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☾ ━━━ PAIRING: LEE MINHO X FEM READER FUCKING IN A SAUNA!
☾ ━━━ CONTENT: SMUT, CALLS YOU MY LOVE, NIPPLE PLAY/SUCKING..
☾ ━━━ 18+!! Unless you wanna be a bit risky.. :P
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It was the middle of summer, You and Minho have been married for a few months and were just chilling on the couch. Minho was on his phone, stroking your thighs with his fingers. You felt very bored and very sweaty from how hot it was outside and you wanted to do something.
Y/n: Hey Minho..?
Minho put his phone down and looked at you. Still stroking your thighs.
Minho: Yes darling?
Y/n: could.. could we go to the pool today? It’s super hot out and I think it would be nice..
Minho: The pool?…. Uh.. you know what.. sure. It sounds nice *He smiled*
I smiled back. And a few minutes later you got everything we needed for going to the pool. After about half and hour… you guys arrived!! You got a locker to put your stuff in, and then you changed. You walked out wearing a cute bikini. Minho couldn’t help but smile at you.
Minho: Wow.. you look really nice..
Y/n: oh.. thanks I guess?
Minho: And by nice.. I mean hot.. super hot..
You laughed and blushed a little bit. Accepting his compliment.
Y/n: you look hot with your shorts and bare chest..
Minho grinned and both went out to the pool together. And there was barely anyone there.
Y/n: Oh cool, barely anyone is here! More for us I guess!
Minho smiled, but he was so distracted by your body. The way you walked.. made everything on you.. slightly bounce.. He was starting to feel..a bit.. hard.. but he knocked it off and you both went in the water. After a bit, you guys chilled in the hot tub. And.. it was just you two.
Minho: I’m happy we came here today.. it’s been super fun..
I smiled and scooted closer.
Y/n: Really?! Well.. then maybe we can come here more often?
Minho: Of course we will..
Minho smiled and put his hand on your chin, and brought your face over, and he kissed you. Minho couldn’t help but tease your lips with his tongue.
Y/n: Minho..
Minho: yes.. my love..?
Y/n: D-Don’t do that… it’s.. making me want you more..
Minho grinned. He then looked around.
Minho: How about we go in the sauna? It’s gonna feel really good..
You made a confused look. But you nodded. Minho took your hand and you got out of the hot tub and went into the sauna. That’s when it was getting a little warmer. The longer we stayed, the more warmer it was getting.
Y/n: Fuck.. it’s hot in here huh..?
Minho: So fucking hot.. *and Minho smirked and moved closer.*
Y/n: Damn.. it’s.. really hot..
Minho: then.. what if I take your bikini off..
My eyes widened and my jaw dropped.
Y/n: Minho.. there’s people here!
Minho: there is basically no one and they aren’t IN here now are they. Come on y/n.. I’m dying to-..
Y/n: Dying to.. what..?
Minho smiled and got closer to your face.
Minho: I’m dying to fuck you in this sauna..
Your jaw dropped and Minho moved on top of you, playing around with the strings to your bikini. Minho kissed you hard and slipping his tongue in once at a while.
Minho: please.. I’m already so hard for you.. and I need you..
You looked down and you could see his little friend bulging out of his swim shorts.
Minho: He wants to be in you..
You sighed and kissed his lips again.
Y/n: But we obviously have no condoms.. what if I..
Minho: I dont care.. now please..
Y/n: If I hear anyone or anything.. we are stopping
Minho: Deal
Minho pulled down your bottoms and pulled down his too.
Minho: Oh fuck.. your already becoming wet for me darling.. *He said as he rubbed tiny circles on your bud.*
Y/n: Fuck you.. Minho..
Minho: mm.. now you’re getting the feeling.. okay. I won’t hold back anymore.. hold on
Minho positioned himself, and thrusted in..
Y/n: FUCK!
Minho: Oh.. so tight my love.. you might make me cum right now..
Minho rocked his hips back and forth. You pulled on his neck, bringing him closer and kissed his lips, as you felt his tongue explore your mouth. You always liked tongue kissing. It was that something special thing that made your relationship a lot better. Minho could see you glancing at the doors to the sauna a lot.*
Minho: hey.. don’t look there. Look at me.
*You looked in his eyes and blushed. From him and from how fucking hot it was in here.
Minho: Oh fuck.. it’s so tight.. mm.. ah..~ *He moaned*
You moaned again and pulled at his hair. Minho grinned and slipped his hand under your bikini top. And started to touch your already hard nipples.
Y/n: God Minho.. please.. go faster..
Minho smiled and picked up his pace. Thrusting deeper each time. You felt that knot in your stomach.
Y/n: c-cum… I’m.. gonna cum..!!
Minho: Yes.... cum on me..
I moaned again and released my cum on his dick.
Minho: Fuck y/n… now.. it’s my turn..
Y/n: n-no… please.. pull out..
Minho lifted his head from kissing and stared at you.
Minho: what… why..?
Y/n: Well.. I haven’t been taking the pill.. for a while.. and.. I might get pregnant if you continue.. so please..
Minho sighed.
Minho: but I really.. mmm.. need to.. please.. I don’t care if you do.. we are married after all my love..
You looked into his eyes and back at his dick, currently in your hole.
Y/n: Okay..
Minho smiled and picked up his pace. The two of you moaned and after a few minutes, he released and coated your walls with cum.
Y/n: Fuck!!! Ah..~ Minho.. gosh..
Minho smiled and put his head in your neck area. Kissing and sucking there for a bit. Then he decided to move his head to your bikini top. Every time he thrusted, your breasts would lightly bounce back and forth. He moved his hands and pulled one side down, exposing one of your breasts. He touched it and lightly squeezed it, before taking it and putting the nipple in his mouth and sucked.
Y/n: Damn it.. mm.. please..
Minho: please what…?
Y/n: we… we need to stop..
Minho took your breast out of his mouth and pouted.
Minho: But why.. I like this..
Y/n: Because.. it just feels wrong..
Minho pouted and put your nipple back in his mouth. Sucking.
Y/n: MINHO!
Minho: I wanna be your baby..
I gave him a glare and that made his mind finally get where I’m thinking.
Minho: Your right.. let’s continue at home!
You sighed and smiled. You pulled your bikini bottoms back up and so did Minho.
Minho: let’s hurry home so we can continue!
Y/n: You really are crazy.. *I laughed*
Minho: Crazy in love with fucking you.. *he winked*
You two, soon got up and as soon as you opened the door, an old man walked into the sauna.
Y/n: see.. told you..
Minho rolled his eyes and held your hand as you two left the sauna and you guys walked together to the exit. Minho was smiling a lot, exited to get home and do it all over again. Minho noticed you walking a bit funny.
Minho: you okay?!
Y/n: j-just sore..
Minho: I can’t wait to take you home and make you even more sore, making you scream.. and not be able to walk for days..
Y/n: MINHO!!
Minho: Hehe.. sorry *he grinned* now hurry up. Or I might have to fuck you in the car.
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The end ;)
Unless I should make a part two..?
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☾ ━━━ PAIRING: SEUNGMIN X FEM READER FUCKING IN A LIBRARY
☾ ━━━ CONTENT: SMUT, EATING HER OUT, FINGER PLAY, CHAIR SEX, CALLS YOU DARLING (I think that’s it)
☾ ━━━ 18+!! Unless you wanna be a bit risky..
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Seungmin is not one to sit there and look at books. Or papers. Seungmin doesn't like to study, he's not had much experience with it in the first place. Thursday afternoon, sitting at the library desks trying to study, thinks about how dumb he really is. he reads his textbook and… God, he is fucking stupid, since he did not pay attention in biology class, nor is he even sure they teach that in biology class and there is nothing that Seungmin hates more than being called stupid. Then his thoughts came to you. He’d see you stare at him in class and in the hallways a lot, and Seungmin interprets your stares. But he doesn’t really know how he feels about you. Seungmin generally likes you, even though you are a bit scary, he has to admit, or maybe that's the appeal. So Seungmin just has to sit back and relax and simply take it because, apparently, that's what he gets for not studying his entire life.
A loud smack of books wakes Seungmin from his peaceful afternoon nap - one that he has really earned this time around, he managed to look through his study notes for a full 20 minutes during his lunch break! Disoriented, Seungmin raises his head to make out his location and what year he is in. Slowly, Seungmin recognizes you, in the book isle.. checking out some books. He knew you always liked reading. He slowly gets up, a quick glance in the isle. Seungmin furrows his brows and shakes his head. Why would he even go up to you? Pfft. What a dummy. But Seungmin froze when he heard you call his name. He turned around and saw you with your arms crossed and staring right at him. A few seconds pass until Seungmin finally realizes that he hasn’t said anything yet, and his mouth forms an 'o'-shape. Thinking of what to say. “Oh sorry. I was just STARING AT YOU” like.. no…
“Sorry," he says and sheepishly scratches the back of his head, then steps aside.
"It's fine, really" you stare at him before walking deeper into the isle of books.
"May I follow you?" Seungmin asked.
You nod and he manages to follow you into the isle, deeper and deeper where no one else was. You sit at an empty table and take out a few books from your backpack and some of the ones you just found. You glance at him and see Seungmin in a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You see he’s dressed quite messy. As mentioned, he is generally unable to properly focus on his studies, but today, it's exceptionally bad. Because normally he’s always dressed so well. Of course, you'd notice.
"Seungmin, are you okay?" There's worry in your eyes – a sight Seungmin has not seen. Ever.
"What..?” He said confused.
You rolled your eyes. “You’re dressed like a mess..” you reply.
Then he lets out a sigh. “I'm fine, just tired," he mumbles, eyes unfocusing as he stares ahead.
"Yeah, you are? Why?"
Seungmin’s tired mind cannot question why you suddenly seem so interested in his well-being. He also doesn't put any meaning into why you're scooting closer to him, your forearm accidentally touching his.
"I studied during my lunch break," Seungmin informs you, a little, proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Something tingles inside his chest as you carefully place your hand on his arm.
“Well you should continue. I heard your grades are dropping.”
Seungmin sighed and got up to grab his stuff. He came back and placed it down and sat beside you. As he looks over at you, you smile at him, and he notices your gaze flickering down to his lips for a second. Seungmin’s mind suddenly snaps out of its hazy state and works on overdrive. He might be the type to vibe, the type to just let things play out, but he'd be damned if he didn't notice when someone likes him like that. A few moments pass, and you sit back, then pat your hand against your book to remind him to continue to study. Seungmin groans, admittedly a little dramatically and unreasonably erotic, brushing a hand through his hair to flex his biceps right in front of your face. You seem unimpressed.
"Well, fuck me," he chuckles deeply, the rasp in his voice more evident than usual due to his nap. It's then when you tense, he notices from the corner of his eye. Oh. Okay. So it's the voice? "I'm really glad you let me be here with you.." He purrs, throwing in a little praise to get you extra bothered, and you simply breathe out nervously.
"Heh, no worries," you brush him off. Seungmin decides that, for now, he's made you suffer enough and keeps quiet. Instead, he focusses on his studies, although he's already planning his next step to terrorize you.
"Seungmin, focus-"
"No, I get what I have to do, the contents just won't stay in my head." Seungmin reasons, his voice unusually, but not by chance, He is not stupid. He does understand how this works. It's just that it doesn't make sense, and that is surely not his fault.
"Are you stup-" you start, but shut your mouth before you're even able to call him the dumbest fucker you've ever crossed paths with. Seungmin inhales sharply.
Oh, oh, you're lucky he is patient, and you're lucky he knows that as soon as he growled a few dirty words into your ear, you'd slam your upper body on this table, without regards of caution, pushing your panties down under your skirt and begging him to take you right there - or at least, that's what he imagines.
"God," he groans as deeply as he can, stretching his arms over his head, "I guess I'm just a little" - he throws in a little moany sigh - "a little distracted today.""A-are you?"
You nod, biting your lip subconsciously. Seungmin looks at you without moving his head.
"Why?"
"Well, just stuff, you know?" Seungmin enjoys how the rumble in his voice makes his throat and - obviously - you feel.
"There's just a lot, going on. Like big... big stuff. Stuff that just keeps coming and coming, in and out, just like that. Ugh, I wish I could just let all this frustration out you know, all this pent up stuff." He watches for your reaction.
Unmistakably, your hand holding your book in a relaxed manner mere seconds ago now desperately grasps the pages until your knuckles turn white, your breathing is uneven and loud. Seungmins favorite reaction to him ever: you're pressing your thighs together. Oh, how Seungmin loves himself a good reaction like this.
"Big stuff, huh?" Your voice trembles as your nervous eyes search for his. "H-how big?"
"Oh, really big. Just really fucking big," Seungmin confirms with a slight smirk.
He loves how you just fold easily like that. One second, you're over there feeling superior on your little throne of knowledge that Seungmin lacks, and the next, you're making a little mess in your panties just because Seungmin so much as spoke. Absolutely incredible. People should start calling him "the rizzler".
"I think-" you clear your throat, "I think I should go then..?"
Seungmin smiles to himself as soon as you turn away to pack your stuff into your backpack. His slender fingers toying with his pen, inevitably drawing your attention to the movements.
"Already?""Mhm."
You stare a second too long, gulp, then hastily stuff your belongings into the big compartment of the backpack, Seungmin listens to the sweet melody of stressed breathing and papers crunching. As amused as he is, he decides that it is time for the big reveal.
"Keep it in your pants, baby" he looks over, his eyebrow halfway raised, and stops rocking back and forth and fiddling with the pencil as you freeze in your tracks and stop packing.
"What?" Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. "So you know?" You manage to squeak.
Seungmin smugly pushes his tongue into his cheek. He loves how you're basically vibrating out of nervousness.
"Oh, I know."
You sigh, hands finally letting go of your stuff and motioning defeat. He wonders what's going on in your mind right now. Are you afraid he's going to call you out? That he's going to make fun of you? That he's going to call you a needy slut and send you home? Or are you wondering if he's going to give you what you want? Seungmin loves this game. That's why he decides to make your situation a little more miserable.
"I also know that you think I'm stupid," he explains calmly, trying his best to no longer show any excitement, smugness, or any emotion whatsoever on his sharp facial features to really confuse you.
Well, that's what you're getting for (almost) calling The Kim Seungmin stupid. Just a little payback, is all. He's not going to go so far and make you cry. No, no, Seungmin can't handle when people cry, much less so if it's because of him. Nevertheless, your breath hitches. Oh, you're fully aware that he didn't like you calling him that at all.
"I'm sorry-" you start, back facing Seungmin’s form, but Seungmin is not here for it. He has gotten what he wants. Seungmin feels as powerful as he imagines a lion to feel, like, every day.
"Dumb fucks good," he simply states, just putting it out there, throwing it into the room for you to do with that statement whatever you like. Seungmin’s mind is already satisfied, his ego stroked because he's just proven that he isn't dumb. Although... he wouldn't mind a little diddling because, if he's being honest, you're hot as fuck and seeing you react to him in this way- well, he's also just a man!
"What?" You probably think you must've terribly misheard him as you whip your head around to face the confident Seungmin smugly leaned back in his chair.
Your eyes meet his, and he is sure that you now realize that, no, you definitely did not mishear him. That was exactly what he said. In the blink of an eye, Seungmin feels your presence on his lap, a last final look into his eyes before he feels your lips against his, desperately chewing away the remaining air separating his spit from yours. It's messy, lips colliding, too much teeth and tongue, but it's all raw and desperate. Seungmin gets the vibes that you may have had some pent up want for him, but that's honestly the last clear thought he can muster before you grind your hips against his. A deep groan escapes Seungmin’s lips, inevitably echoing against your own quiet gasps that just turn louder with every movement of your hips, your hands frantically trying to touch him everywhere at once to the point where he has to grab your arms and pull you back. His hands go up your skirt, touching your panties. He can feel they are getting wet. He glides his fingers along it, Your eyes, wide. And confused, but somehow lidded and hazy at the same time struggle to take in Seungmin in front of you.
Yes, he is aware of the effect of his siren eyes. For another moment, he simply enjoys seeing how destroyed you look already, but honestly, there is just one thing on his mind.
"I'm gonna eat you out," he informs, waiting for you to nod frantically, whine and scramble off his lap for him to keep his promise.
And you do, allowing Seungmin to grab your waist with his large hands and lift you onto the table. Of course, he can't resist getting another taste of your lips, almost losing himself in the soft pillows that frame your pretty mouth, but the hardness creating a tent in his sweatpants reminds him that he should possible attend a little lower.
Hence, he kisses his way over your cheek towards your jaw, then over your neck and down your collarbones. Seungmin is not sure what your opinions on love bites are, so he just hopes you can remember him being right here and here and here even without visual proof, he can save that for next time. Okay, Seungmin admittedly was not able to hold himself back completely, his teeth only gently nipping at your skin on his way down. He simply hopes for the best, but your sounds seem to imply that you do not mind him one bit. Instead, you sound as if you wouldn't mind him taking a few bites more. Impatient as you are, you assist Seungmin in pushing your shirt out of the way, the straps of your bra automatically falling down your shoulders to reveal more of you to his hungry eyes. And as much as he would like to spend hours playing with your chest, he keeps it down to a minimum, kissing the soft flesh while gently pushing the remaining material out of the way for better access.
His lips wrap around a nipple, his hands meanwhile busy with massaging the other and carefully holding your waist. God, Seungmin loves boobs. But he might love the way your fingers comb through his hair and gently pull on it a bit more even. Finally, the time has come, and Seungmin kneels down on the floor. Pushing your skirt up, smirking at the wetness on it. His hands caressing your thighs, he creates eye contact with your eyes glazed over by lust and want. He wants to tease you more, make you wait, maybe make you beg even, but he just feels too hungry to keep waiting. His fingers hook into the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs as quickly as possible before spreading your legs and groaning in anticipation.
Okay, maybe Seungmin feels a little tingle, and maybe that is not a horny tingle, but that's something to worry about later, if ever. Right now, he has a mission: dive in. So that's what he does, He goes down on his knees, looking at your eyes, then your clit. You laid back on the table.. just waiting for it. Obviously, planting a careful kiss right on your clit to wait for your reaction. And you do not disappoint, gasping slightly at the first sensation before getting louder and bolder the more Seungmin tastes you. His tongue gently parts your folds, getting a first taste of your juices. You basically cry out as his tongue prods at your hole, carefully easing its way inside to caress your walls. Automatically, your hands fly to his hair, gently pulling at the roots to find a way to ground yourself, the feeling assumingely overwhelming, Seungmin thinks, not to brag, but-Seungmins eyes roll back at a particularly hard tug at his hair, paired with the way your hips grind closer until you're basically riding his face. Seungmin’s fingers grab hard at your thighs, loving the way the soft flesh feels in his hands. To experiment a little more and, first and foremost, to get more rewarding reactions out of you, he lets his mouth wander back up to your clit, gently sucking the nub between his lips, his tongue carefully flicking as not to overwhelm you.
At the same time, a fingers sneaks its way over to circle your entrance. Seungmin loves taking in the pleasure written all over your face. He might not admit it, but he loves this kind of praise much more than verbal praise because your body really can't lie. He can literally taste how good he is at this. He finally pushes his finger inside, loving how the wetness and muscle contractions are basically pulling him deeper and deeper until past his second knuckle.
“Shh.. darling.. people will hear us..” Seungmin whispered. Then he feels around a little, trying to find the spots that seem to appeal to you the most, watching carefully how you react to each and every flick of his wrist. Although, he feels that one finger is not enough to prepare you for the rest of him, so he adds another, massaging them into the spot that seems to be making you see stars with the way you grip his hair even tighter and mutter something he interprets as a warning that you're about to cum. Keeping his pace, he successfully sends you over the edge, letting you ride out your high on his tongue before removing his lips, only getting his fingers massage the last clenches out of you. Looking up he realizes you look, respectfully, wrecked, with your chest heaving, your hair a little messy and your eyes hazy and glossy, parted lips asking for his. And who is he to deny them, as he leans in to allow you to taste yourself. You seem to like it. Pulling back after a while, he looks at you. You look so happy and relaxed like he's never seen before. For some reason, it reminds him of the weight in his pants that he suddenly feels the need to inform you about.
"You make me so hard," Seungmin says lowly, carefully taking your hand to prove it to you, "feel." It's more your hand guiding his with how fast you reach down to feel him, eager to touch the outline of him through the sweatpants.
And as if you're getting paid to stroke Seungmin’s ego even more, you gasp at his size. Seungmin can't help but smirk, of course, who wouldn't?
"Big stuff, huh?" You repeat your words from earlier, but this time no longer nervous, but cheeky as you bite your lip playfully.
Oh, how Seungmin would love to make you choke on his dick right now, just a little, and in a loving matter, but he's honestly waited long enough and he really just needs to be in you right now. And besides, Seungmin is more in his giving,receiving era. Instead, he grins. And he feels like there is something more. Seungmin smiled and pulled you into a kiss, picking you up by the thighs and bringing you back down on his lap. He said on the chair again, kissing you passionately. Impatiently, you tug at his pants, successfully moving them a millimeter. Seungmin helps you push his pants further down until it pools around his ankles. You giggle. Damnit, Seungmin. Why are you so hot. Seungmin mentally scolds himself, a good amount of his previously earned smugness flying out the window. Instead, he gives you kind of a sheepish look.
"I don't mind," you assure, tugging at his boxers next, "it's actually relieving to be reminded that you're still the cute, dorky Seungmin and are not possessed by a sex demon."
“I don't fucking care. Just get these boxers off and have sex with me!"Seungmin does not need to be told twice, only a piece of fabric shielding his balls from the outside world.
"God, fuck," you let out, and Seungmin chuckles at your reaction to his naked lower half,
"come here. Please."
You scoot closer and Seungmin moaned. The feeling of your thighs and clit against his dick, And you start to beg him with your eyes. Seungmin wastes not another second, aligning himself with your hole and slowly pushing forwards, making you bounce up a little. Your eyes roll back as he enters you, causing you to hold onto him for dear life as he inches inside, filling you completely. His hands trail your skirt, pulling it upwards. Exposing your thighs and ass. And he softly squeezed it. God, must your walls hug him so perfectly? Must you be so unbelievably wet just for him? Must you make these sounds? Seungmin feels like he doesn't want to be inside anyone else ever again.
"I feel like I don't want to inside anything else ever again." How did that get out there? You chuckle, and have the nerve to pinch his cheek, as if he wasn't balls deep buried inside you right now.
"You're so cute." Cute?! Seungmin will show you cute. He grabs your jaw, admittedly still gently, and makes you look at him as he pulls almost all the way out until his tip catches at your entrance.
"Cute?" And he pushes in all the way all at once. You moan, the feeling too much, too intense for you to still keep your eyes open.
Helplessly, you cling to Seungmin’s body as he repeats the action 4 more times before setting a steady rhythm, angling his hips in a way that should stimulate the spot you liked so much earlier. With your mouth hanging open and your eyebrows scrunched, you look like the prettiest thing Seungmin’s ever seen. He wants to see you drool, watch you completely lose your mind over nothing else but his cock. At the same time, he is surprised how good it feels. Well, not surprised that it feels good, but that it feels abnormally good, like he's about to nut in the next minute or so. Hopefully, he's able to coax another high out of you before that.
"What was it that riled you up so much earlier? My voice?" He growls, and you as much as whimper in return.
"Yeah, like it that my voice is so seductive?" You nod pathetically. "Cute.""Seungmin- 's so good."
"Yeah, am I fucking you good?" Seungmin grins and you nod weakly, struggling to keep your eyes open.
He really shouldn't be the one talking big because honestly, he feels like if u moan one more time, if ur walls clench around him one more time, he is going to lose it. Something about this entire situation is just super surreal to him, or maybe it's simply you that is the reason for his premature high that is coming for him with fast steps.
"Fuck, baby," he groans, kissing your cheek before whispering, "can I please cum inside?"
"Shit, y-yes," you confirm, nodding quickly as you fight your hardest battle to keep your eyes open, focused and on the man that's currently grinding his tip into your sweet spot.
Seungmin feels like he loves you. He also feels like he's loosing his grip on reality, which is why he grabs your hips harder than before, using his strength to really slam his hips into yours with force, drowning his thoughts with the sounds of your moans. There is nothing on his mind except for you, you, you, and the primal need to make you his.
"Please," he groans, not quite sure what he's begging for, but it doesn't really matter in the end, does it?
All that matters is that Seungmin’s ears catch the way you're begging him to cum for you, to fill you up, to please, please finish inside. He is not going to deny you that wish. His hips stutter, his mind goes numb as he feels his muscles tighten and contract, releasing deep inside you. The feeling spreads in his body, feeling high and happy with such a forceful orgasm like this one. Everything after is just a blur in his mind, he just remembers realizing that you didn't cum a second time, and he wouldn't be Seungmin if he kept it that way.
That's why he found himself putting you back on the table, going into his knees seconds after pulling out, sucking your clit back into his mouth, tasting his own release that's threatening to drip out if it wasn't for his fast fingers pumping in and out of you to push you over the edge. It doesn't take long until you do, orgasm fueled by the lewd action of Seungmin eating his own cum out of you, he assumes.
Somehow, you two end up in his bed after a romantic drive to his house, mostly because Seungmin is a cuddler, partly because he’s is not able to let you go yet. Or ever. Who knows. Maybe he’ll never ever let you go..
The end!
(Unless you want a part two on what happens at his house..)
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