Title: Mr. & Mrs. Perfect
Part: 5/5
Pairing: Taemin/Taeyeon
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: D/S relationship (light)
Prompt from:
crystalshawol ^_^
Notes: Complete! Thank you for your wait, everyone ^^ hope you haven’t forgotten about this little gem! I’ve updated the other chapters with gifs as well just to make it fun~
[
Key & Gwiboon] [
Minho & Minjung] [
Onew & Eunsook ] [
Jonghyun & Junghee ]
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“Don’t you ever drink anything else?” Gwiboon sniffed down her nose at Taeyeon, who was happily sipping from a straw that connected her plump lips to a yellow carton of banana milk. Taeyeon blinked her cute little eyes up at Gwiboon and tilted her head, and the older girl huffed and rolled her eyes, reaching across the table to snatch one of Junghee’s cookies.
“Yah, get your own you fatass,” Junghee griped, pulling her little baggy closer to herself.
“Don’t call me a fatass you slut!” Gwiboon shook her fist in Junghee’s direction, but was distracted when Kibum came and sat by her. “Where have you been?” she nudged his bicep with her elbow lightly, her voice feathery as she did a complete one-hundred and eighty degree flip in personality.
“Someone’s dumbass boyfriend couldn’t pass his English test so I had to sit outside his door and sign through the window,” Kibum rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around Gwiboon’s waist.
The conversation was an idle buzz at their lunch table, but Taeyeon’s eyes were scanning the crowd, looking for her own counterpart that seemed to have been missing. She ticked her hair to the side, her raven bangs swooping out of her eyes, and she finally caught sight of her boyfriend’s blond head disappearing out of the doors - she also happened to catch his mischievous smile, and she carefully and quietly packed up her things and bowed to her older friends.
“I’ll talk to you guys later,” she said softly, and all conversation stopped as she tossed her empty banana milk carton away and slung her bag over her shoulder.
It took only a few seconds after entering the locker room for Taemin to catch Taeyeon’s wrists and yank her the rest of the way inside, moving a chair under the knob to keep anyone else from coming in. Taeyeon’s breath hitched in her throat and Taemin pushed her face-first into the wall, his hot breath ghosting over her ear and his erection pressing against her ass through her skirt.
“You’re late,” he whispered.
She stayed quiet, per the rules, and closed her eyes while her head gave a soft nod. His grip on her wrists tightened briefly before he pulled them away from her delicate limbs and instead curled his fingers into her hips, pressing deep and hard enough to bruise as he shoved her against the wall again for good measure.
“You know better than to be late.”
Nodding again, unable to speak due to the fear and arousal that was slowly starting to choke her up, Taeyeon focused on his angry voice, the way his skinny body trembled from the building irritation. His hands slid from her hips to lift up her skirt a fraction, his fingers roughly grazing along her panties, making her gasp and arch a bit; he clucked his tongue and pulled her panties aside and roughly shoved in two fingers, her body spasming from the sudden penetration and her eyes closing.
“I need to teach you another lesson, obviously.” She could feel her juices dripping down his hand and her thighs when he pulled his fingers away, her panties snapping back into place as he pulled away. Shaking her head, she tried to convey the message that she didn’t want to be punished but he either wasn’t paying attention to her body language, or he was deliberately ignoring her because he pushed on her shoulders and forced her down onto her knees.
Obediently, she turned around and took in a breath, staring at the bulge in his slacks. She folded her hands neatly behind her back, lacing her fingers and squeezing her knuckles as he unzipped, his erection flopping out and bumping her in the nose as he let out a soft sigh of relief. She glanced up at him, making sure to not make eye contact, and he gently prodded the tip against her lips.
“Are you going to be on time, now?” Taemin breathed, his fingers moving to tangle into those dark locks, stroking them down to where they ended at her chin in her cute bob.
Taeyeon nodded and licked her lips, accidentally getting a taste of pre-cum in the process.
“Are you going to fuck around with your friends instead of coming to me like a good girl?”
She shook her head in the negative, feeling her vision get wet as she stared at Taemin’s dick. It had been so long since she’d sucked it, since she’d felt it against her mouth and her tongue. They had been too busy with finals, and with the dance coming up they had been making separate arrangements to make it so they could stay in a hotel together and have a weekend to themselves. But now with him so close, his scent invading her senses, she really was sorry that she had kept him waiting even a second longer than he should have, and she really wanted to make it up to him.
“Good,” Taemin cooed and stroked her cheek gently, before his hand moved to the back of her head and gripped the hair almost painfully. “Now apologize.”
When Taeyeon opened her mouth to say she was sorry, Taemin made sure not to waste her air as he just shoved his cock between her parted lips. She kept herself from moaning and closed her eyes, relaxing her throat and allowing his dick to pass as she swallowed around it and started to suck sloppily, the way he always liked it. Controlled and yet without abandon, Taeyeon knew just how to tease Taemin, how to give him the best pleasure. Two years of countless sexcapades between the couple was their strong point, it was their weakness, and they did nothing but exploit each other behind closed doors.
“Ahhh…” Taemin let out a soft huff, his head dropping back as he started to slowly thrust his hips towards Taeyeon’s face.
Relaxing more, she took his entire length in and kept her hands behind her back, though her fingers were itching to help, the pads of her finger tips were burning with the desire to run over Taemin’s hairless balls, she wanted so badly to grip his hips and force him deeper down her throat. But she obeyed, she made sure she was a good girl because there was nothing like the praises that Taemin gave her after a job well done. Soon enough he had both hands tangled in her hair and was fucking into her mouth, her eyes shut with tears gathering in the corners at the lack of oxygen; he pulled out and came hotly, his cum spurting onto her face and coating her nose and eyelashes and dripping down to her mouth, his body trembling with aftershocks as he wrenched his fingers away from her hair and took a step back.
“Stand up and face the wall,” he commanded, his tenor voice breathless and wrecked.
Doing as told, Taeyeon stood up and faced the wall, placing her hands on the cold tile and spreading her legs. Taemin’s fingers moved to her panties and tugged - she heard the fabric ripping and let out a quiet pant, dropping her head down a bit as her back arched.
“This will be your punishment for being late,” Taemin explained as he pulled her ripped panties from her body, and presumably put them in his pocket, but since Taeyeon knew better than to look behind her she could only assume. “No panties for a week.”
Her cheeks burned in embarrassment; no panties meant dreadful breezes that would caress her at inconvenient times, it would make guys stare up her skirt as she walked up the stairs to her next class, and most of all it would be uncomfortable whenever she got aroused and felt the slickness of her thighs sliding against each other, the want to touch herself would be mind-blowing and she’d have to give in and ask Taemin permission to take care of herself.
It wasn’t the first time this had happened but she was hoping it would be the last; she would definitely never be late again if it meant avoiding the punishment of being pantie-less for a week.
She felt her skirt be flipped up to rest on her lower back and she spread her legs, feeling Taemin’s fingers swipe along her folds to collect the excess moisture and rub it into the crease of her ass. Her elbows bent a bit and her shoulders quaked with the pressure of keeping herself propped up against the wall and Taemin shoved a finger into her asshole, unrelenting and unprepared, laughing a bit as Taeyeon’s knees weakened and she let out a soft cry.
“You’re so cute,” Taemin commented as he worked his finger around, relaxing the muscles and moving one of his other fingers to tease along the dripping hole of her pussy. “All worked up. Baby, it’s only been three days…”
Letting out a whimper, since she knew she still couldn’t talk, Taeyeon wiggled her hips a bit to try and get more of the sensations that were making her loins burn in delight. Taemin used the juices from her arousal to aid the insertion of the next finger, a steady thrusting rhythm in and out of her tight ass making sweat bead on her neck and brow, gravity pulling it downwards.
“Did Eunsookie nuna buy you some banana milk?” Taemin’s fingers crooked a bit and he pressed downwards with his fingers inside of Taeyeon, making her let out a choked cry and nod her head. “Did you drink it all?” Taeyeon nodded again and Taemin removed his fingers from her ass, the sound of him wiping them on his pants registering barely before he plunged them into her pussy, starting up a rough, fast tempo.
Riding down on his fingers, Taeyeon let the pleasure engulf her as she tossed her head back and briefly wished her hair was long enough to tie in a ponytail, the sweat gathering on the back of her neck sliding down to her collarbones making her feel dirty. Taemin’s lips dragged over her neck, collecting the salty sweat, his tongue snaking out to trace idle patterns before he removed his fingers from her wetness and curled them around her hip, uncaring that he was getting her juices on the underside of her flipped skirt.
“Do you want this?” he asked, rubbing the tip of his cock against her ass. Taeyeon felt it clench in anticipation, her body trembling as she nodded quickly, biting her lower lip and panting as she tried to buck back onto his cock. He clucked his tongue in disapproval and just barely nudged the head inside, and Taeyeon felt her eyes roll into the back of her head, her stomach burning with euphoria as she lifted a leg for leverage; Taemin’s free hand let his fingers curl on the underside of her knee, her dancer’s body easily letting him lift her leg up a bit higher as he pushed in just a bit further.
“P-Please…” Taeyeon whispered, and once she realized she had spoke her eyes opened wide and she clamped her mouth shut, fingers curling into fists on the wall. She spoke. How stupid could she have been?
“What was that?” Taemin stopped all his movements and Taeyeon wanted to whimper in another plea but instead she shook her head, hoping that he hadn’t deciphered her muttering and thought it was just a whisper of a moan. But he was smart, he wasn’t going to let it slip by as his hand moved from her hip to grip her hair and yank her head back, exposing her slender neck and making her eyes flutter shut. “Are you begging me, pet?”
She let out a soft whimper this time, the pain in her scalp burning her hair follicles and making her vision swim with tears, her sinuses starting to feel a sneeze coming on. She shook her head slowly, her mouth dropping open and her tongue wetting her lips as she took in a shuddery breath.
“Good,” he tossed her head down and she took the momentary relief, but it was short lived when he rammed his cock hard into her ass without any further preparation.
Giving into the need to make some sort of noise, Taeyeon choked out a pleasured sob and tried to keep still, but it was hard with one leg in the air, her balance on her other leg making her wobble with the pressure of propping herself up against the wall. Taemin’s pace was never friendly and he always took care of himself first, but the wait was worth it, Taeyeon kept reminding herself as she was plowed into the wall. His cock was burning hot inside of her and she closed her eyes, her body sagging a bit as she pressed her cheek to the cool tile and let Taemin use her body, little huffs leaving her mouth with every thrust.
After a few moments, though, she got a surprise as Taemin slid his fingers along her wet folds and then probed inside of her, the pleasure tripling as she whined and bit down on her thumb, her body starting to rock with his. Fucks like this, during school when all they could afford was a quickie (which for them wasn’t all that quick, honestly, though she didn’t mind being late to class) he usually didn’t bother to take care of her, always promising to get to it later. But right now he was taking the time, his fingers were explorative and oh God she couldn’t last like this, there was no way.
His hands left her and her hands left the wall, the chain of events leaving her slightly dizzied as her flat chest and her cheek connected with the cool tiles, Taemin bringing her arms backwards and clamping his fingers around both of her wrists, keeping her hands pinned behind her back.
“You’re so pretty baby,” he purred into her ear, and she whined and whimpered as she flexed her fingers, not trying to get out of his hold as she felt his sharp hip bones rutting against her ass with each thrust, leaving bruises in their wake. “Gonna be a good girl for me?”
“Yes,” she gasped out, eyes closing as she nodded, her hair mussing against the wall as her headband slipped crooked. “I’ll be a good girl, please Master please…”
Tame as he could be sometimes, Taemin never relinquished his role and never let Taeyeon forget hers, either. Moments like this, however, when he was going to praise her and she was allowed to talk, moments when he was taking care of her needs alongside his own, Taeyeon always felt her heart swell and her head spin.
“Cum for me, Taeyeonnie,” Taemin whispered, his fingers reappearing at Taeyeon’s pussy to glide inside and start abusing her g-spot.
It didn’t take long for her to cum, especially on command, and when she did he had to remove his fingers from her body and shove them into her mouth, her cries muffled by his musky fingers as she arched her back and felt her knees give out on her. He pulled out and gently lowered her to the ground, fixing her skirt and her head band, licking his fingers clean and tucking his still-hard cock back into his pants, zipping up and leaning down to kiss her lips. She let out a soft, satisfied sound and he pulled back with a small smile, blond fringe hanging in his eyes.
“You can take care of me later. I want you on time to class for once,” his smile was sweet as he reached into his backpack and took out a banana milk, setting it and the straw down next to Taeyeon’s folded legs. He kissed her again on the lips and on either cheek, before standing and slinging his backpack over his shoulder, “You’re such a good girl.”
Taeyeon smiled after him as he left and she picked up her banana milk, opening it and taking a gratifying drink.
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“Aigoo my son!!” Kibum fawned over Taemin when the blond returned to the lunch table, Taemin smiling lightly and letting the older boy fuss over him. His cheeks were flush and his hair was damp, his breathing a bit out of sync. “Were you spending extra time in P.E. again? You’re all sweaty!”
As Kibum dabbed Taemin’s brow with a hankie that he borrowed from Gwiboon, who was hovering on the maknae’s other side, Jonghyun looked the blond up and down before he smirked.
“Where’s Taeyeon?”
Taemin smiled and shrugged, his voice light and airy, “I gave her my extra banana milk because she wanted more.”
Eunsook tilted her head in thought, “What a greedy little girl, I’ve already given her two…”
“Taeminnie’s banana milk is probably the best~” Gwiboon cooed, petting Taemin’s hair.
He grinned, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he let out a gentle laugh, “Yeah, that must be it.”