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bandgie · 4 months

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Reactions To You Pissing During Sex

OT8!SKZ x fem!reader

a/n: this ask got me thinking tbh I can't stop myself.

warnings: MDNI 18+, pissing obvi, crying, some degrading

BANGCHAN! - truthfully he's just too good at fucking you. knows where all your good spots are and hits them with precision. he's gripping you by the waist and bringing you down on his cock. breasts bouncing and your hands clutching onto his wrists. - that warm, beautiful feeling builds, but it feels too intense, a little too familiar in your bladder. panic hits you but it's so hard to talk when all you can is moan and squeal. all you do is shake your head back and forth as a signal, but channie is so used to you doing that when he's in your pussy just right that he pays no mind to it - when you pee, he thinks you're squirting at first. then he sees the consistency, the color, the everything. he pulls out real quick, thinking he's hurt you or its uncomfortable for you. which in fact, is completely wrong! it feels so good to pee mid orgasm, overwhelming actually - the realization gets to you that you literally pissed on your lover, and with the high emotions, you can't stop yourself from crying. soft sobs and apologies tumble from your swollen lips, which makes Chan panic. he's soothing you immediately, telling you it's okay and that it's not a big deal. your tears nearly make him cry, he's such a softie!

"No baby don't cry! It's okay, I promise it's okay, im not mad! We can always take a shower yeah?"

MINHO - has you doggy style, hand reaching around to rub on your clit. his chest is completely on your back, the pressure of everything just feels so good. you're able to warn him, telling Minho that you think you're gonna piss. - thinks you're joking, laughs and slaps your puffy pussy. you keep repeating yourself over and over until it finally happens. hot liquid splashing on his fingers. - he flips you over immediately, looking at your hazy eyes and twitching limbs. you're still peeing as your lay flat on your back, and he's looking at you slightly aroused and slightly shocked -minho is very observant, and he watches your expressions to judge whether or not you're able to continue. you have such a fucked out face, your teeth biting on your lower lips as you look up at him shyly and embarrassed. - he laughs breathlessly, surprised by yours and his excitement about the whole thing. thrusts his cock in you a few times to see how you react. your legs immediately wrap around your waist to bring him closer, and your arch your back for him to hit your favorite spot.

"pissing yourself? how old are you again?"

CHANGBIN - oh he doesn't even notice. all he knows is that your pussy is his favorite and he's drowning in it. when he feels that warm splash on his tummy, he pays no mind to it. just adds to the wetness between your thighs - you're repeating his name over and over, but changbin's sooooo lost he just repeats yours the same way. - it's not until you have to reach up and grip his stomach, pulling to get his attention. thheennn he opens his eyes, and registers your wrecked state. soaked and writhing in pleasure. changbin coos and rubs your thighs, gripping the plushness. - he's so stuck on his headspace, that just mindlessly plays with all your slick on your clit and his stomach. changbin didn't hear you say any safe word, so he takes the green light to keep going. doesn't care if you pee more or not. he just adores those pretty little sounds you make. it's not until you're both laying on the bed, coming down from your highs and back down to earth that he finally realizes you wet yourself

"you peed!?! did you like it? I liked it, can you do that again next time?"

HYUNJIN - he loves everything about you, worships you even. you pee during sex? okay and? is he supposed to care? - ofc he would stop if it bothers you that much, but it's perfectly safe to say he doesn't find it gross in the slightest. it just means he's making you feel so good that you couldn't tell the difference. and he basks in the warmth of your piss, he weirdly finds it intimate - makes you feel better with plush kisses and hushed whispers. telling you that it feels nice and he loves all of you. makes you gush with cum this time, ugh he's such a sweetheart - I feel like he would get cocky about it too during sex. like wow he's that good? he lasts extra long when you pee, just watching your cunt flood with piss onto his stomach is a beautiful sight - kinda opens a door for him. doesn't take long before he's asking to pee on you. both of you are covered in absolute filth at the end, and a shower is much needed

"oh you're such a pretty angel for me. just got a little excited huh?"

HAN - hot. like Hyunjin, hannie just loves you down to the atoms. but peeing? oh he's in love - riding him while his hands play with your tits. your hands are splayed over his tiny waist when you feel the impending orgasm, with a little something else. you don't tell him though, you have a feeling he'd rather find it as a pleasant surprise - imagine his needy expression when he sees you pee all over his stomach. he moans at the sight and bucks his hips up into you. he can feel the liquid travel down his stomach onto the sheets, filling his bellybutton - oh he's beggingggg. for cum? for more piss? for you? who knows. but he's just saying please please please with little uh uh uh's and he's squeezing your breasts soooo hard, he's gonna leave little finger marks - cums real quick after that, but you just keep riding him. there's little splash noises and your knees are soaked from the piss stained covers, but he just looks so fucked out and in pure bliss

"Baby, baby oh fuck yes. More! Make me dirty."

FELIX - doesn't say anything about it, just keeps fucking you. he's not sure if it would embarrass you or anything, so he just waits for you to say something first - but he does really like how it looks. your moans are higher and you can't stop shaking. he swears your pussy is softer, wetter. he gets more vocal too, pushing your thighs up to your chest to fully expose your wet clit to him - ugh watching it squirt out of you onto his pelvis? oh he likes that a lot. rubs your sensitive nub to try and squeeze more out of you. smiles mischievously when you squeal and thrash, as if in warning - felix didn't know he could be this nasty, he enjoys that you're marking your territory in the most animalistically way possible. makes his eyes roll back, deep moans when he finishes inside you

"Fuck, you're so wet. Wanna taste you so bad."

SEUNGMIN - oh he's mean. asshole. you're squirming away from his brutal thrusts, pleading with him. oh but he wants you to. wants to see how mortified you get when you piss all over yourself. gives him a huge power trip - he'll go harder, pin your hands above your head so you can't cover yourself. laughs manically when you finally let go. his beautiful smile twists evilly when you softly sob. he'll hold both your wrists in one hand and use the other to grip your face, forcing you to look up at him - man he just loves that humiliating look on your features. the tears in your eyes, the quivering in your lips. makes your lips pucker open so he could spit in your mouth. if you wanna be nasty, seungmin is sure to leave you filthy - your cries turn into choked moans when he starts fucking into you again. it's too much, emotionally and physically, but you love being a good girl for him. he always makes sure to make it up to you afterwards anyway

"Did you really pee on yourself? You really are just a dumb puppy."

JEONGIN - it's really his fault, you wouldn't have peed if it weren't for his actions. he read on the internet that if you press down on your partner's stomach while you fuck them, it makes their orgasms much more extreme. - yes, but at a cost. your release feels beyond amazing, seeing stars in the midst of it. you dont even recognize yourself going pee because everything just feel so good. head thrown back, back arched, eyes rolled, god you're cumming hard - he's in shock. the article didn't mention anything about this. his thrusts slow, but he was soooo close to his own release that he can't fully stop. plus you seem to having a rather fun time, it would be a terrible idea to pull out - you're clenching on his cock repeatedly, pussy fluttering around his cock from your intense orgasm. your cream mixed with piss is surprisingly a good combination to i.n. - everything just sounds so wet, but you hardly have the mind to care. just that pleasurable thrusting in your walls that hit your deepest part numb your senses. are you cumming again? are you pissing? squirting? doesn't matter, you just don't want him to stop - it's after you're both clean and snuggled that i.n shyly tells you of your accident.

"Your pussy felt so good like that. Is it weird that I liked it?"

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c-h4n · 6 months

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ashonheavenscloud · 1 month

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just right || k. seungmin

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ contents: kim seungmin x fem!reader, established relationship, smut (minors dni!), seungmin is simultaneously a sweetheart and a tease <3

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ word count: 3.7K

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ warnings: swearing, 18+ explicit content, softdom!seungmin, virgin!reader, protected sex, HEAVY praise, fingering, implications of aftercare, it’s all very soft and vanilla and ahdhjshdjdbfjfn

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ a/n: another repost while i’m swamped with essays and can’t write very much🫠 this is one of my favourite smut pieces i’ve posted. enjoy!

now playing: irene - jimmy brown

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It just… didn’t look right.

You tried twisting in the bedroom mirror, striking vague poses to try and like the lace two-piece you’d been hoping to surprise Seungmin with. You’d been so confident in the store, under special dim lighting and in a red and black changing room, but coming home and trying it on again… it felt way different. Mainly because now it was sinking in that Seungmin was coming home in ten minutes, and he would actually see you in this skimpy, black lace lingerie.

It wasn’t like Seungmin hadn’t ever seen you wear something scandalous. But a lingerie set was way different than a short skirt or a sloping neckline. The implication was obvious, and besides brief discussion you hadn’t really… done anything in terms of sex. You wanted too- you really wanted to- and this had been your idea to make it easier for yourself. If you felt sexy, it wouldn’t be as intimidating, right?

Shit, what had you been thinking? You smoothed your hands over the fabric, feeling stupid.

The front door lock clicked, and immediately your heart skipped several beats, your feet frozen as you listened to the door open and Seungmin call from out in the hallway, “Baby?”

Shit, shit, shit-

You felt caught for some reason, even though this has literally been the plan. You just hadn’t expected to chicken out last minute. Your eyes scanned the room, and found one of Seungmin’s white shirts on the bed. After a split second of hesitation, you cursed under your breath and pulled it over your head. It barely reached your mid thighs, and you were about to dig around for a pair of pants when Seungmin knocked on the closed door.

“Baby?”

You froze, and for some reason you hesitated. Why shouldn’t you let Seungmin in? A large part of you, in spite of your self-consciousness, wanted to see his reaction. You wanted to know what would happen, what he would do, what you would do if given the chance…

And your lack of response was enough of a response for Seungmin to slowly open the door and peek in.

You didn’t know what to do with any part of your body, so you just stood there and tried to ignore the heat flooding to your face. Seungmin was staring at you, eyes roaming up and down your body, and you again felt so, so stupid. You fidgeted with the edge of the shirt, pulling it down. “H-hi.”

“Hi, baby.” Seungmin’s lips slowly turned into a sideways grin. He looked endeared, and you couldn’t help but feel even more embarrassed. “What are you doing?”

He slowly slipped into the room and closed the door behind him, and you kind of wished you could melt through the ground. “I…”

His hands slipped up your arms to cup your elbows and pull you a couple steps closer to him. Your breath held as your eyes met his, sparkling. He giggled. “Baby, what are you wearing?”

Something about his hands holding you made it a lot easier to relax, but you still winced, eyes shutting. “Ugh. I had this stupid idea…”

“Trust me, whatever this is, it is not stupid.” Seungmin grinned, and you whined.

“I just wanted to look… sexy, but it looks wrong.” You mumbled out, feeling your face again flush dramatically. “I just thought this would make it easier to try…”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, looking a bit amused, and you wanted to hit him for that. Geez, just because he was experienced…

“Try what?” He teased, and you really did hit him this time, half-playfully punching his shoulder.

“Sex, doofus.” You grumbled, hiding your face with your hands.. “I… just thought if I felt pretty… but I’m not, so…”

“Hey, wait a minute-”

One of his hands reached to cup your chin, and tilt your face to look up at him. His smile was gone, brows knit with concern.

“You are pretty.”

You laughed, unbelievingly. “Yeah. Tell that to the mirror.”

You glanced at your reflection, the t-shirt you’d thrown on haphazardly, your bare legs and the peek of your ass. You just felt… so unflattering in all of it.

Seungmin was silent for a moment, and you were beginning to feel cold and exposed. The mantra repeated in your head: stupid, stupid, stupid-

“Can I take this off, baby?”

Seungmin’s fingers were cold as they slid under the hem of your shirt to gently tug on the material. His whole body leaned into you, like you were a magnet and he was steel, and his breath was warm on your cheek as he pressed a small kiss to your eyelid. Butterflies rose in your throat at the small touch, and shot right down to your stomach when his other hand slipped to grip the shirt.

“Please? If you’re okay with it?”

Slowly, you nodded, letting Seungmin lift your arms above your head to pull off the shirt. You were left in the black lace set, and instantly you felt your eyes move to the mirror.

Seungmin immediately cupped your chin, keeping your eyes on him. His gaze was so gentle as he softly smiled. “Come here…”

He drew you back and gently sat you on the bed so your back was against the pillows. He knelt beside you, slipping off his shirt. He was lean and toned, not necessarily muscular but fit and defined.

“Now we’re even.” He smiled shyly, and you couldn’t help but smile back at his sweetness. He reached for you, one hand slipping behind your back and the other cradling your jaw as he kissed you. You sighed, eyes flickering shut as you let yourself lose sense of time and space in the kiss, in the gentle press of his mouth, the firmness of his jaw as your thumb crept up to brush over his cheek.

Soon, his lips left yours- only to find their way slowly down your neck. You gasped, shivering at his touch against your sensitive spots, surprised by the way it made your insides squirm and tingle. He hummed, pleased, and kissed down farther.

Your eyes popped open when his lips met the hill of your right breast, hovering by the lace. He paused there, glancing up at you, gauging your reaction.

“I want to…” He was drawn down, almost against his will, to place a slow kiss on your breast. You inhaled, feeling your legs tense together, but Seungmin slipped a hand between your thighs to keep them apart.

His eyes found yours again, breaths hot over your skin. “I want to make you feel how much I love you. How beautiful I think you are. How fucking gorgeous you look with this on…” He whispered, one finger playing with the strap of your lace bra. “And how much it drives me crazy.”

He was smiling again, and your whole body felt on fire. God, did you want him to do all those things. You wanted to feel him, know what it was like to be touched and teased. Especially because it was Seungmin, someone you trusted, and someone you knew wanted it just as bad.

“I want you.” You whispered, feeling your face heat at the words.

Seungmin noticed your shyness, and his smile turned mischievous. He leaned forward to inch the bra strap off your shoulder, kissing his way over your skin all the while. “Want me to… what?”

Oh, the cheeky bastard. He knew exactly what you meant, he just wanted to hear you say it. You opened your mouth to respond, cheeks burning. “I want…”

Seungmin had paused to watch you expectantly, a glint in his eyes. You looked away, whining. “Just touch me, please- god-”

“Where?” He teased, slipping his fingers behind your back to unclip your bra, and you shivered at his feather light touches. Fuck.

He released the clip, and you felt your heart jolt in anticipation. Already, you could feel your body growing excited for him to touch you everywhere. Actually saying it was another thing, though, and Seungmin knew that. He was grinning, waiting, hand just barely cupping your clothed right breast, thumb resting over the fabric right where your nipple was-

“There. There, please-” You tried, but he only chuckled, brushing over the fabric, barely doing anything. It was hardly any friction, and it was driving you insane. You weren’t bold enough for words. You weren’t bold enough for any of this- and maybe that was Seungmin’s intention. To see if he could push you enough to do it anyway.

You reached one hand to slip the second strap off your shoulder, all while Seungmin watched intently. Taking a breath for confidence, you pulled the bra away in one swift motion, letting it fly off somewhere out of reach. You didn’t watch to see where it went, ignoring your flaming cheeks and whispering, “Fuck, Seungmin. Where do you think I want you to touch?”

Seungmin grinned, and immediately ducked down to take your right nipple in his mouth, softly mouthing the sensitive bud and making you whine and squirm, eyes squeezing shut. Every sensation went right to your core, making your legs tense together- although Seungmin made sure to keep your thighs apart with one hand.

“Easy, baby.” He murmured, breath hot, mouth hot, tongue fucking hot as he slowly sucked. At the same time, his hand slipped lower, fingers running over the edges of your lace panties. Without meaning to, you lifted your hips to his touch, which made Seungmin groan in the back of his throat. “Fuck…”

He lifted his head, leaning forward to press his lips firmly against yours, and your arms wound around his neck, fingers threading through his soft brown locks. You gently tugged and were rewarded with the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard; a low moan absolutely dripping with pleasure and lust. Your head was spinning, lost in his kiss and touch and another gentle groan when you pulled at his hair again, massaging his scalp with your fingertips.

His fingers were inching farther down, and he briefly broke apart to breathe and whisper, “Are you okay? We don’t have to do anything unless-”

“I trust you.” You responded, and you didn’t hesitate to say it. You weren’t a confident person, you never had been- but in this moment, it didn’t matter. Seungmin’s hand cupping your jaw to draw you to him for another kiss, and his fingers slipping to pull down your panties, made you feel desired. You’d never wanted this more.

Your panties were quickly discarded, and Seungmin slid out of his pants, and your eyes instantly snapped to the bulge in his boxers. You swallowed, feeling a bit intimidated.

Seungmin glanced up at your face. “It’s okay, we can take things as slow as you’d like. Just tell me what you’re comfortable with.”

You slowly nodded, and Seungmin hovered over you again, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder, one hand reaching to find yours. He intertwined your fingers, kissing your knuckles before propping your arm above your head. He used his other hand to gently massage your thighs apart, edging closer to your tingling core.

“Just relax, baby, I’ve got you…”

You shivered, doing your best to release tension from your body as Seungmin pressed two fingers against your slit. He chuckled. “My baby, you’re so wet for me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassed by how absolutely horny you were. “Sorry.”

“Sorry? Babe, it’s fucking hot.” Seungmin promised, sliding one finger up and down your slit, making you gasp. The friction felt unbelievably good.

“Feels nice?” Seungmin asked, and you nodded quickly.

“R-really good, oh my god.”

“You feel good too, baby.” Seungmin whispered, forefinger dragging through your folds before circling your hole. You tensed, the feeling foreign, and Seungmin sensed it. “Relax, love. It’s okay.”

Somehow you let your body sink into the mattress, and Seungmin slowly eased a finger inside of you. You instantly sucked in a breath, your free hand gripping the sheets beside you, the other clinging to Seungmin’s.

“That’s it… good girl,” he murmured, squeezing your hand in return as he slipped his finger in deeper. You shivered, eyes squeezing shut as your body tried to get used to the unfamiliar feeling. Not to say that it felt at all bad; the more you adjusted to it, the better it felt. The friction to your walls, the ridges of his finger, every small touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You had to bite your lip to keep quiet when he pulled back before slipping back in; you clenched around him, chest heaving.

Seungmin leaned forward to kiss you again, lips moulding against yours slowly as he set a languid pace, palm beginning to brush up against your pussy. You were starting to struggle with keeping quiet, small bursts of sounds forming in the back of your throat. Seungmin dropped your lips briefly to whisper, “Let me hear you. I want to hear you, bet you sound so pretty…”

And when his thumb started rubbing your clit, you couldn’t hold it anymore. Whines and moans quietly tumbled from your lips as Seungmin kissed you deeper, chest meeting your own, gently pushing you into the mattress. His openmouthed kisses tasted like heaven, and you weaved a hand into his hair to pull him closer, groaning at the feel of his hot breath on your skin.

“I knew you’d have the prettiest moans.” Seungmin whispered, smiling against your lips like he wasn’t saying that while his finger was knuckle deep inside of you. “You’re perfect, baby… you’re doing so well for me…”

He slid in another finger with the next thrust, making you gasp and clutch at his hair. The sensation elicited the sweetest groan from Seungmin, who seemed caught off guard.

“You l-like that?” He asked after a second, seeming to catch his breath.

You nodded, legs tensing at the extra stretch. But that hadn’t been the only thing you’d liked; you’d also loved when Seungmin made that sound. While he’d been teasing you this whole time, it was hard not to let your eyes wander to the boner outlined by his sweats-

Experimentally, you fisted his hair again, tugging at the strands with the next thrust. Instantly Seungmin hissed, eyes closing, head pulling back from your face. “Shit, baby…”

You blurted out, “Can- can I touch you?”

Seungmin paused, eyes jolting up to meet yours, clearly surprised. He seemed to process your question while you tried your hardest not to look as flustered as you felt. But you were curious- if he could make you feel this good, could you do the same for him?

“If you want to.” Seungmin said slowly, sitting back for a second. His fingers were still, except for his thumb lightly dragging up and down your slit.

You nodded, too shy to ask again, and Seungmin’s face broke into a grin. “You’re adorable.” He whispered, using his free hand to undo the drawstring and slip out of his sweats.

You sat up, legs stretching out on either side of Seungmin as he pulled out his cock, tip shining with a bit of precum. You couldn’t help but stare, fascinated and at the same time surprised by his size. The outline in his pants had been telling, but still…

Almost on its own will, your hand reached forward and you lightly brushed two fingers along the shaft. Seungmin squeezed his eyes shut, body tensing, lips pressed together to keep from making any sound. But he couldn’t help but slip a small, shaky, “Shit…” when your thumb touched his tip.

You repeated the motion, rewarded with a soft groan from Seungmin, who lifted his hips to meet your touch. His dick pulsed, and your core clenched at the sight, at the idea of him deep inside you, filling every inch of you…

Seungmin’s eyes met yours, and understanding flashed in his eyes. He slowly licked his bottom lip, and whispered, “Tell me what you want, baby.”

His fingers were back at work, moving slowly back and forth. You clenched, and barely managed. “I want you in me… o-oh-”

His fingers curled perfectly, making your eyes roll back. Then Seungmin slipped them out, admiring the wetness coating them. He fisted his cock while the other hand whipped out a condom from the side table. He rolled the condom up his length before crawling back over you. His knees held your legs apart, and you gasped when you felt the tip of his cock prod your entrance. He balanced over you with one elbow beside your head, the other above, hand gently grabbing onto yours.

“Two squeezes if something’s wrong or you want me to stop, okay?” He whispered and you nodded, panting, heat swimming through your body. Seungmin kissed you gently, hovering over your lips for a second longer before carefully slipping inside of you.

Your breath escaped you in a moan, the stretch equal parts painful and pleasuring. Seungmin took his time, keeping a careful eye on your expression as he pushed. You whimpered at his size, and he paused halfway, squeezing your hand. “Okay?”

You nodded, breathless. “Just… a lot.”

He nodded, gently leaning down to kiss you, hovering just above you when he pulled back. “Tell me when.”

You nodded back, letting your body get used to him and his massive size, allowing yourself to relax. You could feel Seungmin pulsing inside you, could see the film over his eyes that proved how insane he felt just from being inside. And as weird as it was for you, not used to the feeling- it was amazing.

You squeezed his hand once, and whispered. “Okay.”

Seungmin met your eyes, breath holding for a second as he looked at you. Then his forehead dipped to meet yours as he slowly pushed, pressing in deeper, and you saw stars as his dick filled every inch of you, static fizzing in your mind.

“Oh f-fuck…” you heard Seungmin groan, breath on your face. “You’re so damn t-tight, oh my god…”

You couldn’t respond, chest heaving, core tingling at the very new and wonderful sensation of Seungmin’s cock buried inside of you, twitching and rubbing over your sensitive walls, You shivered when he shifted slightly, and a small whimper shot from your lips. Instantly Seungmin’s eyes had locked on yours, concern flashing in them. But when he realized you were okay- more than okay- his mouth broke into a small smile.

“How do you feel?” He whispered, kissing along the side of your face and down to your neck. You quickly clung to his brown locks as he pushed his hips against yours, and your core fluttered around him, thighs tensing around his waist.

“G-good, oh-” you broke of in a moan, as he rocked over you again, lips firmly attaching to the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“You’re so fucking good, love.” He breathed against your skin, slipping out slightly and pushing slowly back in. Your toes curled at the depths he reached, at the fullness he gave you, at the stinging hickey he was leaving at the base of your throat. “Doing so, so well. Taking this dick like it was made for you. God, I think it was.”

Your breathing hitched with another firm thrust, and you both moaned in unison. Slowly, Seungmin picked up the pace, hips forming a fluid in-and-out motion that had you seeing stars. He whispered soft praises against your skin while you shuddered, knot building in your gut, uncontrollable moans and whimpers falling past your lips. To Seungmin, it was like music.

Your hands roamed the expanse of his shoulders, and he clutched at your hand with his while the other grabbed your waist, rubbing circles over your stomach. He let his thumb slip down to your clit to rub the sensitive nerves and your back arched off the bed, body roaring with heat.

“Seungmin, there- there-” you moaned, hand flying to the sheets to grip onto, while the other held tightly to his hand. Seungmin’s grip tightened in response, and you could see his body shaking, sweat glistening over his honey skin. His movements were coming sloppier, more sporadic.

Your walls clenched, and you nearly screamed to words, “Shit, Seungmin, I-”

“I know, god,” he moaned. “Close, huh?”

You nodded, eyes squeezing shut, tension burning in your gut. Seungmin gave you several more quick snaps of his hips before you were breaking, white blazing behind your eyelids as you released, pleasure drowning you with a heavy moan from Seungmin’s throat.

“That’s my girl, come on- ah, fuck-”

His hips stuttered as he released too, shooting his cum into the condom, shuddering as his high washed over him. After a second of heavy breathing, he slipped out and you opened your eyes, breathless.

He immediately leaned forward, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a soft, slow kiss. You felt exhausted, but deliriously happy, when he pulled back to look at you with a loving smile on his face.

“You okay? How do you feel?”

“Really good.” You promised in a whisper, taking one of his hands gently in his. “Thank you, that was… wow.”

“Thank you for trusting me.” Seungmin said quietly, again softly kissing your lips. “You look beautiful. I always think so. And you make me so happy, every part of you. Not just your body,” and he smiled shyly, “but I hope I was able to show you with mine that I love you so much.”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak after that, deciding instead to pull him close and hold him tight, kissing gently across his shoulder. “I love you, too.” You eventually whispered, and Seungmin’s grip tightened.

“How about I run you a bath, hmm?” He leaned back to kiss your forehead.

You nodded, letting him help you back on your feet, legs already sore from the workout. On the way, Seungmin paused, and you looked at him questioningly.

“What?”

“Just thinking,” Seungmin grinned. “you should wear sets like that more often-”

You punched his shoulder lightly, blush rising on your face. Seungmin merely laughed and lead you with him into the bathroom, still a lot of loving left to do.

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horanghaeluvsinniehae · 9 days

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BEST FRIEND!STRAY KIDS REACTION TO READER DYING OVER FAN MEETING PICTURES||hyung line/\maknae line||

Pairing: skz!hyung line x gn!reader

Disclaimer:Swearing. I tried not to sexualise them I'm sorry if it comes off like that that really wasn't my intention and i hope it didnt turn out like that!!

Author's note at the end(please read it)! Enjoy!

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atinyniki · 11 days

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dear (ex)lover.

group: stray kids !

pairing: idol!kim seungmin x f!reader

genre: pure angst, letter

warnings + additional info: seungmin is referred to as seungmin and min, seungmin was (and still is) a dick, seungmin is a player, seungmin led reader on, reader reminisces the past, reader blames seungmin for the downfall of their relationship (rightfully so), reader has past trauma from relationships, mentions of waiting till marriage, reader has body image issues, reader has been depressed, reader has trust issues, reader misses seungmin, just a really really sad angsty letter, intended lowercase, written in letter format.

authors note: okay. im so sorry for this... this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 1033

dear lover,

why don’t we talk anymore? i remember, you told me i was your best friend once. i remember, i was your best friend before i was your lover. i understand, your love for me is gone now, but weren’t we supposed to be friends? didn’t you tell me we could go back to the way it was? so why don’t you talk to me? why do you avoid my eyes when you see me? why do you ignore my texts?

why do you only speak to me when it’s convenient for you?

i remember when i first opened up to you, my love. i told you i didn’t fit in with the group. i didn't think you needed me, and i didn’t think the others did either. you told me you didn’t know you needed me until i was in your life. do you still need me? why did you love me like that if you were just going to ghost me in the end? we talked about so much. you bought me my wedding ring. i wore my heart on my sleeve for you. you gave me a promise ring. why did you break your promise? why did you write so many love letters to me, knowing that you were leaving in the end?

what did i do to be treated like this? i should have been better to you, right? it’s my fault, right? i had to have done something… right? what did i do? i can do better, i can. i can be a better friend, i promise. you were my first real friend. you held me when things were hard. i need you to hold me once more. you always did my hair all nice to distract me. i miss when you’d braid it. you even played with my stuffed animals with me. you were the first person who accepted me for me.

why don’t you like me anymore? why am i always the one to approach you? did you only speak to me because i spoke to you first? was this all one-sided and you only spoke to me because i annoyed you till you replied? i didn’t know. i didn’t know that i was being annoying. i didn’t realize it. i thought you wanted me too. i’ve been having nightmares again. you told me you’d be there. it’s funny, isn’t it? you promised you’d always be there, but now you’re the cause of them. you broke my trust. you fucked up, and i forgave you. again and again, i forgave you. i took you back for every mistake you made.

why did you take my heart for granted? why did you break me like this? am i unlovable? did you grow tired of me? could you not stand me anymore like the others? the boys told me what you said about me. what you said about my body. i know i don’t look the same anymore, but can’t you still love me? am i really all that different now? or maybe you just don’t want someone who rots in bed all day. yeah, they told me that part too. maybe you couldn’t deal with my past trauma. i’ve lost people in the past like i lost you before. you told me you wouldn’t leave me. not the way they did, at least. but you did. you left, and you ruined me in the process.

maybe i am unlovable. maybe this was meant to happen. was it for the better? did you mean it when you said you loved me those last nights we spent together? did you find it fun? breaking my heart? was it nice to watch me fall apart that night on my bedroom floor? was it fun to use my own pain against me? was it fun telling me it was my fault? did it take some of your guilt away?

i’m mad at you, still.

but a part of me still loves you. a part of me still wants to forgive you, and i don’t know why. i shouldn’t, i know. you don’t deserve my forgiveness. you don’t deserve anything i have to offer. but i still want to forgive you. i still want to love you like i used to. i still want to tell you that im here for you, and i still want to hold you while we fall asleep. i still want to brush away your tears, and i still want to do your skincare for you. but you’re fading away from my life. i don’t know the person i fell in love with anymore, because they aren’t you. i miss his sweet voice, and i miss his melting touch. i miss the sound of his heartbeat, and i miss his heart. but it’s always going to be you, isn’t it? it’s always been you. you’re the person i love most, but the feelings are fading away too. i want to keep them with me. i want to hold it all so tight that your love can’t escape anymore, but you’re gone. you’re gone, and you took my heart with you.

i’m sorry. was i not good enough for you? i wish i could have been the one for you. i don’t know if i’m allowed to say it, but i miss you, min. i miss our late night laughter, i miss our runs to the coffee shop. i miss the bond we had. where did it go? why am i the only one putting effort into this stupid friendship anymore? why do i always text first? why am i begging for you to love me again?

it’s stupid.

this is stupid.

you’re stupid.

i hate you.

i hate you for using me.

i hate you so much for ruining us.

i hate you for ruining what we had.

i hate you for ruining every memory with you.

i hate you for ruining me for anybody else.

you ruined me.

they’ll never be you.

no one will ever be you.

i hate you, kim seungmin.

i hate you.

i miss you.

i miss you, and i hate it.

i hate it.

i hate you.

i love you, your ex lover.

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lemobadeskie · 16 days

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underaverageheight · 5 months

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Seungmin who...

seungminxfem!reader genre: fluffy fluff warning(s): none except kim seungmin. i am devastated by this man.

note: idk i started thinking about all the cute seungmin fics i've seen and some of dad!member and i haven't seen minnie sooo this has been prompted :) also i love pochacco and i had no idea pochamii existed lmao

word count: 0.4k (unedited because i couldn't wait to write this)

Seungmin who rarely shows affection in a “traditional” way.

"Here. You like this stuff, right?" He roughly thrusts a bag into your hand. Opening the bag, you were shocked at the sight, there were so many adorable keychains and tiny stuffies. All Pochacco, your new obsession after seeing that Pochacco hat on your boyfriend. Your favorite out of the bunch was a Pochacco keychain and it's matching pair, Pochamii. "Wonder how that got there..." The blush on his ears told you everything.

Seungmin who learns how to show his affection with you.

Seungmin who musters the courage to propose to you on the beach.

Seungmin who treats you like everything he’s ever wanted, and more.

Seungmin who asks, “Can I start a family with you?” after seeing the kids playing at the park.

"Baby fever hitting you pretty hard Seung," "Shut up," he grinned, squeezing your hand softly.

Seungmin who is so so gentle and loving but also gives you so much to make sure it takes.

Seungmin who picks you up and swings you around with a grin after seeing the positive tests.

"I'm so happy! I can't wait! You're going to be an amazing mom," He hugged you from behind, kissing your neck before snuggling his face in the crook of your neck, not wanting to let go.

Seungmin who is obsessed with peppering kisses over your baby bump.

"You look beautiful." "I look like this everyday." "You get prettier by the day," He grins, rubbing your stomach gently.

Seungmin who goes to Minho for help on how to make your insane cravings a reality.

"You know what looks like it'd taste good? Laundry detergent." "I love you but what the fuck. No. absolutely not. This is why they put a child lock on them." "I'm not a child." A raised eyebrow from your husband makes you laugh. "Okay okay how about chips with syrup and onion rings with peanut butter and chocolate?" "Oh god."

Seungmin who falls in love with you a thousand times over when you excitedly takes his hand to feel the baby kick.

"Feel! Hurry!" You yanked his hand from the bag of chips and placed it on your belly. His offended look was replaced by one of surprise and love.

Seungmin who refuses to let you do anything, coming to you after household chores because we love malewife minnie, to lie down next to you and whisper things to your belly.

Seungmin who lets you squeeze the life out of his arms and hands while in labor.

Seungmin who cries at the sight of your angel and you.

“You did a wonderful job, my love.”

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sungieimagines · 1 year

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seungmin: damn, the power went out.

jeongin: don’t worry, i got this.

jeongin: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up*

seungmin: what—

jeongin: i swallowed a glow stick!

seungmin, on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU—

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icesrgi · 1 year

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︴ ﹒ ☆ ﹒ 🐕 ◦

︴ ﹒ ☆ ﹒ 🎻 ◦

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starlostseungmin · 1 year

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do you think seungmin would be the big spoon or the little spoon?

— cuddles with seungmin.

hey guys! i'm back (not really) with a short drabble for seungmin (again, yes, i love him and thank you for this anon who sent this!) i'll be lurking here for a while and i also have another upcoming seungmin fic! you probably know what it is about since i have reblogged a masterlist of a collab. i'm currently working on it despite my hiatus so stay tuned! i hope you're having a great day. enjoy reading! (don't forget to reblog and leave comments) thank you everyone! ♡

to be honest, i could see him as both because sometimes he wants to be babied and cuddled to sleep but on the other hand, he’d be all generous and clingy that he tends to spoon you out of nowhere. but to imagine it in detail, here’s a headcanon for that.

big spoon.

seungmin is not clingy, but to think of it, he wants cuddles when he’s in the mood.

he would wrap his arms around you when your back is facing him and bury his face in the crook of your neck, leaving kisses. it always happens when you two are in the comfort of your bed after an exhausting day.

if he sees you cooking in the kitchen when he comes home from practice, expect a pair of strong arms around your waist, kissing you on the cheek. it is a way of saying “i’m home.”

it could be like sitting on the couch as you watch a movie with his arms around you while rubbing circles on your stomach. you’d be sitting between his legs with your back leaning on his chest.

or when you’re upset over something, he’d come up for a back hug and ask what was wrong while kissing your shoulder, squeezing your arms for comfort. maybe it would happen when he decides to surprise you at work, laughing at your priceless reaction.

he’d sing you a lullaby or one of his songs while caressing your hair as his other arm wrapped around you when you can’t fall asleep.

seungmin is not fond of skinship but when he does, it is the most comforting thing in the world.

small spoon

being the puppy he is, you couldn’t deny he’s adorable and he will ask for cuddles because, of course, he deserves it.

he would sneak between your arms when he finds you reading on your bed. your agenda is suddenly interrupted by a golden retriever but you don’t mind. instead, you are always willing to cuddle him.

seungmin would lay his head on your chest as he listens to the calm heartbeat which helps him fall asleep. or when he lays on your lap and reached out for your hand to play with his hair.

he doesn’t need to say anything when all the cuddles came from you.

and just like him, you’d walk over to the kitchen when he’s cooking just to wrap your arms around his waist, feeling the broadness of his back and shoulders. you love his body frame. it is like he is perfectly made to be the one you love to cling onto.

“it’s good,” he’d mumble when he gets comfortable being inside your arms while you run your fingers through his brown sugar hair.

and he never forgets to say “i love you” whenever he is thankful.

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hyunniesgirl · 6 months

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hello it's my first time requesting can i request hard dom seungmin with exhibition kink. like doing it secretly when they are having a movie night with their friends -🌻

Hello 🌻anon!! Thank you for your request. I hope you like it!!

Word count: 1,466

Warnings under the cut.

Warnings: unprotected piv, hair pulling, reader is called names(whore, dumb), I think that's it let me know if I forgot something.

Since the first time you met them, you got along pretty well with all your boyfriend's friends. It did help that they are all really sweet and have so much in common with you, so you just enjoy talking and spending time with them.

Seungmin and the others barely have time to rest or take care of themselves, so you came up with a plan, a rule, actually. Every Friday it's mandatory for everyone to come home on time and you don't want to hear excuses, you want them all at home to have dinner together and watch a movie. They need some quality time and you're there to help them with it.

You just didn't expect your boyfriend to be so fucking shameless, caressing you inappropriately while his friends are seated around you on the floor. The movie is pg13 but his touches are most surely not.

Fucking hell, you want to tell him off but you're too afraid to attract any attention to you two, his fingers are brushing the inside of your thighs, dangerously close to your pulsating core and you can't believe you actually want him to do it, is something wrong with you? Of course not, it's normal to have a reaction like that, he's been caressing you for more than ten minutes, you just want to end this agony.

You're covered with a blanket but you're still afraid that the boys will look at your flushed face and your heavy breathing and instantly know what's going on. So you just get up suddenly, startling Felix and Jeongin who are seated close to your legs.

"Woah, I'm so sleepy", you say, yawning and chuckling awkwardly, watching the boys glance at you, not really interested in what you're saying.

You walk out of the living room, looking behind to make sure no one is watching. You close the door after you enter the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror, if it wasn't dark in there they would absolutely know something was up, if your breathing and flushed face didn't give you away, the fact that you're sweating like crazy in this cold ass apartment would.

You wash your face, tossing water on your neck to try and cool yourself down. How does Seungmin do this to you with just a touch?

You take a couple deep breaths before opening the door and walking out of the bathroom, confident that you won't let him mess with you again.

That would be a good plan, if you didn't feel a hold on your wrist, pulling you back and throwing you against the wall. Before you can process what's happening, Seungmin is caging you.

"I didn't say you could get up", he tells you.

"I was feeling sleepy", you lie, avoiding his gaze.

He scoffs, pressing his body against yours. You can't look at him, eyes wandering on the movie going by in the living room, too afraid you're actually going to give in if you see the way he watches you.

Seungmin has this kind of power, you never really understood how, but a simple glance from him can make you melt and you will do anything he wants after that.

"Why aren't you looking at me?" He asks, a teasing smile on his lips, he knows exactly why you are not looking at him.

He chuckles, sliding his hand to hold your face, squeezing it so hard it almost hurts, forcing you to face him.

"You know, I don't like it when you act like this", he tsks, sighing, "You make me be mean, and I don't like it when I have to be mean to you"

You scoff, a teasing smile on your lips.

"Except you do like it"

Before you can even think, Seungmin is sliding his hand from your face to your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling it so hard it actually brings tears to your eyes.

"You should shut up if you know what's good for you", he says, gritting his teeth.

You can feel your underwear uncomfortably soaked, it's kind of embarrassing how turned on you get when he's mean to you. Seungmin trails his other hand down, sliding it to the hem of your dress and running his fingers lightly along your thighs.

You hold his arm to stop him, trying to look to the living room to see if anyone is looking at you two.

"Stop it, what if someone sees us?", you whisper.

And he scoffs, forcing his arm out of your grip and pressing his fingers against your panties, chuckling when he feels how wet you are.

"Oh, what if someone sees us?", he mimics your voice, "if they see us, they are going to know how much of a pervert you are, getting this wet even though you know you can get caught"

He slides your panties to the side, sliding two fingers inside you, making you moan automatically. You gasp, covering your mouth and checking if the others didn't turn around to see what's going on.

"It doesn't look like you're scared", Seungmin says, rubbing your clit while moving his fingers in and out of you, "I think you like it, the danger of someone catching us"

You shake your head frantically not taking your hand off of your mouth, afraid you will make another dirty sound if you speak.

"I think I should test your resolve, see if you really don't want them to see you being the dirty whore I know you are" You start panicking, what the hell is he gonna do?

Seungmin takes his fingers out of you, leaving you with the feeling of emptiness. You should be happy about it, so why do you feel so frustrated?

He puts his hands on your hips, turning you around in a single movement. Then you hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled, he's not going to do it, right? He's not going to fuck you in the middle of the corridor with his friends right ahead, watching a movie, right? Right?

"What the fuck are you doing?" You ask, when you feel him sliding your underwear to the side and the tip of his hard cock teasing your entrance.

"Are you dumb? I already told you, I'm going to test if you really don't want to get caught, so shut the fuck up and take it", he doesn't even finish talking before thrusting into you.

"Fuc-", you cover your mouth with a hand, digging your nails into his arm that's holding your hip firmly.

He takes his other hand and grabs your hair again, pulling it by the roots, making you dig your nails even harder, feeling the skin break underneath them.

"You think you're so smart", he gets closer to your ear and you can feel his thrusts even deeper, "you should learn how to listen, if I tell you to shut up, you do it. If I tell you to look at me, you do it. If I want to fuck you with my fingers in front of everyone, you should take it"

His cock is sliding so well in and out of you, you can feel the bliss of your high already growing. You really should let him do anything he wants to you, because anything he does makes you feel so good. You groan, feeling your orgasm coming, your legs are weak, if Seungmin wasn't holding your hips, you sure would fall. You bite your hand so you won't moan loudly when you finally reach your release and you know he can't take much more of your tight squeezes on his cock.

"I'll make sure to leave you full of my cum, alright?" He tells you and you can't do much other than nod, feeling his thrusts faltering and soon enough you hear his groan, followed by the warm liquid spilling inside you.

Seungmin pulls out of you, turning you around and kissing your forehead before fixing his pants. Now you're truly sleepy and he can see that, so he tells you to go to his room and lay down, soon he'll be there and you do just that, falling asleep the moment your head hits the pillow.

Seungmin sits on the couch, he already watched this movie so he knows it's close to the end.

"If you're going to pull this shit right behind us you should as well invite us to join", Minho says, not taking his eyes off the screen, making Seungmin snap his head to look at him, he really thought they didn't hear them, but knowing they did actually turned him on.

"I mean, sharing is caring, right?" Jisung jokes and the others laugh, but they can't help but wish Seungmin actually shared you with them.

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seungmoonandstars · 1 month

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𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹

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Kim Seungmin/noona reader

wc: 6.8k

rating: fluff/explicit/18+ ಇ (idiots to lovers)

contains: light angst, weight mention, medication mention, virgin!Minnie, unprotected sex

songs to listen to while reading: violents - awake and pretty much sober / orion sun - water

part one / part two // masterlist ☽

Every story I write is a work of love, and I enjoy spending my free time doing it, regardless of the attention is receives, but your reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! If you enjoy anything I write, please reblog! ❣️

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There should be tension, but there isn’t. It’s dark—every light is off, and the curtains are closed to the city outside. All either of you can see is what your eyes allow in the pitch black.

Seungmin keeps to his side, respecting the empty space between you.

He’s tight under the covers, but his eyes are wide open and taking in as much as possible. You, however, are beginning to doze off. You’re exhausted, and he’s smiling as your eyes get heavier—they close longer each time you force yourself awake to look at him.

“Sleep”

It may be the start of a dream, but you think you hear him speak to you.

“Sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning”

The curtains are pulled back when your eyes open again, and it’s so bright in the room, you have no choice but to pull the blanket over your head. Seungmin isn’t where you can see him. The spot where he should have been is neat and doesn’t look slept in. Your heart sinks. Did your head bring him back after he left? You fell asleep thinking he was with you, speaking softly as you drifted off to sleep.

“Good morning”

You turn, and there he is, leaning against the doorway. He changed his clothes, probably into whatever he kept in his overnight bag, but his hair is evidence of how hard he slept.

“You’re here”

“I’m here. I made some coffee, if you’re ready to get up. But sleep more if you need to.”

“No, I’m good. I’ll be out in a few minutes.

Seungmin did stay. Or, you didn’t kick him out, at least. Last night is hazy, and drinking was a stupid mistake, so the only thing you can remember is that you acted like a fool. And only he knows just how much of a fool. You feel okay, though. You’re not as hungover as you should be, but you do feel the ghost of a headache pushing at the back of your eyes.

When you finally come out, he watches you from the same spot he sat in last night, on the far side of the coffee table. There’s a mug already poured for you, right next to his.

“Are you hungry? Some haejangguk might be good for both of us.”

Calm and sweet and soft as always. You know his other side, the brat…the comedian—the one who always has a sarcastic comment to give out. You love both of them. But you know there’s so much more.

He seems to realize you drank well beyond your limit, he just hasn’t said it yet.

You look at him over the rim of your mug as you sip. He’s staring hard at his coffee.

“We drank too much last night, I think”

“I drank too much, not you…you don’t have to go easy on me. I acted like an idiot.”

“What happened? Did you mean what you said last night?”

“More than an idiot”

“No,” he shakes his head. “You were so upset, it was scary. Tell me you’re okay.”

“It’s so late, you must be busy today”

“I told the guys to call me in sick. I don’t have to be anywhere. Do you feel okay?” He cautiously inches his hand towards you, “do you feel like yourself?”

Sometimes you forget how much of yourself you’ve given to him over the months, and it seems like he knows you were out of it last night, literally…mentally. Not just drunk. But it’s been a while, and your tolerance has obviously diminished. Whatever adjustments you’ve had in your medication recently, it certainly doesn’t want any alcohol on top of it.

“Yeah, I think so. I can’t remember much of what happened. I thought I only dreamt that you stayed with me last night.”

“I was here,” his hand goes for your cheek, and runs his thumb across it. “And you slept soundly all morning.”

“Thank you for staying”

“Thank you for letting me”

“…but I understand if you don’t want to anymore”

Seungmin smiles and shakes his head, “how long have we known each other now?”

You do the math in your head as soon as you remember what day it is. “A year and…” when you look up at him again, he looks like he’s thinking along with you, “two months, three weeks...five days.”

“No hours?”

“Almost two hours, I think it was around noon when we met”

“You remember that?” His eyes light up when you nod at him, “well, in all that time, I have never not enjoyed your company, or wanted to cut our time short. I will stay for as long you’ll have me.”

“Seungmin, how long have you felt…like this? How I feel?”

“Let me think…” he sips his coffee, but his eyes don’t move from yours. And you can see the grin behind his mug. “Uhm, it was the day before Seotdal Geumeum, and you had just come back from a trip.”

The story already sounds familiar. You weren’t even sure he’d remember a certain day or conversation between the two of you, but knowing he kept this memory in his head—you suddenly need to get closer to him. Your eyes fall to the empty space on his crossed legs, and a memory from last night jumps up, but you shake it off and go back to his eyes.

“I saw you walking toward the cafeteria, and you stopped to say hi to me. I wasn’t sure you actually remembered who I was. Or if you knew my name. But you looked right at me, smiled and said, ‘good morning Seungmin, did you have breakfast already?’ And I thought for a moment that you were asking me to get breakfast, but…how silly, why would you want to get breakfast with me?”

The story is familiar. You remember this exact moment with him, and you laugh, but keep quiet until he finishes.

“I told you I did. You said ‘maybe next time’, and walked away. I watched you until you were gone. And every time I went down to eat, I hoped I would see you, so you could ask me again.”

“But you asked me”

Seungmin laughs and gets to his feet, “I’ll get us more coffee.”

“I was so upset that first time, when you told me you’d already eaten. It took so long to finally work up the courage to talk to you while you were alone. But I did that much, at least.”

More memories of him come to you as you watch him make your coffee; the first time you did eat with him, but not in the cafe at work. Seungmin asked if you’d go to the park and get hotteok with him because he was craving something sweet, and nobody else wanted to go. It was the first time he caught you alone, just as you were leaving. And of course you went—you cherished every moment of those two hours together because you weren’t sure if it would happen again.

Thinking back to that night makes you wonder how it took this long to get here.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone to look at me over Chan or Minho hyung…any of them, really. Especially wasn’t expecting it to be you.” Seungmin sits back down and looks at you, and he stares quietly for much longer than necessary. He blinks slowly, and you can tell something is going on behind his eyes. “I’m pretty sure I remember Chan hyung talking about you before that, before we started spending time together. I feel like he was interested in you, but never did anything. I’m sure he still is. Anyway…I think I was kind of in love from that moment on.”

The air catches in your throat, and your heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of your chest. When you look at him, he sips his coffee like he didn’t just say what he said, but the pink of his cheeks makes you think otherwise.

“You were?” Sounding casual is impossible. You barely get the words out in a whisper.

“What? Oh, I’m sorry. That was—“

“I don’t wanna disappoint you,” you stop and look toward the kitchen, toward the bedroom, then back at Seungmin. “Shit, I’m starting to remember last night.”

Bits and pieces pop up to the surface; the very moment your self conscious brain took over, when he lifted your shirt over your head, how concerned he was, how tight he held you. You remember him turning off the light to try to make you more comfortable, but nothing was going to fix what was already in motion.

“Too much? I can take that back, and save it for another time.”

And then he silently refused to leave. If you had ended up having your way, and if Seungmin had failed to see through you, you’d be having a very different morning.

“No, I’ll take it now.”

─ ⋅⋅ ─

A week goes by before you have a chance to see him again, but it feels like a month. As the days pass, and you lay in bed at night trying to sleep, the things you did and said to him that night slowly resurface. And you hate yourself for it. The intrusive thoughts and self-doubt aren’t new, but you can’t believe you unleashed it on him. Seungmin didn’t deserve that.

The worst part of all of it, is that he remembers even more than you. Seungmin remembers every word and look you gave him. But he still left that night and texted you to check up, and he kept texting you…

I’ll see you tonight! If that’s still the plan. It’s been a long week, so I’m looking forward to it. I don’t want you to feel bad if you aren’t up to it, though.

Just let me know. If so, maybe I can just call you. I hope you have a good day.

You don’t want to mess things up again, and you won’t. The two of you will have dinner, watch a movie, nothing crazy…and hopefully afterward, you can pick up where you left off before things went downhill. But if not, you’re just happy to have him here with you again.

─ ⋅⋅ ─

He arrives right on time. When you open the door to greet him, his hands are stuffed in his pockets, his backpack is slung over one shoulder. The smile on his face is a little reserved.

Last week, when he left, things weren’t tense or awkward, so you’re not worried about that. What you don’t know is that Seungmin has been busy dwelling on his own words—his accidental confession…telling you he’s been in love with you. Not just harboring a secret crush, a physical attraction, a desire for sex—actually in love with you. He feels stupid for saying it. He feels silly and vulnerable for feeling it.

“Get in here,” you grab one of the straps and pull him in enough to close the door, “it’s good to see your face again.”

“Is it? I haven’t slept much the last few nights. I feel so tired and puffy.” He rubs his hands down his face and groans.

“Why haven’t you slept?” As much as you want to yank him down and kiss him, you don’t. You need to be careful, because even without the alcohol messing things up, you’re nervous. You reach out for him, “I don’t mind if you fall asleep on the couch.”

He leans onto your hand as it cups his chin. “I want to make sure I didn’t make things weird last time.”

“You? Make things weird?”

“Yes, because I kinda…said…the “L” word”

“No Minnie, you didn’t say anything wrong. I’m more afraid of you not feeling that way.”

You don’t have to worry about kissing him—he goes for it first. His hands wrap softly around the sides of your neck as he works on your mouth, and he’s so good at it. Or maybe he’s not, and you just think he is. Maybe you’re both a little awkward. It doesn’t matter—his tongue sliding against yours, and his hands squeezing your neck is heaven.

Seungmin is desperately pulling you closer to his height. His arm grabs around your waist and lifts, and your stomach drops at the thought of him trying to pick you up and failing. You’re too heavy for this. He doesn’t try, though—just brings you closer to his mouth, touches all over your back. Then bites down hard on your lip.

You ouch and laugh into the kiss as he slowly lets go, and he brings some blood back with him.

“I…oh you’re bleeding,” he licks it from his lips and wipes at yours with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. “I’m such an idiot, I’m sorry. Does it hurt?”

“No, I’m okay! It’s no big deal, it’s just a little scratch.”

He watches it for a moment to see if it starts again, and it does. “Let’s go put something on it.”

You won’t tell him, but your bottom lip is throbbing. Seungmin already feels bad enough, and you watch his worried face as he wets a washcloth, rings it out, and puts it on you. And the cold feels so nice.

“See, it did hurt,” he peeks at it again to see if he got anymore blood. “That feels good, yeah?”

“It does”

“I didn’t know my teeth were so sharp,” he says it mostly to himself, “maybe it was my braces.”

His tongue slides across his top teeth to check. Then his bottom teeth. And then he does the same thing with his thumb and index finger.

“It’s okay, Minnie. It’s not gonna discourage me from kissing you.”

“Mm, but it might hurt if we do that right now,” he frowns and runs his thumb over the mark he made, across your lips, then leans forward to kiss your forehead.

“I can be patient”

Seungmin stays there for a while, lips pressed firmly against you. Your mouth still throbs a little, but you push it out of your mind and go straight for his neck. So, not very patient. You can only reach him when he’s bent down like this, so he lets you go after him until you bite down.

“Oh, you’re just getting back at me!”

“That wasn’t the plan, but I took the opportunity”

“Do it again,” he grabs you and lifts until you can nuzzle against his neck.

“Okay, just one more”

You kiss the same spot and suck, sink your teeth in a little, just until you hear him sigh. Seungmin likes getting bit, and maybe doesn’t mind you leaving marks. You move down a little near his collar bone, and suck again.

“That’s two,” he laughs and groans when you bite down.

“Stop me if you want”

The mm mm in your ear tickles and tingles down your spine, and you’re lifted again, but this time your feet leave the floor and you have no choice but to grab him around the neck, “Seungmin!”

“Yeah?” He holds you securely around your hips, and he’s smiling, very satisfied with himself. “What?” He smiles even wider, “you don’t like being held?”

“No, I just wasn’t sure you could lift me”

“I wasn’t worried,” he squeezes even tighter and licks his lips. “Besides, I’m stronger than I look.”

“I see that…” the pain in your lip still hasn’t quit, thanks to your biting, so you go for another soft kiss on his lips, “strong legs.”

“Strong core.” Seungmin returns the kiss, just as softly.

The thought of him and his core sends your stomach swirling, and it dips down slowly and makes your thighs shake. Seungmin feels you tighten around him, and his fingers dig into your back.

“Are you gonna take me somewhere?”

“Hm? Oh…yes, but this is also nice,” he takes a few steps out of the kitchen, toward the couch, gaze stuck on yours.

It’s a smooth walk, and you’re still a little surprised at how easy it seems to be for him—but you think too soon, because it feels like you’re going to fall, but you don’t, because Seungmin catches himself before you both end up the floor. He still holds tight and looks at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry, uh…”

“Coffee table”

“Yeah, forgot about the coffee table. You good?”

Just as you nod, he bends down and very carefully sets you on the couch. But he doesn’t sit with you, or climb over you like you want him to. Seungmin stands and looms, pushes his hair back and away from his eyes. He just looks at you for a moment, then his stare very obviously moves down your body, then back up.

“Be right back”

He turns and walks off before you can protest. Off toward the bathroom, you think, or you assume. Where else could he possibly be going? You lie there for a while and wonder if the room is too quiet, too awkward, considering what might be about to happen. Dinner is still in the oven staying warm, and as much as you want to get up and check on it, you don’t want him to come back out and see you some where he didn’t put you.

What you can do is reach for your phone on the coffee table, connect to your speakers, and get rid of the silence. You do, and you fight with yourself for far too long about what to put on, about what would even be appropriate for right now.

Then you look down at yourself—the outfit you threw on is a little short of date night, but you knew you were staying in, and you wanted to be comfortable. Seungmin always is…he came in his usual sweatpants and t-shirt tonight. You loosen the string on your shorts and tie it in a bow just as he comes back out.

“Are you comfy?” He bends down and kisses your forehead again, then looks around. “I like the mood music.”

“Yeah, you okay? You were gone for a while.”

“I’m okay,” his voice softens as he looks at your hand hanging from his pocket. “I’m good.”

Seungmin doesn’t stop you when you slide it closer and touch him. He’s still soft, but not completely—he’s growing, and he twitches against your fingertips. It feels like last time, though, and you don’t want to recreate that, even if you are okay tonight. But Seungmin whines when you pull your hand away.

“I can turn some lights down,” he whispers, “gimme a second.”

He starts with the lamp right above you, then heads toward one of the windows and clicks off another one as he pulls the blinds shut. Now the only light is what’s spilling in from the kitchen. It’s much better.

Seungmin stands over you again, mostly a silhouette, and the light lays softly on one side of him, “is that better?”

His voice is warm, and he looks warm—he is warm, you know that—and your need for him is pulsing through every vein and muscle and limb . It feels like your heart could explode, and keeping your breathing steady is much more work than it should be. You sit up a little and reach for him again, his waistband this time, and tuck your fingers into it. Your knuckles run across his sharp hip, you pull, and Seungmin pulls on his other side.

There’s no teasing this time. You pull down, he follows, and you take his cock in your hand once he’s free. Still not fully hard, but considering his size, you’re not surprised.

“Seungmin?” When you look up at his face, mostly hidden by the dark, you can see his lust drunk eyes getting heavy.

“Mm?”

He falls to one knee on the couch and puts all of his weight on it, and grabs for you. The feeling of your strokes has him a little dizzy, so when you use your mouth, it feels like he might collapse into you. He stays up, though. One hand grips the back of your neck, the other uses the couch for balance. Watching you is making him delirious.

You slow down, but your lips don’t leave him. They graze lightly over his length, and your tongue comes out to lap up the pre-cum. When you look up at him, you wonder if he realizes how out of it he looks. You’re surprised his legs haven’t given out on him. “Sit.”

He listens and pulls at his sweats on his way down. It’s a relief to be relaxing, melting into the couch as you swallow him again. Now his hands can touch you more, slide across your neck and back, move down until his fingers slip under your shorts and squeeze. Seungmin has been quiet, but he finally moans, and it sends you over the edge.

As soon as you stop, he whines again—just a barely audible no as his hips writhe beneath the loose grip of your hand.

“Minnie,” you start again, and your strokes are slow and careful, and just enough to keep him where he’s at. A change of position wakes him up a little. “Look at me.”

“I’m looking,” he smiles and grabs your hip. “I’m here.”

“You sure?”

He’s as here as he’s going to be. Soon, he’ll be even more lost, but Seungmin nods seriously as he watches you.

“Min…hey can I ask you something?”

He doesn’t answer. His eyes are too busy following the up and down of your hand on his cock. The sound, the way you squeeze so gently and move your thumb across his head.

“Minnie?” This time you stop completely, and it breaks the trance he’s in. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

A quick, dazed nod, then he patiently waits as you put his dick away and fix his sweatpants. Now he holds you tight. He’s not sure how well he’ll stand with his legs so unstable, and with this painfully hard erection sucking the blood from his limbs, but he’s going to try.

“Hold onto me,” he scoots up and plants his feet firmly on the floor, and then he’s up with nothing but a tiny grunt. Seungmin sighs as he gets his bearings, and starts to move.

“I could’ve walked,” but you like this…you like the smile on his face when he hitches you up and holds you securely against him. This view almost makes you forget all of the things you remembered from before—the thoughts, and doubts that still float into your mind when you have too much time to think. Looking at him makes them less powerful each time.

“Bedroooom,” he sings it, and it empties your head and gives you butterflies. “I won’t trip this time.”

The only thing on your mind is him.

“What were you gonna ask me?”

What were you going to ask? It’ll come back to you eventually, but for now, it’s not important.

“I’ll let you know when I remember.”

The trip to the far side of the bed is long. Seungmin takes his time, walking slowly, watching you but peeking over your shoulder to make sure he isn’t running into anything. He pulls you close before setting you down, kisses your shoulder and neck.

“You are a surprise…”

He tilts his head, “why am I a surprise?”

The head tilt, the soft biting on his bottom lip…there’s something so strangely confident about him as he stands over you. Now you remember what you wanted to ask him.

“You’re a little romantic”

Seungmin pulls his shirt off and shakes his hair flat again, “I am? Is that not what you expected?”

“No, I guess it isn’t.”

He’s on you before you can finish your thought, first just hovering, looking at you. He waits for you to touch him, because as soon as your hands slide up his sides, he comes down and kisses again. Ear, neck, all along your shoulder.

“Why not?”

Because you’ve only ever, until very recently, seen his unserious side. Sweet, yes…and always there when you need him. But never, even in your countless daydreams and musings, did you think him one to carry you to your bed, and kiss you so lovingly wherever he could find a spot. At least not so quickly. He’s still doing it right now. Seungmin’s lips are tracing a line down your arm, of all places, and he keeps going until he gets to your fingers.

“Maybe I don’t know you as well I think I do. We’re both bad with our feelings, right?”

“Mm, but not right now”

No, not right now. Seungmin seems to have no trouble showing you his feelings right at this moment. His mouth moves to your hip, and you can feel his fingers tug at the string on your shorts. Your heart pounds, and you’re afraid of him noticing how fucked up your breathing is. It’s taking a lot of effort to keep calm. You want this, you want him. You absolutely want him. So why can’t you let yourself have him?

“It’s alright,” he looks up at you from your hip and smiles. “Take a nice big breath.”

He can tell—he knows. Just like last time, only last time you told him you were nervous when you were actually terrified. Now it’s just nerves, and you can get yourself through it. You do what he says, and you take a deep breath. Exhale slowly.

“Maybe if you tell me. Why am I making you nervous? And don’t tell me I’m perfect.”

“I’m just…out of practice." It's kind of a lie, but you stick with it. You can't give him the same stupid answers again.

“Me too, maybe we’re a little even”

He moves slowly, lifting your shirt just enough to find more skin to kiss.

“You are? So you’re not…you have had sex?”

His eyes seem to grow twice as big as he looks at you, “no…no I guess I said that wrong. This is my first time.”

“Good to know”

“I’m sorry”

“I’m not”

You feel his fingers hook beneath your shorts, but he doesn’t pull yet, “is this okay?”

They’re off as soon as you lift your hips for him—your heart somehow beats even faster, and the dark of the room presses so hard against your eyes, you feel like you’re blind. But you feel him, so close, not the least bit shy as he moves his lips across more new skin. So close that you think he might close his mouth around your cunt. You want him to because you readied yourself for anything the night might bring, and you’re aching for his touch. Any part of him.

His lips press softly against your clit, and he opens up just enough to lick before continuing upward. You hear his faint giggle when you can’t hold back a moan, and when you peek again, he’s getting out of his sweats and back between your legs. Dick in hand, slow, lazy strokes as he stares down, and his free hand pushes your thighs further apart.

Everything from this point on happens so fast.

Seungmin is there again, kissing, eyes open and watching you, maybe for some sort of protest or hesitation. He’s used to getting stopped now, but you’re not doing that again. You’re well past that point. It’s the furthest thing from your mind.

The heat of his cock is on you, sliding down, and then up across your clit. Seungmin still watches, but lowers himself until his forehead touches yours. And then the pressure of him pushing in sends you further up into the pillow.

“Sorry…sorry” he pulls back and lifts himself up. “I’ll slow down.”

“You’re okay, Min. We might need some extra help.” You’re wet, you can feel it, and you can feel yourself continue to get more and more hungry for him. “Try it from up there.”

He nods and pulls you down by your hips until your thighs lay over his, “do you like this position? On your back?”

“Yeah, it’s a good start…considering”

Seungmin’s sigh is a little dramatic, very cute, and manages to relax you a little. He’s looking down at himself, but his hand is exploring you. His finger slides over your clit and moves down, slowly, feeling how wet you are.

“What’s that sigh for?” You catch his eyes as your legs squeeze him a little, and it seems to get him back in the moment. He’s pressing into you again, and this time, he slides in a little.

“I was afraid…” he stops and waits a few seconds before pushing in further, “we’d have trouble.”

“We’ll be okay”

“Aah…yeah,” his breath hitches as he goes, and he slides in with such ease he has to stop himself.

“Fuck…Minnie”

“Too much?”

“No no it’s good.” Your breathing steadies, and you savor the feeling of him finally inside of you—the stretch, almost too much, but not. The pain dulls a little as he pulls out, and all of the slick arousal clinging to him helps him slide back in so smoothly. It’s so much softer, and more mind numbingly good than you thought it would be. “Didn’t need extra help”

Seungmin’s face relaxes, but his eyes look down at you like they’ve never looked at you before.

“Is it good, Minnie?”

No, he has looked at you like this before—when you pulled away from your first kiss. It feels the same. Warm and comfortable. In, then out, and in so slowly you know it has to be driving him crazy. Still, he’s quiet.

“Tell me”

He nods and comes down on his palms. Finally, his face gives you an answer, and you can reach up to touch his cheek.

“Mm, yes yes,” he nods again, moans, and moves his face against your palm, “you’re so…“ another moan escapes mid-thought, and he’s lost again, but still careful as he pumps in and out of you. Careful for you, or careful for himself, you’re not sure, but it’s good—his speed and depth aren’t hurting you, not yet.

“More,” you take his hips in your hands and guide him in deeper, “faster…a little faster.”

He follows your touch and slowly speeds up, but taking all of him hurts, so you push your palms against his stomach to hold him back.

“Good?” His eyes move along your lips and neck, and he comes down to kiss the skin on your chest he can get to.

The shallow, shaky breaths hitting you as he moves back up makes you think he might be getting close.

“Slow”

“Slow,” he whispers and kisses your ear.

The smooth, delicate roll of his hips as he finds his new pace; the tickle of his lips on your ear; his low, relaxed groan. Everything is perfect. And it’s him—it’s Minnie. Tonight is not a forgettable date you won’t talk to again. It’s not a shitty one night stand you put up with because you needed to come, and you needed to scream his name in your head while you did it. You finally have him in your arms.

“Hey, look at me”

He’s busy kissing along your jaw, but eventually, he listens. “Hi, hi…I’m looking.”

“That’s better”

The pace picks up, just enough. This closeness is all that matters for you, and the feeling of him gives you plenty of pleasure—this is all for him, though.

There’s a heady look in his eyes, he licks his lips, his breath stutters. His fingers clench the sheets and his elbow hits the bed as he tries to keep himself steady.

“Good…come for me Minnie.”

Seungmin isn’t being too shy about making noises, thank god. He’s not loud, but you can hear how good he feels, and that’s all you need. But when he comes, you know it. His eyes get glassy and big, his mouth hangs open. The moan trickling out of him rises until it turns into a satisfied cry. His orgasm is intense, and you can feel his cock twitch and pulse as he empties himself inside of you, bites his lip and smiles, and somehow, manages to keep his eyes on yours the entire time.

Then it's quiet. Just out of sync, shakey breaths—yours and his, and the ghostly sound of the music sneaking in from the living room.

“Oh…oh,” he can’t hold back his giddy, post-orgasm giggle.

“Yeah?” you pull him down for a kiss, and hope he does that every time.

“That was fast, I’m sorry”

You have to grab his face to keep his eyes from wandering now, “but how was it?”

Very gently, he brings himself down on top of you. “…you feel so good, so warm and,” tucks his arms around you and holds tight, “perfect.”

The satisfaction in his voice, and the sweet, dizzy way he says it warms you all over, gives you butterflies. It makes you feel stupid and in love. Right now you think you might be able to deal with whatever gets in the way of you and Minnie, including yourself. Especially yourself. You're high on him again, and you don't think you could go without anymore.

“That’s all that matters right now, then.”

─ ⋅⋅ ─

The steady sounds of his breathing make you believe he’s asleep, and he should be. Seungmin said he hasn’t been sleeping very well lately, and now he’s worked hard getting you through this first time, for both of you. You’re still a little taken back by his gentle nature and patience, but that’s probably because most of the men you sleep with are nothing like that—not even close.

Seungmin didn’t like the idea of you not coming, but you eventually got him to relax, and now you’re here. And he’s fast asleep. And everything feels okay for the moment.

You lie down and face him; admire him again. This is the first time you’ve been able to really look at his face with no interruption—no food being stuffed in his mouth, no talking a mile an hour. This time you’re completely sober, and wide awake. His hair is still a little damp from sweat and clinging to his brow, lips are soft and pouty, cheeks are so round, and you long to run a finger across them, but you don’t want to wake him.

And very slowly, his eyes flutter open. He stares at you for a long moment while his lips turn up into a smile. “Hi.”

You suspect he wasn’t sleeping at all.

“Go back to sleep.” Now you take the opportunity to run your thumb across his cheek, then his chin, and you can feel the faintest scratch of stubble.

“I felt you staring at me”

“Sorry”

In place of a reply, you get a kiss.

“It’s hard not to look at you”

Seungmin shakes his head and wrinkles his nose, “no, I’m a sweaty mess right now.”

“I like your little afterglow.”

“I have an afterglow?”

Yes, ruddy cheeks and a smile that he can’t put down, eyes bigger and darker than usual, “you do.” And there’s the shape of his naked body underneath your sheet. The stretch of his shoulder blades, the delicate dip of his lower back rises just slightly over a tiny curve of ass. Not much, but enough to grab. He notices your eyes taking in every inch of him, and when you clench the sheet to pull, Seungmin suddenly gets very shy.

"Heeey," he giggles, but rolls until it wraps around him. Now he's trapped in there. "It feels different when you're not blinded by the...horniness." Seungmin sets his head back down on the pillow and looks at you.

"I understand. You were probably running off half of your blood supply with that erection."

"I’m not that big!" His face is shoved into the pillow, so it's just a mumble, but you understand what he says. "I mean, you were okay, right?" One eye peeks out.

You nod at him, because you're not going to tell him right now that he's going to take some getting used to.

"That's why I ran off to the bathroom earlier."

"Checking your size?"

"No!" He pushes himself up on his elbows, and his stupid grin and narrowed eyes are so animated and distinctly him. His laugh is enough to recharge you. "I was nervous. I just went in there to calm myself, and see what was going on...down there, I guess. It doesn't always cooperate when I want it to."

"I see. I'm glad everything worked tonight. I'm pretty sure it's worked everytime you've come over, though."

"Oh, you noticed?"

"Yeah yeah, it was really hard to stop at your thigh the first night you came over. But you can't hide that."

“That doesn’t usually happen, but, ya know…”

“Was I really your first?”

He nods, but thinks for a few moments. There’s nothing he needs to explain to you—it doesn’t matter that much—but you are interested in anything he has to tell you about himself.

“Going that far? Yes. I’ve had a few other encounters that didn’t go anywhere, or if they did they were kind of awkward. But this was not like that.”

“Good”

His eyes very obviously look you up and down, and he stops right at your core. “So can we keep going?”

“What would you like to do, Minnie?”

“I just wanna touch you, make you feel good.” Seungmin doesn’t wait for an answer before he moves close and wraps an arm around you. “Can I do that?”

The soft squeeze of his hand on your hip gets you going again—a warm throb in your stomach, your clit. “Yes, please.” Between your legs is still the mess the two of you made. You can feel his come dripping out of you, and when his finger slides down and gently pushes into your entrance, you feel yourself gush even more. Seungmin groans and sucks at the skin of your neck, then his thumb pushes up and slides right over your clit.

“Did I get it?” he asks when you whine in his ear, laughs. He does it again; rubs in soft little circles; pushes in and out, finding a good spot with his nimble fingers. “Tell me what you like.”

“I like—”

Seungmin looks at you so sharply. He needs to know exactly what you want, and he doesn’t need much direction, but you still slide your hand down and place it over his.

“I like you touching me”

He pulls out and slides two wet fingers between your folds, so slowly until he gets to your clit again. Your hips jump, and he smiles.

“You like this, right here…” he moves his fingers carefully, watching your face and listening to every little sound you make. “Nice and slow and light,” he sings. Seungmin isn’t asking, he’s just figuring it out as he goes.

It’s cute and it’s sexy; the way he is, and the way he talks to you. The combination is so deadly, and it’s one of the reason why he makes you feel the way he does.

Before everything, even the very first time you met him, you could tell he was special—not just the most beautiful face in a room full of beautiful faces. The way he looked at you, and the way he listened when you spoke. When you’d talk on the phone, go out for lunch, he always found a way to put you first and make you feel like the only person in the world.

“Yeah,” it comes out on your breath, “right there.”

You grip his forearm, but he doesn’t change a thing. Same speed, same pressure. And he adjusts as your hips roll into his hand. You’re going to come fast, too, just like he did. It’s already rising as you look at him, and looking at him is making it so much more. You’re not using a picture on your phone, or the photos pinned to the wall, and you're not listening to the cute voice messages he's left for you in the past—he’s right here, warm breath moving across your face, the sweet, sharp smell of his sweat, and just as you feel like you’re going to explode, his lips are on yours and your moan fills him up.

Your grip moves from his arm to his shoulder, then to his neck as he deepens the kiss. At the same time, a perfect, intense orgasm shakes you. His fingers move until you relax and let your hips fall back on the bed. Only then does he slow down, then stop.

“Seungmin”

You’re out of breath, and he’s still kissing.

“Minnie…Minnie, I need to catch my breath.”

He pulls back, looks at you, “sorry,” then kisses everywhere except your mouth. “How’s your lip?”

The pain in your lip eventually faded, and you forgot about it. It’s back now, throbbing away. “It’s okay…how does it look?”

“It’s a little swollen. More ice should help, I can get you some.”

“No, stay here with me”

“How about a bath, to clean up?” He looks down at the space between your legs. “We made a mess.”

“Only if you join me”

“Okay, I like my baths very hot, though”

“Yeah, me too”

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yeoosaangg · 7 months

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The Fix || Kinktober - Day 13

pairing ▸ kim seungmin × f!reader

now playing ▸ the fix - nelly, jeremih

⤷ ❝i got what you need, come fuck with me.❞

genre ▸ non-idol au, established relationship, smut

warnings ▸ electrostimulation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation, throat fucking, rough sex, restraints

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Your boyfriend stares at you in disbelief. He wasn't sure if he heard you right.

Seungmin: Are you sure? What if something goes wrong?

Y/n: I trust you, Minnie. We can both call out the safe word if we're truly uncomfortable with it.

The thing is, the thought excited him more than it should. It was new to your dynamic, yes, but he is willing to explore it if it's with you.

Seungmin: Let's do it.

Y/n: Thank you, Minnie.

Seungmin: Safe word?

Y/n: Sky.

Seungmin: Good girl. Get naked and lay down.

His demeanor changed, immediately slipping into his dominant head space.

You rush to take off your clothes and pliantly get on your shared bed. He opens the box with everything you want him to use on you, raising an eyebrow.

Seungmin: Spread your limbs like the whore we both know you are.

You bite back a moan at his words and extend your arms and legs for him. You know he loves when you show off your needy cunt.

Seungmin: Look at you - so fucking wet. I haven't even touched you, pet.

The way he talks to you just makes you even more wet.

He takes the pair of handcuffs and locks them around your wrists, moving the chain above your head and on the hook. He made sure to buy a bed perfect for these situations.

Y/n: Tighter, please.

Seungmin: Please, who?

Y/n: Please, Master.

Seungmin: Good kitty.

You gasp when he slaps your clit, licking the juices off his fingers.

Seungmin: Jesus, fuck. You're delicious, kitten.

He tightens the cuffs just how you wanted and uses rope to bound your legs to the sides of the bed. He growls at being reminded of how flexible your body is.

Seungmin: I'm gonna break you, kitten.

He chuckles at the whine you let out, pulling at your restraints. You always looks so regretful when you can't touch him or yourself.

Seungmin: Stop squirming or I'll leave you like this for the rest of the night. Untouched.

You shake your head, immediately relaxing into the mattress. He hums in satisfaction and takes his clothes off, climbing over your body.

He starts playing with your breasts, rubbing your nipples. He squeezes them, biting down and sucking so painfully to the point you're screaming.

He pulls off and sits closer to your face, smearing his leaking tip all over your lips.

Seungmin: Open your mouth and take my cock like the good bitch you are.

You obey, jaws relaxing the further he pushes his cock down your throat.

He loves the way you looks up at him with such innocent eyes, a contradiction to how slutty you are for him. You moan around him, the vibrations making him groan in pleasure.

Seungmin: No matter how many times I fuck you, I always get so amazed at your lack of gag reflex. Makes me so eager to destroy that pretty mouth of yours.

You moan again, eyes shining at the thought of being used like that.

He runs his hands through your hair, pulling at the roots. He starts off slow, wanting to savor how warm and wet your mouth is.

Your tongue glides on the underside of his cock, making him twitch with each stroke. He can't take it anymore and brutally fucks your mouth.

His tip hits the back of your throat until he cums down your throat. He moans when he feels you swallow it down, cock still in your mouth.

Seungmin: You're so fucking disgusting, I love it.

He pulls his cock out, crawling off of you until his face meets your glistening pussy. He licks his lips, but pulls away. You pout, disappointed he didn't eat you out.

Seungmin: Don't look at me like that, kitten. You'll get my cock last. For now, I'm gonna use these.

You clench your pussy on nothing at the sight of the dildo he got custom made from his size. Then your gaze shifts to the vibrator in his other hand.

You squirm again, making him frown.

Seungmin: Bad kitty. I told you not to move.

You shake your head in panic. You didn't mean to move! You're just so needy for some relief to your aching core.

Seungmin: I'm gonna have to punish you. Can't believe you'd disobey me before I even touch you. Maybe I should just keave you like this for the rest of the night.

Y/n: No! I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean to move. I just got so happy that you brought out my favorite toys.

Seungmin: That won't work on me tonight, slut. Now shut up and count.

He replaces the toys with his belt. He draws his arm up and smacks your clit. You hiss in pain, the sting worse than when he used his hand.

Y/n: One.

He repeated the action fourteen more times before using his fingers to soothe the ache on your folds. He wipes your tears, kissing you lips to distract you.

Seungmin: I'll give you what you want, baby. You were so good just now.

Y/n: Thank you, Master.

He smiles and grabs the bipolar nipple clamps you bought. That's not what you wanted, but the thought of getting stimulated in that way made up for it.

He inspects the device to make sure it has isolated outputs. Even though it does, he'll still stimulate one nipple at a time.

It's risky since it could possibly stop your heart if used wrong.

He attaches one to your hardened bud, watching you bite your bottom lip in anticipation. He turns it on to the lowest setting and drops his jaw when you moan lowly.

He turns the vibrator on, pushing it against your clit. You arch your back and moan louder when he increases the vibrations being sent to both your nipple and pussy.

His name slips out of your mouth repeatedly, making his cock hard. His tip was leaking at the sight of you falling apart so easily.

Seungmin: God, baby... You're so fucking hot.

He turns off the nipple clamp and attaches the other.

He'll take the risk.

He turns it back on, stimulating both nipples. You scream, shaking when the vibrator gets shoved into your cunt. He revels in your moans, staring at your fucked out face.

Seungmin: I'm gonna fuck you so hard, kitten. You won't be walking for the next few months.

You let out a high pitched moan and squirt all over the place. His dick twitched at the sight of your mess.

He turns the devices off and discards them.

Seungmin: Ready for my cock, baby?

You nod, not able to speak any coherent sentences.

He climbs over you and slides in without a care in letting you adjust. He just pounds his hips into you as his balls smack against your ass.

He sucks on your nipples, one hand rubbing your clit as he feels you clench around him.

Seungmin: You're so sensitive, kitten. Cumming so easily for me? How pathetic.

You pull at the handcuffs and ropes, desperately wanting to touch him and stratch along his back. He loves when you do that.

Seungmin: Aww, poor kitty. Do you wanna touch me?

You whine, nodding your head.

Seungmin: You're gonna have to use your words, kitten. I won't stop fucking you like this until you tell me what you want.

You start to cry in frustration. Your brain feels like mush. You can barely comprehend his words, let alone speak out your wants.

Seungmin: That's too bad, baby. Now be a good bitch and let me ruin you.

He does not stop, making you cum over and over again. Your body stills as he cums inside your pussy one last time.

He massages your body as he pulls out, pushing his cum into your numb hole with a plug.

Seungmin: You did so good, my love. Let me take care of you, okay?

You only make small noises in response, feeling so tired and numb.

He bathes you, massages every inch of your body flinching under his touch. Your muscles were spasming from the way you tensed so much.

Seungmin pulls you close into his chest, kissing the bandages on your wrist.

You sigh as he buries your face in his neck, dozing off at the safe atmosphere surrounding both of you.

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a/n: i have no experience in this topic, so i wrote this with the limited knowledge and research i had. i tried my best, but i don't think it's my greatest work. thanks for reading, anyway ‹𝟹

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horanghaeluvsinniehae · 1 month

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STRAY KIDS!BEST FRIEND GETTING JEALOUS

Hyung line/\Makne line

I have SEVENTEEN units with this concept

Pairing: skz!hyung line x gn!reader

Disclaimer: swearing, mentions of eating, boys being sulky (please tell me if i missed anything!)

As always author’s note at the end

Enjoy!

A/N: hi guys! I hope you liked this one! It’s a bit softer than the hyung line i think!

I hope it was okay, and feedbacks are always welcomed! They motivate me and i always like to know if you liked it or not!<3

Btw guys i really desperately need requests please😭🙇 it can be whatever you want as long as it’s appropriate to the guidelines(!) but honeslty i need your ideas please please😭😭 i sound so stupid but i just wanna make you happy:(<3

Please be safe and take care of yourself🫂❤️‍🩹

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stayandot8 · 3 months

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Drawn To You

Genre: fluff?? i guess??

Relationship type: idol!(lowkeytsundere)Seungmin x I.N's bestie reader

Important Contents: requested, i hope you enjoy my second Seungmin piece

WC: 4k

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I’d known Jeongin since we were kids. I was about a year older, but he’d always been there for me since the young days, before he became this huge kpop idol star with his group. But after I went away, our friendship strained.

The problem was that I didn’t tell him that I applied for school overseas in America. I needed to get out of our town, on to bigger things, and that upset him. We told each other everything. Everything…except that. He understood, like the amazing friend he was, but as he pursued his own dream, his time was harder to come by. The questions about America came fewer and slower, phone calls went from everyday to twice a week to once a month until the only time I heard from him was when he thought of me in between recording sessions. He always texted me after recording, something about needing to know I was behind him. I always knew he’d be a famous singer. His voice was always unique. Now the world was getting to see what I already knew as fact. And I was damn proud of him. I made sure to tell him every chance I got. Or at least I tried, because those opportunities came fewer and fewer as the years went on.

What I didn’t realize until I was already there was that America was not what I wanted. But my family had already paid my way through for me to get there and start, so I owed it to them to finish what I started. No, begged them for. I had to do it. Not just for me, but for them too now. And when I finished, degree in hand (well, suitcase), I traipsed back to Korea like my life depended on it. Why? Well… because it did.

The almost 16 hour plane ride was full of going from one book to another to my music apps and podcasts, fighting the impending boredom that came with the “adventure” in a tin can in the sky. The in-house wifi was holding up as best it could and my laptop was on the brink of overheating for the last hour. My mother’s last text before I took off popped up on my side window of messages.

Mother: Little Jeonginnie is blowing up big now! You would be so proud of him. He’s come so far since you’ve last seen him.

Jeonginnie?? I remembered the nickname she gave him and couldn’t stop the gagging noise from escaping in the middle of standing in line to board. The woman in front of me gave me a weird look. I stared back at her, glaring until she turned back around and started walking. I grimaced at my phone before I turned it on Airplane mode and put it in my pocket. What could be so different about him now? Had he grown that much? He couldn’t be much taller. I had always been taller than him, ever since we were kids. My mother blamed my father, saying it was his side of the family that gave me such a…problem. But I didn’t mind. It made it easier to scare off the boys I didn’t like. It also made it harder to find ones I did like that weren’t intimidated but… whatever. This was the way it had always been.

My mom has been looking forward to this day since I left, crying on the phone that she was ‘so excited to have her baby home again’ that I was sure she would chain me to the kitchen sink to prevent me from leaving again. She claimed the house hadn’t been the same since I left, and by the looks of it, it was obvious. It was missing its usual…lived-in charm that I had apparently brought to it. The pillows were too erect, too fluffed. The kitchen counter was too clean, not a stain nor trace of midnight ramen seasoning on the counter. It wasn’t quite…home. It was a space for my parents to entertain. Which is exactly how I ended up face to face with Jeongin in my living room, arms wide open and looking like… a man.

He was tall now too. His hair was blonde now and styled, even on his day off. It looked good. And his arms had filled out, no longer the sticks they used to be. Someone had gotten him into working out. Must be his older members… At least his smile was the same. Bright as ever, he stumbled over towards me and threw his arms around me with all his might.

“Noona! You’re back! I can’t believe you’re back, I never thought I’d be home to see it.” His dimples showed so deep that I didn’t realize how much I had missed the sight of them. They were the kind you could swim in, the kind you wanted to roll out like they were made of dough. Which explained why his fans and members called him Baby Bread. His whole face was squishy just like it had been when I left. Except now, the rest of him wasn’t nearly as squishy. It made me second guess myself a little too much. I shook my head, trying to shake the thought.

“Yeah yeah yeah. I came back because I saw you all over the internet, even over in America! What could you possibly be doing over there?!”

“It’s my band! We’re going everywhere now, I can’t stand to believe it sometimes. I still have a hard time believing it. But you’re finally back from school! How was your last year?! Tell me everything!”

Thus began a very long and tiring story of my senior year of college, everything from the parent-safe topics like classes and academics and American friends I made until our mothers left for the kitchen to make dinner. Then we moved onto the not so safe for parents ears, such as the hookups, the drama, and all of the bullshit that went down without my mother’s knowledge. He laughed when he was supposed to, he nodded at appropriate times, it was like he was using his media training on me and I couldn't help but laugh. He was mid-question and he stopped to tilt his head.

“What? What’s so funny?” He smiled again when I couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help it. You’ve gotten very good at listening. If I remember correctly, you weren’t able to sit still and listen to me say more than three sentences at a time.”

“That’s because you learned how to tell an interesting story. College was good for something!” That dazzling smile emerged again and I was thinking those weird thoughts again. It wasn’t that I had thoughts of possibly liking him, it was just that the thought of it didn’t repulse me like it once did. It puzzled me.

“Yeah yeah yeah. So tell me about your group! What’s everyone like? Is it true what they say online about you guys?”

“Well, I don’t know what you’ve seen so I don’t know whether to say yes or no.” He laughed and sat back in his chair. “But things have been going really well! We’re starting up our tour right now, we have our first stop in two days in Seoul. You should come! I want you to meet everyone.” I’d read a little about them while on the plane, just to take a peak at what my friend had been up to in the years I’d been gone. There were eight of them now, and they all brought something special to the group, at least according to Stay, their fans. I knew who was who and that was about it. It was like I had met them already. “Come on, Noona. You can meet everyone tomorrow if you want to, before the concert. Auntie can come too.” I looked at him with wide eyes and hit his leg when he started to crack up.

“You are not funny, Yang Jeongin.”

His inhaling laughter told me he thought otherwise.

Strolling by our favorite cafe, the memories came back to me in waves. Between Jeongin cracking jokes about people who were walking by and me trying to keep him from wandering into the street. Our relationship had shifted constantly from friends to siblings of sorts. Being an only child hadn’t provided a lot of opportunities for the older sister types of activities I had itched for so I happened to find them with Jeongin. Everything I had dreamed about being an older sister, I had with him. It helped me feel…complete somehow.

Jeongin thought later that it would be better if I met some of the members little by little. But then I recieved a text countering that idea, stating that the when the others heard what was happening, they jump in the car bfore he could protest. He decided that he wanted to bring us all here, a place of comfort to me and somewhere he’d always wanted to bring them. He had told me the ones he lived with were the ones that would really test how I would get along with the rest of them since they were the ones who were ‘harder to read’ or something. I didn’t know which ones were the ones he lived with, only knew their names and faces in the group. I wondered if I’d need to do anything special to impress them or being my simple self would do. Jeongin told me to just be myself, but if these guys were anything like him, they didn’t really care who I was. They probably had people fawning over them constantly so maybe as long as I acted like I didn’t care, it might turn out in my favor. Not that I really cared if they liked me, but it’s always nice to make friends.

Walking up to the place I saw them all sitting at a table just chatting, like they were just regular people. They all had hats on, some backwards, and a mix of tshirts and sweats and jeans. One that I recognized, Lee Know, had his hat on backwards and his blonde hair was peeking out. It was then that I realized what Stays were talking about with him; he was prettier in real life. Like, a scary kind of pretty.

Felix on the other hand, was an ethereal kind of pretty with a soft exterior to balance Lee Know’s sharp features. It was a quick reveal to why they called him sunshine. Even with his dark hair, he radiated warmth and empathy. Like you could tell him anything and he would do everything in his power to help or just to listen. His hat was on sideways, like the boy next to him had moved it and he just hadn’t changed it back.

The boy next to him had his hat on straight. I gathered that one was Seungmin because of his baseball t-shirt. Stays knew he loved baseball, saying he would’ve become a baseball player if he hadn’t chosen this path in life. He was the only one watching me walk up to them, catching my eye and staring holes into my head. I didn’t drop his gaze, having the gut feeling that he was watching me for a reason. I just couldn’t point a finger as to why.

Right at the perfect moment, Jeongin turned around to see me approaching, his broad smile only growing wider.

“Over here!” He was waving me over to the empty seat beside him and Chan, a plate in front of it with a croissant on its center. A glass full of cream-colored liquid was placed in front of that empty seat, waiting for me. He still knew some things about me, proving the years of friendship withstood the idol training I was sure he went through. It didn’t break the kindness in him.

His smile didn’t fade the closer I got. In fact, I would argue that it got bigger and brighter, only matched by Felix’s with his blonde hair shining in the sun. They all stood when I finally approached the table, awaiting formal introductions from Jeongin.

“Everyone, this is my childhood best friend. She just moved back from the States and she’s coming to the show tonight so we have to do our best for her.” He was still beaming even after he finished, and all the boys took their turns introducing themselves in order around the table. Seungmin was the last, confirming my suspicion that he was the one that was seated beside me. He said his name, not quite smiling or even a polite grimace like Lee Know had. No, he was just staring at me with wide eyes.

“Do I have something on my face?” I whispered to him, trying to break free of his glare. He shook his head.

“No.” And with that he sat back down, staring at his mug with a slight rosy blush creeping along his cheeks.

Well that was simple enough. I sat back down in the chair and reached for the glass in front of me. “Thanks for ordering for me, I can’t believe you remembered.”

“I was just hoping that your tastebuds hadn’t changed. You’ve been abroad now, you could have acquired an American tongue.”

“Nope, still the same old same old for me. I’m not so easily influenced by others, Innie, you know this.”

“This is true.” He turned to the others. “She once had the whole class trying to tell her that she had something in her hair and she refused to believe it until someone held up a mirror for her!” He started laughing, reliving the memory. The rest of the group chuckled along with him. Then Chan spoke up.

“So what was Jeongin like in school? We only know a little bit, but what was he like as a kid?”

“Oh he was something else. Some days he would be the best little angel ever and others, he would be bouncing off the walls. I never knew what kind of friend I was getting each day. He was a wild card.” I smiled back at Jeongin. “But he’s better now. Now he’s all grown up and singing and dancing with you guys. It's fun to watch.”

“I can’t wait to hear what you think about the show tonight.” The short, dark-haired one, Han, piped up excitedly. “We’ve been working on it for a while. I’m just excited to show Stay. They’re going to love it.”

“Stay is-”

“Your fan base. I know. I might have done some research on the plane ride back.” Jeongin nodded, impressed.

“What else did you find in your ‘research’?” Hyunjin asked. Stay was right, he was prettier in person. Pictures didn’t do him justice. Pictures didn’t do any of them justice.

“Oh, this and that. I saw something about you being a painter and Chan doesn’t sleep.”

“That about sums me up.” Chan laughed, Hyunjin along with him nodding. “What else did you find?”

“Let’s see… Lee Know-” The boy perked up, now listening closely. “-seems cold but cares the most. Also a great dancer.” Lee Know nodded. “Changbin works out a lot and is quite loud. Can’t wait to find out if that’s actually true or not.”

“It is.” Jeongin rolled his eyes. I laughed.

“Han is also loud but very funny. And Felix is the cuddle bug.” Felix nodded along with Han.

“Stay knows us pretty well.”

“And Seungmin…” I paused, not knowing which Stay fact to bring up first. Seungmin was watching me think, like he could watch all of the thoughts going around and around in my head. It was almost like a challenge. “Seungmin is a mystery. He can rap but he doesn’t unless asked. Stay is waiting for a rap part for him, by the way. He’s a ‘quiet-carer’, like Lee Know. And he says some of the most out-of-pocket stuff anyone has ever heard, making him hilarious as well.” Seungmin’s lip twitched, cracking into a smirk.

“You’ve got it.” He continued smirking, watching my lips move as I spoke. They flickered between my eyes and the other features of my face. It was like I was hypnotized. I couldn’t look away from his features, his eyes locking on mine and watching my every move. I felt my heart beating against my chest bone, hitting it in time with every second that passed by. And then, all of sudden, it stopped beating altogether. And then it was just us. We weren’t outside anymore, it was real-life tunnel vision. He watched me and I watched him just looking at each other.

And then a sharp cough from somewhere in the distance.

Seugnmin broke the contact first, looking everywhere to find where the sound that dare interrupt our moment had come from.

Jeongin had let out one of his signature grandfather coughs again, his eyes wide open watching me and his band mate.

“I don’t think Seungmin-hyung is that mysterious. And I live with him. Just stay out of his stuff and you’ll be fine.” The boys nodded in agreement, not paying attention to their younger members. “That’s a little tougher for some than others.” He let out another pointed cough.

“It was ONE TIME.” Felix exclaimed, righteous with indignation and the others bursted out laughing, including Seungmin. I couldn’t help but notice his cheeks pushing up to his eyes when he laughed for real, as opposed to his chuckle earlier while talking to me directly.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

This place was packed, people of all ages everywhere in various colorful outfits and carrying lightsticks were bouncing all over the place on their way out of the stadium. Girls running to the merchandise lines after the show to grab whatever was left, older moms peering over the crowd to find whomever they were looking for, and venue staff were scattered all around the place, the energy from the concert still setting the place abuzz.

The show was amazing. I didn’t realize how talented Jeongin was. I knew he would go far in whatever he decided to do in life, but I never knew how far he was really going. It was palpable; the boys loved him. All of them. The way they teased him was reminiscent of how I teased him growing up. He really found a family in all of them. I was happy for him, really.

I watched off to the side in clear view of all of them surrounded by some very passionate fans, bound to get rowdier as the boys kept making their way over. Jeongin made sure to shout me out in his speech in the beginning, saying that he was so excited to perform in front of his childhood friends so as not to make it too obvious who I was. Seungmin found me almost immediately because he was dancing near my side. It was just like earlier; my eyes were drawn to him. The way his body moved, I couldn’t help but watch him even if I was supposed to be watching all of them. My excuse to Jeongin would be that he was the only one right in front of me, but I knew the truth.

He was doing it on purpose. There was no way he wasn’t. Because everytime he came over my way, he found me again and waved to everyone around me. There was a small voice in the back of my head that was telling me it was meant for me. Or it could have been the smirk that followed his big smile while he waved to everyone around me. While he may not have been looking directly at me when he got over to my side, he was definitely staring me down when he walked away and I watched him until his attention was elsewhere. The more he walked over to our side, the more the fans around me jumped and waved their arms, trying to get anyone’s attention from the stage. When they waved their arms, they narrowly missed my head, sometimes knocking me and causing me to stumble into someone else beside me. Some of these fans are nuts. These hits didn’t go unnoticed by Seungmin though. The way his face fell when they bumped into me caused his big smile to falter, sending the corners of his mouth downwards. The joy on his face disappeared as he stared in our direction, not taking his eyes off our section. He didn’t walk away until I stood back up and returned my attention to him.

Weirdo.

I was waiting near the stage until a burly man wearing a Stray Kids t-shirt came in and waved me over to take me backstage. Down the dark hallway lit by the same fluorescent lights as the main stage was by now, I spotted a taller figure with dark hair leaning on the wall a ways away from us. He was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt from what I could tell while being so far away. As we drew closer, he spotted us as well and stood straight, coming to stand right in front of me. He smirked again, just as he had all night long but there was no malice coming from it. No, it was just a mild curiosity. He opened his mouth, possibly to say something snarky as his smirk suggested but just then, Jeongin appeared coming out of a door to our right.

“Noona! What did you think? Were we any good?” Jeongin smiled brightly, eyes excitedly flicking from one to the other and back again, trying to find my answer. He reached for me, his hand grabbing mine quicker than I could realize what exactly he was reaching for. Seungmin’s gaze darted straight to where our hands connected and his stare could’ve started a fire. If looks could kill, I wouldn't have wanted to be Jeongin at that moment. His deep brown eyes had lost their warmth, void of any playful sparkle I had seen until now as Jeongin dragged me into their dressing room.

Next thing I knew, I found myself sitting on the Stray Kids Tour bus on the way back to the hotel for the night instead of in my car, heading back home. And somehow, Seungmin had found himself sitting beside me. Jeongin had escorted me onto the bus, but Seungmin had taken advantage of Jeongin going through his bag of belongings in another section of seats and slid in to occupy the one next to me. I just stared at him, Jeongin unaware of what had just occurred as he continued to shuffle through his bag.

“You’re in my seat.” was all Seungmin said to my stare.

“So that means you have to sit as close to it as possible?”

“Yes.” And then he put his headphones on. I suspected he used this to avoid Jeongin’s questions because he had just put his bag away. I looked up just in time to see him look confusedly as Seungmin, who had his eyes glued to his phone now. Jeongin looked at me and I shrugged. He did the same and sat in the seat directly in front of me, lightly chuckling. I leaned forward, trying my best to ignore Seungmin’s thigh that was dangerously close to mine.

“Why is he sitting next to me?”

“I don’t know. He’s a weird one.”

“He said I was sitting in his seat.” Jeongin’s brows furrowed.

“He doesn’t sit there. He sits near the front most times.”

I sat back in my seat, bewildered. I nudged Seungmin’s arm until he took his headphones off and when he did, he raised his eyebrow at me.

“You don’t sit here. What gives?”

“I’m waiting for you to figure it out.” He said with another smirk, a permanent feature around me.

I sat back, stunned and taken aback. He just placed his headphones back on his ears, satisfied with his answer and returned to his phone.

This was going to be a fun ride.

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