(oneshot) but you couldn't resist
but you couldn't resist
taemin/suzy
r, 724w
taemin is mean, he's bad and snarky and bitter and jaded, but he makes her want to prove something.
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suzy stumbles in her ridiculously high heels, steadying herself against the bar counter. the music pounds, thrumming in her veins, and the air is thick with bodies hiding under the anonymity of darkness.
it's raw and sensual, and it takes suzy's breath away.
taemin smirks, sliding up to her. he motions to the bartender, and suzy's eyes widen when two shots are pushed towards them, the amber liquid taunting her.
"bottoms up, sueji" he whispers against her cheek, his lips barely brushing her earlobe before he takes one and swigs it back in one go.
suzy shivers, the short, tight black dress suddenly feeling far too constricting for her self-conscious sixteen-year-old self. she fingers the glass, pale pink fingernails tapping against the countertop. taemin raises an eyebrow, leaning against the counter and exposing his lean forearms.
"you know, sueji, the point of this whole 'take me out, make me bad' night was to make you bad. if you're going to be backing out, i need to know - because i won't stop" his eyes darken, pools of jet black as suzy trembles under his intense gaze.
the music blares in the silence between them, before suzy takes a deep breath and the tequila slides down her throat and it burns but it feels like she's accomplished something.
suzy splutters, blinking away tears as taemin chuckles, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"looks like the virginal little maknae has some spunk" he drawls.
"looks like the douchebag has some class" she shoots back, the alcohol fuelling the spark he's ignited.
taemin blinks, before throwing his head back and laughing. the smooth column of his neck looks warm and inviting and the way his adam's apple moves makes suzy want to lean over and lick it.
"you're learning" he grins, before tugging her towards the dancefloor.
suzy nearly trips when a hand on the small of her back steadies her. she peers up through her eyelashes to find taemin staring down at her, the curve of his lips sending shivers down her spine.
"careful sueji, people might take advantage of a pretty little thing like you" he murmurs, before pulling her flush against his chest.
suzy feels something inside her swell, burning and threatening to take over her entire being. when she had decided to revamp her image as part of miss A's new slutty concept (it was called 'urban chic mature', but everyone knew better), she hadn't expected SHINee's innocent maknae to take her up on the challenge.
apparently, SHINee's innocent maknae wasn't so innocent after all, judging by amount of clubbing and drinking and smoking he did, despite his baby face and age.
suzy sways awkwardly to the pumping music, arms stiffly placed around taemin's neck. he raises an eyebrow, before leaning in to press a butterfly kiss against the hollow of her throat.
"loosen up, sueji. you're not fooling anyone, even in that dress. everyone here can tell you're a frigid little bitch" his voice is smooth and velvety despite the harsh, biting words.
it makes it sting even more, and suzy sucks in a sharp breath. taemin is mean, he's bad and snarky and bitter and jaded, but he makes her want to prove something.
taemin lets out a choked moan when suzy presses herself up against him, grinding slowly. she looks up at him from, eyes dark and hooded as she curls a hand around his neck, bringing his lips close to hers.
he finds himself breathless and waiting for her to close the distance.
suzy feels the heat of his gaze, the hard planes of his chest against hers, the way his fingers trace patterns on the small of her back, and nearly falls over the edge.
but she doesn't, and suzy almost chuckles at the surprised look on taemin's face (it reminds her of how young he acutally is, how young they both were) when she pulls back, smirking wickedly.
"my name" she licks her lips, and taemin nearly groans. "is suzy. and you better get it right, if you want to stick around tonight"
(they dance under the dim lights, all hands and hips and suzy nearly lets him get to third base before leaving him hard and unsatisfied in front of miss A's dorm.
after all, she is the virginal little maknae.)
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taemin/suzy
r, 724w
taemin is mean, he's bad and snarky and bitter and jaded, but he makes her want to prove something.
-
suzy stumbles in her ridiculously high heels, steadying herself against the bar counter. the music pounds, thrumming in her veins, and the air is thick with bodies hiding under the anonymity of darkness.
it's raw and sensual, and it takes suzy's breath away.
taemin smirks, sliding up to her. he motions to the bartender, and suzy's eyes widen when two shots are pushed towards them, the amber liquid taunting her.
"bottoms up, sueji" he whispers against her cheek, his lips barely brushing her earlobe before he takes one and swigs it back in one go.
suzy shivers, the short, tight black dress suddenly feeling far too constricting for her self-conscious sixteen-year-old self. she fingers the glass, pale pink fingernails tapping against the countertop. taemin raises an eyebrow, leaning against the counter and exposing his lean forearms.
"you know, sueji, the point of this whole 'take me out, make me bad' night was to make you bad. if you're going to be backing out, i need to know - because i won't stop" his eyes darken, pools of jet black as suzy trembles under his intense gaze.
the music blares in the silence between them, before suzy takes a deep breath and the tequila slides down her throat and it burns but it feels like she's accomplished something.
suzy splutters, blinking away tears as taemin chuckles, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"looks like the virginal little maknae has some spunk" he drawls.
"looks like the douchebag has some class" she shoots back, the alcohol fuelling the spark he's ignited.
taemin blinks, before throwing his head back and laughing. the smooth column of his neck looks warm and inviting and the way his adam's apple moves makes suzy want to lean over and lick it.
"you're learning" he grins, before tugging her towards the dancefloor.
suzy nearly trips when a hand on the small of her back steadies her. she peers up through her eyelashes to find taemin staring down at her, the curve of his lips sending shivers down her spine.
"careful sueji, people might take advantage of a pretty little thing like you" he murmurs, before pulling her flush against his chest.
suzy feels something inside her swell, burning and threatening to take over her entire being. when she had decided to revamp her image as part of miss A's new slutty concept (it was called 'urban chic mature', but everyone knew better), she hadn't expected SHINee's innocent maknae to take her up on the challenge.
apparently, SHINee's innocent maknae wasn't so innocent after all, judging by amount of clubbing and drinking and smoking he did, despite his baby face and age.
suzy sways awkwardly to the pumping music, arms stiffly placed around taemin's neck. he raises an eyebrow, before leaning in to press a butterfly kiss against the hollow of her throat.
"loosen up, sueji. you're not fooling anyone, even in that dress. everyone here can tell you're a frigid little bitch" his voice is smooth and velvety despite the harsh, biting words.
it makes it sting even more, and suzy sucks in a sharp breath. taemin is mean, he's bad and snarky and bitter and jaded, but he makes her want to prove something.
taemin lets out a choked moan when suzy presses herself up against him, grinding slowly. she looks up at him from, eyes dark and hooded as she curls a hand around his neck, bringing his lips close to hers.
he finds himself breathless and waiting for her to close the distance.
suzy feels the heat of his gaze, the hard planes of his chest against hers, the way his fingers trace patterns on the small of her back, and nearly falls over the edge.
but she doesn't, and suzy almost chuckles at the surprised look on taemin's face (it reminds her of how young he acutally is, how young they both were) when she pulls back, smirking wickedly.
"my name" she licks her lips, and taemin nearly groans. "is suzy. and you better get it right, if you want to stick around tonight"
(they dance under the dim lights, all hands and hips and suzy nearly lets him get to third base before leaving him hard and unsatisfied in front of miss A's dorm.
after all, she is the virginal little maknae.)
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