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No Secrets
Pairing: Seungmin x Fem Reader
Summary: The phrase ‘no secrets' is echoing in Seungmin’s ears. That’s the one rule in your friendship. Communicate and be honest. However, Seungmin has one secret. A big dirty secret. He’s not sure he can come clean about it.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI due to adult content. Voyeurism, masturbation, brief use of toys, unprotected sex, and ruined orgasms.
Word Count: 3,000 and some change.
Author’s Note: I just wanted an excuse to write a perv best friend Seungmin. 🤷♀️ Again, just trying to clear out some shorter fics of the drafts so I can focus on the longer ones.
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The phrase ‘no secrets’ is echoing in Seungmin’s ears. That’s the one rule in your friendship. Communicate and be honest. However, Seungmin has one secret. A big dirty secret. He’s not sure he can come clean about it. Truth be told, he can stop at any point. You haven’t caught on. He could pretend it never happened. Or if he confessed, he can say it only happened once. Even with those thoughts, something inside of him keeps him returning. There would be disgust if you found out. He’s sure of it.
Yet here he is, standing on the other side of the door of your shared bathroom. He’s quiet like a church mouse, leaning against the door to listen. The walls are paper thin in this old house. He’s surprised he can’t hear you from his bedroom.
He heard the vibrator first, followed by your sigh. Some nights you struggle to fall asleep and apparently getting off helps. Seungmin only found out because you sounded in pain one night. When he listened again to the noise, it was a moan. A moan that caused blood to rush straight to his cock. You sound so pretty when lost in pleasure.
Tonight is no different. Once again, he’s listening. His palm ghosting over the outline of his erection, straining in his clothing. He likes the idea of touching himself to the sound of your moans. Then he can blow his load in his boxers so he’s forced to endure the sticky mess till he can get a shower after you have fallen asleep. Makes that mix of shame and embarrassment better.
Seungmin knows it’s wrong, but it feels amazing. He can’t help it with you. Everything about you is perfect for him. His dream girl, the love of his life, the one he wants to do so much more with, but too terrified to take initiative. Everything you two have is wonderful where it’s at now. He can’t risk ruining years of friendship if he doesn’t confess his feelings.
The more he thinks about it, the more his self-control truly went out the window tonight. He’s ready to make matters potentially worse. Oh yes, this is a bad idea. He’s going to do it anyway. The handle is cold to the touch when he wraps a hand around it. Slowly, with surgical precision, he turns the knob enough to pull the door open a crack. He holds the door with his foot just in case it tries to move when he lets go.
The crack in the doorway is enough to peek into your room. Enough to see you sprawled out on your bed. Your shorts and underwear are in a pile still wrapped around an ankle while you bunched your shirt under your chin. You have your legs spread wide with a hand holding the toy to your clit. Seungmin has to sink his teeth into his tongue to stay quiet. The sight of your pussy aimed right at him is too much.
You are so wet. Seungmin can see your slit glistening from here. Even more when a hand sneaks down to slip a finger inside you. It should be his hands. You love his hands, telling him so every time you get a chance when harmlessly playing with them. He has longer fingers than yours. If you give him the chance, he can hit all the sensitive spots you can’t reach. Let them curl deep inside you till you beg for his cock.
Seungmin can feel the wet patch near the head of his cock. He’s leaking pre-cum already. You have barely started. He could probably get off now if he tries. He wants to wait though. To witness what else you do to make yourself come. Maybe he can time his to follow yours. He loves doing that.
The thought sinks in. He’s done this more than once and for a moment; the guilt is there. A best friend wouldn’t sneakily watch you get off. You call him the boy next door. The good boy that anyone would take home to meet their parents. He’s level headed, full-time job, and going to school to finish his degree. Much like you, he doesn’t smoke and only drinks socially. He’s clean, keeps to himself, and pays rent early. You trust him with your life. Always have. Still, he doesn’t move, continuing to watch you get off for the millionth time.
“Please. I just want to come.”
You sound desperate through your whining. Seungmin notices the tug on his heartstrings. For some unknown reason, you are struggling to get off tonight. It takes all his strength to not bust through the door and help you. Unfortunately, your reaction would differ from what he’s fantasizing about.
Your hips shift against the bed. The angle changes, allowing you to drive the toy further into your pussy. Your moan is deeper this time, sounding satisfied. “Oh, fuck. Right there.”
Seungmin releases a shaky breath. Not even realizing he was holding his breath. He’s ready to sell his soul to any deity to have the chance to bury his cock inside you. He knows it would be better than that damn toy. His cock aches now, too painful to ignore.
Finally, he sneaks a hand under his clothes. The mess of pre-cum isn’t enough lubrication to ease the abrasiveness of his hand. He doesn’t care. That intensity is building.
A needy whine leaves you. “Seungminnie, please. I’m so close.”
At that moment, Seungmin’s brain short circuits. His name; you moaned his name. He’s not even able to fully process what you said because he’s coming suddenly. The mess of fluids coats his fingers while he lets himself enjoy the momentary bliss. His eyes don’t leave you because seconds later your orgasm has peaked. Your moans fill the room as you frantically rock against the toy till you lose yourself in a post orgasm haze. This whole situation shouldn’t feel this good.
Seungmin quietly closes the door and takes a moment to collect himself. He presses his forehead against the cold wood door as he tries to understand what just happened. You moaned his name. He’s sure of it. There is no mistake. The question is, why him? His mind races at the possibilities. The two of you have been close for years, so maybe, just maybe, you are attracted to him. Well, obviously he thinks if you are moaning his name. A thought for later because he hears you get up from the bed. He takes a few quick strides to slip back into his room just in time for you to open the bathroom door.
It’s been two weeks since that night. Seungmin’s mind is clear and overwhelmed with his guilt. He’s done his best to keep up appearances, yet finds himself creating distance. He has no right to be around you. Not with how disgusting he is. You deserve better than him. The only problem is he doesn’t know how to tell you. He needs to clear his conscience. This isn’t a little fuck up. Nor is it him confessing his feelings. No, he knows what he did was wrong and without your consent. He’s a horrible person and a shitty best friend.
Seungmin is currently standing in the shared bathroom. Toothbrush in hand as he does his nightly routine. He’s glaring at himself in the mirror, still scolding himself. He almost gets lost in his mental battle till he hears you calling him from your room. “Minnie?”
“Yeah?” Seungmin says, waiting for you to go on, but your words don’t come. He takes a step closer to your door and peeks past, sticking his head in. He shouldn’t have. His eyes immediately lock with yours because if he looks anywhere else, he’s gonna get in trouble. The tank top you have on is thin. You usually only wear it as pajamas and Seungmin can understand why.
The light material has faded over time, becoming thin and see-through. The air conditioner is on in your room and your nipples are hard. He inwardly groans to himself. It’s pathetic how something so simple can turn him on. Truthfully, it’s not even the fact he can see them. It’s what he wants to do to you. One chance is all he needs. One chance to suck, nip, and tease your nipples till you are mewling under him. He sees how you react to your touch. It would be overwhelming if he’s the one playing with them.
There is a pout on your face and Seungmin already knows what you are going to ask. He waits for you to go on. Your voice is soft, almost as if you’re scared to ask him. “Can we cuddle? I need it after today.”
“Yeah. Give me a second.”
He answers without even thinking about it, slipping back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth. Eyes darting around as he tries to pull himself together. He should have said no, but it’s you. He can’t say no. He will do anything for you. Plus, you look so cute tonight.
Fuck.
Seungmin clings to the edge of the sink. Just cuddling. That’s all it is. You two do it all the time. However that’s not what the cuddle session is for him. It’s your body pressed against his. The smell of you all around him is like a comforting hug. It’s how soft your skin is under his fingers and the content sighs paired with a smile when you press yourself against him.
FUCK.
He’s getting hard already and all he’s doing is standing in the bathroom. The last thing you need is his dick pressed against you. Breathe. Deep breaths to calm down. A quick splash of cold water helps. It’s enough to shock him from his thoughts. He’s not allowed to enjoy this. Not after everything.
Seungmin is convinced he is dreaming. No way this is really happening as he walks back into your bedroom. Cuddling on the couch during a movie night is way different in your bed. He tries his best to hide his nervousness when slipping under the covers. You let him settle on his back and immediately curl up next to him with your head resting on his chest and an arm wrapped around his middle. This is manageable. He can handle this. Even if he is internally screaming at the situation.
He spoke too soon. You threw a leg over him to tangle yourself further against him. He’s wearing an old pair of gym shorts tonight, so there is more skin on skin contact compared to when he wears his pajama pants or sweatpants. Once again, Seungmin struggles to think of anything else but you.
Your voice brings him out of his thoughts. “This is nice. You’ve been so busy the last couple weeks and we haven’t had one-on-one time.”
“Yeah. Work has been hectic. It should calm down soon.”
“Good, because I was a little worried. You seemed so stressed. You know you can vent to me, right? Don’t have to keep everything bottled up.”
Seungmin doesn’t respond right away. Eyes glued to the ceiling, searching as he thinks. Now might not be the best time to confess, but he needs to. Because he has been bottling it up and he’s being suffocated. Before he knows it, his words come blurting out of his mouth. “I have to tell you something.”
“What is it?”
“I did something without your consent. Please, please don’t get mad.” He can hear the panic in his voice and hates it. You moved away from him to sit up, a confused look on your face. The longer Seungmin stares up at you, he can feel his heart beating fast. So fast it might burst out of his damn chest. He has to come clean and just accept the consequences. He’s prepared for the worst. A smack across the face, some yelling, and probably you telling him to get away from you. “I watched you touch yourself and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry-”
You cut him off, completely calm. “Minnie, I know.”
“What do you mean, you know?”
“I’m saying that was my plan. I didn’t stop you because I wanted you to see me.” Wait, what? Seungmin is fairly sure he responded out loud. He’s paralyzed while staring up at you in shock as you continue to talk. “It’s kinda dumb, but I found out you have a crush on me. I was hoping maybe this would push you to act on it. If you knew I wanted you, you’d say something.”
He’s too stunned to speak. That thought process is not what he was expecting in the slightest. Especially from you. There is no way to respond. Because normal people would communicate with each other. Normal people would confess their feelings. Not let a situation like this escalate.
“Plus, I like the idea of you watching. It’s hot. Did you even pick up on how perfectly sprawled out I was?”
He shakes his head, worried if he speaks he will swallow his tongue. Next thing he knows, you are on top of him, knees on either side of his hips. Your hands are playing with the bottom of his shirt, picking at the loose string. Now is when he catches on that all you are wearing is a shirt and a pair of panties. His cock is reacting to your proximity. You must notice it too, because you grind down against him.
“I’m not upset with you. The opposite, really. I’m happy you confessed. Now you can stop avoiding me.”
Seungmin tries to not think about your soft grinds against him. “Was it that noticeable?”
“A little.”
Silence falls between you two as you sit back on his thighs. Your hands cup at his growing erection. Teasing him to the point, he lifts his hips lightly to rut against your hands. You two should talk more and not be doing this. Yet Seungmin doesn’t have it in him to tell you to stop. That’s the last thing he wants.
Your touch is gentle when you pull his cock free from the confines of his clothing. “Mmm, I always knew you would have a beautiful cock.”
Seungmin panics when you move forward to hover over his cock. “What are you doing?”
“Gonna ride your cock. Unless you don’t want me to. Do you want me to stop?”
“No, but are you sure?”
“Of course I am. I’m being serious. If you don’t want to do this, you need to tell me.”
“I’m good to keep going. I’m just… Just surprised.”
“Why? That I want to feel your cock in me?” There is a mischievous smile creeping onto your face. “The same one that you touched while watching me get off?”
He nods, still dumbfounded that this is all happening. “Yeah.”
“Oh Minnie, I’ve been thinking about this cock for months. Now I can finally enjoy it.”
Seungmin uses his hand to hold his cock still as you push your underwear to the side. Seconds later, you sink down onto his cock. His eyes roll back into his head, enjoying the tight warmth your pussy provides for him. This is far better than he ever imagined. His hand falls away to the bed as he watches you eagerly rock your hips. Your hands rest on his chest for leverage while you set a pace for yourself. He tries his best to thrust up into you when he can.
It’s not long till the room grows ten degrees hotter. Seungmin is having trouble focusing, still overwhelmed with all that is all happening. He got some confidence for a moment to cup your breasts through your shirt. You moaned with a smile on your face, enjoying his soft kneading.
Eventually, you brush his hands away long enough to pull off your shirt, tossing it somewhere behind you. Seungmin curses to himself at the beautiful view. Your breasts look so soft. He wants to touch again. Before he gets a chance, you force his hands above his head, pinning them in place. He knows he’s stronger than you and can easily break free from your hold, but he doesn’t.
“What’s our one rule?” You say while raising your hips up and down faster.
“Please, I’m gonna come. I’m…” Seungmin is in no state to answer questions. Or think. He doesn’t even get the chance to finish his sentence because he’s too far gone, nearly at the point of no return. His mind is mush from how well your pussy hugs his cock. It’s as if your walls are trying to cling to him. There is too much all at once. You are too much.
Suddenly he watches as you raise completely off his cock. You have an eyebrow raised in question and he’s lost, unsure of what you have planned. He knew there was a chance you wouldn’t let him finish inside of you because you hadn’t discussed it. He just wasn’t expecting you to stop everything.
“I…” Seungmin thinks about your question for a second before replying. “No secrets.”
“Right.” You say as you sit back to rest on his thighs again.
Both of your hands wrap around his cock to stroke him. He whimpers from the sensitivity of how close he is. The tight grip of your hands is heavenly. He keeps eye contact as your hands pick up speed. The muscles in his stomach tighten, feeling the pressure build. He’s so close. Please let him…
The sound that leaves Seungmin is by far the most pathetic noise has ever made. A mix of a desperate whine and frustration. The second his orgasm hits, you release your hold on his cock. Leaving him to suffer through a ruined high that he doesn’t get to enjoy.
You coo at his confused face. “No secrets, Minnie. It’s your punishment for hiding it from me.”
Seungmin’s cock twitches against his stomach. Your words excite him more than it should. He watches as you trace the length of his cock with a finger. He flinches when you brush over the tip that’s still weakly leaking cum onto his stomach.
“If you promise to never keep a secret from me again, I’ll make it up to you with my mouth. Does that sound good to you?”
He has never agreed to a deal faster in his life. “I promise. No more secrets.”
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