"I win," you cheer while Taemin groans, throwing his controller onto the bed beside him and falling backwards, covering his eyes and waiting for the torturous dare that you'll come up with.
"How do you keep winning?" He groans, kicking his feet out childishly and causing you to giggle at his response.
You stand up, walking over to the stereo and flicking through your phone which is connected to it, "because, even though I don't have super powers that help me save the world, I do have the practiced knowledge on how to play Tekken and not button bash like a certain someone." You feel extremely proud of yourself because Taemin is better than you in nearly every way possible: running faster than Usain Bolt, he knows nearly every single style of martial arts and hell, he can even fly but one thing Taemin can't do to save his own life is win against you in video games.
"What do I have to do this time?" He sits up and looks at you, seeing the glint in your eyes and knowing that it spells trouble for him.
Honestly, he's faced some wicked bad guys since becoming a superhero but you seem to blow all those fishes out of the water when you get an idea.
"I want a lap dance," you speak clearly, making sure he hears you correctly - which he does, super hearing - but that doesn't stop him from looking like you've told him you believe in aliens.
"A...a what?"
"A. Lap. Dance." You enunciate every word and Taemin still looks dumbstruck by your choice in his punishment. "I know that you can dance, I've seen you and so, I want you to give me a lap dance."
You press play on the song and take a seat on the two seater couch that's in your room and wait for your best friend to get up and give you what you want. It takes Taemin a little while to compose himself and walks towards you, hips swaying to the beat of the sensual song you decided to play. It's like something inside him changes because within moments, he's gone from your best friend complaining about losing, to straddling your hips and dancing on your lap like he was paid to do it.
A grin spreads across his lips as he watches you swallow, hands gripping the couch cushion tightly as your heart begins to race, "I bet you didn't think this through," he speaks lowly, rolling his hips and looking into your eyes. "I bet you didn't think I'd be this good."
You hated how right he was but couldn't find it in yourself to argue. Damn Taemin and his teasing ways, even when this was meant to be causing him suffering - all he's done is caused you to suffer more.
Though, you don't want him to stop.
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Drabble Collection #2
FanfictionVarious drabbles collected from my Tumblr. May contain various drabbles if it follows a particular story arc/muse drabbles. Titles will contain: idol, group, au, M for mature Note: I no longer write mature themes for Kim Jongdae, anything mature is...