#Seungmin oneshot

[soobnny]

cops and robbers — kim seungmin

trope: kim seungmin x reader | strangers-to-lovers ; use of profanity ; mentions of a one night stand once ; he’s a fuckboy basically summary: fuckboy kim seungmin takes interest in the quiet, photography major who lives just across his dorm. wc: 3.8k words

The first time Kim Seungmin sees you, you have a camera strapped around your neck.

You’re just across his dorm room, hands fiddling on the buttons of your DSLR and eyes shifting where you can get your eyes on, looking.

Probably for something that can be added to your portfolio, he thinks. Not that he cares.

It isn’t all that hard to spot him either. Seungmin is easy to find, with a cigarette lit between his fingers and the smell of smoke vexing your senses. His entire body is leant on the wall, eyebrow slit and all to truly sell the fuckboy character.

You lock eyes when you finally find the source of smoke, and you think for a second to tell him to stop. It’s not what you do. Instead, you shift your attention.

It’s never a good idea to be within distance of boys like him anyway. There are other things to think about, things much more important. Like what you’ll have for dinner, the old pair of shoes you need to replace, your final portfolio.

Sighing, you look down at your camera.

You hope the low ISO 200 can capture whatever the fuck you want to take a photo of tonight—long shutter speeds, white balance on auto, manual mode. You’d be fucked if you didn’t have these settings memorized.

Different for day. Different for night. It’s a hassle, but it’s a hassle you keep up with if you want to graduate.

“You know, it isn’t safe for pretty girls like you to be out this late.”

Raspy. It comes from just behind you, and you have half a mind to turn to face the threat when you’re greeted face to face with a smirking Kim Seungmin. He sounds kitschy, looks kitchsy and it seems like he knows it as well.

You roll your eyes. “I think I’ll be fine.”

He stares at you for a minute.

“Whatever you say, princess.” The bass of his voice is a little terrifying, but not enough for you to shuffle away.

He would’ve been more if you weren’t hellbent on the idea of finishing your portfolio for the semester. Nothing scares you more than a failing class.

Not even Seungmin.

He doesn’t seem to mind your lack of chalant. He doesn’t really care. The boy has never been the type to stick his nose in other people’s business, talking to others only when necessary. Being annoyingly chatty was reserved for his friends.

In hindsight, starting a conversation with you should’ve been the first outlier he noticed on his sudden shift of behavior. But he doesn’t. Instead, he shrugs his shoulders and separates himself from you.

He was only out for a smoke anyway.

+

The next time he sees you is after his one-night-stand-gone-wrong.

It’s still at night, just a week later. And you look exactly like the way you were, camera in your hand and an unbothered look on your face.

Though, when you hear footsteps echoing from just a short distance and spot a speeding figure coming from his room, your face twists in disdain.

You were only out to practice a certain exposure you want to perfect. Not to bear witness to whatever the fuck happens in Seungmin’s dorms.

When he locks eyes with you for the second time that week, you pretend not to notice anything.

“You again?”

He’s shameless. A bit of his overgrown sideburns are sticking to his skin, shirt lazily thrown on, and sweat still glistening on his forehead. You don’t want to think of the connotations of what your observations could possibly mean.

You simply look at him, the way his face morphs in recognition and the way his neck cranes just a little. He looks like he’s in his element, sweat and fucked-out eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

You’re the exact opposite, picking at the buttons of your camera with sleep-riddled eyes and air struck hair.

Sighing, you push yourself off your unflattering position on the ground, brushing off the rubble that might’ve stuck on your pants from sitting there for so long.

You slip back into your dorm room without uttering a single response to the boy.

+

He sees you everywhere after that.

And truthfully, it was starting to get annoying. Especially when the boys started catching on to his staring.

While Changbin was narrating stories of nights Seungmin couldn’t care for the details of, he finds himself scanning the student hall.

He thinks he doesn’t know the reason why, or at least not until he finds you eating with some other girl.

Your eyes are intently glued to the screen of your camera. He wonders what photos could litter the memory of your SD card.

Before he can even shift his attention back to whatever the fuck was happening back with his friends, he’s caught red-handed. Shit-eating grins surround the table, a few howls here and there, and shoves that Seungmin could've gone without.

“Is she your next target, Seungmin?”

He wants to vomit at the word choice.

“Target?” He scoffs. You weren’t a target. “She isn’t even my type.”

Kim Seungmin brushes off their noise, canceling out the ill-intentions they’ve made up for him. He just sits there, unperturbed by everything until his friends finish eating.

He looks at you one last time before leaving. It’s hard not to.

It doesn’t save him from further teasing.

+

“You’re a photography major?”

You’re caught off guard by the sudden voice behind you.

It seems Seungmin has made a habit of surprising you when you least expect to see him.

“...I am.”

You finally reply after letting the question hang in the air for a few seconds longer than necessary. He doesn’t care, only cares that you responded to him.

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

Is he only capable of asking you questions?

“We’re not friends.” You deadpan. His lips pull into a smile.

“I’m just curious why you have a camera with you all the time. Loosen up.”

He doesn’t say anything after that, just lets the silence hang there. He knows he can tick you off even more, but he doesn’t find himself wanting to. He simply walks back to the dorms with you.

When he walks too fast, he stalls—for just enough time for you to catch up with him.

You fail to notice the way he shifts his position, always standing by the busy side of the road.

+

“Are you smoking again?”

It’s the first time you initiate conversation, and he snaps out of the trance he’d been in. He was outside again, similar to when he’d first met you. And you were still you, with your camera, and the way you lift it to fit your eye through the viewfinder.

“Why? Are you starting to care about me, princess?” There’s that same smirk evident, and it seems he took your question as invitation to stand next to where you are.

You want to stomp on his face.

“‘M just asking. I really couldn’t care less.”

You can smell the smoke off of him, warranting you to take a full step away. You’ve always hated its scent, and the second-hand smoke exposure.

In turn, Seungmin runs a hand through his hair. It’s shorter, looks like he got it trimmed recently. When you put your camera away in favor of leaving the site of crime, the boy attempts to stop you.

“Leaving already?”

“It isn’t exactly part of my tuition fee to talk to people like you.”

You sound harsh, and it’s an odd feeling to suddenly feel offended about a simple phrase he’s heard multiple times before.

People like you.

What the hell was that even supposed to mean?

“Spare me a few more minutes, angel.”

You don’t bother arguing any further. Besides, you still needed a few more practice photos of where you were looking. You lift your camera back up to peek through its viewfinder, and you can only hope the noise of your photos is enough to drown him out.

“What are you doing out here so late, anyway? Didn’t I tell you it wasn’t safe?”

“I also remember telling you I’ll be fine.” You grumble, snapping a shot. He moves closer to you when you open your mouth to continue talking. “Practicing helps ease the feeling of dread, like I’d be less likely to fail if I did.”

Seungmin notices the calluses on your hands, rough with hard work, and then his eyes trail to your side profile. The light exposure from the moon makes you look prettier than you already do.

Wait, what?

The boy has never stared at someone’s hands and drawn a conclusion before, never taken the time to admire and talk to someone he wasn’t planning on screwing over either.

There’s a first for everything.

“Smoking helps.”

You snort at his sudden comment. Too much time has passed by for him to suddenly butt back into the conversation. The timing makes you laugh a little.

His heart races at the sound.

“Are there thoughts when you feel dread?” He asks, albeit a little silent, in case you didn’t want to talk about it.

You contemplate whether you should talk about it. It’s an unlikely conversation to have with an unlikely person like Kim Seungmin.

Against your better judgement, you answer.

“I don’t know. It just feels like… it feels like my heart is palpitating. I feel scared for some reason. I guess I just really don’t want to fail. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah. It does.”

“You also feel dread?” You ask.

He hums in response. “All the time. Sometimes I’m not sure if the decisions I’m making are the right ones.”

It makes him sound so human to be able to empathize. You hate to admit you’re surprised.

“Just do what feels right in your heart.”

“How am I supposed to know?”

“You’ll know.” You mumble.

The few minutes you’ve spared him has run out. “Goodbye now, Seungmin.”

“You know who I am?”

“Everybody knows who you are. You and your friends.” You wave him off, finally shutting off your camera and putting the lens hood back. “Bye.”

You’re dismissive, and it’s something that would usually annoy Seungmin because he’s the dismissive one in his friend group.

The sudden challenge should anger him, but it doesn’t. What is it about you, and your playing hard to get, and your dismissiveness that has his attention so much?

He’s usually the one being chased, never chasing.

He’s usually the one being told things, never initiating. Never telling.

You’ve definitely done something to him, but he doesn’t want to think about it.

He really doesn’t want to think about it.

+

It happened without warning.

You only remember how angry Seungmin was. Everything else was a little blurry.

You don’t even know who threw the first punch. Shapes and shadows just seemed to move around you until a fight broke out.

The victim was from the Engineering department, though you don’t find the word victim befitting for someone like him. You don’t even know his name, just that he has a history for picking on people.

And it seemed today, you had fallen prey. You guess it just wasn’t your lucky day.

Though, if you think of the situation in whole, he definitely had worse luck than you.

Seungmin was locked and loaded behind gritted teeth and white knuckles when he threw a punch. And he was unforgiving with his hits.

“Seungmin, stop it.” Your voice comes out in a desperate plea, and as if a switch, he pulls himself off of the nameless Engineering boy.

“Fucking asshole.” Seungmin spits at him.

He surprises you with how cold he can speak. While you’ve always known that boys like him were a little more asshole-coded, you didn’t think he had it in his moral compass to defend you after having only shared not more than four conversations.

“Why would you do that? Seungmin, what the hell?”

You’re exasperated as you peel him away from the crime scene. He’d suffered a few blows you’re sure would bruise later, and his knuckles were bloody from his displays of violence earlier.

He’s speed walking ahead of you, doesn’t think he can look at you.

“Why didn’t you stand up for yourself? He had your camera.” His voice was significantly louder than it had been during your earlier conversations. You think it might be the first time he’s raised his voice at you.

His features, however, deeply contrast with the upset dripping from his voice. His face softens ridiculously fast when he turns back to look at you. And while his intentions send a soft nudge on your heart, you’re still upset at the predicament he’d willingly and intentionally put himself into.

“I didn’t need you to start a fight.” You sigh, tugging him by his arm after he’d stopped walking to direct his line of sight at you.

You continue the fleet-footed walk back to your dorm, dragging him with you.

“A thank you would be appreciated.” He grumbles from behind you, but makes no move to free his arm from your grip. Seungmin simply lets you drag him away.

“Stay there.” You sit him down just in front of your door before slipping into your little room. It takes no longer than two minutes before you’re back outside.

He’s still right where you left him. The only difference is he’s looking at you as if he’d been waiting for you to come out.

You make a move to crouch next to him.

There’s a first aid kit sitting between the two of you, a tub of water, among other things.

“How could you be so reckless?” You offer no warning when you take his hands, soaking them under the water and carefully washing the site of injury.

When you’re sure it’s clean, you turn to look at him. “You barely even know me, and you’re getting into fights.”

You’re clearly stressed, packing ice into a thin cloth while lecturing him under one breath. He doesn’t argue with you. Instead, he hyper fixates on the way you hold his hand—resting it on your thigh, applying light pressure on his bruise.

Your hand is warm, almost too warm against his. And he notices the same callouses he did that night you caught him smoking again. Yours with hard work, his with stubborn lament.

The action makes his face flush an embarrassing color. You don’t seem to notice. You’re too preoccupied being upset to even look him in the face.

“You better not do this again.”

In truth, Seungmin had probably suffered much worse than bruised knuckles. This, in comparison to all the previous fights he’d gotten himself into, was nothing. But it feels more significant than the rest.

His heart folds at how you’re taking care of him.

It was a curiously intimate thing for you to attempt to reduce the swelling with your makeshift cold compress. There’s an unidentifiable feeling in his heart he still doesn’t want to think about, but he knows there’s a subtle change in the air that he needs to address.

“He could’ve smashed years of your hard work.” He suddenly breaks the silence.

It triggers you to glance up, and you lock eyes with Seungmin once more. It looks like he’s rethinking whether he should continue talking.

Against his better judgment, he does. “He had your camera, and all I could think about was how devastated you would feel if he’d broken it.”

You blink a couple of times at his sudden confession. Moreso because he’d been observant enough to know the significance of that single piece of item. And maybe because he was looking at you a certain way.

He does that sometimes.

You don’t really know what to say to him, so you shift your focus back on his wounds. And when you’re sure there wasn’t any more damage, you let him go. “I’m done. You can go.”

A silence falls between you both before the boy climbs back on his feet while holding the cold compress you’d handed him. He takes a few tentative steps away.

“And Seungmin?”

He suddenly turns back at the interjection of your voice, looking at you with that same look from earlier, like you should know he’d do it again for you. It’s almost fond. And Seungmin hovers there, waiting.

You take the brief moment where his attention is on you to finally say the words that’d been brewing in your throat.

“Thank you.”

You’re trying so hard to keep your voice monotone. He’s trying so hard not to smile.

+

Seungmin’s been in front of you for almost ten minutes now.

It’d been almost a week since he’d gotten into a fight, and he has the gall to suddenly appear in front of you. In the student center during dinner, of all places.

“Hi.” It’s his fourth time uttering those words now, but it seems your attention is still on whatever the fuck poison they were serving for dinner.

“Talk to me. Hi.” He persists.

(“He likes her, for sure.” Hyunjin laughs from a few tables away.

There’s amusement in Chan’s eyes.

“Yeah, he definitely does.” The eldest smiles to himself.)

His attempts are fruitless. You are still drinking your soup, and he is still vying for your attention.

“You’re ignoring me.” Seungmin pouts. He actually pouts. “Are you still upset I started a fight?”

You don’t respond. If you were honest with yourself, you don’t know why you’re ignoring him either. Was it because you’d felt the slightest nudge in your feelings the last time you saw each other?

“Pretty girl.”

You stall before asking. “How’s your knuckles?”

He smiles. “Better. Will you stop ignoring me now?”

“I wasn’t ignoring you.”

“If you want me to apologize, I won’t. I don’t feel regret for doing what I did. I’d rather his face smashed than your camera.”

There’s that nudge again. You didn’t want him to apologize either. A few days of mulling it over and the news of quiet in the Engineering department since his fight with Seungmin tells you enough that the benefits had outweighed the risks.

No more stories of students being taunted for doing absolutely nothing.

The boy in front of you clears his throat, trying to get your attention. “But, I’m willing to do anything else for you to stop ignoring me, or apologize for anything else.”

An idea flashes in your head.

“I know how you can make it up to me.” You say in lieu of a real response.

+

When you’d asked him for a favor, he’d gotten a little excited.

He’d thought it was somewhere along the lines of a date, like that crap he sees in movies. He didn’t think he’d have to model for a few shots in your portfolio.

“New piercing?” You ask, gesturing at your own lips to try and mirror the spot he’d gotten it. It’s silver and shiny, and definitely adds to the fuckboy appeal.

You shudder, you know your own parents would never agree to you doing the same.

“Like it?” Seungmin has the audacity to smirk, flaunting the silver on his lower lip. You simply roll your eyes.

(Though, the few seconds you spare to stare at it is enough judgment for him.

You lift your camera back up. “Alright. Just do whatever for now. Actually, maybe a hand in your pocket—yeah. That’s perfect.”

He does whatever the hell he can think of. And while most would’ve been embarrassed by now, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. If it meant you’d stop ignoring him, he’d do this a million times over.

“Stay in that position.”

“Hmm, I like it when you’re being bossy.”

“Shut up.” You snap a shot, looking at the screen of your camera and smiling in contentment. You don’t give him the time to rest before you’re lifting it back up to eye-level.

And it goes on like that for a while. You use him to study lighting, and angles, and shadows, and forms.

Though, it’s a little difficult when he looks so damn attractive in everything. You might have a biased model. You’re afraid if you were to shoot him in shitty lighting, it would still turn out good.

“Alright.” You switch off your camera after flicking through the numerous shots you’d taken. “I think I’m done.”

“So, you’ll stop ignoring me now?”

He looks at you with everything so potently him when he’s with you.

“Uhuh.” You hum, letting your DSLR drop around your neck. He smiles victoriously.

None of you turn to leave.

You lament in the night air just a little longer, and Seungmin spends the time staring at you.

You suddenly turn to him. His gaze is a little too invasive not to notice. “What?”

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

“You.” There’s something about the way he says it that makes you look away. You could swear you saw a tint of red on the tip of his ears.

“Among other girls, I presume.”

He exhales. “No. Just you.”

“Resident fuckboy Kim Seungmin thinking about just one girl?”

“Fuck you.” Though, there’s no spit in the way he says it. His heart warms at the thought of you feeling comfortable enough to joke around with him now, despite you still coining him a fuckboy. He supposes that one’s on him for years of tainted reputation.

Your half laugh at being cursed echoes in his mind, lingering more there than in the air.

“You’re acting strange tonight, Seungmin.”

“You make me act strange.” His voice softens even though he’s essentially putting the blame on you for the way he was acting. And he says it in a way that makes you think he’s waiting for you to say something, or to at least understand the intentions behind his words.

You don’t know how to respond though. He sounds a little too serious to just merely be fucking around with you, like you’ve heard he does.

“The boys are saying I’m getting soft.” Seungmin doesn’t sound like he’s waiting for your response, so you let him continue talking. “Ever since that first night I met you. What the fuck did you do to me?”

He meets your eyes.

“Will you say something?”

You attempt to flat out your nerves at how he’s baring himself vulnerable in front of you all of a sudden. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t grown fond of the boy after his multiple attempts at getting your attention, but you’d also be lying if you said you didn’t think it was just another one of his ploys to get into your pants.

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“I’m acting like a damn puppy following you around everywhere. And I let you boss me around for pictures when I could be drinking with my friends right now.” He’s still eye-to-eye with you, and it’s scary the way honestly spills from his.

“Then go drink with your friends then. ‘M not forcing you to be here.”

You’re so fucking stubborn, and he tries to search for your eyes but you aren’t looking at him anymore. Yours are downcast somewhere, on the ground, on anywhere but his eyes.

“Look at me.” You don’t know why, but you instantly do. Maybe it was in the way he said it, almost desperate. “I don’t want to drink with my friends. I want to be here with you. Because I like you.”

You crack a slow smile at his words, and at the way he’s stripped himself in genuine softness in front of you. It wasn’t everyday you’d see Kim Seungmin like this.

“So don’t think I’d lie to you about that.” He’s pouting again, and you tease him for it.

You get on your toes, get a good look on his face and the pout that adorns it. “Are you upset I thought you were lying?”

“Fuck off. I’m just—” He can’t help but laugh, pushing you away from him lest he wants to suffer the consequences of kissing you without your permission. He wants you to like him back, and if he has to do it slowly, so be it.

“Just give me a chance.” Almost pleading.

You press your tongue against the inside of your cheek. “Okay.”

“I understand if you—” He suddenly pauses. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

He stares at your lips, at the way it forms around the word, and he’s puzzled at how hot his face feels because he’s never been flustered like this. And he thinks his cheeks will start to burn if he doesn’t stop smiling. But he just can’t bring himself to stop, not when you’ve willingly given him a chance.

On your own autonomy.

“You won’t regret it.”

You don’t think you will.

[ihave-atummyache]

AND THEN

to make matters worse

what the fuck like

[jeongin-lvr]

ᵎ　🍶　⊹ is it over now?, k. seungmin

꒰ 🗯️ ꒱ 𝖾𝗑！𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇，𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌，𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀 ＆ 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌，𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅（𝖿！𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀），𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇（𝗆），𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋，𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 ＆𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 （𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒， 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍，𝖾𝗍𝖼）unedited．

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"AFTER THIS—" You spoke, immediately pulling away from his lips, panting with your grip on his shoulders tightening, "We're done."

Seungmin chuckled, pointer finger under your chin as a cheeky, almost cocky smile pulled at his plump lips, "Whatever you want to believe, sweetheart."

You wanted to grumble at his disbelief; the way his lip curled up at the corner as he watched you grow more and more flustered from his stare, gauging by his expression you could tell he was mocking you. So in return, you pouted, clutching the collar of his hoodie tighter and jerking him forward, back onto your lips to ignore the way his comment made your cheeks flush.

Seungmin had no problem with that, clutching your lower hips, rolling his hands over your plush skin until he reached your cute ass.

Two years. Two years of dating only to all fall apart; except it didn't really feel like that anymore, did it?

Your breakup was large and hurt like hell, throwing words in the shape of knives back and forth, slamming doors in faces, big fights at 4 a.m loud enough for the neighbors to call the apartment manager. And the fallout wasn't quick either, it was like you two were purposefully trying to drag it out. The push and pull being addicting yet more frustrating day by day.

And finally when you two broke it off it was like a breath of fresh air as you were drowning.

But a month of not speaking seemed worse than the actual fighting. The silence found itself more defeating than any argument the two of you ever shared. And soon Seungmin was on your doorstep again, sporting a case of cheap beer and a smile as if he expected you to take him back in an instant. Oh, and he was so right. You opened the door, being reminded of his warm gaze and fluffy hair, the late hour didn't help much either.

"Min— Seungmin, I'm serious," You struggled to get your point across as he kissed down your throat, wet kisses making your skin tingle. Feeling him against your skin for the first time in weeks was enough to leave your mind cloudy and breath short; Seungmin the same way, "We— this can't be a normal thing for us! W-we're over remember?" Seungmin pulled back from your skin, an almost annoyed expression on his face as you held onto his shoulders, expression as serious as it could be with spit drenching your neck.

"Whose fault is that, huh?" Seungmin tickled up your neck and back to your jaw, adjusting your head with the pads of his fingertips, "We don't have to be done, baby. This could be forever."

You scowl but your expression quickly melted into a soft one as you remembered the sweet things he'd do and say. Well, that is when you guys weren't arguing till the dusk hours.

"No, we really can't," You protest, biting your lip as his hold got stronger, his eyes flashing a look of anger, "You know that, Min."

He spoke after a brief silence, "Then just for tonight, huh?" Seungmin's voice was low again, his eyes dropping from yours to your kissable lips and cute pout.

You nodded, hand flattening over his hair only to mess it up again with your tight grip as he placed a sloppy kiss on your mouth.

The kiss developed into something you couldn't quite describe; messy make out seemed too casual— this felt surreal. Like he was finally giving you what you've needed. You savored every drop of his passion because you knew this was the true last time.

Seungmin lifted you by your waist, hands falling from your warm skin to unbuckle his belt. The only restraint keeping him from your dripping pussy gone once he pulled his jeans down, unsheathing his aching dick. Lips still on yours, the rattle of his belt making you excited. It was an excitement you haven't felt for what feels like years. So you sucked in a breath when you felt his nimble fingers tug your shorts down your thighs, helping him as you raised yourself higher.

"Gonna savor this then," Seungmin mumbled against your eager lips, instantly sending waves in your tummy, making your skin warm and mind blurry.

You nodded, breaking the desperate kiss only to watch as he slid his fingertips between your wet folds; his mouth parted at the feeling of your slick coat his finger, silently surprised by how drenched you were for him.

"God, I missed this pussy, baby," Seungmin hummed as his lips wrapped around his sticky fingers, eyes meeting yours. You watched him without blinking, too in love with how his tongue swirled around his knobby digits. The way his eyelashes closed with a flutter at the unique flavor and how his eyebrows scrunched before he opened his lids again.

"Taste that, sweetheart," Seungmin dipped his fingers into you again, digits entering your lonely hole enough to make you whimper, only to pull out just as quick. His fingertips stuck together by a thick string of arousal, pulling it to your mouth, "Open," you did just that, tasting yourself on his fingertips with your eyes drilling into his, irises seeming to dilate just at the sight of you getting a taste of yourself.

"Tastes fucking amazing, doesn't it?" Seungmin let his fingers rest on your tongue, enjoying the way your lips looked wrapped over his digits, "Should I get a taste? Make you cum all over my face with my tongue?" Oh, his words made your pussy clench around nothing, head instantly nodding as his eyes glistened at your reaction.

"Use your words," Seungmin instructed, watching your face while his hand snuck down to your cunt, pinching at your clit with a knowing smirk.

You whimpered, jerking your hips upward, "Fuck, yes, please." Seungmin stopped his punching to rub an apologetic circle into your clit, leaving your head spinning.

"Lay down for me, then," Seungmin furthered his instruction. You were quick to listen, laying down for him on the cushions, legs wide, openly invited him to really taste you, "Ah, that's a good baby," Seungmin adjusted himself, head positioned between your thighs, wide puppy eyes on yours. He looked so angelic with his bright eyes like that, fluffy hair tickling your inner thigh. Your eyes fell to his cock as it slapped against his abdomen, poor thing left unattended as his tongue flattened against your aching pussy. Almost instantly you reached for his head, the forgotten familiar feeling of his mouth on your cunt making your mind spin.

"God— Seung! Shit, feels so good!" Your voice went straight to his cock, your hands gripping at his scalp causing him to moan against your cute pussy. Seungmin's hand clamped down onto your thigh, squishing it between his nimble fingers, pinching at the flesh anytime you let out a soft moan, wanting to hear more.

Seungmin's tongue was working wonders on you, swirling skillfully over your clit before slipping between your folds and into your hole. He loved the way you'd whimper his name each time his nose brushed against your clit as he fucked his tongue into you. He deeply missed the feeling of being between your shaking thighs; the smell, the sounds, the look of your body from this angle. He loved it all and he wasn't sure how he'd ever go without it ever again.

Seungmin parted from your pussy, eyes meeting yours. You watched with a set of lazy, lidded eyes as he spit down onto your pussy, taking his long fingers and rubbing it in with your slick. All with his eyes still gazing into yours with such intensity you thought you might combust.

"You missed this, sweetheart?" Seungmin's breath against your skin was like the sun on ice, making you sweat, "Missed how good I can make you feel? God, keep making that face— you look so beautiful." Your heart wanted to jump out of your chest and into his hands at that point; it was beating faster than your breathing.

Seungmin rose up to your face, licking his sweet pink lips before attaching them to yours, fingers slipping into your desperate cunt. You immediately moaned into his mouth as he worked those talented fingers in and out, first slowly then the clingier your hands got, the quicker he pumped his hands in.

"Min— Just give me your c-cock," your hands gripped his bicep, the fuzz of his hoodie clinging to your sweaty palms. Seungmin chuckled against your lips, working his digits into you faster as if you dared him to. Your lips weren't even moving with his anymore; instead, open as moans poured out into his, breaths so sharp and fast they felt like knives against your throat.

The worst part was you could feel his leaky cock run against your thigh, the feeling hot and sticky against your heated skin.

"What's the magic word, hm?" Oh, you didn't miss his insistent teasing.

Your eyes focused on his taunting face as he pulled away; the lewd sound of his palm frantically hitting your clit almost hypnotic. It almost made you slip deeper into the fuzziest part of your brain, entranced also by his soft yet scandalous tone.

"Ple— um, please! Please, fuck," You chimed out like a broken clock, clutching his arms harder; gritted teeth being the only thing keeping you from letting every itty bitty sound out.

Seungmin would have kept teasing had it been any other day, but tonight felt different. It felt special— it was special. His first night with you after weeks. He was sure he was gonna use you so good all night; he smirked to himself before nodding, slipping his long fingers out and swiping them over your lips. It didn't even take another  breath before you swallowed his knuckles, moaning at the taste of yourself.

"Obedient girl," Seungmin said as he pulled his fingers out of your lips, the pop of suction echoing off the walls deliciously, "I'll make you remember this forever, sweetheart. Every inch of me is gonna be practically burned into your pretty pussy, yeah?" Seungmin just knew what made you tick so good.

"Mhm! Yes, Min, pretty please," You eyes trained on how his hand wrapped around his cock, not wasting another moment before lining up his engorged tip with your leaking hole.

Every inch he sunk into you was memorable, a new wave of pleasure filling your poor body. Your arms shook and your thighs jerked, mouth fallen open in a permanent look of pleasure. What felt like years worth of missed pleasure was definitely worth waiting for.

When he was sunken deep into, skin meeting skin with a halt, he was gentle for a moment, tucking a messy strand of hair behind your red ear before asking, "Good?"

You nodded, "So good."

Seungmin didn't need any more confirmation before he was holding you by the waist and mumbling something about, "Perfect pussy," and drilling into you.

The feeling was surreal; it's the feeling you always got when getting fucked by Seungmin. However, it was like a feeling you haven't felt in forever finally being felt. You could only compare it to fulfilling a deep craving.

Maybe it was a bit better though.

"Fuckin' hear that?" Seungmin gripped you tighter in his nimble fingers, groaning softly as he let the sound of your soaked pussy fill the air. Each time you swallowed his length between your legs the sound of what could've been mistaken as some kind of puddle being met with a stomp of a foot was made. He practically beamed at the sound, holding his face close to yours, "You're fucking dripping for me, babe. God, missed me that much, didn't you?"

You nodded, shaky head feeling like it was on a buzz of alcohol the more he fucked and filled you.

"So wet, so obedient. I'm gonna miss this, sweetheart," Seungmin was practically right beside your ear, letting every moan and groan he made fill your buzzing head, "But you know this isn't gonna be the last time, right, sweet girl?"

You shook your head, coherent enough to know that can't be, didn't you just say this can't be a regular thing?

You softly shook your head, moan softening as he slammed his own hips into yours.

"No? Oh, what a shame. You can think that, baby. But you and I both know you're gonna be calling me in a week or so, begging me to come ruin you again. It'll be just like that, baby, trust me."

You shook your head again, this time more hesitant as his lips pressed against your neck. God, he knew you too well.

"One— one time t-thing, Min!" You whined, his cock practically drilling against your gummy spot until you weren't really sure what you were arguing against anymore.

"No such thing, pretty baby," Seungmin cooed, fixing your hair for you before his lips were on your neck again, "You know that."

You did know that. But for now you pretended to believe that this would be the one and only time you'd find yourself in this position, legs sore and ass red from the skin slapping against yours.

One time thing, you thought before everything was blurry and your climax washed down on you like a wave of fire going across your body.

Who were you kidding?

[stayteezdreams]

More Or Less Than Friends

Plot: You and Seungmin aren't quite friends, but you're not not friends. Feelings neither of you are sure about linger under the surface. Everything changes one night when you fall asleep at his apartment.

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Gn!Reader

A/n: Prologue and Continuation of this scenario post. Section involving reader falling asleep in dorm is a slightly edited/extended version of the Scenario post drabble. A/n #2: I haaate how this ended but my brain decided to give up on me when I was almost done lol. I hope you like it anyways!

Requested By: Anon; I also just wanted to write it as well.

Warnings: Nothing I can think of :)

Words: 4,382

You had been Felix's friend for a few years before you met the others. It didn't take long before you became great friends with all of them, often spending time with them.

Well, most of them.

For some reason, unbeknownst to you, you and Seungmin never grew very close.

You could have conversations, and hang out, but never alone. It wasn't on purpose, there was just always someone else there. And it's not like he made you uncomfortable, it was the opposite actually.

You felt comfortable around him, you thought he was funny, cute and kind. He even made jokes with or about you sometimes, and it never felt rude. As if it was a gently way of getting closer to you. Though the distance never seemed to lessen between you.

After some deep thought, you were fairly sure you had a crush on him, or at least you would if you knew more about him. You wanted to be closer to him, but could never find the right moments. The two of you were never alone together, and even if you ended up beside each other, you never gave the other all of your attention. Through nerves or awkwardness you weren't really sure.

You didn't feel as though you had the right to call him a friend, and calling him and acquaintance seemed too cold. So, he was just Seungmin, the guy who had a place in your heart you couldn't quite understand.

Seungmin, though never showing it, felt exactly the same about you.

Ever since you became friends with everyone, he felt drawn to you, but always remained distant. Your presence almost comforted him, and he enjoyed seeing you. But he never showed it, barely even ever acknowledging you other than brief conversation or jokes, and he wasn't sure why.

Was he shy around you? Maybe. Did something about you make him uncomfortable? No, that's not it. He was comfortable around you, more so than he showed. He liked you. But he wasn't sure in what way.

There were times he would purposefully sit beside you, or walk near you, hoping maybe something would naturally bring you together after that. But any time the two of you almost started talking, or getting to know one another, something got in the middle. As if it wasn't meant to be.

Seungmin didn't understand what you were to him, but he wanted to figure it out.

So, he started to pay a bit more attention to you, focusing on the things you mentioned you liked and disliked. The more he did, the more he realized you two had in common. How had he not known you had the same favorite music, and shows, and books? Similar hobbies, or thoughts on the world. With every new fact he learned, the more he realized you were practically the different side of the same coin.

Was this why you never got close, yet were always comfortable around each other? You were akin to one another in more ways than he expected, was this why everyone said opposites attract? The more similar you are the more distance existed between you?

No matter how much Seungmin thought about it, the less it made sense. In his mind, he felt the two of you should be friends, maybe even best-friends, or more, yet you were....nothing? Not friends, not strangers, not even acquaintances really. You were an enigma in his life, that he truly wanted to figure out.

On days like this, what you wanted was to smile and laugh. So, you often made use of your friends for a distraction.

Your legs were heavy with the exhaustion of the day as you walked down the hall towards the boys apartments.

Knocking on Felix's apartment, you waited, but heard no answer. Pouting you pulled out your phone and texted Felix asking if he was home. Leaning against the wall, you let out a soft sigh after a few minutes. Trying the other apartment next door, and also receiving no reply you stood in the hall for a minute wondering what to do. The last thing you wanted was to head back to your own apartment. Your roommate was the last person you wanted to see.

You had no issues with each other, but she was overwhelming, especially on days like today. When nothing seemed to work out or make sense and all you wanted was to relax.

Rummaging through your bag you pulled out the spare key Felix had given you. You hesitated to go in, wondering if it might annoy them. I mean, they all said you could have it, even Seungmin gave a nod of agreement when Felix offered the key. You were at their apartments more often than not anymore anyways.

Sending the group chat a message warning them you were there, you made your way inside. You called out to see if there was indeed no one home. The apartment was silent and you made your way to the couch.

Flipping on the television you laid your head back and stared up at the ceiling. The day running through your mind again, only causing your heart to race with annoyance and stress all over again.

Groaning you looked around the apartment. Why did they all have to be gone today of all days?

Your eyes caught on a blanket on the edge of the couch. You recognized it as Seungmin's. Gently grabbing it and pulling it to you, you found yourself bringing it to your face. It smelled like Seungmin, a scent you had picked up on whenever he walked past, or sat beside you. As your heart fluttered you came back to your senses, looking around the apartment as if you might get caught. Your face was hot as you gently ran your hands over the soft fabric.

Lying down on the couch, and pulling the blanket over you. you stared at the television, not really watching, just zoning out. Having to wake up a few hours early to go to work today, your exhaustion was palpable. Slowly, you began drifting to sleep, forgetting you were trying to wait up for the boys.

When Seungmin came back from practice, the last thing he was expecting when he walked into the apartment was a guest.

His eyes landed on your familiar pair of shoes and he rose his brow in surprise, his heart palpitating. He knew he was the first one home as the others had more things to do at the studio before heading home as well.

You came and went as you please, and though Seungmin sometimes made comments as if it annoyed him, or making fun of the fact you basically live here to the others. He always liked when you were around, especially more so recently as his fondness and desire to know you grew.

Walking into the apartment, his eyes found you immediately. Seungmin seemed to forget how to breath as he saw your slumbering figure on the couch. As he watched you in silence, he was unaware of the fond smile that stretched across his face.

Softly and quietly, Seungmin set his stuff down before walking over to you. Kneeling down in front of the couch he noticed his blanket draped over your legs and his heart skipped a beat. Grabbing it, he gently adjusted the blanket so it covered more of you.

As he stared at you, he wondered why you came to the apartment when it was empty, and he couldn't help but worry something bad had happened. Wondering if the others knew you were here, he pulled out his phone, noticing a few texts to the group chat. Opening it, he saw your messages from almost an hour ago.

He felt guilty that you went unnoticed and received no replies. The way you spoke in the group chat was slightly off, making him assume he was correct. Something did happen.

Looking back at your slumbering face he let out a soft sigh. In moments like this, where Seungmin was looking at you, often when you didn't realize it, he always felt that same sense of regret. He regretted never getting closer to you.

He couldn't even call himself your friend without doubting it. But he desperately wanted to be more than whatever he was to you.

He really did admire you, he liked your presence, and your company. But he didn't acknowledge it enough. And he often wondered now, what things would be like between you if he did.

Would there be a chance to be more?

Seungmin sat on the floor by the couch for a while, keeping you company even if you weren't aware of his presence.

Suddenly hearing the sound of the others at the end of the building hall, Seungmin felt a sense of panic. He didn't want their loud voices and to wake you.

Without really thinking, he found himself scooping you gently into his arms and carrying you to his room.

Setting you down on his bed, you mumbled a bit as you readjusted. He stared at you with wide eyes for a moment before he let out a soft sigh, glad you had not fully woken.

Quickly going back out and grabbing your things from the living room as the others were unlocking the door, he escaped to his room before they entered.

Why was he being so secretive about your presence? They would eventually see your texts and wonder where you were, right? All he had to say is you were sleeping and tell them to be quiet.

Looking at you once more, now cuddling up to one of his pillows, he admitted to himself it was selfish. A selfish need to be the only one to see you like this.

As the apartment quieted down, the others escaping to their rooms, Seungmin gently settled on the bed beside you, sitting up against the headboard as he scrolled on his phone. Every once and a while he would steal a glance at you, checking to see if you were still asleep.

Eventually some of the others replied to your messages, asking when you went home. Seungmin wasn't sure if he should tell them you were asleep in his room or not. Should he just wait? Leaning his head back against the headboard as he thought about it, he fell victim to sleep before he knew it.

When you finally found yourself waking, you were confused to find yourself in a bed. Looking around in confusion, your heart jolted as you saw Seungmin beside you. His head leaned to the side as he slept.

Looking around again, you realized you were in Seungmin's room. You had never been in here before, but it was easy to see it was his, even if he wasn't beside you.

Why would he bring you in here? Had the others come back, was that why? So you didn't get woken up?

Your heart raced at the thoughts passing through your mind. Looking back over at him, you admired his sleeping face as butterflies swirled through your stomach.

Deciding he must be uncomfortable, you gently shook his shoulder, causing him to wake up. As his eyes met yours he sat upright, suddenly nervous. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, nor had he thought far enough ahead to know what to say when you woke up.

"Ah, you're awake."

You nodded as you sat up, "Did you bring me in here?"

Seungmin swallowed nervously as he nodded. "You seemed to be pretty tired and when the others came back I didn't want them to wake you."

You smiled at him and his heart flipped.

"Thank you."

"Did something happen today?"

Your heart skipped at the question. Was it obvious? You bit your lips lightly and nodded as you picked at the blanket still draped over you, "Long day."

He nodded softly, watching you. As you noticed how dark it appeared outside you sat up. "Oh... I should probably go, it looks like its pretty late."

Seungmin realized you were right, you had both slept until after sunset. He shook his head softly, speaking before really thinking.

"Its too late, you should just stay the night."

You stared at him for a second as your heart raced. "Stay...here?" He nodded silently. You added on shyly, "Would that....be okay?"

He nodded again before clearing his throat softly. "I wouldn't feel right letting you go home this late by yourself."

After a moments contemplation, you nodded. "If you're okay with it, I am."

He replied quickly, almost too quickly. "I am."

"Do you want me to sleep on the floor?"

He let out a soft laugh, "No, just stay there. The bed's big enough."

The air was a little tense as the two of you settled back into the bed. You were hyper-aware of how close Seungmin was now, you were back to back, but still close. And as nervous as this made you, you still felt yourself giving into sleep again.

Seungmin's heart was beating unevenly as he lied still beside you. He was filled with a mixture of giddiness, anxiety and disbelief. How had you gone to distant friends of sorts, to sleeping in the same bed?

The silence hung in the air until you both drifted to sleep. Both of you feeling that something had changed between you suddenly. You weren't sure what yet, but you were excited to find out.

As the soft morning light peaked through the windows, you kept your eyes closed as you embraced the comfort around you. Recalling where you were, your heart raced a little as you slowly opened your eyes.

Your heart jolted as you realized you and Seungmin were now facing each other, faces only a few inches apart. His hand was gently gripped your sleeve, as if he wanted to keep you close.

You swallowed nervously as you stared at him. You had the overwhelming desire to trace your fingers along his face as he slumbered peacefully. You took a few minutes to admire him, noticing every mark and spot on his features you hadn't before.

After some time, you realized how it might seem if the others woke up and you were here. That might not be a conversation Seungmin would want to have to deal with. Plus, would things be awkward between you if he woke up and found himself latching onto you?

Slowly, and gently, you pried your sleeve from his grip and climbed out of his bed. As he moved and mumbled a few times you froze, fearing he would wake up and find you practically straddling him as you tried to get out of the bed.

Finally managing to get out of the bed without waking him, you grabbed a sticky note and pen off of is desk and wrote on it, before sticking it to the pillow beside Seungmin.

You didn't want to linger in case things got awkward, but you did want him to know how grateful you were of his kindness. Sparing one more glance at him, your heart fluttered as you grabbed your things and silently left the apartment. As you left, you knew Seungmin was going to occupy your thoughts a lot more now.

Seungmin stretched as he woke up, before he suddenly remembered your presence. His eyes shot open as he looked beside him, seeing just an empty bed. Sitting up, he felt a sense of disappointment at your absence, before his eyes spotted the sticky note.

Picking it up, he read it over a few times, a small smile growing on his face.

'I wasn't sure if I should stay or not, but I didn't want things to be awkward with the others if they saw me here still. Thank you for letting me stay and being so nice to me, after the day I had I appreciated it more than you know. I'll see you later Seungmin. - Y/n'

Looking back to wear you had been laying, he recalled waking in the middle of the night to find you facing him, the moonlight from outside illuminating you in an almost ethereal light. He couldn't stop himself from gently tracing your features with his fingers, barely brushing your skin as not to wake you. He watched you for some time, before eventually falling asleep again.

Lying back down with a sigh, he pulled the blanket you had been using over him, your scent filling his nose as he did. Pulling it closer, he inhaled the scent and felt butterflies in his stomach.

He understood now, he did have feelings for you. You weren't friends, perhaps because the feeling that had gone unnoticed stopped him. But he wanted to be closer to you now, to explore the possiblities of what you could be.

Reading over your note again he decided he would do better, do more to get closer to you.

Before you knew what to say to the others, Felix had texted you asking if you were doing alright. Seungmin had told them that you had fallen asleep at their apartment, and that he let you sleep in his room so you were disturbed by the others.

You could tell he had not told them you stayed the night, or that he had carried you to his room himself. Things you wondered if he kept a secret to spare you from possible teasing, or if he wanted it just between the two of you.

The next time you saw Seungmin was when you were invited over to their place for game-night a few days later. When you arrived, Seungmin answered the door. And instead of his usual soft smile in greeting, he grinned at you, taking your bag from you as you slipped off your shoes.

His behavior towards you was more open and bright, and obvious to not just you, but the others. He asked you if you wanted a drink, before leaving to get you one before you could even answer. You looked over and saw the guys watching in amusement as they looked at you with a questioning gaze.

You shrugged your shoulders, as your heart fluttered, wondering if he really did feel the change between you that night like you had. Maybe you hadn't imagined it at all.

Throughout the night, you and the others were confused, yet intrigued by Seungmin's behavior towards you. He sat beside you, talking to you more often and open than he ever had. He brought you food and offered you a blanket, his blanket, when he thought you might get cold.

When he went to the bathroom Han turned towards you and began interrogating you. "Are you guys dating?"

"What?" You asked startled, "No!"

"I think he wants to though." Hyunjin added with a smirk making you throw a piece of popcorn at him.

Your eyes met Felix's and he smiled brightly before he leaned closer and spoke to you, "I always thought he had a crush on you and now I know he does."

You shush them before you sat back on the couch, ignoring their teasing gazes as Seungmin came back into the room. As he sat beside you, he grabbed the blanket on you and moved to cover himself as well, covered the two of you at the same time, side by side. Your heart jolted as butterflies filled your stomach.

When it came time for you to go home, you felt nervous as Seungmin lingered by the door as you slid on your shoes. You had said goodbye to the others and grabbed your bag. Seeing Seungmin slip on his jacket you rose your brow in question. Was he going out?

He met your eyes. "I'm gonna walk you home." His tone came out as though it was obvious what he was going to do.

"O-oh, okay." You smiled, your chest fluttering anxiously.

The two of you were silent until you walked out of the apartment and made your way down the familiar street you walked dozens of times.

Seungmin inhaled the cool breeze as he walked beside you, his arm almost brushing yours as he kept very little distance between the two of you.

"Thank you for walking me home. You didn't have too, but I appreciate it." You said softly and Seungmin nodded with a smile.

"I don't have too, but I want too." He said softly, his tone almost shy.

Your eyes met for a moment before you both quickly looked away. Silence lingered between you for a few moments as you saw Seungmin steal a few quick glances at you.

Slowly, you started talking, awkward small talk turning into casual comfortable conversation. Your steps slowed as you got closer, absent-mindedly wanting your walk to last as long as you could make it.

When you finally reached your apartment, you turned to Seungmin with a kind smile. "Thanks again for walking me home. Be careful on your way back."

He nodded with a smile, "I will."

As you started to turn and walk away Seungmin quickly spoke up. "Wait!"

Turning back to him he swallowed nervously as he fidgeted. "I was wondering if you were free tomorrow."

Your heart jolted as you bit the inside of your lip and nodded. "I am."

"Its smoothie day." He noted on and you realized what he meant.

Once every other week you and a few of the others would go get smoothies at a shop you all fell in love with a couple years ago.

Seungmin rarely went, so it was a pleasant surprise he was going this time. But underneath that, there was a mild disappointment. For a moment, you thought he may be asking you on a date.

You felt a soft disappointment in your chest as you nodded, "Right! I almost forgot" You chuckled softly. "I'll be there."

He nodded "Good." As he took a a few steps back, he motioned for you to head inside as he smiled, "Goodnight."

You smiled and waved softly in return, "Goodnight Seungmin."

As you headed inside, you felt an odd mixture of emotion. Excitement, bewilderment, bashfulness, all of it making you finally truly acknowledge something you had only allowed yourself momentary thoughts of. You definitely, had feelings for Seungmin.

You hoped the others wouldn't notice or point out how you seemed to dress up a little bit more today. You accepted your feelings for Seungmin had grown, though you weren't sure what to do about it.

Though his changed behavior towards you made you think he felt the same, you still feared maybe he had just finally accepted you as a friend. So you didn't want to get your hopes up too much.

As you approached the familiar smoothie spot, your phone buzzed. Reading the message from Felix you furrowed your brow in confusion.

'Enjoy your smoothies ;)'

'Okay, so Felix isn't coming, but what's with the winky face?' You wondered as you headed inside.

Looking around, your heart fluttered as you spotted Seungmin waiting nearby at a table. Looking around more, you saw none of the others, and suddenly realized what Felix's text meant. Did they all stand you up so you'd be alone together?

Swallowing nervously you walked over to him, your stomach filling with butterflies.

Looking up, Seungmin smiled before standing up quickly and pulling a chair out for you.

You smiled in thanks as you sat down. "No one else is coming?" You asked casually, trying not to show your nervousness.

Seungmin sat down and shook his head, appearing a bit nervous as well. "I actually asked them not to come."

"Oh?" Your heart jolted as your eyes widened a bit.

He met your eyes and smiled softly, obviously nervous now. "I kind of hoped we could make this a date...if you're okay with that."

You were silent for a brief moment as you processed what he said. unable to resist smiling you nodded, "I'm okay with it."

Seungmin studied you for a second before he grinned, relief washing over him. "Good. I- I really wanted to get closer to you, I mean I have for a while, but since...since that night you fell asleep at the apartment, I uh- I feel like..." He struggled to get out what he wanted to say as he let out a soft breath.

"Something changed?"

He met your eyes, a bit startled that you understood what he was trying to say. He nodded mutely and you smiled, "I felt it too."

You smiled softly at each other for a moment before you let out a soft chuckle. "It's kind of weird right?"

He chucked as he ran his hands nervously over his legs and nodded. "Yeah. I've never really knew where we stood."

You nodded, "Right? I wasn't sure if we were friends or what, but..."

"But?"

You tried to search for the right words, "But, I always felt comfortable around you, and wanted to be friends we just never seemed to get there."

He nodded in agreement. "That's how I felt too."

You both chuckled as you both understood you had more in common than you thought.

Seungmin started, slowly. "I think... I've been attracted to you since we met. I just didn't recognize it completely. And that stopped me from really getting closer to you even though I wanted too. But that night, I finally realized just how much I want to be around you."

Your heart was pounding as he spoke, your neck and face warm. "So now, we're...what?"

He thought for a second before chuckled, "I don't really know how to label it."

You resisted giggling as you hummed, "We don't have to label anything yet, but I do like where we are headed."

He nodded slowly, "Me too."

Slowly moving his chair closer to you, he cautiously moved his hands to intertwine with yours.

"So how about we start here? We are more or less than friends, with intentions to be more."

Your eyes moved from your intertwined hands to his eyes as you smiled brightly. "How poetic." You giggled, "I like it."

He squeezed your hand softly as he grinned at you, finally relieved knowing where he wanted to go with you, and how to start.

xx End xx

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bad days - kim seungmin

genre: hurt/comfort

pairings: seungmin x gender neutral reader

wc ~1k | moodboard

notes: if this looks familiar, it was originally posted to my secondary blog @zerothreetwentyfive so i'm republishing everything here on my main blog.

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"hey dummy, i'm home."

he says as he's shrugging off his black windbreaker, revealing a white t-shirt underneath and hanging it on the back of the door. seungmin turns around, noticing the way the lamp is clicked on at the same time the ceiling lights are opened as well, and then his eyes move over to you lying in bed. even with a blanket draped over you, he can see that you're curled up into a ball, the bottom half of your face hidden behind the pillow you're clutching to your chest. the brunette's heart drops when his eyes meet yours, glossy and avoiding his own.

"oh bubs…" he rushes over, kneeling to be eye level with you, "what's wrong?"

his hand moves to touch you, caressing your hair gently as you sniffle, no words coming from your mouth. seungmin scans over the top half of your face that isn't covered by the pillow, looking at your hooded eyes, eyelashes clumped together from the tears and your flushed, damp cheeks.

a pout adorns seungmin's lips at the sight of you, "what's got my baby so down? hmm?"

your eyes move to look into his, the tears caught in your eyelashes sparkling from the lamp.

"is it another one of those days?" seungmin asks softly, his hand still stroking your hair.

this time you nod your head slowly. at that his lips purse in a sympathetic smile; knowing how down you'd get on those bad days. the change in your eyes apparent on a good day versus bad, the bliss one day and misery in the next.

"ahh. how about this bubs? i'll take a quick shower, rinse off all the practice sweat and i'll climb in right next to you."

you nod.

seungmin leans forward and presses a tender kiss to your forehead. naturally your eyes close and he pulls away with a smile seeing your eyes flutter open.

you watch as seungmin pushes himself up, off his knees to get ready for his shower: snatching some clothes to change into, and grabbing the towel hanging on the back of the door before he scampers out of the room and into the bathroom. you hear the water running through the faucet, a delay, then the sound of the water rushing from the shower head along with seungmin singing; during longer showers he would sing songs from beginning to end, but during quick ones he would sing random lyrics and tunes. the sound of seungmin's singing has you sighing deeply, the tone of his voice washing a wave of comfort over your body, allowing it to release some of the tension.

even when the water stops running, he continues to hum different tunes as he quickly dries himself off and dresses himself. again, you hear the sound of seungmin's feet against the floor as he rushes back into the bedroom, he's still wearing a white t-shirt but this one has a design printed on the front whilst he wears a pair of plaid pajama pants. the boy hangs his damp towel on the door before shutting off the ceiling lights and climbing under the covers with you.

the fragrant smell of seungmin's body wash and laundry detergent engulfing your senses as he pulls your body away from the edge and into his chest, his breath fanning over the back of your neck. the heat radiating off his body and onto yours has you relaxing in his arms, your back pressed up against his front as he places his right hand over one of yours clutching the pillow.

"i'm here bubs," he says softly from behind you, "whatever you need, i'm right here."

the weight on your chest, lifts at his words.

after being together for over a year, through trial and error, he learned how could be of comfort to you on your bad days. the first couple of times, seungmin tried to talk to you about it, trying to find solutions to make you feel better. while his intentions were good, it only added to the stress and negativity looming inside your head. a lot of the time, you couldn't pinpoint the cause of these feelings. the emotional burden just weighing you down with no clear explanation or reasoning. of course, there were times when the reason for your feelings were apparent but talking about your emotions had never come easy to you.

eventually he learned that the solution wasn't always something that came with long discussions, it came with him just being there. seungmin's presence brought you a sense of comfort. a feeling of relief washing over you whenever he was near, knowing that you didn't need to go through these bad days alone.

seungmin would always be there: verbally or physically, whatever you needed.

seungmin's right arm draped around your body lifts up the slightest bit when he feels you moving. you're abandoning the pillow and turning to face him, his left arm moving under your head as your left arm is now draped around his body, hands fiddling at the fabric of his shirt. seungmin takes this opportunity to cradle your head into his chest using the arm under your head to push you a bit closer, his left hand now gently grazing over your scalp in a small massaging manner. the sound of seungmin's steady heartbeat has you further nuzzling into him.

"thank you," your words are barely even a whisper but seungmin can hear you loud and clear.

he hums, "anytime bubs."

the feeling of seungmin's body pressed up against yours, the steady rhythm of his pulse has your eyes growing heavy, the tranquil atmosphere lulling you to sleep.

seungmin notices how your body fully relaxes in his arms, your fingers stopping their movement around his shirt and how your breathing has slowed down. craning his head the slightest bit, he takes a peek at your face; your eyes closed, lips slightly parted as soft breaths pass through, your cheeks still the slightest bit rosy. seungmin's lips turn up into a cheeky grin, the sight of you peacefully dozed off in his arms never failing to make his heart flip.

"goodnight bubs, sweet dreams."

main masterlist

[mykoreanlove]

Just another day in the dorms - Seungmin version

„Honey?“

Seungmin‘s head was laying on your lap as the two of you were watching TV, his voice disrupting the calm energy of the night.

„Hm?“

You played with his chestnut hair aimlessly, enjoying the comfort it brought to both of you.

„Can you come with me doing laundry?“

„Now?“

It was a cold and solemn night, which you gladly anticipated. The others were out partying which left you enough precious time with Seungmin.

„I’m on duty this week. Honey, please?“

He turned his head and looked at you sweetly, flashing his puppy smile.

„Hmmm, okay.“ You placed a kiss on the top of his nose and got up.

„I had no idea you guys had so much dirty laundry“, you sighed exhaustedly. Seungmin chuckled, hugging you from behind.

You loved being domestic with him - you loved those moments in which you dated Seungmin, cute puppy boy from Korea and not Seungmin, international dandy idol.

He nuzzled into your neck, inhaling you in as much as he could.

„I know it stinks. Thank you for helping me out though.“

You turned around and faced him directly. „You better think of a proper way to make it up to me, Min“, you contoured playfully.

He was grinning in excitement as he got an idea.

„Why don’t I make it up to you right now?“

You looked at him bewildered. „Here? Right now?“

He pushed you cautiously, making you walk backwards until you hit the washing machine.

„Get up“, he said as he helped you jump on the vibrating machine.

You weren’t even sat for a minute as he attacked your neck with kisses; sucking and biting the sensitive skin. Feeling the vibration beneath you as well as his hands and lips on you felt intoxicating.

„Min, are you crazy?“

He ignored your question and squeezed your thighs, his hands sliding under your skirt and finding your throbbing pussy. He felt your wetness, getting hard himself immediately.

„I guess the machine is working“, he smirked. His fingers entered you swiftly, slowly sliding in and out.

Your head fell back in pleasure, little moans escaping your lips.

„Min, babe, stop. What if someone comes in?“

He unzipped his pants and freed his cock - hard as a rock and pulsating from arousal. You gasped as you saw him like that.

He positioned himself between your legs, nudging at your heated entrance. Seungmin whispered softly: „Do you really want me to stop?“ His hips rocking back and forth, hitting your entrance repeatedly.

You shook your head. „No, you little menace, of course I don’t want you to stop. But what if somebody sees?“

He shrugged. „So what? Let them see. Let them take pictures, chat about it on bubble and edit cute little tiktoks. In fact, why don’t I film us myself?“

He entered you with full force, eliciting the loudest moan this dorm had ever heard. You heard him chuckle in pleasure. „Honey wait, I haven’t pressed record yet. Save some for the show.“

[daengtokki]

first kiss with minnie? how he would approach it, and react

Let's do this again...

Kim Seungmin/female reader

wc: 1k

rating: fluff -`♡´-

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He fidgets carelessly with the wrapper from his straw, ripping little pieces off of it, rolling it. Eventually, he knots it up like a pretzel. Seungmin pulls softly until the paper rips in half.

“Someone is thinking about you.”

“Hm?” He sits up and sets the wrapper on the table. “I’m sorry, I spaced out.” The drink by his hand is nearly finished, but he seems to have lost interest in his last few sips.

“Your straw paper,” you point to it, “the knot is still on the end. That means someone is thinking about you.”

He picks it up and examines it, “I’ve never heard that one,” now he finishes the last of his iced coffee, slurping hard and getting every last bit out. “Is it you?” Seungmin leans closer across the table and smirks.

“Yeah, I usually am thinking about you.”

A very obvious blush rises to Seungmin’s ears. His smirk turns into a full smile as he looks around, but there is nobody else to pry in on your date. It’s just the two of you here—Seungmin made sure of it.

It’s only your second real date, but it feels like you’ve known each other much longer. The two of you have danced around each other for months—avoiding eye contact, making excuses to not be in the same room.

Well, not you…that was all him.

When you finally figured him out a little, he eased up, gave you a shot…and now you’re here, alone together for the second time. He seems nervous. You’re not as nervous, you think, but him looking at you the way that he is—eyes soft and sweet—you’re getting butterflies.

Seungmin clears his throat and looks away, spins his cup in his hands, looks down at his hands. Altogether avoids eye contact. He likes looking at you, though, because he thinks your eyes are pretty and kind, and even though you sometimes have a pushy personality, you’ve never been like that alone with him.

You’ve only ever been sweet and patient with his stubbornness.

“Why?” He smiles and finds an interesting spot on the table to stare at, but you watch as they move to your hands. “What did I do to deserve that?” His eyes flutter at you, very briefly, when he asks. “To be on your mind so much?”

There is no answer for that, because Seungmin didn’t do anything. You just happen to catch him on stage—practicing, laughing, goofing off, and you fell hard. You were lucky to be there.

His eyes drop to your lips as you struggle to find the words.

“You don’t have to answer that…” he laughs softly and rubs at his cheeks, “but if it’s true—“

“It is true.”

“Oh,” he says it under his breath. Blushes. Tries to hide his smirk. He does a bad job of it, though.

“Sorry, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You’re not. You’re very sweet.”

“Am I? I don’t get that much.”

“When it’s just us…yes, you are.” He’s still blushing, and stuttering a little as he speaks. “And when I’m around.” Seungmin slides his hand across the table and reaches for yours. “But I don’t get that much, either. Being sweet, I mean.”

“No, you don’t usually come off as sweet. You’re a little bit mysterious.”

“Me? Mysterious?”

You nod, “to me you are.”

“How do you plan on figuring me out?”

You pull him a little closer, “I haven’t decided yet,” and watch as his tongue pokes out between his lips. He smiles and it slowly disappears behind his teeth.

He lifts his free hand to cover his mouth.

“Don’t do that.” You grab his hand and pull a little. “No hiding your smile.”

“Only if you don’t hide your attitude.”

“Deal.”

It feels like your mind goes blank…all fuzzy and static, when he leans in again. You feel the tip of his nose first—it pushes gently into yours before his lips reach you. They graze lightly, like he’s not sure if you’ll kiss back, and he’s afraid of pulling back with nothing in return.

He knows better than that, though, because you both go for it at the same time, and you think you almost hit your teeth against his. He corrects quickly though; pulls back a little, softens his touch. You meet right where you need to.

It feels like he wants more, so you open up a bit. His tongue runs across your bottom lip as it slides in, and he’s not shy about it anymore. He leans across the small table and kisses hard. You wish it wasn’t there, and you feel like he’s thinking the same thing. It’s all that’s keeping your bodies from touching, so…maybe it’s a good thing that it is there.

When he finally releases you, he stays there, eyes closed, like he’s not sure if he’s satisfied yet. It isn’t what you expected from him. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, really…you’re just relieved that he did it.

He’s not done. He kisses again. Just a simple little kiss. But still, he stays there. You open your eyes, and now his are open, too. A smile spreads across his face. There’s a feeling of warm hands moving over your forearm—sliding up, fingers spreading, gripping you gently. His gaze is impossible to break away from.

He kisses again, longer and deeper. You need to get closer, but that might be too much. This is a lot already. You weren’t prepared for him to kiss you like this, so you shut your brain up and enjoy it.

And then he pulls back to take in a deep breath. The bitter taste of his black coffee is all over your lips.

It seems like the perfect time to move away from the table and get closer, but you wait for him to make his next move. He watches you, too, probably waiting for your next move.

But neither of you move. Seungmin bites his lip in a failed attempt to hold back his smile.

You lean forward and rest your elbows on the table. “…well.

“Well…” he repeats, and he leans in too, until his nose is just against yours. “Until next time?” He sits back and stands.

If he’s a tease like this often, you’re looking forward to more. “Yeah…next time. When is next time?”

He squints his eyes and pretends to think, “I’m not sure. I will text you."

“Don’t leave me waiting.”

Seungmin smiles and walks out the door.

[cjsoleil]

Fallen Like Stars and Raindrops (Seungmin x Reader)

Summary: Seungmin is the baseball star at their university and his girlfriend loves him more than anything, even though she doesn’t like the sport.

Warnings: Smut

Authors note: So I wrote this just because there are a lot of works that perceive Seungmin as more mean, which is fine, but I wanted to write him being soft and sweet with a lot of fluff. Enjoy.

Baseball is one of the most boring sports in the world. Well, for Y/N, all sports are boring, but especially baseball. When she tells people this, they always ask the same question.

“How could you say that?”

Their shock is understandable, she is dating the star baseball player at their university. Y/N responds with,

“Watching baseball is boring. Watching Seungmin play baseball is not. It’s an entirely different thing.” It doesn’t make much sense, but watching Seungmin play baseball is really just watching him do something he loves. If Seungmin loved to watch paint dry, Y/N would be right beside him, enjoying herself as the glisten of the walls disappeared.

Despite not loving the sport, Y/N loves going to all of Seungmin’s games. Loves how happy he is, loves the way he looks for his girl in the crowd, clad in his old jersey that is too big for her with his number 07 on the back. Seungmin grins at her and she rolls her eyes with a smile. Seungmin always looks for her after a good pitch or when he returns to home base. Like a dog looking to his owner for praise. Y/N holds up her camera, taking a picture before blowing a kiss and waving him off.

At the end of the game and after Seungmin finishes changing, he runs back out to meet up with Y/N. He will either hug her quickly, since neither of them love public affection, and tell her that he and the team are going out to celebrate their win. He’ll invite her to come and maybe she will, depending on her mood. Or he will choose to ditch the team to hang out with her instead, not that they mind. Today it’s the latter.

“Next time you drive.” Y/N comments from behind the wheel of her car, “You only learn by practicing, baby.” She’s been teaching Seungmin to drive. He hates driving, but she insists it’s a necessary skill. Her hand lays on top of Seungmin’s on the stick shift. It’s for muscle memory she tells him, when they both know she really just wants to hold his hand.

“So you had a good game? I saw you won.” Seungmin nods.

“Yeah.” He shifts in his seat, “I kind of wish it lasted longer.”

“Still full of energy?” He hums in agreement. Seungmin is a person who is very calm, but can be very restless at times. Y/N taps her fingers on the wheel a few times as an idea pops into her head.

“I know a way to help you with that.”

Y/N is not athletic. She does not play sports, she doesn’t like sports. Despite this, she finds herself in this situation a lot.

“Come here, pretty lady.” Seungmin smiles and gestures for his girlfriend to come to him with his hand. When she gets close enough, he wraps his arms around her waist from behind. They’re at an empty park, throwing around a baseball. It was Y/N’s idea, Seungmin loves playing with her. She knows because she asked him a while back,

“Baby, you’re my favourite person to play with.”

“What a sweetheart, but you don’t have to lie.” He smacked the back of her head very lightly.

“Don’t be a brat.”

Y/N will always let Seungmin teach her how to throw or to use a bat for the hundredth time. It makes him happy, never frustrated or even annoyed no matter how many times he needs to show her how to do something.

Seungmin places a firm kiss on her cheek.

“Like this.” He uses his foot to move her legs apart slightly and puts her into a good throwing position, “You’re getting better, but you need more power to your throws.” He holds her hand with the ball and imitates the motion of throwing it multiple times.

“You don’t need to make excuses to get your hands on me Min.” She teases, tilting her head up to look at him. He rolls his eyes and pulls away, rustling Y/N’s hair before putting his baseball hat on her head. When he’s far enough away, she throws the ball the same way a pitcher would, a really bad pitcher, and he catches it easily.

“That was good right?” Y/N asks as she goes up to him and he shrugs.

“Good for you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Generally you're pretty bad-“ Y/N dramatically gasps, cutting him off.

“Ouch. Feels like you stabbed me in the heart Kim Seungmin.” He frowns at her bad acting. They stay at the park until a few drops of rain start to fall, “Looks like it might storm.” Y/N comments, looking at the gray clouds in the sky. She’s happy it didn’t start to rain until after Seungmin’s game, he hates it when they’re canceled, “Let’s go home. Don’t want you to smell like a wet dog.” She failed to dodge the baseball he threw at her.

“Abuse.”

“Idiot.”

Y/N taps her fingers on the steering wheel, listening to Seungmin as he starts to sing along softly to the song. It’s heavy downpour coming down, they’re lucky it didn’t start until after his game. Seungmin’s also lucky, since he got out of driving for the day.

“If baseball doesn’t work out, you could always become an idol.” Y/N tells him after a few minutes, making him laugh, “I’m serious Minnie. Beautiful voice with a face to match. Any company would be lucky to have you.”

“Stop it.” He blushes, looking out the window.

“We wouldn’t be able to be together publicly though. At least not until you went solo. I guess the forbidden, secret romance could be fun at first. But I’d miss you too much. I’d probably have to become a manager just so I could follow you around. Maybe a stylist, I’d make you look so cute, not that you don’t already but-” Seungmin listens as she goes on about the fake scenario.

“Maybe in another life.” He tells her, and seeing they stopped at a red light, he lifts her hand and kisses her palm.

“You think we would still be together?”

“We would.” He answers like it’s obvious, “In whatever fictional or hypothetical lives you make up for us, I love you in every one.” He pauses, before continuing, “If I were to be stuck in a world without you in it, I think I would rather not be there at all.”

“For someone who doesn’t believe in fate, you sure talk like you do.”

“You’re my universe, of course I am with you in every one. ”

The girl shakes her head and pats Seungmin’s hand,

“Shut up before I crash the car.”

Their apartment is small, but it’s enough for the two of them. They used to live on residence, but decided to move in together before the start of third year. They each have their own bedrooms, but Seungmin is the one with a bigger bed. His room is less cluttered as well. On his bed, Y/N lays on her back with Seungmin resting between her legs, head on her stomach. She scrolls on her phone with one hand, running the other one through Seungmin’s fluffy black hair.

“Your stomach is loud.” He tells her, and Y/N pulls his hair in response but doesn’t do anything more. He pulls up her, really his jersey, kisses the bare skin of her stomach.

Y/N reached over to place her phone on the bedside table, knowing where this will lead.

“I won my game today.” He kisses her hip bone, biting softly.

“I know, and I’m proud.” Moving up, he faces Y/N and kisses her for a few seconds before pulling back, smiling against her lips.

“Don’t you think I deserve a prize?” He whispers against her lips, eyes fluttering closed.

“Calling me a prize?” She grins, watching as Seungmin blushes, “You know how to charm me, Min.” Laughing softly, she cups his face,

“Whatever you want, baby.”

She can hear Seungmin inhale sharply, and it’s endearing how flustered he still gets with her. Taking off his sweater first, he reveals his lean torso.

“My eyes are up here.” He teases when he sees Y/N’s stare. She grabs the hem of the jersey she’s wearing, but her hands are pulled away before she can take it off,

“Leave it on.”

“Possessive.” Seungmin can’t defend himself because it’s true. He likes having his girl to herself, and he gets a little jealous when he sees her with her teammates at times, even though he will never admit it.

The athlete moves back to his original position, arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist as he kisses and nips along her stomach. When he eventually gets frustrated with the barriers between them, he stands up. In just a few seconds Seungmin is left in only his boxers, Y/N in only a jersey. When he’s back on top of her, he kisses along her neck, leaving a few marks as he moves along. Licking a stripe up her jaw before kissing her lips even after they turn bright red.

“Pretty.” He mumbles, more to himself than to Y/N, “My pretty girl.” Bringing his hands behind her back, he traces the number on the jersey as he has so many times before. It’s long enough to almost reach the girl’s knees, giving a false sense of modesty.

“I love it when you wear my jersey.”

“I like-“ Her breath hitches, feeling Seungmin’s hands wander further down, blunt nails scratching lightly against her lower back, “Like it when you wear them too.” Seungmin smiles as she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, ignoring the fluttering feeling he gets in his stomach from a simple compliment.

Seungmin sits up and moves off of the girl, resting his back against the headboard. Y/N follows him, sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck and his hands find their place on her waist. He can’t see it, but he can feel her dampening his boxers, making him moan and rest his head on the girl’s shoulder.

“Fuck baby.” He groans, and it’s almost funny to hear him swear since he doesn’t do so often. His right hand moves down her waist with a feather-like touch until he reaches the intimate spot between Y/N’s legs.

“Minnie-“

“You’re so hot.” Seungmin interrupts, and Y/N can’t tell if he is referring to the way she looks or the actual heat that’s coming from her skin. Probably both.

He’s gentle as he coats a finger in Y/N’s wetness, as he pushes it inside her hole and swallows every sound she makes. He adds another, scissoring his fingers to stretch her out.

“Seungmin.” She pants out, digging her nails into the man’s shoulders when he just grazed that spot inside her, “Min, love, please I’m-“

“Wait.” He adds another finger. moans when he feels her tightening around them,

“Just wait, baby. Just a second.” His fingers slips out of her and he grabs her hips to lift her up slightly. With Y/N’s aid and some awkward shifting, Seungmin manages to remove his last piece of clothing.

“Lay down.” He tells her, pushing her slightly. Once she’s on her back, Seungmin leans over and grabs a condom from the bedside table, putting it on before he moves back between her legs. With a steady hold on himself, he slowly pushes into Y/N. They moan in unison as he does.

“Tell me when you’re ready, pretty.” After a minute, Y/N taps his back.

“I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“I wouldn’t lie.” Nodding, Seungmin plants his forearms on each side of Y/N’s head and moves his hips slowly.

She tilts her head back, eyes closed as Seungmin starts to build a slow rhythm.

“Love you.” He whispers against her neck, kissing the skin there right after.

“Min, faster?” She asks even though she knows what his answer will probably be.

“No.” He pants softly, mouthing at her jaw before kissing her earlobe, “No just- let me go slow.” He grabs one of her hands, intertwining their fingers he repeats,

“Let’s go slow baby.” Y/N whimpers as he hits that special spot head on, but still smiles softly.

Sometimes Seungmin is the opposite of this, fast and almost desperate with his movements. Or he will act as if he has all the time in the world, going painstakingly slow just to be a tease.

Right now though, it’s him being sentimental. Trying to convey the love he has for his girl with every movement of his hips, touch of his fingers and graze of his lips.

Y/N feels a warmth cover the side of her face, thumb rubbing against her cheek.

“Look at me.” It’s easier said than done, but she manages to open her eyes to admire the sight above her. Seungmin’s hair sticks to his forehead, skin flushed and shining with a thin layer of sweat.

“Good girl.” He whispers and Y/N runs her fingers over Seungmin’s chest and stomach making him shiver slightly. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulling the athlete closer so they’re chest to chest. It really only takes a few more minutes for Seungmin to start to lose his restraint. Despite his previous words, he starts to move faster, practically knocking the breath out of Y/N when he does.

“Seungmin I’m-“ she’s cut off as his mouth covers her’s. Both their lips must be swollen by now and it hurts when Seungmin softly bites her lower one. After pulling away, he shoves his face in Y/N’s neck, bringing one hand down to rub at her clit.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N cries while throwing her head back on the pillow, eyes rolling back, “Min!” She feels his hand grab hers, intertwining their fingers. He gasps her name and goes a little harder, squeezing her hand.

“Come, please.” He tells her, lifting his head from her neck, “So pretty when you come.” Seungmin slurs out his words and rubs her more harshly, making Y/N jerk her hips and dig her nails into Seungmin’s hand as she falls over the edge, vision going blurry.

With a few quick thrusts, Seungmin finishes with a quiet whimper. He allows himself to rest on top of Y/N, kissing her neck and up her jaw softly. Y/N runs a hand through his hair, before lifting his chin and bringing his lips to hers. After a few moments, having slightly caught his breath, Seungmin pulls out and throws out the condom before falling on his back beside his girl. The two pant whilst staring at the ceiling.

“How are you?” Seungmin asks Y/N, shifting and wrapping his arm around her waist, “Need anything? Want something?” She moves a little, resting her head on his chest and giving him a quick kiss there.

“I’m fine.” Her voice is almost covered because of the rain pelting the windows. She’s lying, she actually is pretty hungry, just unwilling to move. Seungmin runs a hand through her hair just like how she did to him earlier. As he expected, Y/N’s breaths start to steady, indicating that she is almost asleep. He pulls her a little closer to his chest, bending his neck down to peck her shoulder.

“Goodnight my love.” Seungmin whispers before closing his eyes, allowing the sound of rain hitting the window along with the warmth his girl is giving him to lull him to sleep.

“Night Minnie.”

[twinklychan]

Ouch!

A Kim seungmin Oneshot [fluff]

This is so random, and I'm in my baby fever moments, so please bear with me 🙏

“Here we are.” Seungmin sighs, putting your luggage on the Nightstand. 

“Here we are.” You mumble, joining him as you rub your belly. 

You look at Seungmin and smile as you see him smile fondly at you.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asks, moving closer to you as he puts his right hand on the lower of your back, his eyes scanning your body.

“Yep, I'm fine.” You smile, reassuringly. He was obviously nervous about this. You were too, if you were honest. After all, you'd be the one delivering the baby.

Seungmin nods before he gently pushes you down onto the bed in the hospital room.

“Relax a bit.” He tells you, his eyes fixed on yours before he puts a hand over yours, folding them with one another.

You nod, closing your eyes as you sigh, your stomach feeling heavy. One might think you'd get used to the stomach after 9 Months of Pregnancy but you certainly were not used to it yet.

Your eyes shoot open as you clench Seungmin's hand in yours, a muffled groan leaving your lips. The Pain moves from your bottom to your top and takes about one minute before vanishing.

Seungmins eyes are now wide open, he went into a squat to look up into your face and examine it.

“A Contraction?!” He asks, hastily as you nod, teeth clenching before you can finally lose the grip you had on his fingers this whole time. 

Suddenly you hear another woman screaming from the labor room and your face pales. All the blood drains down into your feet. You look at seungmin with wide eyes. 

“You know what?-” You stand up, huffing as you try to make it seem effortless, while seungmin moves around to help you.

“I can keep the baby inside for another nine months, let's go home.” You basically waddle (as fast as a pregnant woman can waddle) towards the door, trying to open it. 

A grip on your arm stops you.

“Baby~” Seungmin chuckles, unable to control the funny emotion inside of him as he turns you around to face him. Now both hands lay on your shoulders, his back bent just the slightest and his face close to yours.

“I know this is scary for you- at least I think I know- anyways- you- WE can do this, okay? You're gonna be okay, baby, everything is going to be alright, because-” He takes the left hand off of your shoulder and slowly moves it down to your right Hand, intertwining them gently just like he did 5 Minutes prior.

“- I'm gonna be there with you, through all of it. I'll be there, holding your hand while you deliver, I'll be there to care for you after you deliver. Heck I'll hold your hand when we're both buried underground no matter how many layers of mud and coffins I have to go through; I'll be there with you, through it all. You know why?” He asks, looking into your eyes and you know he doesn't wait for an answer.

“Because it's you and me now and forever. It was and will always be you and me, us, together. And soon it will be the three of us. I love you, you're so strong for doing this and I'm incredibly grateful for everything you're doing right now. So I want you to know that I love you and everything you have to face, I have to face too.” He mumbles, his forehead now lingering on your forehead as he smiles, slowly leaning in, to kiss you. 

And you let him. You let him kiss you silly, you'd let him kiss you if a war was going on beside you. Because his kisses would calm you down after anything. His kisses were your solutions. And that would never change.

You bite his lip, harshly, sucking in a groan as another contract hits you.

“Ah!- omg! I'm so sorry baby!” You basically yell as Seungmin groans, his hand covering his mouth as he brushes the tip of his fingers against his lip, pulling it away again to see a small red stain.

“Are you okay?!” You fumble to get a closer look, pouting as you see the blood.

“I'm so sorry.” You cry, brushing away your tears as you try to hug him properly.

He just starts to laugh. 

"it's okay baby, it didn't even hurt that much, just startled me. Don’t cry!” He pulls you away from his chest, wiping away a few more tears that have dropped before kissing your hands and lastly your lips.

“Are you okay?” He asks and you nod, ‘yes’ you think and he understands. It's not a yes yes but a simple ‘I-can-handle-it’ yes, and he understands it. Because it's him. And because it's you. You will always understand each other with a simple look. 

Your eyelids close a bit longer before you open them again as he does the same.

‘I love you’

‘I love you too’

And you both smile, sharing another kiss.

“Ouch!”

“sorrysorrysorry!” You hastily say, after another Contraction hit you.

[crisscreen]

Seungmin lockscreens

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[hyunverse]

enemies to lovers - seungmin please!! thank you rin, have a great time ♡

it's absolute bullshit.

you’d swear that he’s the most annoying person you’ve ever met — you can’t stand his guts at all. he could be about 20 metres in your radius and you’d get goosebumps all over your body. you dread to go to the classes you share with him, despises how he makes you feel, so you avoid eye contact at all costs. you loathe how he always reminds the teacher of the homework everytime he knows you didn’t do it. he’s not the type to be a teacher’s pet but everytime he hears you whisper to a friend that you didn’t do the homework, he’d suddenly say — “sir, we had homework yesterday!”

he feels the same way about you. each time you walk past, he'll turn his gaze away so your eyes don't meet. then, when you're away, he'll stare at your back with a face full of disgust. you know because you've caught him doing so, in which you returned his gesture by sticking your tongue out at him.

the two of you can't stand each other — everyone knows. that's why they purposely placed the two of you in the same closet while playing a game of seven minutes in heaven. the closet door sounds a loud thud once jisung shuts it close, yelling out a quick "make up and make out!"

seungmin irritatingly grumbles beside you, plopping down on the ground. the closet is full of clothes, and reeks of jisung’s cologne. you two try to fit in the closet together, resulting into an argument.

“bloody move, damn,” he cusses, wiggling around for space.

you scoff, “you’re taking up most of the space.”

the argument continues, both bodies wriggling around for comfort. it gets to a point where someway, somehow — even you’re not sure how — seungmin topples over one of jisung’s shoes and falls on top of you.

you can feel the heaves of his breaths and his eyes boring into yours despite the darkness. both his knees are on the ground, palms as well, only chests not touching each other’s. you don’t know why but you hold your breath, staring back into his eyes.

“not so loud now, huh?” he mutters. you hate that he still doesn’t lose his sass in situations like this.

“you’re insufferable, kim seungmin.”

“yeah, maybe i am,” seungmin retorts, “but it’s only towards you.”

“huh?”

before you know it, the gap between the two of you are sealed by seungmin’s lips crashing into yours. again, you’re not sure why but you kiss back, gripping onto his sides. after a while he pulls back, earning a whimper from you.

“you’re so annoying,” he kisses, “i wish you weren’t so pretty so i could hate you in peace.”

you roll your eyes, “kim seungmin. shut up and just kiss me, damn it.”

it’s safe to say that jisung was overjoyed the moment he opened the closet door.

[ihave-atummyache]

NEED HIM SO BAD KIM SEUNGMIN ONE CHANCE

[taesankisser]

HEY DARLIN’ (repost)

bf!seungmin x gf!reader (wc: 1k-ish)

summary: after a day full of stress and exhaustion, y/n goes home to her loving sweet boyfriend, who is always ready to comfort her <3

song rec: hey darlin by fantastics from exile tribe

warnings: disgustingly sweet fluff, lots of physical touch, mention of food, reader lies on top of minnie (?), tickling, they’re so in love it’s kinda yucky (being in love?? in this economy??)

today had been a hard day for so many reasons, and it seemed like it was just one thing after the other. you felt so frustrated with your circumstances and exhausted from the trouble that the day had brought you. all you wanted was to go home and melt into the arms of your loving boyfriend. you made your way up to your shared apartment thinking about how good it’s going to feel to finally be in his presence.

when you opened the door, there he was. sitting on the couch, waiting for you like he always did. your worries and stress from the day completely dissolved into nothing the second you laid eyes on him. he wasn’t even doing anything, just on the couch lounging around, but he already helped you feel better just by being there looking so content.

“welcome home!” he said calmly as he started getting up, probably to hug you. that was something you really cherished about him. he was always so relaxed and laid back. he was excited to see you, of course, but he never felt the need to make a big huge deal over it. he would always greet you gently and make an effort to make sure you got a welcome home hug. he was like the personification of comfort in your eyes, and you loved him so very much.

“no, no, stay, let me just-“ you said as you quickly set your things down, took your shoes off, and made your way to him. he gave you a confused look while halfway off the couch to which you just gave him a tired smile.

“puppy pile?” he questioned.

“puppy pile.” you affirmed his suspicion. he immediately relaxed his body into a comfortable position on the couch with his arms open, waiting for you again. you then straddled his waist, wrapped your arms around his body, and leaned your upper body against his. you fully hugged him with your head completely smushed into his neck.

“i’m in love with you.” you admitted to the boy beneath you as you tried to hold him tighter as if he was going to disappear suddenly. you felt his chest rumble as he began to laugh sweetly at you. you felt your heart pound at the sound, at the feeling. it was one of your favorite things while cuddling to be able to feel him laugh. it was a moment that was so intimate, so precious to you.

“i won’t be able to breathe if you hold me any tighter, baby”

“close isn’t close enough.” you pouted into his neck, while he smiled at you.

“i agree, but i also need to breathe!” he continued to laugh at you.

“if you hate me just say it, kim seungmin.”

“i love you, y/n” he said as he looked down at you with such sincerity in his eyes and a lovestruck grin plastered on his face. you looked up at him and saw the look of pure adoration in his eyes. you felt so loved that it made you shy, so you started giggling, then squeaked out an “i know” back to him. you snuggled into him again, while he gently rubbed your back. you wish you could bottle this moment and keep forever. this is exactly what you needed after the kind of day you had. you were so grateful you could always count on seungmin to be there to bring you peace.

the two of you lied like that for a while, basking in each other’s touch without feeling the need to say much. you were home. physically, yes you were definitely at home, but mentally your home wasn’t just a place. your home was kim seungmin. he was your safe person, and the reason for your happiness. every stressor lost its meaning when you were with him. when you were with your home, you had nothing to worry about. he was someone that made you stay in the moment, he kept you so grounded. you felt like nothing could hurt you, no matter emotionally or physically, when you had him by your side. you were deep in thought, thinking about how much the man beneath you meant to you, when he tore you from it all.

“y/n, should we eat something? it’s dinner time!” he said as he checked his phone, you two had been lying there for much longer than you thought.

“oh yeah, we probably should!”

“what would you like, my love?”

“doesn’t matter to me!”

“how about your favorite?”

“ugh, kim seungmin, you’re the man of my dreams”

“i know right?” he responded with a smirk and you gasped in shock at him. he always had so much audacity it caught you off guard sometimes. you gently tapped him on the head as a way to reprimand him.

“watch it, i might fall out of love with you.”

“that’s literally impossible.”

“i mean-”

“i’m right, admit it!”

“no!”

“i am so right!”

“nuh-uh”

“yuh-huh” he made an exaggerated facial expression at your refusal. the whole thing just made you two break out in giggles.

“you love me. you’re sooo in love with me!” he said as he stuck his tongue out.

“yeah right!” you lied through your teeth. he was absolutely correct, and knew it too.

“i know what will get the truth out of you.” he said as he sat up, which made you sit up on his lap, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“what?”

“i have a way-”

“NO PLEASE!”

“WITH TORTURE!” he said as he switched your positions so you were underneath him. he straddled your own body, so you had no way of moving, then began ruthlessly tickling you. you couldn’t stop laughing, it was almost painful, but you enjoyed every second of this moment with the person you loved the most.

“SAY IT! admit you love me!”

“NO!”

“say it or else!” he said as he persisted his tickle attack. he got a specifically sensitive spot that made you cave.

“OKAY! ENOUGH! I’M DYING! i love you or whatever.”

“or whatever? you’re so lame.” he said as he made a displeased face and continued his torture. the whole time, though, you were laughing.

“i love you, kim seungmin.”

“as you should.” he nodded as he stopped his attack and leaned down to kiss you. you didn’t have time to react to his matter-of-fact statement as he kissed you. his lips felt heavenly on yours. you melted into the kiss, into him, and were reminded of the fact that everything will be okay. everything will be okay because you have him by your side, and that’s more than enough.

END!

author’s note: u guys liked this sm on my old acc that i just had to repost it so it wasn’t gone forever! hehe i hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!

-lots of love, solar

[minhosimthings]

Kiss me once, kiss me twice

Synopsis: slow dancing with Seungmin after a long day.

Pairings: bf!Seungmin × fem!reader

Warnings: fluffiest shit to ever erupt out of this blog, hurt/comfort, crying, hurt/comfort, reader is exhausted, mention of food, joke about wanting to die

A/N: can everyone here tell I'm lonely as fuck rn and want someone to hold me and tell me I'm their baby. No? Cool NOW READ.

Kiss me once

Then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long, long time

Seungmin was your comfort.

He was your cocoon which you could wrap yourself into and sleep after a long caterpillar day and turn into a pretty butterfly the next day.

Seungmin was also a menace, no doubt in that, always finding ways to tease you, never wasting a second in making quips. But sometimes it doesn't become a joke for you, when you're tired and all you want is a hug and all he does is tease you.

Work had been shitty today. Two breaks had gone by like the pretty autumn sun when Seungmin's eyes would light up like your entire universe. Almost fifteen meetings and one spilt coffee later, you found yourself spiralling down a wormhole of wanting nothing but a pillow to scream into or someone to bury yourself in.

Seungmin, being that specific someone.

"Did you bury a body or something?" Seungmin teased, as you plopped down onto the couch, tears still fresh on your skin. Ponyo had been playing on the tv as you wrapped yourself into Seungmin's arms, nuzzling yourself like a baby.

"Y/N you're choking me." Seungmin laughed, loosening his grip a bit, "If I wanted to die by your arms I would have said so you know."

That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Y/Nnie? Please come out love." Seungmin knocked on the bathroom door in homeless despair as the only thing that answered him was a stark, emotionless 'no'. He sighed and brought himself down to sit against the door.

"Did you drag a body against the door." He heard your grumbles from the other side, bringing a slight smile to his face. "Would you like me to?" He answered, this time, earning the faint sound of your giggle.

A crack in the hole, finally.

With a crack of a hinge, Seungmin suddenly fell back onto the tiles of the bathroom as you opened the door. His confused face as he lay on the floor bought a smile to yours as you giggled and helped him get up.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled as you brought your arms to his neck, wrapping yourself around him like a grass covered snake on a willow tree. Seungmin swayed you like that for a while as his arms twisted around your waist, keeping you to his body securely.

Moonlight flooded the room from the open windows as a light breeze blew, making your skin curdle into goosebumps. Yet your body stayed warm in Seungmin's embrace.

"Are we dancing right now?" You giggled into Seungmin's shoulder, noticing the way he was swaying you around. Seungmin's chuckle sounded like a melody in your ear as he started moving his feet in a waltz like movement.

"Wait." He let go your waist and dramatically bowed to you, kissing the tip of your hand. His lips felt like soft cotton on your skin.

"May I have this dance, my lady?" He spoke, an octave lower than his normal voice, extending his hand to you, which you took, tracing the lines on his palm.

"Of course, my lord." You responded, holding back a giggle and resting your hands over his shoulders, whilst his went to your waist as if a iron attracting magnet or an orphan attracting misfortune.

His movements were gentle, slow, comforting. As you swayed left and right, taking in his scent, you felt the earth wrap around you like a mother wrapping her arms around her newborn child. The room felt sepia toned, a warm ocean dragging you to comfort. Your mind took you away from all the bad things that had happened today and rested solely on the boy in front of you, soundlessly swaying you to an invisible melody.

Seungmin hummed a soft tone to your ear as his nose kept burrying into your neck. He loved the way you smelled exactly like all his dreams.

"I know that song." You perked up, and gently hummed along with Seungmin. "Kiss me once then kiss me twice-" you sang softly, "Then kiss me once again." "it's been a long, long time." Seungmin finished your melody in his honey sweet voice.

His lips on yours felt bittersweet, like the warm feeling on sand on the beach as he dug his fingers softly into your skin like a painter gripping his paintbrush. Art was always your ghetto, and his kissed deserved to be in a museum, painted all pretty in a canvas for you.

You stayed melted into each other for some time, before you noticed Seungmin quietly dragging you to the bed. "Want to cuddle?" He asked meekly, puppy eyes shining through. You hummed in response, being too tired and too comfortable to say anything.

"Am I choking you?" You asked uncertainly as you and Seungmin settled underneath the covers. Seungmin chuckled and tightened his grip around you. "I'm good love. But if I were to die from all the cuddling, just know that I died happy."

"that's what we'll write on your tombstone then." You laughed softly, not wanting to disrupt the silent slumber of all the dust, the insects and the sky, "Death by Y/N." "Hmm I don't think so." Seungmin's chuckle sent a warm shiver down your body, "We'll write 'Death by Y/N's kisses."

"that would be my favourite way to death." He whispered at last, as both of you melted like ice cream in the summer, into unbothered sleep, not caring what the next morning may bring

Kiss me once

Then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long long time.

[mykoreanlove]

Late night texts

Seungmin broke your heart weeks ago and moved on rather quickly … or didn’t he?

[yeoosaangg]

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

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

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