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AUGUST IS A FEVER — kim seungmin
pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff word count: 12k warnings: 18+ minors dni!!! mild jealousy, mean(ish) dom!seungmin (he's mean in a nice way okay), face fucking, hair pulling (f. rec), thigh riding, overstimulation, dumbification, mild degradation/humiliation, aftercare
summary: seungmin is the picture of self control around you—the perfect gentleman with no interest in you at all. maybe that is why you are so obsessed with seeing how far you can push him before he breaks. OR, hyunjin is convinced that seungmin is into you, and you are determined to prove him wrong.
"Stop looking at him like that," Hyunjin sighs.
"Stop looking at him like what?" You ask innocently.
"Like you want to jump his bones."
"I have no idea what you mean."
"...Two minutes ago you said you wanted to, and I quote, "lick the sweat off of his face.""
"Really?" You ponder. "That doesn't sound like me."
"Yes it does!"
You groan, fanning yourself with your hand. "Whatever! Can you blame me? He just looks so hot!"
The view from where you are sitting on the sidelines is spectacular, glorious even—so much so that you can almost forget the sun beating down on you as you wait for your friends to finish up their game.
"Nope," Hyunjin covers his ears. "I am not going to agree while you objectify my best friend."
"Okay... Well, it's not my fault that your best friend is the sexiest man on the face of the Earth."
You have always thought that Kim Seungmin looks the hottest when playing sports, and it is rewarding to (yet again) find yourself proven correct. Today, he is the main event: with his brow furrowed in singular determination, his hidden competitive nature full on display, his lean body hidden underneath a deceptive white tee and black joggers...
There isn't anything overtly provocative about him today, and yet you still have to stifle the urge to strut onto that field, grab him by the wrist, drag him behind the bleachers, drop to your knees, and suck him dry.
"I'm literally right here!" Hyunjin cries.
On the field, Jisung clumsily passes to Seungmin, who dribbles the ball down the field and swipes a sharp left, kicking the ball straight into the goal past Chan.
A small, self-assured smirked hooks onto the edge of his mouth when he walks back to his position, and you have to fan yourself to stop the heat on your cheeks from spreading down your neck.
"Oh honey," you tut, only momentarily distracted by the glorious view in front of you. "It's okay, I still think you're cute."
"That is so condescending coming from someone who can't confess their feelings to a guy who is obviously into them," Hyunjin scoffs. "And I'm not cute! I'm sexy."
"I don't know how many times I have to tell you this," you roll your eyes, gaze still trained on the field. "But Kim Seungmin is not into me."
"Yes he is."
"No... He isn't."
"And who are you to tell me that?" Hyunjin narrows his eyes. "I think I know my best friend well enough to know how he feels, thank you very much!"
You swat at the back of his head.
"Hyunjin, you are literally one of the most oblivious people in the world," you point out. "Forgive me for not taking your word for it."
"Okay, b-but!" Hyunjin splutters. "Not when it comes to this. I'm telling you, Seungmin is so down bad for you, it's actually painful."
"And how do you know that?" You ask, mostly just to humor him.
"Because it's obvious!" He exclaims. "Literally everyone knows. Everyone."
"Mhm," you nod along. "And... Has Seungmin ever told you this?"
Hyunjin pauses for a moment.
"...W-Well—"
You click your tongue. "That's what I thought."
"He doesn't have to say it for me to know," Hyunjin insists.
"Uh, really?" You snort. "Because it sounds to me like you're just pulling things out of your ass."
Across the field, Jisung cheers as Seungmin scores another goal. By now, they have been playing long enough in the heat for rivulets of sweat to carve their way down his face, and the thought comes to mind once again—you would love to lick it off his face. Desperately. Maybe if you begged nicely, he would let you have a taste...
Would he like it if you begged?
"Dude," Hyunjin deadpans. "All he has to do is look at you and he pops a boner. I think that's a pretty good indication that he's into you."
"Really?" You ask, momentarily stupefied by the thought of Seungmin's dick.
"Yes."
"No way," you exclaim a moment later, shaking your head. "Seungmin would never."
"Be attracted to someone? Yeah, I used to think so too..."
"No!" You pout, pinching his arm. "I mean he's such a gentleman. There is no way that is true."
"Yeah," Hyunjin scoffs. "If being a gentleman means jacking off as soon as he gets home from hanging out with you, then sure."
"Don't talk about him like that!" You pull him into a headlock. "Just because you are a nasty little shit doesn't mean that he is, too."
"Oh, god," Hyunjin groans in agony. "Yes, he definitely is."
Your grip on his neck tightens and a choked wheeze passes through his lips. A vindictive smile slips onto your face at the thought of making him suffer for putting strange thoughts about Seungmin into your head, and your grip tightens even more.
It is only when you chance a look up at the game and find Seungmin staring in your direction that your chokehold on Hyunjin slackens. Under the heated weight of his stare, the blush that you spent so long trying to fight off comes back in full force.
"See?" Hyunjin hisses. "I told you he's into you! Oh god, he looks like he's plotting my murder."
"I dunno," you sigh. "I think he looks kind of dreamy."
You drop your arm completely, and Hyunjin wrestles himself free from your grip. Seungmin smiles at you before turning back to the match, and you swoon on the spot.
"Wow," Hyunjin wrinkles his nose in disgust. "In the most offensive way possible, I think you two are meant for each other."
"Aw, you really think so?" You beam.
"Unfortunately..."
You frown. "Well... If Seungmin is so into me, why hasn't he made a move yet?"
"Because you're a psychopath?" Hyunjin guesses.
"Hwang Hyunjin, keep it up and I'm going to be the one murdering you," you threaten.
"Okay, okay!" He holds his hands up in surrender. "I dunno. Maybe he's just a pussy?"
"He's twice the man you are," you sniff.
"You're only saying that because you want his dick in your mouth," Hyunjin notes drily.
"No I'm not!" You protest. "...Well, that's not the only reason."
Jeongin runs past you, the ball between his feet as a mischievous cackle escapes his lips, and the slight tailwind he provides only grants you a moderate amount of solace from the heat beating down.
"Believe me, don't believe me..." Hyunjin trails off. "I don't really care."
"Rude," you pout. Jeongin misses the goal, and Seungmin runs a frustrated hand through his hair as he turns to face him.
"All I'm saying is that there is a foolproof way to figure out whether or not Seungmin actually wants to fuck your brains out."
"And that is...?"
"He rolls his eyes. "Duh. Just seduce him."
"I'm not going to do that!" You hiss. "He's going to think I'm a gross little gremlin that's trying to get into his pants and then he's going to reject me!"
"But you are a gross little gremlin trying to get into his pants."
"Not true! I like Seungmin for more than just his body, thank you very much."
"Okay..." Hyunjin says. "Well, as I've already said, he's definitely not going to reject you."
"You don't know that." You glare at him. "When was the last time you saw him accept anybody's advances?"
"Literally never because, again, he's into you!" Hyunjin exclaims.
"As if."
"Whatever!" He throws his hands up in the air, his face growing redder by the second. "You know what, do whatever you want. I don't care. I tried!"
Hyunjin pushes himself up from the ground, dusting his pants off in a tight and jerky motions.
"Wait," you begin. "Hyunjin!"
He doesn't spare you a glance as he stomps off towards where the rest of your friends seem to—finally—be wrapping up their game.
"Where are you going? Hyunjin? Come back!"
A nice cold shower is exactly what you need after a morning of watching a sweaty Seungmin in his element.
Which is why the moment that you and the guys make it back to Seungmin and Hyunjin's apartment, you waste no time in claiming Hyunjin's bathroom for yourself.
He refuses to speak to you the entire way back, and you decide to take your revenge by making a break for his bathroom. Maybe it's mean, because you know he's had to pee for the past twenty minutes, but you find a little bit too much joy in seeing him suffer to actually care.
You are grateful to find your shampoo is still in the same spot you left it last week when you stayed over. Hyunjin might be your best friend, but you wouldn't put it past him to use it all up—that was the fate of your facial cleanser last time you left it at his place.
The steady stream of water pelting your back is soothing as you wash yourself, and the lukewarm water does wonders for your horniness.
"Hurry the fuck up," Hyunjin whines, bursting through the door without a second thought. His irritating voice only helps quash your horniness further.
The shower curtain is solid enough that you can only make out his vague outline through it, but you don't have to wonder what he is doing in here for long—the sound of him peeing is undeniable, and you wrinkle your nose in disgust.
"You're so annoying," you shout at him.
"Whatever," Hyunjin gripes, washing his hands. "I'm hungry, so like... Hurry the fuck up."
"Yeah, yeah," you dismiss. He lets out a huff, then exists without saying another word.
Your shower lasts a little longer than usual—mostly because you know that it will piss Hyunjin off. By the time you are finished, only five stray thoughts about jumping Seungmin's bones have passed through your head, which you consider an accomplishment.
A warm blanket of contentment settles over you as you towel yourself dry. It is only after a few moments without the stream of the shower dulling your senses that you get the odd feeling that something is off.
It takes another moment for you to realize that the apartment is awfully quiet. The faint buzz of the TV streams in through the walls, but other than that... Nothing.
For a moment, you wonder if your friends have finally learned how to act like normal people and actually use their inside voices—but then you remember that Minho and Changbin couldn't shut up even if they wanted to. Which means that either someone has finally snapped and forcibly gagged them, or... They aren't here.
The urge to go investigate is so overwhelming that you decide to skip blowdrying your hair altogether (scandalous, you know), but when you reach for your clothes, you realize they are not where you left them.
In fact, a quick survey of the bathroom reveals that they are nowhere to be found at all.
"What the...?" You gnaw on your lip.
Then it clicks. You knew Hyunjin had been too quiet earlier when leaving the bathroom. He must have taken your clothes...
Which normally wouldn't have been that big of a predicament, considering that you have no shame when it comes to stealing his clothes, except for the little fact that his bedroom is on the opposite side of the apartment.
Great.
You pinch the bridge of your nose before wrapping your towel around yourself resolutely and opening the bathroom door.
"Hyunjin?" You call, only peeking your head out.
In the living room, you hear the distinctive sound of footsteps, but your best friend remains silent.
"Hello?" You try again, but still, silence is the only thing that greets you.
You narrow your eyes, irritation welling up inside of you.
"Hyunjin," you squeeze out through gritted teeth, pushing the bathroom door all the way open. "I'm actually going to kill you. Where did you put my clothes?"
Despite the anger in your tone, he still has the audacity to ignore you. Unsurprisingly, you quickly reach the end of your fuse.
"You're so—" You seethe, storming into the living room.
And then, you promptly come to a screeching halt.
"Oh!" You squeak out, a rush of embarrassment striking you in the chest. "You're not Hyunjin."
"No," Seungmin says mildly. "I'm not."
He is sitting alone on the couch, his hair damp, and you are not too surprised to notice how sexy he looks like this—domestic and relaxed. The black joggers from earlier have been replaced by sinful gray sweats, and you only have a moment to lament how unfair that is before you remember that you are standing basically naked in front of him.
To his credit, Seungmin doesn't seem fazed. In fact, his eyes remain focused on your face, his gaze cool and collected as you flounder for the right words.
You are half-satisfied, half-disappointed by his reaction (or lack thereof) because on one hand, it means that Hyunjin was wrong and Seungmin is decidedly not into you at all... But on the other hand, it means that Seungmin is not into you at all.
"Ahem," you clear your throat. "D'you know where he is?"
"Him and the guys went to get food," Seungmin tells you.
"Bitch," you mutter bitterly.
Seungmin raises a brow at you, and your eyes widen.
"Not you!" You clarify. "I'm talking about Hyunjin. I mean, he's a little bitch who took my clothes while I was showering and then went off to get food without me."
You pause, not noticing the amused look on Seungmin's face.
"Wait," you pause. "Why didn't you go with them?"
He shrugs. "Thought it was kind of a dick move to leave you here all alone."
You perk up. "Aw, thanks!"
"Although," Seungmin points out, "it was also kind of a dick move to eat his last yogurt, so I guess you guys are even."
You gasp. "Seungmin, I thought you weren't going to tell him!"
His mouth turns up in a lopsided smirk. "I never said that."
Your mind flashes back to last week when Seungmin caught you sneaking the last yogurt cup, and you frown. Technically, you realize he's right—but you had shared the yogurt cup with you, so you thought you were partners in crime.
Although, it was kind of sexy how ruthless he is...
"You're evil," you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. Then, you remember you are clad in only a tiny little towel, and your promptly uncross your arms.
He cocks a brow. "Would an evil person offer to lend you clothes in a time of need?"
The thought of his clothes, on you, is enough to make your brain short circuit.
"Really?" You exclaim, your voice pitching an octave higher.
He pushes himself off the couch with a nod.
"Kim Seungmin, you are an angel," you gush. "I could kiss you right now."
You trail after him towards his room, not noticing how your words make him freeze.
"Or, like," you blabber on. "buy you ten bags of Hot Cheetos!"
"Only ten?" He teases.
"Eleven." You bargain, and he tilts his head as if he is considering the offer.
It is right as you are considering just how puppy-like he looks that he hands you a stack of clothes.
"You can change in here," Seungmin says, and then like the gentleman he is, he walks out the door and closes it behind you.
It's strangely humbling to be in this position—in his room, with only a towel wrapped around you, as he walks out and leaves you alone without so much as a spare glance.
It's equally humbling just how hot his indifference is. Instead of making you want to back off, Seungmin's reaction only makes you want to see just how far you can push him...
To distract yourself from your horny thoughts, you unfold the clothes he has given you and take the opportunity to look around his room.
Despite how long you've been friends with Hyunjin—despite how much time you've spent in this apartment over the past two years, this is the first time you are seeing the inside of Seungmin's bedroom.
Somehow, it looks exactly how you imagined it would. Clean gray linen sheets line his simple bed, which takes up most of the center of the room. Two bookshelves stand flush against the wall, stacked with a plethora of books. His desk is a picture of perfection—white and spotless and so Seungmin, much like the rest of the room.
In a word, it is pristine. Clean. Polished. The mirror of absolute control.
You can't help but wonder if he is this controlled in every aspect of his life. If he was under you, would he still exhibit that perfect restraint? Or would you be enough for him to snap?
The thought is so electrifying that you dress in a record time, slipping out of his room before you have the chance to do something you might regret.
Even the clothes, you notice, are so him. The navy blue shirt is simple yet perfectly pressed, as if he has just bought it, and the gray sweatpants he has given you are the carbon copy of the ones he had been wearing earlier today.
"Thanks again for the clothes," you say as you walk back into the living room.
Seungmin is sitting on the couch exactly where he had been when you first came out of the bathroom.
When he looks up at you this time, however, his gaze seems to linger on you. Under his scrutiny, a flush of heat creeps up your spine and your mind blanks.
If you were a little bit more lucid, you would have registered how absolutely insane it is that one single look from him is enough to turn you on. Instead, all you can focus on is how enticing his calculating stare is.
"Your shirt is on backwards," he says then, and you flush once more—this time in embarrassment.
"What—" You begin, looking down in panic. "Oh. Haha, really funny Kim Seungmin."
Your shirt is, in fact, not on backwards. The smirk stretched across his face when you look back up tells you that Seungmin definitely knew that.
You can't find it in yourself to be annoyed at him when he looks so good, so instead of yelling at him the way you would have it if it had been anyone else (ahem, Hwang Hyunjin), you opt to take a seat next to him instead.
For your own mental sanity, you maintain at least a few inches of distance between you, even as you pull your legs onto the cushions and burrow your way deeper into the sofa.
"Do you want to watch something?" Seungmin asks.
"Sure," you nod. "Anything good on?"
You don't actually care what you watch—he could put on anything for all you cared. Knowing you, you were going to spend the entire time trying not to focus on him anyways.
He says something about some new reality show and you agree immediately. Before you know it, the two of you are three episodes deep and somehow, equally invested in the messy relationships.
It's right as the tension of the episode reaches the peak that the lock of the front door turns.
"Hey guys!" Changbin strolls in, a grin on his face and a takeout bag in his hands.
Seungmin barely nods in acknowledgement. You, on the other hand, leap up from the couch immediately when Hyunjin and his stupid face come into view.
"You."
"Yes?" He responds, unaffected by the way you are glaring at him.
"I'm going to kill you," your murderous gaze narrows.
"Hey now," Jisung interrupts, popping up from behind Hyunjin. "That's not very nice—"
"Nobody asked you," you turn your glare on him, effectively shutting him up.
Changbin plops down on the couch next to Seungmin, offering the takeout bag to him. Jisung, afraid of your rampage, scurries after him, leaving you and Hyunjin alone in the kitchen.
"Where the fuck did you put my clothes, asshole?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he shrugs at you.
In the background, the hum of the TV is loud enough to drown out Changbin's voice.
"Really?"
Hyunjin raises a brow at you, giving you a once over. "Well, you seem to have found clothes somewhere. I don't see what the big deal is."
You gasp.
"Hwang Hyunjin, did you do this on purpose?"
"...I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Yes," you say, noticing the red tinge to his ears. "You do!"
"Okay, fine!" He bursts. "You and Seungmin have been so irritating, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. Sue me!"
You are silent for a moment.
"And how exactly does stealing my fucking clothes equate to taking matters into your own hands?"
"Oh, I don't know," he says sarcastically. "How does leaving you, naked, alone with Seungmin factor into my plan to make you seduce him?"
You gape at Hyunjin.
"Literally what the fuck goes on inside your head?"
He glares at you. "I can't believe I set up the perfect scenario for you guys and you still managed to fumble the bag! What do I have to do, fuck Seungmin for you too?"
"Not fair," you pout. "At least let me fuck him first."
"What—?" Hyunjin chokes. "That's like, exactly what I'm trying to make you do!"
You roll your eyes. "Okay, yeah, but again, Seungmin is not into me."
"I don't understand," Hyunjin complains. "Nothing happened when we were gone? Like, for real?"
You think about how Seungmin didn't even spare you a second glance when you came out in nothing but a towel, how he barely even looked at you when he led you into his room.
"No," you roll your eyes. "Because, guess what? He's not into me!"
"But—"
"Which," you continue. "By the way, brings me back to my first point. Where the fuck did you put my clothes?"
"They're in the bathroom cupboard," he sighs finally.
You stare. "I literally could kill you right now."
"I don't understand, though..." He mutters to himself, still confused even when you turn to head back into the living room.
When you look up, you find that Seungmin's gaze is focused on you and Hyunjin, staring intently even as Changbin continues to talk to him.
And you swear—when his eyes meet yours and hold your gaze without flinching, your heart skips a little.
Only a little.
The next time you see Seungmin is a week later when Hyunjin tells you that clubbing is on the agenda for the night.
Enough time has passed that you are (mostly) no longer pissed at him for stealing your clothes and ditching you to get food, and so you agree without a second thought.
After all, any situation in which Kim Seungmin and alcohol are involved sounds like the situation for you.
When you arrive, you are greeted with a shot at the door (courtesy of Changbin) and a sloppy kiss to the forehead (courtesy of Jisung.) It is only the pregame and yet both of them are absolutely sloshed. The strobe lights have been pulled out of the closet and the music playing inside is so loud you could hear it down the hall when you were coming up.
"Oh, thank god," are the first words Hyunjin says to you when he finds you in the kitchen.
"Nice to see you too."
"Shut up," he waves you off. "That dress is, like, the only thing you've done right recently."
Your fingers automatically go to the hem of your short black dress. When you picked it out of your closet, you did think it was particularly cute, but something about the way he says that makes you worried.
"...What do you mean?"
Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "Black is Seungmin's favorite color. Maybe he'll finally get the hint tonight."
You stare at him.
"I'm so glad to have a friend like you."
"Thank you!" Hyunjin exclaims.
"If I ever feel delusional," you continue, patting him on the cheek. "All I have to do is look at you and then I remember there are people much worse off."
He gasps. "I'm not delusional!"
You reach out and grab Felix's arm right as he is passing by.
"Felix," you ask, "do you think Hyunjin is delusional?"
He looks at you, then Hyunjin, then back to you.
"Oh, most definitely."
"Traitor!" Hyunjin screeches as you let go of Felix and he walks away."
"Anyways," you roll your eyes. "What does one have to do to get a drink around here?"
"Did you say drink?"
As if summoned by your words, Seungmin appears behind you, holding a red solo cup in his hands. He offers it to you without a word, and both your heart and your pussy throb at the thoughtfulness of the gesture.
The visceral effect of his presence is only exacerbated by how fucking hot he looks—simple jeans and black t-shirt are somehow already a deadly combo on him, but today his hair is up and the unfiltered view of his forehead has your thighs clenching.
"Thanks," you say breathlessly.
Hyunjin looks at you in half-awe, half-disgust, as if he knows how such a simple action has you all hot and bothered. You take a deep breath in an attempt to steady yourself, but when you look down at the cup and see the pink liquid inside, you swear, you swoon.
Of course Seungmin had to be sexy and sweet by remembering your favorite drink.
"No problem," Seungmin responds. "Couldn't leave you without a drink if you plan on spending the night around Hyunjin."
"Good call," you nod seriously.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hyunjin pouts.
Seungmin shrugs his shoulders right as you say, "that you're fucking annoying."
"You guys always gang up on me," he sniffs. "You know what, I'm going to go somewhere where I'm actually appreciated."
He turns over his shoulder dramatically, glaring at the two of you as he goes, but the sly wink he throws at you right before storming off tells you all that you need to know.
"Glad to see that you haven't lost any more clothes recently," Seungmin says, his eyes trained on your black dress as he says it.
He leans against the counter behind him, a lazy smirk stretching across his lips. He looks so good right now that its hard to think—would he look this composed, this assured, while fucking you? Or maybe—
You take a quick sip of your drink to distract yourself.
"Who says I haven't?" You say over the rim of your cup after you swallow.
"Oh?"
You shrug even as our heart beats a mile a minute.
"I don't kiss and tell," you say.
For a moment, Seungmin doesn't do anything except watch you, his gaze piercing from under his eyelashes. The attention alone is enough to send tingles down your spine.
And then, he smiles.
"We'll see about that," he says.
You choke on your drink. "W-What?!"
Seungmin raises a brow. "I just meant that if you've lost any more clothing around here, I'm sure it will show up eventually."
Your face flushes.
"C'mon, losers!" Jisung hollers from the living room, saving you from having to come up with a response to that.
"The Uber's coming in five, we're doing shots before it gets here!"
You groan, the cup in your hands still heavy. "But I already—"
"Chug it!"
You pinch the bridge of your nose, pausing for a moment, but nonetheless do what he says. The sound of Seungmin's laughter accompanies the sharp sting of alcohol in your throat as it burns your throat.
Needless to say that by the time your group actually makes it down to the Uber, the liquor coursing through your veins has started to take effect.
That is probably why you don't notice the current dilemma facing you and your friends until it is too late.
"There's only four seats," you vaguely hear Hyunjin say.
"Someone's gonna have to sit on someone's lap," Changbin agrees.
Jisung, far more drunk than you, wiggles his eyebrows.
"All you had to do was ask," he grins, even as Changbin shove shim away.
The night is dark and cold, but you hardly feel it as you stare cluelessly out onto the lamplit street.
"What about the other Uber?" You ask, thinking about where Chan and the rest of your friends had disappeared to.
"Already left," Seungmin says.
A sneaky smile flashes across Jisung's face.
"Well ,you guys have fun figuring this out," he says gleefully as he climbs into the passenger seat before anyone can stop him.
Changbin sighs. "Well, I guess there's no choice. Hyunjin can sit on my lap."
Hyunjin scoffs, his face twisting as he opens the door to the backseat and shoves Changbin in. "As if!"
Changbin grumbles as he goes, but eventually concedes. Hyunjin follows suit, taking the middle seat.
Which leaves you and Seungmin as the only ones outside the car.
You reach for the door, about to climb in after Hyunjin, when it hits you—you, Seungmin, and only one available seat.
Fuck.
"Uhhh—" You begin, your eyes wide. "I—I can just—"
"You can sit on my lap," Seungmin interrupts.
Your jaw drops. "What?!"
"Unless you want me to sit on your lap?"
The look he gives you is half-teasing, half-reassuring. You bite your lip, considering your options. It isn't fair how he makes such a difficult choice sound so easy.
Eventually, though, you have no choice but to agree. Still, even when he gets into the car, you hesitate.
"Hurry up!" Hyunjin gripes from inside.
"Fine..." You mutter.
Your face blazes as you carefully climb in, barely breathing as you take a seat on the edge of Seungmin's lap.
The heat of his body sends you into overdrive and you barely notice when he pulls the door closed behind you. Blood thrums through your ears, loud enough to drown out the soft melody of whatever song is playing.
"A-Are you sure this is okay?" You crane your neck to look at him.
Seungmin huffs out a laugh.
"Yes. You can sit comfortably, I won't bite."
Even if he did, that wouldn't be a problem for you. Then again, nothing he could do would be a problem for you...
The car eases into drive and you scoot back a little in an effort to relax. You are still gingerly perched on the edge of his lap, however, no matter how hard you try.
Eventually, Seungmin just sighs and wraps his arm around your abdomen, pulling you so that your back is flush with his chest.
"Better, right?" His breath tickles your neck, and you swear, your heart stops beating.
"What's wrong?" He asks innocently, as if he has notices the visceral reaction.
"N-Nothing!" You squeak.
To your right, Hyunjin and Changbin have started bickering. In the front, Jisung has struck up a conversation with the driver about God knows what.
Even though you are surrounded by your friends, it feels as if you are caught in a bubble, just you and Seungmin. It is strangely intimate, and the thought only sends a food of heat through your core.
The drive is ten minutes at most, and yet it feels like a lifetime—both excruciating and delicious as you squirm on Seungmin's lap.
The issue isn't that you aren't enjoying this. On the contrary, the issue is that you are probably enjoying this a bit too much. All you want to do is turn around kiss Seungmin senseless, to beg him to have his way with you. But—despite how much Hyunjin might claim it to be true—there is no way that Seungmin is into you like that.
Even now, the arm wrapped around your waist remains respectful, barely touching you. He doesn't seem flustered the slightest by your proximity... Not the way you do.
The alcohol running through your veins does nothing to help your overthinking or your horniness. It is a weight off your shoulders (and Seungmin's lap) when you finally arrive at the club.
"Woah—" Seungmin starts when you almost fall onto the pavement in your haste to get off of his lap. "Are you okay?"
"Yup!" Your face is ablaze once more, this time with embarrassment.
It is only by sheer luck that the other guys arrived earlier than you and are almost at the front of the line to get into the club. You almost cry when you see Chan—because it means less time waiting outside in the cold, and it means more distance between you and Seungmin before you accidentally do something bad, like try to jump his bones.
"Shot?" You ask Chan when you finally make it through the doors.
"Uh..." He looks around, but the rest of the guys have already branched off through the strobe-lit club, leaving the two of you alone.
"Yeah, sure."
"Great!" You grin, wrapping your hand around his wrist and dragging him towards the bar.
The bass of some awful EDM song thrums straight through your chest, practically shaking the walls as Chan orders from the bartender. You are too busy looking around to pay attention to what he asks for—you have never been to this club before, and everything is new.
The walls are a melting mural of neon colors, a balcony overlooks the dance floor a few feet away, and there is even a clear slide that snakes through the club.
On the opposite side of the room, across a sea of people, you spot Seungmin and Hyunjin. They are on the outskirts of the crowd, drinks already in their hands, and your heart leaps into your throat.
Even from so far away, Seungmin looks good. Great, even. Yummy might be the right word to describe it, actually...
"So..." Chan interrupts you from your daydreams, handing you a cup.
Your eyes light up and you down the shot in one go. The burn is barely there, masked by the smooth, buttery taste of butterscotch.
"You and Seungmin, huh?"
"What?"
Chan frowns. "Isn't there something going on there?"
"Uh..." You narrow your eyes. "Did Hyunjin say something to you?"
"No? You both just spend so much time staring at each other, so I assumed..."
"Stoooop," you pout. "Don't say things like that. You're going to get my hopes up."
"Say things like what?" Chan asks cluelessly.
You are half-tempted to order another drink, but the edges of your vision have already begun to blur, and you know it probably isn't the best idea.
"Chan," you sigh. "I'm already delusional enough. Why does everyone keep trying to convince me that Seungmin is into me?"
"...Because he is?"
To his credit, Chan doesn't sound half as annoying as Hyunjin when he says it.
"Stop it," you frown.
"Hey, I'm sorry," he says immediately. "We can, um, like, dance or something?"
You nod. "Yup. Dancing! I love dancing."
In truth, you don't care much about dancing, but this is a club and you are just drunk enough that your limbs feel weightless, and you have the strange feeling that you might be able to float if you tried hard enough.
Chan is skeptical as he follows you onto the dance floor, but he remains silent nonetheless. The heat of the crowd is electrifying, and coupled with the drunken haze you have slipped in, you feel invincible.
You roll your hips in time with the music, laughing carelessly as people jostle you from all sides. Chan looks worried as you grab his hand.
"C'mon, let loose a little!"
"I don't—" He begins, but the rest of his words are drowned out when the music picks up, blasting even louder through the speakers.
And yet, even as you try your hardest to stop thinking about Seungmin, he remains at the forefront of your mind. Despite your best efforts, you find your gaze drawn towards his corner of the club.
Only—this time when you look at him, you find Seungmin staring back. His dark gaze is piercing even at such a distance and your breath catches in your throat. Even when he realizes you are looking, too, he doesn't look away.
Slowly, he takes a sip of his drink. When he pulls the cup away, the edge of his lips are curved up. you aren't sure why, but such a simple action sends a thrill down your spine.
Your eyes remain on Seungmin as you continue to dance, distracted by the promising look in his eyes. They remain on Seungmin even when someone approaches you, a flirty smile on his face.
"Hey," the guy grins.
"Hi," you say, dragging your gaze away from Seungmin after a long moment.
The guy in front of you is tall and—if you weren't so deeply obsessed with another man (Kim Seungmin)—you would probably think he was cute, too.
"D'you want to dance?" He asks.
"Already am," you giggle.
"I know," he says bashfully. "Just thought it might be more fun if you were doing it with me."
You shrug, a wide smile still across your face. He takes a step closer to you, close enough that you can see the light smattering of freckles across his nose. Emboldened, you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck. Any distraction from Seungmin is a welcome distraction, and, well, at least this one seems fun.
The guy takes the opportunity to place his hands on your hip, just low enough to be flirty but not low enough to be indecent.
The crowd surges and he stumbles forward, his lithe body pressing against yours.
"So," he asks in your ear. "D'you come here often?"
You laugh, and he has the decency to look embarrassed.
"Not like that! Just—I haven't seen you here before, is all."
"It's my first time."
The music changes tempo, slowing down to a sultry electro-beat.
"Well, I'm glad you came out tonight," he says. "What's your name?"
"Hmm..."
Instead of answering, you unwrap your arms and take his hands into yours, turning around so that you don't have to look at his face. You then take his hands and place them back on your hips.
"Thought you wanted to dance, not talk," you tease.
"Touché," he leans in. His breath is warm as it ghosts your neck, and the familiar sensation brings you back to the car earlier. Thoughts of Seungmin, and his lap, and you on his lap, and him under you, blossom in your mind. Your chest grows uncomfortably warm and against your will, your eyes trail to where he had been standing before.
Your heart stutters when you find him still watching you.
His expression is blank, a puzzling inscrutable look that sends your mind spiraling, and yet his eyes remain on you.
You are astutely aware of the distance between the two of you, even as the blood thrumming through your ears dulls your senses. The only thing you are aware of is his stony gaze. You hardly even notice when the guy behind you asks if something is wrong.
"Sorry..." you say distractedly. "I think I'm, um, going to go to the bathroom..."
"Oh, yeah, of course—"
You don't wait for an answer before disappearing into the crowd. It baffles you how you can feel Seungmin's gaze follow you even now.
Your horny thoughts and confused feelings swim through your head, a nasty cocktail of anxiety that is amplified by the alcohol. A bathroom break is exactly what you need—oh, how you wish tonight was a girl's night instead. They would know what to do in this situation, but alas, your only point of reference is Hyunjin...
Yeah, you would rather fend for yourself at that point.
The corridor leading to the bathroom snakes around the back of the club and is considerably more quiet than out in the main room. The muffled bass matches the padding of your footsteps as you continue down the hall.
You stumble slightly when you turn the corner, bumping into a firm, warm body.
"Oh—" You let out when large hands reach out to steady you.
"Sorry about..." the words die on your lips when you look up to find Seungmin staring down at you.
The same expressionless look is still on his face, but up close, you can see his eyes more clearly—how dark they are, piercing, but something more too.
"Y/N," the curve of your name on his lips sends a shock through your system.
"Seungmin," you breathe.
"You okay?" He asks gently.
"Hmm?"
"That guy," he clarifies. "Was he bothering you?"
Seungmin's face remains impassive as he asks, but the way he chews on his bottom lip catches your attention. It seems almost as if he is on edge about something... But what?
"Who?" you ask, momentarily stunned. "Oh! No, he wasn't bothering me."
Seungmin nods once, releasing his lip from where it was snagged between his teeth. Almost imperceptibly, his shoulders relax.
"Okay, that's good."
"Seungmin..." You narrow your eyes. "Were you worried about me?"
His lips purse into a thin line. A moment elapses where he remains silent, and an elated gasp bursts from your lips.
"Oh my god, you were!"
"Didn't know it's surprising that I care about the safety of one of my friends..."
"Nooo, it's sweet that you care!" You coo. "But we were just dancing!"
"I wouldn't call that just dancing," Seungmin mutters.
"What is that supposed to mean?" You pout.
He just shrugs, not responding.
If you didn't know better, you would say that Seungmin is jealous. But of what? Your head spins and all you can think is how good he looks like this—mildly annoyed, dressed to impress, towering over you. And his hands are still on your waist, which really isn't helping your current situation.
"Seungmin..." You begin. "This is going to sound really crazy, but I have a question for you."
"Everything you say sounds crazy."
"...I'm going to ignore that."
He bites back a smile.
"Do you..." You hesitate. "Are you—or, well, would you say that you—y'know, are interested in me?"
"What?"
"It's just that Hyunjin has been telling me for ages that you like me," you blabber. "At least, that you like me the way that I like you, but that's not possible right? I'm probably just making things up in my head—"
"I do," Seungmin interrupts.
"See, that's what I—wait, what?"
"I do like you," he says.
Your jaw drops. "Like... as a friend?"
"As more."
He says it so casually you think you have misheard him.
"B-But—you've never shown any interest in me!"
He rolls his eyes. "Yes I have. It's not my fault you're so oblivious."
"No I'm not."
"You were eye-fucking me from across the room all night and I was reciprocating," Seungmin says.
"Don't be mean!" You squeal.
His eyes are bright as he takes a step towards you.
"You love it," he murmurs.
Your face warms and you take a step back, the feeling of the cool wall behind you soothing the heat flowing through your body.
"You're... you're not joking with me, are you?"
"I've been dropping hints for literally months," he laughs.
"Seungmin..." You breath. "Can I ask you another question?"
He raises a brow.
"Can I kiss you?"
"I don't know," he teases, his eyes flickering down to your lips. "Can you?"
"You're so annoying," you gripe, pushing yourself up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck.
"Now who's not being nice?"
He leans down, his breath fanning over your face. Your heart thrums loudly in your chest, and in the background the music from the dance floor changes again right as you lean up and press your lips against Seungmin's.
The kiss is wet and hot as you move your mouth against his, savoring the feel of his plush lips under yours. He tastes of vodka and mint, a strange combination that has you pressing further into him. You lick a strip against the seam of his lips in hopes of deepening the kiss, but Seungmin teases you, pulling back so that your lips are barely touching.
A breathy whine escapes you as you chase his lips. His hands on your hips tighten, holding you in place.
"Min," you pout, your mouth only centimeters from his.
"So needy," he says.
You nod your head eagerly, and Seungmin seems satisfied by your easy admission.
His teeth snag on your bottom lip as he kisses you again, sucking against it in way that feels so delicious you can't stop the moan that bubbles up inside you. Your mouth parts slightly and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, moving so perfectly against yours that your legs shake.
Seungmin's grip on you is the only thing keeping you upright as he crowds you against the wall, kissing you methodically in a way that has you thinking he has perfected the art of kissing. His hips rut slightly against you, the outline of his hard length pressing deliciously against your stomach.
His mouth works its way from your mouth down the column of your neck, and you pant as he licks and bites at your skin. Your legs rub together, your underwear uncomfortably wet.
"Hey, there you are, I've been—" a voice interrupts. Seungmin's mouth pulls away from your skin.
You open your half-lidded eyes just in time to see Chan rounding the corner. He freezes in his path when he sees the way the two of you are wrapped around each other, his face paling.
"Um..." you begin.
"I didn't see anything," Chan says, lifting his hand to shield his eyes. "I didn't see anything!"
"We were just making out," Seungmin rolls his eyes, his grip bruising on your hips. "No need to be so dramatic."
"Well," Chan clears his throat. "Um, carry on. I'm—leaving."
"Yes, please do."
"Seungmin!" You hiss.
He just shrugs, not even bothering to look ashamed. He remains pressed against you even after Chan practically sprints down the hall, taking a moment to look at you while considering what to do next.
When he finally pulls away, though, Seungmin looks as composed as ever. The only indication that he had been seconds away from making you come untouched a few feet away from the club bathroom are his swollen lips and his blown out pupils. It sends a shot of arousal through your core when he grabs your hand and says simply, “let’s go.”
“What?” You ask, the haze of lust over you clouding your senses.
He raises a brow. “Are you into exhibitionism?”
“…No?” You respond, confused.
“Then let’s go,” he tugs. “Because I’m five seconds away fucking you right here for everyone to see.”
“Oh,” you breath, your thighs clenching.
“Unless you don’t want that,” he says, completely serious.
“N-No,” you shake your head. “I want it!”
His mouth lifts in a wicked smirk. “Desperate, are we?”
You hardly notice as he leads you away from the bathroom and out of the club, nor when he orders the Uber back. Your mind is too clouded by the thoughts of Seungmin fucking you and, more pressingly, the way his thumb rubs soothingly over the back of your hand as the two of you wait outside.
It has your heart swelling and makes you want to get down on your knees and show how much you appreciate him. Instead, you decide to exercise self control and instead stare longingly at him with a pout on your face.
“What’s wrong?” Seungmin asks.
“Nothing,” you mumble.
“Really?”
You nod, the cool night breeze nipping at your arms.
“I don’t believe you,” he tells you.
Seungmin’s eyes are dark as he leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“How can I give you what you want if you don’t ask for it, baby?”
Your breath catches in your throat and your eyes are wide when he pulls away, an innocent smile on his face.
“Maybe if you beg, I’ll give it to you. Maybe.”
You are saved from responding by the car that pulls up to the curb. Seungmin, like the perfect gentleman, opens the door for you and lets you slide into the car first. Dumbstruck by his words, you stare blankly at him, before finally noticing that the Uber is here.
The entire drive back, Seungmin doesn’t touch you once. He barely even looks at you, in fact. Your underwear is drenched, you can see the outline of his dick through his pants, and yet he pretends like the two of you are nothing more than friends, even as you squirm impatiently next to him.
It’s humiliating how much his indifference turns you on. Seungmin is already edging you, and he hasn’t even laid a hand on you.
Even as you ride the elevator up to his apartment, he remains two feet away from you. The silence is suffocating and heady at the same time.
Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest as Seungmin opens the apartment door. He is unhurried, languid even as he slides his shoes off of his feet and places his keys on the counter.
The thrill of knowing he is most definitely going to fuck you senseless tonight, even as he does something as mundane as washing his hands, is almost too much for you to handle. Almost. You feel on the precipice of bursting, of falling to your knees and begging for him.
“Do you want something to drink?” Seungmin asks as you perch on one of the barstools.
You shake your head and then watch as he pours you a glass of water and hands it to you anyways.
His eyes watch you expectantly and you drink it without a word. The water is refreshing after the club, and you find yourself feeling much more sober after the drive back.
“So,” he says, still standing on the opposite side of the counter as you. “Aren’t you going to apologize?”
“Apologize…?” You ask, confused.
“For being such an attention whore earlier.”
Your lips part in astonishment, and yet you can’t help the rush of heat that floods your core.
“I-I wasn’t—”
He raises a brow, and you fall silent immediately.
“I guess you just can’t help it,” Seungmin says.
He steps out from behind the counter, holding his hand out for yours.
“We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?”
You stare at his hand for only a second before placing yours into it.
“Are you…” Seungmin begins. “Are you sure you want this?”
“I do,” you say shyly. He looks at you for a long moment before sighing, leading you out of the kitchen.
“Green is for if you’re doing okay,” he says as he pulls you into the bedroom, “and red if you need me to stop. If it gets too much, just say the word. Okay?”
You nod when he sits down on the bed, perfectly made, and he shakes his head.
“Use your words. I know you can.”
“Yes,” you breathe, standing in the space between his thighs.
“Good,” he says. “But it’s not going to be too much, is it?”
You shake your head shyly.
“You still haven’t apologized,” Seungmin says, placing one hand on your hips.
“F-For what?”
“For that stunt back at the club, hmm?” He asks, the other hand still entwined with yours.
“What was that? You like me,” he mocks, “but you were ready to fuck anybody who gave you a chance, huh? Are you that easy?”
“No,” you shake your head, a pout on your lips.
“Really?” He scoffs. “You’re such a slut, I bet you would do this f0r anyone else.”
“Would not,” you insist, eyes wide as you look down at him. “Only for you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true!” You insist. “Only you.”
“Hmm,” he clicks his tongue. “Prove it.”
His gaze is calculating and cold as he looks at you, and it makes your mind hazy.
“Prove this cock is the only one you want. And you better make it believable.”
He takes his hands off of you and places them on the bed beside him. His words have you sinking to the floor slowly, falling to your knees.
Your hands drift up to his pants, hovering over the zipper. Wordlessly, your eyes look up to him for permission, but he doesn’t say anything as he stares down at you.
After a moment of hesitation, you slowly drag the zipper of his jeans downwards. One of your hands drifts to palm over the bulge in his pants. You consider your method of action before finally deciding to reach into his boxers.
It is awkward, pulling his dick out while he just sits there and watches you, but there is something enticing about the humiliation of it. You can feel yourself growing more wet, and your mouth waters when you take your first look at him. He is long and hard and pretty, and your breath catches in your throat.
Curiously, one hand holds him by the base while the other swipes an exploratory thumb over the head. You look up to see Seungmin with the same expression, almost bored.
Still, he doesn’t say anything as you continue to get a feel for him.
He is so warm and firm in your hands, and you are having so much fun with your light touches—but you have something to prove. You give him one more pump before leaning down and spitting.
The spit dribbles out of your mouth and onto him as you look up again, making eye contact with Seungmin. Then, still looking at him, you place a small peck on the head of his cock. The salty taste of his precum invades your sense and sends your mind haywire. Emboldened, you wrap your lips around him, suckling the head lightly before taking him as far as you can into your mouth.
He is so long that you can’t fit him all, gagging as he hits the back of your throat, and your hands reach up to wrap around the rest of him. The only indication that he feels anything is his dark pupils, but it is enough to motivate you to continue.
Ignoring the burn in your throat, you bob your head on his length, building up a steady pace with your hands and your mouth. The room is silent except for the lewd sounds you make, sucking and squelching as you work. The noises are so erotic they send heat flushing through you, and you clench your thighs together in an attempt to ease the pressure.
The silence is interrupted by the buzz of a cell phone. You pull mostly off of his dick, swirling your tongue around the head. Seungmin reaches for his phone and you release him with a pop.
The phone continues to buzz, and he turns his gaze down on you.
“Did I say you could stop?”
Your face flushes and then his cock is in your mouth again. Your eyes look up at him, but instead of saying anything more, Seungmin swipes right on the call and lifts his phone to his ear.
“Hello?”
You freeze. On the other end of the line, music blares and the fuzzy sound of someone talking reaches your ears.
Seungmin keeps the phone against his ear with one hand while he reaches the other down, placing it on the back of your head and pushing you forcefully further down his cock. The sudden movement has you gagging, a choked noise coming from the back of your throat.
“Calm down,” Seungmin sighs. “I already left.”
You inhale deeply through your nose, trying your best to remain still. Seungmin, of course, has a different idea, and pulls you off for a moment so you can catch your breath, before pushing you down his cock once again.
“Yes, Hyunjin,” he rolls his eyes. “You’re the one who left me for some girl, remember?”
Your eyes water as you choke on his length, overwhelmed by the feeling of him in your mouth.
“Y/N?” Seungmin says then, looking down at you. “Yeah, I took her home with me.”
You whimper around him, gaze blurry as you look into his eyes.
Another moment passes before he eases you off of him again.
“Okay, bye Hyunjin,” Seungmin says. He ends the call and then tosses his phone away.
His attention turns downwards to you, readjusting his grip on your head. His hand grabs a fistful of your hair, wrapping it around his fingers, and then he yanks so that you are looking up at him.
“You couldn’t even do that right, huh?” Seungmin asks. “I thought I asked you prove that you want this cock.”
“I do,” you whine. “Please.”
Instead of responding, Seungmin positions you so that your mouth is once again over his dick. His grip on your hair is tight enough to sting, but the pain mixes with the pleasure to make a heady concoction of horniness.
Then, he pushes you down. He inhales sharply when your gagging around his cock turns into a drawn out moan, and then pulls you up. His dick twitches in your mouth when you tongue at the slit on the head, and he pushes you down once again.
Seungmin builds a torturous and steady pace, fucking himself with your mouth as you gag and moan around him. The way he uses you is so sexy that you can’t help but sneak one hand downwards towards your soaked center.
Your dress has bunched up on your waist, which makes it easier for you to slip your hand into your panties and touch yourself. You rub your clit at the same pace he fucks your mouth, sending tendrils of pleasure all throughout your body.
It is only when your moans slowly devolve into whines that he notices.
He pulls you off, his hand leaving the back of your head to smooth down your hair in a surprisingly tender gesture.
“What are you doing?” Seungmin asks softly, cupping your jaw.
Your hand stills.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
“N-No, but—”
“Up,” he offers you his hand. On shaky knees, you rise to your feet.
“Clothes off,” he demands, sneaking one finger beneath the band of your underwear and pulling it back so it snaps against your skin.
Your face blazes when he stares at you expectantly. Slowly, your hand reaches up to push the straps of your dress off your shoulder. You shimmy it down your waist, letting it fall into a heap on the floor and leaving you in just your underwear.
Your fingers trail down to the waistband, but you hesitate, feeling shy under his gaze.
“Color?”
“Green,” you tell him, and then take your panties off too.
Seungmin nods in approval as his eyes darken, but his gaze remains firmly trained on your face. It is almost as if he is punishing you and himself by refusing to look at your body.
“Come here,” he motion. Obediently, you pad over to him.
His hands rise to your hips, pulling you down onto his lap. A yelp leaves your lips as he pushes your core over his right thigh, your feet folding under you onto the bed.
“Since you’re so desperate to get off that you can’t even wait for me,” he says, one finger tipping your chin upwards so that your eyes are level with his. “Get off like this.”
You whimper, squirming under his gaze and he raises an eyebrow.
“Ride my thigh, and maybe we’ll see if you deserve to come.”
As if to prove a point, his hands on your hips pull you closer to him, and the delicious drag of your clit against his thigh has your mouth parting with a breathy moan.
Of their own accord, your hands rise to grip his shoulders. Your fingertips press into the divot of his collarbone as you roll your hips slowly against his thigh. His dick, hard and wet from your mouth, is pressed against his shirt by the waistband of his pants. It doesn’t escape you that he is fully dressed while you are completely naked.
The creases of his pant leg create a delicious friction that has you whimpering as you begin to move your hips faster, using your hold on his shoulders as leverage to press your cunt against him. You are so wet—have been since he first kissed you in the club, especially when you had your mouth on him—and you can feel your slick accumulating below you.
You’re too embarrassed to look down but you know, undeniably, that there must be a dark, wet spot on his pants. At some point, the thought of embarrassment fades away as the pleasure begins to build, a slow cresting wave inside the pit of your stomach.
You roll your hips against him faster, sloppier, and you bit your lip to stifle the loud whines leaving your mouth.
“Look at you,” Seungmin murmurs. “Making such a mess on my pants. So desperate, hmm?”
“Mhm,” you moan in affirmation.
His arm wraps around your back, pulling you closer to him. Your chest presses against his and your hands go from his shoulders to loop around his neck as you bury your face into his neck.
“Feels good?” He asks mockingly.
You nod without lifting your face.
“I’m not even doing anything and you’re already so fucked out,” he sighs. “Could you come like this?”
“Yes,” you whimper, “yes, please.”
His hand wraps around the nape of your neck and pulls you back, forcing your face right in front of his.
“You’re going to come without me?” He pouts.
“Please…” Your eyes glaze over, the precipice of your orgasm so close that you can taste it. Every nerve is on fire, your cunt clenching on nothing.
“I’ll let you choose,” he says. “Come now and we can wash up after. Or hold it, and I’ll fuck you the way you need it.”
“Min,” you whine.
“Choose,” Seungmin breathes, his hands taking over for you as he grinds you down against his thigh. “Or I’ll choose for you.”
“Ngh,” you choke. “T-The… oh, the… The second one!”
He smiles at your answer. And then, instead of pulling you off his lap like you think he is going to, he begins to move your hips faster, pressing his thigh upwards to provide even more pressure to your clit.
“Seung—” you start, a loud moan escaping your mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure excruciating, and your orgasm hurdles even closer than before. Your moan devolves into a high pitched whine.
“N-No,” you whimper. “I’m going to—g-going to, mmmph.”
You squeeze your eyes shut and Seungmin laughs in your ears.
“You’re going to come?” He says. “You don’t want me to fuck you?”
“I do,” you whine pathetically. “Please, don’t—”
“It’s your choice, remember? If you don’t want to come, then hold it.”
You shake your head. “I c-can’t.”
Your thighs clench, your climax building inside of you.
“Hold it.”
Your breath comes out in pants, and you try to think of the unsexiest thing you can, you try to ignore the solid feeling of his thigh underneath you—you try your hardest to not come.
Seungmin continues to move you against him, but his pace slows down until he is barely dragging your messy cunt over his thigh.
Eventually, he stops completely, watching as you quake in his lap.
“Good girl,” he coos, and he sounds both condescending and comforting. A hand lifts to cup your face, running a thumb soothingly over your face.
You can hardly focus on anything more than his touch, still quaking from the after effects of your almost orgasm. Your mind is blank, a resolute desperation worming its way into your heart as Seungmin lifts you off of his lap and lays you down on the bed.
You watch through glassy eyes as he pulls his shirt off in one motion before his hands go to the waistband of his pants.
“You did so good for me,” Seungmin praises. “So obedient, hmm? Didn’t know you could do that. I guess a little desperation works wonders.”
You moan at his words, watching as he pulls his pants and boxers off, leaving him just as naked as you. He produces a condom, unwrapping it in a record time, and you push yourself up onto your elbows to watch him slowly roll it onto his hard length.
Your mouth waters again at the sight of it. He felt so big and full in your mouth, so you can’t help but wonder how he will feel inside your cunt. A gush of wetness floods you, and your pussy throbs at the thought of it.
It’s painful, how slowly he moves as he situates himself in between your legs. You push yourself up further and use your hands to pull your legs apart, watching as his dick gets closer and closer to where you want him the most.
He holds himself by the base, and then in one fluid motion, pushes himself all the way into you.
A long moan escapes your lips at the sudden fullness and you collapse flat onto your back, the pure bliss of how hot and big he is inside of you taking over every sense.
“So tight,” Seungmin grunts, bottoming out.
You nod your head quickly, not really processing what he says.
He pulls out completely, before pushing into you again. This time, it feels even better than the first as the ridges of his cock slide against your walls. You moan again, this time louder.
“Feel good?” He asks, building a slow and torturous pace that has your eyes rolling back into your head.
“S-Soooo good,” you whine.
Seungmin’s movements are sharp and controlled, rolling into you with precise depth and force. It is like he knows what you need before you even say it, the head of his cock rubbing against the bundle of nerves inside of you.
His thrust speed up and a string of whimpers, each louder than the previous, fall out of your mouth. The orgasm you had been denied of begins to bubble up inside of you again, this time somehow warmer and more consuming than before. It feels like liquid fire as it burns through your veins, mounting higher and higher still.
You have no control over the noises escaping your lips, a combination of loud whines and moans as Seungmin continues to fuck you so good you see stars behind your eyelids.
He’s quiet as he fucks you, but the few pants and moans that slip out as he rolls his hips against you are the hottest things you have ever heard. He sounds so pretty as he fucks you, and the image of his furrowed brow, his bitten lips, his sweaty hair—its enough to almost push you over the edge.
A particularly deep thrust has you moaning loudly, your mouth falling open.
“You’re so fucking loud,” Seungmin grunts, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip. “Shut up.”
His words have the opposite of their desired effect as you whimper at the dark tone of his voice. At the noise, his eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in them.
“I said,” he pushes the thumb past your lips into your mouth. “Shut up.”
You nod, your lips wrapping obediently around his finger.
Your tongue swipes over the pad of his thumb right as he resumes his deathly pace, breathing heavily through his nose. His face remains stubbornly blank except for the slight crease of his forehead.
Trying your hardest to keep your moans down, you suckle on his finger like you had his cock earlier, and he moans quietly at the feeling. The sound spurs you on, and you bite down lightly on it.
Seungmin pulls the thumb out of your mouth and moves his hand downwards, pressing unforgivingly against your clit. He doesn’t move it, only applying pressure and he continues to fuck you, but the feeling is enough to push you close to the edge.
“Close?” He asks.
You nod, unable to form the words as your lips part. Your eyes are glassy and your expression fucked out as your brain struggles to catch up with your body.
“Say it,” Seungmin hisses through his teeth and you whine.
“Aw, are you being fucked too dumb to speak?” He coos, and you nod again.
“Nope. Not good enough,” he tsks, pulling his finger away from you. “Beg me to come, or don’t come at all.”
“P-please!” You cry out finally, clenching down on him as he moves.
“Hmm.”
“Please, Min, please. L-Let me come, oh—”
“Well,” he pants. “Since you asked so nicely."
Seungmin thrusts speed up, deeper and sloppier in the most delicious way, but what ends up pushing you over the edge is when he leans down and captures your lips with his, his tongue moving in a messy kiss against yours.
He swallows your whimpers as you come, fucking you deep through you orgasm as your cunt spasms around him, and then with one harsh grunt, he comes a moment later.
You collapse boneless on the bed, your legs still twitching as you come down from your orgasm, and Seungmin slumps over you, his sweaty body a comforting weight on your chest.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, still the endorphins lighting up even the very tips of your fingers.
“Are you okay?”
Seungmin’s question is half-worried, an amusing juxtaposition to the way he was just fucking you.
“Yes,” you laugh. “I’m better than okay.”
He frowns at you, his bangs plastered over his forehead, and then he pushes himself off of you.
“Noooooo,” you moan. “Come back.”
“I will,” he says gently. “Just give me a moment.”
You lay there, cold and tired, as Seungmin disappears into the bathroom. He comes back with a wet towel and kneels at the foot of the bed, gently wiping you down.
“You—”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks. “I didn’t do too much, did I?”
You push yourself up, a hand lifting to caress his jaw as he focuses on his task.
“Seungmin, I’m fine, really.”
“Really?”
“That was the best sex of my life, so yeah.”
He purses his lips. “…Okay.”
“And besides,” you say, pulling him up from the ground onto the bed besides you. “Do you think I suck dick like that for just anyone?"
“Well….” He trails off bashfully.
“The answer is no,” you giggle. “Now come here and cuddle me!”
He lets out an annoyed huff, but listens anyways, climbing onto the bed and pulling the covers over the two of you before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
“By the way,” you begin. “If I haven’t said it already, I like you Seungmin. I really like you.”
A soft smile stretches across his lips. “I really like you.”
Seungmin presses a kiss against your hair. The sound of his heartbeat echoes in your ears and serves as the soundtrack playing as you fall asleep.
And the next morning, after Seungmin eats you out and then fucks you, when you come out of his room wearing nothing but his shirt, Hyunjin almost weeps.
"Finally!"
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