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ihave-atummyache · 19 days ago

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i hate you (pt 2)

kim seungmin one shot/imagine

3.8k words

dont need to read part one for this to make sense

NSFW!!! straight up smut fr (warnings under the cut)

so so so toxic

(pt1)

content warning: hate sex, one(1) instance of spitting, oral (m rec), degradation, dirty talk, calls reader bitch(sorry>_<), thigh riding, fingers in mouth, gagging, choking, coughing, one(1) slap, seungmin is so mean, not a good ending, no after care, missionary, doggy, reader says slow down and wait and he doesnt but theyre into it so its okay, they are FUCKING not having sex or making love!, probably sm more that i missed

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It's been weeks since you and Seungmin broke up and a few of your friends finally convinced you to join them at a bar after weeks of begging you. Of course it was the bar that you and Seungmin had your first date at.

When you walk into the familiar bar, you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. The atmosphere is comfortable and you're happy you've been convinced to leave your bed. It’s too empty without Seungmin anyways.

The entire apartment is empty and quiet without all his belongings and his friends coming in and out constantly. You hate to admit it, but you miss it. You miss the commotion, miss the familiarity of it all. Now, it's too… quiet, too… empty.

You sit at the bar, between one of your friends and a man that you actually went on a date with when you and Seungmin broke up one of the first times. He still has a crush on you and your friends are trying to get you over Seungmin by getting you under someone else.

A few drinks in, you're laughing along with some of the jokes that your friends are making when you see him. Probably one of the worst people you could have seen tonight. Much worse than if you had just seen your ex.

Your eyes meet Lee Know's on the other side of the bar and you both freeze for a moment, eyes locked. Someone taps him on his shoulder and he breaks eye contact and you turn quickly, a quiet curse leaving your lips before you stand suddenly.

"Uh, bathroom," you murmur out. One of your friends offers to come with you but you insist it's fine, knowing you just need a second to breathe. You rush towards the bathroom and enter before flicking the door locked, the smell of bleach filling your nostrils.

You walk towards the sink and let out a shaky breath, hands gripping the porcelain. You look up at your reflection and take another deep breath.

Your jeans suddenly feel too tight, the room too small, your hands too sweaty and you have to sink to your knees in front of the sink. After a few deep breaths, you regain your composure and stand before pulling your phone from your pocket and looking down.

Your heart drops when you see the notification.

At our bar without me?

Of course Lee Know snitched. Why wouldn't he? Seungmin is one of his best friends and you knew that when you came out tonight, there was a risk of seeing one of them, especially at this bar.

You let the liquor type your response before you can even think about it and press send before slipping your phone back into your back pocket.

it isn't "our" bar since there isnt an "us" anymore. didnt i tell you to leave me alone?

Harsh? Maybe. Well deserved? Yes.

You pull the bathroom door open and before you can step out someone pushes you back into the bathroom.

"What the hell? What the fuck do you think-"

"Relax, would ya?" The voice makes you stop in your tracks before you allow your eyes to trail up the familiar frame and are met face to face with your current nemesis.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Seungmin?" You snap, pushing his hand off your shoulder. He looks good. Great even. He doesn't seem to have shaved today, a low stubble noticeable and slight bags under his eyes.

He looks tired and for some reason, it's giving you satisfaction that he doesn't seem to be doing well without you. But how does he still manage to look so good? He has on a simple outfit, a baseball cap, some jeans, and an oversized shirt but he still looks effortlessly handsome.

"Whenever you're done checking me out, can we talk?" your cheeks heat up and you cross your arms over your chest , eyes on his.

"What part of 'leave me the fuck alone' is so hard for you to comprehend?" You practically spit at him, referencing your last ‘talk’ you tried to have. You want nothing more than to slap the stupid, hot smirk from his face.

"You know I can't let you go that easily," he tries to reach for you but you take a step back.

"Should've thought about that before you made it so easy to leave you," the harsh words leave your mouth and you almost wish you could take it back when you see the slight falter in his smile. Almost.

"Ouch, baby. When you say things like that, I might actually think you hate me," he tries to reach for you again but you walk around him and reach for the bathroom door, unlocking it.

Before you can pull the door open, his palm slaps down next to your head, holding the door shut. You can feel his breath on the back of your neck, goosebumps rising across your skin.

"Please. Let's talk," He's pleading again, begging for your attention. As much as you would love to say no, when he has you like this, it's hard to resist. You can feel his body heat radiating onto you, barely an inch between the two of you and your body yearns for more, yearns for him and his touch.

You let your head fall forward, resting against the wood of the door and he lets his head fall onto your shoulder. You let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding before continuing

"Fine. But not here. You can come to the apartment later," you swallow thickly and he lets out a deep breath, relief.

"Okay," and with that one simple word, his body heat leaves your's. His hand leaves the door and you quickly pull it open, not bothering to look at him again before going straight back to the bar where your friends are.

———

A few hours later, you're kicking your shoes off at your apartment. You start making your way towards your room to shower but there's a gentle knock on the door. You know who it is. He still knocks, despite having a key. You were never able to find his copy, assuming he still has it and never thinking much about it.

You open the door, stepping aside and letting him come in. He kicks his shoes off, the same spot he always leaves them, falling easily into a familiar routine. Your stomach lurches at the thought.

In that moment it finally hits you.

You hate him.

The man that you once thought was the love of your life, you can barely stand to look at anymore. But it's strange because despite that, you want him so badly. You want him to ruin you. You want to take what you want from him which happens to be his body.

You make your way to the couch in silence before you sit and pat the spot next to you, inviting him to join you.

"Let me start," he barely sits before he begins to speak. You prop your elbow up on the back of the couch, head resting in your hand as you look at him. You remain silent and he takes a deep breath, hands rubbing over his thighs nervously.

Your eyes flicker down to his hands, he still wears the ring and the bracelet you bought him. 'His pretty hands deserve to be decorated' is what you told him when you originally handed him the birthday gift. He then proceeded to finger you until you couldn't think. You cross your legs at the thought and attempt to focus on his words again.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I've been horrible to you. I want nothing more in this world than for you to forgive me," his words are familiar, a repetition of the same bullshit apology he had been feeding you for almost 3 years now.

"Before we continue talking," you pause and he finally meets your eyes, "Can I do something?" you ask and he nods but before he can even think you're crawling over to him, throwing a leg over his thighs and straddling his lap.

Your head falls into his neck and you inhale deeply, his familiar scent filling your lungs before you place a soft kiss against his pulse point. He inhales sharply before his hands land on your thighs, kneading you through your jeans. You let your hips shift, grinding against him and you can't hear him moan but you can feel the deep vibration against your lips.

"L-listen. I-I don't know if this is a good idea," His voice is shaky and your hands slowly caress down his chest, over his stomach then back up, resting on his shoulders.

"I need it," is all you reply with, pulling your head away to look at him, his cheeks flushed, his hat pushed back slightly and you can see him swallow, adam's apple bobbing before he nods at you once and that's all the approval you need.

You stand from his lap and tug your jeans down your legs before kneeling in between his legs and unzipping his jeans, pulling them down slightly so you can see him bulging against his briefs.

"As much as I can't stand you," you lean forward and press a kiss on his hip bone, just above his waist band, "Nobody fucks me like you," you admit and he inhales sharply when you finally pull his waistband down slightly, allowing him to spring free.

He's mostly hard despite only a little grinding and neck kissing. You figure he also hasn't been with anyone else. The wounds still too fresh to try to get with someone new.

You finally lick a stripe up the length of him before taking him into your mouth and slowly sinking down.

"Fuck... been missing this mouth, baby," his hand threads into your hair, heavy on your head but not forcing you down, just resting there.

"Such a good, pretty mouth when you aren't being cruel to me," his fingers grip your hair at his statement and he pushes you down further, making you choke around his length. He suddenly pulls you off of him, your lips slick and drool dripping from your mouth, tears already forming in the corner of your eyes.

When your eyes meet his, they’re much darker. Not nearly as sorrowful as they have been all evening, no sign of guilt in them. Now they’re filled with lust and you bite down on your lip when his intense gaze travels all over your face before reaching your eyes once more.

"Open, slut," you obey, opening your mouth and he leans forward, spitting directly on your tongue. Before you can close your mouth, he guides you back to his hard cock and pushes it down your throat once more.

The combination of his saliva along with his making you glide easily down his shaft, your jaw already beginning to ache at the size of him. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension between your own legs.

His hand takes full control, guiding you up and down his length, choking you on his cock. You're gagging and coughing around him, barely able to breathe and tears begin pouring from your eyes but he still doesn't stop.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? Wanted me to use this smart mouth however I want?" He pulls you off of him once again, his hand grabs your jaw and pulls you to standing before turning you and pushing you down to lay on your back on the couch without warning.

His left hand makes its way to your panties before unceremoniously ripping them from your body. His middle and ring finger of his right hand tap against your lips and you immediately part your lips to let his fingers in. He pushes them in further than you expected, making you gag around them and he chuckles.

"So pathetic under me like this," he pulls his fingers from your mouth and slaps you on the cheek once, not too hard but enough to make you groan.

"Please," you start to beg, desperate for attention on your most desperate part.

"Patience is a virtue," is all he says back before his fingers enter your mouth once again, sliding back and forth on your tongue. You try to clench your thighs together but his left hand makes it difficult, still resting on the couch between your thighs but not touching you where you need it most, just keeping you from closing your legs.

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you? Since I'm feeling generous, I'll give you what you want," he shoves his still jean clad thigh between your legs and presses against your wet pussy. You moan around his fingers, eyes rolling back when you finally get some friction.

"Now hump like the little bitch in heat that you are," his words make your hips automatically start to grind against the jeans. At first, the friction is a little harsh but as you get wetter, it keeps feeling better and better.

You start to pick up the pace, hands grabbing the cushion under you before deciding to settle them in the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers wrap around the unzipped fabric, making them slide against his hips. He groans at the friction created when the jeans move against where he has tucked himself back into his jeans.

Your hands wrap around his wrist when he goes slightly deeper down your throat and he finally pulls them from your mouth. He pulls his thigh away from you and you whine out at him, hips trying to follow him.

"Shut up. You'll take whatever I decide to give you," his words are harsh and silence you instantly, making tears well up behind your eyes but even if you were to start crying now, he wouldn't stop. He knows your limits better than you do at this point and likes to push you right to the breaking point.

His wet fingers make contact with your clit, circling the bundle of nerves and making you bite down on your lip to keep from moaning out. His pace is perfect and you know exactly what he is about to do to you. He's taking you to an orgasm immediately and you hope he grants it to you.

"Please, please, please," you don't even know what you're begging for at this point. Beginning him to let you cum? Begging him to just fuck you already? Begging him to stop? You're just begging, hoping he knows because you surely don’t.

"All you can do is beg, isn't that right, pretty girl?" The nickname contradicts his torturous and almost down right mean words and actions. You just nod in response, your orgasm quickly approaching when he stops completely, staring down at you.

"Did you not hear me clearly or are you choosing not to answer me when I speak to you?" Your eyes fly open and you finally meet his eyes for the first time since you laid on the couch. His hair is messy from being under the hat but he still looks insanely hot. His pupils blown, a slight sheen of sweat on his face as he looks down at you, his free hand wrapped around his cock and stroking himself lazily.

You don’t have any idea when he pulled himself out, too lost in your own world to be able to pay attention to anything around you.

"I'm sorry I..." you trail off before you swallow and realize you don't even remember what you're apologizing for. A smirk covers his features, eyebrows raising at you.

"Little thing doesn't even remember what we're talking about does she?" Your eyes cast down and before you can say anything, his hand that was stroking himself grabs your jaw and forces your head up, hand wedged between your jaw and throat.

"Eyes up. I want to see your face every time I make you fall apart. I want you to remember who is doing this to you. I want you to remember that it's only me who can get you this ruined. I've ruined you for everyone else and you are mine forever," He forces your eyes on his as he speaks, tone casual, as if he didn't just claim you for the rest of both of your lives. And the worst part? He's right. He's ruined you for anyone else and you hate him for it.

"I hate you," you whisper out, voice cracking and he just chuckles again before suddenly plunging two fingers into you, making your back arch off the couch.

"Yeah, yeah. I know," his tone is dismissive and you clench around him as he fingers you, forearm flexing as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you. He suddenly curls his fingers, pushing against the gummy spot inside of you, making you squeal.

"Now I want you to cum and scream out the name of the man you hate so much," His pace picks up, pushing you back towards your previous orgasm again, "Let me hear you. Let me hear who you belong to," he demands and a choked out moan leaves your mouth as your fingers grab the cushions of the couch again.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum, oh my god," he continues his pace, slowly pushing you over the edge.

"I'm not God but I'll take the compliment," he’s so fucking cocky and as much as it annoys you, you cum with a scream of his name, soaking his hand and the couch under you. He continues to finger you, letting you ride out your orgasm but as you start to come down, overstimulation begins to hit.

"I-I just came wait," your hands wrap around his wrist and his free hand grabs both of your wrists, pinning them to your chest as he continues to finger you and you begin to writhe beneath him.

"You can take it. Give me one more. I'm not asking," his pace begins to pick up again, his only goal in mind is making you cum on his fingers again. And you do, quickly. Much more quickly than you ever have before and he releases your hands from his grip.

You reach out, smacking your hand down on the couch cushion a few times, trying to calm your nerve endings down. Only when tears start to form at the corner of your eyes does Seungmin finally stop.

You take a deep breath and before your mind is even clear, you feel his hands on the back of your thighs, pushing them to either side of your chest. Your eyes fly open and drop to between your legs, his hard cock out and you look back up at him again.

You sniffle, trying to wipe tears from your face, mascara all over your hands and probably your face too but you don’t care right now, you can’t care right now if you wanted to.

“Min, please, sensitive,” your words barely make sense and he scoffs before leaning forward, his tip kissing your entrance. He rubs through your arousal a few times, sending chills up your spine, body subconsciously jerking away from him.

“You started this. Now you’re going to finish it,” his tone and the way his gaze is locked on your’s silences you instantly and you just nod once as he pushes in.

You both let out a moan at him finally being inside of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arches off the ruined cushion. He grabs the hem of his shirt and places it in his mouth before he finally begins to move.

He doesn’t start out slow, his first thrust knocks the air from your lungs and you immediately reach down and press your hands against his lower stomach when his tip presses against your cervix.

“Move your hands,” he demands and you do, decided to grab at his toned sides instead. You can feel every muscle rippling under his skin with each brutal thrust into your drenched hole. Before you can stop yourself, you reach out to try to slow him down again, which doesn’t bode well.

“I said move your fucking hands,” he pulls out, grabbing your throat before flipping you over the arm of the couch, your chest pressed to the rough fabric. He slips back into you with ease, a hand wrapping into your hair tightly.

Every time he slides into you, a whimper escapes your throat and your fingers grab onto the arm of the couch even tighter. You feel like you’re fighting for your life, tears streaming and his cock buried so deep that it feels like it’s in your damn throat.

He releases your hair and wraps a hand around your throat instead, squeezing the sides and making you see stars. He pulls you back by your throat, your back flush against his chest and his thrusts somehow never falter once.

“Come on now. You can take it. You said you hate me so let me fuck you like I hate you,” he whispers into your ear, words coming through clenched teeth as another tear escapes. He turns your head towards him and licks the salty liquid from your cheek before pushing you back down onto the couch.

That’s all it takes for you to cum again. You don’t even have time to warn him before your orgasm comes crashing over you like a tidal wave. He slows down but doesn’t stop completely.

“Shit, Min. If we keep going I feel like I’ll pass out,” you whimper out and much to your dismay, you hear him chuckle behind you.

“Well that’s too bad because I’m not done with you yet,” his words send a chill down your spine and be grabs both your elbows, pulling them behind your back before drilling into you.

Once again, you can’t warn him when you feel a sensation like no other in your lower stomach.

“Seungmin! Fuck baby I’m-” you can’t finish your sentence when you feel it rush out of you and all over the couch beneath you, along with Seungmin’s thighs.

You just squirted every where and it was enough to send Seungmin over the edge as he buries himself deep inside of you.

“Gonna fill this pussy with, hope it takes so everyone knows exactly who you belong to,” he rambles, slowly pumping in and out of you before collapsing on top of your body. You both lay there, bodies wet from sweat and…other excretions before you hear and feel Seungmin take a deep breath.

“I went on a date and could only think about you the entire time,” his words are quiet and the room falls into silence shortly after, the only thing you hear is your heart pounding in your ears.

You feel the tears well up behind your eyes and bury your face into the couch, trying your best to not let him see you cry.

“Get out. I hate you. I fucking hate you,” you murmur out and Seungmin freezes. You sniffle, still fighting tears. He has to fight every instinct in his body to not wrap his arms around you. Instead, he pulls out and stands up.

As he begins to pull his clothes on, you grab a blanket and wrap it around yourself before making a beeline towards your once shared bedroom. You shut the door and lock it before sinking to the floor and letting the tears fall from your eyes.

You hear the front door open and close before you hear the door lock. He still took his key. He’ll be back. You’ll fall into the same cycle again and you’re excepting that. The part that hurts the worst?

He didn’t try to kiss you even once.

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