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[baeksbyunny]

touch • l.s.m.

Pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!) Warnings: lower-case intended, self-indulgent... maybe some swearing, MUCH SHAME (for me, myself, and i - not any of you or even seokmin himself), jdkskakwkw i genuinely have no words good lord lmk if i should add smth WC: tumblr mobile bby 💀 A/N: it was SUPPOSED to be a 1/4 of how long it ended up but the only warning i have for this is it is fully elv indulgent ofc so take it as you will but i hold 0 responsibility. fyi this is all @duhnova's fault tbh as always for making me think abt this nonstop grrrr 😭😂 OKAY and i'll try and stop writing seok content istg

"no," you scold and bat away one of seokmin's trembling hands that get a little too close to your thigh, "no touching."

he whimpers. full on whimpers, tears threatening to spill out from his half-closed eyes. it's a little unfair if he thinks about it. that is - if he can even properly form a thought in his fucked-out, clouded state of mind.

there's something feral that engulfs your entire being. it's lit like a spark from the way his cheeks are flushed, perspiration lining where messy bangs flop against the pillows. the rest of his hair frazzled adorably after tossing and turning futilely while you'd marked up his neck with little bites and kisses. long fingers grip and twist at the bedsheets, veins protruding and forearm muscles rippling at his desperation.

yet seokmin listens and behaves. even as his biceps twitch and his chest stutters at each labored breath he inhales. hips remaining still as he can because of your earlier command, yet a tiny spasm jerks through them at such strained efforts. but he still obeys.

it's so unfair how pretty he is. the pants and whines and moans escaping his mouth only add more to the salvitating experience.

but it's awfully unfair how he can't touch YOU. oh, how he wants to. so bad. his mind spins. you're everywhere. plush thighs squeeze around his waist, ass cheeks resting on top of his shaking thighs, fingernails running across his abs and up to tweak at his nipples before palms press against his shoulders just to lift yourself up ever so slightly.

"oh," and "ohhh," he gasps helplessly. both out loud and as the singular ringing thought bouncing inside the emptiness of his poor brain.

"what's wrong, baby?"

you dirty little vixen.

"wanna... touch.. wanna touch you... so bad."

"but you are touching me, my sweet."

indeed. your warm, wet, sweet, tight pussy is enveloping his cock inside its velvety walls. clenching around him every so often as his thickness jolts and twitches whenever you shift. the tip brushes just right against the bundle of nerves he's memorized to find, though this time it's of your own doing. you continue to tease him. which is almost so mean and cruel as you coo at him with an ego-induced smirk.

"not the s-same."

he's complaining but you actually feel so good. delightful. oh, how he wants to touch you so bad himself. hands confusingly jealous of his cock that gets to be inside and experience exhilarating contact with your lovely body. exactly where he wants it, where it should be, and thankfully it's being taken care of. but he still longs to feel your skin buried beneath his fingertips.

seokmin bites down on his lip. your gaze lazily flickers to the action, watching as his eyebrows furrow and unfurrow. thrillingly, they match in time with the pulsating of your cunt around him as he tries to hold off his impending release.

how delicious he is.

sweat droplets trickle down the length of his flexed and tense arms, dripping onto the sheets. almost worried he'll rip them and fearing an injury to his pretty lips, you lean down. supple breasts sliding against the hard planes of his upper body. teething at the release of his lower lip that juts out in a pout before swiping your tongue across it.

he welcomes your mouth against his, a messy but loving kiss. full of spit and gnashing of teeth. and the only reason you pull away is to simply whisper in his ear, "go ahead and touch, my good boy."

and with a relieved, guttural groan - seokmin does. breathlessly thanking you. his appreciative actions are fast and sloppy. you'd laugh at how similar he is to a kid in a candy store who's allowed to pick whatever they want. but the following series of events steal away any playful humor and you are left with only shock and awe.

because as soon as seokmin feels the sensation of your soft, sweaty skin he knows so well - a reverent yet feeble graze against the juncture of your hips that he normally holds when you're riding him - he's gone. barely even touching you like he so wanted, the lightest brush of your skin sets him off and he's throbbing achingly inside of you. absolutely shredding the slipping leash on his collared control. painting your walls white and you watch slack-jawed as he convulses beneath you with a deep moan and subsequently, heaving a ginormous sob.

and you have no choice but to milk him for all he's worth, a couple of quick bounces while his release still dribbles out of his cock and what doesn't stay inside of your cunt soils the ruined bedsheets. your walls flutter around him and he's whimpering again - this time at the oversensitivity. but the sound is pathetic enough to trigger your climax. praises fall from your mouth even though he came without permission. but that doesn't matter to you because everything is perfect about him. he knows this by your own loving death grip over one of his large hands that dig into your sides.

"i love you," he can't help but murmur dazedly and you slump against him, nibbling gently on his collarbone as you come down from your high.

"i love you more."

you whisper sweet nothings to one another while cuddling, little kisses exchanged between soft words because he refuses to let you go. his hands innocently run up and down the curves of your body, clingy as ever when he's denied the privilege to touch you during sex. and you love it. taking full advantage of his neediness whenever you can. and of course, he lets you whenever you want because he's your very own sweet beloved, good boy.