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Sweet thing

Pairing: Seungmin stray kids (dom) x reader (sub)

WC: 1151

Warnings: Hypno kink, use of toys, crying kink, overstimulaton. Hybrid AU!

You were such a sweet thing, how could he not play with you

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"Cum, again!"

And you did so; because Seungmin commanded.

Whatever Seungmin asked you to do you were to do it, and you wanted to do it.

There was a part of you deep within that wanted to obey his every word like a lifeline.

If Seungmin asked you to drop deeper then you were to drop deeper.

If Seungmin asked you to stop touching then you were to stop touching.

So how did you get yourself in this situation where you obeyed his every word?

It's simple, you asked him too.

"Hi gorgeous how was work?" Seungmin asked you, as he watched you practically slam the front door closed. "not good I presume?" he mused, walking over to you.

It was a new day and age where hybrids were actually treated with respect and were actually allowed to have jobs since a new notion was passed. The notion was only passed 2 years ago so you've only had a job for a small amount of time and being a bunny hybrid came with its challenges.

Hybrids were now treated with respect, but that was only the majority of people. There were still some people out there who hated the hybrids and wished they never existed. One of those annoying people happened to be your manager, and he only hired you because discrimination against hybrids was now against the law. That didn't mean he made your life easy at work.

Your manager never liked how you always had to have a few days off a month for your heat cycle. Nor did he like that your emotions were heightened which meant when you were angry you were mad and when you were sad you were depressed however when you were happy you were overjoyed.

You had a laugh that lightened up every room which was one of the many reasons Seungmin fell in love with you. Your ability to trust him completely was another.

"Minnie" you cried into his chest while he rubbed your back slowly.

"Shh sweet thing, it's ok I'm here" Seungmin replied with a frown on his face, he had to do something.

"Please just take over for a while, it hurts and I want it to stop" you sobbed, chest heaving at the remembrance of what happened today.

"Of course sweetness. Let's take a breath yeah, In for 4..."

Seungmin was trying his best to calm you down, while also planning what to do when he took over.

Whenever you asked him to take over, it meant that you wanted him to completely take over your every thought, action, and word. It was a part of a hybrids need to be submissive at times but it also helped you to relieve sadness and stress.

Seungmin had no objections to this, he quite enjoyed whenever you asked him to do this. Seungmin had a kink for hypnosis, he just loved the way you trusted him so much so that he could do this.

Once Seungmin had gotten you into the position he wanted you in (on the floor on your knees) and he had you naked for him that's when the fun started.

"You are such a sweet thing, a sweet plaything, drop for me sweet thing" Seungmin started, and he smiled when he saw you hunch over slightly, lips parting.

"Take a deep breath sweet thing, hold it for 10 seconds and when you let it out you will drop again. Breathe in, 1 2 3..."

Seungmin continued to say things like this until he noticed that you had dropped a significant amount and were in a deep enough trance to start commanding other things.

Seungmin already had everything he needed in the room, so he could get started right away.

Dildos don't stick very well on carpet which is why he bought one small square of fake flooring so that a dildo could stick to that. After placing the attachment on the floor and commanding you to sit on it; he grabbed the other things. Seungmin grabbed a riding crop, wand vibrator, and a chair to sit on so he can watch it all.

Seungmin turns the vibrating dildo on without warning and it has you yelping in surprise, but all Seungmin does in response is ask you to drop again.

"Feel the pleasure spread through you, and drop deeper sweet thing"

You obeyed his every word, but if there ever was hesitation even for a second he would smack one of your boobs with the riding crop.

"I told you to drop darling" he spoke in a tone that had dominance laced all through it. You shook once more, gasps and small moans were your only source of sound now.

"I think it's time we amp this up don't you darling, drop"

This is where the wand vibrator came in, he wanted you to feel the most amount of pleasure possible.

Seungmin is quick to place it directly on your clit and turn it on to its most intense setting, which almost makes you scream with how loud you sound.

"That's a good girl, such a sweet thing, edge for me sweet thing"

All of the pleasure amounts, getting more and more strong until you feel that you might tip over, but you don't tip over just yet.

"Continue edging sweet thing, I want it to hurt. I want you to be crying with the need to cum" Seungmin lands a few harsh smacks to your boobs, red imprints where he landed them.

You started crying almost instantly, you had buzzing inside of you and buzzing outside of you and you just wanted to cum so bad.

"Drop again sweet thing, and cum"

You practically exploded, finally giving permission to fall off the edge. You sob as you spasm around the dildo, but it doesn't end here.

The buzzing continues, the dildo is turned to its highest setting so that now both devices are turned to its highest setting.

"Cum, again!"

And you cum again, this time seems even more intense than the first one.

"Continue cuming!"

You gasp and moan weakly, everything feels too much but oh so amazing.

"Beautiful darling. Be a good girl and cum once more"

Seungmin doesn't stop until you've cum for the 5th time, openly sobbing so loudly he thinks the neighbours might here, and shaking even when the buzzing stops.

"Such a good girl for me, you did so well, calm down" was another command he often used before he started the wake-up process.

You thanked Seungmin once awake, telling him that you felt much better now. Seungmin did believe that you felt better but that didn't stop him from running you a bath and softly washing you with continued praise and affection.

It had been a very intense night for you, but he didn't mind putting you back together so he could hear your laugh once again.

Back At It Again

Paring: Seungmin x Bangchan sister!reader

Genre: smut

Summary: Seungmin is always gonna find a way to piss Chan off.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I just spilled water on my computer so far it hasn't done anything yet. (Also this fic is pretty short)

Seungmin was such a menace to Bang Chan that nothing surprised him anymore. Seungmin had been the one to start all the pranks, the fights, and even the group's infamous nickname, "The Troublemaker." So, when Seungmin started showing an interest in Bang Chan's sister, Y/n, it didn't really register as anything out of the ordinary.

Y/n and Seungmin had been secretly dating for a while now, sneaking around behind Chan's back. They would meet up in Y/n's room when the coast was clear, and their time together was always passionate and intense. One afternoon, while Seungmin was over at Y/n's house, they decided to take their relationship to the next level.

As they kissed and undressed each other, Seungmin's hands roamed over Y/n's smooth skin, eventually finding their way to her tight pussy. He slipped a finger inside, feeling her wetness as she moaned into their kiss. His touch ignited a fire in her, and she arched her back, wanting more. Seungmin could tell that she was ready for him, so he positioned himself between her legs and slowly pushed his hard cock into her wetness.

Y/n let out a gasp as she felt him filling her, the pain turning to pleasure as he began to thrust inside her. Her room shook with the force of their passion, and she wrapped her legs around Seungmin's waist, urging him to go faster. His thrusts were deep and powerful, each one causing her to cry out in ecstasy.

Seungmin's fingers dug into her hips, holding her tightly against him as he pounded into her, lost in the heat of the moment. He could feel her walls start to tighten around him, and he knew she was close. "I'm gonna come, baby," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

Y/n moaned his name, her head thrown back as she felt the intense pleasure building inside her. She arched her back, meeting his thrusts with her own, their bodies moving in perfect sync. As the climax neared, she tightened her legs around Seungmin, urging him on, desperate for the release that only he could give her.

Bang Chan, who had just entered the house, suddenly realized what was going on. He'd heard the moans and the shaking of the walls, and when he walked into the room, there was no mistaking what he saw: Seungmin was fucking his sister. For a moment, Chan was frozen in shock, unable to process the scene before him.

Seungmin's eyes widened when he saw Chan standing in the doorway, but instead of panicking, he merely smirked. "Oh, hey, Chan," he said casually, not bothering to hide the lust in his voice. Y/n's face flushed red with embarrassment, but she couldn't pull away from Seungmin's thrusts.

Chan felt a mixture of anger, betrayal, and hurt wash over him as he watched Seungmin continue to pound into his sister. He turned and stormed out of the room, unable to process what had just happened. As he closed the door behind him, he could still hear the muffled moans and the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin.

Later that night, as everyone else in the house slept, Chan couldn't help but replay the scene in his mind. He felt guilty for invading their privacy, but he was also furious with Seungmin for taking advantage of his sister like that. He knew that Y/n had feelings for Seungmin, but he never thought she would actually go through with it.

Whoopsies, guess im falling in love with a sk! 🤷‍♀️

10000/10 would recommend this read 👌💕

serial killer!Kim Seungmin/afab reader

WC: ~10k

RATING: mature/explicit/mdni—contains: rough sex, manipulation, strangulation, blood, implied drugging, murder

SYNOPSIS: you walk into Seungmin’s life, and disrupt everything

DEITY INTRO

The smell of smoke reaches his nose, and the craving comes on so suddenly, and so strong…he hates this, not being able to control something so small. He doesn't have much control at all, if he thinks about it. He hasn't had any real control in years—just the illusion of it. The first chance Seungmin gets, he disappears into a convenience store, and he walks back out with a pack of cigarettes clenched in one hand. He bites down on a fresh book of matches as he bounces it against the heel of his palm, eyes still carefully scanning the streets as he unwraps the plastic and pops one between his lips.

The sound of the match against the striker strip is enough to calm his nerves, but the first slow drag quiets his mind and numbs the itch in his limbs. The part of his brain that doesn't shut up when it's time likes to smoke lately, it seems, so he listens. More of his illusion.

Just as he pulls in another lungful, you breeze past him, head down, eyes glued to your phone. Seungmin can see exactly what you're doing—looking at a map as you walk, probably a little lost, and you’re mumbling quietly. Scolding yourself, maybe, but taking your time and obviously trying to keep it together. He wonders just how lost you are, but he doesn't move right away…he’s smarter than that. That itch returns very quickly, despite the cigarette, and his legs shake a little with the anticipation of following behind. Lucky for him, you stop and duck under the awning for some shade, and probably to get your bearings.

He likes the way you look.

You feign confidence, and you really are doing a great job of fitting in and acting like you know where you are—where you need to go. If anyone else was nearby, they wouldn't even suspect you needed help. And you’re pretty. Seungmin thinks you probably don’t know that, not here, so out of your element. You are, though.

Just as he moves to approach you, you lift your gaze, and your eyes find his. Seungmin freezes for a moment, then slowly takes the cigarette from him lips. “Hello,” he smiles and turns away a little to blow out his smoke. “I’m sorry, I can…” he discards it, then turns back, hoping your eyes are still on him.

He was a little rushed this morning, his hair dryer broke, and he spilled an entire iced coffee on his way out the door. Going out today didn’t seem like the best idea, but he figured he would at least make the attempt, and try again tomorrow if he had to. Seungmin is very glad he tried today. You still look up at him with keen, hopeful eyes when he turns to face you again.

“…put this out.” He tries English—it’s the only western language he knows. “Do you need help reading your map?”

Still, you stare…silent. If you don’t speak English or Korean, he’s out of luck, and he’ll have to drag himself back home, alone, and crawl into bed until tomorrow.

“Yes…thank you”

He sighs internally, and smiles softly at you. Once again, his looks (and his fluent English) get him what he wants. Seungmin doubts you would have taken the help if that first look didn't get something moving in you. He could see it in your eyes. “Where are you headed? I might be more useful than that map.”

Still, you hesitate for a brief moment, “...my apartment. I took the bus, and I missed it coming back. But I think I’m almost there. I’m just a little anxious, and I’m being stupid…”

“No, you’re not. Have you been here long? In Seoul?”

“About a week”

“No, not stupid. What’s the address?”

/ / /

“Stay close, we can probably get the whole way across.” He looks back at you, and slows enough for you to catch up to his long strides. “No, maybe not,” he takes your wrist in his hand, and it’s unnecessary, because you stop with him. It’s a good start…the first touch. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you glance at him, and then to his hand wrapped around you, “I think I know where I’m at now.”

“You think?”

“I think”

“I’ll take you to your building. You don’t have to invite me up…promise.”

It’s another two blocks before you finally see it, and the sight of it is a relief. Seungmin can almost feel the tension leave your body as you approach it, but there’s a long moment of silence between you when you finally get there.

Eventually, you unfreeze yourself and speak,“thank you for your help…uh, what should I call you?”

“Thank you for letting me help. You can call me Seungmin.” He smiles shyly when he says his name.

“Seungmin, is it okay if do?”

“Do what?” He already knows what you’re getting at, but he cocks his head and bites his lip.

“Invite you up. I’m sure you have better things to do, though.”

Seungmin loves the flush in your cheeks when you ask. The nervous energy that left you returns, and it gets his blood pumping everywhere it needs to—his heartbeat jumps, and he hopes his cheeks pink up a little bit, too. “No, that’s been my best offer all day.” He knows he can’t do anything here, but this is also an unusual feeling—visiting the home of a potential victim. It's not necessary, and it's very personal...and it's a little bit awkward.

“This is cute.” Seungmin stands in one spot, and examines the tiny apartment. It’s simple, and still a little plain, but you’ve barely had time to settle. He can picture the twin size bed you’re sleeping on, and how the two of you would barely fit; the commotion you’d make…the mess. The thought sends a jolt of pleasure through him, and he feels himself getting hard as he watches you stare so intensely.

“What?” He smirks. You smile back, so Seungmin lets his grow a little wider.

“Do you want some coffee? You look like a coffee person.”

“I am, I would love some”

/ / /

“You’re a long way from home,” Seungmin says over the rim of his mug, casually scanning every part of you as he does—your bare feet shuffling on the area rug; your legs, easy to admire in the tight leggings you’re wearing; body sinking comfortably into the squishy couch. He sits up and turns himself toward you a little more. “May I ask why?”

“Work. But I think I’m very under-qualified for the position…I took it to get away from my old life, and my ex.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Bad breakup?”

“Bad enough…I’m sure things could’ve been worse”

If he can find out when the break-up happened, Seungmin can figure out just how vulnerable you still are. “If it was worth coming this far, I’m sure it was bad.” Reaching out right now and grabbing your throat would be so, so easy. It would be nothing; his hands would wrap perfectly around your delicate neck. He can almost feel the snap of your hyoid, your pulse as it speeds up; slows down; stops completely. Vulnerable, but still guarded—soft, sad eyes, and nervous fingers tapping against the mug, turned slightly away from him.

Still, when you look at him again, you light up a little. “My turn…what were you doing smoking outside a GS25 all alone this morning? I’m very glad you were there…just curious.”

“Oh…” Seungmin actually laughs at that—a genuine laugh. He wasn’t prepared for such a blunt question. “People watching, I guess. I like to observe.” He notices your eyes wondering over him, the same as he did to you, only you’re a lot little less subtle about it. “What is it?”

“What do you do for a living?”

A living. What does he do for a living? He doesn’t do anything except survive day to day within his careful, tedious routine. He’s a trust-fund baby, thank god. Seungmin can’t imagine having to work a day job, deal with the public, wear a mask every moment of the day just to get by.

“I make music…write, produce. Independently. Nothing major, but it pays the bills.” It’s not his usual lie, but it seems fitting for you. It’s not even a lie, because Seungmin does make music—music that has ever seen the light of day.

“You sing?”

Seungmin nods, puts on another shy smile for you. “Yeah, I do. Mostly for myself, though.” He’s not used to fielding so many personal questions so quickly, because by now, someone has their mouth on something. Or something in it. The thought gives him another twinge in his groin, and he almost whines along with his sigh.

Now is probably a good time to get more information, but his dick continues to distract him. “Uhm, what was your promotion? What do you do?” Not this information, but he has to start somewhere.

“Nothing very exciting. Customer relations for a cosmetics company. I don’t like it very much, but it pays well enough, and I’m here now.”

“Is that where you went this morning?” It’s almost too nosy, but he goes with it. “Sorry, that’s not really my business.”

“No, it’s okay. I was coming back from Dongguk University. I’m taking language classes."

He takes the opportunity to switch to Korean, “good…so you don’t speak any Korean?”

And all you can do is stare back, clueless. “I think I caught a word,” you laugh when he grins at you.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you”

An exchange of phone numbers, the promise of dinner, and Seungmin is on his way back home. Empty handed, yes, but he already has a plan unfolding in his mind. A few times before, he’s deliberately taken his time—did the cat and mouse thing, or more appropriately for him, a dog with a bone. It’s usually not by choice, though. He may have to find another in the meantime; something quick and easy to hold him over. Rushing things with you won't satisfy him.

“Wow, this is…great,” the girl turns and gives Seungmin a heavy, confident look. She only has one thing on her mind, but he’s alright with getting straight to the point. “How about the bedroom?” So why does the eagerness almost turn him off? It’s a stark contrast to what you just gave him, and to what anyone else ever gives him. The dates he picks up don’t want coffee and conversation.

There is no foreplay—not a single touch until his pants are undone and on the floor, but she goes for his shirt, and Seungmin grabs for her wandering hands.

“What’s wrong…self-conscious?” She slips one under and runs her fingertips across his ribs.

He has to tilt his head to the side to avoid her lips. “No, I’m not.”

“You are a little skinny, but that’s okay”

The gasp the girl makes when he grabs the side of her neck, the little bit of fear in her eyes, is what finally gets him completely hard. He squeezes, just enough to not be threatening, and she relaxes for a moment.

“Sorry…sorry, just teasing,” she smiles a little, and her eyes dart from the window, and then back to him.

“Get on your knees”

She does so without hesitation, but Seungmin turns and walks away before she has a chance to touch again. There wasn’t much prep for this, so he has to be careful, and he has to be quiet, so he stares absently into the drawer of his bedside table for a few long moments. Handcuffs could be helpful, but the gag might be even better. He opts for the handcuffs, and when the girl sees them dangling from his finger, she smiles. “Okay, I like kinky…are those for me?”

Seungmin nods, and very gently secures one of her wrists. The other end snaps around the bedpost. Now she reaches her free hand toward him and gets a handful of dick, and he lets her touch.

“Are you gonna be a tease now? Take these off.”

A hand comes down fast, and again she gasps as he tightens his grip around her throat. She grabs for him and claws at his skin, but it does nothing. His grip still tightens, even as her nails cut and a thin line of blood starts to form. Seungmin relaxes, and then lets go.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She coughs and pulls at the cuff, but it's not going anywhere. “Get this off of me. Now."

None of this is new for him, and most of the time, his jobs aren't easy. Last time, he was lucky. "No," Seungmin laughs and pulls his shirt over his head, but just as he's about to return to his drawer for something new, he hears his phone buzz in the pocket of his discarded jeans.

"Take these off…please"

"Not yet, relax"

"But you will? What are you gonna do? I'm sorry I teased you…please, you can do whatever you want, but—"

"But? I can do whatever I want, but what?"

The fear in her eyes is enough of an answer, but another buzz of his phone distracts her for the briefest moment. "Please let me go. We can just pretend this never happened.”

Seungmin goes for his phone this time, "no, I don’t do that," and stares at the number for a few seconds before recognizing it, because he didn't add you to his contacts. He's not even sure he should.

Hi! I just wanted to thank you again for being so kind. I haven't had any really nice interactions with anyone until I met you today. And there is a place a block way from me that I've been wanting to try since I got here, if you're still interested.

Seungmin doesn't catch himself grinning, but his guest does. "Good news?" She asks. "Look, this was just a date gone bad. I'm not into whatever kinky shit you're into.”

He's bored. To be honest, he's been bored since he got this girl back to the apartment, so this may not do the job as well as he was expecting—he’s already starting to get soft. But letting someone go? Seungmin doesn't do that. The phone gets tossed onto the bed as he makes his way back to his drawer, and this time, he knows what he needs. The girl gasps and screams as soon as she sees the glint of the blade against the lamplight—the gag definitly would have helped, but it's too late now. The neighbors are mosty likely at work, at least.

The rattle of the cuffs against the bedpost is annoying, and Seungmin thinks for a moment that it might actually break. "You need to relax, and you need to be quiet. This…" he gestures to her antics, "this is not helping either of us."

"Fuck you, you're gonna burn in hell"

That's the last thing she says. There is one more reach, and one more scratch of her nails (right across his cheek), but she gives in as soon as the knife slides neatly between her ribs. One last hitch in her throat, one last exhale, and the light fades from her eyes. Exactly what he needed.

"I know"

/ / /

I am still interested. I wonder if we're thinking of the same place.

He sends that off and thinks, but the first text is more of a challenge to acknowledge.

I'm glad I could be your first.

It doesn't sound quite right to him, but maybe that's a good thing. He sends that, too.

Now he looks to the lifeless body on his floor. The blood has soaked through her clothes, and onto the area rug where she was kneeling. Seungmin suddenly remembers why he hates doing things this way. Okay, no blood for a while, he thinks as he begins to conceal the body. He has a long day ahead of him now.

The week passes slowly, and Seungmin spends it hidden away in his bedroom. He wrote a little, and he forced himself to sing last night, but aside from that, he's just existed beneath the warmth of his blankets. One more text came from you a few days ago, but he hasn't bothered looking at it yet. Ignoring his phone has been a test for himself, and he has done pretty well at not thinking about what you said.

That can't last forever, though. Seungmin doesn't think you're going to lose interest that easily. He knows you won't. And besides, he's hungry. It's time to get out of bed.

I'm free all day on Thursday

Fuck, today is Thursday. Seungmin sits up in bed and stares at the screen, thinks…wonders if chasing you will be worth it in the end. What if he spends all of this time on you, and it doesn’t fill the need he’s expecting it to? What if it’s just like the last one? He starts to type.

I am free today. I'm sorry I took so long to reply. I understand if you made other plans.

No, it can’t be as bad as that one.

Lunch. Maybe a walk, if it's not to cold for you. Back to the apartment. It's not time, though. The feeling hasn't quite returned yet, and it won't feel right if he does this now. Maybe today isn't the day.

I'm still free. Let me know when!

But lunch wouldn't hurt. Seungmin needs you here, in this apartment, if he's going to do this right. He needs you comfortable with him.

I can get dressed and head to your building. Half an hour? Meet me outside.

/ / /

You dressed up for him. He's still a half a block away, and you’re turned in the opposite direction, but he can tell that you put some thought and effort into your outfit. Seungmin looks the same as he typically does; black jeans, black sneakers, a Carhartt jacket over a loose fitting t-shirt. Not much effort, really, but…

"Hi!" You examine him, not so subtly, starting from his dark parted hair, all the way down his long, slender legs. The smile on your face grows when you meet his eyes again. "How was your walk?"

Now it's beginning to feel like a date, and it’s very obvious that you’re attracted to him. There’s no doubt you would’ve looked at him the same had he arrived in the sweatpants he had on in bed this morning. "Very nice. How was the trip from your apartment?"

Seungmin gets a genuine laugh out of you. “It was great, I was very excited to get down here and see you.”

Excited to see him. Okay. Seungmin is used to the attention, but he isn’t as used to the cute, innocent flirting. He sees your cheeks blush before you drop your gaze.

“You lead the way”

He nods, and brushes by you very gently.

Lunch is perfectly normal; a real date. Seungmin learns a little more about you, and you learn a few more exaggerated, somewhat true things about him. The breakup between you and your ex was recent—only six weeks ago. The move was actually the catalyst for ending things. You confessed to him that you’re still unsure if it was the right thing to do, but you are beginning to like living in Seoul already. Maybe because of him. You thanked him again for his help, so Seungmin starts to wonder if simple kindness isn’t something you’re used to. Getting it from him seems a little ironic.

“Would you like to take a walk?” The second part of his plan already seems to be in motion, because you walked right by your building without even realizing. “There’s a nice park I like to visit about a half a mile that way, and a cafe a little closer, actually.”

“Either sounds good"

“Or, my apartment is closer than both. And I have a very nice coffee bar. And a regular bar, if you prefer.”

He hears your soft laugh, and he can picture you blushing again. A no wouldn’t surprise him, though—going straight to his apartment was beginning to feel like a stretch, but he has to ask. After all, you did invite him up fifteen minutes into knowing him.

"Are you gonna make me a homeade latte?"

"Whatever you desire"

/ / /

Seungmin waits for you to give him a surprised look as soon as he leads you through his front door, just like everyone else does, but you don’t. You’re quiet as you take your shoes off and look around, and you don’t make a sound until he speaks up.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get the espresso machine going.”

“You must do good work”

“I wouldn’t say that. My dad left me a lot when he died, so I can’t take any credit for it.” Why did he say that? He had no reason to tell the truth, and yet, it slipped right out.

Now you do give him a look—a sad, apologetic one. “Well, I’m sure you still do good work.”

Seungmin keeps his mouth shut as he flips a switch and grinds the coffee beans. You don’t say anything else, but he watches you watching him carefully from the corner of his eye as he works. He makes one for himself, too, and as he walks to join you, a reflection on the hardwood makes him stop in his tracks. A small, silver earring is shining up at him, and he silently scolds himself for his sloppy cleanup. How did he miss that all week? He did stay in bed for most of that time, but he has never, not once, left something behind. It looks clean, at least...no blood.

“What’s wrong?” You look to where he’s looking, and you see whatever has him frozen. A small silver hoop earring.

“Uh, nothing…” he sets both coffees down on the table and tries to ignore it, but he can’t. Besides, you’ve seen it, and he can’t just leave it there. Seungmin wonders if he left something even more damning in the apartment as he bends to pick it up.

“One of your dates lost something?” You say it casually…just an observation, “I assume you have a lot of them coming and going.” But Seungmin looks ready to defend himself.

“No…no, I don’t. Not that often, really.” He slips it into his pocket. “How is your drink. I can make another if it’s not quite right.”

“It looks good,” you pick it up and hold it under your nose, “smells good,” and take a slow, careful sip. It’s hot, but just the right amount of hot. “It’s very good, thank you.”

He sits down, and his knee grazes against yours. You hold still and watch his hand run down his thigh, follow his arm up to his shoulder—to his neck, where his loose t-shirt reveals some collarbone, soft and tan. Seungmin is staring right through you, and he doesn't seem to realize it. The movement of his eyes is hypnotizing, and they're so big and dark, you feel like they could swallow you whole.

Just when you think he's going to reach for his coffee, his hand lifts toward you, and everything moves in slow motion—Seungmin's tongue pokes out to wet his lips, he bites down on it a little…and his fingertips just barely graze the far side of your neck.

You shake free of your trance and move back.

"Sorry"

"It's alright," you take another long sip of your coffee and avoid his gaze, but you can feel him staring at you. Hard. You look around his big, well decorated apartment and suddenly wonder how you ended up here with a man you hardly know, inches from him, his eyes eating away at you.

He's not sure why he went for that touch. Curiousity, maybe. Your skin looks soft, it is soft, and though he has no overwhelming urges at the moment, he still wants to to know how your skin feels squeezed against his palms, and pinched between his fingers. The image gives him a pleasant twinge in his stomach, and he doesn't even think about the possibility of his dick growing in his jeans right here and now. Today, nothing will happen, and if he scares you off now, he’ll never get you here alone again. It’s not a risk worth taking.

“I am…please forgive me. I don’t know why I did that. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“I don’t.” It’s a little bit of a lie, but he seems sincere. It’s easier to relax and take a deep breath now that he’s up and making a little bit of distance between you. Still, you admire him from this angle—his long, slender legs, perfect in proportion to the rest of him. Broad shoulders, and a strong looking back that you can see when the light hits his white t-shirt just right.

His face is soft, his jaw is strong, and his skin pretty, but not quite perfect. Seungmin looks like a piece of art come to life, and he’s here with to you. Talking to you. Staring at you. Reaching out to touch you.

There has to be something wrong with him.

“Are you okay?”

“Hm? Yes, I’m okay”

“I asked if you wanted to see the balcony”

There is no doubt he caught you admiring him. The grin on his face warms your cheeks…it warms your entire body. “Yeah, sure”

The balcony is in his bedroom.

Very cautiously, you walk through the doorway, but you’re not sure why you’re still on edge. So far, Seungmin has been sweet and thoughtful…maybe a little odd, but not so odd that it should concern you. Regardless of how handsome he is, maybe he really doesn’t go on many dates, or even get out of this apartment very often…his room is dark and moody, maybe more of a reflection of his mind than anything else in the apartment. Everything looks expensive—the high windows, the lighting, the music equipment in the corner. His bed is oversized and covered in soft pillows, and an old stuffed dog sits right in the middle. It looks like it’s seen better days. Seungmin doesn’t stop to show you around, though. He heads straight for the balcony.

“You’re not afraid of heights?”

You shake your head.

“Good. It’s a nice view.”

It is a nice view, because he’s almost at the very top. The wind gusts a few times as you stand there, and the air is chilly, but Seungmin stands to your side and blocks most of it. His eyes burn into you again, and you’re starting to like it.

“I should probably go.” Another lie. There is no reason to leave, and you don’t want to, but if you do stay, something will certainly happen.

“Oh, of course…I can call a ride for you”

And you want something to happen. Being in his room, within falling distance of his bed, is driving you a little bit crazy. His big, soft eyes are driving you crazy. But you barely know him, and you’ve barely settled into your new life. Feeling vulnerable isn’t new, but you’re extra vulnerable right now, and you know what can happen when you feel that way.

/ / /

Someone else will come along, and he’ll be fine. Eventually, he’ll come across another perfect one, and when he does, he won’t drag his feet and fuck things up. You were right here, inches from him…more than within reach, and Seungmin is not used to failing at getting his way. Maybe he missed something. Seungmin isn’t completely aloof when it comes to emotions and reading them on people, but he doesn’t typically bother with it, and he isn’t the best at it.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to dwell on it too long. You send him a text right before he begins to doze off that night...

Thank you for lunch today, and the walk…and coffee. Sorry I ended everything so quickly, it was nothing personal. I would like to see you again.

Okay, everything is fine. Just a little overreaction on his part. He just…scared you off? Came on a little too strong with the neck touch, more than likely. It didn't seem like much, but you're obviously a little reticent.

I would like to see you again

No reply to that, but a heart pops up next to his message after it sends.

He drags himself to the other end of the street, but he's tired. Sleep hasn't come easily the past few days, and the nightmares that come and go have returned…the same ones—the old shed, the soft, rain soaked ground, and the earth covering his father's hands when he reaches out for Seungmin. There's more, so much more, but it always comes in pieces. Maybe tonight he'll get another piece.

For now he focuses on the woman entering the bar, and he's certain he's going to lose her in there on a busy Saturday night. The urges have returned, and the sleepless nights haven't made things any easier, so he has to do something, and this half-hearted chase helps a litte bit. You haven't said a word since Thursday, and if you don't by tomorrow morning, he might just come and find you himself. If that's the case, he doesn't even need to pursue this one—he can go back home, take a hot shower, make a strong drink, and finish his nightmare.

“Seungmin?”

His heart jumps into his throat.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you”

It’s you. It’s your soft, lilting voice, and your pleasant accent. He turns and your eyes connect, but his heart still continues to pound. “Hi, what are doing so far from home?” Very far. He ventured a little further out of his comfort zone this time around. Running into you this far from home can't be a coincidence, even if Seungmin doesn't believe in things like that.

“You first”

“Oh, uh…trying to be social, I guess”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me the truth.” You smile at his smirk. “A few of my classmates dragged me along, but I’m over it already. I don’t usually stay up this late.”

“I can ride home with you, if you’d like. Unless I can convince you to have a drink with me first.”

You think about it, but not for very long. Part of you wants to make up for last time, and for struggling to text him back. “Yes to both. Can we try a different bar?” The other part wants to remain strong.

“Of course, anything you want”

“Your bar?”

But the former part is bigger.

It's a quiet ride back to his place, but it's not an awkward quiet. Seungmin is relaxed, body turned sightly toward you, and you can tell he's watching every subtle movement you make; the fidgeting of your fingers, and the bounce of your knee, the occasional shift to adjust yourself and pull at your sweater. You can't quite figure out what he seems to see in you, and maybe that's part of your hesitation—being a clueless foreigner with a native drinking up every little thing, emphasis on little, that you have to you offer.

He walks ahead of you as you head for the elevator, and it's another opportunity to look at him in the harsh light. The leather jacket he's wearing is a bit big, but it doesn't hide the broadness of his shoulders. Just as you move your eyes down, he begins to take it off and reveal even more. His muscles move delicately beneath the black t-shirt as it slides down his arms, this time a more form-fitting one, tucked loosely into his black jeans. Tiny waist, narrow hips, but just enough ass to grab.

The elevator opens and he turns to you, "don't worry, I won’t keep you up too late."

When you arrived, he did all of the things guy's don't actually do on your dates: pay for the ride, open the door, hold a hand out for you. It was a little bit cheesy, but you're not going to complain about his good manners.

"Do you mind if I change? I can smell the smoke on me."

You shake your head at him, make yourself comfortable on the couch, and listen carefully as he moves around in his bedroom…the slide of a drawer, a door softly opening and closing. He's not in there long, and when he comes out, he looks like a different person.

Seungmin’s face is so striking, and it’s like that no matter what he does to his hair, but he definitely combed everything back with his fingers while he changed. It’s parted just off to the side and pushed away from his eyes, save for a few lose strands, and his eyes are so pretty and intense. The outfit is completely different—a loose fitting t-shirt, a thin white one this time, and sweatpants. It looks so out of place, because the three times you’ve seen him, he was dressed a little more than casual.

A silver Chanel necklace still hangs around his neck, and you wonder if he just forgot about it. “Better?” You stand and take a step toward him, he moves a little closer, but heads toward his small, but elaborate bar.

“Yeah,” he smiles and beckons you . “What do you like to drink?”

“What do you think I like?”

“Oh…good question, let me think,” he very patiently scans over his selection…

Ice in the shaker, cherry soju, coconut vodka—he gives it a shake, never breaking eye contact until he has to grab a glass and pour—he stops and looks around, thinks, then grabs another bottle from under the bar. As soon as he twists the cap off, the sweet smell hits you. Seungmin tops it off with cream soda, and drops in a cherry before sliding it toward you. Then he pours some for himself, minus the soda.

“Is this me as a cocktail?”

He sips his, and you can hear a little laugh from behind the glass. “First impression? Yeah. Is it good?”

“It’s good, it’s sweet…goes down easy”

“Oh, I hope so”

The whole room warms. You feel like you’re on fire. You know you’re blushing, and you might even be grinning like an idiot, but you can’t pull yourself away from his stare. Seungmin bites down on his bottom lip and a smirk slowly tugs at his mouth, and it’s now that you notice how plump and red his lips are. His cheeks turn a little pink, too.

All you can do is clear your throat and shift in the bar stool, but thankfully, Seungmin still has the reigns. He finishes his drink in one swift movement, and you take one more sip as he rounds the bar. The warmth of his hand on your thigh, you do feel that, but everything else is either numb or pulsing with nervous excitement. He spins you to face him, but his hand doesn’t move—it squeezes as he leans in and whispers in your ear.

“Stop fighting against it…just…” he sighs, and it turns to a soft moan. You feel like you could melt right out of this stool and onto the floor. “Don’t make me beg.”

Fuck, your mind went from nothing to everything you want him to do to you, and everything you’ve been wanting to do to him. But you haven’t done anything yet, and you don’t have to. Seungmin hasn’t come off as that type, but god…the way he’s looking at you and gripping your leg. He gently pushes your thighs apart until he can put himself between them, and your eyes drop to the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“Seungmin…uh, fuck…um”

“What? Look at me. Eyes up here.”

The ease at which he makes you listen is surprising. He has you now. The smoke-tinged smell of his skin, the vanilla of his cologne, and the sweet smell of booze on his lips. His eyes soften, and you can’t even begin to imagine resisting that look—from here you can see the little bit of black eyeliner starting to smudge. You don’t even feel yourself reach up and wipe your thumb at the corner of his eye, not until he smiles and wraps his fingers around your wrist.

“I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you what you need.”

No answer will come out, so you squeeze your thighs and hope he can read the look in your eyes. He does. Seungmin grabs your hips and pulls your body into his, lifts you, and doesn’t hesitate once he has you in his arms. He turns and takes you right into the bedroom, and the feeling of being outside of your body is intense. You can feel your legs wrapped tight around his hips, and your arms clinging to his shoulders…you can hear his soft grunts as he keeps you steady against him. He pulls you close right before he drops you, and you get a taste of his skin before you hit the bed.

“Keep your eyes on me”

He pulls his shirt over his head, and you study every inch of him while you can. A long, lean torso—his muscles underneath flex with every shallow breath; his bare shoulders—you count every freckle as your eyes move down his arms; his hands grab his waistband and pull, and his cock bounces out, bigger than anything you’ve taken before, and you’re not even sure he’s fully hard yet.

Seungmin laughs at your reaction. “I’m usually a little more subtle…but,” he stops and looks you over, and his voice turns so sweet, “take something off for me. Please.” He’s never this needy, and he doesn’t usually move so fast, but he’s aching for it. Nine days of teasing him was far too long. “Yeah?,” he purrs as you sit up and slide out of your oversized sweatshirt. “Much better….” He strokes himself as he climbs onto the bed.

As soon as your tank top makes it over your head, and your breasts bounce free, you feel your nipples harden even more. Seungmin groans like a horny teenager. “Good…lie back for me.”

The steadiness of his hands is what you expect from him, though. You know he’s experienced, and you know he wants all the control. He unbuttons the skirt and pulls, leaving you in nothing but your panties—you wore cute ones, the lacy ones, just because. Of course you weren’t expecting to get anything tonight, but you’re so glad you did when you see Seungmin smiling at them…but then he snaps out of his trance.

Fuck, he mumbles and moves back. You watch him hop off the bed, and take another chance to admire his naked body, but he doesn't take long getting into his drawer, grabbing something, and returning to you. The condom is out and on him before you even realize what he was doing, and your panties are gripped and pulled down.

"Open up for me," he coaxes your shy legs apart until he has an eyeful of your throbbing, swollen cunt—good—and his tongue slides hungrily into you, making you gasp. "Soaking wet for me already?" Seungmin looks at you for an answer.

You nod and cautiously run your fingers through his hair, and he leans into it before getting back to work, but he just teases you. Licking and sucking just enough to make your hips move against him for more. You relax and enjoy it while you look around the dark room. The curtains are pulled shut, but you can see a little slice of city through the balcony's sliding door. The built-in shelves in the corner are over flowing with books, records, little trinkets you can't quite make out. There’s a bouquet of fresh purple flowers poking out just enough to see. You reach up and slide your hand across a silky pillow, and your fngers close around it.

"Oh…right there," you whine and take another fistful of hair. "Seungmin, god."

He laughs again, takes your words to heart, and doesn't hold back.

Your eyes squeeze shut, and you try hard to keep your body relaxed as he works, but all you want to do is thrust into him, make more fiction…finish…come hard. Seungmin moans and the vibration runs through you.

"Fuck”

He stops, and lifts his mouth off of you completely…

"No…please"

…and he laughs. "Not yet, not yet."

"So mean," you whimper, "why…"

You force your legs closed, but Seungmin doesn't like that. He grabs each knee and spreads you open again, and he slides himself between your thighs until his cock grazes your sensitive clit.

“Relax…” he comes down and bites the skin on your hip.

“I am,” you lie back and look to your left this time; at the desk, the instruments, everything he uses for work. The bedside table is bare except for a lamp, a pair of glasses you’ve never seen him in, and a silver bracelet…it matches the necklace you feel tickling you as he moves his lips up your body. “I am.” Your fingers tangle in his hair as he gets closer and closer to your throat, your neck. He bites down gently, and the pressure as he pushes himself in is so much more than you prepared for. He doesn’t tease—but he does at least take his time. After a few patient movements, he pushes in, and you whine in pain as he moans in pleasure, pulls out, laughs softly as he pushes in. Again and again.

“Fuck, you feel good”

“Slower…slow down,” your own voice echoes in your head, and you don’t feel like you’re all there. But you watched him make your drink, and he didn’t put anything in it. It’s stupid, but maybe it’s just him, and this room.

“Slow down? Oh, I’m hurting you.” He pushes in and stops, “I don’t wanna hurt you, but...you look so good stretched around my cock,” and pulls out carefully, “so wet.”

“You’re not hurting me…”

“I am”

It takes so much restraint, but Seungmin listens to you, and he’s patient as he pumps in and out. Every few strokes, he moves a little faster, and he knows he finally finds a good pace when you whine for him and squeeze his arms.

“Yeah, you like that?” He whispers and you nod, “you take it so well, fuck.”

His gentle affirmations keep you wet, and the sound you make together, the mess of arousal dripping out of you as he works—Seungmin pushes your thighs apart and takes in every little detail.

It does hurt, and it feels so good at the same time. “Please…”

The soft movements of your breasts distract him, and he takes them in his hands and squeezes. The look on his face is dazed, so full of pleasure. So lost.

“…don’t stop.”

"No." He’s not stopping anytime soon, not when it feels this good. “No, I’m not,” Seungmin speeds up, "I'm gonna break you in two," and slams hard into you, and no, he doesn’t stop, even when you cry out in pain. One hand falls down on your mouth, and the other pushes your shoulder into the bed, making you scream out again, but it’s muffled by his palm.

Your hands jump up and squeezes his forearm, and the other scratches at the hand covering your mouth. You can still breathe through your nose, but just barely. Seungmin doesn’t relax, and he doesn’t let up when you grab his side and dig in. Everything goes numb, but your skin prickles with goosebumps. You’re outside of your body again, looking down at the struggle, and the ceaseless pounding of his hips against yours. Every move he makes knocks even more air out of your lungs. Maybe if he comes, he’ll stop, or at least loosen his hand and let more air into your lungs. Time slows down, and lights pop up in your vision. You’re getting dizzy, and your heart was threatening to explode before he attempted to stifle your moans. Your chest starts to burn as you exhaust yourself.

There’s nothing you can do. Seungmin is stronger than he looks. Fingers squeeze into his arms one last time before the feeling disappears, and you think he finishes just as you let the rest of your body relax. Sleeping, that’s what this feels like. Falling asleep…feeling so tired you can’t possibly keep your eyes open any longer. Something in you needs to say his name one last time when the pressure of his hand is finally gone, but so are you.

/ / /

Seungmin can barely hold his body up, because he can’t remember the last time sex felt that good; the last time he came so hard. It takes a moment for enough blood to return to his brain, and for the post-orgasm bliss to subside enough that he can speak, but when he does, he finally realizes how silent you are.

“Hey, sweetheart…look at me,” he runs a soft thumb across your brow, and wipes away a stray tear running down your temple. Seungmin freezes, and the air catches in his throat. “Open your eyes,” he whispers, taps your pink cheek, and caresses it with a softness he isn’t used to giving out. Nothing happens. He pulls at your chin until your lips part to listen for the movement of air. Still nothing. “Fuck.” The shakiness of his voice surprises him. He climbs off of you and collapses onto his pillows, but his eyes don’t leave your still body. “I didn’t. You fucking idiot, you didn’t…” he’s up again and walking on unsteady legs, still weak from the exertion. Back in his sweatpants, Seungmin climbs onto the bed again and straddles your waist. Your cheeks are still flushed, and your lips, also still very alive looking, stay ever so slightly parted. Still, no air passes through them. He knows his own strength, and he prides himself on his control, but sometimes he does lose himself in the moment. But he kept his hands away from your neck. He very specifically forced that on himself, because this wasn’t the plan tonight.

“Hey,” he moves a piece of hair away from your damp forehead, places his lips against yours for the very first time, and he fills your lungs with air. Once…twice. Nothing. He tries one more time, and after, kisses you softly before returning to his spot on his pillows. The puppy plush falls onto his lap, and he grabs it, “you see that, Daengmo?” he says, and points its face toward you, “I still can’t do anything right.”

The first gasp for air feels like nothing—a useless, struggling breath like you’re still trapped underwater, but your eyes somehow open and see nothing but a blue tinted darkness. Hands clench something soft and slick…silky. Still corporeal after death, that’s the only thought you can create. The second breath fills your lungs and you cough it out, hard. So hard you sit up, and he’s there, holding your face, whispering your name. You try to push back, but you don’t think you actually move. Seungmin’s grip tightens on your shoulder, and he lets you fall back on the bed.

“Stay awake for me,” he says.

“No…no, stop”

“I’m not going to hurt you…I promise”

“Seung—” you feel yourself slipping again, and then his hand is on your bare chest, sliding up and down your sternum. It feels good, and you finally feel like you might be alive. “Seungmin?”

“I’m sorry”

And then you’re truly awake. The memory hits you suddenly—the hand caressing you is the same one that was clamped across your mouth. The other pinned you down onto the bed, and you can feel the sore spot where it's going to bruise. You somehow find the strength to move your arms and pull yourself away, but the burning of your thighs, and the leftover pain from the sex makes you shake and collapse.

Seungmin watches quietly as you scramble back up and gather your discarded clothes.

“You need to lay down. Please, get under the covers and get warm.” He finds your sweater, and holds it hostage. “I know I scared you, I'm—"

“Scared me?” Somehow, you manage to find and slip back into your underwear and tank top, but your skirt is nowhere. Why are you even looking for your clothes? You should have been up and running for the door, but your mind is nothing but static.

“No…I mean, what just happened is not what I intended. I lost myself.”

Finally, you go for the door, clothes or no clothes but it’s, unsurprisingly, locked. That’s an unbreakable habit of Seungmin’s. “Please let me go…please.” As much as you want to cry, nothing happens—but your throat tightens and it’s hard to breathe again, so you do the only thing you have left in you—collapse onto the floor and wait. "This can't be happening, not to me...no, everything felt right," you say to yourself, to the door.

“I can't let you leave, I'm sorry.” He hears himself speak so softly, and it's as if it's coming from someone else, from somewhere else…not him. “You shouldn’t even be here right now. What’s wrong with me?” He mumbles the last part to himself, but it comes out louder than he intends.

You stare wide-eyed at nothing, forehead against the door, breathing deeply as you do everything you can to not have a full-blown panic attack. The adrenaline is quickly running out. But you hear the rustle of blankets and sheets, and then you sense him getting closer. His fingers close around your shoulders, very cautiously, and he pulls you against his chest.

“I’m going to pick you up, okay? And then I’m going to take you to the bed. That's all."

If there’s something you can do to save yourself, you can’t seem to think of it, so you give in and let him put his arms around you. And he does exactly what he says—places you gently in the spot he prepared a moment ago, and then pulls the blankets over you. He moves back a little bit, and stares. The strong, sweet scent of him is all around you now, but you manage to keep your eyes closed and off of him.

“I’ll be right back, I’ll get you some water”

They remain closed until you hear the lock, the door, and then him locking it again from the outside. He won’t be gone long. You’re up and scanning the floor again, trying to remember if you had your phone in your pocket. No…you left it on the bar, right next to your empty glass. The balcony…you have no clue what you expect to find out here, but you go out and look left, and then right. And then 25 stories down. The closet. It's spacious and neat; tshirts, jackets, shoes. The black and white windbreaker he was wearing when you first met him briefly catches your eye, but you close it quietly and head for his bedside table. You heard him slide the drawer open and shut right before he walked out. Maybe there's something in there. “Oh…” The inside of it is neat and organized, just like everything else, so you get to see exactly what’s in there with one quick glance: a small knife, concealed in a black sheath, a few small syringes pre-filled with a milky liquid, handcuffs, nylon rope, a gag…"what the fuck"…lubrication, and several more condoms. “This can’t be happening.” A moment later, the lock clicks again, and without thinking, you grab the knife, quietly close the drawer, and climb back under the covers.

There's a bottle of water under his arm, and a mug in his hand. "I am going to drink some of this so you know I didn't put anything in it…and then I would like you to finish it," He takes a long sip before handing it to you, "The water bottle is unopened, don't worry."

Something is different about him. As soon as you woke up, something felt not quite the same. Even his voice, which was so serious, and a little bit solemn before, seems lighter and higher. You stare into the mug and take a deep breath, smelling the chamomile, the spearmint, and the orange. Seungmin finished nearly half of it.

"I'll take another drink," he holds his hand out for it.

"No…" you sip it very cautiously, and then take a longer drink. The taste and the warmth does help, and you finally take a full, deep breath. Seungmin rounds the bed as you sip, and you watch him carefully. If he opens that drawer again, he'll know you have the knife…and unlucky for you, that's exactly what he does. Maybe he heard you. Maybe he can just read it on you.

But he's quiet as he looks, and his expression doesn't change. He just closes it again and sits at the edge of the bed, naked back facing you. You find yourself admiring him again…his neck, his shoulders…stupid. He slides back and relaxes against the pillows, but he keeps a good distance. The bed is big enough for that.

"You have my knife?"

The way he asks isn't accusing. It isn't threatening. It isn't even rude. He asks as if it's just the next part of the conversation. When you don't answer, you see him nod his head from the corner of your eye.

"If it makes you feel safer, you can hold onto it. If you want to use it, I probably won't try to stop you."

"How long are you going to keep me locked in here?"

"I'm not going to let you go home alone in your state, not this late. You can leave in the morning."

"You're lying"

Seungmin sighs and turns on his side, and he looks at you—you look at him directly for the first time since coming back, but you're both silent. Just like his voice, his gaze is softer, and less intense. It’s also full of confusion, like he doesn’t know what to make of you; as if he’s wondering why you’re in his bed right now. His eyes start to close. At the same time, your eyes grow heavy, and it feels just like before. It feels like you can't possibly win against the sleep, and your thoughts wander as you drift; now you'll die, no more waking up.

The sun coming in through the balcony window warms the room. The light slices the bed right in half, and when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is his sleep tangled body—the legs of his sweatpants are pushed up almost to his knees, and his skin glows in the sunlight. He's sound asleep on his stomach for a few more moments, but then he mumbles something that you can't quite make out. A groan, but it's not a good groan. It isn't until right this second that you remember the situation you somehow ended up in. Locked in with him…whatever he is…a murderer? The drawer screams experience, and that experience screams serial killer, but last night didn't seem like an experienced killer. You suppose not every time can be perfect.

What are you even thinking? You pull the covers away and move to sit up, and it's then that you feel the knife, still tucked safely beneath the pillow. So Seungmin didn't sneak over as you slept to retrieve it, because you assume he actually did put something in your tea—something he himself also drank. Both of you fell asleep together, and now you have to wait for him to wake, and hope he meant what he said a few hours ago. No, you idiot. Where did he put the key? It's probably in the pocket of his sweatpants, so you move closer to him as carefully and as quietly as possible.

He doesn't stir. You stare down at his sleeping face as you slip your fingers into his pocket, and again, you admire him—the lips you never got to kiss, soft and pouty. His cheeks, his nose, all perfect and screaming to be touched. Seungmin must hear your thoughts, because his eyes open to you, and his hand clamps down on your wrist. Ice runs through your veins and your stomach drops, but instead of pulling away and retreating to the other side of the bed, you lean forward and press your lips to his, because…you don't know why. But Seungmin kisses back, and he means it—every nibble and lick, every soft moan coming from deep in his chest. You return the intensity, and something about his kiss feels good, but still…

“Oh…right,” Seungmin licks his lip and keeps his chin high, because he knows exactly how sharp his knife is. It grazes his throat, and your shaking hand doesn’t do much to relax him. “How could I forget?”

“Where’s the key?”

“I told you I’d let you leave, I meant it”

“Give me the key.” Now, of course, you can cry. Tears stream down your cheeks, and your hand shakes even more.

“Okay…okay,” he digs in the pocket you were going for, pulls out a leather keychain, and one gold key hangs from it. “Please don’t cry.”

You snatch it, but keep the knife against him until you’re too far away to reach. He doesn’t get up when you do. He doesn’t move when you grab the clothes you finally find on the floor, try the key, and sigh with relief when it works. It’s possible that he finally moves when the door shuts behind you, but you’re dressed and gone before you have a chance to find out.

Bout to lose my mind over this absolute maniac 😫

serial killer!Kim Seungmin/afab reader

WC: 12.7k

RATING: mature/explicit/mdni—contains: sex, oral sex, brief suicide mention, strangulation, manipulation, death/murder

SYNOPSIS: you walk into Seungmin’s life, and disrupt everything

COMMENTS: yes, I changed my name! Formerly seungmoonandstars

˗ˋˏ♡ Thank you for the comments and likes and reblogs on part one. It means so much. This story, as it is right now (we still have a long way to go), has taken a lot of time, and it's really nice to feel that the time and energy I put into it is appreciated. Please consider reblogging/tagging if you like what you read! ˎˊ˗

And a very big thank you to @thackery-blinks for putting up with me and letting me bounce ideas off of her brain ♡

INTRO

PART ONE

Seungmin’s world goes quiet, calm…but it's only been a few hours, and he hasn’t yet left the cold emptiness of his bed. He hasn’t even attempted to crawl out of the hollow feeling he created for himself. The silence of the apartment feels different this time.

Inside of his head is a different story—you’ve upended him in more ways than one, and it may take a while to get himself back on two steady feet.

Nearly dying in his bed, coming back, being held, four hours, against your will…two out of three are new for him. And the sheer terror when he realized what he did, looking at your lifeless body—he hasn’t felt fear like that since he was a kid. There was no sense of relief, and there was certainly no quiet afterward. Right now, like last night, his mind is screaming at him, just not in the usual sense; he can’t figure out what you’ve done, because you’ve done nothing—you kept yourself at a distance, you enticed him (teased might be too unkind a word for you, he decides), and you didn’t deserve what little death you did have in his bed. Somehow, you’ve made yourself as much of a mystery as he’s tried to make himself, but he’s not as much of a mystery anymore...he gave too much of himself, and now he's going to pay for it.

You left your phone behind when you ran from him, not surprisingly, and later that afternoon, he somehow found the energy to leave the apartment. He walked to your building and left it with a note right outside your door. Whether or not you’re still there is unknown to him, but he wouldn’t be surprised if you were gone already—completely gone, on your way home, never to be seen by him again.

Seungmin knows the voice in charge will be returning soon, and he’ll fail if he doesn’t find some focus. He’ll really, truly fuck things up, and as much as he doesn’t want to blame you, it is you. He can’t think about you anymore; not today, not tonight.

/ / /

Showered and wrapped up tight in a blanket, you sit at your desk and stare at a blank computer screen. The email you started and stopped four times is sitting at a whole ten words, because you know you need to quit—you have to back out of this job and get back home. There’s no question about that. Nobody will believe what happened to you last night, so calling the police seems silly, and telling anyone else about it feels impossible right now. There is no proof of anything except that you went home with him, willingly. And you definitely can’t tell anyone you died, or at least stopped breathing, and came back during rough sex, because it’s stupid. It’s not believable. You’re still not entirely sure if it even happened. All you really know for certain is that you were outside yourself before finally taking that breath and seeing his face. You heard voices, but not his. You were in the dark, except for a few pinpricks of light. You felt your lungs fill up, once…twice…three times. And then you were back. You guess that’s what drowning feels like; the burning in your chest, the weightlessness, your brain misfiring and sending all the wrong signals to your eyes and ears and nerves.

It isn’t until later, after shutting your brain off and staring at the tv for hours, that you finally remember that you need to eat. You discover your phone right outside your door (should you be worried that he knows exactly where you live?). You knew that you left it on his bar, but you had no desire to try and retrieve it. It felt, and it still feels, like the least important thing in the world, but you’re relieved to have it back. Seungmin left a note taped to it, and you feel a little twinge of excitement (which you’re still trying to chalk up as leftover adrenaline...a little bit of curiosity) at what he could possibly have to say. That’s easy now, in the relative safety of your own apartment, so as soon as you can sit down with your dinner and a very strong drink, you rip it open and read.

You don’t get very far before something small and purple slips out onto your lap. It looks like a pressed flower. It is, and you know it’s heliotrope because it’s everywhere around your mother’s garden. The unmistakable fragrance is still a little obvious, even in its dried state. The addition might seem corny, but you don’t hate it—it’s an interesting choice of flower on his part. There are more inside the folded paper, and you let them fall onto you as you read…

Thank you for not throwing this in the trash.

I know I won't get to see you again, and typically, I wouldn't care or think much about my passing moments with strangers. Everyone is forgettable, and I can't figure out why you are not. I'm still very confused as I write out this letter. But I don't think I've been very forgettable for you, either, but I ruined that last night.

He’s cocky, and he knows he’s absolutely right about him not being forgettable.

You don’t have to see me again, but maybe we can talk, and I can explain myself a little better. You saw a piece of me that you shouldn’t have, in my bedroom…in my drawer, and I know it seems impossible to explain, and that’s because it is. But if you’ll let me, I’ll try.

The letter is signed with a cute, loopy S.

The dried flowers are scooped up and placed next to your untouched plate. Eating, you decide, should come first. After that, you can dwell unnecessarily on the words of your would-be killer. What else could you possibly do? You know how your brain works, and you know how you are when you're alone, and lonely.

However, you do read back through the few texts you exchanged. You also check yourself in the mirror—there’s a bruise beginning to bloom on your shoulder, and two scratches next to your mouth where he held. The soreness in your thighs brings the memory of him to the front of your mind, over and over, and it works backwards from there—Seungmin holding you, touching you; the look in his eyes from the other side of the bar. There was nothing outwardly threatening about him, just strange. Strange, quiet, a little bit awkward. How easily could your mind gloss over something much weirder when a man that beautiful gives you that kind of undivided attention?

Now your mind goes forward to his touch; his hand caressing your aching chest, his soft voice, like if he's not careful, his words might finish killing you. He spoke far too gently, and he kissed much too deeply and eagerly for you to forget. And you haven't exactly forgotten that he never hurt you, at least not after your little journey. Maybe he messed up his original plan, and then had to do damage control...but that makes no sense. Seungmin could've finished the job easily, anytime he wanted to. If he wanted to suffocate you, he'd have done it. If Seungmin wanted to kill you, you wouldn't be here right now.

More memories return to you, very slowly. Slow down? I’m hurting you? He was attentive during sex, initially, even if he was rough...so what happened? He did slow down, tried to make you more comfortable, and he succeeded. You begged him not to stop. You were loud. Seungmin was right there when you woke up, holding onto you. Stay awake...I'm sorry. The frazzled girl looking back at you in the mirror is almost unrecognizable right now. You can't get his face out of your mind; his voice, his kiss, his big black eyes that could swallow you whole. Please don't cry.

Was he convincing enough for a text? Should you call him? Are you really this fucked up right now? You know you're being stupid and irrational, so you decide to be a little bit smart and sleep on it; wait and see how you feel in the morning.

It doesn't help much. You dream about him; his eyes staring into you, through you, eating away at you again...just like when he had you beneath him. You reach out and sweep the hair from of his eyes, and your fingertips pick up the cold, clammy sweat from his forehead. He speaks, but you don't understand a word he says. He holds a dirt-streaked hand out to you, and with no hesitation, you take it, and then you're back in the warm, wet darkness. No voices this time, just muddy, squishy footfalls getting closer and closer.

When you wake, you're damp with sweat, and you've never felt so cold.

It's risky, but he forgoes the tea tonight, and his little white anxiety pill as well. He's almost out anyway, so he should try and save them until he can get more. It's a mistake, and he suspected that as he finally drifted off; there's been far too much on his mind in the last 24 hours to expect a dreamless sleep...

"appa?"

he hushes him. seungmin can feel a hand close softly around his mouth.

"where is—"

"quiet...get back inside, now"

he trips and falls as he runs, and his knee lands in the muddy ground. the effort it takes to get back up is too much, but a hand grabs the straps of his overalls and pulls...and then pushes, and he's in the mud again. rain starts to fall before he can make it to the porch, but as soon as he reaches the steps...

Out of breath, burning chest. The face of his father, and the wet hand covering his mouth, is still there. He can still feel it. The first thing he does is reach for a pill.

But as soon as he swallows it, his mind wanders back to you. Are you still in Seoul? You've had plenty of time to book a flight, repack, and leave. Seungmin wonders if you ever opened your door and found the note, if you even bothered to read it if you did, if you got the dried flowers he took from his music box just for you—the flowers he'll have to return home to get more of. A stupid addition, you probably thought. A desperate attempt at romance.

The phone buzzes under his pillow, and he knows it’s just his usual alarms and reminders. Today he has to get up, get dressed, and work. He has to get his mind back on track—he has to, there is no other way for him. There is nothing else, aside from prison, or ending things on his own. He pulls it out and looks at it with one eye open, flips on his back, and stares. Part of him hoped it would be more than his alarms, and he'd be staring at a new text message from you...an apathetic "okay, I guess we can talk". Seungmin is severely underestimating how much he scared you, though. You were convinced, and you're probably still pretty sure you were going to die in that room. Whether or not he's going to pursue this further is still a big question mark, but he doesn't usually deal in question marks. Everything is either black or white for Seungmin.

If he can't have you, he might just have to kill you.

/ / /

Repacking your things as fast as possible; booking a flight you can afford (work refused to comp you, once you quit with no notice); explaining, or making up a convincing enough story for you mother and sister about the change of plans, has been exhausting, so falling asleep is easy once your head hits the pillow.

seungmin's hand lays softly on your chest, just under your throat. you can feel your slow heartbeat bouncing off of him, you can smell the sweet scent of his room, but that's not where you are. you look up, and then around you...and you see the bedroom of a child, a little boy. there's sunlight coming in through the sheer curtained window, and you can see bushes of yellow and purple flowers poking up into view. he moves closer to you, and speaks quietly...

"i have to go...i have to go take care of things"

"what things?

"you know"

"don't go, please"

you look to him, and he forces a smile. his hand slides up and closes around your throat, but he doesn't squeeze. he moves closer and places a kiss beneath your ear...

This time you wake up slowly, and comfortably. Your hand jumps up to your throat as you work hard to remember every detail, every touch, every word. The dreams you have aren't usually this vivid, and now you've had them two nights in a row—two very different ones; a bad one...well, it could have been worse. You still remember how he looked at you, and the feeling of him under your fingertips; but it was cold and dark. This second one practically gave you butterflies. This dream version of you was in love.

Why is your mind torturing you like this? You come dangerously close to texting him, but all you end up doing is rereading the messages already sent between you.

Seungmin sits and watches right across the street from your building, for hours. He didn't know he had this much patience in him. If he would have done this yesterday morning, he may have had a chance to catch you and follow, but he decided to stay in bed. Still, he has trouble moving.

A few minutes later, it finally pays off. There you are, looking up and down the busy narrow street, arms folded tight over your chest. Seungmin isn't that far from you in this bakery, and if he walks out now, you'll see him, so he waits until you decide what to do. Seeing you right now is actually giving him a nervous stomach, and he hates it...you look uncomfortable, and tired, and sweet; it's difficult keeping his mind where it needs to be. It doesn't help that he hasn't thought of a plan beyond waiting for you to leave your apartment. Should he just follow you, and hope you don't see him and run? That won't work. If he can figure out where you're heading, he can get there first, and run into you like it was just a coincidence.

Before he can finish his plan, you're headed east, and you're walking fast. He just decides to follow as discreetly as possible, which is easy at this time of day, and it only takes ten or so minutes for him to figure out where you might be going. But there's no possible way you're going to his apartment building. You pass by the GS25 where you met each other, and keep going, but you don't make the left turn that would lead to his building. You keep straight, and eventually, Seungmin does figure it out. It's the park he mentioned frequenting, that's where you're going. This is perfect. Even if you're not here to look for him, you're going to find him, but that has to be why you're here. Texting or calling might have felt like too much. Accidently running into him...well, it was an accident. Maybe you won't feel like you're seeking out the man who almost killed you, or purposely bringing him back into your life.

You find an empty bench and sit, look at your phone, look up and around, back to your phone. Still uncomfortable, nervous, tired. Cold, maybe. You didn't dress as warmly as you probably should have. Seungmin tests his patience some more and waits, but you don't move. In fact, you're starting to remind him of himself, sitting and watching, waiting for his next kill. He takes his eyes off of you for a few minutes to get a coffee, and then he prepares to approach. But he's nervous again. He's not used to this feeling. He takes his time walking down the pathway, and when he knows you can see his legs in your downward gaze, he stops.

You look up and keep your face as emotionless as possible, but it's not enough. Seungmin can see your surprise, a little bit of fear, and maybe something else.

"Hi." He keeps his face as neutral as possible, too. "You look cold."

"I'm fine"

"What are you doing here all by yourself?"

"Uhm, I don't have any friends. And isn't this what you do? Sit here alone waiting to pick people off?" You cross your arms over your chest again, and scoot a little further away. "I mean...I'm assuming that's why you come here, if I put the pieces together properly."

"Yes, you're pretty perceptive. But why are you here?"

"Because I couldn't hit send"

"What couldn't you send?" He was right.

Seungmin hears you take in a deep breath and hold it, then slowly let it out in a big cloud of condensation. "I keep having dreams about you."

But he wasn't expecting that.

"Good ones I hope." So you haven't left his mind at all, even in your sleep. You don't reply. "I've been having the same old nightmares. A dream about you would be a nice change."

"One was pretty nice, yeah"

"Is it alright if I sit next to you?"

You nod, but Seungmin still takes his time taking those last few steps and sitting. Once he does, he offers you the hot coffee he's been holding onto, and to his surprise, you take it and sip it carefully. The letter he wrote promised some sort of explanation for what happened that night, and for the things you saw, but he wasn't expecting to have a chance at doing that. He hasn't thought of a single way to explain his drawer, or almost killing you.

“What’s in the syringes, the ones in your murder drawer?”

Murder drawer. Are you reading his mind, or is he just projecting onto you? He looks around, but nobody is close enough to hear the conversation. “A sedative, a light one…for emergencies. That's all.”

“You didn’t use one on me”

“Well, I had…” he stops, and thinks. What he almost says is I had control of the situation, but that doesn’t sound like what you want to hear. It’s also a very obvious lie. “The drug is not fun to come out of, and…what I put you through was bad enough.”

“So who do you use them on? And the knife?”

Seungmin doesn’t know how to answer this. He can’t explain how he picks his victims, because he doesn’t always understand his reasoning. “The ones I can’t control any other way. And I don’t use the knife very often.”

“It’s kind of obvious now that I’m talking to you, but thinking about it yesterday, and the night before…wondering if I was just over-reacting...”

“You’re not, you know what you saw, and you had every reason to be afraid of me”

“So you are…” you can’t finish the question. "This is what you do?"

“Yes”

“Why?”

“It’s hard to explain”

“Why didn’t you kill me?

“I haven’t figured that out yet”

“But you would, if you got another chance…if you had me alone right now, with no witnesses”

“No.” You look around, and Seungmin thinks you’re a little more relaxed now—as relaxed as someone could be in this situation. “I don’t think so.”

“You wanted to before, though. That’s why you spoke to me, and helped me get home.”

“Yeah, that was my original plan”

“I’m assuming you’ve done this before”

“Killed? Yes. Accidentally killed someone and brought them back in a panic? That one is new for me.”

“When’s the last time you did it…killed someone?”

It feels like a regular conversation now, regardless of the subject. Most of the tension is gone from your voice, and you stopped fidgeting with the coffee cup. You still look cold, though.

“The day we met”

Everything goes silent after that. Even the people around you become strangely quiet, as if everyone decided to listen in. Seungmin can see your mind working behind your eyes, but you’re not rushing to speak again. He slides out of his jacket and sets it over your shoulders, and you leave it there.

“Before, or after?”

“After”

“To make up for me?” You fold your legs up onto the bench and disappear into his jacket a little more, and Seungmin smirks.

“Sort of. That's why I was out that morning, things just didn’t go exactly as planned. I’m still glad you showed up, though.”

“Are you saying that because you think it’s what I wanna hear, or because it’s true? I don’t wanna turn you into a cliche, but are you capable of that much…well, liking someone enough to not kill them. I guess you are.”

“I like things. And I feel a lot, maybe too much sometimes.”

"Things?"

"Not people, typically"

"Sorry.” Why are you apologizing to him? Your assumption was a little bit hasty, and rude, but being a murderer is pretty rude, too. The look on his face is just that, though…full of emotion, full of sadness, and confusion. This is exactly how he looked at you that night before you both fell asleep, he just doesn’t know how to express it properly. Maybe he's just mimicking. “Uhm, did I actually die? What happened?”

“I’m not sure, but you weren’t breathing. I talked to you, slapped you…lightly, and panicked a little. After I panicked, I…” he sets his fingers on his lips, and tries to remember what it’s called in English. “…I blew air into your lungs.”

“Three times?”

Seungmin thinks for a second. “Yeah, three breaths…I kissed you after the third time.” Why did he tell you that?

“You kissed me? Why did you kiss me?”

You’re nothing but questions, and Seungmin is not used to getting interrogated like this. He wants to tell the truth, but he also needs to be careful and not scare you off, or be too truthful. It’s a little exhausting.

“I thought that might be my last chance while you were still warm.”

There’s another long silence. Too long. Maybe Seungmin said the wrong thing, even though it is the truth. He wonders if he should get up and leave you alone for a few minutes. But what if he comes back and you’re gone? Was the kiss that strange? Why is he assuming it was the kiss that’s making this awkward? Everything about this is strange for you.

“I think I felt your breath filling my lungs, but I was still somewhere else. Somewhere really dark, and wet. I could feel…outside air around me, it was so heavy."

“Completely dark, like the bedroom?”

“No, there was some light, like little streams of light coming in through holes punched into the walls, between the slats of wood. It was weird, and I remember it very vividly now that I’m talking about it.”

Seungmin doesn’t mention it feeling like his nightmares, but it does. And it can’t be, obviously. Just a coincidence. It was probably the darkness of his bedroom, and your eyes trying desperately to find something. “I’m sorry”

“Thank you for bringing me back”

“I’m glad I could. And I hope you don’t leave Seoul because of me.”

"There's nothing for me here." You quit your job, and you can't take that back. You booked a flight, and you packed up most of your things.

"When are you leaving?"

"Thursday"

“Do you have plans today?”

“Are asking me out?”

“You can tell me no, I won’t be surprised”

“No, I don’t have plans today"

“I just figured I’d take a shot while we were still here. I don’t expect a second chance. You really shouldn’t be involved with someone like me, and I shouldn’t be pulling someone into my fucked up life. But this is all new for me.”

“What is? A relationship? Friendship? An acquaintance?”

Seungmin nods, “all of those, and speaking openly—not lying about everything. That’s new, too.”

“Does that make me special?” You’re not sure if you’re being facetious, or if something inside of you wants to be the thing he needs to keep alive. A bad romance novel come to life. That’s why you’re here right now, obviously, because of every little gesture Seungmin has extended to you—everything aside from his complete loss of control. Being a murderer doesn’t mean he’s incapable of the truth, or sincerity. Right?

Seungmin smirks at the question, “Maybe.” He moves his hand closer to yours, but stops when you pull it away. "So why did you kiss me?"

Why did you kiss him? Because you needed to—because he's beautiful, and he was right there, sleepy face inches from yours. Because you've read too many bad romance novels. Because clearly, you're messed up, too, since you're even sitting here right now. And because, like him, you were sure it was your last chance. "I figured it made a good distraction."

"Oh...yeah, I guess it did"

"And I wanted to. I wanted to as soon as I saw you, but I forced myself to keep some distance. So maybe there was some fear of regret mixed with my fear of being murdered. How stupid is that?" You watch his mouth twitch as he tries to hold his smirk back. “I feel that a lot. Regret.”

“I don’t typically feel it...the regret, the remorse, and the empathy most people are used to. I guess that does make me a, uhm...what was that word?"

"Cliche?"

"Yeah. Sometimes I wish I could feel the regret, or a little bit of empathy. But lately, I think I have felt it a little."

“You feel regret? About what?”

"Fucking up what was very close to a good night. I didn’t even get to make you come."

Seungmin loves the blush slowly rising up your neck, and now, being out in public, he likes it even more. He meant it, the regret about not getting you off when he was eating you out, but it’s your blush, not the memory, that makes his cock twitch in his jeans.

“No, I guess you didn’t.” You close your palms over your warm cheeks for a moment, and stifle a laugh. He's actually making you laugh. Something about him really is messing you up.

"Let me make it up to you"

The dark blue of the room is calming. Everything is soft, and unusually warm. The smell is the same as you remember. It doesn’t feel strange being here again, like it should. Not uneasy, and not scary. Maybe there’s something wrong with you, too.

“Are you alright? I thought you left me.” Seungmin hangs onto the door jamb and clicks on another lamp. You can hear the relief in his voice.

/ / /

This new view of him is nice—on his knees, head down, lips marking your stocking covered thighs. He’s gentle, and probably nervous that he’s not being gentle enough. “Seungmin.”

He looks up, cheek still resting on your thighs, and you’re struck by how innocent he appears, how sweet and puppy-like his eyes are. You smile, and he gets back to work. His hands slide up and underneath your skirt, and down come the stockings, very slowly. Now he kisses your bare skin, and his warm, wet lips send a shiver through you. You can feel how soaked through your panties are as they pull away from your body. He seems to stop and admire them, just like last time, before tossing them to the side.

“Are you comfortable?” Seungmin pulls until you’re at the very edge of the cushion, sending the hem of your skirt up and out of his way. He doesn’t wait for an answer.

The entire ride back to his apartment, you were ready for him. The memory of last time, how good he felt, is still very real. It was excruciating, having him so close and not touching—keeping your cool, not letting him know just how badly you wanted him. But the elevator doors closed, and he backed you into the corner, held you softly by the neck, and kissed you. The entire ride up, 25 floors and luckily no interruptions, he kissed, pulling back occasionally to let you breathe.

You fall back against the couch, and let him know how good it feels to have him there. “Yes,” you sigh, whine his name, and he likes that. He gives a deep, satisfied groan as he sucks you between his lips, and he stays there, savoring the taste as it pours out. But he can’t keep himself from teasing, and he slows down when your moans become erratic, focuses on your entrance, spreads your lips apart and licks, a little selfishly. But it feels so good, and you taste so good. Seungmin can’t get enough, and as badly as he wants to make you come, he isn’t ready to stop yet. He needs as much as you can give, and has to hope you’ll stay with him and keep your legs open all night.

“Seungmin, please…I need it”

He looks up and runs his tongue slowly over every part of you before stopping at your clit—so sensitive, his warm breath is enough to set your hips in motion.

“I know,” he kisses, “I’m being greedy.” He kisses again, sucks hard, and his thumb slides gently over the rest of you, making your hips jump against his mouth. He does it again, gathering some arousal, and slowly circling your entrance before sliding it in.

You close your eyes and relax, let it wash over you. He doesn’t stop this time. It’s intense, slowly pulsing through every single nerve his lips are working on—“oh…god…fuck,” you roll your hips up, needing more, needing him. Every muscle relaxes, and you sink into the couch, but the waves of pleasure keep coming. You watch him work, softly flicking his tongue between your lips, so swollen and so hungry for him—his mouth, his hands. You need it again, his cock stretching you to your limit. Barely down from this high, and you can’t wait for the next one. After a few more slow, selfish licks, Seungmin gives his mouth a break, and breathes.

“Thank you,” you laugh, feeling a little delirious. The room spins above you, but you feel his hands push your knees together. This is definitely the first time you’ve thanked someone for making you come, but it seemed appropriate. “Is it my turn?” There are still memories from that night trickling in, and you get another when the question leaves your lips—the cocktail, and Seungmin’s comment that put everything in motion.

“Your turn?”

No, you don’t always go down easy…

“Oh,” smiling wide, eyes shining, dick threatening to escape his tight briefs as he rises. “But you don’t have to, if…” he looks down, then back at you, “if it’s uncomfortable.”

It’s intimidating to look at, but finally touching him, realizing how much of a handful he really is, “I don’t mind trying,” you pull the fabric until his head appears, and immediately close your mouth around his pre-cum soaked tip. “Or just…” you lick slowly, letting your tongue slide up and onto his stomach before going back to do it again.

“Take your time”

“Sit”

Seungmin listens, and frees himself a little more before hitting the couch. He knows what you want, and he watches as your mouth patiently explores him—you kiss and lick every inch as your hands stroke softly. You desperately want to make him feel good—return a little bit of what he just gave you. And Seungmin does let you know what he likes: everytime your tongue slides over his head, the deep moan from his chest soaks you again. “I want you.” Your heart races at the thought of it. It beats so hard you think you might pass out…again, this time on your own.

He rolls his hips and pushes himself in a little further, “I know you do, get down…on your back.”

You release him, a little reluctantly, but you let yourself fall backwards until you’re flat on the soft carpet. He follows, hovers, and eyes every inch of you before unzipping and discarding your skirt. “Are you alright?” The perceptiveness shouldn’t be that surprising to you, but the concern takes you back to that night. His voice feels far away, but it’s because of your heart pounding in your ears, you think. It’s not until now that you feel outside of yourself again. Why does he keep doing this to you? You’re weightless again, floating, watching everything happen in slow motion—slipping away.

“Hey, look at me,” he sets his palm just beneath your throat, but he quickly moves it down. “Can you hear me? Your heart feels like it’s about to explode.”

The sound of him pulling a blanket from the couch, and the feeling of it draping over your half naked body brings you back, just enough to open your eyes and find his worried face. “I can hear you.” A moment later, he’s gone. “Don’t go.”

“I’ll be back”

You sit up and look around, but vertigo hits and you shove your face into the blanket. The feeling of passing out is still threatening you, and it takes everything to keep it at bay.

“Here, drink some water. And if you’d like…” in his open palm is one tiny white pill, “but you don’t have to. They help with my panic attacks. And my nightmares.” Seungmin just stares softly, still worried.

“I’m okay.” An obvious lie—you’re still on the edge of a cliff, dizzy, and very much on the verge of throwing up. “Water is good.”

“You should lie down on the couch,” Seungmin doesn’t move, and he doesn’t touch you. Not yet. He assumes his touch is the reason why you’re fighting for your breath on his floor right now.

“Where’s your bathroom?”

“Right behind you”

/ / /

“Are you alright? I thought you left me.” Seungmin hangs onto the door jamb and clicks on another lamp. You can hear the relief in his voice, and you could hear the nervousness in it when he called out your name the first time.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just wanted to see the room again.” But you did check the front door, and found it unlocked. He also didn't hover when you shut yourself in the bathroom for ten minutes, because you managed to sneak into his bedroom when you finally emerged. It put you a little more at ease after the panic attack.

“We can stay in here, if you want. I can bring our drinks in.”

“No, just you”

“Just me?” He takes a few steps toward the bed. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sorry, I don't know what happened.”

Seungmin stops just short of where you’re sitting, “I do.“ He looks nervous—he is nervous. “This is probably a bad idea."

“I should leave?”

“No, no, I want you to stay, but I'm aware that I set off your panic attack. That was my fault."

It seems like he’s more empathetic than he realizes. Or maybe he’s faking. He is a killer, after all; a psychopath—one that gets his way by being handsome and charming, and right now might not be any different than his other seductions. Maybe he’s taking the long way around to get you where he wants you, and you’re stupid and blind enough to fall for it. “We could just enjoy each other’s company.” It’s a silly suggestion, and you realize that as it’s coming out of your mouth. “For now. If that’s not too much.”

He smirks. “Enjoy each other’s company?" He isn't exactly sure what you mean, but he wants to find out.

“Stupid idea?”

"Depends on what you mean by it. I don't typically enjoy anyone's company. I hate it, actually."

You know he's not trying to be funny, but something about him is accidentally humerous, and you assume it's because you're here with him right now...because he wanted you here, keeping him company. "That doesn't seem completely true."

The look on his face speaks volumes. You can tell he feels a little bit exposed, and a little bit confused. Seungmin turns to hide, his arms fold over his chest, and he takes a few steps toward the balcony. "I like sex. I have to deal with someones company if I'm going to get it."

"Is that why I'm here? You need to finish properly?"

"No"

"No? You made me come, but you haven't, have you? Did you finish when I was passed out?"

Seungmin doesn't answer.

"You've been far too patient with me, and it's weird"

"Weird?" Now he turns back to you, "...isanghan?" And takes a step toward you again. “Considering what sex tends to do to me, and considering I like it so much, you should be grateful for my patience."

“What exactly does it do to you?” One more step. Now you can reach out and touch him if you want. You don't.

“Mm, that’s when I do it, usually…after sex. At least when things go to plan.”

“Are you trying to scare me off again?”

Seungmin’s face doesn't change. “No, just trying my hand at more honesty, I guess.”

“When is the last time you had sex without killing the person afterward? Aside from me.”

The silence as he thinks stretches out far too long, and he sits at the edge of the bed, keeping some distance between you, “I don’t remember.”

You rise from your spot, and Seungmin probably assumes you need more distance from him, but that’s not the case. “We don’t have to talk about it.” He watches as you round the bed, pull at his pile of covers, and climb in.

/ / /

Seungmin just stares, tucked tightly under the covers, for most of the evening. He only moves closer when you reach out and brush the hair away from his forehead, run your fingers through it. He seems to relax under your touch. This kind of interaction with another person is definitely unusual for him, and with the attitude he gave earlier, you're surprised he's still sharing the space with you. Sleep comes easily, though, and hours later, you wake up. It’s not quite morning yet, but you can see sunlight trying to break through the curtain. Seungmin’s breath bounces steadily off of your neck, warm and pleasant. His leg is pushed between your thighs, moving a little in his sleep, and his arms are pulled tight against him, almost as if he’s hugging himself. Keeping your hands to yourself is a challenge, and it’s made even more difficult when he stirs a little—a soft, sleepy groan escapes him, and when your fingertips slide across his cheek, he sighs deeply, and settles again. In his sleep, he looks a little different; his face looks younger and softer, his brow isn’t furrowed, like it seems to be almost constantly, and his lips form into a perfect heart shaped pout. The real him, maybe.

As soon as you close your eyes, you’re gone, but it feels like only moments pass when you hear his faint moans, and a string of slurred words. He’s flat on his back, chin up, head pushed hard into the pillow, and the look on his face is his usual worried one. Your graze your knuckles against his cheek, but he doesn’t feel it. Whatever has him in his sleep is holding tightly.

"Seungmin?”

no, I won't help you

His words are clear now, but in Korean, so you don’t know what he’s saying.

please look at me

A tear is squeezed from the corner of his eye, and it trickles slowly across his temple. You wipe at it, and this time his eyes open. He catches his breath before looking around and remembering where he is, and why he’s not alone bed.

You reach for him again, but he turns away and stares absently at the wall. “Nightmares?”

Seungmin is quiet, but he nods.

“You were sleeping well when I woke up earlier, I hope it was enough.”

He remains still, head down, hands clenching and unclenching as he thinks, or clears his mind, or maybe he’s putting his nightmare back together in his head. Maybe he needs one of his pills. Would it be strange to treat him the way he treated you…gently, like you might shatter at the smallest touch? “Can I get you anything?” You whisper.

Silent still, but he shakes his head.

“Should I go?”

This time he turns and looks at you with sharp, sad eyes—a look brimming with the unspoken emotions trapped inside of his head. And he isn’t sure how to answer. Yes, you should probably leave, is Seungmin’s first thought, because he knows where this is going; the noises in his head are slowly returning, and getting to this point was difficult enough when his mind was quiet. “It’s coming back.”

“What is?”

Aside from the noise, the voices…the itch that doesn’t stop until it’s done, Seungmin doesn’t know how to put it into words. He’s never had to put it into words, now that he’s thinking about it, because why would he ever tell anyone? This is all he’s ever known, and sometimes he still forgets that most people (you, he assumes) can make up their own minds, and follow their own train of thought every single day. He doesn’t have that option. “Nothing, never mind. I just…need to wake up, I think”

Going out of his way to get to you again, and to see you, was a stupid mistake. Seungmin thinks the only option is you leaving and saving yourself from him. Why did he disrupt his perfectly comfortable, routine existence? Comfortable might be stretching it, but whatever he managed to create was working. There is nowhere that you fit into this, and he knows that. He hasn't forgotten...black or white. You’re here now, yes, but you haven’t seen the worst of him—nowhere near it. If you leave now and go back home, you’ll be spared the real Seungmin, and a possibly death by his hands. He needs that, because he still doesn’t want to hurt you.

“I need to find someone, and I need to do things right this time.” Seungmin forces himself to look at you, “so I can have some peace for a while.”

“Oh, okay...I think I understand”

“I need to be alone”

“So I won’t see you again,” you’re up out of the bed, adjusting your clothes, and heading toward the door.

“That’s probably for the best. You should pack up and go home.”

“I will”

“I’m sorry I fucked everything up, but if you leave, you’ll be happier, and safer”

“Safer from you?” Once again, you’re stuck in this room, only this time, it’s your own fault. The door is wide open, but you can’t move.

“Maybe”

“So you lied to get me here. Why didn’t you just kill me when you had the chance? You had several…you still have one more, I’m right here.”

“I don’t want to kill you, I want you to leave and never have to look at me again”

The step back is easier now, but the empty feeling creeping up your stomach and chest is making you sick. Your heart is pounding wildly again, but you don’t know if it’s panic, or anger, or something else. It seems like only a few hours ago you were struggling with the idea of communicating with him, and now he’s pushing you out. “Good luck with your—“ you stop and look at him. He isn’t looking back, “your work.”

The blank face staring up at him; the dead eyes, and blue-tinted lips, feels like a reflection of himself. His fingers remain laced around her neck, tangled in the shoulder-length hair and delicate silver necklaces. It was too much—the force he used this time; the crack, and the crunch of her trachea as it collapsed under his hands was unusual for him. It felt good, though, and it was exactly what he needed. But now he's more exhausted than he can ever remember feeling. Seungmin is careful as he loosens his grip, because the necklaces cut right into his skin as he squeezed. The imprints of his hands are still there, red and angry, and a slow trickle of blood starts to drip from her nose.

There won't be any sleep tonight. He has to dispose of this body now, and he has to do it well, because his perfect handprints, and the DNA all over her jewelry won't do him any favors if she's found.

He looks down at her and sees you for the briefest moment. There is no resemblance, at all, and that he did on purpose. Still, you continue to invade his every thought.

Thursday arrived and passed quietly. No message. Expecting one more goodbye from you was a little bit stupid. Seungmin started things, fucked them up, started them again, and then ripped the rug from beneath you...any normal person wouldn't want to deal with his shit anymore, even if he wasn't what he is. You should truly want nothing to do with him, and you’re now out of his reach. You’re safe. You found his gray area.

"Maybe I should burn you," he says out loud. Also not his usual MO, but he's done it before. Not sticking to the same kill, same demographic, same dumping ground, is one of the reasons he hasn't been caught. At least that's what he assumes. "Or maybe I should just leave you in the hallway so they can find me."

Seungmiiin

He jumps, but he knows he's hearing things. That doesn't keep him from listening.

Minnie...please be careful, you know how clumsy you are sometimes

It's not really there, but he knows where it's coming from. If he follows it, it'll lead to the same spot it always does.

I love you so much, and I want you to be happy

"Stop it." Seungmin shakes his head, as if that will wake him up and quiet things again. "Stop, I know...I will be careful. I promise."

You're so clever, and talented, and full of love...nobody can take that from you, not even him

"Okay..." Seungmin flexes his sore hands, and carefully removes himself from the body. He'll burn everything on this bed, too, he decides. The sheets, the blankets, the bedspread...maybe the pillows. "Did you hear that, too?" He looks to Daengmo, sitting perfectly on the bedside table, watchful as ever. "I know you did."

/ / /

Fourteen hours; that's how long he sleeps. When he wakes up, he has no idea where he is, or what day it is. He hardly remembers what happened in the last 24 hours, or that he spent longer than he ever has disposing of a body. Seungmin is in pain, though—his hands, his shoulders, back...hips. The moment he flips onto his back and stares up at the ceiling, he starts to recall what he did, and why he's so sore, but he immediately starts to doze again. Fourteen hours wasn't enough.

He forces his eyes back open and picks up his phone; almost 9:30. "Did you really leave?" He says, and pulls up Thursday's flights from Seoul back to North America. Seungmin has no idea where you're from, or where you were headed, but he looks anyway.

"Air Canada...to Toronto, cancelled. Korean Air, to New York, arrived on time, to Chicago...delayed four hours.”

Why is he dwelling on this? His mind is finally clear for nothing but his own thoughts, and his own thoughts go right to you.

That’s a stupid idea, he thinks, and looks around, "isn’t it?" His eyes fall to his stuffed dog, still sitting quietly on the table. "Is it? She’s either there, or she’s not." Eyes back to the ceiling, "you liked her, didn’t you?"

The streets are still busy and loud, even at this hour, in this cold, but Seungmin feels good. Black coffee and a few painkillers perked him up, and the sharpness of his mind is doing wonders for his mood. It wasn’t until he finally crawled out of bed that it hit him; the last few weeks have actually been a nightmare, mentally. It was the worst rut he’s been in for a long time. He hasn’t quite been himself.

But he’s out of it now, finally. For a while.

He stands in front of your apartment building, and waits. It takes a few minutes before the crowd dwindles enough, but as soon as it does, he goes for the door, and it’s open. No buzz-in needed. Three floors up, he remembers (but there are only four floors anyway), three doors down, on the right. The hallway is deserted, and so quiet that it actually unnerves him a little—it almost makes him turn around. Seungmin stands there, and waits, listens. Still quiet. Your apartment isn’t your apartment anymore, he knows that, but he rings the doorbell anyway. He can hear it echo through your deserted living room.

Nothing. Seungmin knew you were gone. He digs in his coat pocket and pulls out the lock picking set he wasn’t sure he would even need, and he still doesn’t know why he’s using it. Maybe you left something behind. He works on the deadbolt for a few seconds, but even taking his time, and working quietly, he hears the click. The doorknob is next, and that one is even easier. Inside, the scent of your perfume, or shampoo…whatever it was, still lingers—a sweet, deep floral scent Seungmin can’t quite place. He shuts the door behind him, and breaths deep. It’s empty inside, and dark. No boxes, or clothes; just the couch, the armchair, the coffee maker. All the things that were here before you. Still, he walks around and looks, doing his best to keep quiet, and doing his best to adjust to the dark. His eyes don’t do well with no light, even with his glasses.

A creak stops him in his tracks and puts him on edge…gets his heart pumping, and he stays there frozen, ears perked. He likes this type of adrenaline rush.

“Seungm—“

It’s only a whisper, but he knows it’s behind him. The faint outline is human, but that’s all he can make out. As soon as his hand finds something to grab, it grabs, and pushes, hard, and their back finds the wall. The sound is so loud in the silence, and the neck he’s gripping is so small and soft…

“Ss…stop”

His eyes adjust, and he can see more clearly as he stares into your terrified face. They drop to his hand still wrapped tight around your neck. Seungmin’s body goes numb.

“It’s me, please”

“Fuck…I’m—” his grip finally relaxes and frees you, but he grabs your arms as your knees give out, “I thought you left,” he whispers to himself, and holds you up. “You’re still here.”

“Yeah, I’m here”

"Are you okay?”

“Let go,” you push him away, and finish falling to your knees. “Don’t touch me.” A panic attack is forcing its way in, and you can’t get enough air. This can’t be happening again—this shitty astral projection. Every time he’s around you, something bad happens. Why didn't you just stay at the airport?

Seungmin’s hand runs slowly across your back, “you scared me."

“Why are you here?” You shake his hand away from you again, but he doesn't take it off.

“I could ask you the same thing. I rang the doorbell before I broke in.”

“I figured it was a drunk neighbor”

“Look at me, let me see your neck”

You lift your head for him, but he doesn’t look at your neck. One hand cups your cheek, and the other moves the loose hair from your eyes. He looks at you, stares so hard it makes your stomach hurt, but you can't look away. "You didn't leave."

"No"

"Why didn't you leave?"

"My flight got cancelled, three times. I got tired and begged my landlord for a few more days." It's catching up to you; the exhaustion, and the stress, and you start to feel tears brimming. You really don't want to cry right now, though. Your brain always chooses the worst times to do it. "They lost my luggage, or someone stole it, I don't know...I don't have anything."

"Nothing?"

"Just what I have in my bag"

Something he can fix, that's the only thing running through his mind now. Seungmin is useless, and he knows that—the world wouldn’t change at all if he was suddenly gone. He takes and takes, and he never gives. He doesn’t fix things.

“Why are you here, Seungmin?”

Why is he here? He thinks you probably know why he’s here, because you’ve proven yourself to be very perceptive. But you’re also upset. You’ve been here with nothing, Seungmin assumes, since at least Thursday; two nights, three if you count tonight.

“I, uhm,” he can answer two different ways, or he can lie. “I thought you might have left something behind, so I didn’t think it would hurt to check.”

“Left something behind…like what?”

Maybe a letter, like he wrote for you. An article of clothing, or a piece of jewelry. Something tangible he could hold onto. “I needed to know if you really left”

“Keep telling me the truth”

Seungmin’s heart thumps in his chest, and in his head, “okay.”

“Do you want me leave?”

“No”

“Why?”

“I don’t know…” he watches as you stand and head toward the bedroom, “wait, wait.”

“I’m tired”

“Come back with me”

Finally, he gets it out. His heart still thumps, and it shakes his whole body, but he did it, he spit the words out. He isn’t ready for the let down.

“You sent me away, didn’t want me to look at you again.” He stares blankly, avoiding you completely. “You told me I’d be safer away from you.”

“And it might still be true.” Seungmin shakes his head, like he’s trying to clear more voices out of it. "But..."

“Okay”

/ / /

The only possession you have left, your backpack—not even completely full, hangs on Seungmin’s shoulder as he works on his locks. Four of them, two different keys, plus one digital lock; you’d think he had something to hide in here. “Sorry, this one always sticks.” He gives you a half smile. His demeanor changed drastically after your okay.

“It’s alright”

“You can shower, if you’d like. Are you hungry?”

Yes, you’re starving. You still have money, but you were preparing for a hotel bill come tomorrow morning. Canceling is an option now, you suppose, but you’re hesitant to do it. “I am.”

“What are you in the mood for? Unless you’d rather sleep first, maybe you’re more tired than hungry. A bath might be nice, though. Maybe—”

“How about I shower while you…make something, or order it?”

“I can cook”

/ / /

The last time you used this bathroom, you were mid-panic attack. Now you’re comfortable in the tub Seungmin insisted you soak in, and you’re very glad he did. You watched him pick out his favorite bath salts so you could try them—he filled the tub, poured them in, and made sure you approved before leaving you…”take your time.” He gave you his full smile this time, but it was a little hesitant.

This is the most relaxed you’ve been in weeks, and you hate thinking it now, but Seungmin has given you nothing but terror, anxiety, anger, and overwhelming emptiness. It’s been a struggle finding anything positive in your short time in Korea, and it’s because of him. Leaving was supposed to fix this, but you couldn’t do it. A cancelled flight was nothing, but a second cancelled flight felt like a sign. After the third one, you gave up on rebooking, but you had no clue what your plan was from there.

Ten minutes into your bath, he knocks softly before cracking the door, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make anything too spicy unless I asked”

“No spice”

The door closes softly, and you can’t hold back a stupid grin. He’s out of his element right now, again, and you wonder if he’s ever cooked for anyone before; a date, if that’s what you can still call yourself; a friend, an acquaintance. No, you know he hasn't; Seungmin doesn't like company. You’re messing him up, just like he’s messing you up.

/ / /

Seungmin can cook, he’s just not very good at it. He’s hoping you’re hungry enough not to care. Focusing on the food in front of him is difficult, though, when your half-unzipped backpack is right there on the couch. There isn’t much in it, but there is something in there; your most important things, probably—the only things you felt the need to keep with you for the long trip home. He can’t help it, he has to look. It’s not even close to the worst he’s done to you already.

A phone charger, earbuds, a jewelry case. Seungmin opens that, but there’s not much inside: two small silver rings, a necklace with a medallion hanging from it. He recognizes it right away, because his mother had the same one in her jewelry box; St. Michael, vanquishing the devil.

He digs a little further. A pill case, a sweatshirt…he pushes that aside and wraps his fingers around a tightly folded piece of paper, and he recognizes it as soon as he pulls it out. He barely unfolds it before a familiar dried flower slips out and onto the floor, and then another.

“Be careful with those”

Seungmin jumps, but doesn’t drop anymore, “sorry,” and he bends to pick them up.

“So you’re a murderer, and a snoop”

“Snoop? Like the little dog?”

“Yeah, like the beagle. Did you find anything good?”

“I thought you would’ve thrown this away.” He gently opens one side and slides the flowers back inside. “I mean, I’m not usually this—”

“Nosy?”

“I was going to say rude”

“Nowhere near the worst thing you’ve done, it’s okay”

Right. Not even close. “Oh, let me get you something to wear,” he says, but he takes an extra few moments to scan over every part of you, tightly wrapped in his towel. “A shirt, and maybe something else of mine will fit.”

You follow him into the bedroom, and his curtain is pulled back as far as it goes. The view is nicer now than it was when you stood there during the day, and much nicer than it was when you ran out in a panic, looking for an exit. Seungmin is on his knees, rifling through the bottom dresser drawer, and he’s a nicer view, too. You still think you should hate him, and you do, a little bit, but the longer you’re near him, the easier it becomes.

“Here, try this,” he holds up a black t-shirt, a little faded, and definitely big, even for him. “It’s comfortable.”

“Did you dye your hair?” The way the light hits it in here, it looks darker.

He hands you the shirt, and watches carefully as you pull it over your head. “I did, it just didn’t take very well.” The towel doesn’t shake loose until the hem falls below your hips, and he's a little disappointed. Still, he looks for whatever shape he can find under all the fabric. His eyes move down your legs, and back up slowly, stopping when he gets to your thighs.

“The glasses suit you, I like them”

“You do?” He lights up a little at the compliment, and smiles when you nod. “My shirt suits you.”

Seungmin hopes, he really hopes…he’s not sure where you’re at right now, as far as trusting him, and feeling comfortable…but he hopes you won’t take a step back when he takes one toward you, or when he reaches his hand out to touch your shirt sleeve. And then, very cautiously, your arm. Goosebumps jump up on your skin when he runs his thumb down to your elbow, but you don’t shy away. “You’re hungry…we should eat.”

“We should,” you move forward, and pull him down until you can almost reach his lips. “What did you make?”

Are you teasing him on purpose? “Spam fried rice…and eggs. I'm sure I have something sweet, if you’re in the mood.”

“That sounds good, yeah.” He’s pulled a little closer, but your lips land on the apple of his warm cheek, “sex is supposed to be better after you eat.”

/ / /

“Did we enjoy each other’s company?” Seungmin smiles to himself as he pours you more tea.

“You certainly did, considering how wrapped up in me you were that morning”

His face drops a little, “I was?”

Wrapped up is a little exaggerated, but you do tell him exactly how you woke up to him, and he blushes. “I can be a little noisy in my sleep, sorry.”

“And I was on your side of the bed, so maybe you were just migrating back to it”

He laughs, and getting that out of him feels like an accomplishment you didn’t know you needed. This version of Seungmin looks, and feels, different than any other you’ve met, but there are bits and pieces of each one still hanging on. The worry still sits in his eyes, but it’s subtle—every time he looks into yours, you can hear him wondering when you’ll leave again. He’s still nervous, just a little on edge, as if whatever he’s doing is wrong, or just not completely correct. When he asked how the food was, you told him the truth; it was perfect, and exactly what you needed, but you also told him, jokingly, that his onion chopping needed some work. He seemed to take it to heart, so it took some convincing to get his mind off of it. And whatever feelings come back when it’s time—the thing that sits on his shoulder, always seems to be there in some small way. Maybe it’s just the memory of it.

But he’s different. Seungmin did what he needed to do to feel normal for a while, and you see it. He looks at you easily, with much less intensity, and laughs a little bit louder. This must be the real Seungmin.

“I’m much more comfortable here,” Seungmin sits and hands you a mug, “and warmer.” Because you asked him to turn up the heat, and he apologized several times for not doing it sooner. “Thank you for having me again. Don’t make me regret it.”

He tilts his head to the side, and raises his eyebrows. You think you see a smile trying to tug at his lips, but he keeps it to himself, “no, I don’t want to do that. But I have a question.”

“Go ahead”

“Do you think being on top would make you more comfortable?”

“On top?” You stare at him blankly for a few beats, sip your tea. “Oh, on top. Of you. Maybe.” You keep your face neutral. He looks a little dejected, but when your eyes wander down, you can see how fast he’s getting hard, and a wave of pleasure runs all the way through you. “Won’t hurt to try.”

That’s all he needs to hear. Seungmin goes right for your waist and pulls you to your feet, “if you need me to stop…” he waits for your nod before leading you back to the bedroom.

“You changed your bedspread, you changed everything…well, almost everything.” Seungmin sees your gaze land on Daengmo. “Tell me about him later?”

He nods, sits comfortably and unbuttons his jeans, unzips them carefully, and groans when he can get them away from his erection. His sweatshirt is next, and when he gets it over his head and tosses it aside, you’re half kneeling on the bed, hem of your tshirt clenched in your fist. Seungmin laughs, and then pats his bare thigh, “right here.”

You listen, and carefully straddle him. “Oh,” you jump when his dick, still confined to his briefs, rubs against your aching clit. “Don’t tease,” you reach down and pull at the fabric.

“Not tonight,” he finishes freeing himself and rubs his head over your wet, silky entrance. “No teasing.” The groan he makes comes out so deep, and so needy, “are you ready? You feel ready.”

Two fingers slide down and up, disappearing deep inside of you, and the pressure he gives makes you whine. His free hand gently squeezes your hip, holds you still—the other slides out, “mm, yeah…so wet for me.” Before he does anything else, he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, “I’m all yours…” and lies back on the pillow.

You’re not sure you can get him in like this, but you take him in your hand and spread yourself open, slide your knees further and further apart so there’s nowhere else to go but in. The pressure is intense, but you know how wet you are, and how wet he’s still making you as you look at his calm, smirking face.

“Yeah, that’s good,” his hips jump, but he keeps himself under control. He wants you doing all the work right now. “A little more, I know you can take it all,” he moans when you stop and pull yourself up, and then slowly slide back down, “fuck.”

Back down, little by little, and the stretch hurts until you start to move up and down, gently, working your thighs to the point of burning. But you want to take him all. You’re still all here, no panic, no overwhelming memory of what happened before. Seungmin is so content just lying there watching you, and you want this now. All of it. You slow down and relax before setting both palms against his stomach. He flexes, and you feel every muscle hold you steady; you feel his hips twitch as you take another inch…and then another. And one more, all of him, stretching you to your limit.

“Good?”

“Good,” you roll your hips and stretch yourself even more, “so good.”

Seungmin wets his thumb on his tongue and finds your clit, teases it as you start to bounce again, “fuck,” his free hand slides over yours, “fuck, I might get there first…you feel so good,” he whines and moves faster, rubbing in tight little circles as you lose yourself and start to fuck him harder.

It hurts, in the best way—you can’t stop, and you can’t slow down until you come His heavy eyes and parted lips, tongue just barely poking out of the corner of his mouth…slowly licking across his teeth, is getting you there fast. His smile grows as you stare, and he moans again, just for you, “you feel so fucking good,” he whispers, and his exaggerated whine sends you over the edge. It starts building, fast, and you need to touch more of him. Your palm slides up to his chest, over his hard nipple, and back down his side. It tickles him, you can tell, but he doesn’t miss a beat rubbing your orgasm out of you.

You move faster, fuck him harder, and let the feeling overtake you. Seungmin keeps going, and his hips start moving now, thrusting up into you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs, but it doesn’t phase you this time.

Seungmin is loud when he comes. The bed shakes, and your body screams at you. He grips you tight, fingernails digging deep into your hips. The mess of cum starts running down your thighs and onto him. When he finally slows down, it’s because he’s out of breath, but his hips continue to move, softly, in and out.

/ / /

It was fast, but you’re exhausted. Racing heart, burning hips, and mess working its way out between your legs—you lay yourself onto the pillow and look to him. He’s still flat on his back, hands splayed across him, fingers moving against his tight stomach. His mouth is slightly parted as he catches his breath, and his eyes are closed. You take a second and try to read his mind.

But you can’t figure it out. You can’t begin to guess…you only hope he’s having good thoughts.

“Hm?” Seungmin looks at you, eyes mostly open, “did you say my name?”

“No, just looking at you”

Again, his eyes close, and you hear a quiet, exasperated what? come from him.

“What’s wrong? Seungmin?”

His hands move to cover his face, and he keeps them there as he mumbles a little to himself. You catch a word here and there, but you can't make anything of it until he finally uncovers his mouth...

"You shouldn't be here...you shouldn't be here right now"

Not again. He can't be doing this to you again, not after the trouble he just went through getting you here. "What do you mean?" Your heart is still pounding from the sex, and now it's mixing with the sick feeling in your stomach. "Seungmin?"

"What?" He sounds irritated. He looks irritated.

"You want me to...no, you don't, do you?" You sit up and pull the blankets up to your chin. The slow, uncomfortable feeling of his cum dripping out of you is making this so much worse. "No, you can't." The last part you whisper, because you don't know if you want him to hear. Your throat tightens, and your eyes water, and you think you feel him staring, but when you check, he's not.

Seungmin's eyes are closed, and his jaw is clenched tight. "Please, just leave me alone right now."

It was stupid to expect him to just be okay, but he was okay. He was himself when he brought you back, and when he made you a bath. When he cooked for you. It also seemed stupid to expect yourself to be okay, but you were, and still are. Sort of. You decide to just stop talking, tuck yourself deep into the covers, and wait for whatever this is to pass. Leaving isn't really an option for you anymore. You don't want to leave.

/ / /

A hard kick straight to your shin wakes you from your sleep. You were in deep, dreaming like before, only this time Seungmin wasn’t there. The darkness, the cold wet ground, the sound of footsteps in the mud…that was all still there—loud, desperate cries from a child, barely audible, but that sound sticks with you even after waking up. It rings in your head as the spot just below your knee throbs in pain.

“Seungmin," a gentle shake of his shoulder brings him out of his sleep, and his face relaxes almost immediately when he realizes he’s in his bed. “You didn't wanna be in that dream anymore, did you?”

He takes a few deep breaths before sitting up and rubbing at his cheeks, “was I talking?” And then he moves his hands to just below his eyes, as if he's feeling for tears, “or—”

“No, you kicked me. And you looked very unhappy.”

“Kicked you?” Seungmin folds his legs up to his chest, and he looks like a kid. A very tired, very confused kid. “Hard?”

“Hard enough, but I’m fine”

“I’m sorry”

Reading him is difficult, maybe because you’re still tired. Last night feels like it couldn’t have happened—all of it; Seungmin coming to find you, bringing you home with him…what that came after. Everything feels like a fever dream you’ve been floating through, half awake. “No, it’s okay. I was in the middle of a dream, too. Being awake is better.”

“Were you comfortable, did you sleep well?" He’s looking at your legs as they move around under the blankets, “let me see.”

“I’m okay, I promise." He clearly doesn't remember.

Seungmin nods, but pulls at the blankets anyway. He keeps pulling and reaching until you finally give in and show him your leg. “Thank you,” he touches the red spot, and the slightly broken skin.

“Do you remember last night?” You ask, and he doesn’t move, but his gaze does. “After, I mean.”

Yes, he remembers laying next to you, and trying not to doze off too fast—still so tired after so much sleep. He lost that battle, though. “Yeah, I fell asleep. I should have stayed awake with you.”

“You don’t remember talking to me before that?”

He shakes his head, and sets his warm hand over the sore spot. If he doesn't remember it, then maybe it doesn't matter. "What did I say?"

You watch his face as you speak, "uhm, you told me I shouldn't be here. And you asked me to leave you alone."

There is no change in his face, so you suspect he isn't very surprised by what he said. His hand slides down your shin, to your ankle, and then back up...very slowly. It's gentle and sweet, but something about it is unnerving at the same time. That doesn't stop a chill from running up your body, and goosebumps to run up your arms. His warm hands feel good, and when he squeezes your thigh, you have to stifle a moan.

"Don't believe everything I say"

The softness of his voice, and another squeeze of his hand almost distracts you from what he tells you. "How do I know what to believe?" You pull yourself back a little, but Seungmin's grip on your thigh tightens. "How do I know when you're telling me the truth?"

"I didn't mean that last night"

"You sounded like you meant it"

"I didn't, I promise." He pulls you closer, "look at me." He waits until you do, but whatever he's trying to say hasn't come together in his head yet. Seungmin is feeling very overwhelmed, very suddenly, and he wants to scream. He wants to squeeze your thigh until his nails dig in deep enough to break the skin. "I don't know how to make you believe me."

"Please, let go"

He looks down at the hold he has on you, and it's too much, just not quite enough to make you bleed. His grip loosens, and the mark left behind is red and angry.

"I need to go clean up"

/ / /

The strong smell of coffee comes through the bathroom door, so you know he's up, and probably out there waiting. You check the marks on your thigh. It stings, and you can see the perfect crescent shaped indentations he left behind. It could be much worse—the cool washcloth takes away most of the pain. You rinse it under warm water and clean up the mess you should've taken care of last night; the mess you really shouldn't have made at all. But you try not to think about it. You try not to think about what he just outright told you about himself. And this hold he has on you—it's not the best idea, but you shove that down for now, too.

You crack the door and peek out, take in the smell of the coffee, and head for the kitchen. Sitting on the counter is a mug, already filled, two pieces of warm toast, and a jar of plum jam.

But Seungmin isn’t here.

Cold air hits you where you’re standing, and you follow it back to his bedroom—to the slowly moving curtains covering the sliding door of the balcony. The bed is empty and made, and there’s a fresh tshirt and pair of sweatpants sitting at the corner. You’ll have to assume they’re for you, and you're thankful for them. It's freezing in here again. You change before returning to the curtains, and very carefully, very quietly, pull them aside just enough to look out.

Seungmin is sitting cross-legged on the ground, hands neatly in his lap. He’s leaning a little, so his head is resting on the wall closest to him. You know he must be cold, because he’s only in the tshirt and shorts he wore to bed, and you also know he’s out there because he wants, or needs to be alone. So you leave him alone. You return to your coffee and the breakfast he made, and you wait.

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧 - baseball player bfb!kim seungmin x fem reader

wc: 14.2k

cw: enemies to lovers, very mean dom seungmin, mc makes out w chan in a friend way, mc is dramatic and a brat, seungmin is done w her shit but is very possessive, SMUT MDNI

synopsis: you love your best friend, you hate her baseball playing brother. he’s not been home for a few years during your summers back home, so you can’t wait for another amazing summer - until he returns home.

a/n: thank u all for being so excited abt this <3 sorry for the length. smut warnings under the cut!

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sw: very mean dom seungmin (again), face slapping, borderline exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, heavy dirty talk, reader is a brat, breeding kink, reader is a painslut, begging

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When you were a mere three years old, you met your platonic soulmate in the form of Kim Sieun. She had the exact same humour as you, loved climbing on the monkey bars and she had a dog. It was your three best friend criterias fulfilled. When she first invited you to her house for a playdate, you were thrilled, and you’ve been inseparable ever since.

You’ve been through everything together. Your first break-ups, your first hangovers, first parties, you name it - you’ve both been present for each other’s momentous events. You were pretty sure you’d both started your periods on the exact same day. She really was the other part of you, the second silver heart piece to your cheap friendship chain you’ve worn for years around your neck. 

The biggest heartbreak was when you moved away to attend university, and Sieun stayed to begin a full-time job immediately after graduation. You’d been separated after being by each other's side for so long, when everything had been so perfect for you two up until then, only miniscule, small-term problems. 

Well, perfect apart from one thing. 

Her brother. Kim Seungmin was the bane of your existence. Ever since he met you, two years older than both you and Sieun, he found it funny to ruffle your hair and make fun of how shy and timid you were. It’s something you’d brush off now, being the person you grew into - confident, loud, straight up stubborn as some might say. When you were younger, though, this cut deep. You’d had your first ever crush on him, and confided in Sieun about the matter, to which she’d giggled and fake-gagged as if she wouldn’t be overjoyed to have you in the family. You’d had your first ever crush on him, and he’d made fun of you for years after as if he knew. You cannot stand him now. Even being in the same room as the guy boiled your blood. 

It was one of the reasons why you got rid of that personality. That wasn’t you. You were shy and timid because you were only a kid, God damn it! You’d love to say it hadn’t affected you, but it had, and you and Seungmin had bickered ever since you gained enough confidence to fight back. It was actually something Sieun found very amusing, insisting that the two of you were fated soulmates. 

Still, as you stood in the airport waiting for Sieun’s arrival to pick you up, you felt blessed. Coming home for the summer was always exciting. You got to see old friends, who would almost always have parties, and another exciting part was that you’d be staying with Sieun for a solid three weeks of it. It was going to be the best summer ever. Your parents had decided to go away on holiday two days before your arrival back home, and you couldn’t have felt more satisfied with the development.

Oh, and - Kim Seungmin would not be there. No, while you were a student busting your ass to make ends meet, Seungmin had obtained a full baseball scholarship to university and went straight into pro baseball once he’d finished. Of course he did. You tried not to let it bother you anymore, that he was so fucking successful while being so smarmy. It wound you up beyond belief, so you just avoided thinking about the guy altogether. 

Clutching onto your suitcase handle, you almost vibrated with excitement when Sieun’s half-dead car pulled up. Honestly, she’d had the same car since you were seventeen, and it hadn’t been fully working then. It was even worse after a few years. She kept saying she’d get her dad to look at it, but she was always out and about doing god knows what in said half broken car. It was a death trap.

Immediately, you saw the car door swing open - and almost fall off completely - when her engine completely stopped. Sieun bustled out of the car to the loading area of the airport, her puppy eyes wide and her legs shaking. She was going to scream, or jump, or die. Maybe all three. You weren’t doing much better - your eyes brimmed with tears when you embraced Sieun in a death grip of a hug. 

“I- missed- you- God, can’t breathe-“ Sieun grunted, trying to push you off. You pulled away, still with teary eyes as you gazed up at her. She was taller than you, almost matching her brother’s height. The whole family was relatively tall. As soon as you both looked at eachother, Sieun was gripping you in a firm hug again, and it was your turn to get suffocated. 

Once you’d eventually stopped hugging each other and crying - it had been approximately five months since you saw each other last - Sieun loaded your suitcase into the car and all but pushed you into the passenger seat. You groaned as you kicked through multiple McDonald’s cups to try and get your feet flat on the floor. Sieun simply giggled, settling into the driver’s seat. 

She plugged in her seatbelt, starting to drive back to her family home. “So, how’s college been? Any cute guys?”

“Sieun, I called you every week, you know what’s happened,” you laughed, playing around with the settings on her car to try and get the radio on. Did it even have a radio?

“The radio’s broken.” Of course it is. Well, it couldn’t get any worse - you’d already failed the Bechdel test. 

You leaned back against the seat, fingers playing with the friendship necklace chain. You hummed, trying to think of something Sieun may not know. “Well, there was this one guy. Super my type. Stoic, a little bit bitchy, you know? Dark hair, and all that. But when we ended up sleeping together, there was no chemistry.”

Sieun groaned in sympathy. “You know, I hate that! You really like a guy, and then he doesn’t even know where the clit is. It really pisses me off. How’s classes though?”

Sieun normally didn’t ask this many questions straight off the bat, especially not ones she knew the answers to. She was distracting you, sweetening you up by acting like she was just so interested in you. Something was fishy, and it wasn’t the strange smell of her car. When you turned to look at her, her plump lips were pouted as usual, covered in lip gloss - but there was an unmistakable twitch to them. Her eyes were narrowed, staring at the road ahead of her. She was hiding something.

You blinked. She started humming along to a song on the radio. There was no song on. Said radio was broken. “Sieun. What gives?”

Sieun sighed, slamming her hands down on the steering wheel. “Okay! I didn’t know how to tell you. I know this was meant to be our super amazing summer, face masks and beaches and just general slaying, so I didn’t want to ruin it.”

You realised you were arriving onto her street, the big house always taking you by surprise. You wanted to focus on Sieun’s words, but you were instead distracted by the driveway. Sieun’s parents shared a car, and Sieun had her own car. 

There were two cars in the driveway. Sieun’s parents’ car, a silver tank of a thing that looked like it could get through a boulder. Then, a sleeker car, perhaps closer to a sports car - much cleaner, much more expensive… with a personalised licence plate. No. No.

“My brother’s home.”

You wanted to die. Gone were your slay summer plans - now you’d be perpetually arguing with your best friend’s annoying older brother. He did absolutely everything deliberately to piss you off. Taking way too long in the bathroom brushing his teeth while you needed to pee, disconnecting the games controller when you were finally about to finish a boss fight… just petty activities like that. 

Why now? Why had he chosen this summer to come home, when he’d been away for every other summer playing baseball or whatever he does? No. He didn’t deserve to be back right now. You shook your head at Sieun. “I’m not going to let him ruin our awesome summer.” 

Sieun spluttered out a laugh. “Okay, Seungmin’s not the devil. You two bicker like an old married couple, y’know. Maybe there’s-“

“Shut. It.”

You didn’t have the time or the patience to hear yet another ten minute long spiel about how Sieun and her parents strongly believed that you and Seungmin were fated soulmates. The little patience you had completely disappeared when a figure bounded up to the car window. You turned to stare through the glass. 

Kim Seungmin. Stood there, beaming at you with that dumb smile that he always had when he was ready to wind you the fuck up. You had thanked every single god that your window was still rolled up, maybe you could just hide until he got bored and left - until Sieun rolled the window down with an evil chuckle. 

Then, you looked at him - like, really looked at him. The chubby cheeks he’d once possessed had disappeared with age, now sporting some nice looking cheekbones and a sharp jawline. The braces were gone, pearly white teeth showing with his smile, and his hair. God, his hair. He’d dyed the front of his hair blonde, and it was just slightly parted in the middle to show his forehead. He cocked his head at you, eyes glinting with menacing delight at your appearance. Oh no.

“Welcome back, brat.”

The bane of your existence had gotten fucking hot.

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It had just gotten worse. Once he’d pretended to have an ounce of chivalry by helping you take your suitcase inside, Seungmin had immediately reverted to the person he was the last time you saw him. Which was a while ago, by that point, since he’d always been too busy playing baseball games to make an appearance in your life for the past few years. You hadn’t really seen him since you went to university. It honestly made you feel relieved, but now you’d seen him - well, he was definitely better looking than he had been. That fact was only reinforced to you as you walked through their long hallway, taking in all the family pictures that had been up for so many years. You were even in a few of them, chubby cheeks and acne galore as you stood with your arm around Sieun. 

You’d stared at him all the way through dinner, in all honesty. After your second, adopted parents had greeted you and Sieun’s mother had cried upon seeing how much you’d grown - you hadn’t grown since you were thirteen, being on the shorter side of things - you’d all sat down to eat the hearty meal that she'd prepared. Seungmin sat in front of you in his assigned place, something you previously would’ve hated, but you could at least analyse him.

Yeah, something had changed. He was aesthetically pleasing, but you hadn’t forgotten his fucking behaviour. He was a menace. You shoved another forkful of the homemade lasagne in your mouth, furrowing your eyebrows at the boy sitting in front of you. 

His eyes flickered to look at you, but you didn’t even think about looking away. His eyes were so dark. Stoic, almost, and he was like… okay, yeah, he looked like your ex-fling from college. That’s weird. It didn’t even stop you maybe bordering on finding Seungmin attractive, as much as it put you off of your lasagne to even think of the concept.

“Can you stop fucking staring at me?” Seungmin hissed, his fork clattering down to the plate with an eye watering noise. You huffed, reaching forward to stab him with your knife before Sieun yanked your hand back. 

“Who said I was staring at you? I’m eating my fucking food, you heathen, and everytime I look up your ugly face is right in front of me-”

“Oh, I missed this!” Sieun’s mother smiled, her eyes fond. “Let me just get a camera, and I can take a picture of you three.”

Later on, in Sieun’s room, you both sat with your legs laid up against the headboard and sheet masks on your face. The anger was still burning in your stomach, but you were trying not to let everything revolve around him, like it always did. 

“So, we’re going to watch Seungmin’s baseball game tomorrow. Mum and dad are super excited about it,” Sieun said, painting your nails where your hand laid on her stomach. You groaned, feet kicking against the wall with small thuds. Sieun’s hand paused with the tiny paint brush, turning to look at you through narrowed eyes. “You don’t think he… looks different? Everyone’s been saying that since he came home.”

“Looks different?” You snickered. “Still looks pretty fucking weird to me. Seriously, how are the two of you even related? You’re pretty, nice, funny, and he’s so fucking- ugh! I can’t even explain it, and he-”

Sieun snorted. “You think he’s hot.”

You gasped, pulling your hand away. The nail polish smeared all over your finger, which was decidedly the one you used to point menacingly towards your lifelong best friend. “I do not! He’s gotten taller, yeah. The hair’s… different, but that’s the only thing that’s changed. He’s still fucking annoying, even after getting his braces off, and-”

“And you’ve noticed all these things about him,” Sieun sighed, leaning up and readjusting her whole body to sit cross legged, facing you. She put the paintbrush back in the nail polish bottle. The sheet mask made her look a lot less friendly than she was trying to be. The Sheet Mask Murderer could be a good horror film, you pondered, as she stared at you. “Bestie, I’m not going to be upset if you have a crush on my brother, you know? I know he’s grown up in the past year, and so have you. Things could be different now, and… you could be part of the family, officially, I guess.”

You screwed up your face, shock painting your expression. The sheet mask got caught in the lines of your forehead. “You’re deranged, Sieun. You know that, right? Like, you’ve actually lost the plot this time.”

Sieun sighed, fingers reaching to peel the sheet mask off of her face. “I have always been deranged.”

“Well, yeah, there is that.”

She flopped back down next to you, dark hair splaying around her head like a halo. “We will still have the best summer. I promise you.”

“Okay, my conditions are that we have to go to a lot of cool parties, get amazingly drunk and maybe fuck one or two people. Deal?”

“Um, duh? Deal.”

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You’d dreaded the baseball game all day. For starters, you were going to see baseball, something you had absolutely no clue about. Secondly, it was your literal enemy’s baseball game. It was also one of his pro games, and was taking place at a massive stadium where just about everyone seemed to know who Seungmin was and who his family was. You’d already had to witness Sieun posing with a peace sign for multiple selfies with fans once you’d all found your seats, and Sieun’s mother had already put an arm around you to show you exactly where Seungmin would be once the game started.

“He’ll be over there,” She pointed to a part of the field. You didn’t really care. You had no clue what baseball was or any of its rules - just that there were bats and they hit balls and ran. You decided that was all you needed to know. You weren’t going to do any research for it, not if it was him playing. 

You and Sieun had dressed up, too, because Sieun had thankfully found a beach party for you all to go to later. ‘All’ sadly included Seungmin and his gaggle of just as annoying friends. The only one you really got on with was Chan, who was mature and seemed to be ageing ten times quicker due to the stress the rest of the group caused him. You both kissed when you were drunk and had agreed you were just friends who liked to kiss, which was optimal for you, really. You had decided that you would dress up nicely in a borderline slutty white dress and sandals for the party, and you had makeup on. It was most definitely for the party, and not for any other reason.

When the game started, you thought you were going to have a heart attack and die. While Sieun and her family were cheering out Seungmin’s name, all you saw was that ass in tight, pinstripe trousers. He was grinning, waving over to your section - definitely not at you, he hated you and you were literally looking at him with the most shocked expression in that moment. He looked good. You decided it was okay to admit that mentally, because no one was ever going to hear you say it. His ass looked peachy and you wanted to bite into it like it was one, and maybe see what the front of his body looked like - all of it.

It all looked good, at least when he was wearing clothes. Broad shoulders pulled that jersey tight around them, and his hat was pulled low to almost obscure his dark eyes. When he rolled his neck, clicking it out with one broad hand before grabbing the ball, you knew your panties were wet. Soaking, actually, because he looked so broad and so tall and so fucking powerful on that pitch. You’d always had a thing for men who looked like they could fuck you like you were beneath them. The fleeting thought that Seungmin would definitely do just that caused your cheeks to blaze.

Obviously, his team won. Obviously he did, because then you had to stand there afterwards when his whole family hugged him and you just stood there kicking pebbles before wincing that it hurt your bare toes. Fuck sandals. Fuck Seungmin. 

Once he’d hugged Sieun, he turned to you, cheeks slightly pink from the exertion of the sport. You briefly thought about how baseball wasn’t even that tiring. One stripe of black paint on his cheek caught your eye when you looked at him. When Sieun elbowed your side, you looked up, arms folded across your chest. Seungmin blinked at you, hands in his pockets with a cocky smirk. You knew what he was waiting for. 

Mumbling, you spoke - “Congrats.”

“Say it properly, brat.”

“Fuck you, I don’t say what you want me to say!” You kicked a pebble at him successfully, smiling in accomplishment when it bounced off of his knee. He simply scowled, repeating what you said in a meh bleh, bleh bleh type of way. When you let your arms drop from your chest to strangle him to the floor Bart and Homer style, Sieun gripped you by the back of your bodycon dress and dragged you back to stand next to her. 

“Go get changed for the party, Seungie,” She said, keeping you in her hand like you were a rabid dog on a leash. “And you. You can’t just try to strangle my brother-”

“How did you even know I was going to strangle him?”

“Because, it’s not the first time!” Sieun shouted, stomping her feet like a child. She finally stopped holding onto you, huffing as she turned to look at you fully. Seungmin’s parents had left to get to the car, insisting on giving you all a lift to the beach where the party was held. Your parents would never. You’d lost count of how many times you had blisters from walking back from somewhere five miles away because your mother was engrossed in another show on television. Seungmin raised an eyebrow at the both of you. 

“I’m gonna go get changed.” He finally spoke, waving towards the direction of the locker room. You grimaced.

“Okay, and? I don’t care,” When you watched Seungmin walk away, eyes unable to tear away from that tight ass in those trousers, you could practically feel Sieun’s own eyes boring into your face. Finally turning to look at her, you saw a slight smile on her lips. “Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything, bestie.”

You stormed off to the car, in a foul mood now that you’d been caught by Sieun ogling her own brother. Just to make matters worse, you had been designated to shimmy into the middle seat of the back because you were the smallest, so you’d be sat in between the two siblings. Brilliant. Just ideal, really. Thankfully, Sieun’s parents had already put the air con on. The heat of the summer had been killing you in that packed baseball stadium. 

“So, what did you think of Seungmin?” Sieun’s dad asked you. He looked a lot like Seungmin actually, just an aged version with salt and pepper hair. You smiled politely, about to respond before Sieun cut you off.

“Dad, don’t. She’s already wound up.” You wanted to kiss Sieun. You could not discuss what had just happened, including the game. You’d spent the whole time drooling over the bane of your existence. When Seungmin finally got to the car, you side eyed him in order to see what he was wearing, and were more than pleased to see he was in a light grey t-shirt and baggy blue jeans. Good. Nothing tight. 

The beach party was packed when you arrived there. A lot of sweaty young adults smoking weed, drinking and perched around a campfire or dancing near the portable speaker playing music quietly. All you could think about was how much you deserve a drink after the day’s events, and you were quick to drag Sieun over to Chan when you spotted him. Dark curly hair hidden under a hat and a sleeveless black tank top. Unmistakably Chan, and also unmistakably someone who would donate alcohol to a good cause. 

He immediately looked up at you, his smile wide with dimples adorning his cheeks. You saw Seungmin flop down next to some other friends he had from the corner of your eye. Chan caught your attention though, handing you and Sieun a beer each. “Hello, you. Welcome back to the town.” 

“Channie!” You squealed, taking the beer from him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He subsequently pulled you onto his lap and Sieun giggled, sitting in the sand next to him. You’d always been close with Chan, and you wouldn’t be lying if you said you found him attractive. Those arms showing in the sleeveless top were definitely doing something for you that night, but you weren’t sure if it was the pent up aggression from earlier. You immediately pressed the beer to your lips at the thought, swigging down a lot of the liquid. 

Then, it just felt like the drinks kept coming. Over and over you were drinking beers that were handed to you by either Chan or Changbin, one of the others you were friendly with, and you found yourself becoming tipsy and slouching on Chan’s lap. The fire burned your eyes a bit when you stared into it, but you were still giggling, leaning your head back on Chan’s shoulder.

Seungmin glowered, turning to Sieun and speaking almost inaudibly. “Stop her drinking. She’s making a fool of herself, all over Chan like that.”

“They’re friends, you idiot. She’s not even drunk, they’re just always like that!” You didn’t have time to thank Sieun for defending you immediately against her own brother because Hyunjin was coming over to you with two small plastic shot glasses. One sniff of the liquid proved it was vodka, a fact you weren’t surprised about - Hyunjin loved to get utterly white-girl-wasted at any party. His smile was wide and eyes half-lidded already when he looked at you. 

“This is for you,” Hyunjin whispered. His fringe almost obscured his face as he handed a shot glass to you, and offered the other to Chan. Chan held out his hand, pushing it softly back to Hyunjin. Hyunjin literally just shrugged his shoulders, toasting your own shot before knocking his own back. He didn’t even make a face when taking shots, which was probably the fact about Hyunjin you were most jealous of - along with his ethereal beauty, obviously. You grimaced when the liquid hit your own taste buds, glugging it back thankfully. You couldn’t gag on Chan right now. 

The music filled your ears as the sun began to set. Someone had turned the speaker up just a bit louder, and Jisung had started to dance and embarrass himself. It was the usual behaviour. You saw Changbin chatting to some girls you and Sieun had gone to school with, and Sieun got up to go and join, leaving Seungmin chatting with the other boys on the other side of the bonfire. You sat quite happily on Chan’s lap, listening to him telling a story from work.

“I mean, it was insane. Hannie quite literally wrote this entire song in like, five minutes. We were all super drunk. I have no idea how he did it,” Chan said, hands flying everywhere in his story. You blinked at him for a moment, processing who Hannie was. Ah. Han Jisung. Hannie. The round-cheeked boy was still twerking across from you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, ‘m just a bit tipsy now,” You giggled, nuzzling into his cheek. Chan laughed at your level of clinginess, hand placed on your hip comfortingly. “Sorry, Channie.”

“That’s okay. Hey, remember a few years ago? You always wanted kisses from me and Changbin when you were drunk, heh,” Chan looked at you, eyes fond. When you finally looked into his eyes, it was like your brain caught up with what he was saying. Kisses? God, that’d be so good.

“Kisses. Oh my God,” You whispered, eyes wide. Chan threw his head back, hand over his face while he laughed this time. “Channie.”

Chan sighed, finally looking at you. “Yes? What is it?” He knew what it was. You surged forward, pressing a familiar friendly kiss to his plump lips. He raised his eyebrows in shock, pulling you back by his grip on your hips.

“I cannot kiss you right now. Seungmin is there, and he is looking at us.”

“Who cares about that guy? He’s an ass,” You mumbled, pressing your lips to Chan again. Chan sighed into the kiss, finally giving up and letting his lips brush against yours. You loved kissing Chan. It was always so fun, so familiar, just two friends making out when drunk. It was one of your favourite pastimes, to be honest. You were just getting into the kiss when you felt hands on your waist, scooping you up and throwing you over one broad shoulder. You heard Chan laugh while you were disoriented, trying to work out whose shoulder you were even on and why are you walking away from the beach party?! You were having so much fun! 

“What is goin’ on?!” You shrieked, legs flailing around. You were slurring at this point, and you even heard Sieun giggling over the music. Finally, you heard a sigh as the feet of the body you had been stolen by started to wade through the sand and onto the street.

“We are going home. That’s what’s fucking going on,” Seungmin. You grimaced, wriggling to try and get off of his shoulder, but the grip he had on your body was unbelievable. “Why the hell were you doing that?”

“Doing what? Kissing Chan? I always kiss Chan.”

“I don’t want you to do that anymore, okay?” You huffed at his words, resorting to slamming your fists on his back as he walked quickly down the street. He didn’t even flinch. “Are you listening to me, brat? I don’t want you doing that.”

“You are not my fucking dad, Kim Seungmin. You don’t decide who I kiss!” You sounded like a petulant child, whining and squirming around to be put down on your feet. Finally, Seungmin grabbed your hips with both hands, placing you down on the floor. Cars were speeding past you as you both stood on the pavement. You crossed your arms over your chest, vision slightly blurry from the intoxication and body covered in sand. Seungmin didn’t look to be doing any better, beige specks of sand in his dark hair and his grey t-shirt completely covered. He shoved his hands in his pockets, tilting his head when looking at you.

“I may not decide who you kiss, but I’m gonna be mad if you do that again. Got it?” Seungmin was stoic, sharp as he spoke in a monotone voice towards you. You furrowed your eyebrows. What? Why did it matter? “He’s my friend.”

“Okay, and? I don’t care.” You repeated your words from earlier. Seungmin huffed, blowing a strand of blonde hair from his forehead. You looked at him. He looked at you. Then, he was turning around, walking down the road in the direction towards his house. You gasped, appalled that he’d leave you there on the side of the road like some kind of bag of trash. 

After a few long strides, you heard him groan faintly in the distance. He stopped dead still, turning around to you with a grimace. “Are you coming, or?”

You stood your ground. “Nope.”

“Fine, stay there and be killed by a raccoon or something, fucking brat. Or worse, an actual murderer. Wouldn’t that be scary? A murderer just killing you while you’re standing there in your sandals. Can’t even protect yourself, can’t throw your shoe at him like you do with me because what harm will sandals do-” Seungmin stopped talking when you ran at him, eyes wide as you wrapped your arm around his own. He huffed, trying to shake your arm off of his, but you held on tightly. Your bottom lip quivered. You were such a baby when it came to scary things like raccoons and murderers. 

“‘M scared now, Seungmin.” You whispered, leaning your head on his arm. You could practically sense Seungmin rolling his eyes as he wrapped his arm around you, holding you close to his warm body. 

“Only five minutes now. Five minutes and we’ll be home, okay?” You nodded, trying to keep up with the strides of his long legs. 

In bed that night, laying in Sieun’s bed sans Sieun, you couldn’t help but wonder just what the fuck that was. Seungmin was almost nice for a moment. Sure, he’d had that weird freak out about you kissing Chan - that was strange - but then he’d not left you on the side of the road. A few years ago, he would have left you on the pavement and then proceeded to go get a car to run you over on said pavement. He had changed.

Kim Seungmin was hot. You’ll admit that, unfortunately. But now Kim Seungmin was hot and he had morals, too. 

That one would be hard to process.

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The next morning, you were woken up by Sieun’s arm across your forehead and her soft snores in your ear. You briefly felt extremely guilty for making sure she hadn’t gotten home safe, but judging by her still sleeping, she’d left after you’d fallen asleep. You wanted to wake her, to ask her what the fuck her brother’s deal was, but you settled on heading downstairs to get some breakfast and calm your stomach. It felt like a bomb had gone off in there. 

You started to make your way downstairs to get breakfast, but you walked straight into Seungmin’s chest as soon as you left Sieun’s bedroom. He stood with a mug of coffee in his hands, blinking down at you like you were, in fact, a bomb that had just gone off in front of him. 

You stared up at him, eyes wide. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Move, brat.”

Oh. So he was just going to forget him being borderline nice ever happened? What a fucking- ugh! You scoffed, looking down at the coffee. 

“You know this isn’t your room right, dumbass? Take your coffee into your own room.” Seungmin rolled his eyes, barging past you to stand by the door.

“It’s for my sister, dumbass.” You wanted to ask where’s mine, then, but Seungmin would only laugh at you and move on with his life. It annoyed you beyond belief that Seungmin had actually been nice to you the night before and then continued to act like absolutely nothing happened. You wanted to positively kick him across the face like the Mortal Kombat games he used to unplug your controller on.

Still, you had hope for the summer. Two straight days of hell would not change your mind. You just had to get through today, a chill, relaxing day with Sieun where you both nursed slight hangovers and probably cried over making mistakes the night before. Then there was hope for some fun tomorrow. 

Tomorrow was the annual camping trip with your friend group. It only went on for one night, in the woods close to your actual home a few streets away, but it was something everyone looked forward to. Unfortunately, given that your friend group was also Seungmin’s friend group, and that he was back now, it meant he would be there. This was unlike the annual camping trips before, and you were dreading his presence. You just had to avoid him, and he wouldn’t stop you kissing your friends. He wouldn’t stop you having fun if you just acted like he wasn’t there. The thought made your blood boil. 

You hid in the bathroom until you heard Seungmin’s footsteps recede back into his bedroom, and then you emerged. Fuck breakfast. You needed a good heart-to-heart with your best friend. Stomping back into the bedroom, you were met with Sieun’s eyes still only half open, just about emerging from above the mug.

“Oh, hey,” Sieun mumbled. She blew the hot liquid in the cup and then took a sip, humming with satisfaction. You stood there, arms crossed across your chest and foot tapping with annoyance. Sieun looked at you. You looked at her, a frown on your lips. She sighed. “What’s he done now?”

“Well, what the fuck was last night, Sieun?!” You exclaimed, throwing your body down on the bed. Sieun snorted, sounding like she was holding back a laugh. “Sieun, he picked me up and took me from a party. What was that? And, and! On the way home, he was kind of being… nice?! Then, just now, this morning, he was being absolutely horrible again!”

“And this annoys you because…? You’re always horrible to each other, sweetie.”

“Yes, I’m aware,” You huffed, turning over to scream into a pink heart pillow on Sieun’s bed. “He’s coming tomorrow, too. Like, as if it could get any worse!”

Sieun hummed. You heard the mug clink onto the bedside table, probably to live next to another ten mugs for about three weeks. “I’ll make sure he’s on his best behaviour.”

You grumbled into the fabric. Then, as if you’d completely forgotten about it, a blurred memory came into your head. I don’t want you doing that anymore. He’d said that in confidence, stood there in front of you, all long legs and pouty lips forming the words. “He… he said he didn’t want me kissing Chan anymore.”

Sieun spluttered. “He- he what?! Why would he say that?”

You shrugged. “D’no. Weird though. It… it made me feel weird. Like, almost shy. I don’t know.”

“That’s because you have a big old crush on my brother. We’ll address that later, though, because it seems my brother may have a big old crush on you,” You lifted your head, blinking at her. The drink had gone to her head last night. She was now clinically insane, beyond deranged by the sounds of it. Her eyes were peering out of the window opposite her bed in deep contemplation. “I mean, it makes sense. You two do bicker like an old married couple, but maybe that’s your shtick.” 

“I do not have a big old crush on your brother. He does not have a big old crush on me. We are mortal enemies.”

“Mmhm, okay, honey. We’ll see what happens tomorrow, yeah?”

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You didn’t sleep a wink the night before the camping trip. Of course you didn’t. Your thoughts were riddled with stupid remarks and baseball uniforms and long legs looking amazing in said baseball uniforms. Eventually, you’d actually cried a bit, just wanting him to leave your mind. Then, you felt pathetic crying over a man. That disgusted you beyond belief.

It had you thinking that Sieun may have been onto something. Maybe you did have a stupid crush on her brother. Maybe it had never left, ever since you’d caught sight of his chubby cheeks and mop of dark hair when you were both little. You’d have to just overcome it. Arguing with him would probably help, and you did that everyday, so it’d be fine. Manageable, at least, so long as he kept his goddamn nose out of your business. You’d had stupid crushes on people before, and you knew this one could leave very easily and very quickly.

Unfortunately, due to the lack of sleep, you had been forced to smother your eye bags in concealer that was maybe a shade too light. Seungmin had commented on this when you and his sister loaded your stuff into his pristine car, grimacing at the sight of you.

“You look like a ghost, brat.” You had immediately tried to rub the concealer off with your fingers, and now it was just a smeared mess on your otherwise decent skin. Fuck that guy. Fuck Kim Seungmin. Fuck yourself, too, because why were you trying to adhere to what he said?

It had still been plaguing your mind when you laid next to the lake in the woods while everyone drank around you. You had taken your premixed cocktail in a can to the lake not too far from the lake, and were perched in your blue bikini trying to get somewhat of a tan. Your skin was only blazing with anger, not sun. All of a sudden, you heard some branches snapping, and opening your eyes served you with the face of your best friend.

“Truth or dare. C’mon, everyone’s playing.”

You were lugged back to the campsite, groaning with your can still in your hand. Chan perked up immediately at the sight of you, patting his lap in invitation. 

You went to walk over, smiling at his dimpled cheeks, but quickly turned to Seungmin. “Sorry, Channie, I should probably check if I’m allowed first.”

Everyone erupted in roars, even Chan, who dragged you by your waist onto his lap while still giggling. Seungmin practically glowered, eyes staring you down with the anger within him. 

“Let's start with you then, brat,” Seungmin said, motioning towards you with the hand wrapped around the neck of his beer. “Truth or dare?”

You pretended to think. You always chose the same thing. “Truth.”

“Boring!” Sieun screamed, her pink bikini strap slipping down her shoulder. Changbin used two fingers to push it back up into place. Always a gentleman. “Okay, what is the biggest lie you’ve ever told?”

Seungmin turned to Sieun, displeasure written all over his features. “It’s literally meant to be me asking the question.”

“I don’t care.” Sieun shrugged. She also knew what the biggest lie you’ve ever told is, judging by the smirk on her face when she turned back towards you.

You smacked your lips together. Okay. If he had a crush on you, it would be instantly severed in that moment, because you were about to wholeheartedly tell the truth. “Seungmin, I was the one who broke your PS4. I spilled coffee over it.”

“What?! You fucking brat!” Everyone screamed again, Chan howling with laughter at Seungmin’s exasperation. “Tell me that you aren’t serious. You told me that-“

“I told you that the dog peed on it?” You giggled. Seungmin nodded, eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah, no. It stank of coffee, so you’re kinda dumb for believing me in the first place.”

Seungmin huffed. His cheeks were red, breathing heavy. Oh, he was so mad. Good. You lived your life specifically to piss Kim Seungmin off.

“Okay, Seungmin. Truth or dare?” Changbin spoke up. He didn’t need to speak up, because his voice was like a foghorn already. Seungmin sighed again, turning to the shorter male. 

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss Dahyun.” You turned to the girl in question. She was quite quiet, only speaking when spoken to, but you and Sieun had been friendly enough with her back in high school. She’d been close with Chan, though, and had kind of stuck with the group since. You thought she didn’t even like Seungmin either, but the way she perked up at the statement said otherwise. 

Seungmin, however, was still looking very pissed off. He put his beer bottle on the floor, sighing as he made his way over to Dahyun. You heard Jisung giggling, making lewd comments and noises in Minho’s ear, who just pushed him off with a sigh of fondness. All of a sudden, Seungmin’s lips were pressed to hers. You could see everything. Tongue and spit swapped between the two, and you found yourself turning to look at your drink instead. Awkward.

It made you feel awkward. More than that, though, it kind of made you feel weird. You weren’t sure of the emotion exactly, but you knew you wanted to leave instantly and never see Seungmin or Dahyun ever again. You also wanted to scream. Especially when you finally let yourself look up, when the cheers receded to murmurs and Seungmin had pulled away from Dahyun, looking straight at you. 

You locked eyes with him, blinking. Then, you saw fucking red.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You blurted, seeing Seungmin’s eyes widen at your outburst. Dahyun’s eyebrows raised, looking at you with fear. You turned to her with a timid smile. “Not you. Him. The bastard you kissed seems to think he can tell me what I can do, who I can kiss, yet he seems to be doing whatever he wants? Is this a joke, Kim Seungmin?”

Sieun laughed awkwardly from her position next to Changbin, rising up onto her feet. “Okay, perhaps this doesn’t need to happen right now-“

“No, let the brat speak to me how she wants. It’s not going to fucking end well, and she knows it,” Seungmin spoke, throwing his beer bottle down on the floor exasperatedly. He stood up, light blue baggy jeans looking slightly brown with the mud and an oversized jersey falling off of broad shoulders. You took in his appearance with nothing but an angered expression, cheeks burning with rage when you realised he still looked really fucking good with his hair dyed like that. Something about him shouting at you was turning you on, too, but you decided to address that at a later date. “I told you not to kiss Chan for a good reason.”

You scoffed. You could practically hear Chan’s hair turning to grey from stress behind you. “Oh, yeah? What reason is that? He’s my friend.”

“You should- you should only kiss people you like. People you’re interested in,” Seungmin was shouting now, finger pointing at you determinedly. You rolled your eyes, making him stomp his foot in the mud. 

“I guess that means that you like Dahyun then, huh?” You said, remembering to give Dahyun another smile. This really wasn’t against her. She was sweet, and she hadn’t done anything wrong. Kim Seungmin just grinds your fucking gears. 

You realised way too late that maybe you didn’t want to know the answer to the question that you’d so loudly shouted. 

Seungmin ran his hand through his hair, licking his lips. You tried to avoid staring at his mouth when he eventually retorted. “Maybe I do, brat. What’s it to you?” 

You blanched. It was nothing. It was nothing to you, really, but you definitely couldn’t back down now, even if you could sense the rest of your friendship group feeling slightly awkward in the wake of tension. You folded your arms over your chest, staring Seungmin down while you searched your brain earnestly for something that would hurt. 

“It’s nothing to me. I don’t give a fuck about you, Seungmin.”

Seungmin looked like he’d stopped breathing, staring at you with intensity in his eyes. You couldn’t quite work out what emotion they held, but you had a feeling that you may have gone a bit further than your normal bickering. It was only a matter of time, really, with you having a very short temper and all. 

As if it had never even happened, Seungmin rolled his neck and shrugged. He sat back down on the floor with a flurry of movement and with another shift, his arm was around Dahyun and he was pulling her close. She looked like she wanted to run very far away, but then Seungmin was handing her another beer and it was apparently fine. 

Changbin cleared his throat. “Okay, shall we continue?”

The rest of the night went with seemingly no hitches. Everyone drank, sang, danced, and the tents were slowly filling up with people retiring from the night, their skin still dewy with the water from the lake close by. You even managed to avoid getting riled up by the bastard sitting opposite you, so that was an achievement in itself. Eventually, you retired to the tent you, Sieun and Chan had been designated, limbs stiff from sitting down for so long.

Wiggling into your sleeping bag, you zipped up the fabric with your whole body inside like a cocoon. You could hear mumbling and giggles from the next tent over, but choosing to ignore it, you shifted over to face Chan. He was still awake, scrolling through his phone. You weren’t sure the guy ever fucking slept, in all honesty. Sieun snored behind you steadily, the sound of cicadas breaking up the noise of her heavy slumber. 

Chan blinked up at you, locking his phone when he saw you were still awake. The moonlight just about seeped through the walls of your temporary home for the night and you could see his features, sharp as always. He grinned at you, pulling you closer by your sleeping bag. “So.” 

“So,” you agreed, nuzzling into his bare shoulder. The summer heat was still present in the night, although mild, and he’d clearly chosen to not overheat with his chest bare. “This whole night was really weird, Channie. My life is really weird right now.”

“Tell me about it,” Chan hummed, fingers scratching on your scalp soothingly. “How long?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Chan simply looked at you earnestly, his lips in a tight smile. “How long… what?”

“How long since you’ve liked him?” Chan whispered, clearly registering the noise from the next tent over. You blanched, before realising that well - you could lie to Kim Sieun, Kim Seungmin and yourself, but you couldn’t lie to Bang Chan. He was too kind, too dear to you in a different sense to what Sieun was. 

“I dunno what it is, but I’m ignoring it,” you responded, even quieter than his whisper. “It’s weird. Makes me feel weird.”

Chan let out a silent laugh, chest shaking next to you. “Crushes tend to do that, babe. They make you feel all weird and fuzzy.”

“Kim Seungmin does not make me feel weird and fuzzy, Channie. I can’t stand him.”

“You can’t stand him because he makes you feel weird and fuzzy, and maybe it’s about time you realised that.”

You huffed, turning over to press your back against his chest, despite being separated by sleeping bags and extra fabric. Chan shuffled closer, pulling you in for a cuddle nonetheless. He pressed a kiss to the back of your head, murmuring, “you can’t avoid him. I know you want to, but you can’t. He’s your best friend’s brother.”

Unfortunately, this was something you had already recognised. Staring at Sieun’s sleeping figure reminded you that yeah, he was your best friend’s brother, and while a relationship between you and him would never fuck anything up… well, an unrequited crush might. It would be too awkward. That’s why you swore you were going to ignore him. 

You had to go back to hating Kim Seungmin.

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Fortunately, it was a lot easier than you’d anticipated. You’d managed to avoid him in his own home. You didn’t even see him in the hallways, sticking to showers late at night while he was always showering in the early morning, and you and Sieun had been eating out nearly every day to avoid family dinners. It almost felt rude, but with Seungmin, being rude was not possible. He was the epitome of rude.

Rude, brazen, and with zero morals. You’d almost forgotten that in the haze of him being nice once and looking pretty all the time. Sure, he was aesthetically pleasing, and maybe he was exactly your type. But you were never going to forget the history between you ever again, not if you put your mind to it. 

However, the concept of your own morals slipping to actually possibly like Seungmin had ruined your days since. You just couldn’t believe yourself! That’s Seungmin you were very nearly lusting over. Your mortal enemy, the bane of your existence. Who cared if he’d gotten hot?

Apparently, you did. As you stood in a party with Sieun dancing around carelessly, you were clutching your drink tight and thinking of your enemy. The drink limited your inhibitions, making you able to think more freely. Why did he look at you like that after kissing Dahyun? Why did he stop you kissing Chan? Why did- 

“Why are you still overthinking? We’re at a party!” Sieun hollered, the drink in her cup threatening to slosh over the edges with her dancing. You shook your head, putting on your best fake smile.

“I am having the bestest time,” You insisted, smiling and starting to do a little jig to the music. The house party, held at Changbin’s literal mansion, was slowly filling up. You and Sieun had retired to the kitchen to down a few drinks so that you felt less awkward and could start going feral with the rest of the party, but the more drinks you had, the more you got inside of your own head. This wasn’t like you. You were the party girl, the girl who everyone had awaited return to the town - you wanted to scream and stomp your feet like a child. 

“You’re totally not, honey,” Sieun mumbled, seeing the look in your eyes. You sighed, downing back the concoction in your cup. You’d worn another slutty dress to the party, done your makeup and hair and now it was all going to waste. “Are you sure you don’t wanna head back?”

You shrugged. “I mean, if you want to, we can.”

Sieun’s eyes widened. “Well, I was just- I was gonna call you an Uber, and get you home. I’m gonna stay, y’know, it’s Changbin’s house, and… yeah.”

And she wanted to make out with Changbin. She was so valid for that. You sighed again, looking around at the kitchen. The party was a bit too much for you right now in your utterly discombobulated headspace. Maybe you should go back, just chill for the night, sleep. It was probably for the best, or you’d ruin Sieun’s night too by being so awkward. 

“Ah. Yeah, okay, maybe it’s best if I go home,” You looked at Sieun, who was beginning to eye up Changbin. He was in a pretty intense game of beer pong with Jisung, and both parties were screaming their heads off. You didn’t want to stand between Sieun and her destiny, her fate. Sieun turned back to you, a glint in her eye. “Alright, would you call me an Uber? But um, maybe I should go to my house. Y’know, since-“

“He’s at practice,” She said, shaking her head. “Not home. Don’t worry, he won’t be home for a little while.”

You frowned, checking the time. It was 9pm. Did practice go on this late? You let yourself accept her statement anyway. You still had no clue what happened in baseball, or what happened in baseball practice nonetheless. It could go on until 3am for all you knew. Sieun pressed a few buttons on her cracked phone before she was grinning, sending you a thumbs up.

“All done. He- the driver, he’ll be here in five. Good?” You nodded, giving her a quick hug. “You need me to wait outside with you?”

“No, no,” You shook your head. You couldn’t ruin her night even more through your petty questioning of why, why, why. After giving Sieun a quick kiss on the cheek, you made sure she went straight over to Changbin and was safe before you left the house. It took you a solid five minutes to even try to wade through the bodies and you were thankful you were leaving -  you really didn’t have the headspace for that.

Standing outside, you rubbed your hands over your arms to try and gain some warmth. You’d never been great with cold, and although the summer nights weren’t as biting on your skin, it was still unpleasant when you didn’t have the body of a friend next to you. It was also your fault for wearing a strapless minidress that was about two seconds from falling down or riding up, or both. 

The car really only took five minutes. You were thankful for this, as Ubers were inherently unreliable and it was getting colder, and way too loud in the house behind you. Scurrying down the front steps, you didn’t look at the car until you were about a foot in front of it, looking up at the vehicle. 

The car was very familiar. You weren’t sure if the few drinks you’d consumed had made your eyesight go funny, but… no, that definitely was Sieun’s car. You could see inside the car, a lot cleaner than when she picked you up from the airport but still looking half broken. And… Oh God. She’d really done you dirty this time.

Seungmin was sitting in the driver’s seat, and he rolled the window down upon your arrival. “Are you getting in?” 

“No.” You blurted, arms crossed over your chest. “Why are you driving Sieun’s car?”

“Mine’s in for a service,” He responded, eyes racking over your figure. “You look freezing, brat. Get in.”

“No.”

“I’m not going to have to get out and grab you, am I?” He said, eyes narrowing at you. You blanched. He was kinda scary tonight. With a sigh, you made haste to the other side of the car, and heard him mumble “thought not”.

You buckled up your seatbelt when in the passenger seat, and tried to reach over to fiddle with the aircon. The car was cold, too, and you found yourself even more on edge now that you were sitting with Seungmin in a confined area. 

Fiddling with the aircon, you felt Seungmin bat your hand away. “It’s broken.” You turned to look at him, completely silent, and then you saw it. He was in his baseball uniform. Tight pinstripe trousers on those long legs and a loose jersey on his upper body, hair almost flattened from his hat. It still looked good, blonde streaks breaking up the dark mop of hair on his unfairly pretty face. 

“Hello?” He waved a hand over your face. “Are you deaf now, brat? It’s broken.”

“Yeah, sorry,” You mumbled, turning to face out the window. You sensed Seungmin tensing, before he sighed and started the engine to the car. The car started to speed away from Changbin’s house before you even recognised it, too holed up in your head. 

Seungmin sighed again when you were still silent, no noise circulating the small space of the car. “What’s wrong with you lately?”

You turned to him, blinking. “Huh?”

“I’m asking what’s wrong with you lately. I’ve barely seen you. You haven’t been bickering at me, haven’t tried to physically fight me lately. What’s going on?”

You screwed your face up in confusion. “You don’t even care, Seungmin, so why are you asking?”

“Of course I care,” Seungmin’s eyebrows furrowed. He was staring at the road, not looking at you even as your eyes raked over his body unashamedly. “I don’t completely hate you, brat. You just piss me off a lot of the time. So, what’s wrong?”

Gazing at the bulge in his trousers, you realised you needed to stop being so thirsty and reply. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Why did you say that? Why was that the thing that came out of your mouth?

“Funny, because you seem to always want to talk,” Seungmin snickered, one hand tight on the steering wheel. His other arm rested on the armrest, looking the epitome of comfort and relaxation while you felt like you were dying. His remark made you burn with anger. How dare he? You don’t even talk that much, really. “I mean, can’t really get you to stop talking, so-”

“Shut up!” You shrieked. “You wanna know what’s wrong? You. You’ve been pissing me off so much lately, Seungmin. First, it’s the baseball uniform. Like, do the trousers have to be that tight?! Then, you stop me kissing Chan, and make me like, reconsider our whole dynamic for a hot second. Oh, and then, you kiss Dahyun, and that just- that just made me feel all weird. I didn’t like it, I felt weird.”

It was silent for a beat. Another beat passed, and Seungmin was brushing his tongue over his teeth in silent thought. Then, he was pulling into a layby on the side of the quiet road you were driving down, and he unbuckled his seatbelt. The engine switched off and Seungmin turned to you, eyes gazing directly into yours.

“Feel weird how?” He questioned. You scoffed.

“What do you mean?”

“How did it feel weird, brat? You felt confused, maybe a bit sick, awkward even? Upset?” All the emotions Seungmin was quick firing at you had you nodding. You had felt all of those things. Then, all of a sudden, Seungmin was lunging towards you and pressing his plump lips against yours. You gasped, hands going to his broad shoulders. When you felt the material of his baseball jersey, you realised you kind of didn’t want to pull away, and you brushed your lips against his in a response to his movement.

When a second passed, Seungmin’s tongue was pressing into your mouth with fervour, one large hand going to the back of your head to keep you in place. You whimpered into the kiss, your tongue dancing against his and your fingernails digging into his shoulders. When Seungmin eventually pulled away, you chased his lips subconsciously, pouting when he just stared at you. 

“How did that feel?”

“Seungmin-”

“How did that feel, brat? Fucking answer me,” His thumb swiped across your bottom lip, slick with spit from his filthy kiss. You moved to encase his thumb in your mouth, keeping eye contact as your tongue swirled around it. 

Letting his tongue drop out of your mouth, you undid your seatbelt, moving closer to the figure next to you. “Felt good.”

Seungmin hummed, hands moving to grab your hips. He effortlessly lifted you onto his lap, your core settled right on top of the bulge in his fucking baseball trousers. You squirmed, hands moving to brush his hair out of his face. It was a strangely intimate moment, your fingers in his hair. “It feels good because we like each other.”

“Mm, no. Not possible,” You insist. Seungmin’s lips turned up into a smile, his eyebrow raised. “We bicker all the time, and-”

“And you got just so pissed at me kissing Dahyun, just like I lost it over you kissing Chan. I saw you staring at my ass in my game, and in all honesty, I’m staring at your thighs in that dress right now.” 

You look down at your thighs. They were spread immodestly, plush flesh slung over Seungmin’s thinner legs. Your dress had ridden up with your movement, and your core was barely covered by a strip of black lace that you referred to as underwear. It could barely be considered as underwear. Turning your attention back to Seungmin, you saw him still staring at your thighs, a hungry look in his eyes. 

“But- we argue all the time. You boil my blood, to be honest,” You admit, feeling a bit sheepish sitting on top of him like that. Seungmin let out a small laugh, hands moving to brush up and down your thighs. The feeling of his warm hands on your bare skin made you sigh, inching closer for more touch. 

“You piss me off too. You piss me off so much, I want to fuck you until you’re screaming my name and crying. Is that fucked up?” Seungmin spoke, licking his lips. His attention went up to your own lips, to which you were nervously biting your bottom one. “I liked you when you were shy and quiet and you barely spoke. When you became stubborn, and outspoken, I liked you even more. It made me want to fuck you into submission, brat.”

You could literally feel yourself getting wet. Fuck you into submission? Now that sounded fucking amazing. You weren’t surprised he had the exact same sexual interests as you. You were a brat through and through. It’s where the nickname came from, after all. 

“Fuck me then,” You kissed his lips chastely, feeling him groan deeply into your mouth. He entertained you for a few seconds, a filthy swap of spit and tongue before he was pulling away. Your chest heaved, fingers digging into his shoulders once again. “Fuck me. Please, I’ll beg! I don’t care, just-“

“Shut the fuck up, brat,” Seungmin admonished. Your mouth instantly clenched shut in reaction, toes curling in your shoes. He threw his head back, eyes shut as if he was trying to control himself. He was just as affected as you. After a moment passed, he looked back at you, eyes still just as dark. “I’m not fucking you in Sieun’s car. I’ll take you home and fuck you nice and full in my bed. Does that sound good?”

You found yourself nodding, and Seungmin let you reposition yourself back in the passenger seat. You had never felt more excited in your life. Except, when he tried to start the ignition with the key, the car spluttered a few times and then stopped altogether. You blinked at the car. Seungmin took in a sharp inhale of air. He tried to turn the key again, and the car rocked as if in protest, but didn’t start. It was dead.

“Okay, fuck me in the car then?” You questioned, turning to face Seungmin again. You saw him almost laugh, lips curling, before he was shaking his head at you. 

“I like you too much to treat you like that.”

“Seungmin, you treat me badly everyday. It’s our whole thing.”

“Well, yeah, but you’re my girl now. It’s different. We’re still going to bicker like mad, but I’m not having our first time be in a fucking car. Especially not one owned by my sister,” Seungmin sighed, long fingers reaching into his pocket. He clicked a few buttons before he landed on Chan’s contact. It didn’t even ring once before Chan picked up. “Hey, old man. So, we’re stuck in Sieun’s car, it’s finally died. No, I’m not with Sieun. Yes, I’m with her. Chan, can you stop asking questions and just come and save us?”

Your chest was still heaving when you heard rushed murmurs. His girl? He’d called you his girl, and surprisingly… you weren’t all that mad about it. He was sexy, and he was rude. But wasn’t that your type anyway? Taller than you, stoic, bitchy and could actually fuck you good. The last statement was something you had no doubt about, the way he’d effortlessly moved you onto his lap like that… you were squirming in your seat just thinking about it, clenching your thighs together. You didn’t even hear the click of the phone when Seungmin hung up, still focused on trying to get some friction on your core.

“Stop being a brat,” Seungmin demanded. You pouted, turning to him, to which he met your gaze with a steely glare. “I’m sure you can wait until we get home. Chan’s on his way.” How fucked up is it that even though he’s still being mean, he’s just making you like him more?

It wasn’t long before Chan’s sleek black car pulled up in front of Sieun’s. Luckily, you’d parked on a housing street where not many cars passed, so it’d be alright for Sieun’s car to stay there until the morning. Seungmin was instantly unbuckled and out of the car, baseball uniform tight on his legs as he walked over to your side. When you got out of the car, you expected him to walk away from the car straight away, but he had his arm around your waist tightly as if he was escorting you to the other vehicle. You even saw Chan’s confused expression in the driver’s seat. 

Chan only looked more confused when Seungmin followed you into the backseat and sat next to you, leaving no space. “Uhm, so. Back to yours then, Seungmin? We can sort the car tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Seungmin agreed, quiet as his warm hand went to rest on your thigh. Subconsciously, your legs spread to allow him access, and you heard him sigh next to you. Chan started the engine, speeding off down the road. He seemed on edge, turning the radio up loud. 

You stared at the rearview mirror, seeing Chan focusing on the expanse of road in front of him. With one of your boldest ever moves, you grabbed Seungmin’s hand, placing it on the front of your panties where you were soaking through the lace. Seungmin leaned in close, lips brushing against your ear. 

“You want me to finger you while he drives us home? That’s dirty, pup,” Seungmin murmurs. You let out a shaky breath, head rolling onto his shoulder. “Maybe I shouldn’t. You’re too desperate, I don’t think you’ve worked for it yet. Let’s make out a little, how’s that?”

You nod eagerly, fingers moving to grasp on his biceps. “Yeah- I need something, Seungmin. I think I’m going to die, you’re so hot in that fucking uniform, I-“

“You’re filth,” Seungmin groaned. “Fucking- c’mere.” His hand went to the back of your head, yanking your hair back before his lips were pressed against yours.

His tongue pressed his spit into your mouth in the most sexual kiss you’d ever had, and you let out a soft sigh at the feeling. His lips were so soft, so plump against yours and it weirdly just felt right - you liked him a little more when he was kissing you until you were breathless over when he would make fun of you. 

“Okay!” You’d forgotten Chan was even there until his hands clapped together. You both turned to look at him, your lips kiss-bitten and swollen. You were outside Seungmin’s house. When did you even get there? You blinked, staring at Chan. He gave you a wide smile. “I’m so glad you guys have worked things out, but I really don’t want my car soiled. Please go home.”

“Thanks for the lift, old man.” Seungmin was dragging you out of the car by your wrist, all the way up the driveway and into the house. Before you knew it, he was taking you up the stairs, too, and you were standing in front of his door.

Seungmin’s bedroom door. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d even been inside. It used to be littered with figurines and music paraphernalia, and you had no idea what it would look like now. When Seungmin pushed open the door, it looked a lot cleaner and less immature, pristine grey sheets tucked into the corners like a hotel room and only a few baseball items littered around. 

He turned to you, pressing a peck to your lips. “Are you sure you want to fuck me? I have to warn you beforehand, I can get a little…”

“Mean?” You giggle. Seungmin nods, a smile on his lips. “I like mean. I thought I made that obvious.” 

“And I like bratty girls who need to be hurt until they cry. Are you a little painslut, brat?” You nod at his words. You couldn’t think of anything better, molten hot need rushing through you at the mere idea. “Good. Get naked for me and lay on my bed.”

Scurrying over to his bed, you just couldn’t believe you were actually about to do this. You were about to fuck the guy who you absolutely hated a month ago. You would’ve never dreamed of this - but now, it had you thinking. All of the bickering, all of the pissing each other off - had you just been trying to wind each other up for a specific response? Had you been doing it to get his attention? The thought hurt your brain, but you knew one thing. You wanted to fuck Kim Seungmin so fucking bad, and fuck whatever happened afterwards.

The fabric of your dress dropped to the floor once you’d unzipped it, the fabric pooling at your feet. You kicked it away, leaving yourself braless with just underwear on. Seungmin’s eyes trailed down your body, humming when you settled back against his sheets. 

That’s all he did for a while. He just looked at you, taking your full appearance in with wandering, claiming eyes. You found yourself meeting his gaze when he looked at your face. His trousers were even tighter than before, a long, hard erection pressing against the fabric. Letting your palms wander up your tummy, a delicate, grazing touch that made you squirm, you landed on your chest and tugged on your nipples.

“Are you gonna fuck me now, Seungie?” The nickname dropped from your mouth before you could even process it. Seungmin scoffed, before he was pulling his jersey off with haste. It left him bare, exposing soft, milky planes of skin to your eyes. His body was lean yet toned, looking like the muscles would ripple under your fingers but feel so velvety at the same time. It was the perfect representation of his personality. 

He was on the bed quicker than you’d expected, lunging towards you like a primal animal stalking its prey. You gazed up at him when his movement landed him above you, your legs spread around his hips. All that was heard throughout the room were deep breaths when his bulge situated against you through your underwear, the puffs of air spanning across your skin where he leaned above you. 

“Should I fuck you?” He mumbled. You nodded slowly, letting your hips roll up against his. Seungmin licked his lips in response, hands going to pin your hips down. “Tell me what you like.”

You whimpered when his lips went to your neck, sucking on a spot underneath your jaw that felt so, so sensitive. “I like... Rough. Pain. I like it rough, I like being treated like I’m beneath you, but then- God, Seungie- you need to- I need to cum, when we fuck. Please?”

“Men don’t make you cum often, brat?” You shook your head, whining again when he sucked a hickey into your collarbone sharply. “That’s a pity. I bet you look so fucking beautiful when you cum, so desperate. I think I’ll let you cum.”

“Thank you,” You moaned lowly when he trailed his lips further down your body. His lips encaptured one of your nipples, a hard peak so sensitive to his loving tongue. The moonlight shone through his curtains, highlighting the new hairstyle he had and his button nose when he sucked on your breast. As if he’d been building up to it, Seungmin let his teeth bite into your nipple sharply, and you positively squeaked at the sensation. 

Letting your nipple pop out of his mouth, Seungmin grinned up at you. “Good?”

“More, more. Please, hurt me, please-”

“Hurt you?” He shifted again, looming over you in that dangerous, almost territorial way. “What if I slapped you? On your face. Would you like me to make that pretty face red?”

You gasped, eyes rolling back at the mere idea. He ground his bulge into you, waiting for your answer. “I- I love that, please, Seungmin, slap me. Oh my God, please, I think I’m gonna die-” 

You were cut off with a harsh smack to your cheek. Your head rolled, gasping in the aftermath of the pain. It should’ve put you off, it should’ve hurt too much, it should’ve made you question if he really liked you - but all you could think was again, please. That’s all you could say, too, begging him to slap you again. 

“Fucking filthy brat,” He grumbled, hand swinging again to slap you across the face. When your head tried to roll to the side again, he gripped your cheeks with his thumb and finger. You whined incoherently when he looked down at you, squishing your cheeks, until he was letting spit dribble into your mouth. “Mine.”

“Yours,” You nod, agreeing, and Seungmin groans at the sound of you saying it. You heard the rustling of fabrics, the moving of bedsheets and then his cockhead was positioned at your sopping wet hole, panties pulled to the side. You tried to buck your hips into it, trying to catch his cockhead and lure him inside, but his grip pushed you back down. 

“Tell me again. You’re mine, yeah? No more kissing Chan,” Seungmin rubbed the leaking tip against your hole, making you attempt not to squirm again. “No more arguing with anyone that isn’t me, brat. I’m your punching bag, yeah? You take all your anger out on me and I’ll fuck you nice and hard afterwards, hurt you the way you like. That’s what you’ve always done it for, right?”

Your brain was fuzzy. Yes, that’s what you’d always done it for. You had always done it to get a rise out of him, and now that you were being put in your place, it made you feel like you were running a hundred miles an hour through a sandstorm. 

“Yes, ‘m yours, Seungie, please, can I have it? Need it,” You whine, head thrown back against his soft pillows. Seungmin coos at you condescendingly. 

“Do you? But what about prep, brat? It’ll hurt otherwise, won’t it?” Despite his words, he’s pressing the head of his cock inside of you. The stretch was blinding, making your toes curl and hands dig into the pillows. 

“I- I want it to hurt.”

“Of course you do,” Seungmin sneers, before he’s pushing his whole cock inside you at once. It’s long, pressing against your cervix as he bottoms out and your eyebrows furrow, jaw dropping in a silent moan. “That pussy’s so wet, fuck. I turn you on that much?”

“It turns me on to argue with you, turns me on when you’re mean- fucking, Seungmin, please, move,” You were admitting something you hadn’t quite admitted to yourself just yet, but when Seungmin started to snap his hips against yours, your brain went clear of all thoughts. “Ah, oh my fuck- fuck, fuck, fuck- hnng-”

“‘S good? You’re taking me so well, pretty little brat, you want a reward?” You nodded at his words, but you weren’t braced for his hand smacking your cheek once again. You reeled, eyes feeling blurry as his hips picked up the pace. He was breathing heavily on your cheek, warm breath fanning over even warmer skin. “Was that good? You want more?”

“Please, Seungie, please, more, slap me again, harder,” He slapped your opposite cheek this time, a welcome relief from your reddened cheek. The problem was that when his hand collided with your skin, you felt yourself seize up and - oh. You were cumming. “Ah-”

“Fuck, are you cumming that quick? You’re so fucking filthy, pup,” Seungmin groaned, his cock still bullying into your hole. With his pace not slowing, you couldn’t ride out the orgasm properly, and it was just one constant blissful experience. Your eyes rolled back into your head, toes curling with pleasure. “Cumming from me slapping your pretty little face. Dirty fucking bitch.”

“Seungie- I can’t, I can’t take it, please slow down!” You were squealing at that point, fingers digging into the pillows. 

“I don’t think you want me to, do you?”

He was so right. You shook your head, whining out again when he pulled out. Your hole fluttered around nothing, clit still swollen with arousal. Your slick had dripped all the way down to his pristine sheets, tarnishing his once neat room. Seungmin was quick to spin you around, putting you on your tummy with your ass just slightly raised for him. 

Within a brief moment, he was pushing inside of you again. His cock was still wet with your arousal, and your back arched when he bottomed out inside of you for the second time. Seungmin gripped your hair, making your back permanently arched for him. His lips attached to your neck, blonde highlighted hair draping onto your skin. 

“‘S good, so good,” You babbled, trying to push your ass back onto him. Seungmin allowed it this time, his hand moving from your hair to your neck. He squeezed the sides expertly and you whimpered, hands moving to grab his wrist. 

“You like that, don’t you? I’m meant to be your enemy, you dirty bitch, and look at you,” He was chuckling mirthlessly, grinning when you kept babbling. “I guess you like my cock too much. Dumb fucking slut, all I have to do is fill you up and you’re nice and sweet for me.”

“B-Bet you wish you’d done it sooner,” You quip, which would’ve been much more impressive if you hadn’t stuttered it out. “Would’ve shut up for you and been a good girl a long time ago.”

Seungmin hummed. “I think I like you bitchy, brat.”

“I jus’ like you,” You slurred, feeling Seungmin’s pace slow. He’d resorted to a slow, deep grind that had you feeling every inch and every vein on his cock. You could hear him snickering in your ear, and he pressed a cute little kiss to your neck. His free hand went down to your clit, rubbing precise, firm circles against the swollen button.

“Think you can ride me, or are you too cock drunk?” Seungmin hummed. You shook your head rapidly.

“I- too much, can’t-”

“Alright, brat, let me fuck you some more then. I need to cum in this pussy, yeah?” Seungmin was laughing again, and all of a sudden, he’d let go of your neck. You were immediately face planted into the pillows and Seungmin gripped onto your ass, thrusting into you quicker this time. You whined, trying to push back onto him, but he smacked your asscheek in admonishment. Letting your hips shift slightly to allow your hand to meet your clit, you picked up where Seungmin left off with the tight circles. It made the pool of arousal in your tummy clench, and you vaguely realised you were going to cum again. 

“Seungie, please- I want cum, want cum, with me, please-”

“Want me to cum inside you, brat? While you cum around my cock? That’s dirty, pup,” His voice faltered when his hands gripped onto your asscheeks harder, spreading them to see where his cock was entering you over and over. You knew you were soaking, you could feel it - and the wet glide of his length inside of you felt fucking delectable. You recognised no one had fucked you like this before, letting you cum over and over on their cock like this while they held back their own orgasm, and it made your head dizzy. You’d have to come back to Seungmin for more, you thought, and you didn’t hate the thought at all. 

The bed rocking suddenly caught your attention, and you whimpered, trying to alert Seungmin of the noise. The last thing you needed was his parents hearing you get your back blown out by their son, who you claimed to hate. You reached back, trying to grab his arm, but he was groaning loudly, cockhead hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Seungie, ‘s too loud, the bed,” You managed to get out, drooling on his pillows. Seungmin let out a loud groan before he was pulling you back onto him, forcing you to fuck back onto his cock.

“And? I don’t care. Pussy’s so fucking good, gonna make me blow, shit,” Seungmin mumbled. “You ready for my cum, brat?”

“Yeah, want it, please, please Seungie, fill me up, breed me!”

“Breed you? You want me to breed this pussy, dirty pup?” He bit your neck sharply, making you keen. You nodded erratically at his words. You couldn’t think of anything better than him filling you up with his cum. “Cum with me. Flood my cock.”

His hand came down on your ass again, and as you felt his hips stall, an unfamiliar warmth filling up your pussy, you let go around him. Your pussy fluttered with delight - probably also confusion, because oh my God, you were cumming twice? With someone else?

It felt messy, juices gliding everywhere as he just rocked his hips a little to ride out your orgasms, and then you were left to fall flat on the bed. He pulled his softening cock out, sighing when your pussy oozed out his cum onto his sheets. He didn’t seem to care about his bed, much more entranced with the sight of your hole gaping after him. 

He’d fucked you so good your pussy was going to remember the shape of his cock forever. That was for sure.

You let yourself drift, brain going blurry until you felt a cloth wiping between your legs. It was cold, slightly wet as it rubbed over your swollen folds, and you whimpered, trying to shift away from the touch.

“Stay still, brat. ‘M just cleaning you up.” You nodded, face still buried in the sheets. It was then that Seungmin finally pulled your panties down, chucking them to the floor and pulling a pair of basketball shorts up your trembling legs. Were they… his? He’d put you in his clothes? Bizarre. You didn’t even react when he spun you over, pulling a baggy t-shirt over your upper body. He’d gotten fully dressed in a plaid pyjama set, baffling you. When had he done that?

You were moved again, positioned on a very firm chest and a bottle of water pressed to your raw lips. You glugged it down thankfully, blinking up at Seungmin. His hair was mussed, but pushed back with a cute Pochacco headband. Wow. He was actually cute. 

There was a beat of silence, then Seungmin spoke. His hand was tracing your scalp, running his fingernails over it. “I meant what I said. You’re my girl. I think you always have been.”

You scoffed. “Yours?! I’m not a possession, Seungmin-”

Seungmin kissed you softly, giggling when you still tried to yell. Had he always reacted this amused when you bitched at him? You realised that… yeah, he had. It really did entertain him. “You’re so cute when you have a go at me like that, you know? Such a brat.”

You twiddled your thumbs together when he pulled away from the kiss, staring at the bottoms of his plaid pyjamas shyly. “So… you wanna be like, together? Since you’re hot, and all.”

Seungmin chuckled again, pulling you closer to his chest. “As long as you never ever stop bitching at me.”

“I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.”

“I like you that way, brat.”

END. 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

EPILOGUE

Sieun stared at you upon your arrival to breakfast. Her parents were preoccupied in the living room, and her eyes settled directly on your neck. You knew that your neck was littered with bite marks, hickies galore, but you’d tried your best to hide it.

“Listen, I’m so happy for you,” She began, hand clasped tightly around her mug. “I know I always ask you for details of sexual escapades, but I kind of don’t need to know about how good my brother is in bed.”

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” You nod, agreeing. “But he does know where the-“

“Stop!”

A mug of coffee is placed in your hands, made just the way you like it. The steaming liquid is a welcome warmth, as is the kiss that Seungmin presses to your cheek. You blush, staring up at him when he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Good morning, brat.”

Pictures you would take of your hot bf!Seungmin🤎🐶

Touch Me Up

Summary: Your a new employee to JYP studios, and have been assigned to the group of Stray Kids; a makeup artist. What happens when one of the members catch interest in you?

Warnings: None?

Genre: Fluff

You watched as each of the boys took their turns for their photoshoot, barely making it in time to replace the other makeup artist. Her shift just ended, meaning yours will start in another five minutes.

It was difficult knowing when you were needed due to constant changes in schedules, for both the idols and the employees that support them.

You had only been with them a month, still learning about Korea itself and it's language.

You moved from America a little over five months ago hoping for a new start. And you were lucky to have landed yourself where you were job wise.

You saw the shades the boys were wearing, and intrigued by the theme. What was the theme? You couldn't tell, honestly.

But they did, however, look hot.

They are still in their ATE era, and their ideas have been pretty successful so far, so you weren't worried.

STAY have really enjoyed all that they had released. Including you.

You would never say it out loud to the boys, but you were probably one of their biggest fans.

"Y/n! We need you over here!" You heard someone say, making you snap out of your thoughts.

"Coming!" You responded, walking towards the man, your bag of makeup slung loosely around your shoulder.

When you stopped where you were needed, you saw a flash of green in your peripheral, making you turn.

You caught eyes with Seungmins, making your breath hitch. His hair was still quite long. You thought he was going to cut it, but I guess not yet.

It was fluffier than usual, making it look as soft as a cloud, and it was still his natural black hue, light bouncing off, shining to your eyes.

"What do you need, Minnie?" You asked him, digging through your bag.

"Touch me up," He said, looking at you without expression.

Your face turned red. You knew what he meant, but your mind can't help but take what he said out of proportion.

When you had the gloss in hand, you turned back, only to see him grinning.

"Touch up my makeup," He repeats, making it clear what he wants.

"I know what you meant," You mutter before twisting the cap, hearing a loud pop as you pulled the brush from the cap.

His smile closed, leaving his dimples on display while you brush it gently against his lips, not wanting the color to be too strong.

As you pushed it against his plump flesh, you saw the indent from the brush moving with you, making them appear larger than they are for a short while.

Moving from the bottom lip to the top, you watched as the same thing happened, focusing on the way his breath feels on your working hand.

You didn't dare look at his eyes, knowing that they were focused on you, staring deeply into your own.

His nose twitched slightly, making you halt your motions.

"Now press them together, please," You say, pushing the brush back into the tube before twisting it the opposite direction, sealing it shut.

He does as you request, but insanely slow, teasing you with amusement. All you could do was watch.

"Like what you see?" He grins, grabbing his hat on the chair next to him.

"Wha-wait what? No I'm just making sure it looks okay," You say flustered.

To make it look like you were telling the truth, you bring your hand up to his face, your fingers targeting his lips. You gently caress his bottom lip with your finger, swiping the under part to get the excess gloss.

His breath hitches along with yours, but before you could take your hand from him, he grabbed your wrist with his slender one, holding it in place.

"Am I good now?" He asks quietly, staring at you.

"Yes," You breathe back, not looking away.

His smile is small, but it's there.

He turns his head and nuzzles into your open palm, making your thoughts and heart race.

He places a light kiss to your hand, finally letting go.

"I'll see you later, y/n," He says with a wink, slowly walking backwards. "Don't leave,"

Your eyes widened, processing what he's saying incredibly slow. But once you understood, you nodded.

"See you,"

Kiss Cam

Notes: if anyone has any ideas on things for me to write, feel free to let me know. I need fresh ideas~

Summary: You were at a hockey game, and when the kiss Cam laned on you and the random but cute guy at your side, you didn't know what to do.

Warnings: none? Just cute Seungmin and some fluff. Possible language

You shivered as you felt the chill coming from the ice in front of you.

The game was about to start, and after finding your spot in the audience, you sat for what felt like forever.

You were supposed to be here with your friends,but they cancelled last minute, only allowing you to attend the sports game.

You didn't know much about hockey; it was mostly your friends. You enjoyed the fights that broke out occasionally, but that was about it.

Still, you came anyway, not wanting to waste the ticket.

You put on your sweater as another chill brushed against your skin, feeling the goosebumps rise on your flesh.

A loud buzzer went off before an announcer started to speak, letting us know what teams were playing, and their previous scores.

The lights dimmed lightly, a spotlight shining on the floor of ice, the men slowly skating their way out individually.

You watched, delighted, before hearing a group of boys to your left. They were quiet and respectful of those around them, but you felt a nudge in your shoulder, and then another. You turned.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you. Are you alright?"

The voice itself was beautiful. When your eyes met his, the slant in his lids hid most of his iris, but his expression almost made his eyes look larger than they really were. His face was long but puffy, giving him the look of a worried puppy.

"I'm okay, thank you," You respond back, thankful for the dim lighting. You could feel the heat reaching your ears, hinting that you were blushing.

He smiled and then nodded before turning to the game that was beginning. You stared a bit longer.

He was wearing a snapback cap with a logo on it. You were sure it was in support of one of the teams, but it was too dark for you to see.

He wore a baggy jersey with a white sleeve underneath, and baggy pale jeans. When he sat, his pants outlined his thin long, legs. His hands were wrapped around a styrofoam cup, filled with some sort of beverage.

The buzzer went off again, snapping your from your thoughts.

One of the teams scored. As the boys jumped up from their spots to cheer, you did as well, suddenly choosing a side. What side? You had no clue.

It was nice seeing the boy next to you smile. It was contagious. It was also then that you caught a glimpse of his braces.

The light refracted from them, letting you see that he opted for no rubber bands. Just the natural silver.

They looked beautiful on him.

"Want some popcorn? I can't have any," He asked you suddenly when you all sat down.

You looked at him with surprise, looking down to see him holding a half empty bag of orange kernals.

"Oh! No thank you, that's very sweet. I don't eat popcorn," That was a lie, but it felt wrong to enjoy something if he couldn't. Not Infront of him at least.

"Me neither. Braces," He pointed out. He didn't physically show you, but you knew anyway.

"Ah...That must suck," You said, turning your full attention to him.

"It really does. I'm Seungmin by the way,"

"Y/n,"

His eyes sparkle a bit, a smile flooding his face. "That's pretty," He muttered more to himself than you, but you heard it anyway.

Break time came up quicker than you expected, meaning there would be games and raffles going on on the ice.

Most of the guys from his side went off to get more food or go to the restroom, but Seungmin stayed and chatted with you.

"What is your job?" He asked you, bringing the straw to his lips.

"I'm an artist. I do paintings and stuff for people. I also sculpt and do interior design. It just depends on what the customer needs," You say quietly, not wanting judgement.

You parents weren't too happy about your occupation, but it made you happy.

Despite thinking that way, you saw his face brighten.

"That's awesome! Maybe you could do one for me? I have so much empty space!" He exclaimed, pulling out his phone.

"Your just trying to make me feel better," you laugh, fisting the material of your pants.

This guy was making your heart flutter, and it made you anxious.

"No, no! I mean it-" He looks up at you. "Hyunjin would think this is awesome too! One of my friends, who happens to be with me tonight, actually," He says, smiling.

"Oh really? Does he do art?"

After you asked, Seungmin pulled up numerous pictures of Hyunjins art, and all you could do was gape at them.

They were beautiful, and all had meaning and expression. Your stuff came from other people's minds while his was from his own.

"Hey Seungmin, I got you another soda," A man with a deep voice said suddenly, making your conversation partner turn.

"Thanks Felix,"

Most of the guys from his side were back, all chatting amongst themselves. They almost seemed like brothers.

Another loose announcement blared overhead, but you barely payed it any mind.

Your conversation with Seungmin was more important to you.

For another seven minutes, the two of you talked without interruption. You found that his favorite color was purple, that he had only had his braces for a year, and that his friends calls him puppy.

You were shocked since you thought he looked like one. Maybe it wasn't just you imagining things.

Before you could continue, Felix nudged Seungmin, making him nearly bump into you.

"Felix, what the hell? Watch what your doing," Seungmin gasped, glaring at his friend.

Felix didn't even apologize. All he could do was giggle and point towards the four screened monster above everyone's heads.

There was a frame around the exterior of the screen labeled, kiss cam, and on that screen was both Seungmin and you.

Your breath caught in your throat, almost choking you. You could hear Seungmin besides you, his breathing not like it was.

"Wait, what?" He whispered, looking at the moniters with confusion.

"Kiss her, man!" One of the boys said besides Seungmin. Blush rised to your cheeks.

"Just do it," another said.

People around you started cheering, including the announcers. Claps could be heard, occasional whistles, and feet stomping on the steel panels below the chairs.

"Kiss cam? Why me?" You screech, looking to Seungmin slowly.

He did the same, his Adams apple twitching as he swallows...hard.

"Come on you two! Just give us a kiss for luck before the game!" One of the announcers say, causing the surrounding people to agree. They started a chant.

The pressure was on.

"Should we just...do it? I don't know if they'll leave us alone until we do," Seungmin whispered to you, making you nod quickly.

There was nothing you could do except follow his words. Your brain was no longer working because of the noise and sudden attention.

It was too much for you.

But you wouldn't deny this beautiful boy a kiss, even if it were under different circumstances.

"Ready?" He asked, his breath against your face.

You didn't realize how close he got. You nod.

"Words, pup," He says again, not moving until your permission is voiced.

"Yes, Seungmin," The pet name he gave you sent a shiver down your spine.

Leaning in, you both finally met in the middle, both of your lips coming together in a gentle twist.

His lips were insanely soft, and his breathing was mixing with yours as your head tilted to the side.

He did the same, allowing the kiss to deepen.

You didn't even hear the cheers or the mocking of his friends anymore. All you could feel was him. All you could comprehend was him.

He was filling your senses to the brim, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders.

You smiled against him, pulling away even thought you didn't want to.

He didn't either, because when you pulled away, his lips chased your own, trying to find one another again.

"Well done! A kiss like that will make mighty fine luck!" The announcer yelled, bringing you back to reality.

Your eyes widen as your hand moves to your mouth, covering it in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Seungmin. I got a bit carried away..." You look back at the ice, seeing the game has started yet again.

"No it's alright, I don't mind," He giggles lightly, also turning back to the game.

"I've never kissed someone with braces," You say after a while, not liking the silence between the two of you.

He looked at you with a smirk. "Was it bad?"

"No! Not at all. Quite the opposite, actually..."

His smirk turned into a look of relief. "Thank God," His words made you laugh.

"Could I maybe, get your number, or something?" He asks you. You pull out your phone, handing it to him.

"Absolutely,"

Before the game ended, you both named each other in the others contact, and provided each other a profile picture.

He was your Minnie🐶 and you were his_____.

"I'll message you when we get back to the hotel, okay? Maybe we can hang out or something?" He tells you before you all stood, getting ready to leave.

"I would like that,"

"Me too,"

yellow hoodie

kim seungmin x fem!reader

warnings: smut, protected sex, dirty talk, very slight teasing, marking/hickey kink, oral(both receiving), facesitting, reader tries deepthroat for the first time, small aftercare at the end

wc: 4,002

a/n: I didn't mean for this to be 4k words, I just wanted to post something bc my hyunjin ff isn't finished yet.

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I was already laying down on seungmin's bed, playing on my phone when he entered the room. with messy hair hidden by the yellow hoodie he was wearing. he closed the door behind him as I greeted him.

"hi sweetie." seungmin said in a monotone voice. I sat up and placed my phone beside me. "you okay?" I asked. seungmin nodded his head before picking out his night clothes. "yeah, just been thinking a lot today, nothing bad, just couldn’t really focus. I'm gonna take a shower before bed." seungmin said after he took the bright hoodie off, throwing it in the chair beside him. "alright, I'll be here if you need me." I said, giving him a genuine smile. "thank you baby." he said as he entered the bathroom.

as the minutes went by, I kept looking at the yellow hoodie. I turned my head to the bathroom door then back to the chair. we've been dating long enough, surely he wouldn't mind me wearing his clothes for tonight. I mean I am wearing a thin shirt, I gotta stay warm and seungmin's hoodie was the perfect option- plus it smells like him. I got up from the bed and over to the chair. quickly grabbing the hoodie and throwing over my head. it came down to my upper thigh and wasn't too big nor tight on me. I was practically drowning in the hood tho, so I pulled the strings to tighten it up some. I heard the shower go off as I got back into bed. I started to play on my phone again, knowing he had to dry his hair before bed.

ten minutes had passed when I heard the hairdryer turn off and the door open. by this time, I had gotten tired and laid my head down on the pillow. seungmin entered the room and looked at me with slightly wide eyes. 

"I hope you don't mind me wearing your hoodie tonight, I didn't want to get cold." I said as blush rose to my cheeks from his staring. he shook his head as he came closer to the bed. "I don't mind, sweetie. you look cute in my clothes." seungmin said as he climbed into bed. 

I smiled at him once he was under the covers with me. looking at how tired he was, I leaned over to turn off the lamp I had on. I turned back to face him and said quietly, "get some sleep, minnie." I snuggled closer, kissing him on his jaw. I heard him sigh and wrap his arms around me. "I love you. good night, sweetie." I heard him mumble in the embrace. "I love you too. have sweet dreams minnie." I said, placing my forehead on his chest and slowly fell asleep. "I hope you have sweet dreams baby." seungmin said, kissing my forehead and rested his chin on the top of my head.

I awoke to the sound of heavy breathing and movement. I opened my eyes to see it was still dark out and facing the other direction from when I fell asleep. I heard a sound come from behind me once more. "minnie, you okay?" I asked as I turned around to face him. he quickly turned his back to me, pulling the covers over his chin. that's not normal.

"seungmin." I said, trying to see his face. "yes?" he said, avoiding all eye contact with me. "what's going on? you're acting strange." I asked, running my fingers through his hair. "nothing baby. I'm sorry I woke you." he said as he hid some more.

"what were you doing?" I asked, still coming out of my sleepy daze.

seungmin didn't answer. I waited a few more seconds before asking once more. seungmin sighed and mumbled something under his breath. "sorry I didn't hear what you said." I said, rubbing his shoulder. "I was masturbating y/n." he said in a low voice. my eyes widened, "oh I'm sorry." I said, not really knowing what to say. the situation felt awkward now. sure we've been dating for a few months. kissing, making out, feeling up each other was nothing new to us. but we've only had sex less than a hand full of times due to his busy schedule, so this was still new territory for both of us.

I didn't know what to do or say, really. so I laid back down, turned my back to him. "you can continue if you want, I'll go back to sleep." I said barely above whisper. no response. no movement. just silence. it was deafening. I never wanted to disappear so badly till this moment. so I closed eyes and waited for sleep to take over my body or for me to wake up up from a weird dream.

and of course it never came, knowing that my boyfriend was masturbaing with me in the room for the first time. I felt my stomach turn at the thought, which caused even more thoughts. sexual thoughts to be specific. good god, just let me sleep. I don't want to make things even more weird. I felt like time was moving so slow. seungmin sighs and turns back over. I could feel his stare on my back. I tensed up and shivered. 

"y/n." seungmin said, placing a hand on my waist. I didn't move and pretended to be asleep. "y/n, I know when you're awake." he said as he moved his hand up and down. I turned over and looked at him. I could see warm eyes in the dark. he pushed my hair back and said "I know you're overthinking about this. I should have went to the bathroom, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfor-"

"why didn't you wake me?" I asked, genuinely curious. seungmin raised his eyebrows. "I didn't think you'd be down for that till a little later?" he said more in a questioning tone at the end. "I would have helped you if you had woken me up." I said, placing my hand on his clothed chest. he sucked in through his teeth. "well, I'll know for next time." he said, still rubbing my waist. "you don't want to continue?" I asked, moving over to him. "to be honest, I lost it when you called out to me. you scared me pretty bad." seungmin said with an embarrassing laugh. I stifled my laugh the best I could. "oh, I'm sorry." I said through my giggles.

I calmed down a little and met his eyes once more. "is that why you couldn't focus, because you were too horny?" I asked. I felt him nodding somewhat. "about what? or did it just come out of nowhere." I asked. he laughed, "no, it didn't come out of nowhere. just you running through my head." seungmin said quietly. "but you barely saw me today." I stated. "I know that, but it's true. then when I came out of the bathroom and saw you in my hoodie. my thoughts ran wild again." he answered.

"like what?" I asked. he shook his head, "you ask so many questions, but are you sure you want to know?" seungmin asked. "did you not just tell me that I caused your horniness?" I said. "okay, sheesh. no need for that tone." he laughed out. he thought for a minute before slightly tightening his grip on my waist.

"when I woke up to the sight of you is when it began. I could only think, damn my girl is so pretty and hot when she sleeps. when I got up and you told me, you'd stay here and wait for me to come back. all I could imagine was you laying on my bed and just touching yourself because you miss me so much." he said. I felt blush creep onto my cheeks and my thighs clench. I could tell he was getting turned on just by his dirty thoughts.

"all day while I was gone, all I could think were these what ifs. when I came home and saw you on my bed, all I wanted to do was take you right then and there. it took me longer in the shower because I had to calm myself down." he paused for a moment, slipping his hand under the hoodie and tank top. again, I felt my stomach felt in tight knots. god, why did I like him talking to me like this?

"when I came out and saw you wearing my hoodie, you looked so cute and innocent. I just wanted to fucking ruin you. wreck you. make you a crying and whimpering mess." he groaned out as he placed his hand on my breast, circling my nipple with his thumb. I closed my eyes and moaned. "I would let you." I whined. "yeah, baby?" he said. I nodded, my thoughts clouded over. seungmin's hand went down to the hem of shorts. "you'd let me fuck you. and I'm not saying like the other times, I mean purely fuck you. fuck you hard and like I mean it. use you. make you cum so hard on my fingers and tongue way before I bury my cock deep in your little cunt." he said as he cupped my lower lips, placing his middle finger right between the lips.

moving his hand up and down, slowly but surely making me more wet. "you'd like that so much, wouldn't you?" he asked. I nodded, moaning as he put more pressure on my clit. "minnie, more. please." I said, gripping his shirt in my fist. "if my baby wants more, she gets more." seungmin said pushing his hand into my shorts, touching me where I need him the most. "no underwear, such a naughty baby." he said, collecting my juices. he placed his fingers on my clit, rubbing small slow circles. "so wet, just for me right?" he said, coming closer to my face. I could see the small smirk his face held. I nodded, running my hands up his chest to the back of his neck. I rolled my hips into his fingers, wanting more.

"more." I said, slightly pulling at his hair. the groan he made at the feeling, sounded animalistic. I clenched my thighs around his hand. seungmin sat up and leaned over me, pulling his hand out of my shorts. caging me between his arms. "god, I love how you look under me with that look on your face." seungmin said. he brought his lips to mine. a messy hot kiss. I whined into the kiss as I messed with hair more. he pressed his tongue on my bottom lip, licking it slightly. I opened my mouth to let him explore. 

his hands slid down my body and opened my legs so he could press into me. "god, I love so much." he mumbled into the kiss, grinding into me. I moaned as I could feel him start to get hard again. he kissed away from my lips, down to the side of my neck. kissing and sucking in the most sensitive spots, making me roll my hips up. "I want to leave marks all over you, in the most visible places. so everyone knows who makes you feel so good, who owns you. let people's minds wander as they see them, knowing they can't have you like I can. can I baby? can I leave my marks all over your neck? fuck, you'd look so pretty." seungmin said, nibbling on my earlobe. 

god, the way he was saying those words turned me on. "fuck, yes seungmin. please mark me." I said as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling his weight onto me. he groaned and harshly started sucking at my neck, wanting to leave the darkest marks all over. once he was satisfied with the right side, he did the same thing to the left. just my quiet moans and his groans, rolling our hips to get some friction. 

when he decided that he was done with my neck, he sat up. "let's get these shorts off you, baby." he said, hooking his fingers around them and pulling them down my legs. once my shorts were somewhere thrown onto the floor, seungmin was about to lay down but he abruptly stopped. he reached over to turn on the lamp, that lit up the room a small bit. "that's better." he said, smiling at me. he pressed his hands onto my thighs and gripped them harshly. I moaned and rolled my hips up once more. "I love seeing you so needy for me, how you react to my touches, my words. I love it so much." he said, kissing my knee.

he looked me dead in my eyes, "sit up." he demanded. I sat up and met his lips quickly. his hand held my jaw gently. I melted into the sweet touch. he pulled away and admired me for a second. "can you do something for me?" seungmin asked with a playful smile. "what?" I asked. "I want you to sit on my face. can you do that for me?" he asked. my eyes widened and said, "I can try." seungmin smiled and moved to lay on the bed. he grabbed my hand and helped guide me over his face. I didn't want to crush the man so I hovered over him, holding onto the bed frame. I felt him leave kisses my inner thighs before leaving harsh marks there as well. "minnie." I whined, that area being a little sensitive. his hands came up to the outer portion of my thighs and gave me loving squeezes to somewhat distract me.

seungmin stopped and looked up at me. "ready for the actual show now, baby?" he asked as his hands ran up and down my body. "yes." I said, looking down at him. I clenched at the sight of him, between my legs, only being able to see his eyes. his hands tightly gripped my waist and pulled me fully down on his face. "good." he mumbled before eating me out like a mad man. "ah seungmin." I cried out, bringing my hand to his hair and pulled at it. his nose right on my clit as his tongue entered my velvet walls. 

I didn't last long at all, which was not surprising. the view of him between my legs, eyes either on me or closed in concentration, hands on my hips guiding me back and forward on his tongue and nose. "gonna cum." I said, as my thighs trembled. he opened his eyes and placed his tongue flat on my clit. watching me roll my hips to hit my climax. my knuckles turning white due to my grip on the bed frame, eyes closed shut, with my head down as I caved into myself. seungmin held me in place, rubbing my thighs with his thumbs. "you did so good baby." seungmin said, licking his lips.

I blushed as I gained enough strength to remove my legs. I sat on my knees beside him as he sat up on the headboard. "want to continue?" seungmin asked, placing his right hand on my waist. I nodded, making him smirk. "come suck my cock baby." he said, taking off his sleeping pants and throwing them off the side of the bed. my mouth watered at the sight of his dick hard, tip of his head red, with precum leaking out.

I leaned down, ass in the air, licking up his cock. seungmin's head rolled down, hand in my hair. I placed my hand on his cock and licked up the precum. I wrapped my lips around the head, slowly making my way down. "fuck, just like that baby." he groaned out. I focused not to gag around him, going back up. I twisted my wrist as my hand, following my mouth. "grip a little more baby." he said, I looked up at him. his eyes already on me with his jaw slacked. I whined at him as I adjusted my grip. "shit baby." he said, making me lightly clench. I pressed my head back down, focusing on seungmin. I gagged around his cock on accident, making him buck his into my mouth- making me choke.

he quickly pulling me from his cock. "you okay?" he asked, petting my hair. I nodded with tears in my eyes, "I'm okay, it just shocked me." I said. gears turned in his head as seungmin tilted it to the side, "do you think you could handle me fucking your mouth and throat a little?" he asked. "I don't know." I said, a little worried. "we can stop whenever you want, just tap me on my leg. but if you feel like you're not ready for that yet, we can skip that part." seungmin said, reassuring me.

I thought about it for a second. "I'll try it now but not for too long. like a test try." I said. seungmin raised his eyebrows, "are you sure?" he asked. I nodded but seungmin wasn't looking for that. "I need a verbal answer for this y/n." he said. "yes, I want to try. just for a minute." I said. "okay baby. we'll take it step by step." he said, placing his hand in my hair again.

"put your mouth back on me and just stay in place, okay." he said. I did what he asked and looked up at him. "remember to breathe through your nose. if you need me to stop, tap my leg." he said, I slightly nodded. "I'm gonna start off really slow and work up the pace, I'll tell you when." he said, placing his feet flat on the bed. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing through my nose. slowly started pushing his hips in and out of my mouth, each time going a little farther in my mouth. 

"I'm going to pick up the pace, little by little now." he groaned. I readied myself and felt him picking up the pace. I scrunched up my eyebrows as I felt him hit the back of my throat lightly. I whined around him, making him moan. after a few more thrusts, he stopped and took his cock out of my mouth. "was that okay baby?" he asked. I answered yes to him. seungmin sat up on his knees and kissed me on my lips.

"ready more baby?" seungmin asked, kissing my neck again. I moaned as I said yes. seungmin pushed me back down on the bed, head hitting the pillow. seungmin reached over to the end table and pulled a condom from the drawer. he pulled his shirt over his head as I tried to follow, he stopped me. "I want to fuck you wearing my hoodie." he stated, as he opened the package and put the condom on intensively. I moaned as he pressed his erection at my entrance. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him close.

"wait baby, I still gotta stretch you out with my fingers for my cock." he laughed out. "minnie hurry please." I whined. "can't rush with proper pleasure sweetie." he said, as he slid his hand down my thigh to where I wanted him most. he pushed one finger into me as I moaned. "so wet, I could probably just slip my cock right in." seungmin said, thrusting his finger in and out. "please." I said, rolling my hips. seungmin smiled as he inserted a second finger and I arched my back.

I moaned so loud as he curled his fingers up, instantly finding my g-spot. "feels so good." I said, bringing my hand to his hand. I felt his arm flexing as he was fingering me, I clenched around his fingers. "yeah, baby. you're so tight for me." seungmin said as pushed one more finger in. I felt myself getting closer to my orgasm. "I'm gonna cum, minnie." I said, turning my head into the pillow. 

everything happened so fast, seungmin replaced fingers quickly with his cock, bottoming out. I came right then and there, head thrown back. "fuck baby, just creamed all over my cock. like the good girl I know you are." seungmin said, holding on to the back of my legs. "minnie." I whined. "what baby? what do you want?" he said. "you." I said. "yeah? you want me. want me to fuck you hard baby?" he asked, thrusting very slowly. I hummed as I rolled my hips. "say it baby. say that you want me to fuck you. ruin you." he said, pushing his upper body down onto me, trapping my legs up.

I moaned, pushing my hand through the top of his hair. "seungmin please ruin me, fuck me baby. please as hard as you want. please." I whispered, pulled at his hair hard. he hissed and smashed lips into mine. I moaned into the kiss as he pushed out and slammed his hips back into me. "god seungmin." I moaned loudly. "fuck baby, just like that. scream my name baby." he whispered. 

the other times we had sex felt good, but this felt so different. so much more intense with the feeling. the sound of our bodies meeting each other, the position, being so close, his eyes never leaving mine, my loud moans, his low groans, and how the sweats from our bodies glowed from the lamp. the feeling of how his cock was slamming me was so overwhelming. hitting my g-spot perfectly with each hard deep thrust. 

"seungmin." I cried loudly. "oh y/n." he moans, slipping his head into my neck. he moved his arms away from legs and put them under my arms, basically holding me. I wrapped my legs the best I could around his waist. his body rubbing against my clit, making me closer and closer.

"minnie, I'm- ah!" I felt my second climax hit me sooner than a thought. "yes, that's it baby. god, I'm going cum." he moans. he sat up still rolling his hips but a bit slower. he moans became higher, making me clench once more. "oh fuck." he groaned, filling the condom up. he milked out his orgasm till he was sensitive.

he pulled out and sighed, looking at me. "you feel okay baby?" he asked, gently rubbing my thighs. "I'm tired." I simply said with my eyes closer. "well, let's get cleaned up first." seungmin said, holding both my hands. helping me sit up and off the bed. he held my hand as we bathroom as I entered the bathroom, there was a knock at the bedroom door. seungmin quickly threw his sleeping pants back on and answered the door.

I heard mumbling then the door closed. seungmin entered the bathroom with blush on his cheeks. "who was it?" I asked, scared of who it was, knowing that we were probably really loud. "felix, he said to warn him next time." he said, scratching his neck. my hand covered my face in embarrassment. "also he brought us bottles of water." he said, pointing back to the bedroom. "so let's get clean now and go to bed." he smiled, kissing my forehead.

after we finished getting cleaned up, we hopped back into bed and under the covers. seungmin reached over and handed me a water bottle. I thanked him and took a long sip. "I wasn't too rough on you right?" seungmin said, rubbing my back. I shook my head no. "I enjoyed it, I liked how rough you were with me and how you talked to me." I said with a slight blush on my cheeks. seungmin laughed and pulled me into him. "okay." he said with the biggest smile on his face. he pulled us both down, his head laying on the pillow and my head on his chest. the minutes passed as we slowly fell asleep in each other's embrace.

best night ever so far to say the least, right!

requested reaction

"Hey!! I’ve never made a request before so I’m super shy😂

And this is weirdly specific. But like all 8 reactions you are friends with benefits with 1 of the members and to try and push them to finally go official with the relationship you and another member pretend to be hooking up in the dorm where they can hear to make him jealous." requested by @/justasmallbean (it wouldn't let me tag you😅)

a/n: I love this idea, thank you for requesting! I never tried to write a reaction, I’m used to writing a lot and most reactions I’ve seen are short. it was so challenging to come up with different scenes for each member, but it was so fun! so let’s do this!

warnings: smut. unprotected and protected sex.

wc: there's ab 300 words(+/-) for each member

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bang chan

he was distracting himself with music so he wouldn’t think about us I knew it for a fact. we’ve been friends with benefits for 6 months and there’s no way not to develop feelings for a man like him. it was just jisung and I at the dorm. jisung was the one to tell me to chan has the same feelings for me. “maybe we should make him come over by thinking your with someone else.” jisung said with a smirk. chan heard his phone ring and answered it. before he could say anything, he heard a very familiar moan come through then jisung’s voice come in. “do you feel dirty doing this on channie’s bed?” with that chan speeds to the dorm, leaving everything.

we heard the door slam and chan’s voice boom through. “good luck y/n.” jisung said, running out of chan’s room. chan came in five seconds later. “you gonna talk to me now?” I asked. chan realized what happened and raced over to me. smashing his lips to mine, hands removing my clothes. “you’re my baby. nobody else's.” he said against my lips, making me moan. within seconds he was thrusting inside me at the pace he normally does.

“say it, say you're mine.” he growled. I moaned so loudly, clawing at his back. “I’m all yours, just yours.” I whispered, looking into his eyes. hand coming down to stimulate me, bringing me close to my high. “fuck I love you.” I said as I came. chan moaned as he heard me, cumming inside me. “god, I love you too.” he said, laying his head on my chest. after we had calmed down, he lifted himself up. “do you really love me?” he asked. “yes, I been trying to tell you but you've been avoiding me.” I said, combing his sweaty hair. “you want something serious?” he asked. I tiredly nodded my head, making him smile and kiss my lips. "okay then."

lee know

9 months in minho knew he had fell for y/n after being friends with benefits. he had never been in this situation before. minho also knew you didn’t want a serious relationship and didn’t feel the same- or so he thought. y/n thought they were being so open about what they wanted. everyone was hanging out, watching a movie. minho would try to stay away, sitting next to jisung with glances to y/n. seungmin notices its and whispers to y/n.

“wanna make him jealous?” seungmin said, I look over to him. “just go along with what I do.” he said, leaning more into me. he whispers jokes in my ear, making me giggle. minho took notice of it immediately and started staring out the side of his eye. “follow me.” seungmin says, getting up and going to the kitchen. seungmin gave minho a wink as I followed. seungmin places me in the corner where nobody can see. “pretend like we’re making out.” seungmin says. as minho turns the corner, he sees y/n’s hands in seungmin's hair as seungmin as at her neck. I fake gasp as I ‘notice’ minho standing there as seungmin moved away. “y/n, come talk to me." minho says, going to his room. I followed him, hearing seungmin say good luck.

as soon as I closed minho's bedroom door, I was pushed against it. "that was a stupid stunt you pulled back there." minho said, leaving hickeys on the side of my neck. "it got you and me alone. why haven't you've been talking to me?" I asked, pulling his head away. minho paused and looked away, but my eyes followed me. "because I realized I liked you in a way that you don't feel for me." minho said. "you haven't noticed any of the hints of me wanting to be yours officially." I said. "wanna be mine?" he quickly asked, making me nod. clothes off and on the bed. fast and hard thrusts as he used my head into the pillow. "god, just like that." I moaned. "shit I'm not gonna last long." he said before saying, "cum with me baby." I came as he spilled inside me. “I love you.” I said quietly. minho pressed against me and whispered the same thing to me.

seo changbin

it has only been a short amount of months, 4 months being specific. changbin knows he’s becoming obsessive and in love with y/n. it was all so overwhelming, his never wanted to be with someone like this before. he wanted to be as close to them every time they were around. changbin had just got back from the studio and asked jeongin if he wanted to do a at-home workout. jeongin knows changbin is in love with y/n and tells the reader to come workout with them. jeongin was the one to answer the door and tell them the plan he had came up with.

the whole time working out, I would away from changbin every time he got close and doing my squats with jeongin's help. I was getting changed in the bathroom as I shouted for jeongin to bring me my bag. I pulled jeongin in and we proceeded to do the second part of the plan. we started to moan and giggle like 6th graders. changbin quickly came in and grabbed me from the bathroom. once we were in his room, he placed me on the bed underneath him. "what the hell was all that?" he asked. "me making you jelly because you won't ask me out." I said simply. "all that for me to ask you out?" he said, raking his hands up my body. I hummed out, "I want to be more than fuck buddies." I said, pulling him in for a kiss. "you got it then." he said as we took off both our clothes.

he pulled out a condom and slipped it on. "I'm gonna fuck you like you belong to me then." changbin said as slowly pushing into me, making me nod. he placed my legs on his shoulders and fucked into me slowly. he quickened up his pace, loud moans coming from both of us. he bent down and kissed my lips. "I love you." I said onto his lips. his hips met mine harder hearing that. "I love you too. say it again." I kept chanting his name and I love you's till we both came. he laid beside me and pulled me into him. "I'm glad I get to call you mine now." he said.

hwang hyunjin

"I know he's in love with me, but I don't want to say- 'hey I know you've loved me for awhile, let's date.' I'm not that type of person. plus I think he's trying to be quiet about, he'll be embarrassed if he found it that I knew." I explained to felix as rubbed his temples. "okay then what do you want to do?" felix said. "let's make him jealous so he come out with it himself." I said. "what? like fake hook?" felix asked, making my eyes widened. "great, now we gotta do it, right?" felix said, making me nod.

everything was ready, I was wearing a big hoodie and short shorts that you couldn't see. as soon as we heard hyunjin opening the door, felix took off his shirt and got on top of me, pulling a blanket over us. "the hell is going on!" hyunjin yelled. we quickly pull apart and sat up. "its not what it looks like." felix said. "really because it looks like you were getting down with the one I'm in love with." hyunjin said. "finally he admits it." felix said, standing up and leaving the room. "have fun you two." felix said with a smirk. "wait what?" hyunjin said with a confused look. "it was all planned out to get you to confess. don't be to loud please." felix yelled down the hall.

hyunjin walked over to me and sat down. "I love you too just so you know." I said. "really!" he said, I nodded. "do you want to make it official?" hyunjin asked. "I would love to." I said, leaning in to kiss him. things got heated quickly, he climbed on top of me. "I want you." I said. "you can have all of me." hyunjin said, pulling my shorts off and his too. "condom?" I said. hyunjin nodded and pulled one out of his wallet. once it was on, we quickly got into action. "god, I love the way you feel me up." I said into his ear as he started his quick pace. "we gotta be quick baby. don't want someone walking in on us." hyunjin said, putting more of his body weight on me. I clenched around him. "fuck me good then." I said, pulling at his hair as his thrusts got sharper.

han jisung

it's been 7 months since jisung and I decided to become friends with benefits. all was going swell, till there was a shift in everything. we didn't even notice it, but hyunjin did and asked me about it last week. he made me realized we both, jisung and I, were starting to act like we were in a relationship. making me realize in with in love with jisung. "jisung is also in love with you too. he won't fake it." hyunjin told me and I agreed with him. jisung has been busy and locked up in his room for the past few hours since I arrived. "let's make him jealous." hyunjin said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to his room.

man, was this stupid. fake moaning loudly so jisung could hear us. "he's not going to hear us. he has headphones on." I commented. hyunjin walked over to the wall and slammed his hand on the wall. "oh fuck y/n" he said, right into the wall. I covered my mouth to cover up my laugh. next thing I knew jisung ran into the room. "jesus, I thought." he said as I walked over to him. "let's go baby." I said, dragging him out and to his room. "that was so mean." he said. "hyunjin dragged me to his room to do it. all his plan, but I did go along with it. I'm sorry." I said, hugging him. "I'm yours only, so how about we make it official." I said, leaning up to his lips. "you sure?" he said, ghosting over my lips. "yes." I said, pushing my lips to his. "show me how much you've wanted to be mine then." he said, sitting on the bed.

I pushed him down and unbuttoned his pants, dragging his underwear off as well. I jerked him off with my hand and mouth till was was hard enough. I sat down on his lap and lowered myself slowly on him. "shit." I said, as I bottomed out. I placed my hands on his chest as we moaned our thrusts. I stimulated myself as I reached climax, triggering jisung into his. I laid my head on his chest, "I'm happy you're mine." I heard him say.

lee felix

8 months. 8 months of being in love with felix. while being friends that hook up and I became addicted. I didn't know if he loved me back and that scared me. I was hanging out with minho talking about how I wanted to fake hook up to see if he felt the same way. "why don't you just ask him?" he asked, but went with the plan anyway.

I was at their dorm, felix in his room and in the kitchen with minho. "come in the kitchen in about 30 minutes, I have a surprise." I told felix to which he agreed. minho and I started making felix's famous brownies and just enjoying our time. "still think this is stupid." he comment to which I said to shut up, making him roll his eyes. minho dipped his finger in the mix and placed it on my nose. we started to play fight, I screamed as minho grabbed me and placed me on the counter. minho waited til he heard felix's door open, to place his hands under my shirt and turn his head to it look like we were making out.

felix called out both of our names. we turned and saw a mad look on his face. "it wasn't a good plan, but now do you believe me y/n." minho said, making felix's look change into confusion. minho walked out and left felix and I alone. "plan? what plan?" he asked walking in between my legs. " I wanted to see if you loved me back the way that I did." I said, not meeting his eyes. "you're so stupid sometimes." he said, before smashing his lips to mine.

"I love you. I've always been yours, even before we started having sex." he said, dragging his hands up to my shorts and pulling them off. felix went down on me in the kitchen but not not me cum, before sliding his cock with a condom on inside me. "I want to cum all over me baby." he groaned, picking up a quick pace. our sex session didn't last long at all. I felt him filled the condom, making my own orgasm break throw me.

kim seungmin

"it's been 10 months, changbin. I know he doesn't feel the same way." I told him. "how do know that?" changbin asked. "because I've being showing him the signs for over 5 months, and he doesn't care. "okay then, how about you come over tomorrow, just you, me, and seungmin. and once he's out of the room, we'll fake like were hooking up." changbin says. changbin says he know that seungmin likes them, but y/n doesn’t believe that.

we were in seungmin's room, watching a movie when seungmin said he had to go to the bathroom. "it's go time." changbin said, scooting over and getting on top of me. "just fake moan." he said, pushing his head into my neck. I felt blush rise to my cheeks has I did it. a few minutes later seungmin walked in and just looked at us. “what?” changbin asks, with a smirk. “they're not you’re partner, they're mine. you can leave. I gotta talk to my baby.” seungmin says, I felt my stomach twist up at him saying that.

once changbin was gone, seungmin came over to me and got in the same position that changbin was in. "you know I've seen the signs y/n. I knew you knew in love with me, and I feel the same." seungmin said, I eyes widen. "why didn't you say anything then?" I asked, playing with my fingers. "I was today until changbin told me your guys' little plan last night and I wanted to see if you would go through with it. but man was it a turn on seeing you being a fake little slut, got me hard so fast, baby." seungmin said, grinding his crotch to mine making me moan loud and arch my back. in seconds, I was on my hands and knees and both our clothes thrown off the bed, and a hard fast pace set with his hand stimulating me. "oh fuck seungmin." I moaned out. "I need you to cum before I fill you up." seungmin said, as he thrust became sloppy. we both came at the same time. "fuck I love you." seungmin said in my ear. "I love you too."

yang jeongin

"yeah, you're totally in love with him y/n." chan said, turning around in his chair in his room. "yeah right." I said, plopping myself back into his bed. 3 months into hooking up and chan thinks I fell hard for the fox boy. "how about a plan to get you two fully together, you'd you feel about that?" chan asks, making me look at him. "what is it?" I asked. chan had a evil smile as he told me his plan. ‘texting wrong person’ was the plan. "are you sure?" I asked, making him nod. "he's not here, I'd just know he'd come running." he answered. I sighed pulling out my phone. "what should I say?" I asked. “why not channie just come over. I told jeongin I was busy.” I gagged at the message as I pressed send as chan laughed. "let's go wait in the living room." chan said.

chan and I were just sitting on the couch, waiting for jeongin to either respond to the text or call chan. just then jeongin opens the door, slamming the door into the wall. “oh hi jeongin.” chan says, jeongin looked confused. chan gets up and whispers something in jeongin’s ear, before leaving.

jeongin came over and grabbed my hand, taking me to his room. he pushed me on the bed, getting on top of me. "you're mine. you only texts things with my name like that. mine to hold and take in my bed." He said. "official?" I whispered. "yeah." he said, closing the space between us. we took off each other's clothes as we made out. "mine to fuck." he groaned into the kiss. he grabbed a condom and slid it on before slipping inside me. "the only cock that belongs in here, is mine." he said, picking a slow hard pace. "oh fuck jeongin." I moaned out. "say that your mine and I'll make you cum so hard." he moaned out. "I'm yours innie, all yours." I cried out. he moved his hand to stimulate me, making me clench around around him. triggering both of our orgasms. "fuck yeah." he moaned out.

teddy bear

kim seungmin x fem!reader

description: though you're an adult, your parents decided to have kim seungmin, your ex-best friend, stay with you for the time they are gone. you don't want to be around him unless absolutely necessary. why? because he destroyed your teddy of course.

warnings: reader scared of lightening, mentions of a parent passing, smut, unprotected sex, small oral(male receiving), small dirty talk, doggy style, pull-out method, cuddles.

wc: 3.6k

a/n: I wrote this bc I actually lost my childhood teddy bear for 4 good hours. I was in a panic for the entire time. I somewhat proofread this but ehh. it not the best, but I still like it. :)) also this was my first time trying fake texts so bare with me and the random timetamps.. I would love to make a series with social media au, I just need to figure out what is best. you guys have any tips and apps to use with that, plz inbox me!

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“really mom? I’m an adult, I can stay home by myself.” I whined as I threw myself on the couch. my mom sighed and looked towards my step dad. “honey, we know that, but we are going to be away for three weeks. we don’t want you to alone alone for that long. if it was just till next week it would be find.” dad explains, pushing my feet off the couch. “can I choose who stays with me then?” I asked, sitting up looking at both of them. “yes but only one person. also seungmin is going to be staying in the guest room while we are away.” mom said as she went to the kitchen. what the fuck, hell no. “why is he coming over?” I asked, raising my voice slightly while standing. “y/n, don’t raise your voice.” mom said. “dad!” i said, turning to him. “because he lives right next door, he’ll only be here during the night to make sure you and whoever are good and he’ll be gone in the morning. is that okay?” dad said, patting my shoulder. 

I sighed and thought about it. “I guess so. as long as I don’t have to see him during the full day.” I said, giving up. “alright.” dad said, looking at his watch. “we have a flight to catch, so we have to leave now.” dad said, kissing the top of my head. “please try to be nice to seungmin while we are gone.” mom said, grabbing her luggage. “but-” I said, before my mom continued my sentence. “you two don’t get long I know…just try.” she said, before blowing me a kiss and exiting the door with my step dad right behind her. “we’ll send extra cash if you need it for food.” dad said, locking the door. “alright. love you!” I called out. “we love you too.” dad said, closing the door behind him.

I walked back to my room and grabbed my phone from the charger. texting my best friend, lia, to see if she wanted to stay for some of the days, but knowing her- she’s probably not going to respond till a hours later or maybe even tomorrow. I exited from her name and saw seungmin’s name pop up as he sends a text. I sighed and opened the message.

kim seungmin. the young man who as being my neighbor since I was born. we used to be friends, playing together every chance we got. we did everything together, were there for each other. he was there when when my dad passed away, there when my mom met my step dad, there when they got married. the good and bad of our lives, we were together. when we were 13 years old, he did something I think was unforgivable. stealing my stuffed bear that I had as a baby and threw it away. mom thinks I’m still being childish about it, but I couldn’t sleep correctly for months. he took something of mine and got rid of it, he lost everything that day. when he said he he did to my most treasured item. I only text and wiling be around him when I have to, like today…and the 3 weeks he has to be here. 3 weeks, alone, with seungmin, a person I don’t want to even be near for 3 fucking weeks. god, please kill me now. I looked at the time, I had 4 hours till seungmin was going to sadly show up. I guess I can take a nap while I wait. I turned off my lights and climbed into to bed. I turned on my favorite youtuber for background noise on a low volume. I laid my head down and closed my eyes. please let me a stress free three weeks, even if seungmin will be here and I have to work. please.

I woke up to my phone ringing and banging on the door. what the fuck. I grabbed my phone and answered the call without looking at it. “hello.” I said, getting out of bed to head to the front door. “are you gonna let me, it’s starting to fucking rain!” I heard seungmin’s voice say through the phone. I looked at the time, 5:25pm. “have you been outside for 25 minutes?” I asked, taking my sweet time. “no, I got off work, had time to stop at my house to get my mom’s cooking and now I’m here. open the damn door before I catch a cold!” he said, stilling banging on the door. I unlocked the door to see a wet seungmin, making me giggle. 

“shut up.” he said, hanging up the call and pushing his way into my home. “rude.” I said, closing the door. “what were you doing anyway?” he said, handing the bag of steaming food. he took off his jacket and hung it up before taking off his shoes. “I’ll set the food up in the kitchen. you go change, wouldn’t want the sweet baby seungmin to get sick.” I said, walking pasted him into the kitchen. I heard he go to the guest room. I took out his mom’s famous cooking. giving each container a big sniff. god, it smells so good! I took two plates out of the cabinet and started filling up my plate.

seungmin entered the kitchen now dressed in dry clothes. I slid him his plate as I went to go eat my food inthe living room. “did you really take most of the chicken!” I heard him yell from the kitchen. “you live with your mother and her cooking, I don’t get to have it often. stop whining.” I called back out to him, stuffing rice in my mouth. seungmin walked in and made a face. “you know you look like a pig when you eat like that.” he said as he sat on the other side of the couch. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the remote from the coffee table. “I’m going to watch my favorite movie.” I said, quickly starting it from the beginning. “really this?” seungmin said, raising one eyebrow. I nodded my head as I felt myself go into a trance while watching the movie.

seungmin had already got done with his food and washed his plate. “you know you don’t have to stay in the lying room with me.” I said, looking over at him. he looked up from his phone and over at me before going back to his phone. I pulled the blanket off me- that I had thrown on my lap in the middle of the movie. taking my plate to the kitchen. as I washed my plate, loud thunder and the sound of lightening made me jump. dropping the plate in the sink as I screamed. “fuck!” I yelled. my soul leaving my body for a few seconds. 

“you okay?” a voice asked. I screamed and turned around to see seungmin. “you still scared of bad thunderstorms?” he asked as he leaned on the side of the frame of the archway. “yes. you are going to make fun of me?” I asked as went back to washing my dish. “no, I’m not that low.” he answered before turning around to leave. “but you’re low enough to take a teddy and throw it away.” I muttered under my breath. seungmin stopped, looked at me, before continuing.

I walked back to the living room and saw seungmin wasn’t there anymore. he must of went to bed. I turned off the tv and headed to my room, turning off the lights on my route. 

I entered my room and got ready for bed. I looked at my phone and saw a message from lia finally.

I looked up the weather and she was correct. it’s going to be raining for the rest of the night and all of tomorrow. great. I sighed plugging up my phone and got in bed. I laid on my stomach and fell asleep very quickly.

I woke up to a knock on my door. “what!” I said tiredly. the door opened and I saw seungmin. “hey I was letting you know. the roads flooded last night so we go anywhere.” he explained. I sat up and stretched, noticed what time it was. “it’s 5am seungmin, why are you up?.” I said with my eyes half eyes. “I go to work at 6am, but I was just telling you that we’re kind of stuck here unless we go to my house. but you can go back to sleep now.” he said, leaving and closing the door. I laid back down and closed my eyes, falling asleep once again.

I woke up to my alarm going off, piper piper by bts blaring- 9am. “oh my god!” I said, grabbing my phone and turning off the now annoying song. “I’m never going to be able to listen to that song anymore.” I said to myself. I got out of bed and walked out my bed, going to the bathroom.

I heard loud noises coming from the front of the house. what the fuck? I followed the sound into the kitchen and saw seungmin. “now what are you doing?” I asked him. he trying his head to me. “what does it look like?” he sassed back. “I’m cooking breakfast.” he said, turning back to what he was cooking. “what is it? are you going put some in my food?” I asked narrowing my eyes at him. “no. I want to eat dumbass and I’m sure you are too.” he said, rolling his eyes at me. “when will it be done?” I asked, standing on my tippy toes from where I was standing. “now.” he said, turning off the stove and remod-ving the pan. “it’s eggs, pancakes, and toast.” he said. I went and grabbed myself a plate and loaded up my plate.

as I tried to walk out, seungmin took my plate. “thank you.” he said with a smile and went to the living to eat. I stood there and processed what just happened. the little bitch took my plate of food. “dick!” I yelled as I grabbed another plate and filled another plate of food. good thing he made a lot of food. I walked into the living room and turned on a show I wasn’t familiar with. I sat down and began to eat.

soon my plate became abandoned as I interested in the show. “why would he do that? he’s an idiot. she likes you dumbass!” I yelled at tv like the characters were going to hear me. I heard seungmin laughed at me. “you’re more into this than I am.” he laughed. I threw my pillow at him to make him shut up.

we sat on the couch, watching the the show. we were currently on the end of the second season. the sun had started going down. then everything went dark, I jumped out of my seat. in the a blink of an eye the lights came back on. “I think we might lose power.” seungmin stated. “I hope not.” I said, feeling my anxiety build up. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 5:35pm. “we should charger our phone just in case it does.” seungmin said, standing up from the couch. I nodded my head and walked to my room. I plugged up my phone and walked to the kitchen to make something to eat. I grabbed two cups of ramen and made one for me and seungmin.

I watched as seungmin entered the room. I slid him his cup of ramen as I continued to eat mine on the counter. “thanks.” he said, which I nodded my head to. we ate in silence as the thunder rumbled far in the distance. I jumped off the counter and threw away my now empty cup. “I’m going to my room.” I told seungmin before walking away. I entered my room, looking around the area. I should put some things away so I don’t trip over them if the power does go out. I finished around 6pm. I sat on my bed, playing tetris on my phone.

“stupid game.” I said as I raged quit from miss clicking for the 4th time. “why do I tell have that game on my phone? I don’t even like playing it.” I cried to myself. I got up from bed and changed into fresh comfy clothes. I climbed into bed and went to bed early so i won’t be wake during a storm that was about to happen.

I woke up at 1am to it raining harder than ever outside. I looked around at the window. that looks bad. I watched as a flash of bright light went in front of my window with a loud crack and shake of the house. I screamed as I jumped out of my bed into the floor. I stood up and quickly got back intoto bed. I jumped as my door swung open fast. seungmin looked worried as he entered my room. 

“you okay?” he asked, walking into my room and closer to me. I nodded my head and looked towards the window, scared that it would happen again. “y/n.” he said, making me look at him. “you’re crying.” he said. what? I touched my face and felt that my cheeks were wet. “did the lightening scare you that much?” he asked, standing at the edge of my bed next to me. “I mean it was right outside of my window, I’m okay though.” I said to him. he raised an eyebrow, “are you sure?” he asked, fixing the hood at was falling off his head. “yes.” I said, knowing I was lying though my teeth. “okay.” he said, slowly walking out of my room and closing the door. 

I thought about my answer and called out to seungmin hoping he would answer and come back, but I don’t think he heard. I laid back down and closing my eyes, hoping to fall back to sleep. 

“y/n.” I heard, making my open my eyes. I see seungmin once again in my room “yes seungmin?” I asked. “didn’t you call my name a few seconds ago?” he said, shuffling his feet and hands behind his back. my body wanted to cave in on itself, god I feel a little embarrassed. “yeah I did.” I said, fixing my position in my bed. “I was wondering if you could stay in here with me, just till I fell asleep.” I said, looking past him- not wanting to meet his eyes. “yeah I can.” he said, walking over to the other side of the bed and climbed in. I felt him get close and held my eyes firmer closed and tried to fall asleep. stiff is one word to describe how I looked in bed.

I felt myself slipping into my second sleep, when I felt seungmin wrap his arms around me and placed something in my arms. he didn’t let go, but loosely kept his arms one my waist. “I’m sorry for my actions when we were young.” he said, i could feel his breathe on my neck. I looked down and saw my childhood toy. I wanted to cry to have it back. I hugged it tightly into me. “I didn’t know I had it. some how it ended up in my bag and I found it when I was at a friend’s house. they saw it thought it was mine and took it from me. I got it back a few months ago after I got my new job.” he explained. “I should have told you what actually happened, instead of ruining our friendship into almost nothing.” he said, I turned around and looked at him. “thank you for giving it back.” i said, he nodded. “it was always my plan to get it back and give it back to you.” seungmin said with a smile. I copied his smile, feeling more sleepy as the seconds passed.

“let’s go to sleep, shall we?” he said, getting more comfortable. we both fell asleep, me being in his embrace.

I woke up to seungmin moving around. “seungmin stop moving so much.” I groaned out before turning around. my back facing him. “sorry.” I heard him mumble. sadly my bed wasn’t the biggest(nor the smallest), but I every quickly found out why he was moving around a lot. I turned my head around, “seungmin are you hard?” I asked as I watched his cheeks turn bright red. “it’s not what you think!” he said, freaked out. I bursted out laughing. “really?” I asked, turning my body back around. “yes.” he said more quietly. I sat up and checked the time. 5:30am. “your morning schedule tiring me and I just woke up.” I said, making him laugh a little. I thought about if I should ask the question that was on a tip of my tongue. fuck it.

“did you want some help?” i asked him. “with what?” he quickly asked. I sighed and looked down at his crotch then back up at him. his eyes went wide and jaw dropped. “no I mean I don’t need help. I can handle myself.” he said, looking up at me. “did you want to help me?” he continued. “kinda, but if you can handle yourself, I’m going to go eat some cereal. I said about to get out of bed, but seungmin stopped me. I turned back around. the rising sun, hitting his face from the edges of the blinds. he looked good. “help me out y/n.” he said, making me smile.

“fuck.” seungmin moaned out as popped off his cock. “where did you learn how to do that?” he asked as I moved to sit on him. I shrugged my shoulders with a smile on my lips.  I lifted my body up and aligned him with my entrance. slowly sinking down on him, till he completely filled me up. “oh god.” I said, placing my hands on his chest. “shit, you’re so tight.” seungmin said, throwing his head back, hands on my thighs. I rolled my hips, getting used to the size of him. seungmin glided his hands up to my waist and lifting me up. coming back down, completely becoming full once again. the head of cock hitting my g-spot perfectly. I moaned out as seungmin set the pace. I looked at him, sweat beading down his face, eyes closed from pleasure. he looks so hot like this.

I started coming down more roughly as I leaned down to kiss his lips. seungmin wrapped his arms around my back, keeping me in place. thrusting up into me. “oh fuck!” I cried out, digging my head in his neck. “I love how you feel in me.” I said, placing kisses on his neck. seungmin threaded his hand in my hair and pulled my head up. making me keep eye contact with me. “I love how me clench around me pretty.” he said, making me moan. “I’m wanna cum minnie.” I whined out. seungmin shook his head, “not yet pretty.” he said. 

seungmin sat up with me still in his embrace. “off.” he commanded, lifting me off of him before I could protest. I watched as he sat up on his knees. “turn around, hand and knees.” he said, jerking off his cock. I quickly did so, arching my back and face laid on the pillow. with one hand he held on hip and lined up, teasing me by rubbing against clit. I moaned, moving my hips back. “how bad do you want to cum y/n?” seungmin said. “so bad. please make me cum minnie.” I pleaded. he pushed back into me with one stroke. slowly pulling out and thrusting back in hard, angling his hips till he found me g-spot again. I nearly screamed as he picked up the pace. I held the bed sheets in my fist tightly. the knot in the pit of my stomach becoming strong. “cum. wanna cum.” I said, trying to look back at him.

seungmin slid his right hand down under on body, meeting my clit. rubbing messy circles. I closed my eyes as my high snapped when hips thrusted a few more times. “oh fuck!” i screamed as I creamed over him. “jesus.” seungmin said, removing his hand to place it back on my hip with his other hand. he pounded into me with sloppy thrusts till he couldn’t handle it no more. seungmin pulled out and jerked off his cock, coming all over my bare back with a tight grip on my hip- most likely it was going to leave bruises.

I relaxed my body from exhaustion as seungmin got up and reached for something on the ground. I didn’t even bother seeing, wanting to take a nap now or have a snack. I couldn’t really wait what I wanted. I felt something by dragged across my back, cleaning his cum off me. once he was done, he placed a kiss on my back. right below my neck. seungmin laid next to me, wrapping his arms around me. I placed my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it was starting to slow down from our activities. seungmin started laughing, I looked up at with tired eyes. “nothing, take a nap.” he said, playing an arm under his head. I placed my head back in it’s place, slowly falling asleep. 

“your teddy bear watches us have sex.” I heard him say, making me burst into hard laughter.

kinktober !

kink: olfactophilia

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader

wc: 1.8k

olfactophilia: a paraphilia for, or sexual arousal by, smells and odors emanating from the body, especially the sexual areas.

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If you had to choose one word to describe yourself, in your current situation… Goodness, it was hard. Pathetic? Disgusting? Perverted, deranged, insane? You heard Seungmin's voice in your head, calling you names. Calling you a dirty little slut, scoffing at you, torn between a look of utter disgust and an excited smirk. Just the thought turned you on - you wanted him to look down on you. You deserved to be looked down upon.

Nice girls touched themselves while thinking of their boyfriends fucking them. Normal girls closed their eyes and let their imagination do its job, their hand working away between their legs. You? You held your boyfriend's dirty shirt up to your face, sniffing desperately below the arm hole, inhaling the bitter scent of his sweat like it was fucking crack. If only he could see you now.

"What do we have here?"

Your legs snapped shut, dropping his shirt instantly. "Y-You weren't supposed to be home this early-"

He raised an eyebrow at you, ignoring your comment and stepping into the bedroom. "Is this what you do when you're alone? Sniff at my dirty things like a dog?"

"I just - I was getting off, and… I wanted to feel closer to you. Wanted to smell you." Your cheeks were bright red. Being caught naked was one thing. Being caught masturbating was another level. But being caught doing this? A vice of shame wrapped around your chest, making your heart race, and your clit throb.

Seungmin approached the bed, holding your face gently and smiling down at you. "Aww, baby. That's so pathetic, it's almost sweet."

You looked up at him, wide-eyed, almost drunk on his scent.

"I knew you were dirty but I had no idea you were into this. You like the way I smell, baby?"

"Mhmm." You nodded.

"Y'know, I was really looking forward to fucking you when I got home," Seungmin said, sly smile on his lips. He stroked back your hair, looking into your eyes. "But you seem so fucked out already. You don't even need my dick, do you? You just want to smell me?"

You couldn't help but whine at the mention of his dick. "Seungie - no - I still want-"

"Shh," he hushed you. "It's okay. You don’t need it, okay? You only need my scent."

He spoke so firmly you didn’t dare argue. You nodded meekly, watching as he pulled off his shirt. He climbed atop you, straddling your frame as you lay on the bed beneath him.

Seungmin’s smile was sweet, but it was dripping with condescension. “Go on. I know how desperate you are. Keep touching yourself.” You did as he asked, slowly circling your clit and holding back a whimper as you stared back into his eyes. You felt warm under his gaze, all hot and shy.

In daily life you felt so comfortable around Seungmin; you two had been together for a while, and he made you feel so bold, so self-confident. But in the bedroom? You felt so small beneath his stare, such a stupid, pathetic baby. And, fuck, it got you wet.

"Close your eyes," he instructed. You followed his word, putting your trust in him, as you always did, and plunged yourself into darkness. "Now breathe."

You inhaled deeply. His armpit - you would know the scent anywhere. You let out a high-pitched moan, absolutely unintentionally. It was so overwhelming to your senses - you felt so completely surrounded by him. It was a bitter scent, the sweat he'd accumulated throughout the day, though the sweetness of his soap cut through it. It was all so utterly Seungmin, you could hardly take it. His armpit hairs tickled your nose, and you resisted the urge to nuzzle into the crevice.

"Seungie, you smell so good," you panted.

He let out an amused scoff. "I smell awful, baby, I've been working all day. You're just so whipped you love it anyway." He was right, without a doubt.

“Finger yourself for me, baby,” he instructed you, his voice barely above a whisper yet still so commanding.

You were practically trembling with arousal; you felt it coursing through your system like a poison, making your limbs shake and your heart pound. “H-How many fingers, Seungie?” you asked.

He let out a low chuckle. “Such a good girl for asking. Can you handle three?”

You currently had two fingers curled inside yourself - you added another. “Mhmm,” you confirmed. “Can handle anything you tell me - Seungie knows my limits better than I do.”

“That’s right, darling,” he confirmed. He sat up, and his scent left your nostrils. You opened your eyes, lips pursed in a sulky pout, ready to protest, before you saw Seungmin looking down at you lovingly. “You’re being so good today, baby, what’s happening?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “I knew you liked it when I’m bratty, Seungmin! You want me to be naughty? I can start acting up, if you want.”

Seungmin couldn’t help but grin, shaking his head. “Nah. I want my good girl today. You gonna keep being good? Or do I have to slap that smirk off your pretty little face?”

It was fun, being told off by your boyfriend - you would know, as it happened often. You loved acting out in bed. And equally, Seungmin loved putting you in your place. But in this moment, as he looked down at you with such warmth in his eyes, all you wanted was to behave for him. “I can be good,” you insisted, looking up at him earnestly.

“That’s my baby,” he said, stroking back your hair gently. “C’mon, touch your clit while you finger yourself.”

You nodded, complying immediately. You couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation, pleasure spreading outwards from the bundle of nerves. You stroked your clit in time with your fingers pumping, curling to hit your g-spot. You groaned. “Dick now, Seungmin? Please?”

“Aww, you want my dick?” he cooed, cocking his head at you. “How bad?”

“Don’t play with me, Seungie!” you whined.

“I thought you were being good today?” he asked, effectively shutting you up. “Here, baby - don’t stop touching yourself.” You watched as he climbed off you, standing up and unbuttoning his jeans. His cock sprung free, rock hard already.

“You’re hard already, Seungie? You like watching me get off? You like it when I smell you?”

He smirked. “Yeah, baby. You’re so fucking dirty today.” You let out a whimper at his words, still pumping at your g-spot. “You like being called dirty, hm? You like being my dirty, slutty little baby?” He was stroking his dick as he spoke, slowly, teasingly.

“Yeah, Seungmin, fuck,” you nodded, practically drooling upon seeing his member. You saw it every day, yet it never stopped blowing your mind. He had the prettiest dick in the world - you firmly believed that to be true. Perfect length, perfect girth. Perfectly pink tip, perfectly trimmed pubes at the base of his shaft. How the fuck did you get so lucky?

Seungmin returned to the bed, climbing atop you once more. Further up your chest this time, positioning his dick above your face. You opened your mouth instinctively, desperate to taste, silently pleading for the weight of his dick on your tongue, down your throat.

“Close your mouth, baby,” Seungmin spoke gently. “You don’t get to taste just yet.”

You whined, but followed his command once more, closing your mouth to form another sullen pout. You wanted his cock in your mouth more than anything, it was true, but your desires were somewhat fulfilled when he tapped the head of his dick on your cheek. You moaned aloud at the contact, still fucking yourself enthusiastically with your fingers. He gripped his dick at its base, swiping it across your face, smearing sticky precum across your lip. You immediately licked it up, savouring the saltiness on your tongue.

“Close your eyes, baby. Deep breath in.” Seungmin pressed the tip of his dick above your upper lip, below your nostrils. You did as he asked, inhaling sharply. The scent was dark, musky, undeniably him. “That good, honey?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you cried, sniffing at his cock as though it was your only source of oxygen. Tears sprung to your eyes as you felt your climax approach. Three fingers pushing against your g-spot, another circling your clit, Seungmin’s dick overpowering your senses. “I’m gonna - ‘m gonna cum, Seungie-”

“Did I say you could?” he asked. You opened your eyes to find him looking down at you sternly.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, Seungmin, please-”

“No,” he told you. His tone was flat, telling you that there was no room for negotiation; you would not be coming. Not until he told you so.

He took his dick away from you, though before you could complain, he planted his balls on your face. They shook as he stroked his dick, pumping it with his fist, bouncing between your lips and nose.

“They smell good, baby?” he asked gently. You let out a muffled noise of affirmation, and he laughed down at you. “Gorgeous little slut.”

His moans and grunts met your ears as he pleasured himself, and each time you opened your eyes you saw his furrowed eyebrows, his teeth biting into his bottom lip. Looking at him, you’d say he was enjoying this as much as you were - more, maybe.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he spoke, his voice husky. You did so, opening wide and sticking your tongue out for him. His balls landed on your tongue, salty with sweat, and you licked at them eagerly. “There we go, baby, that’s it.”

You wrapped your lips around one of his heavy balls within the sack, sucking gently, swirling your tongue around it. Seungmin moaned loudly, and you watched as he used his spare hand to pinch his nipple. You heard his breaths pick up in tempo, the strokes of his cock grow more vigorous. You knew the rhythms of his body better than your own; he was getting close.

“You wanna let go, baby?” he asked. “You wanna cum with me?”

You moaned around his balls, and he knew to take that as a yes. You fucked yourself harder, borderline attacking your clitoris, bringing yourself closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum for me, baby, cum for me,” he breathed. He pulled back, leaving your mouth empty.

“Seungie, fuck!”

Your orgasm hit you hard and fast, crashing into you like a bursting star. Seungmin let out a long, drawn-out moan, crying out your name. A splash of cum landed on your cheek, another on your lip, on your chin. You licked what you could reach, swallowing greedily.

“Thank you, Seungie,” you panted. He wiped your cheek with his finger, bringing it to your mouth. You sucked on it gratefully, and he moved to grab a tissue from the bedside table, cleaning up the excess.

“I had no idea you were into that,” he remarked with a laugh.

“I had no idea you were into that,” you fired back.

He shrugged, still grinning. “Me either, baby.”

friends w benefits; ksm

tags: dom!seungmin, afab!reader, oral (m rec), facefucking, recording, a lil soft aftercare

“ just like that,” seungmin grunted under his breath.

if his head wasn’t thrown back against the wall, you would be able to see his usually soft puppy-like features contorted in pleasure as you take his cock down your throat.

however, he couldn’t let you know how crazy you made him.

he couldn’t let you know how affected he was by the way your hips swayed to the music during their group practice earlier, the curves of your body hugged by small shorts and a white tank top that allowed him a glimpse of your cleavage every time you bent down.

he couldn’t let you see the way his cock twitched in his pants when you dragged him by the wrist into the closet after the practice had concluded, teasing and whispering into his ear how his staring didn’t go unnoticed for the last few hours spent together.

and he absolutely couldn’t let you find out about how his heart melted when you pressed your lips against his, molded in a perfect rhythm that made him want you in more ways than the horny arrangement the two of you had going on for the last few weeks.

however what seungmin could let you notice was how jealous he got when he found his members sneaking peaks at what was his and his only. he took note of how low minho’s hands sat on your body as he adjusted your position, or how jeongin sneaked over to stand directly behind you every time the dance called for you to be leaned over, perfectly displaying your ass for the world to see.

so that’s how you ended up taking seungmin’s cock in a storage closet.

saliva pooled down your chin at each bob of your head, accompanied by small whines that would escape your throat unwillingly. seungmin loved it. he loved the mess, he loved seeing you absolutely ruined for him.

when seungmin glanced back down at you, he noticed the way your fingers had snuck down into the waistband of your shorts, your back arched as you ground yourself against your own palm.

with a scoff, he pulled away from you.

“minnie-“ you chased the head of his dick with your lips. “more, more please,” you begged with a choked sob, too far out of your mind.

“did i tell you to touch yourself?” he scowled, gripping the back of your scalp to force your eyes to meet his above you.

you babbled out a mantra of weak apologies for disobeying the man in front of you. he glared down at you for a moment before he harshly released his grip on your hair, your head left spinning.

“you know what happens,” he sighed in mock disappointment. “open your mouth. good girl, look at you.”

seungmin’s thumb softly traced your open jaw, contrasting the way he forced his throbbing cock down your throat. you whimpered and gagged around his length, struggling to take him all in without the support of your fist. “fuuck, take it baby, shit.”

he set a brutal pace from the start, not letting your mouth adjust to the stretch of his full size before fucking your throat relentlessly. each thrust of his hips pulled a humiliating sound out of you, but it only egged him on further.

tears stung the corners your eyes, threatening to fall down your flushed cheeks from the pressure down your throat. if seungmin noticed, he didn’t seem to care much since his pace refused to slow down. gruff pants escaped seungmin’s lips, building up a sweat through his persistent thrusts.

“ahh, fuck, look at you, hnng,” he managed out, one hand tangling itself back into your hair and the other reaching out to a nearby shelf. it wasn’t until a bright flash broke you out of your fucked-out trance that you processed what was going on. under heavy eyes, you peeked up above you to be met with the back of his phone.

you whined out a sound of protest but couldn’t bring yourself to fight against him. the tears spilled down your face in utter humiliation as he recorded the scene below him: his thick cock shoved down your tight little mouth, your hair entangled between his fingers as he kept you set in place. you knew the camera would pick up the saliva that dripped down your chin, staining your white tank top with pools of drool as proof to what was happening.

the image of your ruined figure must’ve been so messy, so stimulating to the man above you because it only took a few seconds before he began to fall apart.

“jesus fucking- shit, you look so hot right now, holy fuck,” seungmin’s voice raised in pitch as he approached his orgasm. “you’re all mine. ‘m gonna cum now baby, you’re gonna take it? take it all for me?”

you couldn’t manage a response, so you flattened your tongue against his angry red tip and hummed a small noise that vibrated the length of his dick between your lips. he choked out a groan before he hit his high, shoving his cock as far as it could go down your throat as it throbbed with its release. his knees buckled as his seed painted the walls of your mouth, it’s salty tinge causing your throat to constrict and milk the rest of him. he muttered a mix of curses and soft praises under his breath as he came down, ending the video and slowly retracting himself from you. he slid down the wall he had been leaning against as he caught his breath.

once he sat in front of you, eyes closed and lightly exhaling, you let your upper body fall into his lap. the fingers that previously tore at your scalp gently weaved through the strands of your hair, allowing you to recover from the intense stimulation only moments before. you took deep breaths and let seungmin soothe your racing heart.

“shh,” he whispered, running his fingers down your shoulders. “you’re so good for me.”

seungmin was glad you had your eyes closed, because if they were open, you’d see how lovingly he stared down at you. you’d see the small smile that played on his lips as you steadily regained control of yourself. you’d see his mouth opening to say something, anything to fill the silence in the air, and maybe even finally ask if you felt the same way as him.

as bad as he wanted to, he couldn’t risk losing whatever relationship the two of you had going on now. so, he closed his lips, choosing to savor what he had of you.

besides, the more time that the two of you stayed in that closet meant the longer you could procrastinate facing the rest of the boys, who had been waiting for the two of you in the car so they could finally leave.

a/n: thank u for reading!!🤍🤍

friends w benefits; ksm

tags: dom!seungmin, afab!reader, oral (m rec), facefucking, recording, a lil soft aftercare

“ just like that,” seungmin grunted under his breath.

if his head wasn’t thrown back against the wall, you would be able to see his usually soft puppy-like features contorted in pleasure as you take his cock down your throat.

however, he couldn’t let you know how crazy you made him.

he couldn’t let you know how affected he was by the way your hips swayed to the music during their group practice earlier, the curves of your body hugged by small shorts and a white tank top that allowed him a glimpse of your cleavage every time you bent down.

he couldn’t let you see the way his cock twitched in his pants when you dragged him by the wrist into the closet after the practice had concluded, teasing and whispering into his ear how his staring didn’t go unnoticed for the last few hours spent together.

and he absolutely couldn’t let you find out about how his heart melted when you pressed your lips against his, molded in a perfect rhythm that made him want you in more ways than the horny arrangement the two of you had going on for the last few weeks.

however what seungmin could let you notice was how jealous he got when he found his members sneaking peaks at what was his and his only. he took note of how low minho’s hands sat on your body as he adjusted your position, or how jeongin sneaked over to stand directly behind you every time the dance called for you to be leaned over, perfectly displaying your ass for the world to see.

so that’s how you ended up taking seungmin’s cock in a storage closet.

saliva pooled down your chin at each bob of your head, accompanied by small whines that would escape your throat unwillingly. seungmin loved it. he loved the mess, he loved seeing you absolutely ruined for him.

when seungmin glanced back down at you, he noticed the way your fingers had snuck down into the waistband of your shorts, your back arched as you ground yourself against your own palm.

with a scoff, he pulled away from you.

“minnie-“ you chased the head of his dick with your lips. “more, more please,” you begged with a choked sob, too far out of your mind.

“did i tell you to touch yourself?” he scowled, gripping the back of your scalp to force your eyes to meet his above you.

you babbled out a mantra of weak apologies for disobeying the man in front of you. he glared down at you for a moment before he harshly released his grip on your hair, your head left spinning.

“you know what happens,” he sighed in mock disappointment. “open your mouth. good girl, look at you.”

seungmin’s thumb softly traced your open jaw, contrasting the way he forced his throbbing cock down your throat. you whimpered and gagged around his length, struggling to take him all in without the support of your fist. “fuuck, take it baby, shit.”

he set a brutal pace from the start, not letting your mouth adjust to the stretch of his full size before fucking your throat relentlessly. each thrust of his hips pulled a humiliating sound out of you, but it only egged him on further.

tears stung the corners your eyes, threatening to fall down your flushed cheeks from the pressure down your throat. if seungmin noticed, he didn’t seem to care much since his pace refused to slow down. gruff pants escaped seungmin’s lips, building up a sweat through his persistent thrusts.

“ahh, fuck, look at you, hnng,” he managed out, one hand tangling itself back into your hair and the other reaching out to a nearby shelf. it wasn’t until a bright flash broke you out of your fucked-out trance that you processed what was going on. under heavy eyes, you peeked up above you to be met with the back of his phone.

you whined out a sound of protest but couldn’t bring yourself to fight against him. the tears spilled down your face in utter humiliation as he recorded the scene below him: his thick cock shoved down your tight little mouth, your hair entangled between his fingers as he kept you set in place. you knew the camera would pick up the saliva that dripped down your chin, staining your white tank top with pools of drool as proof to what was happening.

the image of your ruined figure must’ve been so messy, so stimulating to the man above you because it only took a few seconds before he began to fall apart.

“jesus fucking- shit, you look so hot right now, holy fuck,” seungmin’s voice raised in pitch as he approached his orgasm. “you’re all mine. ‘m gonna cum now baby, you’re gonna take it? take it all for me?”

you couldn’t manage a response, so you flattened your tongue against his angry red tip and hummed a small noise that vibrated the length of his dick between your lips. he choked out a groan before he hit his high, shoving his cock as far as it could go down your throat as it throbbed with its release. his knees buckled as his seed painted the walls of your mouth, it’s salty tinge causing your throat to constrict and milk the rest of him. he muttered a mix of curses and soft praises under his breath as he came down, ending the video and slowly retracting himself from you. he slid down the wall he had been leaning against as he caught his breath.

once he sat in front of you, eyes closed and lightly exhaling, you let your upper body fall into his lap. the fingers that previously tore at your scalp gently weaved through the strands of your hair, allowing you to recover from the intense stimulation only moments before. you took deep breaths and let seungmin soothe your racing heart.

“shh,” he whispered, running his fingers down your shoulders. “you’re so good for me.”

seungmin was glad you had your eyes closed, because if they were open, you’d see how lovingly he stared down at you. you’d see the small smile that played on his lips as you steadily regained control of yourself. you’d see his mouth opening to say something, anything to fill the silence in the air, and maybe even finally ask if you felt the same way as him.

as bad as he wanted to, he couldn’t risk losing whatever relationship the two of you had going on now. so, he closed his lips, choosing to savor what he had of you.

besides, the more time that the two of you stayed in that closet meant the longer you could procrastinate facing the rest of the boys, who had been waiting for the two of you in the car so they could finally leave.

a/n: thank u for reading!!🤍🤍

Game Night

ot8 x Female reader

Word count: 8.4K (I can't even justify...)

Synopsis: You and the guys have another Monday night game night but it's anything but 'typical' when the game is truth or dare...

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Here it is! The big finale! Hell in a hand basket, see you all there! If you like this unhinged debauchery please reblog, comment, like lose your mind in my asks! Yall have been killing me!🤣 As always but especially with this series warnings and S.M.U.T! below the cut! 9/9

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! Bro... Ima try! Cursing/ swearing, LOTS of dirty talking, mentions of public sex, mentions of voyerism, gang bang, mentions of getting MC pregnant (only once not during sex), masturbation (m&f), oral (m&f), face sitting, deep throating/face fucking, cock slapping MCs face, gagging, choking/breath play, cum eating, cum play, squirting, cum shot, cream pie, rimming/ass play, rough sex, slight degradation (kinda), double penitration, anal sex (MC first time), sex toys (vibrator), Chan, Seungmin, Changbin, Minho, Hyunjin Dom/Jeongin, Jisung, Felix Sub/MC switch, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hair pulling, spanking (paddle), clit/pussy slapping, spit play, praise, pet names (beautiful baby girl goddess, kitten, sweetie, also good/bad girl. Felix gets called angel, him, Jeongin, and Jisung get called good boy. Jeongin calls you noona), Hyunjin takes pornographic pictures of MC, MC gets 'punished', MC is restrained (held down by Changbin), dude I don't even know I think that's everything. If I missed anything (if there's anything to miss) please let me know and will add it to the warnings asap.

Monday night board game night with the guys. It was a ritual you all always committed to and this Monday wasn’t any different in that sense. What was different was that the game chosen wasn’t technically a board game but somehow had been agreed upon, none the less.  

“Truth...” Jeongin answered and Hyunjin smirked. 

“Have you ever had sex in public?” Jeongin’s face turned pink and his eyes got wide. You shot Hyunjin a glare and Jeongin nodded. 

“Yes. Once.” Everyone but Hyunjin seemed surprised by his answer. 

“Not such a baby after all huh?” Jeongin spun the bottle that was in the middle of the group and it landed on Seungmin. The sly smile on his face you already knew who his target would be, if there were a way to stop him you would but the dagger eyes you gave him were ignored as he cleared his throat. 

“Felix...” You braced yourself for what would come. 

“Truth or dare?” Immediately he answered. 

“TRUTH!” Assuming it was the safer option. 

“Have you ever listened to any of us fucking?” It wasn’t. Felix almost choked and turned a hundred shades of red. 

“Uh... well... I’m sure we’ve all heard-” Seungmin shook his head. 

“No not heard listened, knowingly pressed your ear to a door or wall to listen to us fucking.” Felix stammered then looked down embarrassed and gave a small nod. 

“Yes.” He said quietly then leaned over and spun the bottle before any follow up questions could be asked. It spun and stopped on you. Beautiful. You already knew your target. 

“Seungmin...” He smirked knowing you’d choose him as soon as the bottle landed on you. 

“Yes sweetie...” His smile grew. 

Truth or dare Minnie?” 

“Dare...” He answered quickly knowing you had too much on him to pick truth. Whatever little dare you came up with would be far more bearable than telling the truth. 

“I dare you...” Seungmin puckered his lips at you teasingly. 

“I dare you to back hug Felix for the rest of the game.” Seungmin’s smile was wiped off his face he went to say something but you cut him off. 

“A real back hug, no pinching, or whispering scary things in his ear, no little tricks or loopholes. A genuine caring back hug the entire rest of the game.” Seungmin wanted to protest but Chan cut in. 

“Fair is fair Seungmin take your medicine.” Seungmin huffed and got up walking around the circle to sit behind Felix. He wrapped his arms around Felix’s waist. 

“Someone spin the stupid bottle.” Seungmin grumbled. Chan leaned over and twirled it and it landed on Minho. Now this was a wild card. There’s so many ways this could go, Minho was as unpredictable as the weather. He could choose anyone and anything in his arsenal of questions and dares were sure to be wicked. His feline eyes narrowed on you and you knew you were fucked. 

“y/n...” You sighed. 

“Yes Minho...” You deadpanned. 

“Truth or dare... kitten?” Your eyes got bigger but you composed yourself quickly and answered. 

“Truth Minho.” He looked like a cat ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. 

“Out of all of us, who’s fucked you the best?” Record scratch. 

“H-how...” Minho happily answered. 

“Well kitten it’s pretty easy to notice a post nut glow and one by one these fellas started floating around the apartment after a day with you.” Well the metaphorical cat was out of the bag now and there was no way to really answer that question fairly. They all fucked you stupid one way or another. You shook your head and huffed unwilling to take that bait, you could only imagine the bickering that would ensue. 

“Fine Dare” the guys were all cool, collected, but there was an energy buzzing underneath. You weren’t used to them all being so quiet, like they knew the shit storm that was coming once Minho opened his mouth. Minho lifted his sharp brow and smirked.  

“I dare you to let all of us fuck you at the same time. Gang bang style kitten.” You were genuinely shocked even for Minho. You expected crazy, maybe sex related, but not that.  

“W-what a-all of you?!” Minho smirked some of the guys were breathing heavily, poor Felix was beet red. 

“If you think you can take us that is.” Minho added and your eyes narrowed.  

“You all want to fuck me?” There was a unanimous yes.  

“Okay fine.” Minho cleared his throat. 

“Oh kitten, one more stipulation.” 

“Shoot.” He grinned like the Cheshire cat. 

“You have to take us all raw.” Your jaw dropped. 

“R-raw?” Minho nodded smiling very pleased with himself. He leaned over into your ear and whispered. 

“Worried one of us might knock you up? Hmm?” 

You stood up, stripped all your clothes off and stood in front of them stark naked. You looked down at Minho and smiled sweetly. 

“I’m on birth control Min.” You started backing towards the closest bedroom beckoning the guys to follow. One by one they got up and single file followed you into Chan’s room which was closest. 

“You boys gonna fuck me with your clothes on?” Pants and shirts started flying and you giggled. You got on Chan’s bed kneeling and then you were surrounded by eight gorgeous men with hard cocks in hand. You were out of your depth for sure. 

“So... how do we start this?” Minho crawled on the bed first stroking his cock. 

“Why don’t you start by sucking on this.” Minho offered you his dick. You bent over and Minho slid his cock in your mouth, precum smeared on your lips. You started sucking him, bobbing up and down making sure to coat his shaft with plenty of spit. 

“Someone lick the kitty, she’s sucking me so well.” Minho held your hair up for a better view of you blowing him. Felix crawled on the bed next touching himself but not jerking off. 

“ME! Let me!” He laid on his back under you and pulled you down on his face. Felix hummed, licked, sucked with so much enthusiasm. You gagged on Minho’s dick and Felix could feel you clench while he tongued your hole drinking you. He took a breath. 

“So good... fuck she tastes so good.” Jeongin nudged Felix out of the way. 

“Let me taste too.” Jeongin got under you and you thought Felix had been enthusiastic the sounds that came from your sopping wet cunt while Jeongin ate you out were lewd. Minho pulled you off his cock by your hair and tilted your head up making you look at him. 

“How is it kitten is Innie eating you good.” You nodded. Minho looked at the others. 

“You know she does have an asshole that could be getting eaten too... just saying.” Minno stuck his cock back in your mouth and you bobbed and sucked humming as a thank you for reminding them. Chan crawled up. 

“That’s me.” Jeongin kept lapping at your pussy and pulled your ass apart for his hyung to eat. Chan’s tongue circled the tight hole then started sucking and slurping. He pulled back. 

“Hold her open good for me Innie.” Chan spit on your hole and licked it up before eating your ass again. It wasn’t long before Jeongin and Chan had you coming. You moaned hard around Minho’s cock. 

“Ohhh fuck yes make her do that again and I’ll blow.” Jeongin and Chan moved out of the way making room for others. 

“Well? Who’s next?” Changbin crawled under you this time and Hyunjin took your ass. They both happily hummed licked and sucked anything you gave them. After a minute Changbin got up. 

“Fuck move Hyunjin I’ve got to fuck this hole I can’t take it anymore.” Hyunjin laughed and moved so Changbin could line up his big cock with your glistening pussy. He spit on his dick and pushed the tip in making you moan around Minho again. He groaned. Changbin set a slow pace at first sliding in and out of you making sure not to hurt you. Minho leaned over as you deep throated his cock and pulled your ass cheeks apart. 

“Pull out Bin show us the gaping hole you're turning that pretty little pussy into. Changbin pulled out and your cunt was gaping wide from his fat cock fucking you open.  

“Go on everyone spit on that hole get it nice and wet for Bin’s cock.” Everybody took a turn spitting, Changbin last before shoving his cock in hard, a wet squelch coming from your pussy as everyone’s spit allowed him to slide right in balls deep. You immedietly came so hard on his cock you screamed around Minho’s and he started fucking your face hard. 

“Fuck Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Minho pulled out and stroked his cock aiming for your mouth. The first streak painted your lips and he squeezed the rest into your mouth.  

“Show me kitten.” You opened your mouth showing him his cum. He took his finger and swiped up what dribbled down your chin and stuck it in your mouth. 

“Now swallow what I gave you and say thank you.” You swallowed Minho’s cum 

“T-thank y-you Minho t-thank you.” You said breathlessly while Changbin still fucked you hard with his huge dick, pulling your hips back making you take him whole. Minho leaned down and kissed your lips that tasted like his cum still. 

“You’re welcome kitten.” Changbin grunted behind you. 

“Fuck! Pussy is so tight!” Changbin spanked you and you moaned out reminding the rest of the guys that you had an open hole to fill.  

“That mouth is mine.” Seungmin crawled over and knelt in front of you. 

“Open up sweetie, you’ve got some cock to swallow.” You deep throated Seungmin’s cock all at once as Changbin and Jisung switched spots and Jisung sunk into you. 

“Fuck Bin how is she still so tight after taking all that cock.” Changbin laughed as he jerked himself off. 

“It’s that perfect little cunt, it’s always tight.” Jisung started fucking you faster and Seungmin gripped your hair and fucked your mouth. 

“I took it easy on you last time pretty, this time, I’m wrecking you. Pay back for that dare sweetie.” He fucked your throat fast and hard pulling your hair tighter as his high approached.  

“Ji finger her asshole and fuck her like you mean it.” Jisung pressed his thumb against your asshole and started fucking you as harder. You were being bounce off one cock onto another and back again, your throat and cunt being properly used, abused, fucked. Seungmin blew down your throat first pushing your head down hard until your nose was buried in the soft skin above his cock. You swallowed as quickly as he filled your mouth. When Seungmin choked you with his cock as he came you clenched around Jisung. He whimpered and pulled out shooting his load on your ass, thick ropes of cum spraying you, his cum dripped down your ass and legs. Jisung rubbed your ass cheek and moved over to lie down, stroking his soft dick getting ready for the next round. Seungmin pulled you off his cock by your hair hard and you fell flat on the bed already starting to feel fucked out. Hyunjin walked over and let go of his cock to flip you over and pulled you into a very familiar position. Your head was hanging over the side of the bed. 

“You remember this yea baby?” You hummed. 

“Yes Jinnie...” You opened your mouth. 

“Good girl, open wide now.” he stuck his fingers in gagging you then rubbed your spit on his cock.  

“I guarantee you one of you is going to want to fill that pussy because she fucking loves this.” He bottomed out into your throat. Jeongin knelt between your legs. 

“Can I fuck you noona please?” You tried to nod. Hyunjin took his cock out long enough for you to answer. 

“GOD YES! Innie fuck me hard just like I like it baby.” Your mouth was full of cock again immedietly and Jeongin slid into you dripping cunt. Hyunjin started playing with your breasts, pinching your nipples hard as he leaned in and fucked your throat mercilessly. You were gagging, drooling, choking every time the shoved it in further. Hyunjin pulled out and smacked your face with his cock as you took a deep breaths then knelt down stroking is cock with one hand, gripping your hair tight with the other. 

“Do you want Innie to fuck you harder beautiful?” 

“Y-yes yes! Jeongin wreck my hole baby fuck it nice and hard!” Hyunjin stood up slapped your face with his cock again and shoved it back in your mouth. 

“Y-yes noona... I will, I’ll fuck you so hard!” Jeongin grabbed your hips and thrusted hard and fast snapping his hips into yours with every thrust. You choked hard on Hyunjin’s cock and he pulled out stroking it hard and fast. 

“Fuck! MMMm open that fucking mouth up and take this load.” His cum squirt into your mouth coating the back of your throat, he stuck the tip in your mouth. 

“Get it all beautiful suck it out.” You gently sucked Hyunjin’s cum from his cock enjoying it’s taste. He pushed your jaw closed and held your nose. 

“Swallow now. Don’t make me grab the paddle.” Jeongin choked out and moaned. 

“Fuck she’s clenching so hard I’m gonna c-c-cum!” Jeongin’s hips stuttered and you could feel his warm load fill your cunt. Hyunjin tsked the youngest. 

“Innie did you cum in her already?” He pulled out and a huge trail of his cum followed. 

“Sorry noona... I should have asked...” You shushed himn  

“It’s okay baby, that’s where I like it. Where’s my angel?” Felix climbed over by you. 

“Here!” He said eagerly. 

“Be a good boy and eat Innie’s cum from my cunt and I’ll make sure you get an extra big surprise.” He smiled, crawled between your legs, buried his face in your pussy and started eating you out, tonguing your hole and licking it all clean. 

“FUCK FELIX YES CLEAN IT UP ANGEL!” Felix sipped on you and didn’t stop until your pussy was trembling and spotless. He looked up at you wanting to be sure he please you. You looked down and pushed his fluffy blonde hair out of his pretty face.  

“Good boy, so good for me aren’t you Lixie.” He nodded his chin coated in your’s and Jeongin’s cum. Chan grabbed your legs and pulled you down the bed so you were laying flat on your back, head resting on the mattress. He pushed your legs back like they had been on the pilates machine. 

“Min hold her legs will you?” Minho crawled over cock hard again and held your legs back.  

“Watch what I can make her do.” Chan latched his pouty lips onto your clit and sucked hard, humming and moaning against your cunt while he finger fucked you harder. It all hit you at once. You started squirting. He sat up and pumped his fingers deeper as your juices squirted out of your pussy.  

“Go on boys, clean up.” Jisung, Jeongin, and Seungmin all started slurping and licking at your cum. Chan slowed down and kept massaging your g spot firmly as the last of your juices leaked from you. You were almost back to earth when Hyunjin came over.  

“Big deal I can make her do that too.” Chan took over holding your legs and spread you open. Hyunjin slapped your pussy hard then started finger fucking you with his long slender fingers.  

“You didn’t squirt on Bin or Felix at all. Come on now fucking squirt for me beautiful.” He slapped your clit over and over, while he fucked his fingers into you deeper and deeper. You screamed Hyunjin’s name as you started coming again squirt even harder than the last time. Felix and Changbin were ready leaning down so you could spray your cum directly in their face, tongues out drinking everything you gave them, your slick dripping down their chins. Hyunjin massaged your sensitive pussy and gave it another slap for good measure making you jump and more of your juices flow from you.  

“So messy baby, gonna have to clean you up again.” You nodded.  

Without being told, Felix, Jisung and Jeongin all came to your side. You suddenly had three tongues licking your cum from your legs and cunt. It felt amazing. It was soft and tender and exactly what you needed after the last two orgasms you had.  

“Good boys, you cleaned me up so well and I didn’t even have to ask. Think you deserve to cum now? Hmm? Come on then tell me where you want to blow.” They all said mouth in unison as they jerked off by you. 

“Okay boys, mouth.” You opened up as they all circled your head stroking their cocks and panting over you. Felix moaned and came first it hit your nose and lips and then he made your mouth. Seeing Felix cum streak across your face made Jisung jerk and cum, unloading in your mouth entirely. You held your mouth open waiting for Jeongin to blow. Your hand came up and you pressed your fingers against his perinium. He choked out a moan and came unexpectedly. 

“FUCK!” He started coming uncontrolably at first but quickly rebounded and managed to get most of his cum in your mouth. You showed them their three big loads in your mouth and you were about to swallow when Hyunjin grabbed your throat stopping you. 

“Aht aht you gargle all that cum before you swallow like a good girl. Appreciate what your good boys gave you.” He let go of your throat and you gargled the mouth full of cum until it bubbled up over your lips. Hyunjn pushed your mouth closed. 

“Now you can swallow.” You swallowed the three loads of cum in two big gulps and hummed in satisfaction licking at your lips. 

“What do you say beautiful, I shouldn’t have to remind you of your manners.” Hyunjin was getting short with you. You looked at the boys. 

“T-thank you.” They all nodded. 

“You’re welcome noona.” Jeongin said shyly. 

“You ready for more cock kitten?” Minho went to line up with your pussy and you nodded. Just as he was about to push the tip in Hyunjin stopped him. 

“No no no wait that’s it. Not even a please gorgeous?! This won’t do. Someone bend her over I’m getting my paddle.” You clenched and secretly hoped he grabbed the vibrator too. Changbin flipped and lifted you like a rag doll and bent you over his lap. When Hyunjin walked back in with the paddle and, as you had hoped, the vibrator you couldn’t help the little smile on your face. Hyunjin was not pleased. 

“Oh you think this is funny?” You shook your head no but he’d seen the little smile. 

“No no you think this is funny. You seem to have already forgotten your last lesson.” A sizzling slap of the paddle came down on your ass and you moaned loudly. 

“Don’t make a peep or I’ll shove a cock in that mouth to shut you up.” You nodded and he landed another hard smack. Changbin could feel your juices dripping down his leg. 

“Fuck she’s gushing! Spank her again!” Minho grabbed the paddle. 

“Let me...” Oh fuck. He didn’t smack you as hard as Hyunjin but the placement. The paddle came into contact with your ass and your pussy, your arousal oozing from you, making a wet smack. You screamed out in pleasure. 

“FUCK!” Hyunjin wasn’t having it. 

“That’s it fill her mouth. She doesn’t know how to keep it down.” Chan walked over.  

“You heard him baby girl choke on it.” Minho landed another wet smack in the same spot and handed the paddle back to Hyunjin. 

“Suck it!” Hyunjin demanded and smacked you hard again. You swallowed Chan’s cock as he offered it to you. 

“There you go baby girl, now you focus choking on that while you get your punishment.” You looked up at him and hummed around his dick nodding your head as best you could. 

“Mmm there you go.” Slap and you choked on Chan’s cock more. He pet your head and you bobbed up and down his shaft again. You were preparing for the next smack when the vibrator was pressed against your cunt. You started to squirm and Changbin held you down. He leaned over to whisper in your ear. 

“Remember when I said pay back’s a bitch?” You looked back and Changbin quirked his eyebrow at you smirking. Then you saw Minho holding the vibrator to your pussy. Hyunjin landed one more good smack with the paddle while Minho pushed the vibrator harder against your clit. You almost spit out Chan’s cock to scream but he shoved you down on it instead cupping your jaw and fucking your throat. Gagging and drooling while you choked on Chan’s cock with the vibrator being rubbed against your pussy. You came with a strangled moan. Chan pulled you off his cock and leaned down looking at your fuck out face covered in your spit and his precum. He kissed your messy lips pillowy and soft and you were almost back to earth when Hyunjin grabbed the vibrator from Minho. 

“Nonono we’re not done.” He turned it on and up. 

“You know when this ends beautiful so get to choking on that cock or I’ll grab the paddle again.” You scrambled to get Chan’s dick in your mouth fast enough.  

“Fuuuck yes baby girl, you love sucking my cock don’t you.” You hummed loudly as you slurped on him. The vibrator was still pressed firmly against your clit and Changbin decided while he was a spanking chair he might as well keep his hands busy. He started to play with your ass. He spread your ass cheeks and spit directly on your hole and started rubbing it softly. He whispered to you again. 

“I should stick it in shouldn’t I? Teach you your lesson? You want my finger in your asshole?” You clenched but before you could answer Minho cut in. 

“Finger fuck her too Bin, she’s staying bent over with cock in her mouth until she squirts isn’t she?” He rubbed the vibrator hard against your clit and you choked a loud moan around Chan’s dick. You were bent over Changbin’s lap, one hand fucking into your cunt deep, the other fingering your asshole teasing you threatening to push it in. Chan’s cock was rubbing your tonsils as you continued to happily gag and choke on him and Hyunjin pressed and rubbed the wand vibrator against your clit. The other guys were all standing around watching in awe and jerking off. The panting and moaning coming from all of them made you ooze more. Changbin’s fingers pumping into your sopping wet hole made a lude wet sound. Hyunjin got down face level with your cunt. 

“When I say wreck her both of you fucking wreck her understand?” Chan grunted and Changbin nodded. They all worked you over and then Hyunjin said the words. 

“Wreck her!” Chan shoved your head down on his cock while thrusting hard and deep, your nose was buried in his pubic muscle. He reached under and pinched it closed making your gag on him more, drool pouring from your mouth down your chin, down his cock and balls, your hand came up and you cupped his balls pushing him further down your throat. As Chan was getting the best sloppiest blow job of his life Changbin had spit on your asshole again pushing against it firmly and finger fucked you hard hitting your g spot with precision. You knew what Hyunjin was after and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had it, he turned the vibrator up on high. There was a triggering effect. Chan’s cock twitched in the back of your throat as he plugged your nose. He came down your throat causing you to clench, making Changbin finger fuck you harder right as Hyunjin turned up the speed as he was on his knees in front of your cunt. You started squirting in Hyunjin’s face and Changbin just kept fingering you as your juices squirted all over your ass and his lap. Hyunjin buried his nose against your ass and shoved his tongue in your pussy hole lapping at the river of your cum leaking from you still. Hyunjin stood up and slapped your juicy cunt a couple more times for good measure making it gush again. 

“I think she’s learned her lesson.” Chan was still coming down, he’d let go of your nose but was still hugging your head down on his cock. He pulled you off and a little cum dribbled down your chin. He wiped it with his thumb and pushed it in your mouth, you hummed sucking on it. 

“Mmm yea I think you’re right.” Changbin stood up holding you up and then threw you on the bed. You crawled towards the middle and laid down on your belly, all of you panting, taking a moment to catch your breath. You sighed and licked your lips to speak. 

“Where’s my angel?” Felix scrambled to you quickly. I’m here I’m right here.” You smiled and hummed. 

“Good boy. Now angel. Do you still want to watch Channie take my virgin ass?” Chan just came but his dick instantly got hard hearing you ask Felix that. 

“Oh god yes please can I? Please?!” You closed your eyes smiling and nodded. You called for Chan, he came over and knelt by your legs rubbing your ass cheek. You looked back at Chan right into his eyes and they were black puddles of oil filled with lust.  

“Take my asshole Channie, Felix is dying to see you wreck me.” Chan’s mouth ran dry.  

“You sure baby girl?.” You nodded without hesitation. 

“I didn’t say anything because I was being punished, but Bin slipped the tip of his finger in my ass when you made me squirt.” Chan’s cock hung there hard and jumped hearing you say that. 

“Oh did he?” Chan narrowed his eyes at Changbin and he gave Chan a shit eating grin. 

“Well it’s my hole to fill now isn’t baby girl.” You nodded eager. 

“Yes Channie.” He hummed. 

“My hole to cum in?” You closed your eyes and nodded against the mattress. 

“Want you to stretch my asshole good, fill it with a big warm load.” Felix’s whole face was red his body buzzing with excitement.  

“You still wanna see Channie fuck my little virgin hole yea Lixie?” He nodded and squeezed his cock so hard it almost hurt.  

“GOD YES PLEASE!” He begged and you smiled  

“You heard him Channie. So please bend me over and fuck my ass?” Chan ran his hands over your body then lifted you up onto your hands and knees pushing your face down into the mattress, your ass sticking up in the air.  

“Can I take pictures?” Hyunjin asked suddenly and you nodded your head up and down again. Hyunjin dashed to grab his camera as Chan spread your ass cheeks and spit on your hole, watching you clench before tonguing and eating your asshole. You were moaning uncontrollably from the immense pleasure. Minho came to sit in front of you. He held his hard cock up for you.  

“While you got that pretty mouth open why don’t you suck on this.” You swallowed Minho’s cock as Chan ate your ass out. Felix was sweating, tugging his dick hard, trying not to blow already. Everyone else was kneeling, watching, jerking off again, patiently waiting until they got a turn with one of your holes. Chan reached over to his nightstand and grabbed lube. He applied a liberal amount to his fingers and then watched it drip down your ass. Chan was about to slide the first finger into your tight little hole when Jeongin let out a strangled moan about to cum.  

“Wait! Wait! Please!” Chan stopped and Jeongin knelt over your ass and came, his load dripping down your hole. Chan rubbed the spit, lube, and cum all around your hole gently before pushing one finger in slowly. Minho’s cock fell out of your mouth as you moaned and enjoyed this new sensation.  

“Good girl, nice and relaxed.” Minho slapped his cock against your lips reminding you what your mouth was supposed to be doing.  

“Mouth.” He said. You deep throated him and gagged and Chan could feel you clench around his finger.  

“Oh fuck baby girl I’m gonna cum in this cute little asshole so fast if you clench like that when I fuck you.” You hummed around Minho’s cock as Chan slid a second finger in your ass. You were about to moan, letting Minho’s dick fall out of your mouth again but before you could he held your head down and started thrusting up into your throat, you choked, drool and precum dripping down your chin and Minho’s cock and he fucked your throat raw.  

“I said to fucking keep that mouth busy baby!” Minho gripped your hair and pulled you off his cock, he started jacking off fast and hard right in front of your face.  

“I’m gonna paint this pretty face white baby, you wanna wear my cum on this cute little face don’t you?” Chan shoved a third finger in your ass and you couldn’t control the level of your voice.  

“YES FUCK CUM ON MY FACE YES!” You screamed. Minho stroked his cock faster until he twitched in his hand and started coating your face in stripes of his thick hot cum. He kept jerking off fast as more squirted across your lips and cheeks dripping down your chin. Chan was fingering your asshole open, spitting on it from time to time keeping you nice and wet.  

“I think you’re ready for my cock baby girl don’t you?” You nodded as Minho wiped his cum from your face with a rag.  

“Yes Channie! Show Felix how you take my ass! You watch angel and if you’re really good maybe I’ll let you eat Channie’s cum from my ass hmm?” Felix almost malfunctioned.  

“OH FUCK!” He was still jerking himself off resisting the urge to cum, wanting to see Chan’s cock squeeze into your tight asshole for the very first time, hear you scream his hyungs name while he ruins you. Chan motioned at Changbin.  

“Why don’t you get in front and stuff her mouth full so the neighbors don’t hear her screaming my name again, only so many excuses I can give.” Changbin laughed and took Minho’s place in front of you.  

“We both know how much you love choking on this big cock princess so suck me good while Channie wrecks that little hole mmkay?” You nodded fucked out and unsure how you were still going. Hyunjin came back with his camera just in time. Chan squirt lube all over his cock stroking it up and down and then squirt more on your asshole. He tossed the bottle and fisted his cock firmly. When he started to push the tip of his cock against your tight hole slowly sliding the tip in, the sensation was unreal.  

“CHANNIE!!” Hyunjin got close. Click click. Chan pushed in deeper and you immediately went to scream his name again. 

“CHANN-” Changbin quickly filled your mouth with his fat cock. Hyunjin went over to get pictures of you choking on his cock. Click Click. 

“Nhnh... Suck on that princess and let Chan get you stretched out good. You like his dick in your ass don’t you sweet thing.” You hummed in satisfaction loudly around Changbin’s dick and he moaned.  

“Fuck Chan more she’s gonna make me blow so fast.” Chan pushed in deeper still and you let out another strong moan as you deep throated Changbin. Chan spit on his cock and pushed it in deeper until his balls were pressed against your creamy cunt. You couldn’t help it, Changbin’s cock fell from your mouth.  

“God FUCK CHANNIE YES! Fill my ass FUCK!” You heard a choked moan come from Felix and looked over just in time to see him cum all over himself, his load streaking across his abs dripping down hand, his cock and balls as he squeezed every bit of cum out.  

“Bin make room for my sweet angel Felix he’s gone and made a mess of himself and I promised to clean him up.” Changbin smoothed your hair back and nodded, moving, giving Felix room to lay in front of you. You started to lick the cum from Felix’s abs and Chan slowly pulled out and pushed back into your ass again, slow but deep and you moaned against Felix’s abs.  

“Does it feel good?” Felix asked his cock twitching as you continued to clean him with your tongue. Chan pulled out and pushed back in a little faster this time snapping his hips against your ass. 

 “YES! FUck yes Lixie Channie’s cock feel’s so good in my ass.” Felix’s cock twitched more. Chan hummed and gripped your hips a little harder before pulling out and thrusting back in. You went ravenous and Hyunin was ready with his camera. You started slurping and licking, click click, you devoured every drop of Felix’s cum, click click, you wanted more and started sucking his cock hard. Click click click click.  

“Look at her fuck so sexy! Eat that cock while I stretch out this asshole baby girl.” Hyunjin got right down in your face with the camera as you choked on Felix. Click click. 

“Gotta make sure to get that pretty face, so when I jack off to these I can still cum on it.” Chan pulled out and spit into your gaping hole.” Hyunjin got close again, click click. Chan stuffed his cock back in whole. You screamed in pleasure and had to stop blowing Felix and resolved to sucking and licking his balls as you jerked him off hard, he loved when you squeezed his cock hard. You licked Felix’s balls and your tongue traveled lower. You started sucking on the soft skin just below his balls and he started coming again. On himself, on your face. Chan had set a good pace fucking into your ass and reached around to play with your dripping cunt.  

“She’s so fucking wet. Someone has got to fuck her cunt don’t let all that juice go to waste.” Chan wrapped his arms around your body and lifted you up, his firm chest pressed against your back, his cock buried so deep in your ass. Hyunjin tossed his camera for a bit and crawled into place underneath. Chan laid you back down on top of him.  

“You want my cock in your sweet little cunt my goddess?” You nodded finding it difficult to form words anymore. Chan stopped thrusting into your ass long enough for Hyunjin to line his cock up with your slick pussy and push in. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you were filled more than you had ever been in your life. When Hyunjin’s cock was deep inside you Chan gave your asshole a hard thrust and you could feel his dick rub against Hyunjin’s inside you. A guttural moan game out of you. Chan went wild and started fucking your ass hard, pounding into you fast, relentless, while Hyunjin held you down on his cock and tried not to cum feeling you squeeze him tighter and tighter as Chan destroyed your asshole. One of Hyunjin’s hands came up and wrapped around your throat squeezing.  

“Fuck her ass harder Channie hyung I don’t think she’s had enough of your cock yet, have you pretty little thing?” You shook your head wildly. He let up off your throat enough to answer.  

“Yes! Harder! Channie fuck my ass harder!” Chan pushed himself up into a plank position and started ramming into you as fast and hard as he could, if Hyunjin wasn’t holding you down on his cock Chan’s thrusts would be sending you further and further up the bed, instead you were held in place while your asshole got wrecked and your cunt stuffed full of cock. Hyunjin started choking you with both hands and you started coming. Hyunjin let up off your throat a bit as your creamy pussy dripped down his dick then grabbed your throat tight again, squeezing just enough to make you a little light headed. When your eyes rolled back Hyunjin let go and came hard inside you, Chan stopped moving so Hyunjin could pump all of his cum into you.  

“That sweet little cunt is gonna be so full of cum by the end of tonight pretty. He pulled you down and kissed you with those pillowly lips and Chan pulled out, your ass feeling so empty you whined into Hyunjin’s kiss.  

“Oh now don’t be that way baby girl” Chan laid back on the bed and patted his thighs.  

“Climb on.” You slowly got up and crawled onto Chan’s lap, you straddled his strong thighs. He lined his cock up with your asshole pushing the tip in again and making you sit on it taking it all. You were full again and you were surprised how much you loved the feeling of a Chan’s cock so deep in your ass. Chan spanked your ass cheek and you clenched.  

“Go on baby girl, stuff your ass with my cock if you want it so bad. Told you you’d love it. You do don’t you baby girl?” You nodded as you held onto Chan’s broad shoulders and started bouncing up and down on his dick, his hands spread your ass apart so you could take it all easier.  

“Fuck such a good girl yes fucking ride it!” You continued stuffing Chan’s cock up your ass and Jisung came over standing in front of your face. You looked up at him as you still bounced on Chan’s cock.  

“What do you want Sungie? Hmm? Wanna fuck my face don’t you baby?” He smiled and shook his head. 

“Well go on then, choke me with that pretty cock of yours.” Jisung held onto your head and pushed his cock into your mouth deep, immedietly fucking your throat. Your drool and spit running down your chin and tits as the squelching from his cock abusing the back of your throat got louder. Chan rubbed your drool all over your nipples, pinching them hard as you continued to grind his cock deeper into your ass. Jisung pushed your head down until your nose was buried in his pubic muscle, his cock twitched and flooded your mouth with warm salty cum. He whimpered as you swallowed while he still came. When he let go of your head you popped off breathless a string of drool and cum trailing from his cock to your mouth. Jisung tilted your head up and kissed you tasting the remnants of his cum still on your tongue. Changbin came over stroking his huge cock. He pet you and pushed sweaty hair out of your face.  

“Think you can take me and Chan princess? Your eyes got wide as you watched Changbin slowly stroke his thick dick in front of your face. “I... I’ll try to Binnie.” Changbin and Chan both cooed at you. Changbin leaned down and kissed you.  

“I know you will princess. Why don’t you spin around and get on Chan reverse cowgirl hmm?” You leaned forward and let Chan’s cock slide out of your ass and slap against his ridiculously toned abs. You turned straddling his legs the other way and Chan held his dick up as you sat down on it again and leaned back, bracing yourself on Chan’s firm torso. Hyunjin quickly grabbed his camera again snapping a few as Changbin knelt in front of you between Chan’s legs and started to push his thick cock into your wet swollen cunt, Hyunjin’s cum leaking from you, making it easier for you to take him. Click click. Chan rubbed your back and sides bracing your hips and Changbin held your waist as he pushed fully inside you. Changbin pulled out and pushed back into your swollen pussy harder and you screamed again. 

“YES! CHANGBIN FUCK! SO FUCKING BIG BINNIE!” He leaned forward fisted your hair hard and pulled you forward, bringing your faces closer, pushing you further down on both of their cocks. 

“We’ve been gagging you all night princess. Now... I want to hear you scream.” Chan held your hips down tight. Changbin spit on his cock and started thrusting fast and hard. You had to keep your hands busy. You pulled your hair, your nipples, you slapped your clit anything as you completely lost your mind on both of their cocks. 

“FUCKFUCKFUCK YESYESYES CHANNIE BINNIE FILL ME FUCKFUCK!” Changbin smiled pleased. 

“That’s it princess let them know who’s fucking you good scream it louder baby!” He fucked you harder. 

“CHANNIE... BIN... FUCK ME... FUCK ME SO GOOD!” You slapped your clit again as Changbin’s huge cock stretched you, hitting your g spot hard and you started to squirt again. You leaned back bracing yourself on Chan again as you sprayed your cum all over Changbin. 

“OOOHHHHFUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!! FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!” Changbin didn’t slow down he kept going chasing his next high. 

“FUCKING GORGEOUS GODDESS! CUM ALL OVER ME! MAKE ME BLOW BABY MAKE ME FUCKING BLOW!” Changbin started rubbing your clit hard as he fucked your juices out of you and then came deep in your cunt. He buried his huge cock balls deep into you as you felt him twitch and fill you up. 

“Good girl... good girl... take that cum baby, hold onto it cause Chan is gonna fill that asshole and then you’re gonna bend over and squeeze that cum out princess.” You nodded. Changbin pulled out and you clenched trying to hold his cum. You squeezed Chan’s cock and he let out a choked moan. He pushed you forward face down on the bed, braced himself on your hips smashing your body flat into the mattress and started to rail you in the ass hard. 

“YOU LOVE IT DON’T YOU BABY GIRL! SCREAM IT! TELL ME!” Chan smacked your ass cheek and pumped into you unforgivingly. 

“LOVE... IT... CHANNIE... LOVE...Y-YOUR... COCK...” 

“Where do you love it baby girl speak up!” He spanked you harder and you screamed. 

“MY ASS FUCK MY ASS I LOVE CHANNIE’S COCK STUFFING MY ASSHOLE SO FULL! NEED HIS CUM INSIDE!” You came and your asshole squeezed Chan’s cock so hard he couldn’t stop and started to cum. 

“FUCK BABY GIRL GOD SO FUCKING TIGHT! I’M COMING!” Chan thrusted deep into you as you took his warm cum, filling your ass for the first time ever. He pulled out and you laid there sweaty, covered in cum, yours, theirs. You laid there with your legs spread utterly fucked out of your mind. Click click click. 

“Lift your ass up, let me see that cum dripping from your holes.” Hyunjin told you but you couldn’t move, you needed a minute to take a breath or ten. Chan grabbed your hips and pulled you up on your knees, your chest and face still buried in the mattress, your swollen, wrecked, ass and cunt on display. 

“There you go.” Chan spread your ass and pussy lips. 

“Squeeze baby girl.” You did as you were told and cum started oozing from both your holes.” Click click click click click. Something clicked for Hyunjin other than his camera, it went to the way side again. His cock was so hard it hurt. He stood over your perched up ass on the bed and pushed Chan’s cum back into your asshole with his cock. All you could do was lay there face down ass up and moan into the mattress. 

“My goddess loves being fucked like a whore, don’t you baby?” You nodded against the bed and Hyunjin started fucking your ass fast, pushing in deep, shoving your face into the mattress more each time. 

“Fuck FUCK! I’m gonna come baby gonna fill that tight ass with more cum... would you like that hmm?” You eagerly nodded. 

“Spread that ass for me then gorgeous.” You reached back and grabbed both ass cheeks spreading them making it easier for Hyunjin to go deeper.  

“Here I cum baby...” Hyunjin’s hips jerked and he started to cum deep in your ass. He pulled out and stroked his cock as more cum shot into your gaping ass hole that you held open for him.  

“That’s it FUCKFUCK!” He squeezed his cock hard getting every last drop of his load in your ass and then stuffed his cock in again, there was a wet squelch of cum and then Hyunjin pulled out. You fell flat on the mattress again. Surly they were done. Surly there was no cum left in any of these eight men. You managed to open your eyes and what you saw was eight beautiful men standing around you stroking their hard cocks. Minho walked over to your sweaty, sticky, limp body and lifted your head by your hair. 

“You can take one more from all of us yea?” You tried to form words. 

“Y-y-ye-ye...s” Minho pulled your hair a little tighter and shook your head for you then let go and you let your face fall against the mattress again. Someone grabbed your ankles and someone else your arms and flipped you over on to your back. Your legs were spread and someone was between them. You looked down and saw Jeongin lining up with your tender cunt. 

“I can fuck you noona?” He still asked, cute. You nodded and looked up to see Seungmin kneeling over you. He leaned down over your chest grabbing your tits and spitting on them smearing it before he pushed your breasts together around his cock started fucking your tits as hard. Jeongin pushed into you and started to fuck your pussy hard flat out, like you liked, he knew. You laid there and let them use your exhausted body and it honestly felt so fucking good that you really didn’t care anymore if someone thought that it made you a slut. Their grunting and moaning got louder as both their orgasms crept up on them.  

“Paint her with me Innie.” Your laid there as both used your hole and tits to chase their orgasms. You heard Jeongin choke out a moan, he pulled out and jerked his cock over you spraying his warm cum all over your pussy and tummy, thick ropes of cum shooting out and pooling in your belly button his biggest load of the night. Seungmin leaned into you more and fucked your tits faster until his cum shot across your tummy. He grabbed his cock and kept stroking, stripes of cum coating your tits and chest pooling in the dip in your neck warm and soothing, he slapped his cock against your face and twitched from overstimulation.  

The other six were all kneeling around you jerking off, all you heard was wet fapping, panting, and the sexiest moans ever as these six men looked at your naked fucked out body and tugged their cocks to cum on you. Hyunjin crawled over and stroked his cock coming on your tits as you moaned at the feeling of being covered in more hot cum. Changbin was next hovering over you pulling on his huge cock he moaned aiming for your face, streaks of cum landing on your lips and cheeks, across your nose and eyes, you moaned again and started lazily licking at your face. He smeared his cum all over it as Minho came over next and aimed at your face too, just in time for his huge load to shoot across your lips making sure he painted your face entirely with his cum. You started scooping it off your face and pushing it into your mouth sucking on all four of your fingers and enjoying their mingled tastes. Jisung got between your legs and started to rub his cock through your pussy lips and came all over your cunt, shooting across your belly more and dripping dowon your ass. Chan came crawling over in between your legs next focusing on stroking the head of his cock hard and tugging his balls before pressing the tip into your cunt. He started coming jacking off into your hole and then shoved his cock in deep pushing his load into your tight cunt. He pulled out still stroking himself, finishing across your swollen cunt, his giant load dripping off and out of your pussy. All of the guys sat back and looked at you fucked out covered in sweat and so much cum. Felix was the only one that still hadn’t cum on you. You looked over at him sweetly completely covered in cum. “Does my Angel want a special treat?” He nodded up and down with hopeful eyes.  

“Channie hold my legs back please.” Chan crawled over and grabbed the back of your knees and pulled your legs back far, your asshole now in front of Felix as he jerked off.  

“Go on Lixie fuck my ass and cum for me sweet angel.” Felix scrambled over and quickly pushed his cock into your ass.  

“Good boy now fuck it good and fill it for me Lixie” You weren’t sure what came over Felix but he went absolutely wild and started fucking your asshole deep and hard, Chan pushing your legs back further for him.  

“There you go Lix fucking wreck that asshole let her know you were there.” Chan coached Felix on. When Felix’s orgasm was approaching Chan held your legs back further to keep your asshole gaping while Felix pulled out stroking his cock and squirt the last load into your wide open asshole. He squeezed and jerked and squirt the rest of his cum on your cunt and watched it drip down. When Felix rubbed the last drop of his cum out he stuffed his cock inside your ass and fucked his cum in deeper. Felix pulled out and Chan let go of your legs. You fell flat on the bed again surrounded by eight beautiful, fucked out, breathless men. You had cum on your face, your tits, leaking from your cunt, your ass, the taste of their mingled seed lingering in your mouth and you had never been so satisfied in your entire life. Click click click click click click click. You all laid there in silence coming back to earth for a minute then Minho took a deep breath and let it out. 

“So twister next game night?” 

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🎬 NSFW WARNING ❜︎ smut drabble with kim seungmin (skz). neutral dom reader x sub seungmin. kinks & acts included — handjob, overstimulation, praise. full oneshot to be posted.

His eyes flutter open again, a strained gasp leaving sloppy, parted lips when your grip on him tightens. Speeds up, instead of slowing to allow his body a chance of working through the relief. He doesn’t get to come down from that euphoric high — no opportunity to collect himself, regain the composure he’s so fond of shutting the world out with. You don’t let him, gaze zeroed in on jolted tears, and trembling hands knotting themselves in the sheets.

From a glance at his trembling mouth, you can tell he wants to say something. You hear that telltale hitch in his breath a few times, broken up by desperate panting and the wet slide of your hand on his cock (flushed, still hard despite cumming just moments earlier); but hardly anything coherent makes it out between soft whimpers and quiet huffs.

“Anything, right Seungminnie?”

“Can’t, c-can’t — I’m,” A stuttered whine, after another rough stroke makes his back arch and feet push against the mattress. You squeeze the hip your other hand has kept settled on, a muted reminder, eyes sharp as you watch another tear track a new path down his cheek. More are ready to overflow, a dam on the cusp of shattering.

“Sound so pretty for me, baby.” Your pace on his cock quickens, earning a choked whimper as you swipe your thumb over the slit. He’s unraveling, almost broken down to that soft, mindless headspace riding the waves of euphoria — no thoughts, no worries. A quiet serenity, of warmth and pleasure.

“One more. Can you do that, sweetheart? Be good, just give me one more.”

♡ You Tell Stray Kids You Hate Your Stretch Marks... ♡

♡ This is a request from another anon that I'm excited as always to write! ♡

Pairing: ot8!boyfriend!skz x plus size!fem!reader

Genre: sorta fluffy, sorta smutty

Warnings: i love to cuss my ass off, mentions of fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, jeongin being a lil bitey

♡ Bang Chan ♡

Pulls you down onto his lap when you try to flee the scene after saying it because you aren't getting away that easily

Asks you more about your feelings and listens patiently while you answer

Waits until you're done to tell you how painfully untrue your negative thoughts are

Thinks your stretch marks are beautiful and slips your dress up to kiss every single one of them, tongue and all

Gets so caught up in how hot it is tasting you on his tongue that he's too horny function and ends up fucking you in his lap

♡ Lee Know ♡

Thinks you're super smart but can't believe you'd say something so stupid right now

Catches you off guard by throwing you over his knee and spanking you for talking about his girlfriend like that

Makes you promise never to speak of yourself that way again

Spanks you playfully at first but gets more sensual, massaging your soft ass

Fingers you in this position until you're coming, dripping down his fingers, too out of it to even think about your insecurities

♡ Jisung ♡

Follows you around the apartment for the rest of the night telling you how pretty you are

Begs you to put on the cute little tube top and shorts he thinks you look so good in

Can't keep his hands and lips off of you once you do. Even when you're busy cooking dinner

Wraps his arms around you, playing with that adorably squishy part of your belly

Pulls your shorts to the side to fuck you from behind, leaving the food to basically cook itself

♡ Binnie ♡

Shows you all of the pictures he has of you in his phone to make sure you're talking about the right person

Drags you to the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror

Proceeds to list his favorite parts of you (all of them) while caressing your curves

Lifts you onto the sink to give you a kiss only to get carried away, ripping your clothes off to grab every part of you that he can

Makes you come on every possible surface he can lift your cute ass onto in the bathroom

♡ Seungmin ♡

Pretends he didn't hear you the first time so that you have to repeat yourself

Talks over you when you do, telling you that you're wrong only to apologize and do it again

Convinces you to come on a late-night ride with him to get ice cream to cheer you up

Nearly crashes the car getting distracted by kissing you

Eats you out in the backseat of his car but wants you to keep trying to eat your ice cream because he's a menace

♡ Hyunjin ♡

Asks you to go into more detail about your feelings but only if you want to

Disappears into his art room and comes out a few minutes later with an arm full of paint bottles

Gets you to agree to let him paint you to show you how beautiful you are

Doesn't let you know until he's all set up that he grabbed body paint. The canvas is your body and he is the brush

Couldn't give a shit if the paint is edible or not. He plans to fill you up and lick everything that comes out

♡ Felix ♡

He’s sincerely concerned that someone he loves so much feels this way about herself

Immediately wants to know if there’s anything he can do to make sure you know that you’re beautiful all of the time 

Runs you a bubble bath with candles around it and hops in with you to take your mind off of things

Cancels his plans for tomorrow so that he can stay up late tonight cuddling you in bed watching a movie

Doesn't watch it because he’s more interested in folding you up like a pretzel to let you feel how deep his admiration (and, honestly, his dick) can go

♡ I.N ♡

Honestly doesn’t get how you can’t see how gorgeous you are. He finds your chubby body sexy and never thought twice about your stretch marks

He struggles a little bit to express his emotions but overcomes it to be there for you

Gives you a few seconds to sit there and sulk before he’s nibbling on your arm, whining for you to snap out of it

After you ignore him, he chooses violence, tickling you and nibbling on you until you’ve laughed so hard your stomach hurts

Once you’re exhausted and out of breath he seizes the opportunity to lick you all over while fingering your warm, wet slit

Starting from just a 'normal sleepover' turns into 'spicy night' as they get too comfortable while cuddling each other (Seungmin)

kim seungmin x fem!reader ...

minors do not interact

"your dick is hard." you spoke up , eyes on the movie in front of you. "well of course it is , you're wearing short that show half of your ass , and you've moving against me for an hour , i'd be worried if wasn't."

normally your weekly movie nights with your bestfriend never ended with cuddling , but you were just feeling a little needier than usual , so he cuddled into your body , watching the movie you picked. as the movie reach the point where it was getting boring , you began to get restless , moving around trying to get comfortable. "stop fucking moving , before i cum in my pants."

you smirked decided to test it out , moving your hips , he growled , gripping your hips. "i fucking warned you." he squeezed your ass , you yelped. "that fucking hurts." he shrugged , you felt him moving , pushing his pants down , free his cock. "stop whining."

he pulled your panties to the side , sliding his cock into your hole. "fuck you're so tight." he grunted , thrusting in and out of your hole. "you always get this wet for your bestfriend?" you wanted to smack the cockiness out of him. "just fuck me."

he lifted your leg up , fucking into you faster , the bed shaking. "fu-fuck seungmin , so good." you moaned. "fuck your cunt is so fuck wet , you're making such a mess." he moaned in your ear.

you shouldn't be doing this with him , your bestfriend , but it felt so right , your cunt felt heavenly around his cock , like you were made for him. "fuck im gonna cum inside you if you keep clenching around me." that made you clench harder. "minnie , im gonna cum."

he reached around , lifting your shirt up , toying and pinching your nipples. "fu-fuck , go a head and cum , so i can fill you up." he moaned , fucking into you harder. "fuck , cum now!"

you've never came as hard with another guy , than you did with your bestfriend. "shit , shit im gonna fucking cum inside your cunt." he cursed , band snapping in his stomach , cum shooting from his cock into your cunt. "oh fuck."

both of you sat there , out of breath and sweaty , the movie still playing "fuck did we just make a mistake." you began to worry that you just ruined your friendship.

"you're quite literally warming my cock right now , and if i planned on just fucking you , i wouldn't still be here watching this terrible movie." you let out tsk , rolling your eyes. "i was just asking." he kissed your shoulders softly.

"i'll take you out on a date tomorrow."

©️LUVYENI

How do you think the members would react if you asked them to sit on their face?👀

Masterlist

chan is a full bodied pleaser and would die inside if his s/o asked him if they could sit on his face. it's like a treat! he'd be super gentle at first and not rush you, but once he's into it, man get into it. I'm talking hands hooked over your thighs to keep you in place, roaming occasionally up your back to feel how heavy you're breathing, tugging you down tighter so that he has almost no breathing room. he wouldn't be able to contain his own moans and hips would be rutting into the air cus the sound of you feeling so good would have him heaving into a dry orgasm at the way you call his name. "god, you taste so fucking good. ah fuck, oh you're so tight, does my tongue feel good, baby?"

minho loves it in secret. he'll never admit that he likes when you ask for what you want, so used to just providing what he thinks is best. so when you ask if you can do all the work and he's just there to be used, his dick gets hard instantly. he'd make a fuss out of it at first and tease you because he thinks it's cute when you're flustered. also enjoys making you work for him to comply, resulting in you finally bursting in annoyance that, "the one time I want something specific, you won't just take it lying down!"

"I'm already on my back, if you wanted to sit on my face so badly, all you had to do was take off your pants and sit."

changbin expects you to ask for the things you want because he loves to spoil you, sitting on his face is no different except that it's his favorite thing to do. spoiling you rotten extends to the bedroom, wherein he won't stop until you're begging for him to. you could be shaking, limply hanging onto the headboard and he'd still be chasing you every time you try to pull away because he knows you can take one more. "don't you wanna feel good, baby? don't I make you feel good? you sound so pretty, I could do this all day. I will do this all day, won't you let me?"

hyunjin has never actually tried it before, but is more than willing to learn. he's gone down on you, made you cum from his mouth alone more than you could count. but having him just lay there and be used, used by you, it's uncharted territory he's eager to explore. he feels how careful you are when you initially position yourself over him and actually pulls your full weight onto him. actually moans with his whole chest when he realizes his tongue can reach so much deeper this way. he enjoys it even more when you start fucking his face and comes to terms with the fact that he can never go back because this was so much more pleasurable. "we're doing this every day, oh my god, I love this- I seriously can't get enough- sit more, you won't break me."

jisung loves the humiliation of it all, mostly the way that you look at him. he likes the way you make him feel so small and helpless, just there to please you. you don't actually ask him if you could sit on his face but rather order him to get on his back and open his mouth. he definitely loves it more than you do, though, he can't even sit still and gets scared when you threaten to stop if he can't. you have to degrade him into place, which only makes his cock throb harder. sometimes, if he's really not behaving, his ankles get tied to the bed posts just to keep him in one position. "no, please! I'll be good, please sit on me! I'll make you feel so good, I promise you won't be disappointed! if you are... well, I'm already tied up."

felix may be a little messy, but is very enthusiastic. he gets excited whenever you ask to sit on his face because it means you wanna be close to him, at least that's how he sees it. likes it more when you're looking at him, enjoys the eye contact while he makes you feel good. and when you grab his hair to still his head and ride his face, oh he almost cums on the spot and groans loudly into you. his hips will kick up and his cock slapping against his belly is too cute not to resist reaching back and taking him in your hand to him to rut into. he's actually a master at mutual masturbation, so multitasking isn't an issue- but lets save that for another day. "pull my hair harder- harder! love being so close to you. will you touch me, too? wanna cum together, please cum with me?"

seungmin will also tease you into oblivion for asking to sit on his face, but eventually leans into it more than he realizes. at first, he'll be so, so smug with that shit-eating grin he has and literally says, "ooh, you want me so bad~" like yes!! you do!! when you do get him to lay down and let you sit on his face, he loses his goddamn mind. like actually doesn't know what to do with himself cus he feels suffocated in you. gets so overly enthusiastic that he doesn't realize you already came and will continue to pull you into his mouth until you yank his head back by the hair. after that, he'll ask for you to sit on his face at least twice a week. "won't you please, please? I need it so bad, need to taste you, need to make you feel good. you can pull my hair! you like doing that! please, I'm begging you."

jeongin is also new to face sitting and is taken aback when you ask if you can. like hyunjin, but has a much more limited range of knowledge with what to do. obviously knows how to give his s/o head, but has never ventured as far as to be suffocated while doing it. soon understands the appeal, though, when he's got you all for himself and can relax while also enjoying the way you taste, the way you squirm, the way you call his name as you cum in his mouth then rest all your weight onto his face during the comedown. he moreso enjoys the closeness of it all, likes being able to just reach up and play with your tits as you cup your hand over his, pull his hair and nudge your clit against his nose. it lets him hand over a bit of control while still maintaining his ego. "don't look at me like that, you know you love it. isn't it fun? you're so cute when you think you're all big and strong, baby. it's okay, enjoy yourself while you still can."

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KNEE SOCKS.

Seungmin x reader. (mild smut, f)

Synopsis: Seungmin found you sleeping on his bed with knee socks on that intrigues him. (2,1k words)

“It will be done in a few minutes!” Seungmin said, letting go of your hand before he swiveled his chair back behind the desk, working on the group project that needed immediate editing.

He went back and forth between his laptop and phone since the deadline was this afternoon.

We planned on going to the movies today since it has been a while that the two of you going on a proper date.

You came early to his place with cups of coffee in your hands and some bakery goods, thinking you could have a peaceful breakfast together before going out for the day, found him stressed over a phone call instead.

“It’s okay, take your time.” You told him, giving him a reassuring smile. You turned on your heels and left him to focus on his project.

Your attention shifted to the unmade bed in the next room, it’s very unusual of Seungmin, remembering that he is a neat person.

Seungmin must have woken up and gone straight working on his project, not having time to make the bed.

You walked toward the bed, started tidying up the sheet, puffed the pillows, and folded the bedding. Once you finished, you sat at the corner of the bed, sighing and feeling satisfied.

You looked through the window at the cold frosty morning, the sun shines but not enough to beat the cold away, the softness and warmth of the duvet inviting you to lie down and snug.

You refused to give in to the temptation, looking at the way you were dressed nicely in a fluffy sweater and a skirt with knee-high socks on, but the thought just died down the second you climbed onto the bed, feeling the comfort of the bed under you.

“I’m just going to lay down for a bit.” You reminded yourself before you lay down on the bed.

You could barely keep your eyes open as you felt the warmth and comfort of Seungmin’s bed and his scent that clung on every inch of the fabric.

Seungmin was surprised to find you sleeping on his bed, curling up sideways like a cat napping under the ray of sun.

With your hands folded under your head and eyes closed, he couldn’t find you any cuter than this. He walked over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed then carefully removing strands of hair that covered your face to take a better look at you.

Rubbing his thumb over your cheek in lazy circles, he did it tenderly as if you might crack if he tapped on it.

He ran his hand down your shoulder, dipping down your waist and stopping at the curve of your hip, “So beautiful!” he murmured, his voice low, almost like a whisper.

Shifting his body so he could take in all of you with his eyes, scanning you from head to toe, something flickered in him when he saw your black knee-high socks and the back of your thighs peeking out under your skirt.

He was torn between slipping his hand under your skirt or tear down your knee socks and just by the thought alone is enough to excite him.

It feels wrong to him if he does it while you’re sleeping, mostly because it would be less exciting not seeing your reaction when he pulls your knee socks down your legs.

He holds that thought away for later, taking a sharp intake of breath to calm him down, and consoled himself by rubbing your calf.

You almost kicked the air when you felt something touching your leg, afraid that it might be bugs but found out it was just your boyfriend. You scoffed at your ridiculous thought.

He beamed with smiles the second he saw your eyes fluttering open.

“Hey, baby!“ He said, placed his hand on the small of your back.

"I fell asleep,” you croaked, “you’re done with your deadline?” You asked, slowly sitting up with your hands propped against the mattress, facing him.

He nodded, “Yes, we are free to do anything now,” he said, scrunching his nose at you.

He knows better that it gives you butterfly whenever he does that, and you know well enough that he did it on purpose.

“Anything?” You asked, head tipped to the side.

He looked down at your lap, “You dressed nicely!” shot you a sweet smile but one corner of his mouth curled slightly upward than the other.

He planned something on his mind, you have no other option but try to guess what was it, his hidden intention.

Placing a hand on his chest, you said, “Of course, I want to look good for you!”

You steered your hand to his neck and held him there.

Seungmin traced his hand down your side, down to your thigh, looking down at your lap again, he asked, “You even wear a skirt for me?”

You are not a big skirt wearer but Seungmin likes it when you dress cutely, you know he didn’t mean that you have to wear a skirt but it’s worth trying, on top of that, you want to impress him.

“You like it?” You asked as he pinching at the hem of your skirt.

“Hmm…” he hummed, tugging and slipped a finger into the elastic band of your knee-high socks.

“I like this more,” he said, snapped his head at you, eyes looking straight at you.

Is that why you found him rubbing your legs when you woke up? Your mind started to catch up with his. He likes seeing you in those knee socks covering your legs, you rubbed your legs together to test how it’s going to affect him.

“Glad you like it! I thought I looked silly in this.” You said, pressing your thighs together to tease him a little bit more.

His breath hitched, you finally caught up with him.

You let out a low chuckle, taking a fistful of his shirt with your hand to bring his face close to yours and lean in for a kiss.

His lips felt warm on you, he cupped your jaws with both hands, trying to kiss you deeper the moment you opened your mouth for him.

You kept your mouth open for him as he slipped his tongue inside, tasting you. Next thing you know, he was pressing down on you, sending both of you collapsing onto the mattress.

He sucked on your lower lip before pulling away, “You taste so good!” he said it with such coy as if his kiss didn’t send your mind spiraling out of control.

Your stomach knotted inside, feeling tingling inside.

He nuzzled his head into your neck, cold air from his exhales brushed your skin as he breathing you in, sending shivers down your spine.

His hand rested on the flat of your stomach, “You smell so good too!” He whispered into your ears, low and sultry.

He drew his head back from you, moving his hand down south to the hem of your skirt and slipping underneath.

You gasped as you felt his fingers dancing on your thigh.

“Want to know something?” He asked, so casually as if his hand wasn’t under your skirt, kneading the back of your thigh.

“Yeah?”

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before giving you the answer.

“You look so beautiful when you sleep,” he said, added another peck on your flushed lips, “I almost couldn’t keep my hands off of you.”

He gave you a slippery kiss on the corner of your mouth, now that his hand palming your rear, finger teasing the edge of your underwear.

"And seeing you in this,” Eyeing down the knee socks, he continued,

“how can you be looking so innocent that makes me want to ruin you?”

You bit your lower lip, taking in everything he said to you, feeling even hotter and bothered as you processing what he said to you.

He kissed you down your neck, down to your clothed chest and stomach, he lingered there for a few seconds before lowered his lips on the skin just above the waistband of your skirt.

You looked at him with his head buried into your stomach with one hand under your skirt, palming the plump of your flesh.

He finally got up, sitting down beside you, and his hand that was still under your skirt moved to the front, tugging at the elastic band of your underwear.

He pulled it down in a painstakingly slow motion, lifted your hips to help him.

He whimpered the moment he saw the white lacey underwear wet with your arousal but that doesn’t stop him from pulling it down and off your legs. He let out a triumphant sigh now that the underwear have gone out of the way.

He pushed your skirt upward, revealing your exposed wetness for him, feeling his eyes bore onto your skin even before he touched you. His eyes widen, darken, licking his lips, he was practically salivating over you.

You could feel the blood rushing towards your core, the fact that you were fully clothed except for your drenched core made you felt hot and bothered.

Seungmin settled himself in between your legs, hovering over your sex, was thinking of so many things he could do to you and couldn’t decide what to do first, just like a kid at a candy shop.

He lowered his head, snaking his hand under your knees, began by kissing you on your pelvic bone.

You moaned from the feeling of his warm mouth on your skin so close to your tender mound. He then kissed the inside of your thigh, trailing kisses closer and closer to your needy hole, you could feel his ragged breath against your wetness.

He lowered his head, gave a long lick along your slit then looked up to see you cried out from his doing.

He continued licking the tender flesh, you felt his slick, hot tongue sliding in and out of you, his finger rubbing your bundle nerves at the same time, earning loud moans from you.

You looked at Seungmin’s head, sinking between your legs. You shoved your hand in his hair, threading his smooth strands.

Getting even more sensitive by even the slightest of stimulation, you bucked your hips when he sucking in your juice, you tried not to pull his hair too hard.

Your moans grew louder, it seemed to encourage him more as he added more pressure on your clit, his tongue collecting your essence as the sound of his slurping could be heard echoing throughout his bedroom.

“Seungmin,” you called him.

He hummed into you in response.

“I’m so close.” You said, your voice breaking, feeling something building up inside of you and going to burst out of you at any second.

He hummed into you, understood what you were trying to say him. He picking up the pace, fingers, and tongue moving in sync, and you could feel your high closing in.

Your toes curling, legs shaking, it’s suddenly all too much putting you closer and closer to the edge. You cried out as your head tipped to the back, your eyes tightly shut, seeing stars and you screamed out his name repeatedly like a prayer.

Seungmin gave a few licks before pulling away completely, watching your core gushing with fresh juices.

You loosen your grip on Seungmin’s hair, flustered that you might have accidentally pulled his hair too hard, he perked his head up, looking at you, smiling with his mouth and chin glistening wet with your cum.

He couldn’t be hotter than this, you thought, he just ate you up and now he’s softly smiling and looking at you with such loving, all the while his head still hovering between your legs.

“Come here!” You ordered, pulling him by his shoulder. He crawled over to you.

Without any hesitation, you pulled him into a kiss, tasting your own essence in his mouth. He lets you clean it for him as you gently sucking on and around his mouth. He grabbed your wrist as he broke the kiss.

“Aren’t we going to the movies?” He asked with such coy as if he didn’t just go down on you a few minutes ago.

You hummed, thinking of how are you going to focus on a movie when your head is filled with images of Seungmin buried between your legs?

You groaned into his mouth, shaking your head no.

“The movies can wait.” You told him as you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him close to your body.