#boo seungkwan x reader smut
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We're no Good Alone
summary: Seungkwan finds himself in a month long slump and you're recruited by his manager to help him get back on his feet.
He finds your presence a lot more comforting than he'd be willing to admit.
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You visit Seungkwan in Seoul and spent the weekend like you don't hate each other.
Part 2 of As it Was
pairing: Middle School Teacher! Reader x Entertainer!Seungkwan
word count: 5.9k (24~ min read)
warnings: mentions of drug use and scandals, unprotected sex, making out, DIlf Mingyu (He's a warning in itself), angst
A/N: sorry for the delay! this has actually been finished for over a month I'm just a perpetual procrastinator OTL I'll be tagging everyone that asked for a sequel on this work, so let me know if you'd like to be tagged on the 3rd installment!
You didn’t visit Seoul as often as your teenage self dreamed of. It was hard enough having free time and the hours-long trip wasn’t something easy to squeeze in your schedule.
But when Seungkwan’s manager called, you found the time.
He’d gotten into a cannabis related scandal a month or so ago and the public didn’t take it well. Soon, he was replaced as the host of ‘Bad Clue’ by none other than his declared arch-nemesis, Kim Mingyu. And his health has been on the decline since.
You didn’t blame him, it was a lot to process. But it had been months and his manager was worried sick.
The concierge recognised you and let you go upstairs without a hitch, you already knew his passcode – His dog’s birthday, so getting into the expensive penthouse wasn’t an issue.
Immediately hit with the strong scent of booze and stale food, you gag, complaining loud and clear so he will hear your disgust.
Kicking your shoes and putting aside the grocery bags, you march down the hall toward his bedroom. His house is completely engulfed in darkness.
“Goddammit, Seungkwan, did you fucking die in here?” You hiss at the musty smell of a room that hasn’t seen Sunlight in weeks.
He’s bundled up in the bed, unruly hair peeking out from under the duvet.
“Kwannie,” You call out to no avail. With a sigh, you walk toward the bed, pulling at the covers to reveal the apathetic man.
He’s got deep-set eye bags that cling to his pretty eyes and an uneven stubble along his jaw. It’s unsightly in a way that tears apart at your heartstrings, watching this unbreakable image of Seungkwan’s self esteem slip away.
“Come on,” Your voice is a lot softer now as you lean forward, running your hands over his messy hair. “It’s 6 in the afternoon, have you eaten anything?”
He doesn’t reply, even as you sit down, hands running along his arms. Seungkwan’s eyes are unfocused, glazed over, staring away from you.
With a sigh, you lean forward, kissing his forehead.
“You look like shit,” You whisper, running your fingers through his tangled locks “I’m making a light soup that’s easy on the stomach, why don’t you go wash up, mhm?”
No answer.
Making your way to the kitchen, you make sure to pick up scattered clothing from the floor and toss it in the same corner so you can do the laundry later. As expected, the fridge holds nothing but canned beer and convenience store snacks.
It wasn’t the first slump Seungkwan ever had. When he first came to Seoul, there was a similar scenario, but this one seems to be worse. Given how he looks and how long it’s lasted, you can only imagine how fucked his head is right now.
The scandal had not only resulted in unending hatred from the media but the loss of his spot as the host of Bad Clue, a show he had written and planned.
The scent of fresh homemade food seems to wake up his stomach, and though he has no energy to get up and eat in the kitchen, your threats are quite energising.
You busy yourself with cleaning while he slumps over the countertop, sipping at the piping hot broth. When you shove everything into the washing machine and let it run, wiping your softener-covered hands over your jeans as you come back to the kitchen, you’re suddenly threatened with thoughts of domesticity.
It’s a brief, fleeting and imaginary scenario of calm mornings – You’d wake up to sunlit kisses, make breakfast before work and enjoy each other’s company without the looming pain of ‘no strings attached’.
But it’s gone as soon as it comes and you shake your head, making work of opening windows and pulling curtains away to let sunlight in.
When he’s done with the food, he sits there, eyes burning holes on the back of your head.
Though you feel his intense, questioning stare, you choose to ignore any thoughts he might have.
“Was it tasty?” You ask, scrubbing at the dishes.
Seungkwan shrugs, remembering you can’t see him from the sink so he just hums.
That’s enough for you.
“Why are you here?”
Here we go.
You stop scrubbing the porcelain bowl, “Because Sunggyu is worried sick about you.”
“I’m fine. Leave.”
With a sigh, you resume your activities. “Why don’t you go wash up?” You ask.
Seungkwan doesn’t move. “You cooked, I ate. Isn’t that enough?”
“I’ll leave after you’ve showered and shaved.”
It gets him moving and stomping toward the bathroom.
Once you’re done with the dishes, you set them aside and make your way to the bathroom. You knock and he doesn’t protest, so you come in.
He’s run himself a bath, steam engulfing the room with the scent of overpriced bath bombs and shower gel.
You’re happy he’s got enough energy to bathe.
After going through his cabinet and picking up the items you needed, you sit on the edge of his large tub, shaking the shaving foam can.
Seungkwan doesn’t fight you, even as you smear the foam over his upper lip and chin, which says something about his current mental state.
You pull the cap off the disposable razor and turn to face him.
“Stay still I don’t wanna hurt you,” You whisper, holding his jaw taught.
You’re so careful, holding his face in your soft hands with such tenderness he hasn’t felt in decades. And your eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, long lashes fluttering along your pretty eyes.
And Seungkwan finds himself torn between wanting to push you away and tell you to leave at once and to lean into your touch, to hold you closer and strip you bare – and he finds that it is intimacy he craves and that is the scariest thought of all.
As the razor glides along his chin, it makes a muffled scraping sound.
You’ve got your lips parted in concentration, in the same silly way he teased you in university when you made him hold up a compact mirror all so you could touch up your mascara.
“I need to do your moustache now,” You say, cleaning the razor off on the towel laid by your thigh before rinsing it off in the bath water.
Seungkwan doesn’t say anything, but obeys, pressing his lips together so his upper lip is tight enough to prevent injury. You’re doing it so carefully and yet, still manage to nick a tiny scratch on his skin.
He hisses and you immediately panic.
Picking up the towel you wipe off remaining foam to inspect the damage, there’s a bright red droplet of blood gushing down. You coo, muttering a soft sorry.
“God, I’m so sorry–”
Your fingers are caressing his cheeks, and your eyebrows are furrowed in worry, pretty lips pursued in a pout and he hates it. Hates that your touch makes any brief pain from the cut immediately disappear, hates that you look the prettiest you’ve ever looked despite your clear lack of makeup or any attempt at looking presentable.
“You can’t do anything right, can you?” He hisses, slapping your hand away.
You hit him back, muttering curses. “I should just shave off your fucking eyebrows.”
“You know I could pull it off.”
“Wanna see?” You smile, reaching for the razor and he immediately grabs your arm, stopping you from going any further because he knows you are just that crazy.
You finish off the last remaining bit and throw away the razor, moving onto shampoo. His expensive hair treatment smells like a fruity cocktail and you hum in envy.
Seungkwan closes his eyes, leaning into your fingers as you massage his scalp, worried about it well. Once it’s clean and conditioned, your job is done. While he soaks in the bath, you busy yourself with tidying up his vanity.
“What is this?” You ask, opening a bottle to smell its contents; it's a fresh scent, a little citrus-y. “Mhmm, smells good,”
“It’s a face toner…” He explains, not bothering to open his eyes, “It was a collaboration with a skincare brand.”
“Ooh, fancy,” You sing-song, putting it aside. “Where are your clean clothes? Do you even have any?”
“I don’t wear clothes at home.”
“You’re such a freak,” You laugh, tidying up the last bottle in its place on the dark marble counter. “I’m gonna throw the laundry in the washer, can you finish up by yourself?”
He hums.
So you leave the bathroom and gather the piles of forgotten items, squeezing everything into the washing machine without a care for his designer items; If he wants them to be carefully washed, he can wash them himself.
When you return to his room, he’s out of the bath and wearing a robe, it’s clearly fancy with its navy velvet and embroidered initials.
Seungkwan throws himself onto the bed without ceremony, finding some energy after the bath to finally plug his dead phone into the power.
“I’m gonna use your shower,” You announce, not waiting for his reply.
His phone blows up as soon as it turns on; hundreds of missed calls and messages from his manager, as expected. There are also messages from family; his sisters and mother still send in daily updates of their lives despite his lack of replies.
There are notifications from his social media accounts which he ignores. Nothing good will come from it.
Seokmin sent him a picture of his invitation for Sohee’s wedding, he looks at her name written in pretty cursive alongside her future husband’s for longer than he wished to admit.
There’s a bitter taste of defeat that lays heavy on his tongue,
Sohee was living proof of his weak, young self, whom he believed to be unlovable – getting his revenge on her meant avenging young Seungkwan with the awkward bangs and the rosy chubby cheeks.
The little boy from Jeju who would take mean-spirited comments without a fuss, who did everything to fit in, he’s the one that needs to be protected, right?
So why does he feel so fucking vulnerable, right now?
When you leave the shower, he hasn’t moved an inch; laying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through his timeline. You sigh, closing the bathroom door with a thud to call for attention.
You sit on the bed, laying down his expensive skincare bottles, the loud ‘pop’ from the lotion bottle finally gets his attention.
“What are you doing?”
“Skincare,” You say as a matter of factly.
He watches you smear the lotion over your bare face, happily humming at the citrus-y scent. With every swipe you make a comment on how good it is.
And then, you put some more on your hand and reach for his face, dotting the lotion along his cheeks and nose.
“Don’t put your disgusting hands on my face,” He groans, but makes no effort to push you away.
“I just showered, they’re clean!”
You straddle his waist, depositing the product all over to make sure of even coverage. Once you’re satisfied with your placement, you start rubbing it in.
His skin, usually silky smooth and without a blemish in sight, feels so rough you barely recognise it. You’re careful not to poke him with your nails– God knows he would never let you live it down; How dare you harm his beautiful face.
Seungkwan lets go of his phone, unconsciously reaching to settle his hands on your body – anywhere, they just feel so cold and empty away from you.
“Need to schedule a facial,” You whisper, running your fingers along his defined cheekbones, studying every one of his gorgeous features you’ve engraved into your brain.
He hums, fingers rubbing circles along your thighs. “Still look better than you.”
You laugh, surprised by the unexpected jab. It’s good to see him making jokes again. Done with his lotion, you lean forward, chest flush with his and faces only inches apart.
“In your dreams, Kwannie,”
And he wants to kiss you so bad.
Wants to wrap his arms around you tight so you’ll be there by the time he wakes up.
But you’re busy squishing his cheeks together so his lips will pucker up.
He shoves you into the mattress, robe slipping off partially. You’re wearing an oversized t-shirt found by his closet door, it smells strongly of his cologne and you’re sure the scent will stick to your skin by the time you wake up. And part of you, a foolish part of your stupid brain wants to never wash off the traces of him.
Seungkwan is pulling at the shirt, finding you’ve foregone underwear – not with any agenda in mind, you just didn’t want to wear your used panties to bed.
“Kwan– Wait,” You smile, swiping at his torso.
But it feels different.
This sort of rushedness is usually welcomed with excited butterflies in your stomach but he doesn’t meet your eyes, he doesn’t bite at his lips, doesn’t squeeze your waist with a teasing smirk.
He barely acknowledges you.
“Seungkwan, wait–” You pull away, shrinking into the headboard and he finally stops.
He looks… Angry?
That’s not quite it, but you can’t wrap your finger around it.
“We– We don’t have to do this…” You say, studying his expression.
“Do what? Fuck?”
You almost jump at the word. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to–”
“That’s all we always do isn’t it?” His eyes finally meet yours and you feel hideous– It’s as if he’s looking at an inconvenient stranger. You’ve known him half of your life, you’ve laughed and cried together and this is it? You’re some quick fuck in an uneventful night. “We meet, we fuck and then we leave. Let’s get this over with so you can fucking leave already.”
“We can talk when you little temper tantrum is over. I’ll be in the guest bedroom,” You stomp away, closing the door with a ‘Bang’ loud enough to maybe set his wits straight.
It’s a sleepless night for you, tossing and turning around the expensive bedding. Sometime around 2 am, you hear nervous shuffling by the door. It's a good ten minutes or so before he finally opens the door to peek inside.
“Just come in,” You say, his agitation getting to you.
Seungkwan jumps at the sound of your voice, not expecting you to be awake.
“You’re up?”
You hum, kicking off blankets to sit up. “C’mere.”
He approaches the bed, sitting by the end, far away from where you are but you tap the empty side with enough force to make him immediately scurry to lay by your side.
“Thanks,” He whispers, voice hoarse with sleepless anxiety.
Humming in response, you adjust yourself on your pillow, bringing his head onto your chest so you can run your fingers through his damp hair. “For what?”
“For not giving up on me,” Seungkwan snuggles against your ribcage, beating heart already lulling him to sleep.
You smile, digits tangling in his hair.
“I don’t know what I’ll do now…” He whispers, “The press had a field day with me.”
“We’ll fix it.”
“How?”
“I don’t know, we just will…” You shrug, “…It always works out in the end.”
Seungkwan scoffs, although your words are soothing.
“I didn’t know that girl would share those pics,” He sighs.
It wasn’t uncommon for celebrities to meet up and make use of certain substances, but there was an unwritten rule of no pictures or media – for obvious reasons. A model had posted a video on her Instagram Story and Seungkwan was amongst other celebrities recognised almost instantly.
He was immediately put on a hiatus by his company and substituted by Kim Mingyu for future episodes of Bad Clue.
“Honestly… What the fuck was that bitch thinking?!” You exclaim, angrier than expected.
“Rookies these days have no social media etiquette,” He says.
You giggle, “Oh, back in your day, they did? You sound so old.”
Seungkwan laughs at your comment
“I mean it,” he elaborates, “when I started out, Instagram wasn’t that important… Nowadays, agencies check your followers.”
“Sounds exhausting,” You hum and he agrees.
“I have more followers than Mingyu, though.”
And you let out a sincere laugh, chest shaking with giggles under his head. Seungkwan can’t help the sweet smile that finds his lips.
Before you, is TV sensation Kim Mingyu in the flesh, you still wondered how the hell did you pull this off. There were so many phone calls, you were certain somewhere in the middle the person would just hang up.
But alas, it all worked out and now you’re face to face with the man.
“I have something to offer you… I’ve heard you’ve been trying to get your babies into a good kindergarten… I could help you.”
Mingyu had twins – Not that the media knew about it. A young, handsome guy like him needed to play into fans’ fantasies a little. So, the agency hid his family life, against his wishes.
Mingyu is suddenly very interested, “What do you need from me?
“Get Seungkwan back on Bad clue.” He isn’t surprised at all by your request, but remains quiet. “If… If you were both MCs, you could play into the whole rival thing… You could do a pilot test… I know for certain if you talk to the company, they will allow it. If you can get back on air, I’ll get your girls into that school.” You’re this close to pleading, Mingyu was your only chance of fixing this situation.
“I would do that regardless… I do feel pretty bad for him,” He sighs, “not to say that the help wouldn’t come in handy– I am going crazy trying to get that spot.”
You smile, “It is a rather competitive school.”
“I know!” Mingyu whines, “They’re just babies, why is it so hard?! And I’ve got twins, it’s twice as hard!” You laugh at his complaint.
“Have you tried taking turns with them? They are identical, no one will know.”
“That’s what I said!” Mingyu exclaims, completely serious, “My wife almost did my head in.”
You laugh at the thought.
“I’ll talk to the company today.”
It’s as if a weight has been lifted from your chest.
“Thank you, Mingyu, really–”
“Don’t mention it… I was worried about taking his spot,” He explains, “Your idea is pretty good, I’ll relay it to the higher-ups… They might wait a little to scope out the public opinion, but I don’t think they will oppose… Seungkwan is just that good.”
With a smile, you clap your hands together, “Oh, that’s great to hear, thank you so much,” Mingyu waves off your gratitude. “I have a colleague that works on the school board… Just make sure your girls can pass the admission test and she can get them in.”
“Ah, you have no idea how helpful that is!” He exclaims, clearly burdened with worry about his babies’ futures.
And now, it was a waiting game. Hopefully, Mingyu’s charms would melt the director and Seungkwan should be returning to Bad Clue.
The conversation with Mingyu was a mood lifter, enough to make you buy ingredients for a rather special dinner. A good steak that was on sale, plenty of side dishes, and wine – Not anything special, you were working with a teacher’s salary, after all.
But it was enough to have the apartment smelling of herbs and spices as Seungkwan emerged from the front door. – He had finally gathered courage to talk to his manager about the future.
You’re happily humming, wearing the same shirt you wore to bed with your damp hair haphazardly pinned up with a pencil. His kitchen is currently upside down, with pans and pots strewn everywhere and ingredients awaiting to be cooked.
And it’s a new feeling; coming home to someone cooking you a warm meal, ready to welcome you home.
It was a pleasant surprise, almost enough to make him forget about the news that had overtaken the agency that day. A paparazzo had spotted Mingyu talking to you of all people in a lovely lunch setting.
The internet, unaware of Mingyu’s marital status, (Despite his lack of efforts to hide it), theorised you must be his girlfriend. This wasn’t about you and him, Seungkwan reminded himself. This was about morals.
After all, you were friends, were you not?
Friends didn’t go on lunch dates with their friend’s married rival.
There’s a song coming from your phone and you’re singing along terribly. And Seungkwan may or may not have used the opportunity to give you the jumpscare of your life.
The moment his hands pushed on your back, you jumped with a loud screech, accidentally nicking your finger with the knife. – Maybe that wasn’t the best idea Seungkwan ever had.
He is immediately remorseful, however, holding your bleeding finger and inspecting the damage. It didn’t help that you had pepper juices all over your hands and the cut stung like a bitch.
“I– Fucking hate you,” You hiss as he brings your finger under the tap.
“I know,” He says softly, reaching for a dishcloth to wrap your hand.
“Do you have anything in your first aid kit?” You ask, predicting his answer.
Seungkwan shakes his head.
His mother had made him a first aid kit when he first moved into this penthouse and he had used up all ointments, pomades and bandaids she’d carefully packed into that tiny white box.
You sigh, “My bag is on the sofa.”
He brings you your bag and you urge him to rummage through your things to find plasters and antiseptic spray. He finally finds a small white pouch with the red cross embroidered.
Properly cleaned and disinfected, you picked out a Hello Kitty bandaid for your brand new wound.
“Why do you only have character band-aids?”
“I’m a teacher, dumbass. I’m constantly playing nurse to those suicidal babies. ” And Hello Kitty does scientifically, help heal all wounds, don’t fact check it.
“It’s weird,” He shrugs.
“What?” You put away everything, throwing the plaster packaging into the trash bin.
“You’re, like… A grown woman…”
“Wow, did you just find that out?”
He rolls his eyes. “I mean… It’s like… Just yesterday we were in school… And now you’re the teacher.”
“I know what you mean… Sometimes the school does feel pretty nostalgic.”
Seungkwan nods. “What are you making?”
“Ah!” You’re suddenly reminded of your forgotten dinner plans. “Steak and stir-fried vegetables.”
“Mhm,” He hums, “That sounds amazing, I’m starving.”
“Can you cut up the vegetables for me?”
He gets to work, only slightly butchering the potatoes. You busy yourself on the stove where your band-aid is safe and away from direct contact with the food.
Slowly, you pry off the news from today. His manager was very worried but relieved to hear from him, they spoke about damage control and made plans for appearances and community work to appease the netizens.
You could only hope Mingyu would get through the directors and everything would return to normal.
Foregoing sitting down for a formal dinner, you had your plates by the counter, standing in the middle of the kitchen and chowing down on your masterpiece.
Midbite, you remember the wine sitting on top of the fridge and pop it open. Seungkwan makes a show of complaining over your cheap wine, but drinks it regardless.
“This is nice,” You say, genuinely.
Seungkwan stares at his plate. “Wasn’t your lunch with Mingyu nicer?”
You almost choke on your food. “What?!”
“You were talking to him…” Seungkwan crosses his arms, triceps flexing under the dim kitchen light.
“Mhm, yes, we met at that restaurant downtown,” You say as a matter of fact.
“Why?”
His voice is about an octave lower than usual, sending goosebumps up your spine. That was a tone you were used to hearing… in bed, and not in the middle of his kitchen.
“I had some things to discuss,” You explain, carefully watching his expression.
“And you needed to meet in such a romantic place?”
Oh, god, he was jealous.
“Kwannie–” Finally putting your half-finished plate down, you give him your full attention. “He’s married.”
“What about it?”
“He’s a married man with a beautiful wife and two beautiful kids.”
“That never stopped anyone. Men are trash.”
You can only laugh in disbelief.
“I’m not interested in Kim Mingyu,” You reach for his hands, grabbing his plate and putting it aside, “And I can assure you he is not interested in me either.”
Seungkwan humphs quietly.
“You’re cute,” Chewing on your lower lip, you study how taut his defined jaw is.
“What?!”
“I said you’re so fucking adorable I could eat you up,” You whisper against his lips and Seungkwan feels the blood drain from his body and rush toward his groin.
His hands hold your neck in place, free hand pulling out the pencil that held your hair off so his fingers could tangle into your locks. “Watch your tongue.”
You bite your lips, nodding at his words.
There’s a look in your eyes that he’s extremely familiar with, the dark glaze of lust that covers your beautiful gaze. You’re leaning against his body, rubbing your thighs together and he can’t help but love the situation you’re in.
Seungkwan brings your mouth to his and you mewl, fully melting into his touch. He walks forward until your back hits the counter and he’s pushing you onto cold marble, hands finding your bare thighs.
“Don’t meet him again,” He nips at your shoulder, trails of saliva dressing your skin in a lustful sheen.
You don’t respond, too busy arching your chest into his lips. Thoughts fogged up under his undivided attention.
“Answer me.”
“I won’t…”
Seungkwan settles between your legs like he belongs there, grabbing handfuls of skin with boundless desperation, consuming your body whole.
The sharp tracing of your fingers along his nape makes Seungkwan groan by your ears. Though it’s still not enough to pry off his attention from that sensitive spot just below your jaw which always seemed to be covered in purple spots after your rendezvous.
His hands–, his gorgeous, beautiful hands, tug at the shirt you wear, bunching up the fabric around your hips so he can finally tug your underwear off. Much to his surprise and delight, you’ve once again gone commando.
“Fuck,” Seungkwan bites his lips at the realisation you were completely naked under that oversized shirt all along. Nothing between your delicious pussy all along. “You’re driving me crazy, y’know that?” He whispers against your sensitive lips.
Slender fingers scissor you open; You gasp, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and just about anything you can reach. You’re dripping against his palm, filling the kitchen with nothing but lewd squelching sounds.
“Need you–” You hiss, contorting against cold marble, fingers tangling along his hair.
Seungkwan stills his movement, lifting his head from your cleavage to meet your eyes.
“Beg.”
The dark look that has taken over his usually sparkling eyes sends a shiver down your spine. There’s a sadistic undertone that drips from his hoarse voice you have yet to meet; And it excites you more than you’d expect.
You clench around his unmoving fingers.
Seungkwan smirks.
Before he can tease you any further, you give in.
“Please–” You plead, leaning forward until your lips are mere inches apart, “Please, I need you, Kwan– Need your big cock– Need you to fuck me ‘til I can’t walk.”
You watch him visibly gulp at your words, the volume poking at your leg getting more evident by the second.
And there’s a mischievous smile that finds your lips while he scrambles to undo his belt.
Because he wasn’t the only one with a sadistic little streak.
Though it’s all forgotten once he sinks fully into your entrance, groaning against your shoulder, grazing teeth hiding his silent grunts, of whispering how well you fit around him.
He smiles proudly against your skin, diving into your warmth to suck and nibble on the body he owns– just for the night, he reminds himself. Once morning comes you will leave and seek company of another.
A gentleman who will buy you flowers and never argue against your wishes because he will do anything to please you. A man who will never hesitate to hold you in public because he isn’t afraid to show the world you’re his.
A man who deserves you.
But for tonight, he will lie in your intoxicating smiles and pray sweet nothings until you forget every single one of his flaws– Forget he is unworthy of your attention.
With every thrust, you let out a breathy moan, but it’s not enough.
He wants his name to pour out of your lips, saccharine sweet and sultry; a siren’s beckoning. A call so tempting he can only dig further into your skin, bury himself into your heat, make a home in your veins.
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You–” You gulp, “You– You!”
“Say my name,”
“Seungkwan!”
He smiles, kissing your swollen lips and fastens his hips, pistoning into you. “That’s right, baby, you’re all mine, aren’t you?”
You nod, glassy eyes looking up to meet his with such unadulterated adoration. There’s nothing in your mind in this striking moment other than the way he pries you open, rubbing against your gummy walls, hitting your favourite spot every single time.
There are tears welling along your lash line, holding nothing but pleasure. You’re fucking crying because of how good he fucks you.
“Kwannie– I’m close,” You hiccup.
And Seungkwan kisses away your tears, crashing your lips into his, letting you fully melt into his kisses, drinking your every moan and whine as if he could consume you, little by little.
He lets your body relax into his arms, lets you scratch his skin open while you’re hiccuping into his lips, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.
You come, stilling in his arms with a high-pitched, strained cry of his name; He kisses every syllable off your lips with a satisfied smirk.
He keeps thrusting into your hips, riding out your body-shattering orgasm while finding his own; so, so close. Especially with the way you’re clenching around him, a ring of your slick collecting on the base of his cock.
“Are you–?” You have half a mind to ask, still coming down from your high.
“Yeah–” He replies, “Fuck– You feel so fuckin’ good.”
Nodding, you don’t suppress the muffled whines that escape your throat when he speeds up.
Yet, he still finds in him to hold a hand on the top of your head, preventing you from hitting the cupboard with such strenuous movement.
But you don’t notice. Running your lips against his neck, feeling your pleasure border on overstimulation, tears threatening to fall.
Seungkwan finally comes, hand tight on your hip, pressing onto your flesh as he slows down his pace, riding out his orgasm, coming undone into you with thick hot spurts.
You nearly collapse on top of him, and he chuckles, grabbing your arms to wrap around his shoulders for a more secure hold.
“Fuck…” He breathes out, a content smile on his swollen lips. “You were amazing,”
Seungkwan kisses your hair, a soothing hand running up and down across your back. You can only hum back, fingers lazily playing with the tag on his collar.
“Stay.” He speaks. “One more night.”
“Kwan– I can’t, I already bought the–”
“I’ll pay for everything. I’ll get you new ones, better ones. Stay, please.”
And you can’t bring yourself to ever say no.
The morning comes in lazy yawns and sleepy stretches. You’re tightly snuggled against his bare chest, tangled limbs strewn across his adored silk bedding.
Seungkwan leans to his side, bringing you closer to his chest. You let out a sleepy whine that tells him to quit moving and let you sleep.
He chuckles.
“Are we gonna stay in bed all day?”
His voice is hoarse with sleep and so irritatingly domestic and loving, you hate how it makes your stomach tingle with annoying butterflies.
“Maybe.”
With no protests toward your reply, he lays back and closes his eyes, fully intent on getting more sleep. But you’re fully awake and the awkward wetness between your legs doesn’t stem just from the remnants of last night’s activities.
You groan out, accepting just how fucking turned on Boo Seungkwan made you with a single phrase.
Kicking the duvet off, you slot yourself on top of his bare legs.
Seungkwan stares back at you with his stupidly adorable wide eyes. “What are you doin–”
That is, until you start moving back and forth, gliding your slick along his soft cock.
He lets out a strained moan, contorting under you.
It’s not long before he’s hard, and you guide him in.
His eyes are still drowsy and half-lidded, his pretty lips are parted in a permanent ‘o’ – and you can see the reddened skin you’ve bit. You’re fucking yourself on his cock, tits bouncing up and down with how vigorous you’ve started moving.
And the view is straight out a wet dream.
“Slow down–” He groans out.
“Can’t– Feels too good–” You whine out, leaning forward to capture his lips.
“I’m gonna cum too fast.” Seungkwan whines with an adorable pout and you smile against his lips.
“I don’t care– Give me your cum. Fill me up–”
Hips matching your own, Seungkwan makes true on his previous warning, coming undone in a strained moan. His fingers dig into your hips, enough to leave marks but still, careful enough to prevent injury.
Yet you keep your pace, milking his cock dry with a hand splayed across his bare chest as you chase your own high.
His eyes, half-lidded and laced with post-orgasmic haze, can’t believe the fantastic view he gets this early. Your slightly sleep-swollen face, furrowed brows, parted lips – which are marked with his kisses.
Once you come, you crash into his comfort. You dive into the warmth his body provides, letting it envelope your own and lull you into a sense of security.
His arms immediately wrap around your heaving body, nuzzling against your hair.
And he hates how much he loves this. The domesticity of waking up next to each other, lazy morning fucks and languid makeouts followed by sleepy brunches and doing nothing all day.
Fucking hell.
You’re awakened a couple hours later by the muffled sounds of Seungkwan readying himself for a day out.
“Where you goin’?” You groan out, still struggling to keep your eyes open.
Seungkwan looks at you with such a warm smile, walking toward the bed with excited steps.
“They called me this morning… I think this might be good,” He giggles excitedly and leans forward to kiss your cheek, “I’m leaving now, there’s leftover bagels on the counter.”
“Mhm– Bye. I love you.”
Seungkwan freezes.
Your words crashing onto his body like ice shards, shattering upon impact and creating ripples of cold goosebumps that travel down his spine.
Your stomach drops.
The realisation washes away any remaining sleep from your tired body.
You lie still, eyes glued to his face; waiting, begging, for a reaction, anything.
A beat passes.
Then another.
And there’s nothing.
So you jump out of bed, scrambling for your scattered clothes and bag, heart pounding against your chest with a suffocating throb that crushes your lungs with every passing second.
He calls out your name, finally awaking from his trance.
You don’t reply.
You will not acknowledge these feelings.
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Interlude No. 1 | bsk x reader
Interlude No. 1: Inspired by these pics and me wanting to marry Boo Seungkwan
Rating: M (18+) | WC: 2.6k | Pairing: bsk x reader | Genre: smut
Warnings: semi public sex, limo sex, marriage kink, fingering, mouth covering, cum eating/swallowing, cum as lube, hand job, oral m. rec., finger sucking, they both cry
Reader Notes: wears a dress, reader and kwan both wear makeup, has a vagina
“I can’t believe we did it,” Seungkwan pants ecstatically as he settles into the backseat of the limousine, clicking his seatbelt into place just as you do and grinning when he sees the partition is already up.
“I know, we’re fucking married,” you send him a watery beam, leaning into his side when he raises his arm and letting your giggles bubble up when you see him tilt his head back and take a deep breath. That means he’s trying not to cry too, and while usually he’s open with his tears, you know that sometimes once he starts, he can’t stop. He must know this would be one of those times.
Part of you wants to tease him, remind him how sweet his vows were and how very much you love him and how you can’t wait to spend your life with him, but you know that would make you cry too, and you don’t want to mess up your makeup any more than you want to mess up his.
That thought flies out of the window as soon as he cups your face and presses his lips to yours, murmuring, “I’m your husband,” in between kisses. He seems frantic almost, sucking at your bottom lip before sinking his teeth into it, making you whimper and shift closer.
You can’t get far with the seatbelt restricting you, and you’re about to depress the button to release it just as the limo pulls away from the venue. Seungkwan wouldn’t want you to be unsafe, so you move your hand away from the buckle and sink it into his hair instead, clenching your fingers in the silky locks when his lips move down to your neck.
As it is, you’re just grateful you decided on the middle seat, wanting to be as close to him as possible. It’s paying off now, with the sucking kisses he’s laying on your throat and the hand resting on your knee.
You changed into your reception dress before leaving the venue and that’s another thing you’re grateful for, because it gives Seungkwan even easier access to you. He doesn’t have to work your skirt up as much as he would have in your wedding dress, his fingers trailing along your inner thigh before you can even take another breath.
“Can I make you cum, honey? Please? It’ll be hours before I can get my hands on you again,” he sounds like he’s in agony, like he’s burning for you, and it takes you little to no time to nod your head and spread your legs wider.
He tugs your leg over his to open you up, making you gasp as you realize how wet your silk panties have grown. You gasp even louder when his hand covers you, his soft, warm palm pressing into your clit and his elegant fingers digging into your entrance. The silk is so fine and delicate, you can feel every touch like there’s nothing in between you, his hand grinding into your covered pussy as he murmurs in your ear.
“Never gonna get rid of me now, honey.”
“So wet for your husband, aren’t you?”
“Gonna cum for me? Hm?”
The friction feels incredible, but it’s not enough, and you know he knows that. He’s just taunting you by asking if you’re going to cum for him, because you’re both well aware that you will, just not like this.
“Kwannie, we don’t have enough time for you to fuck around,” you whine softly, glancing at the digital clock that rests above the partition. There’s only thirty five minutes left of the drive to the reception venue, he’ll need to get a move on if he wants any chance at getting his own release.
“I’m not fucking around, honey. I’m enjoying you like you deserve,” he says in response, though he does listen to you in part by slipping his fingers under your panties and letting them glide along your cunt.
“You have literally the rest of our lives to enjoy me. Please, just-”
A sharp whimper cuts off your words as he sinks two fingers deep inside of you, his knuckles flush to your pussy and his eyes locked with yours. “S’that what you wanted?”
His voice is hushed, deeper than usual, and it sends a shiver rolling down your spine just as he curls his fingers, the tips prodding into your sweet spot before you can even try to answer him.
The pleasure gathering in your belly steals your words, but you don’t think he really expected an answer anyway. He knows it’s hard for you to put together sentences when he’s got part of himself inside of you, whether it’s his fingers, his tongue, or his cock.
Fuck, his cock…
You want his cock so bad, your eyes flicking down and your hand releasing its death grip on your seatbelt to cover the growing bulge in his dress pants. You squeeze along his length, whimpering at the way he hardens under your touch, then whimpering again when he starts fucking his fingers in and out of you.
He’s gentle at first, thrusting slowly and crooking his fingers on every stroke in, his thumb pressing down on your throbbing clit as he finds his rhythm. When you clumsily unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper to tug his cock out, his pace becomes punishing, like he’s trying to distract you from your endeavors.
“Why won’t you let me…” You begin but don’t finish, breathless at the sensation of him sliding a third finger inside of you.
“It’ll make a mess,” he sounds almost as ruined as you, making you drag your eyes back up to meet his, wanting to see his face as he takes you apart.
He’s blushing, his dark brown hair messily falling over his forehead and his plush lips open as he takes in shuddering breaths. He’s so fucking pretty, your lovely, gorgeous, beautiful Seungkwan, your lovely, gorgeous, beautiful husband.
“What if I swallow?” You offer feebly, your words tinged with tears and desire as you grow closer and closer.
“Maybe. You cum first, and then we’ll see,” he says, his voice tight and his fingers relentless.
They’re barely fucking in and out of you now, just tapping and grinding into your g-spot as his thumb rubs tiny circles around your clit, and you can feel the waves as they lap at your shore, feel the heat stirring inside of you, every single touch stoking the fire. You try to keep your mouth closed, biting your lips and holding your tongue, knowing he usually makes you cum so loudly, the neighbors complain.
You’re sure the kind elderly driver has heard (and seen) his share of escapades, but you don’t want to add yourself to the list.
Unfortunately, you just don’t have enough self control to be quiet, your cries loud even with your efforts, so you take the hand of the arm wrapped around you and pull it up to cover your mouth. That’s the last indication you give that you’re teetering on the edge, though Seungkwan doesn’t need a sign to know that.
He knows you inside and out, loves every single part of you, even (and maybe especially) the parts you used to try to hide from him.
You don’t hide a thing now, and you never will again.
That’s why it feels so right to shout into his palm as he pushes you into bliss, his fingers squelching inside of you and his thumb ruthless on your clit. Your hips buck into his hand, your body presses against the warmth of his, and your eyes squeeze shut, tears leaking out of the sides as you float away on cotton candy clouds.
When you go limp against him and blink blearily, looking around the small space like you don’t know how you came to be there, he pulls his fingers out and slides them into his mouth, sucking your taste away like you’re something sweet to be savored.
You come back online a bit when he removes his hand from your mouth, your eyes finding the clock. You should still have twenty minutes left to suck his dick and freshen up, and before he can even open his mouth to ask how you are, you’re turning and finishing your earlier task of pulling his dick out.
He’s hard, so hard, and flushed at the tip, already leaking precum that you smear over his head and length, leaving him glistening in the low light of the limo. You try to bend down and swallow his cock, but the angle isn’t right with the seatbelt holding you back, so you dip your fingers between your legs to gather up your remaining arousal and use it to ease the glide of your hand on his dick.
Seungkwan groans deeply, likely both at finally having some stimulation and at the fact that you’re using your own wetness as lube. He has great stamina so it usually takes a bit longer for him to cum, but already you can feel him twitching and pulsing in your hand. It brings a wicked little smile to your face, knowing you’ll undo him in half the time normally required, and with his competitive spirit, you’re glad he’s got his head tilted back and his eyes closed.
If he saw the look on your face, he’d probably hold his orgasm back, just to show you he can.
You feel the limo roll to a stop, but it doesn’t shift into park, and suddenly, there’s a voice over the intercom.
“Ran into some traffic, folks. Looks like it’ll be an extra ten or so minutes, but I’ll get ya there, don’t you worry.”
You press the button and say brightly, “Thank you so much, Leonard!” before unbuckling your seatbelt and sliding onto the floor.
“Honey, your dress will get dirty!” Seungkwan frets, his hands hovering over you as if he’s about to scoop you up and pull you into his lap.
“I won’t be down here long,” you smile sweetly, leaning down to lick at the head of his cock before opening wide and working half of it into your mouth at once. He bites out muted curses, his knees spreading to make room for you and his hands clenching in his dress pants so they don’t mess up your hair.
Your mouth is one of his weaknesses, he always breaks for you so quickly, always fills your throat with his cum and kisses you so tenderly after, making giving him head an experience almost as pleasurable for you as it is for him.
The traffic means you can take your time, but you’d rather make him cum now and get fixed up so you can cuddle for a bit before the reception. You both tend to feel touchy and needy after sex, and though you know you’ll be together all night, you also know you won’t have a single free moment to yourselves until the party is over.
So you suck harder, bob your head faster, use your hand to cover what your mouth can’t take. You moan around him, knowing he loves the vibrations, and take one of his hands from his knee to wrap it around your neck.
You don’t want him to choke you (right now) but you do want him to feel himself move, feel your throat work around him, feel your sounds in more ways than one. He whimpers brokenly, gazing down at you with tears welling up in his eyes and his face tight with bliss.
He’s trying to be quiet like you were, and you think he might be even worse at it, his cries loud against the quiet hum of the limo. You reach up to cover his mouth and he sucks two of your fingers between his lips instead, the wet heat of his tongue reminding you how it feels between your thighs and sending a zip of electricity down to your clit.
You so wish you could climb up and sink down onto him, let him fill you up with his cock and his cum, but you don’t have a condom and you can’t have it leaking down your thighs while you celebrate with your family and friends.
You can be content with swallowing. This time.
It won’t be long, now, not with the way he’s bucking into your mouth in little thrusts, or the way his cock is jerking and spitting precum, or the way he’s groaning around your fingers, tears dripping from the corners of his eyes to settle in the creases of his lips.
“Cum,” you moan, or try to, around his throbbing dick, and that’s enough for him.
He stubbornly keeps his eyes on you even as his head tilts back and your fingers nearly slip from his mouth, his hips rolling up and sending his cock just a little bit further down your throat before white hot cum starts to spill out. You can’t taste it, he’s in too deep for that, but you can feel it as it drips down your esophagus, your throat opening and closing around him as you swallow and swallow and swallow him down.
He was near silent this time, somehow, and when you notice how red he’s getting, you realize it’s because he was holding his breath to hold his noises in. His lips part so he can gasp for air, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he blinks down at you, the look in his eye telling you he wants to ask Leonard to take you straight home.
Sometimes Seungkwan gets a little… territorial, covetous, over you after he cums, and as he reaches down for you, you feel the limo lurch forward, nearly sending you face first into his softening dick.
You climb back up onto the middle seat and reach for your bag before buckling your seatbelt back up, digging through to find what you need.
You’ve got tissues and wipes to clean yourselves up with, plus makeup and a mirror for necessary touch ups (and some gum, thank goodness). You pass a wipe and tissue over to Seungkwan, but he just stares at you blankly, apparently still too out of his head to figure out what to do with them. You shake your head with a fond smile, gently wiping his cock down and drying it off before tucking it back into his pants, redoing them carefully and smoothing out the wrinkles he’d pinched into them.
You clean yourself up next with a quick swipe between your legs, balling up the used tissues and wipes and putting them in the trash can inset in the limo door. Popping some gum into your mouth and then Seungkwan’s to get rid of the scent of bodily fluids, you glance over his face, noting that he should be fine with just a light reapplication of his cushion foundation and some setting powder.
You take care of him without thinking about it, fixing his makeup and then his hair before moving on to yourself. He won’t stop staring at you, his eyes misty again and his mouth wobbling.
“I love you so much,” he mumbles, watching as you restore your own appearance to its pre-interlude state.
“I love you,” you whisper, pressing your minty lips to his and settling back into his side when he lifts his arm for you. Soon enough, you’ll roll up to your wedding reception and enter as the Boos, but for now, you’re you and he’s him, and that’s all you could ever need.
AN: i love boo seungkwan that is all i have to say about this
jk! i'm thinking about doing a less formal series of interludes like this, little breaks of fluff and smut in between big life events. i think it could be fun and a way to write more with less pressure! feel free to send in asks with ideas and i'll start keeping a list 💖
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office hours — bsk
♡ pairing: boo seungkwan x afab!reader
♡ theme: college au, nonidol!au
♡ wc: ~6.2k
♡ warnings: swearing, smut, reader is gender neutral but wears a skirt, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (stay safe y’all), creampie, petnames (f. receiving - baby), fluff at the end if you squint
♡ a/n: this whole thing is a highly self-indulgent fic so if reader is down horrendous for bsk… u know why
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You fucking hate Tuesdays.
There’s nothing actually wrong with your Tuesday schedule - on the contrary it’s probably the best day of the week in terms of lectures and extracurriculars. Your first class of the day, Developmental Psychology, doesn’t start til 11am, so you get to sleep in - always a win in your book. Afterwards you have an hour and a half break, usually spent by eating lunch in the student center and then a visit to the campus library to get some studying done. Then your 2pm Discussion for your Intro to Fiction class, followed by yoga at the gym - and since your work-study job at the Cognitive Research Lab doesn’t have you scheduled for Tuesdays, you get to go home right after. All in all, a pretty laid-back day in your hectic college life.
Except for that stupid 2pm Discussion.
As a Psychology major you didn’t anticipate having to take any Literature courses, but you needed to fill an elective and Intro to Fiction had a reputation for being a fun, low-stakes course. It also fit conveniently into your Fall Semester schedule, so you signed up. Professor Mendoza turned out to be super nice and never gives any bullshit extra homework, and the assigned books have been surprisingly enjoyable. No, none of that is the problem.
The problem is the hot TA you’ve inadvertently fallen in love with.
Your first encounter with Seungkwan had been a bit embarrassing - the first week of the semester you somehow went to the completely wrong building, and even with speed walking you arrived to Discussion about five minutes late. You tried to sneak in quietly but the loud, creaky door hinge had other plans. Twenty-some pairs of eyes turned to stare at the idiot latecomer, but the pair you locked onto were the soft brown ones surrounded by long dark eyelashes, belonging to the blazer-wearing grad student standing at the front of the classroom.
You would’ve been embarrassed in this situation anyway, but the unexpected eye contact made your stomach drop and your face turn hot. You stood there for a few moments too long, before muttering a feeble “sorry” under your breath as you made your way to the only empty seat in the room - which of course was located at the very front, immediately before the TA. You quickly took your seat and pulled out a notebook (not even the right one, but you were too frazzled to notice). The TA, whose name you missed due to being late, resumed his lecture. You started writing down everything he was saying - definitely not necessary, but you were doing your best to focus without looking up.
Your face eventually stopped burning up, but this classroom was particularly warm and stuffy. You set down your pen and took your cardigan off, hanging it over the back of the chair. Mindlessly looking up, you look at the TA for the first time since sitting down. He too had discarded his outerwear - the muted brown herringbone blazer now laying aside on the teacher’s desk upon which he was leaning. His dark brown shoes matched his dark pants - which weren’t tight but certainly hugged his thighs nicely, but you tried not to think about that - and he was currently rolling up the sleeves of his medium gray button down - and you definitely tried not to think about that. You put your head back down and focused on your note-taking, transcribing everything without actually processing any of what he said. This was all very strange for you - sure some of your past TAs had been nice looking, but why was this particular one making you this flustered?
The clock ticked on at an unbearably slow pace. You took your notes and paid no attention, not joining in on the conversation even once. You just have to make it through the hour, you kept telling yourself. But the hour seemed to never end.
You snap out of it as the TA finally wraps up the class.
“Don’t forget to read through chapter 5,” he reminds everyone. You realize you don’t even know which book you’re supposed to be reading, but it’s too late to ask now - you’ve looked like enough of a fool today already. Quickly packing your bag, you try to make your escape but as you are heading toward the door the TA calls out to you. Shit.
“I just need to get your name - for attendance,” he tells you as you turn back around.
“Oh… yeah,” you reply. You silently curse yourself for how stupid you sound. You tell him your name and he makes note of your attendance in his notes. You try to escape again but not before he sticks his hand out to you.
“Seungkwan,” he introduces himself. You make the mistake of looking into those big round doe eyes again. He was even more beautiful up close. SHIT.
You shake his hand, trying to do so as quickly as possible, but he has a very strong grip.
“Nice to have you in class,” he says warmly.
“Nicetomeetyoutoo!” you reply, taking your hand back and turning to dart out the door before he can get another word in.
You don’t look back, so you don’t see how his eyes are glued to you as you hurriedly exit the classroom.
—
You thought after a few classes you’d get over your dumb little crush on your TA, but four weeks into the semester and it’s only gotten worse. Now that you know where the stupid building is, you always make sure to arrive to Discussion early so you can snag a seat in the very back - as far away from him as you can manage - but this only allows your mind to wander. Watching him from the back of the class, you’ve unintentionally memorized his subtle habits: the way he takes his glasses case out of his bag at the beginning of each class, opening it and wiping the lenses clean with a cloth before placing them on his face with two hands, delicately moving his hair off to the side as not to obscure his vision; the way he leans against the desk, resting his weight on his palms as he listens to the students engage in conversation about the current book; the way he holds his well-worn copy in his left hand when referencing the text, flipping through the dog-eared pages filled with highlights and notes written in ink in the margins, laying the book on the desk pages-down to preserve his place when he goes to write important points on the chalkboard; the way he carefully erases the board as not to create a cloud of dust, wiping his hands together away from his body as not to get chalk on his perfectly pressed clothes; the way he focuses so intently when somebody is speaking, maintaining eye contact and nodding his head slightly, giving them his full attention.
That last one is why you never say a word in that class. You’re pretty sure you would combust on the spot.
Unfortunately, your entire grade for the Discussion portion of the course is based on actually engaging in the discussion - and based on your participation thus far you were right on track for getting an entire zero. I’ll say something next week, you tell yourself - then next week rolls around and you don’t say a damn thing. And repeat. You just hope Seungkwan doesn’t say anything to you.
But he does.
You freeze upon hearing your name as you’re gathering your belongings at the end of session. You look up and meet his gaze, doing your best to maintain a relaxed demeanor. It’s only a little eye contact, just chill.
“Yeah, what’s up?” you respond nonchalantly. He gives you a bit of an inquisitive look, so you add on a polite smile.
“I’ve noticed you haven’t participated at all during discussion so far - you know that’s what I have to grade you on, right?”
“Oh yeah, um- I’ve been… I’ll work on that.”
The look on his face tells you he’s not convinced. “I graded your first essay - you showed exemplary comprehension and your analysis was one of the best ones I’ve read.”
You feel your stomach do a flip. The sudden praise caught you off guard.
“Oh uh, thank you,” you stammer, trying not to display how flustered you are but undoubtedly failing.
You make the mistake (again) of making direct eye contact with Seungkwan. It lasts maybe two seconds, but feels like time has slowed; the world has stopped; nothing matters but you and him, standing alone in this room together. You’ve never wanted to impulsively kiss somebody this bad in your life.
You force yourself back to reality.
Seungkwan continues. “But, if you’re having some trouble with this particular novel,” he says as he holds up his book, “you can always stop by my office hours with any questions.”
You glance at his copy of Dracula. It’s a standard size paperback, but it looks small in his hand - a hand so strong and defined, yet elegant, fingers long and graceful…
Nope. Not gonna think about that right now.
“I hold them every Thursday from 3-5pm - in this building, room 430. Top floor - all the way at the end of the hallway.”
You nod - looking at him without making direct eye contact. “Cool cool. I’ll uh… Thanks, I might take you up on that.”
“Of course,” he replies matter-of-factly. He pauses, then adds with a slight smile, “It is my job after all.”
Picking up his coat, he heads toward the door, and you follow. He holds the door open for you; as you pass by him you catch the scent of his cologne: woody but fresh, notes of patchouli and bergamot. You utter a soft “Thank you”. He nods chivalrously.
Exiting the discussion room, he starts heading in the opposite direction as you. “See ya around!” you blurt out suddenly. He pauses - turning over his shoulder, he nods once more at you. “Have a good one,” he responds cordially. Maybe you’re seeing things, but his eyes seem to linger on you for a split second longer than one would expect.
You watch him walk away for as long as you can get away with without being detected.
As you make your way to the gym you ruminate over what he told you. Office hours. You didn’t really see a need to go - you weren’t actually having any trouble with the book. And of course office hours are open to all students, but the chance that you might be alone in a room with him again, having a one-on-one conversation…
You try to push the thought aside. You arrive to yoga, prepared to clear your head - but you spend the whole class thinking about Seungkwan. You head home after class, sitting on the bus with your headphones in, blasting your favorite album - but still your mind dwells on your TA. You get home and sit down to continue the novel, reading the next chapter - but you quickly give up. You’re absorbing none of the story, so you’d have to reread it anyway.
Maybe you will go to office hours after all.
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Thursday. You’ve been trying not to think about Seungkwan’s office hours, but of course it’s just the white bear experiment all over again - the harder you tried, the more you ended up thinking about it. Your last class - Statistics - ends at 3:30pm, so you have all day to debate whether to go or not. Damn him for holding them so late in the day.
Your Stats professor could not be a more uninteresting lecturer if he tried. You spend most of the class stifling your yawns as you do your best to pay attention, to no avail. Finally, the clock hits 3:30 and class is dismissed. You have to make your decision now - so naturally you end up going to the library to procrastinate said decision and mull it over some more.
After many wasted minutes trying (and failing) to get some homework done, you check the time: 4:19pm. With a sigh you open up your book to leaf through the pages, looking for something you could make up some bullshit question about. Nothing. Mildly peeved, you open your laptop and pull up trusty sparknotes.com. All the discussion questions seem too juvenile, and you’re pretty sure you’d manage to make a fool of yourself if you tried to ask a question you already knew the answer to.
You decide to abandon your plan to drop by with specific questions and instead just hope and pray there will be other students there so you can simply join in on their conversations. If there aren’t… you’ll just have to figure that out when you get there.
You make your way to the Literature Studies building, realizing upon your arrival there is no elevator - and your destination is on the top floor. Cursing the building for being old, you trek up the stairs in search of room 430, which - as he mentioned - appears to be at the very end of the hallway. Nearly there, you abruptly decide to backtrack to the restroom you passed to check yourself in the mirror real quick, which turns out to be a mistake because now you’re hyperaware of how anxious (and for some reason, frumpy) you look right now. Nice going you idiot.
Doing your best to make yourself presentable, you tussle your hair a bit and fix the collar of your shirt back to its proper position. You decide it’s good enough and go to exit the bathroom, pausing when you remember that you have a tinted lip balm you threw in your bag last minute. Rummaging through your bag for a solid 20 seconds, you find the tube at the very bottom and hastily apply it to your lips. Taking a step back, you take a final glance at your reflection - the balm is neutral-colored and fairly subtle, but makes you look slightly less dead. You’ll take the W.
You make your way back down the hallway toward room 430. Approaching the end of the hall, you hear voices engaged in conversation. You pull out your phone to quickly check the time: 22 minutes of office hours remaining. Good enough, I guess. You’re three steps away from the doorway when you hear a familiar voice chime in - a voice soft and soothing, confident without being cocky. You proceed to enter the office before you have a chance to process how it’s making you feel.
You find yourself in a room small yet cozy - bookshelves built into the wall that go all the way up to the ceiling, stacked with endless literature: many classics you’ve heard of, many others you haven’t. There’s no overhead lighting, but two antique-ish looking floor lamps illuminate the room with a warm-toned glow. An old, large mahogany desk fills nearly half the room, its accompanying chair vacant. Two fellow classmates are seated in the two smaller chairs facing the dark leather loveseat upon which your TA is currently sitting - reclined, one leg over the other knee, hand on the open book laying face down on the couch next to him. The three faces turn to look at you as you enter, bringing their conversation to a halt. You fucking hate being collectively perceived in any circumstance, but something about the intimacy of the room makes this particular situation even worse than usual. You feel your face start to turn warm but you quickly shove the embarrassment back down. Not today.
Seungkwan greets you amiably, your name sounding sweet in his mellow voice. “Glad you could make it! Come on in, have a seat.” He picks up the paperback by his side and sets it on his lap, motioning for you to sit next to him.
Right. Next. To. Him.
Ignoring the million panic alarms going off in your head, you force a small smile and take your seat. The couch is even smaller than it seemed - there’s maybe two feet between you and him. You’re greeted with the inviting scent of his cologne.
The two students resume their discussion. You sit there mostly in silence, nodding along, trying not to fixate on Seungkwan’s closeness. But it’s hard to focus on anything other than that - like, really hard.
The twenty-ish minutes pass rather quickly, and the conversation that you’ve contributed nothing to starts to wrap up. The two other students begin packing their bags. You pull out your phone to check the time - 4:57pm. A sense of relief washes over you as you’ll be forced to leave now - no more sitting there anxiously not knowing what to say - but you’re also feeling a little sulky about leaving so soon. You politely say goodbye back to your classmates, who are already on their way out the door. You go to put on your jacket only to discover you never took it off (no wonder it felt so warm in here). Grabbing your book and tossing it in your backpack, you hurry to leave as well before you manage to do or say something to embarrass yourself.
“Bye! Thank you!” you say cheerily as you step out the door.
“Y/n?”
You stop in your tracks. You turn around to face Seungkwan, who is still sitting on the couch, reclined, with his arm now laying across the back where you just were. That makes you feel a lot of things, which you promptly ignore.
“Yeah?” you reply, hoping a smile will cover your nervousness.
“I believe you took my book.”
You stand there for a moment, confused, before you realize you never took your own copy out. The one you hastily threw into your bag was his. So much for not embarrassing yourself.
“Oh my god I’m SO sorry!!” you blurt out, swinging your backpack around and hurrying to retrieve it.
“It’s alright,” he says with a soft chuckle. “I did set it right next to you.”
You grab his copy out of your bag and hold it out to him sheepishly. He stands up and takes the book in his hand, his fingers brushing yours slightly. You’ve never been electrocuted, but you’re pretty sure what just jolted through your body was a similar sensation.
“Did you have any questions about the book?” he asks before you can bolt out the door. “You didn’t say much in our discussion today-” You open your mouth to apologize again, but he gently puts his hand up to stop you. “I just want to make sure I can help you if you came here with something specific in mind.”
“Oh, um…” You hesitate, fiddling with your coat sleeve. You decide to tell the truth.
“Honestly, not really. I kinda just came here to get an idea of how I can participate during class. Cuz, y’know. Don’t really want a zero.”
Seungkwan nods. “Your essays have been very good, I know you’re a highly capable student.”
You try not to blush. You know he’s just talking about your coursework, but accepting compliments is not your forté.
“I’m just… not a literature student, so I’m not used to taking classes like these. I guess I just get a little nervous that I’m gonna say something stupid.” You’re not sure why you’re telling him all this.
“As long as you’ve read and understood the text, you won’t sound stupid - I promise.”
You look down at the floor. Maybe these are normal things for TAs to say to students, but the fact that you’re kind of in love with him is not helping right now.
“Besides,” he continues, “I’m the one grading you. I assure you you’ll get a good grade as long as you participate.”
“Well, that’s good news,” you say with a contented smile. You do feel reassured by his words. “Thanks again,” you say, as you turn to leave.
“Oh, and y/n?”
You lock eyes with him, a recurring habit you seem to be unable to quit.
“If you ever can’t make my office hours, feel free to email me. I’m sure we can find another time to meet one-on-one.���
One-on-one???
“Oh cool, I… appreciate that.” Does he say that to all his students?? He must, right? Don’t be delusional…
He nods courteously. “See you in class.”
“You too!” you add brightly as you finally head out the door. This time you do look back to see him still looking at you, with an ambiguous look on his face that you cannot decipher.
For the rest of the week, for once, you find yourself looking forward to Tuesday.
—
Tuesday. You resume your usual very-back-of-the-room spot for Discussion - but this time you finally engage in the class’ conversation. You still feel kinda dumb about it, but your TA’s promise of giving you a good grade so long as you participate sticks with you. Besides, who gives a shit what the other students think of you. There is only one person in that room whose opinion you care about, and you seem to have his approval, for reasons unclear to you. Maybe you are just a decent student. But the fact that there’s maybe something else there… You don’t let yourself develop delusions of grandeur, but there’s no crime in being cautiously optimistic.
On Thursday you find yourself back at office hours, this time arriving a bit earlier - though much to your chagrin the two other students from last time are there again. You’re not sure exactly what you were hoping for if it was just you alone, especially considering you still don’t have any specific questions about the book, but you were kind of hoping it would happen anyway. But alas, you partake in office hours with company. You actually find yourself enjoying these literary discussions a bit, now that you (sort of) know how to engage with them properly.
And so you become a regular at Seungkwan’s office hours - Thursday afternoons quickly becoming the highlight of your week. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happens between you two - and there’s always other students there whenever you attend - but you don’t see any harm in enjoying your time spent with him.
Per usual, though, as finals approach more and more students start attending as well. One week you show up at 3pm sharp, only to find five students already there asking questions about their essays. You acknowledge that it’s probably just wishful thinking, but he does seem genuinely pleased to see you - pausing his conversation briefly to greet you, your name spoken warmly with a smile on his face. You make a mental note that he doesn’t greet anyone else who enters by name.
Seungkwan maintains a very patient and polite composure, but you get the sense that he is rather irked at the several students who are more or less trying to get him to write part of their essays for them. You chat for a few minutes with a friendly classmate you’ve become acquainted with, but ultimately you both give up on trying to talk to the TA and decide to leave. You sneak a quick glance back as you exit, catching Seungkwan’s eye right before you’re out of his line of sight. Though perhaps you weren’t so sneaky, because once you’re in the hallway your classmate nudges you with her elbow and teases, “Ooooh you have a crush on him don’t you?”
You scoff. “Oh please.”
“No seriously, he looked like a sad puppy seeing you go. You should ask him out.”
You roll your eyes and give her a “Yeah, right,” before casually changing the subject. But her comment sticks with you, and for days your mind keeps coming back to it. You’re hesitant to jump to conclusions, but the fact that she noticed it too… Perhaps you will shoot your shot after all.
—
Taking advantage of the fact that you didn’t get a chance to speak with him during his regular office hours, you decide to take Seungkwan up on his offer. You did rewrite the email about 15 times, erase it repeatedly, and almost give up entirely, but in the end you came up with a message you deemed solidly good enough:
Hi Seungkwan,
I was wondering if you have any availability to meet to discuss the current essay. I have a few questions that I feel would be easier to convey in person. I understand finals are a very busy time though, so if you aren’t available I completely understand.
Thank you.
You hit send at 11:57pm on Sunday night, so you figure you’ll get a response the next morning. Before you can even close your laptop, you get an email notification.
Hi y/n,
I’d be happy to meet with you. Are you available Tuesday evening after 6pm? I apologize for the odd hours, but that would be the most ideal time for me. However, if that does not work for you I’m sure we can figure something out.
Seungkwan
You sit and stare at your screen rereading it for a good five minutes. You hit the reply button.
Sure, that works for me! Thank you - I really appreciate it.
The light ping of a notification returns within seconds.
Of course, y/n. See you then.
You shut your laptop, your hand resting on top of it as your mind races, rapidly cycling between excited and anxious. You keep telling yourself to lower your expectations: you’re simply meeting with your TA to discuss your essay - which, you don’t actually have any questions about, so now you’ll have to make some shit up. But that can be a tomorrow problem. Tonight, you go to bed, half-coherent thoughts of literature, exams, and a certain pair of soft brown eyes floating around in your mind as you drift off to sleep.
—
You wake up on Tuesday and immediately enter into panic mode. You can’t seem to focus on anything other than your date meeting with Seungkwan later - which of course you expected, but it’s pretty inconvenient considering you have so much to do with finals rapidly drawing near. Your Discussion class is finished for the semester, so you won’t be seeing him until evening - you’re not sure if this makes things better or worse, but it is what it is. You spend the entire afternoon in the library, sitting amongst the stacks, sort of studying but mostly doing a whole fucking lot of daydreaming instead.
After several hours of minimal productivity, you check the time: 5:36pm. You feel your heart start to beat faster. Since you’re clearly not going to get anything else done, you pack up your belongings and make your way to the Literature building. Might as well get there a little early.
You climb the four flights of stairs to the top floor, the building strangely empty. Making your way down to the very end of the hallway you wonder if Seungkwan will even be there yet or if you’ve arrived early for nothing - but as you approach you notice the door is ajar, the unexpected sound of alt rock music greeting your ears. You knock lightly on the doorframe as you poke your head into the office. Seungkwan, seated behind the large mahogany desk, seemingly absorbed in something on his laptop, looks up - you’ve clearly caught him a bit off guard.
“Hi, sorry - I’m a little early,” you apologize.
His face lights up in a warm smile. “No, uh - that’s alright!” he replies cheerfully. “Go ahead, take a seat,” he says as he gestures to the couch.
You plop your backpack down on the ground and remove your coat, carefully tucking your skirt (a rare choice of clothing for you, but you figured fuck it, why not) under yourself as you take a seat on the comfy sofa. Seungkwan turns the music down to a faintly audible volume and rises from his desk chair, making his way over to you. You expected him to sit in the armchair across from you, but he comes and joins you on the couch instead. You can practically hear the rapid thumpthumpthumpthump of your heartbeat.
“So, tell me about your essay,” he starts. His eyes linger on yours. “What did you have questions about?”
Nonchalantly taking a deep breath, you take out your laptop and open it, pulling up your draft file. You basically had your paper planned out already, but you made up some questions to ask so as not to give away the fact that you literally had no academic reason to be here. You begin to explain your first question, which turns out to be an extremely difficult feat with him not only sitting so close to you, but also gazing at you softly, listening intently. You decide to avoid eye contact almost entirely.
You chat about your essay topic for what feels like an eternity (you glance at the clock on your computer - it’s been 14 minutes). You’re in the middle of discussing the second point of your thesis when he interjects.
“Y/n, why are you really here?”
You feel the blood drain from your face. He’s onto me. It’s over.
“It’s very clear that you understand the book perfectly well. I really don’t think you need my help.”
You slowly look up at him, hesitating before opening your mouth to try and bullshit some response, but nothing comes out.
“You know, I don’t normally schedule one-on-one office hours with students outside of my usual times.”
The blood comes rushing back to your cheeks. You feel like a fucking idiot.
“I’msosorry,” you blurt out. “I really wasn’t trying to waste your time I-”
“That’s not what I mean, y/n.”
You freeze. Does he mean…
Before you can even finish that thought he kisses you.
His hand cradles your face gently, drawing you closer to him as he presses his lips onto yours, electricity pulsing through your entire body - all you can think about is the way his lips feel, the way he softly brushes your cheek with his thumb, the way you want to throw your laptop across the room and throw yourself onto him so you can kiss him even more.
As if he read your mind, he reaches down (still kissing you) and closes your laptop, picking it up and setting it aside carefully. You lap now vacant, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body into his, his soft kiss becoming more fervent. Your hand rests on his chest as you kiss him back - you feel the energy of his heart beating, at the same pace as yours, through the cozy sweater he has on. After several seconds (minutes? hours?) his lips part from yours, the sudden lack of sensation leaving you immediately longing for more; they linger mere inches from your face as your eyes meet his sensuous gaze.
“Just one second,” he says in a voice barely above a whisper.
Seungkwan gets up and swiftly shuts the door - you hear the deep, satisfying thunk of the old door closing, followed by the subtle click of the lock. He then walks over to the desk to turn the music up to a decent volume before making his way back over to the couch. He barely resumes his seat before grasping onto you desperately, his face buried as he begins to kiss your neck. You let out a sigh at the unexpected sensation, wrapping your arms around his torso and drawing him in even tighter. His large hands caress your back as if trying to commit your shape to memory, as your hand slowly makes its way down his side - stopping when you reach his belt, resting on the waistline of his jeans which are very obviously becoming tighter by the second.
You hesitate at first, but eventually your hand continues downward; Seungkwan sharply inhales as it lands on his growing bulge, his body tensing up against yours. He pulls his face from the crook of your neck, his lips immediately finding yours again, indulging in another kiss as he pulls you over onto his lap. You begin making out with him, your hand holding his warm, flushed cheek; your core, now exposed aside from the barrier of your underwear, presses against the hardness in his pants, causing soft moans to escape from the both of you. Before long, your hips begin to rock back and forth, grinding on his clothed cock - lightly at first, but with increasing intensity. You break away from his kiss; he looks at you, his eyelids heavy.
“Y/n…” he breathes out as he starts to kiss you again, “you don’t know how… wanted you so bad…”
“Me too,” you mutter.
He slides his hand under your skirt, finding your clit and beginning to circle it gently through your soaked underwear, causing you to whine softly.
“Oh fuck, you’re so wet,” he says in a low, husky voice, his fingertips increasing their pace against the sensitive bud. He then slips his finger under the hem of your panties, pulling them aside to expose your already-swollen cunt, the sharpness of the cool air hitting its wetness. You cry out as he slides one finger into you, followed by another, his thumb continuing to caress your clit. Your hips begin to rock again, fucking yourself against his perfectly-curled fingers that are hitting you in all the right spots, your speed quickly increasing with the overwhelming pleasure that has taken over your entire body. You feel it welling in your stomach, your orgasm growing nearer with each movement. You’re about to lose it when he slows your pace, looking at you with lust-filled eyes - you can tell what it is he wants.
You reach down and undo his belt, unfastening his button and drawing down the zipper. His jeans out of the way, you pull the band of his underwear down, freeing his hardened cock - he lets out a groan as you begin to stroke its length. Precum has already begun to form, your fingers taking the wetness and gliding it over the head.
“Please… wanna fuck you so bad…” He’s practically whimpering at this point.
You slide your pussy up and down his length a few times, causing him to recline his head against the couch as he breathes heavily. Finally you take his cock in your hand, placing it at your entrance and lowering yourself onto him, crying out at the sudden sensation of fullness. He groans as you slowly begin to ride him, his length hitting you in the perfect spot; you have to bite your lip to control yourself from becoming too loud - it feels even better than you’d ever imagined.
You begin to pick up the pace, bouncing on his cock as the sensation in your stomach begins to build again, even stronger now with him inside you. Your cries involuntarily become louder, prompting him to place his other hand over your mouth.
“Shhh, baby - don’t want anyone to hear us.”
You nod, tears welling in your eyes.
His soft grunts become more frequent - you can tell he’s getting close. Your walls squeeze around him tightly as you’re also nearing orgasm. He drops his hand from your mouth so he can grab onto your hips with both hands, holding you tight as he thrusts into you, full of vigor.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” he says, his voice low and gruff.
“Want you to cum in me,” you reply breathily. He nods eagerly. You’re nearly there yourself. You cling to his face, giving him one more kiss before you can’t hold it in any longer.
“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum,” you manage to get out before the white-hot sensation takes over your whole body. You cry out, your walls clenching around him, immediately sending him over the edge - his cock pulses as you feel his cum release inside you.
As you come down from your high your body melts into his as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in. He plants a few soft kisses on your cheek as you sink into him, his cock still inside you. You lay there peacefully for an unknown amount of minutes, the rock music still playing in the background as he rubs your back gently. Eventually you sit up, pressing your nose against his.
“Does this mean I get an A?” you ask jokingly.
He laughs, his nose crinkling as he smiles. “You were going to get one anyway, I assure you the fact that I just had the best sex of my life will have no impact on your grade.”
You break out into laughter. You pause, then ask hesitantly, “Soooo, what does this mean?”
His brown eyes rest on yours. “Well, I suppose we’ll have to figure that out later,” he says pragmatically. A slight tinge of sadness comes across your face, but before you can say anything he continues.
“How does tonight over dinner sound?”
You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile back at him.
“I think that sounds perfect.”
[end]
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chicken — bsk
summary: the teasing between you and your best friend gets taken a bit too far
tags: smut (minors dni!), best friends!au, non-idol!au
warnings: sexual content, grinding, boob sucking
wc: 1.9k
an: this man is SO FINE why aren’t more people obsessed with him
You and Seungkwan are sitting, listening to K-Pop, as two besties do, when Seungkwan suddenly starts to speak. “You know, I kind of think this album was a bit over hyped.”
“What?!” You screech, jumping to your feet. You’re in utter disbelief that your best friend would just insult your favorite album like that. “Take that back right now Boo Seungkwan!”
“You’re just mad I’m telling the truth,” Seungkwan scoffs.
“It wasn’t over-hyped! It was one of the best albums of the year. You’re just mad that your favorite album didn’t even make it on the charts.” You know it’s a low blow, but Seungkwan 100% started the fight.
“That’s not fair!” Seungkwan shouts, jumping to his feet as well. “They’re a new group!”
“They debuted two years ago! Plenty of groups have charted even within the first few months of debuting.”
You’re used to getting into petty fights with your best friend over everything and anything. Which shirt looks better on him, what kind of coffee is best, if his face looks puffy or not. So you know all of the right arguments to make and buttons to push.
“Just admit that the album wasn’t their best work,” Seungkwan gets in your face.
“I will when you finally admit that their whole discography is some of the best work in the K-Pop industry.” You step closer to him, pressing your chest up against his.
“Yeah right. They’re good, but not the best. You’re just delusional.”
“And you can’t admit you’re wrong.”
“Like you’re right?”
“I always am, aren’t I?” You smirk and Seungkwan rolls his eyes so hard you’re afraid they’re going to pop out of their sockets. He gets you’re just teasing him at this point.
“I’m the reason you listen to K-Pop in the first place.”
“Yet, I still have better opinions than you.”
“You’re literally insane. You’re obsessed with being right and you wouldn't know good music opinions if they smacked you in the face.”
If you were talking to anyone other than Seungkwan, you might have gotten offended, but this is Seungkwan, you know he’s just hot headed and doesn’t mean it. Instead you just smirk at him.
“Ooh you wanna kiss me so bad,” you say in a teasing tone.
Seungkwan scoffs and finally pulls back a bit. It’s not uncommon for either of you to pull a line like that out. “Oh, shut up.”
Normally neither of you would be bothered by it, but you want to push Seungkwan a bit more. “What? Too scared?”
“To what? Kiss you? Please, I'd be doing you a favor.”
“Yeah?” You lean in towards Seungkwan.
“Yeah.” Seungkwan leans in closer.
“Then do it, chicken.”
There’s always been a sort of…tension between you and your best friend. Always toeing the line of being something more than just best friends. Years of built up arguments and hot-headedness; Chan once described it as “sexual tension so thick it suffocated him”. Neither of you talk about it, but it’s always a bit apparent.
Seungkwan leans in closer, you do the same. You can feel his breath against your face as you two are only a few inches apart. Your throat is tight as you hear the thud of your heart rapidly pounding against your chest.
“Still have time to back out,” you say in a low voice, doing your best to ignore your own reaction to Seungkwan being so close.
“No way,” Seungkwan responds, pressing your noses up against each other. Your lips are basically brushing, just mere millimeters apart.
“C’mon Seungkwan, don’t be a pussy.”
That’s all it takes for Seungkwan to close the gap, pulling your body against his as he captures your lips. The kiss is harsh and Seungkwan’s pressing a bit too hard, but you don’t pull away, grabbing onto him too.
He tastes like a mix of the americano he was sipping on earlier and the slice of cake you two shared for lunch. The bittersweet taste lingers on his lips and you do your best to lap it all up, taking in as much of Seungkwan as you can.
His skin feels soft under your fingertips and as you grip his face, squeezing his cheeks so you can pull him closer to you. Realistically you know you don’t have to be holding him so tightly, frantic to burn this moment in your memory like it will completely disappear if you two pull apart. You’re not thinking realistically though. All you’re thinking about is Seungkwan and Seungkwan kissing you and Seungkwan’s hands on your waist and Seungkwan’s fresh scent in your nostrils and Seungkwan’s tongue swiping over your lips and Seungkwan, Seungkwan, Seungkwan. You want more of him, despite already having all of him.
You don’t feel too bad about wanting Seungkwan so desperately though, because he seems to be in the same boat. His fingers dig into your shirt, gripping the fabric so tightly it pulls taught against your stomach. His body is practically shaking in your grip as he presses against you harder and harder, his tongue licking into your mouth to taste you better. You can hear the soft mewling noises he makes when you suck on his tongue.
This has been a long time coming and you two put all your years of pent up feelings into the kiss. You barely take a break for air, panting into each other’s mouths for a few seconds before diving right back in. Your hands have moved into Seungkwan’s hair, fisting the soft strands between your fingers. Seungkwan’s hands have been rubbing up and down your torso for a few minutes now and it sends a warm thrill through your body.
You feel Seungkwan tug at your waist as he walks backwards, falling onto the couch when it hits the back of his knees. He pulls you down with him, tumbling onto his lap. He helps you get situated in his lap, positioning you so you’re straddling his thighs, your core placed right over his crotch. You can feel the bulge of Seungkwan’s cock pressing up against his shorts and you’re glad that you’re not the only one whose gotten worked up from the kissing, your panties drenched from your arousal.
“Kwannie,” you whine out, soft and needy. You roll your hips experimentally, slow and teasing, and you relish in the gasp that Seungkwan lets out, his fingers digging into your thighs.
He throws his head back a bit, panting his breaths out. “Fuck, do that again.”
You do, dragging your clothed cunt over his lap, grinding against his confined cock. You can feel the pressure against your clit, sending thrums of pleasure through your body. You repeat the motion, over and over again against Seungkwan’s lap, pleasuring both you and him.
Seungkwan has now buried his face in your chest, kissing at your exposed cleavage. Your mind has quickly fogged with lust as you ball the back of Seungkwan’s shirt up in your fists. Your body feels so fucking good right now, but you need more. Reluctantly you pull back from Seungkwan, climbing out of his lap.
Your best friend whines at you, sending you a confused look. You don’t answer, just start to shed your pants, pushing them off your hips and down your legs. Seungkwan’s eyes light up when he sees you doing this and he does the same, quickly kicking his shorts off onto the floor. You lick your lips at the sight of strong, thick, pale thighs on display for you and you think about how you wouldn’t mind your head being crushed by them. You can’t think about that just yet though.
You tug your shirt over your head as well, leaving you in just your bra and panties. When you climb back onto Seungkwan’s lap you lift his shirt over his head as well, discarding it with the rest of your clothes.
With two layers gone now, you can feel the definition of Seungkwan’s cock much better now against your folds. Your panties are drenched by now and leave little to no barrier of your cunt against Seungkwan’s boxers. You’re sure you’re getting his own underwear wet as well, your slick seeping through his boxers and rubbing up against his length.
With both of your shirts off now, you can feel the heat coming off of Seungkwan’s body. Your bare skin feels nice pressed up against his, giving you another layer of closeness to your best friend. Seungkwan’s fingers trace circles against your hip as you speed up your hips.
“Y/N,” Seungkwan mumbles against your ear and you pull back to look at his face. His eyes are droopy with desire and his lips are plump from all of the kissing. You’ve mussed up his hair from burying your fingers in it and you can’t help but grin at just how fine he looks right now.
“Kwannie?”
His fingers move up your back and flick at the clasp of your bra. “Can I please…?”
You nod and it takes barely a second before your bra is on the floor as well, your tits bare to the room. He paws at them, squeezing them and tugging at your nipples and you arch your back into his touch. You lean back and brace your hands on his knees, grinding down harder when you feel his lips wrap around one of the buds, sucking it into his mouth.
Your body is desperate to cum now, your limbs trembling as you struggle to remember to breathe. Seungkwan’s body is pushed forwards with his arms wrapped tight around your waist as he continues to attack your chest with his mouth.
You can feel that you’re so close, your body starting to tensen up. You can feel Seungkwan’s hips thrusting up to meet your grinds, his hard cock knocking against your clit over and over again. Under you, Seungkwan is a mess, panting and whimpering as his fingers bruise your sides with how hard he’s gripping you. His mouth has gotten sloppy, his mind too fuzzy to put his complete focus into sucking your tits.
Your whole body feels on fire and the only way to extinguish it is to get your release. You’re not sure your legs can keep doing this for much longer though. Your cunt is clenching around nothing, desperate to cum. Just when you feel like you’re about to die from how pent up you are, your orgasm hits you like a train. Your legs shake as you cling onto Seungkwan, your head falling against his shoulder.
Seungkwan thrusts his hips up against you, before he’s shaking too, painting the inside of his boxers white with his release. You pull your head away from Seungkwan’s shoulder, bringing your lips to his once more. Your two kiss messily, all wet and warm and sloppy as you two come down from your highs. Your body is satiated for now and when you pull away from Seungkwan he looks content as well, a pretty post orgasm glow illuminating his face.
“I think we needed that,” you finally break the silence. Seungkwan laughs. With his arms still around your waist, he rolls over so he’s laying on the couch, your body tucked into his side. You snuggle even closer, burying your head into his neck.
“Should we talk about it?” Seungkwan asks after a couple moments of silence.
You snort. “Yeah probably. Let’s take a nap first.”
“Yeah okay,” Seungkwan agrees, wrapping his arms around you tighter, content to work things out later.
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not-so-secret glances ||bsk||
Summary- Seungkwan catches you staring at his hands and decides to have a little fun.
based on an anon req- hope you liked this !! pt.2
You loved nights like these- tucked away in bed, book in hand with your boyfriend beside you, doing his own thing. The domesticity of laying together in comfortable silence made your heart swell. Seungkwan could be your forever. You hoped one day, he would.
While you read, the soft noises of Seungkwan's phone caught your attention. He was playing Kart Rider. Cute. You peaked over to glance at his progress, but something else seemed to have caught your eye. His fingers.
How he moved them, so deftly across the screen, had you squirming. You squeezed your thighs together, hoping to dull the ache between your legs, and tore your gaze away, returning to your book. About a minute later, however, your eyes found their way back to his hands.
The book in your lap was now long forgotten, lying face down. Your eyes scanned over each digit, noting the pale skin that let his veins peak through just right. Each long, slender finger, had you drooling. They'd reach so deep within you- touch the spots you never could.
You didn't even realise how long you'd been staring for, until a gravely voice breaks you out of your trance.
"I can see you y'know," His eyes remain on the screen in front of him, and he continues, "if you're gonna stare, at least make it less obvious, doll"
Your eyes snap back to the shamelessly discarded book on your lap, and you mumble "I'm not- I wasn't staring"
"hm? so those weren't your eyes burning holes into my phone?"
"I don't know what you're talking about"
Oh you have his attention now.
Seungkwan turns to face you, clicking his phone off as a crease sets in his brow.
"you don't know what I'm talking about, baby? are you sure?"
You nod, unable to meet his gaze.
"liar," he tuts, "I know you were looki-"
"I- I wasn't!"
Seungkwan shoots you a warning glare, and your mouth seals shut. He tosses his phone aside, pulling you under him as he grabs your face.
"do you really wanna lie to me, sweetheart?"
The icy tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine. Part of you wants to be a brat, continue lying, but you know better. Your boyfriend's got a bit of a mean streak, and you have no intention of pushing him today. You shake your head, wide eyes staring up into his.
"good. now tell me, what were you staring at so intently, hm?"
You look away, gulping thickly at the saliva in your throat. It's quiet for a moment. Seungkwan's jaw ticks, its muscles flexing at your lack of response. He tugs your face closer, lowering his own, and whispers against your lips- "oh no, baby you don't get to keep quiet today,"
"you either tell me and I give you a reward, or you keep your mouth shut and I leave you high and dry- don't think I haven't noticed how you've kept your thighs pressed together,"
"h-hands, I was looking at your hands," you whimper urgently, "please don't be mean kwannie"
"mmm that depends, baby- can you be good? can you be a good girl for me?"
"yes-" your voice comes out embarrassingly breathy, "so good for you"
Seungkwan's hand cups your face, finally connecting your lips to his. It's slow and needy and painfully desperate. You can't help the way your hands pull him closer, fisting his shirt, tugging his hair.
His tongue licks into you, exploring the cavern of your mouth with such precision, you find it hard to keep up. Already struggling to breathe, you feel your senses heighten when he trails a hand down to your clit, slipping under your panties.
"kw-kwannie wai-" you gasp, "oh my god"
His fingers circle your clit, toying around with the sensitive bud while you moan into his mouth. It's hard to focus with him everywhere.
Just as you think he can't push you further, Seungkwan tugs at your bottom lip, nipping it with his teeth as he pulls away ever so slightly. It's a simple act- kiss, bite, pull- but god it has your brain fuzzing over.
You moan, hips bucking into his hand, and he takes full advantage by slipping a long digit into your sopping heat.
"oh"
Your lips hang open, and he grins, pulling away.
"you gonna cum, sweetheart? hm? gonna cum like this?"
A pathetic whimper slips past your lips, "please 'm'so close". Seungkwan grins.
"I know, baby- but you can wait, can't you? you can be good for kwannie, yeah?"
You clench around his finger, whimpering as you nod. Anything for Seungkwan. Anything.
The stretch of your walls isn't much, but it burns when you have to hold yourself back while his fingers continue their movement. His thumb pushes down on your clit and you let out a sob, tears welling in your eyes.
"aw," he coos, a faux pout gracing his features "don't cry pretty- all you have to do is ask,"
"please,"
"you can do better than that, doll, c'mon"
"kwannie please it hurts- I've been good, I've been- fuck- so good"
"have you? little liar-"
"m'sorry-" you sob, "m'sorry, sorry sorry sorr-"
Seungkwan gives in to your desperate pleas, shoving the digit deeper into you, and you cry out.
"oh baby, I know- I know, let go for me, kay? that's it pretty, just like- fuck just like that"
You tremble under the weight of your orgasm, a string of moans leaving your parted lips. Seungkwan eases you through it, whispering quiet praise into your ears before collecting your arousal with his fingers and popping them into his mouth.
He groans.
"so fucking sweet-"
Before you can process his words, he pushes his lips back onto yours, and you can taste yourself on his tongue.
Breaths escape you too fast for your liking, and you find yourself pulling away for air within seconds.
"colour?" he asks so sweetly you almost forget how mean he was being.
"green"
Seungkwan slots his thigh between your legs, pushing up until your cunt presses flush against his hard muscle. "you know what to do, doll"
A whine escapes you and he pushes harder, "be good and I'll give you a reward, hm? how's that?". You moan, grinding up against his thigh while your hands roam his back, urgently tugging at his clothes.
"so needy today," he says, amused. His pretty lips curl up into a sly smirk and you feel your hole flutter around nothing. "gettin' yourself off on my thigh like a good little girl"
"kwanniee-" Your voice draws out, extending into an 'uh' sound as your poor clit tugs against his skin. Your hips stutter momentarily and his eyes darken, narrowing at you.
"didn't tell you to stop." A hand makes its way up to your neck, and he squeezes, just enough to get you feeling light-headed. The weight of his hand against your throat has you drooling, and as if on cue, your body begins moving on its own- as if under some sort of spell.
"that's it, sweetheart,"
All you can do is moan in response, one hand clutching his wrist as he chokes you. Your body feels electric under his touch, skin on edge with every moment of contact. You know he sees it too with the way his pants tighten at your cries.
"kwa-nnie- m'close- can I cum? please?"
Your hips rut against his thigh, increasing in speed, and your eyes flutter closed. A sharp squeeze against your throat coaxes them open and Seungkwan licks his lips- "go ahead, doll"
A sob echoes through the room, followed by chants of his name, over and over, until he shuts you up with a passionate kiss. Your sounds, although muffled by his tongue in your throat, fill up the space. It was embarrassing almost, how he made you sing under his touch.
Your clit ached. It hurt how sensitive you were.
"so proud of my girl," he coos, pulling away, "you can gimme another, can't you, baby? on my tongue?"
Ignoring the electricity shooting up your body despite the lack of stimulation, you nod, breath hitching as he crawls down your body, leaving a trail of harsh purple bruises on his way to your cunt.
"you've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, y'know that?" He breaks off into a loud groan that reverberates against your cunt as his tongue latches itself onto your clit. You jump at the contact, almost losing yourself once again.
Licking you open, Seungkwan brings his hands to your inner thighs, splaying them open to get better access to your clit. He pulls the hood of your clit back with his thumb and traces around it with the tip of his tongue. The action sends you reeling. Your already-sensitive clit throbs under his tongue, you're certain he can feel it too when he pulls back, looking up at you.
"baby," he pouts, "you still sensitive?"
You nod.
"good."
Before you can even breathe, Seungkwan attacks your clit with full gusto- tongue lapping precisely at the throbbing nub as he inhaled your scent. You cry out and your hands tremble as they reach for his hair, fervently threading through his dark locks- whether to pull him closer or shove him away, you aren't sure.
Within moments you feel your orgasm build, yet again, a familiar coil tightening deep in your belly. Trembling limbs threaten to snap shut against Seungkwan's face, but his arms hold them in place, a low warning grunted against your clit.
"easy"
You knew better than to disobey. Your boyfriend wasn't above edging, teasing, anything, honestly. With your orgasm so close, you were on your best behaviour for him.
"m'sorry-" you gasped, tugging on his hair harder, "m'sorry- kwannie"
All he does is groan in response, feeling how you squirm under him. Must be close.
Seungkwan pushes harder with his tongue, spreading you wider, and flicks at your clit- this is your undoing.
Hot liquid coats his mouth, his chin, and your chest heaves like you've just run a marathon. Stars bloom behind your eyes. Your body feels like a live wire.
To tease just a little, he places a kiss on your clit- which you gasp and jolt away from- before crawling back up to you and pushing his lips against yours.
"I love you"
"mm I love you too kwannie- feel so good right now" You mumble, pulling him closer into a tight embrace.
"let's get you cleaned up, okay sweetheart?"
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✧ seungkwan x reader
✧ summary: you and seungkwan were new to relationships, and netiher of you felt rushed to do anything. six months in, and you both still haven't had sex. but then you start looking at his hands and thighs, and find you just can't help yourself.
✧ wc is approx 5.8k
✧ warnings/tags: virgin! reader, virgin! seungkwan; seungkwan is mentioned to be reader's first kiss. pet names, tons of consent; reader has a wild mind. reader is female-coded. awkward and sweet first times, laughter during sex. riding thighs; fingering; cumming in underwear. reader is demi coded. confessions during sex. seungkwan gets called (jokingly) princess except now i'm thinking abt it more. seungkwan is a romantic; mingyu is nosey; seungcheol has bad movie taste (sorry bb)
✧ note: send me a message if you think any more tags/warnings should be added! not edited. google told me i switch between british grammar and american, so if there's extra vowels thrown into places just ignore it :)
Seungkwan never made you feel rushed.
The two of you walked the path of your relationship at your own pace. Mingyu said the two of you were moving slowly, too slowly, but you never felt like you were. Your relationship moved at its own pace, one comfortable to the both of you, and neither of you minded it.
Your first kiss had been in your front hallway as he dropped you off after your first official date. He had bitten his lip, glancing between your mouth and eyes as you talked about how you had enjoyed the night.
Then, you let your smile blossom. You stepped to him, the tip of your shoe brushing against his. “You can kiss me if you want to,” you had muttered, looking at his pretty mouth. “But know you’ll be my first, so I won’t know what to do.”
Seungkwan’s answering smile was brilliant, and he slowly reached up to cup your face. His hands were large, encompassing your cheeks. He lowered his face, nose brushing yours. “Is it bad that makes me happy? Knowing I’ll be your first kiss?”
Your hands made their way into his shirt, curling into the fabric and tugging. You pushed up, letting your lips brush against his in answer.
During a truth and dare session that followed after your first kiss, Mingyu, who made it his business to know your business, asked you when your first kiss was. When you had answered honestly, that it was only a few weeks before and with Seungkwan, Mingyu had gasped, as if it was rare for someone your age to have gone all this time without kissing.
But, remembering how Seungkwan’s lips gently moved against yours, pressing and giving and guiding, you couldn’t be bothered to be offended. Not when you knew how precious your first kiss had been; not when you had shared it with Boo Seungkwan.
Despite Seungkwan’s experience in kissing, which he assured you was hardly any, the relationship between the two of you brought a lot of new experiences for the both of you. Neither of you had really dated before one another, finding a different sort of loneliness in your young adulthood that your friends never seemed to share.
“I’ve never brought someone to meet my grandma,” Seungkwan admitted as you parked outside his grandma’s home.
“I’ve never kissed anyone in a theater before,” Seungkwan confessed as you pulled away from where you had leaned across the seat.
“No one’s ever called me that before,” Seungkwan admitted as you mouthed against his neck one evening, a breathy darling leaving your lips.
“I’ve never spent Valentines with a partner,” He had laughed as the two of you were rejected from the restaurant, which was filled to the brim with couples who had the same idea as you for the Valentines evening.
“I’ve never had sex before,” He had blurted during the evening of your fourth-month anniversary. You blinked from across the kitchen island at him, holding the saucepan in one hand and the wooden spoon in the other as you were preparing his pasta plate. “Just -- just in case you’re wanting . . .”
“Well, I’m not in a rush if you’re not.”
And so it was just another thing the two of you had decided to breach when the moment came. You didn’t want to plan for it; didn’t want to force the moment. It would happen when it did, and the best either of you could do was prepare for when it did happen.
Not that you didn’t want to.
Sometimes you looked at Seungkwan and couldn’t help but feel a need, a desperation, that was entirely foreign. One that had you battling the urge to grab him from where he stood talking to Seokmin, laughing and brushing back his stray bangs that had managed to escape his pushed-back hair, pulling him away from his friend and into the car for some privacy.
One horrifying time it had happened when he was cooing at a baby. He was reaching out, fingers brushing against the infant’s soft cheek, complimenting her on how sweet she was. Seungkwan’s lips were curling, obviously endeared by the baby, eyes soft and gentle and filled with a sort of adoration that reminded you of how he looked at you.
You were absolutely appalled at your urge to whisk him away from the baby and jump him, to press your hands underneath his shirt and feel his stomach flex as you pressed desperate kisses to his neck and collar.
Seungkwan was turning you into some sort of degenerate. Some wanton, promiscuous, shameless, licentious creature that woke up with soaked underwear and the image of Seungkwan’s bare thighs still at the forefront of your mind.
Even now, sitting next to Seungkwan and watching a movie, those salacious thoughts sent wetness gushing from your pussy and had you shifting in your seat, fighting to keep your cool.
It wasn’t as if the two of you were watching anything pornographic. It was some movie Seungcheol had suggested, one with too many fights and villains and not enough plot or good writing. You had attempted to watch it, of course you had. Date night, whether it was sitting on your couch and watching a movie or walking alongside the river, hand in hand, was something that never failed to brighten your day and put a smile on your face.
But after another cliche, misogynistic comment by the red-headed love interest who served as nothing more than a plot device, you rolled your eyes and chanced a look at Seungkwan. Seungkwan didn’t like action movies, had gotten bored watching the Dark Night and would much rather see a good romance (your first “argument” had been over whether Love, Actually, was actually any good and how only two aspects of the movie didn’t salvage the entire thing from being bad).
The romance between the lead and the love interest was enough to keep Seungkwan keyed in on the movie. He watched with wide eyes as the red head pressed a kiss to the lead’s lips before rushing away, ashamed at her bravery.
Your Boo Seungkwan was so fucking cute, you couldn’t help but think. There was a blush on his cheeks and on his ears as he watched the lead run after the red head and sweep her up into a classic Hollywood-style kiss. He watched eagerly, practically drinking the scene up.
Then he licked his lips and it was game over for you.
Seungkwan’s mouth, which you had stared at far too often, was small and pouty and constantly tempting. A day without kissing Seungkwan was a day wasted, in your opinion.
His hair was slightly wavy from the shower he took before coming over, brown bangs brushing against the edges of his eyes, where his lower and upper lids kissed. It had grown longer in the months the two of you had been dating, and you never ever dared complain.
From his hair your gaze went to his ears. There was your favorite place to kiss besides his lips (and neck and collar and shoulder and the spot where his neck and collar met, and his --). Three beauty marks, perfectly spaced, practically begging for the brush of your lips.
Movement brought your eyes from his ears. Seungkwan’s eyes were still trained on the movie, but he had begun pushing up the sleeves of his hoodie. His forearms flexed, veins appearing, and you were transfixed as you watched his hands, his impossibly beautiful and elegant hands, slid up his forearms to push up his sleeves. His fingers were long and smooth, the veins of his hands prominent.
What did it say about you, you wondered, that you had dreams of those hands. That you had dreamt before about his hands running up your thighs, fingers skimming the hem of your shorts; his fingers pressing against the wet spot in your underwear, the tips of his fingers dipping underneath the waistband of your underwear; the pads of his fingers brushing against your clit.
Fuck.
Your heart in your throat, you shifted against the couch. The insides of your thighs brushed against your underwear, the cold wetness that soaked it shocking you.
“This is a good movie,” Seungkwan said, bringing your attention from where his hands had settled on his thighs. “I really like the romance in it.”
You glanced at the screen. The lead was verbally fighting his mentor in a moment that would, surely, lead to a horrific death scene from the mentor where the lead was choking out apologies. “Yeah. I can see why Seungcheol liked it.”
Seungkwan hummed. Your eyes went back to his thighs.
His thighs. Seungkwan opted for wearing shorts more often than not, and everytime you were gifted with the sight of his smooth, tanned skin you wanted to fall to your knees. His thighs were meaty from hours filled with cardio, and you constantly wanted to dig your fingers into the flesh and feel.
You wanted to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his thighs in worship; suck them, nibble at them, listen to Seungkwan’s breathy whines as you teased him. You wanted to feel them squeeze around your shoulders as you took his cock into your mouth, wanted to feel them beneath your own thighs as you bounced on his cock.
You could feel the wetness that trickled from your pussy, could the slide of it. Your pussy clenched around nothing in desperation. Shame flooded through you, and you took a heavy breath, feeling as though you hadn’t been breathing all this time.
Thighs clenching, you threw one over the other and squeezed in an attempt to quench your thirst.
All it did, however, was get Seungkwan’s attention. Your boyfriend glanced at you, head tilted. “You okay?”
You smiled at him, reaching out and setting your hand on his and squeezing. “Yeah. Just getting hungry is all.”
“We can order something now, if you want,” Seungkwan offered. “I can pause the movie.”
You laughed breathlessly, leaning against him and burrowing your face into his shoulder. Seungkwan smelled good, as he always did. Like laundry softener and lavender, cotton sheets and freshness.
“We can order after.” You said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “It’s not so bad.”
Seungkwan angled his head to press an awkward kiss to your hair. Then he went back to watching the movie.
The hunger in your stomach was nothing compared to the hunger, lust, you felt for him.
You licked your lips, eyeing the full curve of his cheeks and the hardness of his jaw. Like a parched man offered a cup of water, you desperately drank him in. The stretch of his neck, unmarked; the beauty marks near his ear; the angle of his fingers as he reached up and brushed his bangs away from his eyes, how they softly settled back on his thighs.
Seungkwan’s navy blue shorts had ridden up, revealing the meatiness of his thighs that had you swallowing nothing, pussy clenching around nothing.
You wanted your mouth on those thighs, wanting your hands on them. You wanted to be sat on them, pussy grinding down, clit dragging against his bare skin and riding them.
Slowly, without drawing his attention from the movie, your hand went to his thigh. Seungkwan’s hand went to yours, fingers lacing together instinctively, and you wanted to curse at your boyfriend’s innocence while you were suffering.
You took your time unwinding your hand from his. First you started with your thumb brushing gently against his warm skin. Then you shifted your hands so only your middle three fingers were tangled with his, your pinky laying against his thigh and thumb constantly kissing his skin.
Seungkwan huffed when you fully separated your hands, turning to you with a pout. “Why aren’t you holding my hand, Y/n?”
You chuckled at his whine, peering up at him. Your heart was full of adoration for the boy next to you, and you wondered if your eyes were dripping honey from how sweet he made you feel.
How ironic it was that Seungkwan had your heart feeling as if it would burst out sunshine while also making your pussy constantly gushed wetness.
“What a baby,” you teased, nudging his shoulder with yours. “Why don’t you put your arm around me so we can cuddle, baby?”
Seungkwan huffed, still looking offended. But he did as you suggested, his arm going around your shoulders and hugging you to his side. His warmth melted into you, and the position leaning into him, one of your thighs over the other, allowing you to frantically squeeze in a foolish attempt to ease the throbbing of your pussy.
However, this position allowed you to do something important.
With his hand brushing against your shoulder, it gave you free reign over his thigh. You settled your hand on his thigh, face towards the television in an attempt to make it seem mindless. His thigh flexed against your hand before relaxing, and you squeezed in response.
The two of you sat for a handful of moments, Seungkwan content while your fingers brushed against his thighs. He was deeply immersed in the movie still, watching as the mentor was killed by the villian.
Your hand shifted, sliding up his thigh and stopping where his shorts had ridden up. You tapped your forefinger against his flesh, trying to keep up the relaxed appearance.
You wanted to suffocate between his thighs. Wanting to take them into your mouth and suck and bite, wanting to pinch and listen to his cries as you swallowed around his cock and knead them. Wanted to hold onto them as you dragged your throat down his cock, his length bringing tears to your eyes as you swallowed his cock back down and took it deep.
Your pussy gushed again. You couldn’t salvage your underwear, no way.
Maybe you could take them off and leave them somewhere he could see, you wondered. You imagined him taking notice of your underwear, imagined the red blush that would take over his face. Imagined him bending down, hesitant as he reached to grab them. Imagined him feeling the wet spot left by your pussy; him slowly bringing your underwear up and to his nose, smelling the fragrance of your cunt.
Fuck, fuck.
Your hand moved again, sliding underneath his shorts and towards his inner thigh. You still fought to look at the television.
Seungkwan sucked in a breath from beside you. He snapped his head towards you as you squeezed the fat of his thigh, your name leaving his lips in something crossed between a warning and a sigh.
You glanced at him, brows furrowed in false confusion. “Something wrong, darling?”
He stared at you for a moment more. You waited for him to admonish you, for him to ask you to remove your hand; for him to draw the line. You’d stop, of course, would retract your hand and press a kiss to his cheek in apology.
But he did none of those things. Instead Seungkwan pressed his lips together, narrowed his eyes at you, and then went back to watching the movie.
Grinning and feeling like the cat that got the canary, your hand sunk further into his shorts. Seungkwan took a long, shuddering breath as your fingers brushed against the edge of his underwear. You played with the edge, smoothing your fingers over and under it, nails brushing against his skin.
“How’s the movie, baby?”
Seungkwan tightened his jaw. “Good.”
“It’s good?” You responded, biting at your lip to suppress your grin and doing a bad job of it. Seungkwan nodded.
You shifted, turning on your side and rising. His eyes immediately snapped to you. “Keep watching the movie, baby. You said it was good.”
“What are you --”
“Don’t pay me any attention,” you said. When Seungkwan didn’t look away from you, your free hand went to his jaw. You softly nudged his face with your fingers, turning it from you and to the television. “That’s a good boy.”
The answering inhale from Seungkwan had your pussy clenching once more. You hummed, moving to your knees. You pressed your face into his neck, nose pressing against his warm skin, lips ghosting. Your hand pressed up the fabric of his shorts, bearing his thigh, before it settled over the bulge pressing against his underwear.
Seungkwan let out another shaky breath, his eyebrows furrowing. The arm that was around you moved, clutching at your shirt.
You kissed his neck, keeping your hand still. “You good?”
He hummed, a slightly shrill noise.
“Shall I keep going?”
You could feel his answering nod against your head. “I need words, babe.”
“Please,” he begged, voice breathy and the hand in your shirt repositioning to grab more of it and clench. A blush high onto his cheeks.
You pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to his skin. Slowly, gently, you began moving your hand against his clothed dick. Your hand moved in a constant soothing motion, rubbing. “You might have to tell me what to do, baby.”
“Touch --” Seungkwan cleared his throat. You kissed his neck again, though this was unlike any of the innocent kisses you had been laying. You kissed his neck as if you were kissing his mouth, lips rolling against his skin. “Touch me, please.”
“I am,” you reminded him. You pressed your heel down on his bulge in proof.
Seungkwan moved his face towards you. His face was still flushed, his brows still furrowed and lips still pouting. His dark eyes were wide, pupils large. “Please.”
You pulled away from him in response. He made a protesting noise, moving to reach for you and pull you back. You moved farther away from him, hands meeting his and stopping him. “Take off your hoodie, Seungkwan.”
He compiled, making quick work of his baby blue hoodie and throwing it to the floor. Seungkwan’s shoulders had broadened due to his hard work at the gym, and the muscle on his biceps were impressive.
You drank him in eagerly. His chest wasn’t as tanned as the rest of him, but it still had you practically drooling. Working out had given definition to his chest, had given weight to his pecs. You wondered what they would feel like in your hands, what they would look like decorated with red and purple bruises left by your mouth.
His breathless whine of your name brought you out of your imagination. You stood from the couch, hands going to the waist of your pants. “This okay, Kwannie?”
At his answering nod, you were shoving your pants down to your ankles. You kicked them off, ignoring Seungkwan’s shocked inhale, and then were climbing on top of him.
Your hands went to his shoulders, pushing him back and flush against the couch. You straddled one of his thighs, knees on either side with one brushing against his bulge. His hands went to your shirt, yours smoothing down his biceps and squeezing the muscle. “Tell me if you’re nervous. Okay?”
Seungkwan laughed breathlessly. “Of course I’m nervous. I’m about to lose my virginity to the love of my life.”
Your eyes widened, and his immediately followed suit. Both of you froze against one another, hands still, breaths suspended.
Then your heart swelled, feeling as though someone had filled it with sun. You laughed breathlessly, hands sliding up his biceps and shoulders to cradle his neck. Pressing close, you brought your mouth to his and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
“And the love of my life is a massive dork,” you said, nose pressing against his cheek.
His mouth sought yours in answer, pressing an open-mouthed kiss there. Your hands moved to his hair, fingers sinking into the strands and tugging. His tongue went to the seam of your lips and you opened them easily, tongue sliding against his.
Seungkwan’s hands began wandering, moving from your shirt to the hem. His fingers slipped beneath your shirt, pressing against the base of your spine. Seungkwan broke away from the kiss, his mouth smeared with spit. “This okay?”
“It’s okay,” you returned, taking his lower lip between your lips and sucking. Seungkwan moaned, a deep sound that seemed so at odds with your lovely boy.
His hands went up your back, nails scraping against your skin. Your mouth wandered from his, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his chin and underneath it. One of your hands moved from his hair, ghosting over his chest. You felt his stomach jump underneath your fingers as you pressed your palm there. “Okay?”
Seungkwan nodded. You took pity on him and didn’t ask again. Your mouth skimmed his neck before attaching to the part where it met his shoulder, taking the skin between your teeth and before sucking. His chest moved against yours as he sucked in a deep breath.
Then you settled your hand over his bulge, squeezing through his shorts. Seungkwan let out a loud groan in response, his neck straining as he tossed his head back.
You began marking in earnest in response to his moans and groans, hand smoothing over his dick, rubbing it through the fabric. His nails began to dig into the skin of your back, scraping and pinching.
Soon enough Seungkwan began panting, his breath hot and heavy in your ear. You shifted, sucking another hickey onto his collar, before pulling away. “Hold onto me. Okay, baby?”
Seungkwan’s hands moved from your back to your hips, holding as you asked. You sat back, separating your torso from his and taking a good look at your boyfriend. His blush not only was on his cheeks but spread down his neck, the flush joining the red blossoms left by your mouth in painting a picture of a debauched man.
His thigh flexed beneath you. Taking the opportunity, you grinded down. Your pussy dragged against his thigh, creating a faint spark of friction that sent another gush of fluid.
Seungkwan gasped, mouth dropping open and head tipping. “Fuck,” he hissed, brows meeting. “Fuck. You’re so fucking wet.”
You laughed, grinding down again. His hands gripped at your hips, nails digging in. You took care to ensure your clit dragged down, the movement making your mouth go ajar and hips cock forward once more in an attempt to feel the relief once more.
“Can you,” Seungkwan began, his voice deep and dark and sending another gush of wetness out of your pussy and further soaking your underwear. Seungkwan let out a little moan at feeling the wetness taint your underwear, soaking his bare thighs. “Can you cum? Just from that?”
“I don’t know,” you honestly replied. “I feel like I could.”
Then your hands were back on him, going to his waistband. You used one hand to pry open his shorts and underwear, holding it open for your other hand to slide down his pelvis, feeling the little curls of the hair there brush against your palm.
When your fingers brushed against the base of his dick, you couldn’t help but pause. Your eyes went up to his, unsure. Seungkwan’s hands squeezed your hips. “You don’t have to. We can -- we can stop.”
You shook your head. You moved your hand, skin gliding against his dick. It felt impossibly big and heavy in your hand. Seungkwan shivered, eyes fluttering shut and head going back to rest against the couch.
More curious than anything, you moved your hand over his dick, exploring. You mapped the veins of it, following them down to the head. You pushed your thumb against the head, wetness from it spurting out onto your hand.
Seungkwan let out a weak exhale. “We -- usually I use lube or something. It. It makes it easier.”
You retracted your hand from his pants. You offered it to him, palm out. Seungkwan closed his eyes, inhaling. Then he leaned forward, tongue poking out from his mouth. He began running his tongue over your hand, spreading his spit.
Absent-mindedly you began rocking your hips, grinding your pussy against his thigh once more. His tongue ran over your palm and fingers, coating it in his spit. You thought about his tongue on your wrist, your shoulder; then your breast, dragging down your stomach and to your pussy.
You leaned forward against his thigh, bearing down on him and grinding down aggressively. You lowered your head, hair falling and framing your face. One of Seungkwan’s hands left your hips, moving to grab the wrist of the hand he had been licking -- licking!!!!
Seungkwan tugged. You looked up. “Here. Get off for a moment.”
You did as he asked, stumbling. Seungkwan raised his hips off the couch, pulling down his shorts and letting them drop beside the couch. Then he shimmied away, moving so he was laying down the length of the couch. He looked embarrassed, laying there, nearly entirely bare for your eyes.
“Get on me,” Seungkwan said, though it sounded more like a question than anything. “Straddle my -- my --”
His face was a brilliant shade of red, and he turned away from you to look at the ceiling. Once Seungkwan wasn’t looking at you he was able to speak. “Straddle my dick and grind down on it.”
Never one to object from a good idea, you slowly made your way on top of Seungkwan. Your knees dug into the couch on either side of his hips, and when you positioned yourself so your pussy was directly over his clothed dick, the both of you let out matching moans.
His hands went to your hips again. Seungkwan slowly began guiding you into a gentle rocking motion, letting your pussy guide up and down his bulge, letting you grind down on him and use his length.
You leaned forward, hands bracing on his chest. His loud pants and broken moans filled your ears, clouding your brain. You dragged your pussy down his length and back up it, using it like you would your own hand. Each drag was delicious, had you shoving yourself back down and searching for more friction, for more press.
“Wait,” Seungkwan panted. You looked up at him. He was breathing heavily, bangs beginning to stick to his forehead from his sweat. “I’ll -- I think I’ll come from this.”
“Just from this?” You asked, brow furrowed. You grinded down on him and Seungkwan let out a loud groan in response, eyes fluttering and tipping his head back.
Delighted, you kept on moving on top of Seungkwan, watching him. Your boyfriend was always so expressive. You knew when he was mad, irritated, when he was happy or amused. Watching him now, brows furrowed, face red and mouth parted with sweet moans escaping his lips, you had another face to add to your mental catalogue.
Then his jaw dropped; his grip on your hips tightened and his hips were bucking up, a loud, low moan ripping from his mouth. You watched, amazed, as Seungkwan thrusted up into you twice more before his voice broke off.
He stilled beneath you, going lax. Seungkwan’s chest heaved, and his hands left your hips to hide his face. He let out a high little whine. “I can’t believe I did that.”
You shifted up his body, reaching for his hands and prying them away from his face. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
Seungkwan pouted, sticking out his lower lip. “I’m fine. Just have to live with the knowledge that I came in my pants the first time I ever had sex for the rest of my life.”
You laughed, leaning down and kissing his pout. “It’s okay,” you giggled, kissing his mouth twice more before moving to kiss his cheeks. “It’s cute.”
Seungkwan narrowed his eyes at you. His hands returned to your body, and then he was moving you off of him. You went easily, letting Seungkwan guide you to lay against the other end of the couch. “What’s up, babe?”
“Your turn,” Seungkwan announced, determination heavy on his tongue. He grabbed two pillows that had fallen off the couch. Seungkwan settled one beneath your head; his fingers ran down over your shirt before he found your hips, lifting them up to settle the other pillow. “This good?”
You hummed, shaking your hips. “Comfy as can be!”
Seungkwan huffed. Then his fingers -- his long, beautiful fingers that you dreamt of -- were pulling down at your underwear. You lifted your hips off the pillow so he could guide them down your legs. Seungkwan dropped them beside the couch, and you watched, tongue flicking out to run over your lips in anticipation, as his hands went to your ankles.
For a moment he just stared at you. Like you were a piece of art, a Mona Lisa amongst masterpieces, an angel amongst humans. His dark eyes took in your wild hair, the heaving of your chest; where your shirt had ridden up, revealing the soft curve of your stomach, the hair surrounding your pussy.
“Tell me when to stop.” Seungkwan said. His hands ran along your legs as he spread them out, making room to be between them. Goosebumps raised along the trail his fingers left behind.
Your pussy gushed in anticipation. Your heart seemed to stop, and you know for a fact your brain did. His fingers hovered over your thighs, ghosting your skin.
Then his hands were on your pussy. One of his hands held it open, fingers splayed around your lips. His other hand went to your clit, thumb attaching itself to it. Immediately you gasped, hips bearing down in an attempt to seek more.
Seungkwan laughed breathlessly, watching. His thumb pressed down on your clit, offering itself. “God. You really are soaked. I didn’t realize you could get so wet.”
You furrowed your brow. One of your hands gripped at the cushion beneath you, the other moving to grip at the cushion pressed against your side. You continued grinding down on his thumb, feeling the friction mount within your gut.
Seungkwan continued talking all the while, eyes still watching your pussy. As he talked he maneuvered his hand, fingers brushing against your entrance. “I knew pussies --” Another wave of wetness escaped from your pussy after that word, that crude, horrid, delightful word, left his lips. “-- got wet. But fuck. Your underwear was drenched, baby. And your pussy? It’s soaking. If I put my mouth down there I’d fucking drown, I think.”
The image of Seungkwan’s head between your thighs, mouth attaching itself to your pussy and clit, sent a moan from your lips. His fingers continued moving, one of them dipping into your entrance. “It’s like. It’s like your pussy is begging me to put something in.”
“Please,” You whispered, hips bucking into his hold. “Please, Kwannie.”
Then two of his fingers were dipping inside you. If he tried to move slowly, it was to no avail; your pussy greedily sucked him in, squeezing around his digits as if they were his dick instead.
You gasped, feeling as his fingers, which had a better angle than yours ever did, stretched your walls. He didn’t move them much, shifting every few seconds. His thumb continued to work against your clit, however, and you felt something tightening in your gut, as if someone was pulling a string taut.
“Fuck,” Seungkwan breathed, “fuck you’re beautiful.”
And then the string was cut, and your orgasm washed over you in wave after wave. Seungkwan kept pressing his thumb against your clit, his fingers inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut as your body tightened and released, and as it released you felt as if every single worry you ever had about anything left with the tension.
Slowly, as to not harm you, Seungkwan removed his fingers. You let out a soft little whine as he did, eyes opening just enough to watch him. He held his hand up, splaying out his fingers. Your fluids glistened in the light, strings of it connecting his fingers.
You forced your eyes shut. Seungkwan shifted off the couch. For a moment there was quiet.
“Uh. I didn’t bring another pair of underwear.”
You looked at him. He had your discarded pants in one hand, the other hand burrowed into the fabric -- no doubt getting your fluids off of his hand. You looked over his body, taking in the muscles of his thighs and calves and arms. The golden skin, the beauty marks and moles that decorated him.
You wanted to press him to the bed and kiss each and every single mark.
For another time, you decided. Instead you slowly moved into a sitting position, kicking out the pillow from beneath your hips. “I’ll have to throw them into the wash. I think I have something that’ll fit you.”
“It’ll take all night to get clean,” Seungkwan mumbled, pouting.
You grinned, opening your arms. Seungkwan dropped your pants and went to you, sliding his arms around your shoulders and yours going around his middle. You pressed a kiss to his stomach, enjoying the feel of it against your cheek.
“Then you’ll just have to stay the night.”
Seungkwan sighed. “I guess.”
You mocked him, screwing up your face and peering at him. “How horrible of me to offer for my boyfriend, who took my first kiss and my virginity, to spend the night. Should’ve kicked you out as soon as I finished.”
“Please,” Seungkwan said, rolling his eyes. “You were so wowed by my performance you couldn’t even move.”
You burrowed your face back into his stomach. “Whatever you say, princess. I’ll throw the clothes into the wash, you order our food? And we can just eat in bed and cuddle?”
Seungkwan hummed, fingers running along your shoulders. His hands settled on either side of your head, moving your face from his stomach. You pouted up at him. “I mean, I guess that’ll be all right. I suppose you want Mexican.”
You nodded, lips parting in a wide smile. Seungkwan laughed, and then he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “We’ll have to start the movie over again.”
“What movie?”
Seungkwan paused, pulling away to look down at you. “Uh. The movie Seungcheol recommended?”
“Oh,” you said. “Okay. So. Here’s the thing. That movie fucking sucks.”
Seungkwan’s eyes widened. “But -- the romance! The chemistry between the mains! You can’t tell me that you don’t see it!”
You stood. The wetness between your thighs had begun to stick, and you couldn’t help but wince. “Yeah, no. We’re not watching it.”
“But --” Seungkwan pouted, sticking out his lips and widening his eyes. It was his classic puppy-eyed look, the one that had you handing everything to him on a silver platter. “But baby! If you love me like you said you do, you’ll replay the movie and watch it with me!”
Sighing, you went to him. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, rising to your heels and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I do love you, Boo Seungkwan. So much.
“But I don’t love you that much.”
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how are we now? ... ★ with: bsk
#pairing: seungkwan X f.reader #synopsis: your best friend show a jealousy towards you after seeing you kissing a random guy... #tags: pwp(!), vaginal sex, friends sex, eating cum, spit as lube, dirty talk, soft dom!bsk, unprotected sex, i little a bit of praise kink? #wc: ~1300 #notes: pls save me boo seungkwan (nd fuck me).
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seungkwan tries to act natural but the truth is that he was freaking out!
he watches you and mingyu getting close and close. actually, seungkwan is not the kinda of guy to show jealousy towards a friend, but being honest, for him you are really more than ‘just a friend’
he has a crush over you for the past two years, since he met you in college. at first he saw you just as a friend, but he fell in love with you…
he bites his own lips when mingyu and you get closer. god, is that possible? the scene is killing him, his breathing heavy.
then mingyu kisses you, in a wild way...
seungkwan's stomach churns, he sees mingyu squeezing your hips, and he can't think. when
mingyu takes your ass in his hands, seungkwan makes the decision that it’s too much for him to handle. and in the next second, he separates you and pushes mingyu off.
“what are you doing?” you ask.
“nothing, i just… i…”
“just what, seungkwan? are you crazy?”
“you’re drunk, let me take you home!” he looks a pretty angry.
“i’m not dunk, i’m horny!”
seungkwan feels his stomach churning again,mingyu just left when this hole whing started.
“c’mon, you need sleep”
of course he’s lying, you always stayed up late watching movies or playing games when you were at home, it was still early.
“fuck, i hate you, i haven’t kiss anyone like… in months, you ruined it. god, have you seen mingyu?” you yell.
“i didn’t ruin anything… i just…”
“whatever, he’s gone now!”
“good, he didn’t have any right to touch you like… like he was touching”
seungkwan is angry, he feels so jealous that another man touched you, and that fact is clear from the looks on his face.
“but i want a touch”
“then i…”
he certainly wasn’t sober when he started approaching you. that was just the excuse he gave himself.
“you?”
of course the whole scene doesn’t make seungkwan just feel jealous… he is… he is horny.
god, just the thought of mingyu touching your hips touching makes him jealous but… he wants to be in mingyu’s place. and giving the fact that he is not the most sober person at the moment…
“what are you doing?” you ask when you feel his hands touching your waist.
“nothing…” he whispers right next to your ear.
he was very close, and his hand now is touching your hips.
“seungkwan…”
“i just wanted to…”
seungkwan is losing his mind, he could feel your breath.
“what?”
“nothing, i…” he is still close to you. “i just… just… fuck, let me…”
he tries to kiss you.
what’s the surprise?
you kiss him back.
he is surprised, but doesn’t stop. the kiss is getting more and more intense.
“wait. what the hell was that?” you say.
his lips didn’t move away from yours, and his hand is still on your hips, it’s so obvious what is happening.
“i want you, so bad”
“what? since when? seungkwan are you okay?”
“since… two years ago to be honest…”
“is that why you stopped me and mingyu?”
“i can’t accept the idea of some idiot touching you… i want to be the only one doing it…”
it was too much to process, you were still dizzy from the kiss, and fuck, he’s in love with you?
“if i’m being totally honest, i can’t even think properly right now”
“do you… do you want to go to my home?”
“seungkwan…”
“just… let this happen”
maybe is the alcohol? maybe the lust? maybe perhaps the fact that seungkwan is very hot (and a good kisser)? you just don’t know.
the car ride to his house was filled with a lot of silence. seungkwan had his right hand resting on your thigh as he drove, and both your head and his were in a mess at the moment.
when you entered his apartament, you joked about how the house was organized, but he didn't pay much attention, he just took you to the bedroom and kissed you in a somewhat desperate way.
“hey, seungkwan, slow down, i’m not going to run away” you tease him.
"god, you have no idea how desperate i am to fuck you.."
you thought it was a joke, but the next second seungkwan was throwing you on the bed and taking off your shoes
he kisses your ankle, moving up to your calf until he kisses your knee and then your thigh. god, this is crazy! seungkwan’s lips on your body show devotion, and you didn’t even notice that his head, that was once between yours legs, is now close to middle of your leg. he lifts your skirt and kisses your wet panties.
“shit, i lost count of how many times i came imagining that cunt in my face!”
he pulls the lace to the side, salivating at the sight of your pussy exposed to him, it doesn't take five seconds for him to put his mouth there, sucking it as if it were the necessity of life.
you always thought seungkwan was very handsome, but there, between your legs, rubbing his face in your juices, he was the most handsome guy you had ever seen in your entire life.
his right hand pulling your strapless down and when he managed to do so, he rubbed his fingers over your nipple, making you moan.
“i need… god, i really need…” he spits on your pussy.
he took off his own clothes, and you understood, you opened your legs a little wider and let seungkwan penetrate you.
seungkwan on top of you was a sight you would hardly forget, his wet mouth biting and sucking your nipples as he pushed every inch inside… opening you up wide for him.
“you are so wet, fuck, can you feel my fat cock opening your tight hole? my princess being stretched by me?”
when you feels his balls hit your for the first time you moaned so loud that it scared you, and that only motivated him.
and he shoves once, twice, three, and on the fourth time he couldn't keep things slow any longer.
you knew seungkwan was strong due to the gym, but you didn’t expect him to fuck you as hard as he was doing at that moment.
“my pretty princess, you're going to be my toy now, hm? my personal whore”
and then he stimulated your nipple again, making your eyes roll back.
“can i fuck you all day now? please say yes, say that your cunt is mine!”
in all of the two years that you have know him, you never thought that you’d hear him talking in a such dirty way to you, however, it would be a lie if you said that you weren’t enjoying it.
“i want make you cum everyday, with every part of my body, my fingers, my cock, my mouth, my thigh, i will make you cum in every room and piece of furniture in this house”
seungkwan grips your hips tightly, the bed shaking with the speed at which things happened.
“i’m gonna-” you scream.
“oh, wait, please, can you wait? be my pretty girl and wait!”
you didn't understand why seungkwan asked you to wait, because in the next second he removed his fat cock from you and jerked off a few times, cumming on your belly.
he takes a deep breath, his body a little soft, and then he bends down, putting his tongue back into your hole (now opened by him).
“please, cum on my tongue, god, i need feel you so bad”
his arms made a kind of lock on your leg, you could barely move, and that was great because the next minute you were cumming.
“so sweet, so good!” he said as he swallowed every drop of your juice.
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“how are we now?” you ask.
“i know you are not feeling things in the same intensity, i won’t force you into anything. but can i at least take you on a date?”
“oh, even two if you want…”
everything would be fine, seungkwan is your best friend… (and future boyfriend, of course).
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Just in Case ☾
bestfriend!seungkwan x fem!reader
Warnings: kissing, cursing, explicit smut, marking, mentions of cheating, protected sex, riding, mentions of oral (f.)
Summary: It was always gonna be you
Word Count: 2.9k
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(a/n: i really meant it when i said I was planning to be more active. school is still kicking my ass and I've been so unmotived to write I'm sorry. i still have a bunch of unfinished drafts but there's no telling when I'll actually finish them)
You first met Seungkwan in December 2019.
You’d gone out to the club and accidentally spilled your drink on him. In a drunken panic you tried to help, but only ended up making the situation worse and staining his clothes.
However, he didn’t get upset. He just chuckled and told you it was fine and joked about how it wasn’t his best shirt anyway.
You offered to buy him another drink to make up for it, but he politely declined and made another joke about how you’d only end up spilling it on him again.
You apologized again and went your separate ways thinking it would be the last time you saw each other. But of course, fate has a weird way of bringing people together.
Less than 4 hours later he would find you, sneaking out of his roommate's room in his apartment with your dress on backwards.
It wasn’t unusual for Jeonghan to bring a girl home, but he never could have expected it to be the clumsy girl who spilled a drink on him just a few hours prior.
Jeonghan was the first to leave the club with you and Seungkwan went back home later that night with Seokmin.
He got up to get a glass of water before going to sleep and you were there, tiptoeing around his apartment and trying to go unnoticed.
You were doing a horrible job at being quiet, but luckily Jeonghan was a heavy sleeper. Such a heavy sleepover that he didn’t realize you and Seungkwan spent the entire night talking.
Conversation came naturally to you. He was shocked initially, to say the least. But he said one thing to you and the conversation ended up lasting for hours leading into the morning.
There was something so familiar about you. It felt like you’d known each other your entire lives and you could talk so easily. You talked about any and everything together like old friends catching up.
When Jeonghan finally woke up and saw you in the kitchen chatting it up with one of his housemates, he’d assumed you’d woken up just before him. Even now it remains a secret between the two of you that you never slept that night.
Since that day, Boo Seungkwan has been your best friend.
After that night, he invited you to roller skating after finding out it was something you both enjoyed. The two of you hung out more and more over time and you were eventually adopted into the friend group.
You got comfortable with all of them, Joshua, Jihoon, Seokmin, Seungkwan, and even Jeonghan. Despite the very one time hookup, you still consider Jeonghan to now be one of your best friends.
But you’ve always been closest with Seungkwan.
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“We’re gonna get so fucked up!” You scream to Seungkwan over the loud music in the club.
He shouts back at you in agreement before taking your hand in his. He drags you through the crowd, navigating like an expert and ensuring that you stay close to him.
You make your way to the bar and order your drinks. The bartender is nice, but a little flirty. You can admit he's cute, but he's a little touchy and you're not really feeling him all that much.
Seungkwan can sense your discomfort and nearly startles you when he touches your waist. As soon as you realize it's your best friend, you melt into his touch and all your discomfort has dissolved.
"Sorry," he says. "Didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted him to get the message."
You nod. "I understand, thank you." You smile.
You both down your drinks easily and continue with your night out. You spend the new few hours dancing and singing along to the generic club music. Your best friend stays close to you and he looks out for you like he always does.
"You don't have to stay attached to me all night you know, it's your first night out as a single man in a while." You bump your shoulder against his playfully. "I don't wanna scare off any opportunities for you to meet someone."
"You know I didn't come here looking for anything," He gives you a soft smile.
"That doesn't mean you can't find something," You muse, raising an eyebrow.
He takes a sip from his drink. "Thanks, but no thanks. Let's just have fun tonight."
You shrug, bumping your glass against his before downing the rest of your drink.
The next few hours were spent dancing, laughing and drinking. It was nice to see your best friend let loose again, but the night eventually came to an end and he ordered an uber.
The ride was quiet, but not uncomfortable. The two of you sat leaned against one another in the backseat. The ambiance was comforting, set by the music playing quietly from the radio and the lights from the city surrounding you.
You two enter his apartment together and you immediately throw yourself onto the couch with a sigh of satisfaction. Your eyes fall shut and a smile appears on your face. "My feet were killing me."
Seungkwan crouches down in front of you wordlessly and helps you take off your shoes. You thank him quietly and he disappears into his bedroom.
When your eyes flutter open, he's re-entering the living room with something in hand.
"Here," He hands you a t-shirt of his. "So you don't have to stay in that dress either."
You mouth a 'thank you' before stumbling into the bathroom to change out of your clothes.
"You know," You plop down on the couch next to him. "You still haven't told me why you guys ended things.
Seungkwan sighs. "I know. It's nothing though, don't worry about it. Things just weren't working out, you know?"
"Yeah, it's a shame."
"You didn't even like her," Seungkwan chuckles.
"That's only because she didn't like me first!" You defend. "Never even understood that."
"She was just... nevermind. Doesn't matter now."
"No," You sit up and frown. "Tell me."
He sighs. "She was just kind of jealous of you. Ended up driving the whole relationship into the ground."
A beat.
"You guys broke up because of..me?"
Seungkwan leans his back against the couch. "Like not really... but yeah."
You frown. "Why would you do that?"
"You already knew she didn't like you Y/n."
"Yeah, but you ended a two-year-long relationship. What the hell?"
"Things just weren't working out."
"Yeah... because of me!" You sigh.
"You didn't do anything. She was just jealous and insecure. You ended up being the topic of conversation way more than needed and it was so frustrating. It was a constant argument for those two years and I got exhausted."
"I knew she didn't like me, but I didn't know it was that serious. I feel guilty as hell now, like I ruined your entire relationship."
"You didn't."
"But I did," You frown.
"Do you know how exhausting it was? For two years I had to put up with her turning everything into an argument about you. I was constantly being accused of something and then I'd have to be reassuring her and coddling her like a baby. It was like a never-ending cycle about the same thing Y/n. I could only do that so much before I lose my mind."
You frown. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be, you didn't do anything wrong." He pats your head softly. "Seriously."
"I know I just... feel bad. I feel like I compromised your happiness" You pout.
"You could never. You're my best friend." He gives you a reassuring smile.
He rises to his feet.
"I'm getting tired, are you ready for bed?"
You remain silent, giving him a small nod. About 10 minutes later you find yourself laying in bed next to him. The lights are dim, but you can still make out the features of his face clearly.
You don't know why your heart is suddenly beating so fast. It's so quiet in the room that he just might be able to hear it.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"Huh?" You mumble. "Nothing."
"You know you can't lie to me," he grins.
"I don't know," You sigh. "You just feel so like... close right now. I don't know."
"Oh," He breathes out. "Do you want me to take the couch? It's never been an issue before."
"No!" You say a little louder than intended. "No," Your voice softens. "I just... what you told me earlier about Hayeon. Like, what if she's right?"
"That there's something romantic between us? I'm not sure I understand you Y/n."
"I mean, you just said it yourself. It's never been a problem for us to sleep in the same bed, but isn't that kind of weird? Like you and I have always been close... but maybe this is too close?"
"I think you're drunk and still hung up on my stuff with Hayeon.
"You're drunk too," You frown.
"Yeah, but I'm not speaking a bunch of nonsense right now." He pushes your hair out of your face softly. "Go to sleep Y/n."
"No," You protest.
"Y/n–"
You weren't really thinking when you kissed him. It just sort of... happened. Granted, he wasn't really thinking when he kissed you back either.
It felt so natural, like you were kissing a lover of 10 years. it was easy to melt into his touch, everything was just so easy with him. Your hands are in his hair, tugging lightly at the blue-tinted strands atop his head.
You let out a soft moan against his lips, pressing your body against his.
You feel like you're floating and drowning all at the same time. Floating on a cloud of bliss while simultaneously drowning deeper and deeper in him.
He pulls away, breathless with swollen lips. You both lay on your side, staring at one another. Neither of you really know what to say. Your heart is still beating out of your chest as you lick your lips slowly, relishing in the lingering taste of him.
"What the hell Y/n?"
"I'm sorry! I don't know," You panic, covering your face in embarrassment.
He sighs, falling onto his back. "Why did you do that?"
"It's not like we've never kissed before."
"Yeah, but not like that. The worst I've ever done with you was barely a peck. That was different."
"You felt it too?"
"What?"
You fall silent. There's a million things running through your head and they're all circling back to him.
"I don't know!"
"That's not a good enough answer.
"That's not fair to me," he frowns.
"Of course I have," he huffs out. "From the very first moment I met you, you made me feel something. It's been what, 5 years? When you left the bar that night, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I was convinced I'd never see you again. And then I did! Yeah you had just fucked my roommate and it was somewhat heart breaking, but from the moment I met you I knew I wanted you in my life. You were just... I don't know. You were shining a little brighter than anyone else in that club. You've got an aura about you that's hard to ignore."
You sit there, completely speechless.
"I know that I felt something for you since that night. I don't know if it really ever went away. I know I loved Hayeon when I was with her, I'm not saying I didn't. I don't know if I've been ignoring what I've felt for you, or if I really did get over it. But you suddenly deciding this now is confusing for me." He frowns.
For the second time that night, you act before thinking yet again. Your lips are on his and you find yourself melting into his touch. He kisses you back, pulling your body on top of his.
You don't know what you're doing or why you're really doing it, but it feels good. It feels right, like it's something you know you won't regret even though it may be confusing.
You straddle his lap and his hands rest comfortable on your lower back. His kisses are addictive, leaving you breathless with a fuzzy head.
You pull away to catch your breath, staring down at him with lust in your eyes. Wordlessly, you feel his shirt off your body and toss it onto the ground.
His eyes go wide and his breath gets caught in his throat. "Are you sure?"
"Never been so sure in my life. I want this... if you do too," you breathe out.
"Course I want this," He responds.
He pulls you back down and reconnects your lips with fervent passion. You grind yourself against him slowly, body moving on its own accord with his.
You tug at his shirt lightly and he breaks the kiss again to pull it off of his body.
"Shit," You breathe out. "Do you have any condoms?"
He nods. "In the drawer."
You reach over to his nightstand and open the drawer. You fish out the small gold package and tear it open with your teeth.
"You know, it's not safe to do that." he muses. "Could poke a hole or something."
"Oh well," You smirk, disposing of the gold packaging. "Maybe you'll just have to knock me up."
He raises an eyebrow at your statement. "Knock you up? But you're my best friend."
You let out a scoff and lean back, rolling the latex on his length. "Don't think.." You lift your hips, slowly sinking down onto him. You wince at the initial feeling. "Don't think I'd be on top of you like this if I was just your best friend."
He breathes out, tilting his head back into the pillow. His nails dig into your hips as he feels himself stretching you out.
You both let out a gasp as you start grinding down on him slowly. He holds you steady by your hips as you start to pick up your pace. you tilt your head back, gripping onto the sheets for support.
"Shit," he breathes out.
Your breathing grows heavier and you find yourself getting lost in the pleasure. It feels so good, so right. It's not fully processing in your head that you're riding your best friend right now.
"Should've done this sooner," You mumble to yourself.
Seungkwan can only nod in agreement. He's in awe watching as you bounce on his cock. The room is still dimly lit, but there's just enough moonlight seeping between the blinds for him to see how gorgeous you are.
He wants this image of you forever etched in his brain. He slides one of his hands from your hip to your inner thigh. Your pace is disrupted when you feel his thumb pressed against your clit.
"Oh fuck," You curse out.
He smirks to himself as he picks but the pace with his finger. You match his movements, falling back into your rhythm as ride him. He leans back deeper into the bed and pushes his hips up to meet you halfway.
His cock now brushes deep inside of you, hitting the same spot that has you struggling to stay quiet. Your nails are digging deeper into his bedsheets and you're whining out loud.
His thumb draws quick circles on your clit and his eyes never leave your frame. He watches you bounce on his cock, filling yourself up and cry out his name.
Fuck. He really regrets not doing this sooner.
He knows he won't last much longer. The intimacy and pleasure of it all is too intense. He applies more pressure on your sensitive bud, causing you to moan louder.
"Close," You warn him breathlessly.
He sits up on the bed, pulling your frame closer against his. His head falls into the crook of your neck. He sucks on your skin, nibbling softly and ensuring he marks you. He knows he might regret this in the morning, but he can't help himself. He has you now and he can't help but want a little reminder.
Moments later you're falling apart in his lap. You gasp your air pathetically as your hips lose rhythm and you tighten around his cock. He's losing his fucking mind.
You squeeze around him, driving him into his own orgasm and milking him for everything he's got. He groans into your skin as he spills his load into the condom.
Both your chests rise and fall against one another as you tap back into your senses. He places one last kiss on your cheek before he lifts you off his lap and lays you on the bed. He disposes of the condom and lays down next to you.
The room falls silent and neither of you is really sure what you should say.
You break the silence. "Now what?"
He shrugs.
"I feel like, like we need to talk about this."
"We should."
"Okay.... so.." You start.
He shushes you lightly, placing a finger on your lips. "Later."
You blink at him slowly.
"Because," he strokes your arm softly. "If we wake up tomorrow and decide this isn't for the better, I want to have at least had a taste."
He smirks at you, pulling your body closer to his. "Just in case, y'know?"
You bite your lower lip, meeting his suggestive gaze.
"Yeah," You lean into his touch, allowing him to pin you down on the bed. "Just in case."
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summary: There’s nothing that nourishes the ego more than envious looks from old classmates. At a ten-year class reunion, Seungkwan is looking forward to enact his long-term revenge plan. When it all comes crashing down, you're helping him pick himself up the only way you know how.
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You and Seungkwan are occasional friends with benefits
pairing: fwb!Seungkwan x Reader, they bicker a lot but don't hate each other enough to call it enemies lol
word count: 5.4k (20~ minute read)
warnings: toxic couple, unprotected sex, unresolved feelings, alcohol, sex in a public place, oral (f rec.)
a/n: happy new year and happy valentine's day! I'm immensely thankful for the past reception of my fics <3 thank you so much!
I do have a couple ideas for a sequel on this, which makes me insanely excited <3 I hope you like it ^_^
There’s nothing that nourishes the ego more than envious looks from old classmates. The same eyes that underestimated now quietly calculate the overpriced budget of designer clothes.
Ten-year high-school reunion? That’s just what Seungkwan needed to flaunt his new prime spot as a host of "Bad Clue." He’s certain no person alive in this century hadn’t heard of him and his many accomplishments, but it felt good to rub it in.
“Oh, Seungkwan? I saw you on TV, do you think you could sign this for me?”
It’s a phrase he’s heard all night as his old high-school mates pour into the cramped barbecue restaurant. Not many dare to converse besides the cheeky favour. “Do you think you could get my resume in?”
Why did he even come?
Ah, that’s right. His first love, Lee Sohee.
She’d completely abhorred his very existence, but now, no one could. He’d make his comeback and completely captivate her heart only to get his revenge by giving her a taste of her own medicine.
“Did your injections go wrong? you can’t smile.”
The sound of your voice makes Seungkwan cringe. He scoots away when you plop down on one of the free seats to his side.
“Why are you here?” He spits back, watching you struggle to open the Soju bottle.
“You looked miserable,” You flash him a mischievous smile.
Your relationship was complicated, to put it kindly. Living in a small town, Seungkwan had known you his entire life. You were classmates throughout all of school and you haunted your way around him all through university, as well.
He said everything he knew about you had been against his wishes. And part of it was true, with how much time you inevitably spent together, you became closer than planned.
It was during his first year of uni when someone implied he was unpopular with girls and he panicked. Saying ‘of course not!’ He even had a girlfriend; You, the first girl that came to his stupid drunk mind.
Oh, you had a field day with that one. It was easy using it as blackmail material, getting a ride anywhere, takeout, and help with your homework. Seungkwan practically lived at your place, cleaning up and making you breakfast every day. University was a breeze for you after he dug his own grave.
“Seeing your face made me miserable.”
You scoff.
Seungkwan mumbles some curses under his breath and snatches the bottle away from your hand, opening it with ease. You cheekily hold your cup up.
A couple months into the pretend relationship, you decided to try it out for real. Not that anything changed except for the physical part, it was a convenient relationship until the very end, with none of that lovey-dovey bullshit. You parted ways when Seungkwan got into one of the many companies he auditioned for and left for the capital.
Motherfucker never even bothered breaking up with you.
You had a lot of fun being dramatic in front of his mother and getting him in trouble for that one, too.
“How long you in town for?” You raise your shot glass toward his with a satisfying ‘clink’ before downing the liquid in one go.
“I’m leaving tomorrow morning,” He replies curtly, finishing his own shot.
“Wow,” You hiss at the burning in your throat, shooing it away with a shake of your head. “Forgotten your roots, already?”
He scoffs, “I have to work, dumbass.”
“When’s your flight?”
“Eight hours.”
Widening your eyes, you can only stare at him in disbelief, “Why are you here? You should be fuckin’ sleepin’ or somethin’.”
“Not yet.”
And you’re hit with the stupid epiphany over the reason Seungkwan is so damn intent on watching the door.
“Oh my God, Kwannie,” You groan, dramatically flailing in your chair at that fact. It’s been a decade already, he’s like a superstar, why is he so hung up on this?! “Just… Stop! This is getting sad!”
“Mind your business.” He hisses, pouring himself another shot to help cope with your presence. That’s what he tells himself, it’s totally your cringey voice and not the anxious blackhole that has set in the pit of his stomach.
“I’m serious, why are you in love with her?” You lean closer, and your concerned gaze burns him.
“I’m not! This isn’t love! This is revenge!”
You sigh, patting his shoulder, “I know, buddy, whatever you tell yourself.”
Seungkwan lets out a frustrated groan, “Why can’t you just— Mind your business?” He shoves your pity pats away.
Turning around, you stand up. “Oi! DK!” You yell, setting Seungkwan in complete panic mode.
“No! No! No!” Seungkwan tries to shut you up by placing his hand over your mouth but it’s too late, you’ve caught the attention of the loud drunk.
“Aye! My gorgeous! You called?!” Seokmin stumbles toward where you sit.
Seungkwan gives up with a frustrated sigh and plops back on his chair, taking you down with him.
Seokmin and Sohee were polar opposites, she was popular and elegant. Every guy wanted to date her while every girl wanted to be her. She excelled in all classes and was loved by faculty and student body alike, she was student council president and never let anyone forget that. While Seokmin was a loudmouth, always making people laugh, not too long into his second year of high school, his teachers gave up on making any information go into that thick skull of his. He compensated his single-digit IQ with the kindest heart possible in a human male.
“Where’s our princess Sohee?” You giggle, leaning over Seungkwan’s shoulder to face Seokmin.
“Ah! My beautiful, precious, gorgeous noona!” He announces with a bright smile. You can’t help but laugh at his intoxicated antics. “She said she’d pick up the invitations after work, she’ll stop by later.”
“Invitations for what?!” Seungkwan whips his head around. You’re the only one that notices his jaw trembling.
The word doesn’t take a genius to know its many connotations; Especially the only one that made sense in the context.
“AH!” Seokmin claps his hands. “YOU DON’T KNOW!” He laughs, only building up suspense. “Sohee is getting married.”
Ah… He screwed up.
All of a sudden, there’s no fucking reason for all this. The carpet has been swept from under his feet without a moment’s notice. Everything has built up to this moment and for what? Sohee is getting married and didn’t even bother to send a message.
She wouldn’t care.
He could stand before her, wave his shiny accessories, flaunt his status and she would be happily married.
Everything so far wouldn’t mean anything if he didn’t get his fucking revenge.
You watch as Seungkwan clenches his fists under the table, biting into his lips. Seokmin, of course, doesn’t notice the way the news was taken and has entered a monologue on how happy his older sister is with the matrimony.
Before you can call his name, Seungkwan bolts from his seat, leaving you and his belongings behind.
“He has a flight to catch soon! Thanks, DK!” You yell, hastily gathering up your bag and his coat and stumbling your way out of the restaurant to follow Seungkwan.
“Kwannie! Kwan! Stop!”
He pays you no mind, stomping his way toward his expensive rental and you quicken your pace, high heels loudly clacking against the asphalt.
“Seungkwan! STOP!” You snatch the keys away from his hand and shove your body between him and the door. “Are you fucking crazy?! You’re not driving.”
That seems to wake him up from his anger-induced trance, but now that you’re close, you seem like the perfect target to channel his rage.
“Get out of my way.” He hisses, eyes glazed in deep-rooted hatred that burns its way through his veins, its flames feeding on the very oxygen he inhales in shallow breaths.
You cross your arms, reciprocating his heated stare.
Seungkwan breathes in, ramming his fist against the doorframe only an inch or two away from your face. You’re not proud to say how hard you flinched.
“Fine, I’ll walk.”
With a sigh, he just leaves you there.
“At least take your fucking jacket.” You jog toward him, juggling both your coats as you try to swing your bag over your shoulder, “What if you get sick? Your manager will kill you—“
Seungkwan turns around and snatches his expensive item from your hands, returning to his fast pace afterwards.
You struggle to keep up in your platform high-heels, so you shrug them off and run. Your tights will only protect your feet for so many steps but you’re too intoxicated to think that far.
He sighs at your unbothered smile and quickens his step. His legs might be long and slender, but you have quite the stamina and willingness to be a menace.
“Where are you staying?” You ask, hoping there would be a cab available downtown to escort your angry friend.
“Mind your business.”
You click your tongue.
Gathering up your courage, you blurt it out:
“I thought you knew.”
Seungkwan halts and turns around just in time for you to crash into his chest. His lungs heave with curt breaths, and he swallows hard, eyes studying your face for a sign of jest. There isn’t any.
“You knew? You knew?!" His fingers dig deep into your shoulders as he shakes your body, jaw tight in anger.
Sohee wasn’t just a pretty girl, I mean, she was– is, gorgeous. But that was never the reason young and impressionable Seungkwan fell for her, no. He was a chubby-cheeked, awkward boy who blushed at just about anything, and she was a goddess, descending from heaven to help him gather his scattered books back into his hand-me-down backpack.
And he held this crush, letting it root deep into his teenage heart and blossom into first love. He talked about her all the time, his every waking thought plagued by Sohee, you remember how angry he got whenever one of his sisters teased him about it.
Entering High-school, he gathered up his courage and on the last day of school, he confessed.
And she had this look on her face, of utter and total disgust. As if he wasn’t even worthy of the oxygen he consumed. He was a mere bug that dared to enter her sight. She never uttered a word, but she didn’t have to; As her friends threw insults, crushing his weakened spirit, Sohee laughed.
The following year, he’d become someone totally different.
You can’t find it in your heart to mind his reaction, you actually understand it and you feel nothing but sorry, “I mean… She wouldn’t shut up about it. The whole town knows, I thought your mum had told you.”
“She didn’t.”
He lets go of you with a push and you stumble slightly.
You adjust your bag strap, “I figured…”
It seems the news finally settle into the pit of his stomach as Seungkwan runs his fingers through his perfectly styled hair with a heavy sigh. It crunches slightly under the weight of his fingers.
He’s a thirty-year-old man crouched down in the middle of a deserted road in his minuscule hometown, grieving his ten-year-old plan of getting revenge on his first love. God, the paparazzi would have his ass had he been in Seoul.
But in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, the only audience is you; And despite your track record, you show empathy, like a real, feeling, breathing, human being and not a folklore swamp witch that ate children for breakfast.
“Come on,” You announce, jogging up to grab his wrist and drag him before he can protest.
The school was very well-located. Standing strong in the very middle of town, its pebbled paths are still the same decade after decade.
The trees stand strong, far older than either of you and certainly outlive you. Its leaves are a bright shade of green this time of year, lively and healthy. God, you skipped so many classes under that shady spot behind the gym.
When you stop at the side gate, Seungkwan is horrified.
“You’re not planning to break in, are you?”
You roll your eyes, digging around in your purse for your crowded keychain. It’s dangling with many keys, but they are outnumbered by the sheer amount of keychains you have. Childish and colourful they make all sorts of noises as you look for the right key. When you unlock the gate, his surprise is visible for almost an entire minute.
“I keep forgetting you’re someone with a job, given how nosy you are.”
His dig goes ignored as you pick your heels back up and head in without further notice. Seungkwan had no choice but to follow lest he wanted to stand on a deserted road in the middle of the night with nowhere to go.
It’s a weird feeling coming back to your old high school after so long. The walls feel all too familiar at the same time they feel foreign. Scattered memories find their way into your thoughts as you navigate the ambience. Every corner holds a moment that would change you forever, that shaped you into the person you are. And yet, the decor has not changed, despite how much you have.
“I’ll give you an exclusive tour through our lounge, how about that?”
You stretch your arms in a flashy way, pushing open the door labelled as “Teacher’s Lounge”.
Becoming a middle school teacher was far from being your dream since childhood. It was something you had never thought of, but it felt natural once you received a recommendation from the guidance counsellor. Seungkwan bullied you over your sad, boring, life and how you were doomed to live in the middle of nowhere until you are wrinkly and old.
In the lounge, there are desks neatly arranged in the middle as well as a sofa in the corner with a fridge and a microwave. The decoration is minimal, a framed prize of excellence that’s almost three or four decades old, but it’s the only one you have to display.
You launch your heels and bag toward the couch and bee-line for the fridge. All while Seungkwan feels out of place in such a saintly space for teachers, the child in him feels naughty for entering the lounge without being invited by a grown-up. (You don’t count.)
Just behind the leftovers, in a box labelled “Frozen peas" was your communal stash of booze. Of course, no one was drinking on the job, but sometimes when you and your co-workers stayed back way past the sunset, you’d crack open a bottle to share.
“Is that allowed?!” Seungkwan widens his eyes at the familiar green bottles.
“It’s allowed as long as you mind your damn business,” You hiss, comfortably dropping into the battered old couch and patting the seat next to yours.
Giving up, Seungkwan cracks open his bottle and plops down next to you.
With a mischievous smile, you stretch your legs over his, laying down by the couch arm. He doesn’t even bat an eye, not as much as a side-eye or grumble. God, he must feel like shit.
“What’s the plan for now?” You ask.
Seungkwan sighs, taking a long sip.
“I don’t know… It’s meaningless.”
“There’s still plenty of ways of making her miserable,” You announce, taking a sip before announcing your marvellous idea. “Oh, you could crash her wedding!”
He gives you a half-hearted laugh, it eases the anxiety that looms in your stomach.
“And go to jail? Lose my career?” Shit, he has a point. You hate when Seungkwan has a point. “No, thanks.”
You’re deep in thought, mulling over ways to obliterate Sohee’s happiness in the cruellest form possible when he speaks up.
“I’m pathetic.”
There are no other words the egomaniac, arrogant Boo Seungkwan could say that would break your heart. The atmosphere feels wrong, having those words dissipate into the air, become a reality as soon as he speaks them out loud.
“No. No, you’re not” You lean forward, a light hand coming to touch his shoulder.
You wish you had better words, you wish you could be normal for a second and be serious about your emotions without roundabout ways of making the conversation lighthearted lest you actually acknowledge how much he means to you.
“Yes, I am. I’m almost thirty and I’m still fucking hung up on her—I mean, is that pathetic or what?
“Kwannie, shut the fuck up, you’re our national treasure. Everyone we went to school with WISHES they were in the place you are right now.”
He shakes his head, but you don’t allow yourself to be interrupted.
“Didn’t you see how everyone looked at you tonight? You stole the spotlight from the moment you walked in. You have everything you worked for.”
Seungkwan is quiet, biting on his lower lip. He appreciates your words and it’s implied by the small pat he gives to your thigh.
You’ve got the bottle attached to your lips as you toe off your ripped tights, peeling them off your tired legs. No saving this pair, too bad, they were brand new. Warm alcohol buzzing down his throat, Seungkwan is almost hypnotised by the sight of your creamy thighs peeking from under your skirt as you struggle with the fabric.
“I could fuck her husband,” You joke, throwing the useless tights across the room and barely missing the trash can.
“No. No, you can’t,” His tone is so overly-serious you just can’t help but elaborate.
“That would ruin her wedding— Or do you mean I couldn’t seduce him? I mean have you looked at me? I could totally bag that snarky city boy,” You’re so engulfed in your argument, pulling your waistband over your feet that you don’t see Seungkwan leaning over to pull you into his lap.
“No, I mean. I won’t let you,” He stares deeply into your soul, hot breath hitting your lips, “You’re not allowed to fuck him.”
It’s the booze. It has to be.
I mean, why else would you, out of everyone, find this somewhat possessive behaviour so fucking hot?
Maybe it’s just how out of character it feels. Seungkwan always treated sex, with you at least, as such a mundane activity.
“wow. Sexist much?” You laugh awkwardly, wrapping your hands around his neck.
He smirks, “What? Like it doesn’t make your pussy wet?”
Your breath hitches and your mouth feels dry, dry and lonely, especially when his lips look so soft and rosy covered in his high-end tinted lip balm. You’d like to think it’s the alcohol clouding your judgement and that you are not that desperate for him in your other encounters.
Hypnotised by his lips, you’re melting into his body, finding your place on his lap. Every slight move of your hips his thighs tense up, your skirt has ridden far enough for your clothed core to touch his bulge, a shameful wet patch finding its way on the fabric.
“Say it again,” You ask and it’s a breathless plea that tickles his nose with lustful intent. Seungkwan smiles, eyes locked on the way you bite at your lower lips, so eagerly awaiting him.
“I won’t let you, you will not leave my sight,” He says, his adam’s apple bobs up and down in a dry swallow, “You can’t fuck anyone else.”
And you find his lips, consumed by your want. Mouth crashing on his with the weight of burnout, alcohol and horniness buzzing through your veins; Only heightened by how long it’s been since your last rendezvous.
Seungkwan holds your waist tight, fingers burying into your skin, leaving his mark everywhere they touch. He pulls you into his chest, impossibly close and even then, it’s not enough.
He groans into your mouth and you greedily swallow every sound he makes, eager to devour everything he will let you have, you will wait on hand for every drop of attention if you have to.
Arms secured around your hips, Seungkwan leans back. You’re still glued to his lips, chest flushed with his; Hips mindlessly grinding against his slacks, every bit of friction a blessing bestowed on his strained erection.
“Come up–” He says, lessening his grip on your waist.
“Wha… What–” You’re panting against his lips, breath tickling sensitive skin making him regret parting the kiss.
“Ride my face–”
Oh.
Well, he didn’t have to say it twice.
Blood is rushing to your lower bits so fast you almost feel lightheaded, you want nothing but to crush his head between your thighs until he is out of breath and moaning nothing but your name.
He licks a long strip, moaning against your cunt at the intoxicating taste. Unconsciously, you’re thrusting your hips at his tongue, spreading your slick around his face.
Every time felt like the first when he tasted you on his tongue, when you dripped onto him, melted into his lips so willingly. When you moaned his name and chased your high, using him as you wished.
His nose bumps against your clit, making your body flinch instantly at the friction. Seungkwan chuckles against your cunt, tongue focused on prodding at your expectant hole. You gulp, reaching your hand to grab fistfuls of his hair, it crunches softly under your fingers, the hair pomade smells of tangerine.
Fingers digging into your flesh, he leaves crescent moons tattooed into your skin; part of you wishes they would last, constant reminders of him and every emotion that follows, you wish this moon cycle ended in something other than being left on read.
But at this moment, as Seungkwan eats your pussy like a starved man, bringing your hips closer and closer as if you were the very oxygen in his lungs, you can pretend.
With a soft mewl of his name, you glide your pussy along his open tongue, lewd wet noises filling your ears with sinful thoughts. His eyes are glazed with lust, staring up at you to capture every breath you take to drink your every moan with senseless intent.
“Pull my hair—“ he whines against your thighs, his voice is a hoarse whisper that tickles your sensitive skin, “Pretend you’re my teacher— Call me a bad boy,” Nipping at your skin, Seungkwan stares expectedly into your eyes.
God forbid you ever felt anything but maternal love for any of your snotty students, but Seungkwan words go straight to your pussy like a slap to your face. And you’re crushing his head between your thighs with such strength it has left the perfect imprint of your legs on his cheeks.
“You are such a weirdo–” You reply, absolutely floored by his request and even more by how willing you are to comply with any of his wishes.
Seungkwan whimpers, biting at your skin. Every word that dances in malice travel through his burning body, eliciting goosebumps over every inch of skin.
“Stop being such a brat and eat my pussy,” You command. The power feels dizzying, dripping from your lips with an unfamiliar venom.
“Fuck–” He curses before diving back in.
His thumb finds your clit, toying with the sensitive nerve at a slow pace even as his tongue absolutely demolishes your hole. You whine, tightening your grip around the locks of his hair.
The vibrations coming from his soft moans are going straight into your core, travelling along your bloodstream, rushing to your brain with the addicting dopamine.
“You– You’ll be a good boy, huh?” You ask, unsure of how to phrase it, if it will please him, domination feels unfamiliar on your tongue, “Be a– Fuck! Be a good boy and make me cum…?”
He nods fervently against your pussy, nose tickling your clitoris with the perfect amount of pressure to make the knot in your belly tighten.
His name falls from your lips as you cum, keeling over with a strained moan, legs convulsing from sheer pleasure.
Seungkwan taps your thigh when he can’t breathe and you pry yourself off his face, stumbling over your numb legs. A string connects your slick to his lips and you almost moan at the very sight.
“Fuck– That was hot. You’re so fucking hot–” He smirks, pulling you flush to his chest, crashing his wet lips against yours and you can taste yourself on him.
And you taste of unrequited love.
His hands are on your body so caringly, caressing every inch of exposed skin and exposing more on his way. You part the kiss to urge him to remove the tee shirt he wears and he practically destroys your pretty button-up with how roughly he tears it apart.
You whine at the fact and he shushes you with soft promises of getting you something prettier.
Your chest feels so soft against his, heartbeats matching in ardent craving, longing for the next minutes you will spend in each other’s arms.
When your hands find his perfectly ironed slacks, you can feel the strained bulge and the very obvious wet spot that stains the dark navy fabric. Seungkwan groans, flinching away from your touch as much as his brain yells at him to chase your hand.
“Fuck– I need your pussy— I’m gonna fuckin’ die–” He groans, pulling your hands away before he can waste any of his cum on your hands. He can’t do it today, he needs to be inside, to claim and conquer, to feel part of something.
Biting your lips at his words, you lay back, spreading your legs willingly. God, Seungkwan almost cums at the sight.
You’re looking up at him with such a lewd glaze painting your doe eyes, your own slick coating your lips above smeared lipstick. Chest heaving, your tits heaving up and down with every bated breath.
He pries open his belt and lowers his trousers just enough to free his throbbing erection. You whine at the sight, it stands red and angry, oozing precum and so ready to plough you into tomorrow.
Seungkwan didn’t wear condoms with you very often, only when he was fresh off a relationship and didn’t have time to get tested before your meetings. The last time you’d met, he had just broken up with a rookie idol, a petite thing with big dreams and pretty eyes.
He’d fucked his frustration into your hips that night, not a word about how his feelings. The next morning, he was back to normal.
But tonight, he was going to fill you up; God, it had been too long since he felt your walls clamping around his cock with such enthusiasm.
You adjust yourself over the pillow and watch as Seungkwan rubs himself over your slit, collecting as much lubrication as possible. Hissing, you hurry him up. He slightly thumbs at your hole, stretching it.
“Just fucking do it already–!”
He slaps your clit, “Shut up.”
Crossing your arms, you look away in resentment. Seungkwan chuckles at the sight of your pouty lips.
“Stop sulking, yeah?” He leans forward, whispering against your lips, “I’ll fuck you nice and good once you’re ready,” His kisses are gentle against your swollen lips, collecting more of your cheap red lipstick that stains more than you’d wish.
Deciding you’re somewhat ready, but mostly giving in to the extreme horniness that burns through his bloodstream, Seungkwan slowly thrusts into your tight hole.
“H-Holy shit–” He chokes, leaning forward to bury his reddened face into your neck. “How are you so fucking tight? No matter how many times I fuck you–”
He bottoms out, kissing the tip of your cervix, filling up the hole that sits at the bottom of your heart with plain arousal.
Your brain oozes dopamine at the stretch, tearing you apart to scramble your insides and batter your heart, only to put you back together with a single soft smile.
“Fuckin’ Move–” You managed to gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing his chest flush to yours.
Seungkwan half-worries he might go too harsh, that you’re not ready by how tight you still are; But you’re thrusting your hips against his, mewling sweet, tempting pleas against his ear.
So he cedes to your wishes, hips pistoning into yours with relentless desire. Your pussy squelches lewdly around his cock, a ring of arousal pooling around the base. He groans at the sight.
And you’re squirming under him, his name dripping from your tongue in a harmonic prayer.
Between thrusts, he finds your lips with the intent to drink your every moan, every syllable of his name that leaves your lips in a breathy moan.
Hands tight on your hips, Seungkwan lifts your leg to wrap around his waist, allowing him more leverage to plough your pussy as he wishes, to ravage you in every way. Stake his claim in the most primal way possible.
The new angle allows him to caress your sensitive spot with every merciless shove of his dick into your hole. The sofa creaks under the weight of you, and you’re silently praying it doesn’t break because you will flee the country before you explain to the principal why the lounge couch is broken.
Tears leak from your glazed eyes, you bury your face into his hair, smelling the citric hair gel, the woody cologne he created in a collab with an indie brand a couple years back.
Seungkwan nips at your neck, biting at your skin, trying his damndest to hold back the groans that want to escape, the praise that boils over on his tongue at how well you take him, on how you were made for him. Words that feel heavy, that elicit tears from your eyes and make you clench around him too hard.
“Come on, come on–” He urges, hand reaching to rub at your clit. Knowing fully he won’t last long.
“Fuck– M’ close!” You whine, arching your back, handing yourself on a plater, pliant and willing.
When you come, you’re silent, pulling at his hair with breathy gasps. Your walls convulse around him, milking his cock for all he’s worth, coaxing his own orgasm.
Seungkwan comes undone in hot spurts, painting you white with his cum, collapsing against your chest with a faint whisper of your name.
Still inside, he wraps his arms around your waist, peppering soft kisses along your collarbone.
He is only loving in the aftermath when the room smells of sex.
You wake up not too long after, and Seungkwan snores softly on your chest, drooling over your sweaty skin. You feel anything but sexy, all clammy and gross. And he’s gone soft and you can feel the cum leaking over your thighs.
With a sigh, you grab a pillow from the floor, shoving it under his head so you can hopefully leave without waking the beast. Luckily, you’re out of his embrace.
Plucking your clothes from the floor, you realise only one of the buttons remains on your blouse. Cursing Seungkwan in your head, you wear it anyway, having nothing better. You pull the skirt down after wiping away the fluids from your skin.
Seungkwan groans, mouth dry and arms numb, he sits up.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” You ask, leaning over the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
“What time is it?” His voice is hoarse, it tickles your tummy with the tempting domesticity.
“Just past two. When’s your flight?”
“At six,” He huffs, leaning against his knees.
You offer him some water, which he gladly accepts.
The silence isn’t awkward, it’s a comfortable blanket of omission that hides in its thread the unresolved feelings that snowball over decades.
“Do you miss it?” You ask, eyes focused on the night scenery outside the window, not nearly courageous enough to stare at him.
“What?”
“Our school years.”
“No fucking way. They sucked,” He laughs.
You chuckle.
“Didn’t you have fun? We used to go over to Chan’s after school and make his life a living hell.”
Seungkwan laughs at the nostalgic memory.
Lee Chan was the brother of an upperclassman and you became friends by chance. He was absolutely obsessed with girl groups and you, Seungkwan, Seokmin and Soonyoung just loved to make fun of his taste.
“What is he doing these days? Man, he was so easy to mess with.”
“He left for Seoul, to become a trainee in high school.”
He nods.
“If… If it hadn’t been for Sohee, do you think you’d have enjoyed it?”
It’s almost a hopeful question, a melancholic plea for acknowledgement. In the underlines, there is a secret question, “Do you miss me?”
“…I don’t know, maybe.” He shrugs.
maybe.
That was enough for you.
When he gets into the uber with a soft wave, heading back into his glamorous lifestyle, you’re left to pick the pieces of your heart back up, glue them all together with a boring routine and mind-numbing deskwork until he can break them again.
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car ride — bsk
[18+ mdni]
wc: 1.4k
the car door shuts behind your boyfriend as he enters the backseat. he signals to the driver - the car begins to move.
the dinner had been fine, the food was decent and the company was tolerable. you don't mind these company outings with his coworkers, but they're never particularly exciting.
tonight, however, you had an agenda.
you took your time getting ready beforehand - making it a point to distract seungkwan by walking around in your underwear, trying to seduce him to abandon the plans so he could fuck you all night instead. but, this dinner was a particularly important one, so you knew you had to give it up and cooperate. the look on his face as he sat on the bed and watched you get dressed, however, informed you that his mind was in the same place as yours.
at the bougie restaurant, your hand kept slipping over to his lap under the tablecloth. you didn't do anything more than that - just gently caressed his muscular thigh that you find incredibly attractive (he is well aware of this fact - you tell him frequently). he maintained his composure, conversing easily with all the important people at the company as his outgoing nature allows. but, the way he kept grabbing onto your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as he held you against his thigh, and the subtle glances he flashed at you from time to time were a dead giveaway: he too wanted to get the fuck out of there.
he was outwardly at ease as you waited for the driver to pull the car up, cordially bidding adieu to his coworkers. but now that you’re alone in the car with him, the look on his face tells you he has been restraining himself for hours now - and he’s not about to let you get away with teasing him all night like that.
you bite your lip to conceal your smile at the thought of what he’s going to do to you for it. he notices anyway.
“proud of yourself, are you baby?” he says as he reaches over, cupping your face in his hand lightly.
you bat your eyelashes at him to taunt him further as you play dumb. “i don't know what you mean, babe.”
his grip tightens gently on your face, grasping your chin as he draws your face into his, his lips lingering immediately before yours.
“oh i think you do, love.”
you try to kiss him, your lips desperate to taste his, but he holds your face firmly, not allowing you to do so just yet. you pout and make your saddest puppy eyes at him. he smirks back at you as he licks his lips.
leaning forward he knocks twice at the driver. the driver receives the signal, and rolls up the partition. with a click the opaque black screen locks into place. privacy at last.
he turns back to you. as his one hand cradles your face, the other makes its way to the bulge that has quickly formed in his pants. palming his cock through his trousers, he kisses you slowly. as his kiss grows more passionate he reaches for your hand, drawing it to the hardening bulge. you feel its weight in your hand, its thick shape hardening further as you caress it. he lets out a low hum, his mouth vibrating against yours.
you whine as he breaks free from your kiss, but he begins to unbuckle his belt, looking at you with intense lust in his eyes. he doesn't even need to say anything - you obediently slide off the seat, taking your place on your knees between his legs. he pulls his cock out, giving it a few strokes as his free hand begins to gather your hair at the back of your head. he grasps your hair in his fist, pulling on your head - forcing you to look up at him. holding his cock he traces the head over your lips - you stick your tongue out slightly, licking up the precum that has formed at its tip. you take the very end of his cock between your lips, sucking ever so slightly. you don't take your eyes off him - you watch him watching you, the expression on his face carnal as you lick the end of his cock.
“think you can get away with trying to turn me on all night like that?” you take the head in your mouth, wetting it as your tongue dances across it. “you should know better than that, baby girl.” he pushes down on your head - you take the rest of his length in your mouth, gagging on him, your eyes locked into his as you swallow him to his base.
“but you like this, don't you baby.” he pulls your hair, guiding your mouth back up his length before pushing down again. “you like acting like a little brat so that i’ll have to teach you a lesson.” your pace increases as you continue to move your mouth up and down his length - but his grip on your hair doesn't loosen. “you like having my cock in your pretty little mouth, don't you.”
you look up at him, nodding, teary eyed, unable to answer with his size filling up your throat. he leans his head back onto the seat as you swallow his cock, up and down - letting out low moans as his hips begin to buck slightly. before long you feel his cock throbbing against your lips, desperate to cum.
“oh fuck, that's my good girl,” he groans, his voice low and gravelly. “gonna cum baby.”
his hips thrust upward as you feel him release, warm white ropes hitting the back of your mouth as he holds your head down, moaning as he pushes his cock further into your throat. it pulsates in your mouth as you feel him start to come down from his high, giving you every last drop of his cum. his grip on your hair loosens - he strokes your hair as his body relaxes into his seat. you slowly remove his length from your mouth, sucking gently as you go, swallowing all of his cum.
you give his skin a few soft kisses as his cock rests against his stomach, still throbbing slightly. he then pulls you back up, pushing you into the seat as his hand slides under your skirt, running up your inner thigh. he reaches your cunt, tracing his fingers over your thoroughly soaked underwear. he lets out a low hum.
“i knew you were turned on baby, i didn't realize you were this desperate.”
you whimper as he slips two fingers under the fabric, feeling the wetness of your folds. his fingertips graze over your clit - it pulsates instantly at the stimulation, so sensitive from being needy all night. your hips begin to rock back and forth at the rhythmical sensation. you feel his lips against your neck, giving you soft little pecks as his fingers circle your bud. then, he slides his fingers into your dripping cunt - you moan as he begins to fuck you, his long fingers curving perfectly to hit you in just the right spot. he slides in and out of you, the sensation sending you over the edge. your orgasm rapidly approaches - your body begins to shake as your walls squeeze around his fingers.
“fuck, i'm cumming, seungkwan-”
you cry out at the waves of pleasure that overtake your whole body, screaming his name as you cum on his fingers. every nerve in your body is electrified as you ride out your high - you're a moaning whimpering mess. you start to come down - he slows his pace, his fingers sliding in and out of you steadily now, your soaked core throbbing.
your body relaxes, sinking into your boyfriend’s side. he slowly pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth and lapping up every last bit of your juices. he pulls you into a warm embrace, kissing the top of your head.
“you know,” you say after several blissful moments of silence, “i'm not entirely sure if this thing is soundproof.” you gesture to the raised partition.
seungkwan laughs, the musical sound dancing in your ears. “oops.”
“whatever,” you say with a smile. “that was absolutely worth it.”
“my baby feels good?” he asks you, his arm wrapped around you rubbing you softly. you feel the car slow to a stop.
“soooooo good,” you giggle.
“perfect,” he says as he takes your chin in his hand, pulling your face up to look at him - a mischievous grin lighting up his face. “because i'm not done with you yet.”
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a/n: he posted that picture of him in the car today and i actually lost my fucking mind. i simply had to write this or i was gonna explode. my fellow boosadans - this one's for you <3
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→ PAIRING: Chan (Dino) x Afab!Reader x Seungkwan.
→ GENRE: Friends to Lovers, kinda comedy, tiny bit of fluff, adult content: smut MDNI.
→ SYNOPSIS: One night of careless drinking with your 13 closest friends leads to Chan and Seungkwan finally finding out you have a crush on them. How lucky you are that the feelings are mutual and that they want to show you just how much they worship you.
→ WARNINGS: alcohol use, cursing, mutual masturbation (m/m), dirty talk, loads of kissing (m/f/m), blowjobs, mouth, throat and cheek fucking, cum eating, softdom!chan, oral (f receiving), use of petnames: baby, princess, slut, protected sex, double penetration (vaginal & anal), multiple orgasms, really this is filthy lmao
→ WORDCOUNT: 10.7k
A/N: hello!! what started as a boochan brainrot ended in a boochan brainrot for @bitchlessdino's birthday!! so, here it is your 10k long monster of a present because this girl cannot stfu. i love you and i hope you have the best birthday ever! for everyone else, you are obviously also allowed to enjoy this filthy peace of work! i would appreciate a reblog & comment as that makes my day <;3
Perhaps your ability to fake it was slowly becoming a problem. Fine, being an acting major and all, having even starred in a few theater productions it wasn’t exactly a surprise you were a good actor, but this extent even shocked you.You were at a restaurant with your friends, all of them drinking and having fun and while you at least acted like you had the same amount of fun, you knew well enough you weren’t. It wasn’t like your friends weren’t any fun, no, they were, but two of them in particular had you literally sweating bricks since the moment they had sat down.
In your time at SVT university, you had made a total of 13 friends. All of them boys, all of them already connected from before. The first one you had met was Mingyu, a tall, handsome fella who had adopted you on orientation night when you had struggled to finish all of the shots you and the other freshmen were supposed to drink. Back then you had been a lightweight but being friends with 13 maniacs (even though a couple of them didn’t drink alcohol) had shaped you into a whole new being. So, Mingyu had taken it upon himself to introduce you to his friends and soon enough you found yourself to be all of their little sister.
And for a while that was fine, you didn’t particularly care about them being good-looking or campus crushes, no, to you they were just the guys that had taken you in when you had no one on your side. Moving to the city on your own with no friends or family wasn’t easy, and these 13 idiots had somehow managed to make you feel right at home. They still made you feel at home when only half of you were still in Uni and the rest had graduated, gotten jobs, bought apartments. But as mentioned before it was only fine for a while. Because the more time you spent with them, all of you together or in smaller groups or individually, the more you noticed that two of them made it harder for you to just want to remain friends.
The restaurant wasn’t full, considering it was a Tuesday evening, but since your group was big enough, you were sure the owners would still consider this a successful evening, nonetheless. Right now, you were seated between Mingyu and Jihoon, the table in front of you filled with countless different types of food, your stomach full and your mind a little blurry from the soju you had already drank. You had started playing drinking games about an hour ago, going from wild to mild. At this point, you all had your fingers raised for a (not so) sweet round of “Never have I ever”.
“Okay, uhm, never have I ever…slept with two people in the same night!” Jun seemed extremely happy about his idea. Raising your brows, you watched how basically all of the 95ers, Soonyoung, Minghao and, surprisingly, Hansol, folded a finger.
“Hansolie?” You asked, a grin spreading on your face, and he shrugged as he looked over to you.
“Honestly, I don’t remember much about it, just that at 1am I met this girl, and we hooked up, I went to another club with her and ended up bringing another one home.”
“Ah, yes, I remember that,” Seokmin nodded, pointing at him with his index finger, “the first girl was pissed, but Chan took good care of her, didn’t you, Channie?”
Everyone laughed now, Chan’s cheeks bright red. Well, everyone but you. You just sat there, looking at Chan who was next to Seungkwan, who was also laughing. Suddenly you felt the need to be the first one to fold all fingers and drink your whole glass in one go.
It really wasn’t easy, you had figured out, having feelings for not just one, but two of your closest friends. To this day you hadn’t told a soul about it, and up to this point no one had noticed any changes in your behavior. That’s where the acting major came in handy. Clearing your throat, you put on a grimace.
“Yah, don’t talk about the girl like that, Seokmin oppa,” you scolded him and he put his hands together, bowing his head repeatedly as he continued to say “sorry, ma’am”. You scoffed and shook your head looking over at Jeonghan, who was next to Jun and had to say the next never have I ever.
“Never have I ever sucked a dick,” he said, smiling innocently. You took a deep breath and folded a finger. Hansol, Josh and Minghao followed.
“Look at that, our girl is finally having more than one finger down,” of course Jeonghan had targeted you, knowing he was going to take some of his boy-friends with him, but at least only those with at least seven fingers still up.
“Is that what we’re gonna do now?” You asked, shaking your hair so it would fall backwards from your shoulder and over your back.
“I just think we ask too many straight-male pointed questions. We should be more inclusive in this group!” Jeonghan smiled even wider, and you clicked your tongue, deciding not to answer him.
“Gonna be honest, I don’t even want to imagine Y/N sucking anyone off, like that’s our baby!” Mingyu said, arm now hanging over your chair. For fuck’s sake. You sighed, looking over at him.
“I’m not even a full year younger than Chan, you doofus.”
“At least call him doofus oppa, Y/N,” Cheol grinned, while Mingyu looked incredibly offended. You laughed and nudged Mingyu with your elbow before looking back at Jeonghan, who had a knowing grin on his face, a knowing grin that had you confused. Why did he grin like that?
“Me next!” Soonyoung stretched one arm into the air, his face red from the alcohol. You shook your head slightly, deciding to ignore Jeonghan and just hope whatever he had planned wouldn’t actually come true.
“Never have I ever had a crush on a close friend of mine!”
You felt your blood freeze. A crush on a close friend? Slowly, your eyes moved to Jeonghan, who, of course, was looking right at you. His finger stayed up.
You didn’t take notice of how Chan and Seungkwan folded their fingers.
Leaning back in your chair, you decided to lie. Who said you had to tell the truth here? Crossing your one leg over the other and grabbing a piece of kimchi with your chopsticks to shove it into your mouth, you were content with your choice. At least for approximately three seconds.
“Yah! Y/N, you need to drink!” Soonyoung pointed at you with the arm he had stretched out before, and you choked on the piece of kimchi.
The table seemed confused – or at least a part of it did. While you coughed and Mingyu hit your back repeatedly to help, his face in a frown at Soonyoung, everyone on Jeonghan’s left side seemed just as lost as you felt, while everyone on his right side up until Joshua seemed as if they were more annoyed at Soonyoung. Jihoon, next to you, looked just as confused.
“Excuse me?” You croaked out now, reaching for your water glass, and taking a big sip.
“Ah, common, we have it figured out! You have a crush on Mingyu!”
And the water landed right on your food, spat out of your mouth.
“She- what?!” Mingyu’s eyes widened, while you tried to recover from your earlier coughing fit as well as the one that was now shaking you.
“Hyung, common! We wanted to get it out of her slowly!” Seokmin complained and Soonyoung sighed.
“Do you even know how much we drank? If we do any more shots, we will all die, Seokmin-ah!”
“I do- I do not have a crush on Mingyu!” you finally managed to say, a napkin in your balled fist, “what makes you think I do?!”
Now, everyone looked at you, including Jeonghan who raised his brows.
“You don’t?” He asked, obviously not believing you. You scoffed.
“No, I don’t. And now tell me why you would even think so?”
Jeonghan shifted on his seat, and you were slightly uncomfortable with all the eyes on you – especially Chan’s and Seungkwan’s. How on earth had Jeonghan gotten this so wrong?
“Well, uh, I overheard a conversation you had the other day. With one of your friends? Yuri, I believe?”
You began to wreck your brain. A conversation you had had with Yuri? You remembered talking to her the other day, remembered that she had asked you something and-
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you groaned, pulling a hand through your hair, “I don’t have a crush on him, she does!”
And scene. The silence was louder than words. Then – laughter. Everyone but Jeonghan, who’s mouth was now shaped like an “o”, laughed loudly, Jun placing his hand on Jeonghan’s shoulder.
“Yah, hyung, how bad are you at eavesdropping, hm?” The older guy didn’t say anything, he just continued to stare at you. You shook your head, a grin spreading on your lips.
“Feels bad to be embarrassed like this, huh? And to think you wanted to do that to me, oppa. Seriously, me liking Mingyu? You couldn’t have gotten it more wrong.” Pause. You noticed it just around the same time as everyone else. The laughter died down and made room for curious eyebrow raises. Shit.
“So, you’re saying there is someone you like?” Jeonghan was right back in his element, the annoying smirk back on his lips and, god, did you want to punch it off right then and there. Maybe even take some off the leftover perilla leaves and stuff them in his mouth.
All eyes were on you now. Clicking your tongue, you leaned forward.
“Did you really think you’d just get me to confess potential feelings to one of you right now?” You looked straight at Jeonghan, who shrugged with an innocent grin.
“If we got you drunk enough, why not?” Oh, he was such a menace. Did he really think you were this stupid? You scoffed and leaned back, arms crossed.
“Even if I would allow myself to get super drunk, never would I ever tell you anything. At least not with all of us together.”
“So, you’re saying there is someone you have a crush on?” Mingyu now chimed in, basically asking the same question as Jeonghan had before. You closed your eyes momentarily, contemplating how on earth you could still make these mistakes when you had literally been living with these crushes for ages and nothing had ever slipped out. Perhaps it was the alcohol. And the fact that both Seungkwan and Chan just looked way too good tonight.
You had watched them both to the best of your abilities, trying not to get caught (and apparently you hadn’t, considering everyone thought you had a crush on Mingyu). Seungkwan had been in a bit of a mood when he had arrived, and for some reason his slight annoyance made you want to jump his bones right then and there. That mixed with the way he drowned shots, his pretty fingers around the glass, almost flipping the glass over but skilfully stopping it at the last second. Even though you didn’t understand why… it was insanely attractive. His black polo and sweats, the way his brown hair fell into his face. All about him had you in a chokehold. It was basically the same with Chan. Sporting a zip up hoodie and jeans, a black t-shirt underneath, smiling and laughing loudly along when anyone made a joke. These two were in some ways complete opposites and still fell in perfectly together. As much as they often pretended to despise one another, it was safe to say they were actually the best of friends, inseparable. Perhaps that was why you hadn’t just fallen for one of them, but both.
Sitting at the table now, with your friends all quieter than you had ever seen them, you decided that it was time to get this over with. Sighing, you waved the waiter over, who you then proceeded to ask for a pen and paper, all whilst the 13 guys surrounding you looked more than just a little confused.
“What exactly are you doing?” Wonwoo asked now, his eyebrows raised just like the rest of them. Instead of answering you thanked the waiter when he brought you your desired items and slid closer to the table with your chair.
“Since you are all so curious, why don’t we end this once and for all, hm? I’m going to put an X on one of these papers and hand them out to you. If you’re getting the X, and you are interested in me as well, you can come over to my place tomorrow at 8. If you don’t have time, make it,” you were ripping apart the paper until you had 13 almost identical pieces, acting like you were writing on every single one of them (your hand shielding you) and finally folding them together. The boys stared at you with their mouths dropped.
“If you’re not interested, just forget it happened, alright? First and foremost we are friends, and I don’t want that to change, got it?” Now, you got up from your chair, all the small pieces in your hand. You knew which ones held the X’s, ready to give them to Seungkwan and Chan when you reached them, not really able to stop your heart from racing. As you started handing them out, you cleared your throat.
“Oh, and don’t open them now. Open them later, okay? I don’t want this to get any more awkward.”
When you finally reached the two men of your desire, you managed to stay calm just like before. You had successfully convinced yourself that this was just another performance of yours; the boys were your audience and you were inviting them to perform with you, they were a pawn in your game, a piece of your art. Thinking like this made it easy to not be embarrassed and worried about the outcome of this little play. It helped you discard the thought of Seungkwan and Chan going home to their shared apartment later, of them opening the papers either together or alone and then seeing an X, most probably going to tell the other. And just like that they would know that you liked them both.
Sitting back down once everyone had received their papers, you grabbed your shot glass.
“Now that that’s done. Shall we continue?”
–
Living together had never been more nerve wracking than right now. Seungkwan and Chan sat in the taxi, both quiet, the papers you had given out heavy in their pockets. Neither of them had said a word, mostly because they wouldn’t even know what to say. It had been a while since they had found out they liked the same person - namely the girl that had just given out papers that would either have one of them feel the luckiest he had ever been and one shattered, or both just disappointed, but at least disappointed together. They hadn’t even thought about the third option.
Arriving at their shared place, the door falling closed behind them, the two kicked off their shoes and slowly made their way into the living space, a relatively big room with a couch and a TV, a small dining table and finally the open kitchen with an island that they used way more frequently than the table. Without exchanging words they sat down on two stools, their hearts racing as they put their respective papers on the island.
“Who goes first?” Chan asked, hands clasped together on top of the island. Seungkwan gulped.
“Together?” He suggested then and Chan nodded, his sweaty hands letting go of each other to reach for the tiny thing holding so much power. Seungkwan did the same, his throat dry and an unwelcome feeling in his stomach. In his mind it was either neither of them or Chan. Everyone loved Chan, girls loved Chan. He was charming and handsome and some even called him pretty. He was funny and kind, he had an incredible build and his dancing abilities were to die for. Seungkwan, on the other hand, wasn’t exactly popular with the ladies, at least not in the way Chan was. Yes, he was popular because he was funny and outgoing, because he always knew how to make a room laugh and how to present himself as the goofy friend. He had had one girlfriend all his life and that was about all the experience he had. He didn’t even know where to start with Chan.
“Alright then. On three?” Chan looked over at his best friend, who nodded slightly. He could literally see the sweat forming on Seungkwan’s forehead, could hear the speed of his heartbeat. While Chan wished for it to be himself, of course, he also kind of wished it would be Seungkwan you liked. He knew he wasn’t going to be mad at his best friend if he was the one you wanted. More so the opposite. Smiling at him now, Chan leaned over, his elbow softly nudging him in the side.
“Hyung, it’s gonna be fine, okay? Whatever the outcome, we will be fine.” The words touched Seungkwan more than they probably should and somehow he managed an honest smile before taking a deep breath.
“Okay. One.”
“Two.”
“Three!” The two of them said the last number in union, opening the papers at the same time, only to suck in their breaths. Two perfectly written Xs were right there in front of them. For the first few seconds they only stared at the paper, both of their hearts leaping out of their chests, their stomachs doing flips, butterflies spreading throughout every inch of their body. But then they realized what they were seeing, their heads almost simultaneously twirling around to look at the other. When neither of them saw disappointment, they felt confusion. When they looked at the other’s paper, they felt even more confusion.
The next hour was spent calling the 11 other friends that had been at the restaurant receiving a paper.
The hours after that were spent on Seungkwan’s bed, staring at the ceiling in their pjs.
“So,” Chan said after what felt like an eternity of silence.
“So,” Seungkwan replied.
“She likes both of us.” Hearing the words out loud made them seem sillier. Unreal, as well.
“Apparently,” Seungkwan shifted on his back, hands clasped and laid on his stomach, “what do we- what do we do?”
“I guess we’ll go to her place tomorrow.”
“Both of us?”
“She said whoever has an X on their paper is invited over at 8pm, hyung. So yes. Both of us.”
“And then what?”
Chan stayed silent at that once again. Yeah, then what? Gnawing on his bottom lip, he let the thought run through his mind. If you liked both of them, it could mean two things. One, you would want to choose eventually which one you liked better. But this seemed unlikely. You weren’t an indecisive person, they knew that. They knew you. So, option two seemed more realistic, while it also remained the somehow scarier one.
“I think,” Chan started, turning his head to face Seungkwan who was still staring ahead, “I think she wants us both. As in, she wants to date us both.”
Now, Seungkwan looked over at him.
“You really think so?”
“The other option just seems so unlike her. I think she has made her mind up about it and that’s why she even did this tonight. Yeah, she was kind of blindsided because Jeonghan hyung was being his same old enabler self, but… she wouldn’t have told us if she wasn’t ready to… you know. Commit to this.”
“And do you want to commit to this?” Seungkwan asked, wondering what Chan would answer. He was also wondering what he himself would answer.
“I don’t know. I think… I think I like her a lot, hyung. Like a whole damn lot. And I know you do too. You’re my best friend and I don’t- I don’t know how to explain this, but I feel like, if it’s with you I would be able to… do this.”
Surprise was displayed on the older boy’s face and he slowly sat up, Chan following his movement.
“So you’re saying that… if she wants both of us to be her boyfriends, you would be cool with that?”
“Yeah. I think so,” Chan hesitated a moment, “what about you?”
And there the question was. Laid out in front of Seungkwan, who had no idea what to say. Yes, he liked you. He liked you so, so much. But could he be in a poly relationship with you and his best friend? Could he- suddenly, the thought of Chan with you invaded his mind. You on top of Chan, kissing him, Chan’s hands all over your body, touching your skin. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to watch you, to hear you moan as Chan was kissing you, his hands somewhere between your legs…
“I think I would be too,” he breathed out now, his cheeks a little red and Chan looked at him attentively. Something in Seungkwan’s face, in his voice, had piqued his interest. He tilted his head, curiosity getting the best of him.
“What did you just think about?” He asked, not entirely sure why he was this intrigued.
“I-,” Seungkwan noticed the glint in Chan’s eyes, noticed the obvious curiosity and felt excitement rush over him. Clearing his throat, he laid back down on his back, Chan’s eyes on him at all times.
“I thought about what she would look like on top of you,” Seungkwan finally explained, not looking at his friend but instead back at the ceiling. His blood was rushing through his ears and down to his cock that slowly but surely grew in size. Chan stared at him, not sure what he had expected to hear and while a part of him had known it was something sexual, hearing it from Seungkwan himself made goosebumps erupt all over his skin.
When Chan didn’t say anything, Seungkwan continued.
“I thought about what she would sound like, what her moans would sound like when you touch her,” he licked his lips, the image back and so clear in front of his eyes. Now, Chan also laid down next to him, eyes fixed on a spot above them.
“I can see that, too, you know. Her on top of you. Her hips grinding down because she is so desperate for friction. She always seems so confident and in control, but I think when she’s horny she doesn’t have any of that control left.”
“Yeah, and she would.. she would be begging for us to touch her, to-,”
“To fuck her,” Chan finished the sentence for Seungkwan, who now felt his dick reach the ultimate hardness.
“Y-yeah,” Seungkwan stuttered, head dizzy, thoughts full of you and Chan and himself, in between the sheets, your wet and throbbing pussy around his size while you had your mouth on Chan’s hard cock. He had seen Chan naked more times than not, but none of these times had he been hard and for whatever reason, right now, he wished he had.
“Shit, I can totally see her, whiny and pouting, wanting all her holes stuffed with cocks, our cocks. She would suck on them so prettily, get her whole mouth full, wanting to touch herself but we wouldn’t let her, instead you’d go down on her, lick up her pussy and she’d moan around my cock, making me slip down further. Fuck, I bet she can take cock down all the way, I could feel it when i press down on her throat.”
Seungkwan had given up midway through Chan’s words. His hand was now down his pants, palming himself over his briefs, eyes closed as he listened to Chan’s voice. All the images of you were flooding his mind, making his hips move against his hand in a desperate attempt for even more friction.
Chan noticed Seungkwan then. Heard the noises his best friend made, his skin slightly beginning to tingle. Swallowing down the phantom lump in his throat, he let his own hand slip into his sweats, feeling his hard cock against the palm of his hand. Precum had already stained his briefs and he imagined you on your knees, sucking on his tip, catching the drips of his arousal.
“Do you think she’d let us fuck her tomorrow?” Seungkwan asked then, out of breath and his hand now fully around his clothed cock. Chan groaned at the question.
“God, I sure hope she does. Maybe on her couch? Sitting on my lap, riding me and you can fuck her sweet little mouth.”
“Fuck, bet she looks so pretty with her lips spread around our cocks,” both of them now slipped their hands fully into their underwear, the precum making it easy for them to jerk off. This had never happened before. Neither of them had ever just masturbated with a friend present. But this situation was oddly erotic and almost felt natural. Hearing each other breath hard, the slick of their wet dicks against their hands, the shifting of the duvet underneath them, as they arched their backs, fucking into their fists.
“Wanna see her tits full of our cum, fuck,” Chan bit down on his lip, hand speeding up and Seungkwan nodded harshly, vivid images of you naked and sprawled on his bed, cum decorating your body. In his head you would look at them with big, round eyes, fingers dipping into the white cream, sucking it off right after. He wondered if you liked to swallow cum, if you liked having it all over you. A part of him believed that you did.
“S-Shit, Y/N,” Seungkwan moaned finally, his orgasm hitting him just then, only a few seconds before Chan was hit by his own, cum shooting out and into his underwear. The two men moaned your name, fucking themselves through their orgasms before coming down from their highs, hands still around their softening cocks, chests heaving.
Without saying anything, Chan got up first to go to the bathroom and clean himself up, the post-nut clarity giving himself a bit of a freakout. Seungkwan felt the same as he stood up as well, heart pumping in his chest at godspeed, his now dirty briefs finding their way into his dirty laundry basket and a new pair found its way onto his body. Also slipping into a new pair of sweats, Seungkwan turned around when he heard the ajar door opening wider. Chan stood there, a new pair of underwear and pants on his frame.
“Can I sleep here?” Chan asked then. Seungkwan didn’t have to think twice before he nodded.
–
7:45 pm the next day and you had prepared yourself as well as your apartment for either success or failure. Right now, you had dimly lit your living area, candles on top of the couch table with three plates and sets of chopsticks, the Chinese take-out you knew Seungkwan and Chan liked so much stored in the microwave. You had no idea if they were coming. You were just hoping they would. The closer it got to 8 pm, the more your stomach turned in fear and excitement. You had put on what you would consider your sexiest outfit; a dark green bodycon dress that reached down to the middle of your thighs. A bit of silver jewelry and your hair in the way you usually liked it - you were more than content with yourself for the evening.
There is still a chance they won’t even show up.
Biting down on your painted lips, you let your eyes wander off to the clock by the door. 7:57 pm. Trying to make yourself calm down, you poured wine into one of the glasses standing on the table, drowning it in one go. While liquid courage might not have been the best solution - it still was one. Putting the glass back down, you almost dropped it to the floor when you heard your doorbell ring. Instantly, your heart began racing, eyes close to popping out as you hurried over to the door. Buzzing them up, you began one of your breathing exercises that you would usually do before going on stage. This wasn’t much different from stage fright- just that it was real and you wouldn’t have the chance to do it better the next night. No, this was it, this was the moment you had been hoping for, dreaming of.
The knock on your door brought you back to the here and now and after shaking out your shoulders one last time, you finally opened the door.
Nothing could have prepared the three of you for the feelings flooding you the moment the door was open, leaving nothing between you anymore. Seungkwan and Chan held their breaths once their eyes laid on you. The way you looked in your dress, showing off every single one of your curves. Knowing full well that you put on this dress for them made both of them feel their throats dry up. For a moment they were one, Chan and Seungkwan, their hearts beating the same beat only for you. Right then, it was only them and you on this earth and they were sure to make you feel just how much you meant to them.
And you? You couldn’t believe they were really here, both of them. Dressed in similar outfits, Chan wore a white dress shirt under a black jacket, while Seungkwan was dressed in all black. They looked incredible.
“You’re here,” you finally breathed out and the boys nodded, their eyes never leaving you.
“Of course,” Chan replied, a small smile playing on his lips making your knees weak.
“I’m glad. Come on in,” You took a step to the side, watching them as they walked inside your apartment. They had been here many times before, but nothing had ever felt like this. Already now did you feel goosebumps all over you, feel the urge to touch them, kiss them. All the things you had successfully suppressed over the time you had liked them were coming up at once, knocking the air right out of you.
After leaving their shoes at the door, the two of them followed you inside, their eyes slightly widening when they saw what you had prepared. The candles and the dim lights. The prettily set couch table.
“I ordered Chinese. Your favorite, I, uh, hope that’s okay,” you smiled, walking into the kitchen where you got the food containers out of the microwave, happy that they still seemed warm. Chan and Kwan watched you, both of them smiling warmly.
“That’s perfect, thanks Y/N,” Kwan said, taking the food from your hands to bring them over to the table. Feeling your cheeks warm up, you thanked him and finally you and Chan followed him over to the table where you finally sat down.
The nervosity clearly flowing around the table wasn’t too bad, you thought, but you did want to somehow ease the situation. Clearing your throat you poured both of them a glass of wine, sitting at the head of the table and the two men to your left and right. Their eyes on you made all of you tingle.
“Thanks,” they hummed when they took their glasses and you finally all had something to drink.
“Well, here is to tonight,” your voice was thankfully way more confident than you felt. Clinking your glasses you all took a sip from the red liquid, feeling the warmth of the alcohol joining the warmth of the situation. Chan and Seungkwan exchanged a look before letting their eyes linger on you again.
“So, you’re probably wondering what this,” you used your hands to make a circle between you and them, “is about?”
“We did come up with two possible options,” Chan nodded and you looked over at him.
“Okay.” God, how on earth were you supposed to play it cool when he looked at you this way? Chan was always handsome, but tonight was different somehow. His white button down wasn’t fully buttoned, very obviously showing the necklace he was wearing, silver and sexy and your absolute weakness. His hair was styled up, only a few strands falling into his face and, shit, did he look delicious.
“One of them was that you would tell one of us to leave at the end of the night,” he continued, watching you closely. You had already anticipated that this was the first thing they’d come up with. Society’s take on polygamy and all. Slowly, you nodded, wanting him to keep talking.
“The second one,” Seungkwan now chimed in, your head turning to him. He was also a sight to behold. Brown hair falling into his forehead as it always did. Pretty rings on his just as pretty fingers catching the light of the candles.
“Was you wanting both of us.”
Your stomach turned, the tone of his voice going straight between your legs. Gulping down, you nodded again.
“I see. Well, which one do you think is more likely?”
“The second one,” Chan answered immediately, Seungkwan nodding in agreement. If you were honest, this had been the thing you had been scared of the most. Them finding out you wanted both of them and feeling appalled by it. But judging by their reaction right now… it didn’t seem like they were.
“And you’re okay with that?” You asked cautiously and they chuckled, both of them shuffling closer to you. It was almost as if the whole room suddenly shifted. Your breath hitched when you felt their body heat in such close proximity.
“Very much,” Chan said, his hand softly caressing your cheek.
“More than okay, actually,” Seungkwan added, his lips right by your ear. Your core began throbbing, wetness gathering at your entrance, dripping out of you when you saw the way they both looked at you. Full of hunger, want, lust.
“I- I’m happy to hear that,” you whispered and then, without another moment going to waste, Chan kissed you softly. His lips tasted like wine and like him, and when he parted your lips, his tongue knocking into yours, all of you began to tremble. Seungkwan took it upon himself to shower your exposed neck with sensual kisses, his one hand finding your bare thigh and squeezing the flesh. You moaned into Chan’s mouth, feeling the older male’s hand on the other side of your neck.
Sure, you had thought that maybe at some point, if the two of them agreed to this, it would come to sex. Never had you expected it to go this way, them on you not even five minutes after they had set foot into your apartment. Not that you were complaining. Trying to figure out what to do with your hands you put one on Chan’s cheek, while the other laid down on Seungkwan’s resting on your leg, your lips moving against Chan’s in perfect rhythm.
When Chan parted from you, you turned your head, facing Seungkwan now who’s eyes seemed to sparkle when your gazes met, a small smile on both of your lips before you leaned in. Seungkwan tasted like wine as well, but different from Chan. They both had tastes that you could only describe as addictive, your hands now moving and finding themselves on Seungkwan’s chest and Chan’s neck, Chan who now took it upon himself to take over Seungkwan’s earlier mission. The kisses he left all over your neck and shoulders made you shiver and he chuckled against your skin, the vibrations making you moan again, this time into Seungkwan’s mouth.
“Perhaps we should move this somewhere else,” Chan suggested and Seungkwan parted from you, your eyes shifting between them.
“W-What about the food?” You croaked, Chan smirking as his thumb slid over your bottom lip.
“You have a microwave right? We can heat that up… later.”
–
You wouldn’t say that you lacked sexual experience. But then again you had never had a threesome before and up until you had started liking two of your closest friends, you had never thought you wanted one either.
Chan was behind you, his hands on the zipper of your favorite dress, slowly tugging it down. Seungkwan was in front of you, his hands on your cheeks as he kissed you passionately, your tongues in a heated dance, lips moving together as if they had never done anything else. How wonderful it was, both of them being good kissers. You loved kissing, but it happened more often than not that partners of yours just didn’t really know how to. Seungkwan and Chan, though, definitely took the cake. Sliding the dress off your body, Chan began to fondle your exposed skin, fingertips dancing over your skin, making goosebumps erupt once more. He let his mouth draw lines over your shoulder blades and the back of your neck, letting his tongue flick against your sensitive skin. You wanted to touch them both, wanted to feel them, find out everything there was to know about what they liked.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Chan whispered against your ear, his teeth finding your lobe and biting down on it, a whimper escaping you that had Seungkwan’s hands move down to your hips, gripping you tightly.
“Fuck, do that again, Channie,” he sighed and Chan did as asked, another whimper making both of their dicks twitch.
“So, so hot,” Chan brought his nimble fingers to the clasp of your bra, opening it without any trouble and soon you found yourself mostly naked - with the exception of your thong. Now, Chan’s hands moved over your stomach and up to your breasts, squeezing them, massaging them, thumb and index around your stiff nipples, your back arching against Seungkwan who still kissed you with so much fire it made you almost lose your footing. Being sandwiched in between them was better than anything you had ever experienced before, and when you thought about their cocks and how they would feel inside you, you couldn't help but grind your ass against Chan’s crotch.
“Oh? Are you needy, baby?” Chan teased, biting into your shoulder before sucking and leaving a perfectly red mark right there.
“Mhm, w-want you to get undressed too, ‘s unfair,” you whined, and Seungkwan looked at Chan over your shoulder, both of them wearing a smirk that definitely meant trouble.
“Is that right?” Seungkwan caressed the back of your head now, soft fingers through your hair and you nodded, a pout on your pretty lips.
“Well, who would we be to deny your wish?” Turning you around by the shoulders, Chan proceeded to push you down on your knees, your eyes widening when you felt the carpet hit your naked legs. Above you, the two men now began unbuttoning their shirts, their eyes never leaving you, and once they were done the pieces of clothing landed on the floor next to your dress and bra. You couldn’t stop staring at them. Both of them were extremely well built, even if Seungkwan didn’t really think so about himself. While Chan sported more muscle, Seungkwan’s body had something elegant, his shoulders wide, his neck probably the prettiest thing about him. Your eyes wandered over their abs, Chan’s maybe a bit more defined than Kwan’s, mouth watering when you saw their happy trails leading to what you could only presume to be the prettiest dicks you’d ever see.
“Be a good girl and help us with our pants, Y/N,” Chan said, and only now did you realize that he would be the one fully in charge. Your pussy throbbed at the thought and you nodded obediently, hands lifting to first open Chan’s trousers, button, then zipper shoving them down his lean legs, his thighs that made you clench around nothing. You looked up at him, saw the hunger in his eyes and bit your lip, not allowing yourself to let your eyes linger too long on his very obvious erection. Instead, you moved on to Seungkwan, doing the same as with Chan, just that this time you couldn’t help it. Seungkwan’s cock was big. Bigger than you had imagined. Your mouth dropped open and you were sure you were about to drool. Meanwhile, the two watched you, Seungkwan feeling his whole body grow hot when he saw the way you looked at his cock. He knew he was big, probably bigger than most of his peers, but he never really talked or felt like bragging about it. So, of course you’d be surprised. Chan, on the other side, smirked, seeing you in this state was incredibly hot and he snapped his finger once, making your head turn to him in an instant.
“Like Seungkwannie’s cock? How about you let it fuck your pretty mouth?”
Judging by the way Seungkwan twitched at Chan’s words, at least he was happy with that suggestion. But, so were you. Nodding your head, you looked back at Seungkwan, who inhaled sharply, his hands now tugging down his briefs exposing his hard, huge, leaking cock.
“Oh my god, Seungkwannie… s-so big,” you mumbled, your tongue shooting out to collect the precum that was pooling at his slit. He moaned slightly, finding the back of your head with his left hand.
“Slowly, babe. We don’t want you suffocating,” he smiled and you shivered, leaning forward to finally catch him between your lips. Hell, was it better than either of your imaginations. You, on your knees, lips stretched out around Kwan’s cock. Chan felt himself twitch, moving behind you, exchanging a look with Seungkwan.
“Good girl, so good for us,” Chan praised you now, when you took even more of Seungkwan into your mouth. The older of the two men couldn’t help but let out breathy moans that spurred you on even more, the determination to get him completely down your throat bigger than ever. And then you felt it. Felt Chan’s hands on either side of your head, shoving you forward. He was moving your head to match Seungkwan’s pleasure. Fuck, that was hot. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, instead they rolled back, and Seungkwan watched you with his own mouth dropped, before he slowly looked up at Chan who’s eyes were locked on the way his best friend’s dick was sliding in and out of your throat. You felt Seungkwan twitch on your tongue, his tip now repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, gags erupting your body as well as chokes that made both men feel even more feral than before.
Chan began moving you down Seungkwan’s cock quicker now, Seungkwan sure he wasn’t going to last long anymore, but a part of him didn’t really mind. He knew he was probably going to watch Chan fuck you and, fuck, was he excited to see that. Moaning your name, he grabbed some of your hair, pulling on it as he couldn’t help but buckle his hips. Tears were streaming down your face, but nothing about this was unenjoyable. Every thrust of Seungkwan’s hips combined with Chan’s pushing of your head was everything you had hoped for and more. Your core was dripping at this point, the thong useless, arousal dripping down onto the carpet and if you had been in any other headspace you might have begun asking yourself how you were gonna get that out.
“F-fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Seungkwan cried out, his hips moving at a sloppier pace now and you groaned, excitement flowing through you.
“Do you want Seungkwan to cum in your mouth, baby? Or should he come somewhere else?” Chan pulled you off Seungkwan’s cock, you finally able to catch your breath, chest heaving and your eyes blinking rapidly.
“W-wanna eat his cum, can I?”
“God, yes, yes you can,” Seungkwan slipped into your mouth again and Chan smirked as he now let his best friend take the lead and instead sat down on the bed, palming himself over his briefs watching Seungkwan fuck down your throat desperately. You held onto his thighs, eyes rolled back again, hearing yourself gag over and over again mixed with the dirty sound of his slick cock inside your hot mouth making it hard for you not to just come untouched.
“You take my cock so well, such a good girl, so perfect for my big cock,” Seungkwan whined, and you nodded as well as you could with him rutting down your throat. When you pressed your tongue against his girth, sliding along his veins, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He moaned your name once more, pushing your head as close to his abdomen as possible, his hot thick cum shooting down your throat. You tried your best to swallow it all, but some escaped your mouth when he finally pulled out, his eyes unfocused by the strength of that orgasm.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at who made a mess,” Chan titled his head looking at you and you let your fingers slide over your chin where traces of Seungkwan were still present, sucking them into your mouth.
“Seungkwannie is so tasty,” you giggled then, eyes wandering from Chan back to the man who had just fucked the life out of your mouth. His spent cock twitched at your words and he caressed your face, before helping you back on your feet, his lips catching yours, leading you into a soft kiss that made another set of butterflies go crazy inside your stomach.
Fondness engulfed Chan now, who still sat on the bed. He really hadn’t thought this was possible, but sometimes life took a turn no one could have predicted. Him being happy about his best friend kissing the girl he liked. Him being hard as a rock from watching his bist friend fuck your mouth. Now, he felt immense proudness somehow, proud that apparently all of you were mature enough to not be jealous or possessive - even though he wasn’t so sure how he’d feel if anyone else joined or had you. Maybe it was just him and Seungkwan he liked around you in this way.
“Come here,” he now said and you and Seungkwan parted, you now walking over to Chan, while Seungkwan took a seat on the bed as well, resting against the headboard. You came to a halt in front of the pretty man and his hands found their way to your waist, right above the waistband of your drenched thong. Licking his hips, he pulled you closer.
“We should get rid of this, shouldn’t we?” he asked, but it was rhetorical. The next second he had already begun shoving it down, a shiver going through you when your wet cunt hit the air of the room. You stepped out of the underwear and Chan pulled you even closer, his breath fanning over your stomach. Your eyes never left his, feeling his fingers glide upwards again, his right hand moving between your thighs and getting a breathy gasp out of you when his fingertips touched your pussy.
“Fuck, she’s so, so wet, Seungkwan,” Chan let a film of your arousal coat his fingers before letting his left hand move up even further until it was on your right tit, squeezing it harshly.
“Ch-Chan, pl-please,” your knees almost gave in and Chan chuckled, one finger skillfully sinking into you and making you cry out.
“What is it, baby? Do you want me to finger your sweet little pussy?” He asked as he was already doing just that. His finger slipped in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace and you had trouble holding still, your hands now resting on Chan’s shoulders, teeth buried in your bottom lip, hips moving against his hand.
“M-More, I can take it, Channie.”
“Oh, I bet you can, princess. Not yet, though,” Chan smirked again, before quickening his pace, thumb now pressing onto your clit. You moaned loudly, eyes falling shut. You didn’t know how he did it, but you already felt like cumming. Your walls clenched around his one single digit and he sucked in a breath when he felt it, felt the throbbing inside of you.
“Fuck, you’re already close, aren’t you a little slut…,” he mumbled, staring at your pussy, the wetness of his finger and just you. How was he ever going to get enough?
Seungkwan was still sitting behind Chan, not able to see the way he fingered you, but just your face alone was enough to start his dick getting hard again. He was lazily jerking himself off, watching the way your face contorted in pleasure. He probably wouldn’t need much more to cum again, just this would be enough.
“Mhmm, Ch-Channie pl-please, m-more,” you begged again and Chan felt his cock twitch, not sure how long he could resist giving in to you. For now, he just let his thumb draw circles on your clit, pressing down on it harshly as he let his finger slide in and out. And then, suddenly, his thumb was gone and you were about to protest, when it was replaced by something better.
His tongue leaped at your clit, flicking at it over and over again before sucking it into his mouth, the high pitched moan you let out music to his ears and his cock, Seungkwan behind him cursing under his breath. Chan couldn’t help himself. He wanted to taste you so fucking bad. Not really knowing what he was doing, he pulled his finger out of you and instead brought both his hands to your hips, turning you around and throwing you on the bed, he himself now on his knees, tongue in between your thighs.
“F-fuck, Chan!” You screamed, hands finding his hair, back arching against his mouth. He devoured you. Sucking your clit into his mouth first, moving down to your sopping entrance next, tongue fucking you, thumb back to his earlier ministrations. You couldn’t keep it down, he was too good at this, too good at making you feel like you were going to cum in the next three seconds.
Seungkwan somehow got fully hard again, his hand wrapped around his length, moving up and down as he stared at Chan between your legs, sweat on his forehead.
“Does he make you feel good, Y/N? You like Channie eating you out like this?” He breathed out and you nodded, your eyes flying open to look at Seungkwan, clenching around Chan’s tongue when you saw Seungkwan jerking off.
“Yo-You’re hard again, Kwannie,” you groaned and he nodded.
“How could I not be? Look at you baby, you’re a fucking sight to behold.”
Just then you felt Chan’s tongue back on your clit, two fingers pushing into you next and a scream left you, nails digging into Chan’s scalp, hips moving rapidly against his face and fingers, the man between your legs enjoying every second of it. He put his all into making you cum, fingers curling, hitting your spot, tongue circling your clit, pressing down on it and sucking it into his mouth again, drowning in your taste and smell, his free hand inside his briefs now, fucking his cock into his fist.
“‘M gonna c-cum, Chan, d-don’t stop!” He wasn’t going to. If anything he was just going to keep going to make you cum again. When your first orgasm hit you, you kept on chanting Chan’s name, your hips uncontrollably moving against his face, pussy throbbing around his fingers. When he didn’t stop after your high was over you felt yourself fall, your back lifting off the bed, seeing black and white in front of your eyes when he somehow got another orgasm out of you mere seconds after the first one.
Finally, Chan parted from you, his face full of your arousal, a smirk on his lips as he climbed on top of the bed, his briefs discarded on the floor. You were out of breath, feeling fucked out already. You weren’t willing to stop just yet though.
“Came so good for us, baby. So pretty and perfect,” Chan kissed your neck and finally your lips, your own taste spreading in your mouth. Hazily opening your eyes when he parted from you, you felt new energy sweep into you the second you saw what he did next. He moved to Seungkwan, the fingers that had been inside of you right in front of the older male’s mouth.
“Wanna taste her?” Chan asked, and Seungkwan nodded quickly, sucking Chan’s fingers into his mouth. Your pussy clenched, another set of arousal dropping onto the bed.
“Oh wow,” you breathed out, sitting up and watching how Seungkwan’s eyes rolled back at your taste, Chan so incredibly hard, cock twitching at the way it felt to have Seungkwan suck on his fingers. You were on your knees now, hands on Chan’s shoulders, lips attaching to his neck, sucking harshly on the skin. Moving down, you let your right hand grab around him, precum making it so easy for you to begin to jerk off his pretty cock. Chan moaned, pulling his fingers out of Seungkwan’s mouth only to grab him by the neck and crash their lips together, making you basically rub yourself against Chan’s backside. Fuck, it was so hot to watch them kiss, to watch how Seungkwan’s tongue twirle around Chan’s getting even more of your taste into his own mouth.
Kissing Seungkwan was better than Chan had imagined. But then, he had never really imagined it before. And perhaps he would never do it outside the bedroom - but that was a thought for another day. Right now he just knew he enjoyed it, enjoyed Seungkwan’s tongue against his own, liked the way he tasted of wine and now of you. When they parted from each other, saliva was connecting their lips and their hooded eyes were staring into each other. You, behind Chan, were groaning, biting into Chan’s shoulder slightly.
“That was so hot, fuck, I need you both to fuck me like right now.”
Chan and Seungkwan looked back at you.
“How do you want us?” Chan asked, thumb sliding over your bottom lip.
“One in the front, the other in the back. I have lube in my nightstand.”
Holy fuck. Seungkwan and Chan groaned, and before you knew what was happening they had you in between them again, Seungkwan kissing you hard on the lips while Chan licked and sucked and kissed your neck, every bit of skin he could catch. You moaned against them, hands finding their cocks and beginning to jerk them both off at the same speed. The two men breathed hard, hands roaming over your body, one hand each on your tits, while the other was either in your hair or your ass. At this point you couldn’t even tell which hand belonged to whom, the horny daze in your brain too much. But you needed them, you needed them to fill you up, needed their cocks to fuck you hard and until you couldn’t walk properly anymore.
Eventually you ended up on all fours, Seungkwan behind you, lube in his hand, and he couldn't stop staring at your pretty backside. He squeezed lube onto his finger and onto your tight hole, beginning to prep you slowly. Feeling his finger enter you hurt only a bit at the beginning, but he was so careful and soft it made it almost impossible not to enjoy. And with Chan kneeling in front of you, his cock in his hand, you felt like nothing could go wrong that night.
“Wanna suck your cock, Channie,” you blinked up at him and the boy smiled, bringing his member to your lips.
“Stick out your tongue,” he commanded and you did it, his cock slapping down on your tongue a few times right then. You moaned, clenching around nothing as Seungkwan eased into your ass easier with you getting more relaxed.
“Good girl. Now, suck on my tip, no tongue,” again you followed his order, sucking his tip into your mouth, your tongue so eager to touch him, taste him, but you wanted to be obedient and so you only watched him, tongue resting inside your mouth. Chan’s breathing was getting harder, his vision blurry. God, you looked so good, your lips stretched around his cock.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he finally gave in, shoving his cock further inside your mouth, moaning loudly when he felt your tongue press against him, when he felt your throat restrict around him. He began fucking your mouth, changing the angle so he is inside your cheek, fucking against it over and over, the soft inside of it making stars appear around his head.
Meanwhile, Seungkwan had managed to get another finger inside you, the fullness making you cry out in pleasure and just the thought of Seungkwan’s big cock filling your hole in a bit making your head feel dizzy.
Chan knew he wouldn’t last any longer with how good it felt to be inside your mouth, pulling out to instead hold his cock by the base, staring down at you.
“Such a perfect slut for us, I can’t believe we’re this lucky,” he mumbled, his fingers caressing your cheek before checking in with Seungkwan, who nodded.
“I think she’s ready. What do you say, pretty baby?”
“Am ready. Need you so bad,” you wiggled your hips and Seungkwan chuckled before grabbing a condom and giving another one to Chan. You pouted a little - part of you wished they would just fuck you raw.
“After all of us getting tested we’ll gladly fill you up with our cum, baby,” Chan seemed to have read your mind, your cheeks beginning to burn while he smirked down at you.
Seungkwan positioned himself behind you, one hand on your hip, the other around his cock. The condom was on and another squeeze of lube coated it, making it an almost perfect glide when he sunk into you, the feeling of you around him so good he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. Chan watched, ripping the condom open to roll it up his cock, waiting for Seungkwan to fully sink inside so he could take his place inside your throbbing cunt.
“A-ah, Seungkwan,” you whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes when you felt him bottom out. He twitched inside you, hands now both on your hips.
“You are so tight and perfect, princess, could cum right away,” his words made you shiver, and when he pulled you up, your back meeting his chest, you felt him slip inside even deeper, your eyes rolling back. Chan moved forward now, fingers on your core, lips finding yours for a soft kiss.
“Ready for me?” He asked and you nodded, one arm behind you, wrapping around Seungkwan’s neck, while the other was sneaking around Chan’s shoulders. The latter licked his lips, lining his cock with your entrance and beginning to push in. You gasped at the feeling of him stretching your walls, his body so close to yours, both of the men literally breathing against your skin, not even an inch of air between you. Nothing had ever felt better and right now you couldn’t imagine ever having sex another way. You looked into Chan’s eyes, felt him bottom out and the feeling of fullness is so much another set of tears pools in your eyes.
“M-move, god, please fuck me,” you cried and they share one last look before giving you what you want (and what they want for that matter).
The first thrusts were almost simultaneous. Chan and Seungkwan tried to match each other’s pace, but soon enough they got lost in their own pleasure. You, between them, were a moaning mess, tears streaming over your cheeks at this point, fingernails digging into the skin of the two men making you feel like the sexiest and most precious being on this earth. Hearing them breath hard, moan, groan, it was all like heaven to you.
“You’re so fuckign tight, fuck, taking us so well,” Chan’s lips were on your neck, another mark showing up, Seungkwan on the other side, his hips frantically moving, lips latched onto your neck and shoulders whenever he wasn’t moaning your name and how good your ass was for his cock. Chan picked up the pace, chasing his high and hoping to take you with him, his hands finding your tits and squeezing them, while your own hand now moved in between your bodies, thumb on your clit getting you even wetter.
“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” Chan’s whisper into your ear made you tremble and you pushed your hips against Seungkwan who grabbed your hips even harsher, sure to leave a bruise.
“Won’t last long, f-fuck,” he felt like his head was about to explode.
“Want both of you to cum for me, please. Wish you were fucking me raw, want your cum in me so bad,” you didn’t know how you were able to form a cohesive sentence, but it did it’s job. The two men moaned, their cocks throbbing and twitching as they became even sloppier, both their heads buried in between your neck and shoulder, moaning against your sweaty skin as they came at the exact same time, cum shooting into the condoms and finally taking you over the edge for a third time. You milked them for all they had, collapsing against Chan in front of you, the exhaustion taking over. Your pussy still pulsated around Chan, making it hard for him to leave you, but looking at Seungkwan, he knew they should probably get you to lay down.
They pulled out, Seungkwan helping you into the sheets, your eyes fluttering open and a smile spreading on your tired lips.
“That was incredible,” you whispered and Seungkwan nodded, softly moving the hair out of your face.
“You are incredible,” he then added, kissing your forehead. Chan had gone to the bathroom meanwhile, getting you a wet towel which he now used to clean you up. Sadly for all of you, there wasn’t any of their cum involved. Still, you were thankful for the help, considering you would need at least another ten minutes of resting before you could get yourself to the bathroom.
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The food tasted great even when heated up. After getting dressed again (even though you did change into pajama shorts and a top instead of your dress) and peeing, the three of you had come back to the living space to finish the actual date. It was maybe slightly awkward, but nothing another glass of wine couldn’t fix.
“So,” you started, clearing your throat, “what does this mean for us now?” You looked from Seungkwan to Chan and back.
“That you’re our girlfriend, right?” Chan raised his brows and you felt your cheeks heat up. Coughing once you slowly nodded.
“I mean… if you’re cool with that?”
“Cool with that?” Seungkwan laughed, “we literally just fucked the life out of you, we are more than “cool with that”, Y/N.”
You stared at him for a few seconds. Then you broke out into a laugh.
“Fair enough. Well then… yes, I am your girlfriend. You are… my boyfriends,” the smile wouldn’t leave your lips.
“So, how exactly are we gonna tell the others?” Chan leaned back on his hands, a grin on his pretty face.
“Well, first of all I should really let them know how wrong they got their guess. But to be fair - I am an incredible actor, so obviously no one would have known.”
“Well, you also didn’t know we liked you back, does that make us good actors too?” Seungkwan raised his brows. You thought about this for a second.
“I guess that makes all of us a perfect match. Easy as that.”
And when they laughed and you ended up falling asleep on the couch later that night they couldn’t even deny how right you were. Nothing had ever felt more perfect than this. Than you.
#svt smut#seventeen smut#boochan smut#lee chan smut#dino smut#chan svt smut#dino x reader#chan x reader#lee chan x reader#chan x you#dino x you#boo seungkwan smut#seungkwan smut#seungkwan x reader#seungkwan x you
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2:06am | b.sk ミ☆ eve's quick thots
warnings: smut, 18+ content!! mdni with any of my posts, they're not for you!! corruption/innocence kink(?), reader wears a lot of “girly/pretty" items/clothing, mentions of public sex, mean seungkwan, dom seungkwan, penetrative sex, oral (m receiving), hair pulling.. idk probably some more i'm forgetting?
this isn't too descriptive, just a quick little thought.. very self indulgent.. i am the number one mean dom seungkwan with a corruption kink supporter and encourager. he just likes ruining pretty little things. i think about this all the time. might elaborate with a longer piece soon.. need to get it all out.. need people to agree with me.
wc: 226
seungkwan who likes pretty pastel colors and cute flowy dresses. seungkwan who likes when you braid your hair or decorate it in cute little bows. seungkwan who braids your hair for you just so he can pull on it while fucking you from behind. seungkwan who likes complimenting your pretty little accessories with his cock shoved into your mouth, poking into your cheek while you look up at him with wide, teary doe eyes. seungkwan who plans a pretty little picnic in a pretty field in the middle of nowhere. seungkwan who covers your mouth while taking you from behind, your sun dress bunched up at the waist, on your hands and knees surrounded by strawberries and pretty flowers on the little blanket he set up. seungkwan who has an obsession with your thighs. seungkwan who is really mean sometimes, making you keep your pretty frilly underwear on while he fucks between your thighs for his own pleasure, ignoring your pleads for more. seungkwan who makes you get yourself off on his thigh while he sits back and watches, the only help he’s giving you is occasionally flexing and tightening the muscle or bouncing it up and down to meet your grinding hips. seungkwan who cums in your pretty lil panties and pulls them back up and makes you sit there with his cum staining them & you.
#seventeen x reader#svt smut#svt x reader#seventeen smut#svt hard hours#seungkwan smut#boo seungkwan smut#boo seungkwan x reader#seungkwan x reader#eve’s quick thots#seungkwan is a mean dom argue with a wall#he just wants something pretty he can ruin whenever he wants#someone he can make cry and whine.. i volunteer seungkwan#me! me!! pick me!!
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food chain IIksyII
summary- a couple handsy young men have your boyfriend reminding you who truly is on top of the food chain.
wc- 3k
Soonyoung watches with clenched fists as you talk to his friends. On hindsight, perhaps introducing his beautiful, funny, smart girlfriend to 12 handsome young men, wasn't his brightest idea yet. He hadn't thought this through.
You sat on the couch, sandwiched between Seungcheol and Mingyu- both of whom appeared to have taken a particular interest in you tonight. A pretty white dress clung to your curves, stopping a little above your knees, your hair lay perfectly. You looked stunning.
They all seemed to think that.
"...which is how my love for literature started, really," you conclude your story, offering Jihoon a gentle smile. He blushes, lowering his gaze.
"what about college? how's that treatin' ya?" Mingyu urges, nudging your shoulder as if you've been friends for ages.
His friendly manner leaves you feeling eternally grateful. It isn't easy sitting in a room full of strangers. Especially when everyone knows the other person. Everyone except you.
You respond, grinning as you gesture wildly with your hands. A fond smile settles on his face and on the others, but you play this off as them being nice.
Soonyoung, however, does not.
He knows his friends. Knows them well enough to see that behind their smiles and innocent touches, lie lust-blown pupils and something akin to desire.
Seungcheol tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you talk, and you break off into a clumsy stutter. He grins, hand lingering on your hair with an evident fondness.
Your boyfriend grits his teeth. He rises from his seat, which ironically happens to be the one furthest from you, and walks over to you.
Everyone watches.
"baby," he grumbles, "can't hear you from all the way there"
You pout.
"come sit closer then, you're so far away soonie"
The petname pierces through all their hearts, like cupids very own arrow. Just when they thought you couldn't get any cuter, you had to go and prove them all wrong.
"no space" Soonyoung motions to the packed couch. "why don't you sit on my lap, pretty?"
"hosh-" you smack his chest, face heating up.
"wha- it's not like they mind, do you, guys?"
He turns to look at each of his friends, staring them down as if to say- 'she's mine. she's mine and you will watch her be mine.'
Gulping, Vernon and Joshua look at each other, a lingering guilt in their eyes. In all their eyes.
Seungcheol speaks up, forcing a smile onto his face- "of course not! go ahead, go ahead"
Wasting no time, Soonyoung hoists you up, making space for himself between Mingyu and Seungcheol, before tugging you onto his lap. His arms wrap themselves securely around your waist, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, placing a gentle kiss there.
There's a sudden shift in the atmosphere. What once was a lively, active air, has shifted into a still, stagnant one, charged with envy and guilt.
There's a pause.
"y/n," a voice calls from the side, with a sultry edge- it's Jeonghan. "you never told us what your type is-"
"oh..."
You're a little taken aback by the sudden question, but the people-pleaser in you can't help but respond.
"well, I like Hosh, so I'm sure that tells you everythin-"
"c'monn" he pushes, "tell me what I can do to steal you from Hoshingie"
Your eyes widen. Surely, he was joking, yes?
You laugh, hesitantly, following a couple of the boys around you, but Soonyoung's lips are set in a firm, hard line.
"you're funny-" you offer, patting your boyfriend's hand reassuringly.
"I mean it can't be looks- cause frankly, you'd have been on my lap instead of his"
The men laugh, poking your boyfriend as he gnashes his teeth. He had to remind himself that he wanted this. He wanted you to meet his friends. He wanted to call them over to the house. He wanted them to like you.
Look where that got him.
"oh- I got it!" Chan exclaims, pointing at you, "you must like cute guys- y'know they're s-"
"cute?" Soonyoung interrupts.
"cute?"
They all fall silent. The laughs and giggles that erupted from all over suddenly ceased to exist.
"if you think what you've seen of me so far is 'cute' I'd better straighten up. seems like I've been too nice all this while."
His voice is dangerously low. The stares he shoots at the younger boy are nothing short of menacing. If you didn't know any better, you'd think there were literal daggers shooting out from his eyes.
"Hoshi let's calm do-" Dokyeom tries, only to find his voice shrinking back when your boyfriend turns to him.
"calm down? oh I'm calm. I'm very calm."
You feel his grasp on your stomach tighten, pulling you further into his lap.
"as glad as I am that you all like my girlfriend, I think it's time for you to go. getting kinda late, isn't it, Seungcheolie hyung?"
The older man jerks to his feet, agreeing embarrassingly quick.
"yeah we've overstayed, haven't we, guys? we should um, we should get going."
Like clockwork, the other men rise to their feet, mumbling pathetic little 'nice to meet you's before scurrying after Seungcheol, right out the door.
You scurry after them, holding the door open as you call out a quick "it was lovely meeting you! get home safe". It surprised you how easily Soonyoung got them to leave at his command.
There's a presence behind you, an arm stretching out to slam the door shut. You turn around to meet the gaze of your very angry boyfriend.
Like a deer, stupified under the watch of a tiger, you stood frozen under Soonyoung's glare. Behind his pupils danced a dangerous kind of rage- one that made your knees weak and your heart quicken.
"Hosh-"
"save it"
Biting your lip, you look away, feeling so incredibly small under him. Feeling so powerless. You're reminded that he's the one in control here and nobody could even begin to compare. Not Seungcheol, not Mingyu, not even Jeonghan. With the way they all ran off at his command, it was evident who really sat at the top of the food chain.
He leans in, lips ghosting over yours.
You were trapped.
"thought they were funny, did you?" he seethes, pushing his hips flush against yours, "hm? smiling away when they touched you, when they stared at what's mine-"
A soft whimper is all you can manage, chasing his lips as he pulls away just a little.
"no, Hosh-"
"I said. save it."
A familiar heat pools between your legs at his commanding tone. God he was so sexy like this- all angry and rough.
"I think you've forgotten, pretty girl" he rasps with a condescending furrow in his brow, "forgotten who you belong to."
Oh you were in for a long night.
"n-no Soonie m'yours- only yours"
"yeah?"
"mhm"
A hand works its way up to your chin, digits cradling the tip, tilting your head up. Your eyes flutter closed.
"mm, so eager for me" he coos, inching forward. You move to pull him closer, but he catches your wrists with his other hand, yanking them above your head, pinning them against the door.
You gasp, now completely at his mercy. He grins.
"patience, baby"
He closes in, lips finally meeting yours in a sloppy kiss. It's a mess of teeth and tongue and desperation, but you love it. There's a fire, a passion, when he kisses you- one you've seen when he dances. His body rolls into yours, hips pushing hard against you, and you moan.
His tongue shoves its way into your mouth, licking over the surface of your palate like he'd go crazy if he didn't.
It's dizzying how intense he is. His presence is overwhelming- he's all over- and you're helpless to it all.
Your lungs scream for respite, begging you to pull away, to breathe. Like a fire alarm, your heart thuds in your ears, almost in warning, as if to say- 'breathe! breathe before you lose consciousness!'
Hesitantly, you listen to your panicked heart, pulling away with a gasp. Your chest heaves under him, filling you up with sweet, sweet oxygen.
"can they get you all worked up like this? hm?" he mumbles, trailing his fingertips from your chin to the divot of your collarbones.
You shake your head.
His voice drops to a whisper,
"can they touch you the way I do?"
The solid muscle of his thigh parts your legs, bullying it's way in between. He pushes up, right against your sex, and you whimper at the contact.
"tell me."
"nobody t-touches me like you do Soonyoung- please," you breathe, head tipping back, giving him complete access to your throat in silent submission.
He trails hot kisses along your jaw, down your throat, sucking purple stains into your skin- so harsh and opaque, you wouldn't be able to hide them from the world.
"what will Seuncheollie hyung think, hm? what will he think when he sees how you let me mark you like this for everyone to see?"
You moan, the thought of his friends seeing the hickeys he left only adding to your arousal. The heat between your legs, the wetness, is unbearable. Your body yearns for Soonyoung, aches for him. There's a feeling only he can give you and you both know it. You need him now.
Picking up on your desperation, your boyfriend decides to move on. After all, he can't keep his pretty girl waiting, can he?
Firm hands grip your thighs, and a single command is uttered- "jump."
Instantly, your legs wrap around his waist and he hoists you into his strong arms, lips clashing in a messy kiss as he carries you to the bedroom.
Soonyoung lowers you onto the bed, pressing you into the mattress with his weight. His arms cage you in, his hips roll into yours, his eyes- now narrowed at you in the way a predator would look at its prey- held a fire that made your skin grow hot.
"you need me to make you feel good, don't you, baby?" he grins wickedly, breath fanning across your face.
You nod, pathetically.
"say it"
He pauses, leaning closer- so close, his lips touch yours as he speaks- "tell me you need me,"
Tears prick your eyes- a mix of desperation and overwhelm taking over your senses completely.
"only you Hosh, I need you- I need you so please-"
"I know, pretty, I know" he interrupts, mumbling against your lips.
"please,"
And with that, Hoshi's all over you like a storm. Feverish hands grip and twist at your dress, yanking it off carelessly. He didn't care if it tore. He didn't care one bit. He'd just buy you five more tomorrow.
What he saw underneath was worth every penny he'd spend on your dresses.
A matching pale pink lingerie set. All for him to see.
"fuck baby, you're- you're killing me" he groans, shoving his face into your covered breasts. He pulls away, taking you in for a moment, before his hands tug eagerly at the fabric, leaving your chest bare.
"so fuckin' pretty, y'know that? y'know how goddamn pretty you are, baby?"
Bashfully, you turn away, biting your lip with a stifled grin.
"I mean it- god, if you could see yourself right now"
"stopp" you whine, covering your face.
He grins before his lips move back to your breasts, swirling his tongue over each nipple, pressing kisses, sucking bruises into the tender flesh.
With every flick of his tongue, you arch off the bed, pressing yourself further into him with a lewd moan. It was true, what he said. Only he can make you feel like this.
Soonyoung travels further south, tracing a path down your breasts to the hem of your panties. He places gentle kisses on your tummy, while his hands move swiftly to reveal what he considers heaven.
Feeling the wetness soaking through the pretty pink fabric, he can't control the groan forcing its way out his throat.
"so wet-" he says, almost frustrated by how perfect you are, "all this for me, baby?"
"mhm- all for y-you Soonie"
You squirm under his touch, feeling particularly ticklish with every soft kiss he places on your skin. That gentle manner is long gone, however, once you're left completely bare. It's as though the sight of your bare cunt flips a switch in his head- turning him into an animal; rough, messy, greedy.
His voice takes on a raspier quality, his breaths turn shallow, his arms tremble as he lowers himself to face your heat.
"oh, you're dripping"
You whine, wiggling your hips to get him to touch you, and he smirks. Large hands splay you open and yank you down by your thighs, straight onto his tongue.
There's no controlling the noises you make now.
You yelp when his tongue makes contact with your clit, toying with it so effortlessly tears well in your eyes. Every flick, every roll of his tongue has shivers running along your skin, with goosebumps all over your body.
"Soonie please- please, please, please-" you moan, unsure of what you're even asking for.
He responds with quicker motions around your clit, slurping loudly at your cunt. A knot builds in your tummy, tightening, tightening, until it's ready to snap.
His lips cradle your clit and provide just a little more stimulation as they suck around you, drawing the sensitive nerves out of hiding.
"d-don't stop fuck- m'gonna,"
All you hear is a hum, muffled by your cunt, shooting vibrations right through you. The added stimulation is exactly what you need, sending you over the edge in record time.
The knot in your stomach snaps, and you moan his name as you come, chanting it like it's all you know- 'Soonyoung, Soonyoung, Soonyoung'
He slips a finger into you, wanting to feel your orgasm. The way you tighten around his digit sends blood rushing to his dick. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel your walls tighten around him, to feel how eagerly you'd keep pulling him back in for more.
"that's it, baby- fuck," he drawls, licking his hands clean, "taste so fucking good"
Rising back to his feet, Soonyoung glances down at you, lips curling at the corners. He unbuttons his shirt, popping each disk off meticulously as he stares down at you.
What a tease.
Your breath hitches when he slips off the fabric, revealing his shockingly sculpted torso. While your boyfriend did appear less muscular than most- owing this to his cute baby face- he was easily one of the most chiseled men you'd seen.
He moves to his jeans next- unbuckling his belt with such dexterity you find yourself even more aroused than before. The button comes undone, zip tugged down, and he steps out of his pants, leaving him in his black boxers as he makes his way back to you.
Firm pectorals greet your eager hands, delicious striations, and defined ridges make your mouth water- god, you could just eat him alive.
"you're staring again" he mumbles, now hovering above you.
"am not" you grin.
"are too"
"am no-"
"shut up," he breathes before pulling you into a messy kiss. It's a clash of tongue and teeth but lord it feels better than anything you've done with anyone else.
Your eyes widen when you feel his cock rubbing up against your folds- when did he lose the boxers?
Before you can even process his speedy undressing, Soonyoung shoves his length into you, earning a particularly loud moan on your part.
He grins against your lips at the sound, and moves back to kiss you properly, now swallowing your whimpers and cries. His hips roll into you, driving his cock further into your cunt and back, repeating the process over and over again.
There's an ease with which he moves into you, like liquid metal. His movements are powerful and fluid, giving you so much pleasure you feel like you're losing your mind.
Sweat collects at his temples as he pounds into you, clumps of hair sticking to his forehead- nothing, no one, could even begin to compare to how gorgeous he is.
He throws your leg over his waist, angling himself deeper, just enough to kiss that spot no one else can. Your head tips back into the pillows, chest heaving as you moan helplessly under him.
"can they make you feel like this?" he rasps, picking up his pace, "can they even come close to how good I'm fucking you?"
"no- no one but you- fuck Soonie don't stop"
Sliding a hand down your torso, Soonyoung rubs tight circles into your clit, sending waves of pleasure rippling over your body. You cry out, back arching off the bed as tears spill from your eyes, staining your rosy cheeks.
"so pretty like this," he grits, "taking me so fucking good-"
You feel yourself right on the edge of pleasure, waiting, anticipating, until you finally fall. A wave of relief washes over you, muscles twitching as you let go. Soonyoung follows right after, gritting his teeth as your walls tighten around him, greedily coaxing out every bit of his release.
"fuck," he breathes, his thrusts growing slower before he stills in you.
He leans his forehead against yours, mumbling "I love you" over and over until you calm down.
"m'gonna run us a bath, kay?"
"mhm"
Lifting himself off of you, Soonyoung heads to the bathroom, to set up. In a couple of minutes, he comes back out with a warm, damp towel in hand, crawling between your legs to gently wipe off the mess you've made.
He cradles your thigh so gently, it makes your heart swell. Each swipe is tender and soft, making sure he doesn't touch you when you're this sensitive.
"thank you," you mumble, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
He looks up at you, cupping your face right away with concern painted all over his features.
"baby what's wrong? did I do something? did I hurt you?"
"no I just- I just really love you. And I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have you with me"
His face lights up, little crescents forming in his eyes.
"I love you" he grins, "I love you and you're gonna be mine forever"
He pauses to kiss the tip of your nose-
"now c'mere lemme clean you up"
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WHEN THE WOLVES TAKE YOU AWAY
✿ boo seungkwan x f!reader
❀ summary: the boy your brother, jeonghan, has been stringing along joins you in the bathroom to confront you.
✿ wc is approx. 4.6k
❀ genre: smut, enemy/rival/hate sex, bathroom sex
✿ warnings: degradation, use of derogatory words (slut, bitch, etc), derogatory petnames (puppy). hair pulling (male receiving), choking (male receiving), biting (male receiving). mentions of sexual hunger, collars. mentions of a relationship between jeonghan x seungkwan. everyone in this fic is fucked up. reader is mean during sex. boys that wear makeup & whimper.
❀ rating: 18+, minors do not interact. this fic has a lot, so please pay attention and be mindful of the warnings. if you feel any should be added, please tell me.
✿ note: inspired by dpr ian's "don't go insane".
he comes in when you’re busy trying to fix your mascara.
you’re leaning so close to the mirror that the counter is digging into you uncomfortably, eyes wide and head tilted as you try to gently swipe at your bleeding mascara. it’s so hot in the house, from both the amount of dancing, grinding bodies and the outside weather. walking into the house felt like you were walking into a sauna, the bathroom being a cold paradise compared to the rest of the house.
you bite down on your lip in concentration, fingernail gently pressing against the smudge and trying to dab it away. you don’t want to have to get a wet towel to fix it, don’t want to chance ruining the rest of the look; you can’t walk around with smeared mascara, either.
sighing, you give up on your mascara. the lights were all dimmed in the house anyways. no one would notice unless they were extremely close. you grab your bag and take out your vanilla chapstick.
you were placing the wax of the chapstick against your lower lip when the doorknob squeaked, alerting you that someone was trying to get in. you flix your eyes up to watch the door open through the mirror, and then he walks in.
boo seungkwan shuts the door as quickly as he opened it, a sharp glare on his face. he looks cute, even all pissed off like this. he isn’t wearing any color besides black, a stark contradiction to how he usually dresses. his lips are pouted, glistening with gloss. you can’t see well, having kept the overhead bathroom light off and opting to just turn on the mirror light, but you can make out the dark eyeshadow smeared around his eyelids. he’s got a choker on, reminding you of a puppy. he’s cute.
you raise your brows at him before focusing on yourself once more.
“you slut,” he hisses, the words spat from his mouth as if they were venomous. “you fucking told me the wrong address.”
“whoops,” you say, dryly. “my bad.”
he scoffs. seungkwan moves towards the mirror. you put your chapstick back into your bag, withdrawing your lip gloss instead. you twist the wand off. “don’t know why you’re fixing your makeup,” seungkwan sneers. he leans next to you, eyes on his face. he lifts an elegant hand, long fingers brushing against his bangs. “you look like a bitch regardless.”
you grin, capping your gloss and popping your lips. you look at seungkwan in the mirror, noting how his eyes followed the shape of your mouth. “you’re one to talk, kwannie. all dolled up, lip gloss and a choker. makes me wonder just who it’s for.”
seungkwan’s eyes snap to your face, glaring once more. “shut up.”
“you’re just his pet, you know,” you say, noncommittal. “but i guess you did know that, showing up in a collar like a little puppy.”
“shut up--”
“is that it?” you carry on, putting your lip gloss back into the bag. you begin adjusting your hair, not looking at him, not giving him the time of day. “you wanna be jeonghan’s little puppy?”
seungkwan curses you. “you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“i don’t?” you ask. you raise your brows at him again. “i don’t know what my brother’s doing? he’s leading you on, cute little kwannie. and you’re letting him pull you around like a dog. you gonna get on your knees for him, too? gonna bark?”
“you’re just a rancid bitch.”
you shrug, finally pulling back from the mirror. “i’m not the one cornering someone in the bathroom.”
seungkwan scoffs, jaw jutting out and eyes rolling. he crosses his arms in front of his chest. the choker has a little jewel that dangles from it. the jewel bounces as seungkwan moves. “i wouldn’t have to do this if you’d stop being a dick.”
“you’re just so cute when you’re angry,” you say, clicking your tongue at him. you give him a faux pout. “our little seungkwannie~ all cute and angry. barking like a little dog angry he didn’t get his treat.”
“bitch,” seungkwan hisses, and then he’s pushing you against the counter. you gasp, startled; despite how long this tension had been going on, despite how long you and seungkwan have hated each other’s guts, he’s never done this -- never gotten physical.
seungkwan traps you against the counter, face close to yours. you can see there’s a layer of glitter over his eyelids, smeared over his cheekbones. your eyes dance around his face. “aw, you’re even wearing makeup. you really think you’re someone special, don’t you? you think this is what it’s gonna take to reel jeonghan in.”
“you--”
“bitch,” you interrupt, rolling your eyes at seungkwan. “yes, i’m aware. i’ve told you over and over to give up on whatever you think you and jeonghan have.”
“and i’ve told you to shut the fuck up.”
he’d look cute with a little nose stud, you think. he’s got such a cute nose. despite all his anger, despite how much bitchiness can fit in him, he’s such a pretty boy.
“you don’t know anything about jeonghan and me.”
you tilt your head. his arms tense on either side of you as you raise your hands, grabbing his loose black shirt and tugging minutely. “yeah? just how i don’t know that he bought that choker for you? just how i don’t know he buys you only shirley temples, that he cancels on your little dates more often than he goes just so he can keep stringing you on. just like how i don’t know that this is all just a little game for him.
“and you know it,” you carry on, plucking his shirt out from his belt. “you know jeonghan is stringing you along. but you’re just a desperate little whore, aren’t you, kwannie? so desperate for whatever he’ll give you.”
“you don’t know anything,” he hisses again. but his brows are furrowed, mouth pushed out in a pout. his breath his minty, teeth white. there’s an eyelash on his cheekbone. “you don’t know anything about me.”
you mirror his pout, rounding your eyes and trying your best to appear pitiful. “i don’t?”
you move one of your hands from his shirt. you keep one against him, pressing against his side through the silk fabric. he goes still when you raise your hand to his cheek, mouth parted, nose flaring.
“i know you’re hungry,” you say. you scrape your nails against his cheek, uncaring if the scratch is painful. “or you think you are. you want. you see our big house and want it, you see my brother and want him. you want so desperately that you’ll take anything. but you’re just a puppy, kwannie. you don’t know what it means to really be hungry.”
he scoffs; the two of you are so close that you can feel his warm breath. “and you do.”
you smirk at him. “you just want a big house to roam around in and a hand to grip your cock. you’re not truly hungry. you’re just a cute little puppy that needs a guiding hand.”
seungkwan audibly gasps at your words, eyes widening. he’s got you trapped against the counter but there’s no mistaking who truly is in power between the two of you. you scrape your nails against his skin, catching the eyelash. “i’m going to let you in on a little secret, pet. you’re just a little puppy who wants. me and jeonghan? we’re the fucking wolves that are going to devour you whole.”
your hand flies to his hair, and then you’re gripping it tightly. he chokes against nothing for a moment, surprise lighting up his features as you tug at his hair. you pull his head back, bearing the line of seungkwan’s throat.
then you’re on him. your mouth finds the curve of his shoulder, where it meets his neck, and you bite down.
seungkwan cries out, and you roll your tongue against his skin to soothe the bite.
“you fucking --”
“aw,” you whine in false sympathy, “you think that was a hard bite? did that hurt you? just goes to show you’re just a little pup who can’t handle true hunger.”
seungkwan goes to say something, but then you’re biting him again. you love the feel of his flesh beneath his teeth, love how you can feel his stomach shake as he tries to keep his sweet whimpers quiet.
“you --”
you scrape your nails over his scalp, sinking your head to the back of his neck and holding. “you knew what you were going. you knew what you were doing, coming in this bathroom with me all alone. the little puppy wants someone to take care of him, and you don’t care who it is. as long as it’s anyone’s hand other than your own.”
seungkwan’s jaw clenches. the hand on his shirt travels, and you find your way underneath his shirt to press against his skin. he’s soft beneath the shirt, flesh forgiving and warm under your touch as you grab at his hips.
you pull his head back, baring his throat again. he instinctively tenses when your mouth presses against his skin. this time, however, you suck at him. you suck at his skin, your hand traveling down to skim along his belt. now seungkwan begins to whine and gasp, body sinking close to you.
“this want you want?” you ask, mouth against his skin. “want me to take care of you, baby?”
seungkwan’s still for a moment. you can hear the party beyond the bathroom door. you can hear choi seungcheol’s playlist from where it spears through the speakers. you can picture the rest of the house, loud and filthy with bodies that frantically grind and slide against one another. you can practically see the rest of the house occupants, can see how pathetic they are with their lust and want.
seungkwan is biting down on his lip when you pull away, raising your brows in question. he ducks his head, bangs concealing his eyes. “jeonghan --”
“doesn’t care,” you interject. you shift your hand against the back of his throat. you squeeze, just enough to remind him of you, to remind him that it’s you pressed against his body. “if he cared he’d be looking for you, would’ve come after you five minutes ago. instead you’re here, with me. instead you’ve got my teeth against your skin, ready to devour.”
seungkwan lets out a breath, and then he’s nodding.
you smile at him, though there’s no joy in it. you can feel that hunger within you grow and grow, traveling from your groin to your heart and to your brain, can feel it taking over and claiming you.
your hand leaves his neck, and then your hands are at his belt. you make quick work of the thin leather, sliding it off and tossing it onto the marble floor. next is the button of his pants, and then you’re pulling his skin-tight jeans down to his thighs.
his underwear is black, and when you press your hand against his bulge you can feel where his tip leaked against his underwear. you laugh, breathless. he really didn’t care whose hand was down his pants.
seungkwan lets out a shaky breath, head low. his body bows as he presses his forehead against your shoulder, and you can feel his nose press against your neck. he’s got his arms around you, hands still against the counter and keeping him from putting his weight entirely against you.
you rub his dick through his underwear, lazy and uncaring. he isn’t the biggest dick you’ve ever held, nor the thickest. but you can imagine his dick in your cunt, stretching it just right; can imagine how pretty it is, how it would be just as pretty as the rest of him.
he whines and moans in your ear as you stroke his clothed dick. his whines and moans are so fucking cute, and you're desperate to hear more of them. you swipe your thumb over the head, pressing down against his slit through the fabric. you run your hand from the tip to the base, feeling where his balls hang and rubbing them roughly before traveling back up his cock.
seungkwan is loud. you knew he was noisy ordinarily, knew his voice often preceded him. he was loud even in this, whines loud in your ear, even those he tries to choke back. his hips try and buck into your hand, try to grind against you, but every time seungkwan tries to take even a centimeter of control you retract your hand.
“cute,” you say, laughing harshly. “whining like a little puppy, all desperate.”
“asshole,” he breathes, though there’s no real bite to it; how could there be, when your hand was perfectly rubbing against his dick?
you keep stroking him through his underwear. there’s a large wet patch against the fabric from where his tip keeps leaking. you pay special attention to that area, pressing your thumb down against his head and stroking it. he says something; you can’t make it out.
“louder,” you say, “gotta speak up, baby.”
he pants for a moment, loud in your ear. and then: “please.”
you laugh, delighted. “aw! little puppy is so desperate, is he? wants something to fuck, wants to cum. that it, puppy? want me to let you fuck me, want me to let you cum in my cunt? i bet you do. i bet you want to stick your little cock in my warm pussy. hm? wanna stick your poor little dick in my cunt?”
seungkwan sobs, obnoxious and whiny and cute. he jerks against you, arms tightening around your body, and then wetness is spreading through his underwear.
your brow furrows for a moment, and then you’re lifting your hand off of his underwear. you hook your hands in the waistband, and then you’re pulling the fabric down to bunch at his thighs with his pants.
“no--” he murmurs, voice breaking. “embarrassing.”
you laugh loudly. his underwear is sticky and wet with his cum, and when you wrap your hand around his limp dick that, too, is sticky and wet.
he whines and shivers. he's so fucking cute. you click your tongue, hands smoothing over his thighs to grab at his ass. seungkwan tucks his head into your neck, mouth against your skin. “it’s embarrassing.”
“you bet it is,” you say, nails digging into his plump cheeks. “cumming in your pants like a teenager. can’t even hold off long enough to get your dick in me, hm? now what will we do, kwannie? i’m all wet and soaking my underwear but you’ve already cum in your pants. how disappointing.”
seungkwan huffs, and he pulls from your neck. his eyes are sharp, brow furrowed. “you’re such a bitch,” he says.
and then seungkwan is grabbing at your skirt. he pops the button of your skirt and then he’s pulling both your skirt and underwear down down down.
you hop back onto the counter. you kick off your skirt and underwear, and then seungkwan is stepping between them. he places his hands on your thighs. his hands aren’t big necessarily; instead, his fingers are long and thin and elegant. they sink into the plush of your thighs, thumbs rubbing at your inner flesh.
you toss your head back, extending an arm to drape your wrist over his shoulder. “you better not be disappointing,” you say, referencing him cumming in his pants as if that hadn’t been your plan the entire time. “if you’re going to put your fingers in my cunt you better fucking mean it. you fuck up even once and then i’m gonna leave you here all alone, gonna leave you standing here in the bathroom with a cold dick and no pussy to warm it.”
seungkwan glares at you, but nods. he runs one hand along your thigh, pushing it out and bearing your cunt to the room. you can’t help but shiver; your cunt is hot and wanting, and the room is cool and empty.
seungkwan looks down at your pussy wordlessly, eyes jumping back and forth as he just looks.
you scoff, moving your hand to grip at the little strands near the base of his neck and pulling. he gasps, mouth parting, and you use the grip to angle his face so you could look him in the eye. “what the fuck are you doing, seungkwan? have you never seen a pussy before or what?”
“i have --”
“then fucking get in there,” you snap, “stop acting like a virgin.”
seungkwan glares at you, and then he’s moving the hand on your thigh. you relax your grip on his hair as his fingers near your cunt. he hesitates for a moment.
you roll your eyes. “my pussy’s not gonna bite you, holy shit boo seungkwan --”
“shut the fuck up,” he hisses.
seungkwan sinks a single finger into you. his finger is thin and the stretch is slight. still, you can’t help the soft little sigh as that finger sinks deeper and deeper, up until it’s completely buried in your cunt.
“all right?”
you raise your brows at him. “if you’re going to be soft during this then --”
seungkwan sinks another finger in, and this time your eyes flutter and you bite down at your lip. the stretch is more, stinging slightly as he slides the second finger in. he stills as you keep your eyes shut, relishing in the slight ache of your cunt stretching to accommodate his fingers.
you open your eyes. seungkwan is looking at you. his eyes are darting up and down your face, taking you in.
you raise a brow. “well?”
seungkwan huffs, and then he’s crooking his fingers forward, towards your belly button, searching. you roll your hips with him, helping. when his fingers brush against that bundle you can’t help the way your mouth drops, fingers and toes curling, nails scraping against his neck.
seungkwan steadily fucks his fingers into your cunt, hitting your core with each press. your hips shift each time to meet his fingers.
he pushes a third finger in, and this time you let out a moan at the stretch. you love the sting of it, love how your cunt aches. it’s a feeling that has you fucking onto his fingers, seeking more and more.
“come on,” you hiss, glaring at him. “make me feel it, seungkwan.”
seungkwan begins thrusting his fingers into your pussy in earnest. you can feel the slap of his fist against your pussy, can feel how it stings. if you two don’t get around to fucking you’ll still feel sore from his fingers, you know, and how harshly he’s fucking them into you.
“that’s enough of that,” you say. seungkwan pulls his fingers from your pussy. they glisten with your juices, and seungkwan’s face morphs into one of disgust.
“ugh,” you say, “just wipe them off. don’t be a baby. it’s just cunt juice.”
seungkwan reaches behind you, using his clean hand to turn on the water tap. you sigh, loudly, as he rinses off his dirty hand and uses the towel.
“you’re such a baby,” you mumble.
“you’re a dick,” he shoots back. he hovers before you, not touching. he looks hesitant, unsure.
you roll your eyes. “well? are you going to fuck me or do i need to find someone else?”
seungkwan rubs at his dick. he winces, still sensitive from cumming earlier. but he fucks into his fist a few times, until precum is dribbling from the tip. he moves to you and then hesitates.
“what’d you stop?” you demand, raising your brows. you reach out, grabbing his hips and moving him close. “fucking scared?”
“shut up,” he murmurs, throwing you a glare. “just -- a condom? protection?”
you groan in exaggeration, and then you reach over the sink to grab your bag. you push things around for a moment before withdrawing a condom, dropping it onto the counter.
seungkwan fumbles with the wrapper for a few moments. eventually you grab it out of his hands, tearing it open. “fuck. can’t even fucking open a condom wrapper, dumbass. need me to put it on you too?”
he begins to say something, but you wrap your hand around his dick anyways. he chokes, and you focus on sliding the condom down along his length. “there. anything else you can’t do? need me to fucking tell you how to stick it in?”
seungkwan glares at you, and then he’s grabbing you. his hands are on your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter, your legs wrapping around his middle. seungkwan takes his dick in hand and slowly, almost gently, begins to penetrate you.
you can’t help but hiss a little at the sting. again: he isn’t the largest you’ve ever had, but he’s still enough to stretch out the walls of your pussy.
seungkwan pauses at your little noise of discomfort. you growl at him, hands reaching up and grabbing his hair and pulling. “don’t fucking stop,” you command. “don’t fucking stop until i tell you, asshole.”
jaw clenched, seungkwan sinks in the rest of the way. it stings; it hurts. it’s all so good, so delicious, and you wait hardly a moment before rolling your hips and sinking further onto his cock.
“fuck --”
“fuck me,” you say, nails digging slightly into his scalp.
seungkwan looks up at you. his eyes are wide, eyeshadow smeared along his temple. “but -- don’t you need to --”
“i said to fuck me,” you demanded. “i told you to do what i say. you want? you want to be in my cunt so bad? you want someone wrapped around your dick so bad you’ll fucking crawl like a dog for them, let them buy you a collar? then you fucking do what i say, boo seungkwan. you do what i tell you and when i tell you. you fucking do what i say. got that?”
he nods, biting down on his lip. his hands grip your hips, and then he’s rolling his hips, cock sliding against your walls. the drag is smooth due to your juices and the lubrication fo the condom. it’s almost too smooth.
you didn’t want seungkwan to fuck you for wholesomeness, for him to be gentle. you want him to fuck you.
“if you don’t start fucking me i’m going to leave you here,” you say.
seungkwan curses under his breath, calling you some name. he pulls most of the way out, the drag of his dick making your head fall back and toes curl. then sharply, meanly, he fucks into you. the contact stings, you know it’ll hurt later. but you crave it, are hungry for it.
“that’s it,” you say, clenching your teeth. “fuck me like that.”
seungkwan nods. you slide your hand down his head, and then you’re grabbing at that stupid choker. you sink your fingers between the band and his skin, hooking them and tugging at the choker.
seungkwan groans, eyes fluttering.
you laugh at him, pulling the choker against his throat again. “you like that? like being choked, baby?”
he nods. his lashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks. you can see his natural blush from underneath his makeup, can see his bangs beginning to stick to his forehead from the sweat. his lips are pursed. he’s so cute.
“here’s the deal,” you say. “make me orgasm and i’ll choke you. make me cum around your cute little dick and i’ll choke you.”
seungkwan tenses, a soft little noise leaving his throat. and then he’s fucking you.
every single thrust stings. he fucks you as if he’s rushed, as if he as intent. seungkwan fucks you as if he doesn’t just want it but hungers for it, as if he’s starving and your cunt is the meal, as if he’s desperate for fulfillment and only you can give it .
the sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the bathroom, seungkwan’s moans loud. you have to hold onto his shoulders, have to relax your body and just let him use it, let him use you.
and you fucking love it.
it hurts, and it’s a delightful sort of pain that makes tangles together with the need that tingles in your groin. his balls slap against your asscheeks, and fuck how you want it.
“come on,” you say, voice low. seungkwan shivers as you speak. “make me cum, baby.”
seungkwan slips his fingers down and down, and then the pads of his fingers are pressing against your clit. for a moment he just slips his fingers aimlessly, your cunt absolutely drenched. then seungkwan focuses, and he begins rubbing at the sensitive spots on either side of your clit, each stroke of his fingers paired with his fucking into you.
the tingling sensation of your lower body grows and grows, your hunger taking over. you were going to devour seungkwan. it didn’t matter when, didn’t matter if it happened now -- because one day you will absolutely swallow him whole. you’ve had a taste of him and that only validated your hunger. it made you so fucking hungry that you couldn’t handle it. you were going to devour him, going to make him yours.
you orgasmed with a cry, mouth falling open and nails digging into his flesh. your cunt gripped seungkwan’s cock tight, fluid gushing from your cunt and onto the counter, staining it.
seungkwan was moaning as your cunt clenched around him, brows furrowed and lips pouting. he looked to pitiful, trapped by you.
you pushed him back, and immediately you missed the feeling of his dick stretching you out. that didn’t matter. you fisted his cock, ignoring the condom; your other hand went to the back of his choker, and then you were tugging it again.
seungkwan groaned, eyes fluttering. you began pumping his cock in your fist, fast and crude. you pulled at his choker, giving him relief intermittently, cutting off his air flow only minutely.
“like my hand around your dick?” you asked, snickering. “hm? like it when i’m letting you fuck my fist?”
he nods, but you scold him. when seungkwan speaks his voice is horse and desperate. “yes. yes, i like it .i like it so much, want it -- want you so much.”
you smile, triumphant. “yeah? you’re my little puppy, aren’t you? my little fucktoy. say it, kwannie. say you’re mine.”
seungkwan whimpers, the sound making your cunt clench. “yours,” he cries out, “fucking -- yours!”
“gonna get you a new collar,” you say, tugging it again. “gonna get you a better collar, baby. show you off. you’d like that, like knowing you’re wanted. wouldn’t you?”
seungkwan nods. you’re on a high, adrenaline rushing through your veins. your smile never your face, broad and glimmering like a wolf’s.
he comes with a sob, and you can feel how his cock pumps out cum into the condom. you continue fucking him through it. “so fucking pretty, kwannie. pretty baby with a pretty little cock. gonna fucking ruin you, kwannie. gonna fucking make you mine.”
his makeup is running down his face. his eyeshadow is smeared from his tears, and there’s glitter around his mouth and on his jaw. you’d kiss him if he deserved it.
instead you laugh at him, pushing him away. you grab your panties and skirt. your thighs are soaked with your fluids, but you pull up your skirt nonetheless. you don’t bother to check your makeup, knowing it’s ruined, knowing everyone in the house probably knew what you had been doing already.
you grab seungkwan’s shirt, pulling him close. you grin up at him, pushing your underwear into his pocket. “very good, little puppy. very good.”
and then you turn around and walk out of the bathroom, leaving seungkwan leaning against the counter, eyes wide and watching.
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favorite ✧ boo seungkwan
title: favorite
pairing: boo seungkwan x afab reader
rating: explicit (18+)
word count: 3.6k
genres: pwp, smut, boyfriend!kwan
summary: "You've seen him do it a lot, but lately it makes you feel things. Like, deep down in the pit of your stomach things." aka: You want Seungkwan to be mean to you.
warnings under the cut.
general warnings: afab reader, reader wears a skirt and a thong
18+ warnings: hard dom bossy kwan, dirty talk, degradation, very slight humiliation, panties stuffed into mouth lol, name-calling, making out, oral (m. receiving, face fucking), breast/nipple play, fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (missionary and doggy style), creampie
✎ mean and bossy dom kwan.... who else cheered? /claps/. this is the dirtiest thing i've written so sorry if it's a mess. i do it for my fellow boosadans though, please enjoy!
✎ beta'd and researched *coughs* by @fernspotsvt. :o) 💗 thank you bb
“He must be in a mood today,” Vernon says with a laugh from his spot beside you. The two of you are sitting and watching a soccer game between Chan, Jihoon, Mingyu, and Seungkwan. You already know that he's referring to your boyfriend, who you've been watching the whole time.
“Mmhm,” you hum affirmatively as Seungkwan makes eye contact with you from afar and winks, running his hand through his hair.
“Gross,” Vernon giggles and you hit him lightly. You have to admit that he's right — Seungkwan has been a bit aggressive tonight, mostly towards his friends. Your attention is taken again when you see him run up to Chan, say something with a serious expression and then point to a different spot on the field. The younger man nods and jogs over to the spot. To say your mind is reeling would be an understatement. They continue playing, and you continue watching your boyfriend shout across the yard throughout the game.
Your mind starts drifting involuntarily. You think about how Seungkwan is nothing but nice to you, but when you're around his friends he bickers with them and bosses them around to no end.
Emphasis on “bosses them around”.
You've seen him do it a lot, but lately it makes you feel things. Like, deep down in the pit of your stomach things.
Your focus is broken by Seungkwan running directly towards you with a huge grin on his face.
“You okay, baby?” he asks in a cute voice. You nod and smile back as he pecks you on the lips, then runs back to the group on the field.
The same thing happens later that night when all of you are eating. The table is arguing over something but Seungkwan is too focused on putting food on your plate.
“You need to eat,” he says a bit like he's scolding you. ”I haven't seen you eat anything the whole night.”
You can feel your face get warm as he clicks his tongue at you. Getting turned on while you’re trying to eat is definitely not your best moment. You shovel your face with the food he gave you as he watches you intently, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.
“Good job,” he says a bit quietly so that only you can hear it. You swallow thickly and try to change the direction of the conversation.
“Um, watching you play soccer was fun,” you say with a smile and he grins back at you.
“Really? You looked kinda bored, so I just assumed you weren't into it,” he pouts and it makes you laugh.
“I wasn't bored! Just… thinking,” you reply. When you see his curious expression you already know that you dug yourself a hole you can't get out of.
“About?”
You sigh in defeat. “I think I like seeing you boss people around,” you say in one breath and try not to cringe at your own words. His eyebrows shoot up at that.
Your conversation is quickly interrupted by Soonyoung.
“We're going back outside!” he says as he grabs the soccer ball. Seungkwan quickly stands up and takes your hand in his.
“We're actually about to go home, we have an early morning tomorrow,” he says with a glance over to your direction. He smirks at the sudden surprised expression on your face.
You quickly say your goodbyes to everyone and end up back in your car, Seungkwan practically dragging you along the whole way. When he sits down in the driver's seat, you open your mouth to say something but he quickly cuts you off.
“I'm gonna drive, and you're going to explain what you were thinking about earlier,” he says bluntly as he starts the car.
“Okay…” you reply warily. He doesn't seem angry, but his tone is very serious. “Um, I just meant that… I'm not used to seeing you act assertive but… it was kind of attractive.” You twiddle your fingers together as you speak.
“Oh?” he replies simply, like he's expecting you to continue.
“Yeah, and I thought about how you're always really nice and gentle with me,” you continue. “Please don't make me say any more,” you say with a pout.
His hand suddenly moves over and lands on your thigh. He rubs his hand up and down and squeezes a little. When you go to shift your legs a bit, Seungkwan clicks his tongue, eyes still looking ahead at the road.
“Don't move.”
He has the same tone as when he was barking at Chan earlier, and it makes your skin tingle. You nod silently and he smiles. His hand squeezes your thigh a bit harder, and then moves between your legs and into the skirt that you're wearing.
“Mmm,” he hums as his fingers ghost over your thin panties. “You wore a thong tonight even though you knew we were just seeing my friends?”
You choke out a quiet sound and try to squeeze your legs together. Seungkwan immediately pulls his hand from your skirt, placing it on your thigh and digging his fingers into your skin.
“Didn't I tell you to stay still?” he snaps at you and you groan quietly. “Now you'll sit there untouched until we get home.”
He really does have a mean streak, you think to yourself. For the rest of the short ride home, you make yourself sit still and instead let your mind race thinking about all the things your loving boyfriend might do to you. You can feel your already wet panties pressing against your skin.
Once you make it to your apartment, Seungkwan leads you inside without saying a word. He only speaks after taking you into the bedroom and shutting the door.
“Kneel on the floor,” he tells you as he takes off his jacket. You hesitate for a moment, but then ease yourself down onto the carpeted floor. He suddenly squats down in front of you to face you eye-level.
“Do you want me to be mean to you?” he says in that gentle voice that you're so used to. You swallow and force yourself to speak, knowing that he wants a concrete answer.
“Yes… I want to try it. I want you to boss me around and be aggressive,” you reply as you feel your face heating up by the second. He makes a little sound of affirmation and stands back up.
“Use our safe word if you need to, okay?” he concludes and you nod in reply. You're still extremely turned on, so you're secretly hoping that he'll hurry up and do something. With where he's standing, you're face-level with his pelvis and trying to not drool.
“Take my cock out of my pants, baby,” Seungkwan almost whispers, still holding that domineering tone from earlier. Your hands immediately move from your lap to unbutton and unzip his jeans, revealing his half hard erection. You want to touch it immediately, but you move your hands back down and look up to your boyfriend for more instructions. He lets out a little chuckle at your reaction.
“Put your hands on my thighs and open your mouth.”
You do exactly that, trying to ignore how dumb you feel sitting there with your jaw slack and mouth hanging open. The feeling makes you squeeze your thighs together for some relief as you stare up at Seungkwan. He takes his time teasing you, though.
He starts stroking himself slowly, and you watch a little bit of precum ooze out. He then puts one hand on the back of your head, taking his cock in the other to spread his precum on your lips. You can feel his eyes on you the entire time as you try to stay quiet. After he seems satisfied, he eases his hard cock into your open mouth. You close your lips around it and let your eyes flutter shut in relief.
“You take my directions so well, my good girl,” Seungkwan says in a breathy voice as he slowly moves his length in and out of your mouth. You moan a little at his words and shift your legs together even more. He laughs condescendingly and thrusts a little bit harder into your mouth.
“Stop squeezing your legs together and be patient,” he says and tightens his grip on your hair. “Or I’ll stop and leave you here alone with just your needy little pussy.”
You immediately whimper loudly and relax your legs, focusing instead on the man in front of you fucking your mouth. His cock hits the back of your throat and he moans loudly, sending a bolt of arousal down your spine. He keeps going even faster and you can feel your eyes begin to tear up.
“Already crying on my cock?” Seungkwan says with a teasing voice. “I thought you wanted this. Didn’t you want me to be mean to you?” You try your best to nod and mumble out an affirmative answer.
“Maybe I would be nicer,” he continues with a hard thrust, “if you hadn’t worn a cute little skirt and a thong to go see my friends.”
He finally pulls your mouth off of his cock and lets you take a deep breath, drool and precum all over your mouth. By now you have a few tears dripping down your face as well. You somehow still have your shaky hands placed on his thighs as you continue to take deep breaths and regain your sanity. Even though he’s supposed to be mean, Seungkwan is still nice enough to let you catch your breath before speaking.
“Strip and then get on the bed,” Seungkwan says nonchalantly as he starts taking off his own clothes. You quickly scramble to get up and strip down to your underwear. You go to take off your panties before he stops you in your tracks.
“Give me those.”
You pull them off and shakily hand them over, and he motions for you to get on the bed. Finally completely naked, you crawl onto the bed and sit up straight, watching him. It feels like a lifetime before Seungkwan finally sits next to you. He holds up the thong that you gave him so that it's right in front of your face. Your hands immediately go to cover your face in embarrassment as you groan.
“Do you see how wet this is?” he says, making no move to pull your hands down from your face. He waits until you finally do look, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
“Yes,” you reply quietly and he smiles devilishly.
“Open your mouth,” he coos and you do so without thinking. He hums a little. “You're already so good at listening to me, sweetie.”
He slowly pushes your thong into your mouth, making sure to put the soaking wet part first so that you can taste yourself. He leaves most of the fabric hanging out of your mouth before pushing your jaw up to close your lips. You can't help but let out a whining sound when Seungkwan looks down at you with a lustful expression on his face.
“Don't worry,” he says with a teasing tone. “I'll only leave those in your mouth while I fuck you with my fingers.”
You nod dumbly in reply and open your legs a little, which makes him laugh. One of his hands reaches down between your legs.
“Can you imagine what my friends would think if they found out that you like to be bossed around?” he whispers as he runs a single finger through your wetness. “Or how wet you get when I'm mean to you?”
Your stomach flips at his words and you hate how much the thought turns you on.
“Play with your tits while I finger you,” he orders and watches your face as he suddenly eases two fingers inside of you. Letting out a loud moan, your brain goes blank with pleasure before you can register what he said.
“Oh? Are you too dumb to do that?”
Your pussy clenches tightly around his fingers and you quickly move both of your hands to your breasts, letting out a little whimper of embarrassment. He sets a moderate pace with his fingers as you start rubbing your own nipples, the pleasure already making your head spin.
“You're all fucked out and you haven't even had my cock yet,” Seungkwan says with a laugh. The fact that he’s right again annoys you to no end. “It might be fun to just do this all night and never fuck you.”
You quickly moan out loud and shake your head. He smiles and plants a kiss on your head.
“It's okay, baby. I may be mean but I'm still gonna fuck you tonight,” he remarks as he pulls his fingers out of you. You whine at the suddenly empty feeling as he scoots himself to sit next to you and gently pulls your thong out of your mouth. Seungkwan pulls you into a deep kiss and wipes the drool off your mouth.
“Are you okay?” he says quietly as he stares into your eyes, checking your expression. Your heart skips a beat and you could almost cry at how sweet he is.
“I am, I promise,” you reply, voice a little raspy. “I'm really turned on…”
He licks his lips at your words and nods. Instead of immediately going to put his cock inside of you, he takes your face in his hand and squeezes a little.
“Say ah,” he says and you do as you're told. He then puts his tongue deeply in your mouth as far as possible as he kisses you. You moan desperately, wrapping your hands around his neck to keep him there. You're so used to kissing Seungkwan constantly during sex that it feels weird not to. After a moment of making out, he pulls back and gently lays you back down. You spread your legs expectantly, but instead of going for it immediately, he grabs a pillow and puts it under your hips. He then takes your legs and pushes your knees up to your shoulders, practically bending you in half.
“Be a good girl and hold yourself open for me, okay?” You nod eagerly and grab your own legs.
“Fuck,” Seungkwan curses as he places his cock at your entrance and begins to slide it in. Once he's all the way in, you can't help but gasp at how deep he is inside of you. You both moan in unison as he begins thrusting, the feeling of intense pleasure making your brain go fuzzy. You feel tears start to well up in your eyes again.
You moan Seungkwan's name over and over as he fucks you, trying your best to keep a grip on your legs. You suddenly feel your own orgasm building in your core.
“I'm so — can I cum, p-please?” you say with a sob as you feel your pussy twitch uncontrollably. Your boyfriend clicks his tongue at you and shakes his head firmly.
“No, you're not cumming until I'm finished with you,” he grunts back at you and you bite your lip in restraint. You're not sure how you're going to hold back from climaxing, but you don't want to disappoint Seungkwan either.
“You should be smart enough to have self control, hm? Or maybe you only think with that slutty cunt of yours,” he says in a breathy voice that makes you clench even more.
“I won't cum, I promise,” you reply with a little sob as tears roll down your face. He chuckles and lightly pats you on your tear stained cheek. After a few more minutes of fucking deeply into you, he pulls out and takes a breath. As soon as he does, your hands fall and your legs flop down onto the bed. Before you know it, you feel a tongue slide up your sensitive pussy and you choke out a moan.
“Poor little thing, you're so swollen here,” Seungkwan says, voice dripping with a mocking tone. He moves away from between your legs, putting both hands on you to roll you over onto your stomach. You feel something stir inside you again when he manhandles you so easily.
“You don't have to worry about a thing,” he coos as he pulls your hip upwards. “Just keep these hips raised for me so I can fuck you.”
You moan and bury your face in the pillow below you as your arch your back.
“Uh-uh, not like that,” your boyfriend says as he threads a hand into your hair and pulls your head up. “Don't hide your face.”
You feel your face heat up with a mixture of shame and arousal — your eyes are still watery, and your body is tense with the desire to cum.
Finally, you feel Seungkwan's cock re-enter you with a harsh movement as his hips slap repeatedly against your ass. Your whimpers are drowned out by his loud groans and the wet sounds of him moving inside of you. You're struggling to keep your head off the pillow and he’s not making it any easier.
Suddenly, you feel Seungkwan's chest against your back as he presses his index and middle fingers to your lips. You get the hint and immediately take his fingers into your mouth, desperate for something to suck on. He moans your name loudly and keeps pressing down on your tongue until you gag a little.
“So good, shit,” he grunts into your ear. “My sweet girl, you just need me to take care of you, right?”
You feel the knot in your stomach tighten even more, your vision blurry with tears and your face messy with drool. You're not sure how you're going to keep yourself from cumming any longer.
“Were you imagining me doing this to you earlier tonight, even when you were sitting and talking to Vernon?” Seungkwan asks suddenly and the question takes you by surprise. You nod madly and mumble out a yes as much as you can with your mouth still full of his fingers.
“Mmm, I wish I could've known earlier how perverted you are,” he groans as his thrusting continues and his fingers press down on your tongue even more. “But now I know, and now I'll fuck you like this whenever you want.”
You feel his cock twitching a bit as he fucks into you, and you let out a breath of relief knowing that you'll be able to orgasm soon. He finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth and lets your head fall down onto the pillow.
“Don't cum until I do, okay?” Seungkwan whispers, voice husky in your ear as he speeds up. “Once I'm done filling your pussy up, then you can cum.”
You nod as much as you can with your head still pushed into the fabric below you. The only thing you can manage to think about right now is Seungkwan cumming inside you. He continues his grunting in your ear, getting louder by the second and making the coil in your stomach tighten even more. After a few more seconds of rutting his cock inside you, he lets out a loud moan of your name as you feel him shoot thick ropes of cum inside your walls. He grinds his hips against you until he's completely finished.
“Cum for me, baby,” he breathes into your ear, cock still deep inside of you. His hand reaches down to circle your swollen clit and after three measly strokes, you let out a loud cry; your orgasm hits you so hard that your whole body tenses and you feel a gush of wetness leave you. You let out a broken sob as you shudder and all you can hear is Seungkwan cursing while he runs his hands down your body in awe.
“So sexy,” he whispers as he watches you come down from your high. You suddenly feel so worn out that you could fall asleep immediately. Seungkwan gently pulls out of you and rolls you over.
“Sweetie, are you okay?” he asks as he lays next to you and faces you. “Was that too much?”
He looks so extremely concerned at your tired state that you want to laugh, but don't have the energy to.
“I'm okay,” you reply with a pleased smile. “That was amazing.”
He takes an obvious deep breath of relief and grins back at you.
“I'm glad. Do you wanna take a bath right now, or go to sleep?” Seungkwan asks as he strokes your hair. He's back to the same gentle and sweet guy that you've always known him as.
“Wanna sleep,” you mumble. You then suddenly feel a trickle of cum run down your leg, causing you to visibly cringe. “Maybe a bath then sleep.”
He laughs at your reaction and pulls you upwards to help you walk go the bathroom.
“I'll wash your back, baby,” he says with a wink that makes you want to smack him on the arm.
You do end up letting him wash your back, and you don’t exactly hate the way he sings to you while he does it.
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Kinktober '23: Bondage | Boo Seungkwan
Pairing: Camboy!Boo Seungkwan x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), roommates to lovers, Camboy AU
Summary: Seungkwan is a camboy and after months of trying, he invites you, his best friend, to help him spice up one of his streams
WC: 5.8k
Warnings: Pet names (pretty girl, pretty, baby), fingering, unprotected sex (be smart), light bondage, some voyeurism and exhibitionism aspects, prominent sub space, spanking, multiple orgasms (fem receiving), Seungkwan is such a soft dom in this but he doesn't take any shit
A/N: Yall I know it's been a long time but I refuse to give up and honestly?? I kinda ate with this one. If you like it, please check out my commission and donation links, drop a comment or a reblog, it would be appreciated!
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Living with Seungkwan was nice. He had friends over sometimes, and they could get a little loud sometimes, but they were always polite towards you, and they really did try not to cause problems for you. Seungkwan himself was a good friend, someone you knew you could rely on to handle the grocery trips when you were busy, or to keep the dishes done up. He was a shoulder you could lean on, which might have something to do with the two of you meeting during what was, objectively speaking, your worst year of college.
Maybe the best thing about Seungkwan was that no matter how much he would tease you, he never judged your decisions, and you never judged his. It was easy for the two of you to mind your own business. So it was a bit of a surprise when he came bursting into your room after a couple sharp knocks. He didn’t wait for an answer, and you were grateful that you were actually wearing pants this time.
“Hey, quick question. Are you busy tomorrow night?” He asked. You looked up at where he was standing just inside your doorway.
“Hello to you too, Kwannie,” You said, sitting up in bed and stretching your arms over your head. You didn’t catch the way his eyes flicked down to the sliver of your stomach that exposed itself. “You should really learn to knock. I could have been busy. Or, like, changing or something.”
“Y/N,” He whined, jutting out his bottom lip into a dramatic pout. You whined back before huffing.
“Relax, relax. I’m sorry. No, I’m not doing anything tomorrow night. Why?”
He moved to flop onto the end of your bed.
“Okay, so you know how I do streams, right?” He asked. You nodded, remembering how awkward the conversation had been when he’d explained it, how nervous he was to tell you that he had a side hustle as a camboy. You, however, hadn’t thought anything much about it, which you could tell helped ease his mind. It never mattered to you what he did in his free time, especially when his pocket money bought you little treats from everywhere he went. Besides, anyone as hot as Seungkwan would be a fool not to profit off of their looks in one way or another.
“Mhm,” You hardly looked up from your phone, just enough to urge him to continue talking.
“So…I had an idea for how to change it up this week but I need help.” He said. That had you putting your phone down. What exactly was he asking of you?
“Look, if we’re going to a sex store, you’re paying.” You said. You watched a faded pink crawl up his neck, and you couldn’t help but giggle.
“I wasn’t gonna suggest that. I think I have everything I need for now. It’s just a weird request, so you can’t freak out on me. I’m warning you!”
“Consider me warned,” You motioned for him to carry on.
“Would you want to join me for the stream? Like…let me touch you or whatever?”
You lost any semblance of coherent thoughts at his question. Sure, you knew that Seungkwan masturbated for strangers on the internet, and you knew he’d offhandedly mentioned how people would be interested in seeing him with a partner, but you knew he’d never wanted to share something like that with anyone he didn’t trust inside and out. More than freaking you out, the invitation flattered you (and maybe sparked a heat low in your stomach). He trusted you enough to invite you into his most vulnerable space.
Unfortunately, your silence on the matter did nothing but make him nervous.
“You can just say no, I’m not gonna be mad.” He said, moving to get up. You frowned, reaching to catch his hand and stop him before he got too far.
“I wasn’t gonna say no. I was just thinking is all.” You said with a shrug. “I know you wanna make your undying fans happy, but I don’t want you to bring me into this unless it’s something you’re absolutely sure about.”
Your sincerity seemed to catch him off guard, but he shook it quickly except for the curling warmth rising in his chest.
‘I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t sure. I’ve been meaning to ask you for a couple months. Didn’t know how to without making it…weird.”
“It’s us, Kwan, aren’t things always weird?” You teased him. You watched the way the tension washed out of him, the way his shoulders relaxed, and you found yourself relaxing with him.
A little over twenty-four hours had passed when you found yourself stepping into Seungkwan’s bedroom. It was odd, and the nerves were beginning to settle in your stomach. It’s not like you were some fresh and pure virgin, and if there was anyone that you trusted to fuck you on camera in front of dozens - if not hundreds - of people, it was Seungkwan. But now you were about to have your entire body on display, about to hand over the reins and let him do as he saw fit for the people watching him. The people watching you.
“You can make yourself comfortable,” He said, motioning towards his bed. You’d been inside his room plenty of times, and maybe you’d taken a peek at his streams once or twice, just to see what exactly it was he did, but this felt different. You knew what this room looked like from almost every angle, but seeing it like this in person and not through the tiny screen of your phone was new. The purple LED lights set the mood, washing his room in a cool glow that made the entire place feel like it was moving in slow motion.
You perched on the end of his bed, watching the ease with which he moved around, the confidence in his stride. It wasn’t unfamiliar, this version of him where he took up space and commanded a room, but the context added something in it that sent ripples through the pool of arousal settling into your stomach. He sat in his desk chair, adjusting his set up and bobbing his head to the quiet music that he had playing in the background. You admired the way that the dim lighting washed over him, casting shadows against his already stunning features and making him that much harder to look away from.
“Did you hear me?” He asked. You blinked the lust out of your eyes and gave him an apologetic smile instead of an answer. “If you’re nervous you can say so. We don’t have to do this.”
He could see through you without even trying. Damn him and his observant nature.
“I’m fine, seriously. I want to do this with you. New experiences or whatever, right?” You rolled your neck in a slow circle, letting your shoulders lift up and drop back, stretching the nerves out of your muscles and forcing yourself to relax. This wasn’t you, you weren’t generally so uptight. “What was it you were saying?”
“The set up over here will have the stream on it. If you’re worried about what people will see, you can check it on this one.” He nodded towards one of the screens in question, then pointed to the next one. “That one will have the chat on it.”
You nodded along, listening to him explain the set up and showing you what the viewers would see, it was exactly what you’d expected it to be, nothing too intimidating. Still, you were grateful for his explanations and reassurance.
“And you’re just gonna…fuck me?” You asked, not entirely sure what to expect. You’d discussed your limits, established a safeword for if you needed out. You’d talked about what you were into, what you’d never tried before, going to extents that made you squirm. By this point, you were pretty sure that Seungkwan knew your sexual preferences better than any partner you’d ever had in the past.
Seungkwan laughed, and the sound seemed into your bones, washing away the last of your worries. That was your Seungkwan, you were safe in his hands.
“Not right away. Gonna talk to the chat, touch you, get everyone all worked up. You don’t have to say anything, just follow my lead. Listen to my voice. Let me make you feel good. The teasing is half the fun, it’s the part they always like the most.”
He was speaking so casually, but the certainty in his voice was doing something to you. You nodded, trying to picture how things were going to happen. Where would he touch you? Would he be able to find all the places that made you squirm or would he be too preoccupied with his chit-chat?
“Then I’ll do what we talked about. Play with you, make sure you feel good. It really is about you this time around.”
This time around. It implied he’d bring you back, put on another show with you, maybe a bit more selfishly. One that was about him next time. You remembered how he’d explained that his fans wanted to see how he’d take care of a partner, presumably to imagine it was them. That was fine by you, and if you held a little piece of something special with Seungkwan, well, that was nobody’s business but your own.
He went through the process of getting the stream ready, and you say quietly, watching him slip into his element. It reminded you of when he’d host get-togethers for your friends, how careful he was to make sure that everything was perfect so nobody had to worry about a thing. You wondered if he’d do the same thing when he was playing with you.
“Camera on in one minute.” He said, moving so he was propped against his pillows, guiding you to sit between his legs. You did as he said, pressing your back to his front and leaning your head back into his shoulder, nervous eyes trained on the screen where the two of you were sitting. It gave a perfect view of the two of you, his arms wrapped around you, hands settling against your lower stomach, and his fingers tracing against the waistband of your pants.
The viewers started rolling in just after the stream started, dedicated viewers who expected him just like clockwork. They greeted him with nothing but adoration and excitement, and Seungkwan greeted them back, calling some of them by name and thanking them for their tips on the last steam, insisting that he’d put on a good show again, that he’d work hard to meet their standards.
You really weren’t paying too much attention to what he was saying, just listening to that smooth cadence of his voice and feeling the way his hands brushed down over your exposed thighs, thumbs tracing the line of the shorts you’d put on for this. His hands were warm and smooth, kneading at the flesh of your thighs and dragging his dull nails against the insides of them. You wondered if he noticed the way your body was melting into him with each pass of his palms against your skin.
After several minutes of focusing on nothing but the heat thrumming in your stomach, you found yourself fighting the urge to wiggle, and then he was riding his hands higher, stroking up your sies and pushing your shirt out of the way so that he could slip underneath, caressing your sids, along your stomach, swirling shapes that blended in with the dips of his voice as he spoke to the camera.
You’d very nearly forgotten the viewers, so focused in on the way that Seungkwan was familiarizing himself with your body. Nobody had ever taken this much time to touch you without even taking off your shirt. You had a fleeting thought that maybe you’d have to worry about that eventually, about him being able to take you apart and put you back together better than anyone else you knew. That thought, however, slipped through your fingers when his hands moved up to cup your breasts over your bra. The touch made your back arch involuntarily, chasing more pressure, more skin on skin contact, more anything because that simply wasn’t cutting it.
He laughed, voice swirling in your head and fogging it up enough that you didn’t even have time to be insecure when he pulled your shirt off and cast it aside. You opened your eyes, the glaring image of the two of you catching your attention, and the red light staring back at your nearly bare torso. You chewed on your lip, and Seungkwan dipped closer so that the mic wouldn’t pick up his voice.
“Are you okay?” He asked. You nodded slowly, and his lips ghosted over the weak spot just below your ear. Your breath hitched when he flicked his tongue over it, waiting until your muscles gave out on you to suckle on it, drawing the tiniest whine from you. Then he huffed out a chuckle against the shell of your ear. “Good. I’m not done with you yet.”
His voice was dark, heady, and you were spinning in the abyss of it. The room felt like it was tilting at an odd angle, your stomach flip flopping and your body being held up only by the arm he had wrapped around you again, keeping you steady against him while he teased the curve of your cleavage above your bra.
“Yeah, she’s never been on camera before,” He said, voice no longer aimed towards you, but back at the audience that was becoming more and more antsy to have his attention back. You remembered then that people were watching you, watching the way that the slightest touch from him had you pressing your thighs together for a sliver of friction. “I know, she’s so pretty, isn’t she?”
A warmth crept into your cheeks at the easy praise, words spilling out as if you weren’t even there. It shouldn’t have turned you on the way that it did, but you couldn’t deny the wetness dampening your panties as his fingers dipped under the cups of your bra, tugging them down slowly enough for you to stop him if you wanted. You didn’t want to. So he pulled the fabric down under your breasts and let his hands idly knead at them. He wasn’t chasing your pleasure the way that you were, just taking his time touching you as his eyes scanned the chat screen. The praise, the requests for him to strip with you, the ones asking to see more of you.
You didn't notice it in your state, so focused on his touch that you weren’t even looking at him on the screen, but a sort of heated jealousy flickered across his face. He didn’t mind sharing you with his audience, that’s what had gotten you into his bed in the first place, but he didn’t like the idea of letting them take over, letting them make you feel good instead while he just followed their orders.
His fingers got harsher, brushing against your nipples before pinching them between his fingertips and rolling them. You whined, back arching to ease some of the sharp pain, and he bit back a devastated sound at how pretty you sounded. For him.
His eyes returned to the screen, reading the comments as they rushed by, thanking people for the tips rolling in as he continued to pinch and tweak your sensitive buds. He tugged and twisted, flicked at them until you were nearly panting, legs desperately pressing together as if that would make you less of a worked up mess.
“Stay still,” He mumbled sharply, easing up on his torment and instead kneading your breasts in large, warm palms as if to soothe the sting of arousal that he’d caused.
He continued like that, hands suddenly gentle and much more patient than you could stand. You whimpered after a few moments of his attention straying front ou, your hand finding his wrist and guiding it with feather light touches towards the waistband of your shorts. He laughed.
“Need something, baby?” He asked. The name was new, and it only sent your mind spiraling further into depraved desperation.
“Need you. Please?” You said, and it was quiet enough that you weren’t even sure if it could be heard through the stream. The only reassurance that your begging was noticed was the influx of pinging as more and more money rolled in.
“Need me? Im right here, pretty girl. What could you need?” He taunted, and you huffed.
“Need you to touch me. Wanna cum,” You said, the world around you fading out completely as you gave him exactly what he was looking for. He seemed satisfied, nudging you to sit up straighter so that he could pull his shirt off and discard it. Then he was pulling you back, pressing your bare skin to his, radiating warmth that had you melting, your skin burning with want, and need, and pure molten lava at that point.
Once you were settled back, he pushed your shorts out of his way, guiding them down your soft thighs so you could kick them off, leaving you just in the flimsiest, cutest pair of panties that you owned. The scrap of fabric barely covered you to begin with, and it was nearly transparent with your wetness, stuck to your folds. Seungkwan reached down, hooking your legs over his so he could hold you open for everyone to see, his fingers tracing your exposed thighs and leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
You tried not to fold the moment you got his attention, you really did, but it was easier said than down when his touch skirted along the edge of your panties, so horribly close to your pussy that it made your hips back and your voice come out as a trembling whimper.
“Can you guys see how wet she is?” He asked, his voice dripping pure charm that only served to make your hold leak a little more. Then his fingers were pressing your panties against you, dragging them against your slicked clit in slow, torturous circles. You nearly sobbed, eyes opening to look up at him. The face that he looked breathtaking even from this angle was cruel, downright killer.
“She’s soaked already. You know, I knew she’d like being watched but I think she likes it almost as much as I do,” He laughed, and you huffed in protest, but he didn’t stop his touch regardless. “How many times do you think we can make her cum? Two? Three?”
You couldn’t bite your tongue this time, a scoff slipping out as your frustration built enough to sting between your thighs.
“Haven’t even proved you could make me cum once. How could they know how many times? Maybe one of them should just fuck me instead. Bet they’d be nice to me.” You snapped. You realized your mistake the moment you spoke. Seungkwan’s fingers stilled, his other hand coming up to grasp at your waist, tugging you hard enough that you couldn’t even consider not giving in. He guided you to flip over, settling you over his lap.
“Is that how you talk to me?” He asked, tugging your panties down to expose the curve of your ass to the cool air of his room. You shook your head harshly, trying to mumble out apologies, but only managing a series of pouty whines and please that he didn’t seem interested in listening to. “I didn’t fucking think so. I know you have manners, let’s make sure you use them next time.”
His hand came down, harsh and stinging against one side of your ass, your hips jolting and scrambling to escape the pain. He pulled them back into place, kneading your ass cheek beneath his palm.
“What do you say?” He asked. You buried your face in your arm, turning just enough to peek at him out of the corner of your eye.
“I’m sorry, baby, please,” You whimpered. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Oh, you promise?” He taunted. You didn’t have a chance to answer before he was spanking you again. This time it was less hard, but followed by two more just as quickly. You yelped, kicking your feet up helplessly to try and protect your backside. He just pushed them down, taking a moment to rub at the abused flesh before giving you one more. You sniffled, though there weren’t any tears, just a pathetic thrum of humiliation and arousal washing over you.
“I’m sorry,” You mumbled, nuzzling into his thigh and leaving a soft kiss there as if it would take away from your misbehavior.
“Thank you pretty girl. Did so well for me.” He praised, tipping your head up and leaning down to kiss you. The feeling took you by surprise, the softness of his lips against yours wasn’t something that had gone unimagined, but it was better in real life, and so vastly opposite his harsh discipline from moments before. Nevertheless, it was chaste, and his eyes were still dark when he pulled away.
“I think you deserve a reward for being so good. Used your manners and everything.” He brushed his fingers down the curve of your jaw, gentle and adoring, then his eyes flicked up towards the camera. “What do you think? Is it time for a reward?”
His voice was sweet, and you wiggled your hips, half hoping that it would sway the viewers to your side and coax him into making you cum. Your pussy was throbbing with the need to be touched, to be spread open and stretched out, and the feeling was beginning to become uncomfortable.
He hummed, not speaking as he read the comments, just carefully focusing on the scroll of words that you weren’t in the headspace to make out. Then he was knocking your thighs apart, keeping you laid out there over his lap, and sliding his fingers down to your needy cunt. He spread your wetness along your lower lips, coating his skin in it before stopping to flick them harshly along your clit, back and forth at such a pace that you wanted to close your thighs. The only thing keeping them open was his forearm laid against one of them and the awkward position that he had you laid in.
You bit back a desperate whine as your orgasm crashed into you surprisingly fast, your body writhing in his lap as he continued to work you through it, rubbing fast circles against your clit and leaving your walls to clench and flutter, unsatisfyingly empty. The orgasm did nothing but make you more desperate for him.
“Please,” You whined as you came down from it, need burning hot and heavy in your lower stomach. He smiled, using his clean hand to stroke your hair away from your face. “Wanna feel you inside,”
He groaned, although it was nearly closer to a whine, wordlessly complaining about your impatience, and the effect it was having on him, and how it was no doubt ruining his carefully thought out plans for the stream. He pouted, bottom lip jutting out at the camera as he read the influx of comments.
“Aish,” He hissed under his breath. “Whose side are you on, anyway?”
You processed that he was talking to his viewers as he maneuvered you off of his lap so he could stand up. The bulge in his pants was obvious, the outline of his cock showing against the soft fabric. He didn’t do anything about it though, pulling you carefully to sit up instead, your back turned to the camera and you perched up on your knees. He pulled a spool of dark blue rope from his bedside drawer, moving your arms behind your back and carefully wrapping your wrists, trying your forearms together and giving them a tug. You hummed out a sound at the feeling, the slightest strain tugging in your shoulders and the rope rubbing against your arms leaving you with even more lava rushing through your veins.
He tipped your head up, making you look at him and silently questioning if you were comfortable enough. You nodded ever so slightly, looking up at your roommate with the widest lust blown eyes as if that would make him speed this whole ordeal up. You knew better though, knew he wouldn’t go easy on you. Especially not when you had an entire crowd to entertain.
“Needy little whore. Cute,” He hummed, pulling you around so that your back was facing him, your profiles to the camera. He pulled you back by your upper arm, catching you steadily against his chest when your balance gave way to his force. He reached around you, turning your chin up to catch your lips in a fast, messy kiss. It was all tongue, and saliva, and the taste of him as he practically devoured your mouth.
His hands roamed down your front, tracing your curves, down your stomach, before finally finding their way to your dripping core. He pulled your legs open wider, not caring about the little whimper that you let out in response to losing your balance again. After all, he had no intentions of letting you fall, and maybe you had a habit of forgetting how strong he was until he was keeping you upright with a single arm around you.
Two of his fingers slid through your folds, spreading them open for a third to tease against your hungry hole, sliding in slowly before sliding right back out and continuing to tease you. You were too breathless to complain, his lips leaving yours and dripping wet kisses down your neck and shoulder, then back up again, nipping at your earlobe before sucking what you were sure would be a very bold mark at the crook of your neck.
Then two of his fingers were filling you up, and your body threatened to fall forward, your legs trying to snap shut around his hand but in no position to do so. So instead he continued working you open, fingers fucking into you with the lewdest sound, pushing your wetness out and letting it run down his hand as he worked you open for him. You could feel his impatience in the way that he worked a third finger inside along with the first two, the sting earning a broken moan from you. It didn’t last, turning into a burning need for more, more, more. That’s all you could think about, greedy little whore. Just for him.
It took you a considerable moment to realize that he was the one whispering those words to you as he stuffed you full of his fingers, your mind getting lost somewhere along the way and focusing entirely on the sound of his voice, and the feeling of his bare chest pressed to your back, and your arms trapped between the two of you, and the beads of sweat slipping down your collarbone. You swore you could feel everything all at once and process none of it at all.
When he pulled his fingers out of you, you let out what could only be called a sob of devastation, and he laughed, easing you down so your weight was resting on your front, balanced carefully on your shoulder with your cheek pressed into the bed. You looked over at him as best as you could, watching him shuck off his pants and underwear so the both of you were completely naked. You could only just see the way his hand wrapped around his cock, fingers smearing your slick arousal onto his length as he tugged it slowly. He looked so pretty, the softly sculpted muscles of his stomach tensing, his chest rising and falling with each breath as he tried to get himself impossibly harder. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel his eyes fixated on the clenching of your pussy, the way you were leaking all over your thighs for him.
“Baby, please fuck me. Been waiting for so long, just…please.” You huffed, wiggling your hips back towards him, and you caught a momentary glimpse of his eyes clouding over as he watched you. His free hand came to knead one of your ass cheeks, spreading you open and taking in the way your hole was begging for him. He cursed under his breath, muttering something to the camera that you didn’t hear – and, quite frankly, didn’t give a shit about.
“Alright, pretty, just hold tight.”
Seungkwan guided his cock to tap against your folds a few times, then pressing into you slowly, inch by agonizing inch. He wasn’t terribly long, but he was thick enough that it brought the sting of tears as he filled you up. Your hands grasped at the air, not entirely able to grab anything but each other, which you did. Your back ached, burying your face deeper into his bedding to try and muffle the fucked out cry that left your lips as his cock dragged the length of your g-spot. Your stomach flipped and tightened as his hips stilled, pressed harshly against your ass. His hands were gripping your hips like a lifeline, surely leaving bruises in the shape of his fingertips, pulling you back into him so he could hit just a little deeper inside of you.
You weren’t given an opportunity to find words before he was puling out of you and sliding home again, harder this time, a little faster, until his pace was set and his hips were meeting yours hard enough that you just knew your ass was turning pink. The only sounds in the room were the slick slide of his cock inside of you, the skin on skin of his hips meeting your backside, and the downright shattered moans that you were letting out with each of his thrusts, the sound stunted and jumpy as he fucked you dumb.
Seungkwan grabbed your bound arms, pulling you up onto your knees and using your shoulder as leverage to drag you back into him. Your entire body shuddered at the new angle, head dropping forward and mouth hanging open as drool pooled at the corner of your lips. Somehow, despite knowing what it was he did, it had never occurred to you that maybe Seungkwan was an absolute sex god.
The hand on your shoulder slipped around, fingers splaying prettily against your throat, not choking you but simply letting you know that he was there, that he could, and you groaned a string of curses as you lost all sense of space and time. The only thing that existed was him, his body, the way it was connecting with yours. Just the two of you and the breathless grunts that he let out against your neck.
“Gonna cum,” You warned him, your fingers managing to drag against his stomach as he fucked into you, and the next thing you knew your vision was bursting with white, and Seungkwan was growling as you came around him, squeezing him so tight that he could hardly even fuck you through it.
Your ears were ringing, and it felt a little like you were on a boat when he laid you down on your front again, pulling out to shoot his load onto the insides of your thighs, marking your skin with his seed and stroking himself through it. He was panting then, the first thing that you could process, and you listened to that sound alone, ignoring the slightly off putting feeling of his cum running down your legs. You just nuzzled deeper into his blankets, finally processing that he’d laid you down.
You faintly heard him say his goodbyes, thanking everyone for their gifts and promising to bring you back again soon if you were interested. It registered slowly that you’d been streaming with him that entire time, that you’d experienced the most earth shattering orgasm of your life in front of who knows how many people. But it didn’t matter, you couldn’t care. Not when he sat down beside you, the camera off, and reached down to stroke your hair away from your sweat-dampened face. You blinked up at him, a sleepy smile curling onto your face.
“How do you feel, pretty thing?” He asked, carefully freeing your arms and rolling you to lay on his back. He took his time to massage each arm from wrist to shoulder and back again, making sure that your circulation was okay, mostly since he was pretty well convinced that you wouldn’t have noticed it if you lost feeling in them completely.
“Good. Really good,” You told him, eyes heavy again, so you gave in and closed them.
“Good, I’m glad. You did so well, let me take such good care of you. But you gotta stay with me while I get you cleaned up, okay? You can do that right? Just stay with Kwannie,”
You hummed, your heart skipping in your chest. Kwannie, your Kwannie. You curled closer to him, cheek pressed against his still bare thigh, and he chuckled, reaching down to brush your cheek.
“Can you stay here while I go get a towel to clean you up? Then you can nap and we’ll shower later.”
You nodded thoughtlessly, and he took that as his sign to get up. When he did, however, you reached out to grab his wrist, and he turned as fast as humanly possible to look at you, eyes clouded over with worry.
“Are you gonna nap with me?” You asked, voice so tiny and heavy with sleep that he swore his heart might melt.
“Yeah pretty, I’ll sleep too. Just let me clean us up, okay?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your forehead, and you nodded obediently, not even trying to move a muscle and settle under the blankets. He disappeared from his room for a moment, grabbing a wet cloth and cleaning himself. A few minutes later he returned, finding you sound asleep, his pillow pulled up against your chest and your face squished into it.
Seungkwan looked at you, naked and surely chilly in his bed, but so entirely relaxed after sleeping with him, and the warmth that bloomed in his chest made him question if the two of you were ever really just friends to begin with.
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