practically close to tears.
“What do you need?” you asked softly, pushing some blonde hair out of his face to tuck behind his ears. You moved back up his body and nuzzled your nose into his neck, relishing in his smell that was so uniquely Taemin. You placed small kisses there as he tried to calm himself down enough to form a word.
“Your mouth,” he pleaded.
Your blood ran cold at the request. Shit.
“Please, your mouth, oh god it hurts so much, please.”
His desperate cries became too much for you to handle, so you didn’t think about it and just moved back down his body, face coming to level with his crotch.
Still being somewhat of a tease, you used your mouth to unzip his pants- when the hell did you learn to do that? - and he lifted his hips up so you could tug them halfway down his strong thighs. It appeared that he had decided to go sans underwear today, because when you looked back up, all you saw was his cock, very hard, almost painful to look at.
You gripped the base lightly, Taemin sighing appreciatively. Still unsure of what the hell you were doing, you stroked him lightly, but apparently that wasn’t good enough for him, because he bucked his hips up impatiently. You stroked a little harder after that, swiping your thumb over the slit a few times, spreading the pre-cum down the whole length of his dick.
You pushed your hair delicately behind your ears before you took the head in your mouth, one hand gripping the base. Taemin released a shaky moan; you could feel how he was trying to not buck into your mouth.
Your first reaction was to pull back and spit, because the taste was disgusting and uncomfortable. Fanfiction writers are such fucking liars, you thought bitterly, before exhaling through your nose and trying to fit more of his cock into your mouth.
Somewhere between the first tentative bobs of your head and trying to pump the base in time with moving your head, Taemin threaded his fingers through your hair, the grip almost painful. He gently guided your head up and down, and you let him, because for fuck’s sake, you were probably doing this wrong. Though with one particular shove of your head downward, you choked and fear spread through you because you swore you were going to die from lack of oxygen.
You couldn’t pull off, not with his iron grip on your hair, so you settled for trying to breathe through your nose without passing out first.
“You’re so good,” he moaned, making you feel more confident about this. That, or he had never had a blowjob before in his life and didn’t know the difference between a good blow and a really shitty first time. Either way, you’d take the compliment, using your tongue to lick the underside.
“I’m-I’m so close,” he choked out, bucking up once forcefully. You sucked harder, hallowing out your cheeks and stroked his base harder, hoping to make him come faster.
Soon enough, you could feel his cum as it shot down your throat, you being forced to swallow. You grimaced but didn’t let him see, you could hear him crying softly, most likely out of relief.
“I’m so sorry,” he sniffled out, burying his head into the other pillows you had on your bed. You pulled his pants the rest of the way off and gingerly put on some pajama bottoms for him- he occasionally slept over, hence why you had the pants in the first place- and tucked him into your bed. You murmured a soft “it’s alright” before kissing his temple and swiping more hair out of his eyes. He curled over on his side immediately, looking peaceful as he slept in your bed.
You walked over to your desk and picked up the now cold bowl of ramen, chuckling softly.
“No more ramen for you.”
A/N 2: So what do you think? Your thoughts are greatly appreciated!
Buying Rings
With another sigh, the anger was seeping out of your system. If you were being totally honest with yourself, you were just lonely. When was the last time you talked to your boyfriend? Where was he? You didn’t even know. You closed your book, pushing it slightly up on your desk. You got up, walking groggily over to you bed, falling face first. You curled into the fetal position, crushing your pillow into your body. It happened every night, you would stay up hoping he would be there with you, to hold you and sing you to sleep like he used to. But he wasn’t.
A knock brought you out of your bitter thoughts, curiosity flooding your mind. Who could it be? Defiantly not your parents; they couldn’t get out of the house fast enough. All of your friends were probably at some party, so you were utterly dumbfounded. Either way, you walked to the door, shuffling your feet and hoping that by the time you got there, the person would have just gone away. No such luck, though, because when you were closer to the door, another knock came, almost furiously. You weren’t curious anymore, just frustrated.
You didn’t even bother to look through the peep-hole; you just swung the door open. Before you could ever properly see who it was, you were being crushed into a hug. Blonde hair swung into your face and a voice was rapidly saying how sorry he was that he hadn’t called and that he had really missed you and he was sorry for just barging in like this but they had just landed and he really needed to see you or else he would explode. Naturally, you didn’t catch any of that, because all you could focus on was that he was here.
He pulled back and you finally got a good look at him. He looked dead tired, but those eyes were so warm and familiar. His blonde hair was longer and shaggy, falling messily into his face, so you brought a hand up and swept some of it behind his ear. His face was flushed and he was out of breath, like he had run here, but you didn’t care. You were just so damn happy he was finally back. You felt childish as tears started to prick at the corners of your eyes and some spilled out without warning. He cooed and wiped them away with his thumb.
“I missed you.”
You laughed a little at this, more tears spilling out. “I missed you too.” You stood up on your toes to give him a kiss, and he chuckled at you. He always teased you about how you were that much shorter than him. He eagerly leaned down though, pressing his lips against yours. It was a short and sweet kiss, but damn it if you weren’t ready to jump him later on that night. You felt yourself blush at the thought, but he had brought it up enough times so you knew you weren’t the only one thinking about it.
He rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and smiling softly. He grabbed you waist and started to sway you to an unheard beat, humming random lines of songs that popped into his head. “I have a request,” he mused into the silence. You hummed in response, letting him know to continue. “I want some ramen.”
What.
You stopped all movement, pushing him back and giving him a questioning look. “Like the noodles?”
“No, like the human,” he said sarcastically, “yes, the noodles!”
You felt a little suspicious, but he put on his best puppy dog look, “please?”
Wow, only a bitch could say no to that. You agreed, miffed that you had to cook this late at night, but it was Taemin and you would do anything for Taemin. And he knew it, too.
He smiled and thanked you, kissing your cheek, telling you that he would be in your room, on your bed, creeping through your school stuff.
You wanted to be annoyed with him, you really did, but as you made the ramen, you couldn’t bring yourself to. He was just too damn perfect and you knew it wasn’t his fault that he had to be away for long periods of time. It was just the price you had to pay for dating a celebrity. Once the ramen was done, you put it in a large white bowl and put some chopsticks in it, carefully walking to your room. The door was slightly ajar so you could open it with your hip and the sight that met you had you nearly dropping the bowl.
Taemin was on your bed, one of your pillows between his deliciously spread legs, grinding down on it all while small moans and whimpers were escaping his beautiful lips. He raised his eyes to stare at you, and the raw intensity in them made you shudder in anticipation. “Come…come help oppa,” he moaned out, moving his hips faster on your pillow.
You set the bowl down on your desk and went over to your bed, where Taemin turned to lie on his back. His legs were still spread so you crawled between them, hands moving to either side of his face. You brought your face close to his; you could see small beads of sweat beginning to form.
“How can I help?”
What?! You were internally screaming at yourself. You had no idea when you become this confident, because you had no fucking clue how to help Taemin.
Well, that was a lie. You had read your fair share of fanfiction to know exactly what to do, and sex-ed has also cleared up and confusions, but you had never done anything like this before.
One of his hands groped for yours, lacing your fingers together momentarily before pulling your hand down his body, resting it at the top of his belt buckle. You swallowed the lump in your throat and with shaky fingers, unbuckled his belt. You decided to be a bit of a tease, so instead of pushing your hand straight down his pants, you run your fingers up and down his clothed erection, occasionally rubbing harder.
Taemin couldn’t form any words to properly complain, so between moans and trying hard to not push his groin up into your hand, you heard the word “tease” and “please” over and over in breathless pants.
“It hurts, please, it hurts” he was able to finally whine out, clawing desperately at your bed spread.
Now you felt bad, which kind of defeated the point of teasing him in the first place, but you deftly decided that you could try again later, when he wasn’t so desperate and practically close to tears.
“What do you need?” you asked softly, pushing some blonde hair out of his face to tuck behind his ears. You moved back up his body and nuzzled your nose into his neck, relishing in his smell that was so uniquely Taemin. You placed small kisses there as he tried to calm himself down enough to form a word.
“Your mouth,” he pleaded.
Your blood ran cold at the request. Shit.
“Please, your mouth, oh god it hurts so much, please.”
His desperate cries became too much for you to handle, so you didn’t think about it and just moved back down his body, face coming to level with his crotch.
Still being somewhat of a tease, you used your mouth to unzip his pants- when the hell did you learn to do that? - and he lifted his hips up so you could tug them halfway down his strong thighs. It appeared that he had decided to go sans underwear today, because when you looked back up, all you saw was his cock, very hard, almost painful to look at.
You gripped the base lightly, Taemin sighing appreciatively. Still unsure of what the hell you were doing, you stroked him lightly, but apparently that wasn’t good enough for him, because he bucked his hips up impatiently. You stroked a little harder after that, swiping your thumb over the slit a few times, spreading the pre-cum down the whole length of his dick.
You pushed your hair delicately behind your ears before you took the head in your mouth, one hand gripping the base. Taemin released a shaky moan; you could feel how he was trying to not buck into your mouth.
Your first reaction was to pull back and spit, because the taste was disgusting and uncomfortable. Fanfiction writers are such fucking liars, you thought bitterly, before exhaling through your nose and trying to fit more of his cock into your mouth.
Somewhere between the first tentative bobs of your head and trying to pump the base in time with moving your head, Taemin threaded his fingers through your hair, the grip almost painful. He gently guided your head up and down, and you let him, because for fuck’s sake, you were probably doing this wrong. Though with one particular shove of your head downward, you choked and fear spread through you because you swore you were going to die from lack of oxygen.
You couldn’t pull off, not with his iron grip on your hair, so you settled for trying to breathe through your nose without passing out first.
“You’re so good,” he moaned, making you feel more confident about this. That, or he had never had a blowjob before in his life and didn’t know the difference between a good blow and a really shitty first time. Either way, you’d take the compliment, using your tongue to lick the underside.
“I’m-I’m so close,” he choked out, bucking up once forcefully. You sucked harder, hallowing out your cheeks and stroked his base harder, hoping to make him come faster.
Soon enough, you could feel his cum as it shot down your throat, you being forced to swallow. You grimaced but didn’t let him see, you could hear him crying softly, most likely out of relief.
“I’m so sorry,” he sniffled out, burying his head into the other pillows you had on your bed. You pulled his pants the rest of the way off and gingerly put on some pajama bottoms for him- he occasionally slept over, hence why you had the pants in the first place- and tucked him into your bed. You murmured a soft “it’s alright” before kissing his temple and swiping more hair out of his eyes. He curled over on his side immediately, looking peaceful as he slept in your bed.
You walked over to your desk and picked up the now cold bowl of ramen, chuckling softly.
“No more ramen for you.”
A/N 2: So what do you think? Your thoughts are greatly appreciated!
Buying Rings