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hannieween · 7 hours ago

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i miss these two. i might add a six chapter soon!!

rehearsals | backstage series | l.sm

Being in love with your best friend has been an experience with many trials and errors. Mostly errors.

♡︎ pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader ♡︎ genre: fluff, smut mdni you'll get blocked ♡︎ aus: theatre performer seokmin, best friends to lovers ♡︎ word count: 9k

↣ part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, navi post — other fics

₊🎧: cool with you - new jeans ♡︎ | love scene - baekhyun ♡︎

₊ nsfw tags under the cut

♡︎ warnings: swearing, smut with plot, soft-dom seokmin, big dick seokmin, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, cum swallowing, teasing, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f, m), pussy stretching (f), pet names: noodle, baby, love (hers) baby, babe (his)

part 5

There had only been a handful of times that Seokmin has slept next to you like this. His nose buried on the sweet scent of your hair, his arms draped around your naked body, feeling your heartbeat so close to him.

Seokmin remembers the first time he slept with you like this: the night he spent on your sofa with your body on top of his. It was a tight space for the two of you, but somehow you both made it work.

You had placed the half of your body on top of his and tangled your legs with his. So he had no choice but to sleep with his arms around your body.

That happened five weeks ago—and so much has gone down between you and Seokmin since then.

Now you were in his bed, wholly naked in his sheets. Over the night you scooted towards Seokmin's body, he was convinced you did it unconsciously, almost as if in dreams you were making sure he didn't go anywhere.

His fingers were tangled with yours, his arms around you, your back pressed to his chest. As soon as he woke up, he realised that it wasn't a weird dream and that you indeed were in his bed next to him.

A dream come true, maybe.

Five weeks it took for Seokmin to realise just how deeply in love he was with you. Why didn't he realised it sooner, he wasn't sure. Scared to be unreciprocated in his feelings.

Who would've thought he'd be in love with his best friend.

Apparently a handful of people did see this coming. But he never really saw it, and for the longest time you were just friends. Even when he fucked you for the first time, just friends. Until the idea of him always having a crush on you invaded his mind, it becoming fuzzy.

Maybe he was always in love with you.

But he always remained fine with the idea of being your friend despite you going on dates with different guys, going through multiple heartbreaks and eventually landing a long relationship with somebody else, though it turned sour.

He remained clueless by your side. In love, yes. But clueless.

After some long minutes of him being lost in thought, you stirred in his bed. You stretched one arm out, fingers touching the air as you took a long breath and looked around.

"Hi there," he murmured.

You hummed softly, and he unavoidably smiled because hearing your voice as the first thing in his day could probably turn into his new favourite thing.

"G'morning," you replied in a soft sigh.

When you let go of his fingers, he got the chance to stretch the stiffness out of them. Then you turned around in the creamy white bed sheets.

Seokmin looked at you with curious eyes as you found a new way to cuddle, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, eliciting a chuckle from him. He felt your breath land softly on his chest when you sighed again, encircling his body with your arms once again.

"Noodle," he murmured, placing a hand on the back of your head.

"Mmm?"

"Are you dozing off again?"

"Maybe," you cooed, but then your lips pressed on his skin. "Why."

He groaned silently, feeling the skin on his arms prickle. "You passed out on me last night," he said as your lips attacked the soft spots on his neck. "I'm worried, that's all."

"'m fine, Seokmin," you mumbled and your hands travelled on the bare skin of his back and to make things worse, you nibbled at the soft part of his neck.

"Baby, don't do that," he muttered, wincing under the newfound sensitiveness of his neck under your attack.

"I thought you liked it," you cooed sweetly and he could picture you pouting cutely from the way you said it.

"I do but," he pulled back to peak at your face, he moved his hand from the back of your head to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "I will only want more and you know what happens next and my roommate is here so we can't make noise."

Your eyebrows shot up. "That hasn't stopped you before," you grinned.

Seokmin rolled his eyes, but a smile slowly crept on his face. "I know. I just..."

You chuckled. "Alright, alright. I'll stop," you mumbled and went back to cuddle with his body.

It seemed for a moment that you were dozing off again. Seokmin felt your body relax and try to make yourself more comfortable, and that meant moving your limbs on his bed, and somehow your belly pressed against him, inevitably finding his hard cock.

Your eyes shot open.

"You're–"

"Obviously," he muttered through gritted teeth.

"But I haven't done anything–"

"You don't have to–"

"How?"

"Just being this near to you gets me hard," he explained with a shy laugh. "You don't have to do anything, just exist."

"How does that even happen?" your brow furrowed as you lifted the sheets up to take a look.

Only to find him fully hard, the tip of his cock glistening wet in his precum. You swallowed hard at the sight, thinking that Seokmin had been hard for a while now, he must be aching.

He was.

"I've no idea," he groaned, pushing the sheets back down to cover his naked body. "The only thing that occurs to me is that I like you so much that you get me hard, no matter what you do. I'm new to this, you know."

Seokmin has had a couple of flings before, nothing too lasting nor important, even. They were all great girls and everything ended nicely with all of them.

But now this was a different and new territory for him. This was the first time he's been with someone he knew he was in love with.

He saw you press your lips in a cute smile, a fond look in your eye as your hand caressed his side.

"Do you want me to do something about it? Maybe I can suck you off, if you promise to be quiet," you whispered, your eyes travelling to his lips and back to his eyes.

He groaned in frustration. "Don't say things like that," he reprimanded with a soft tone, but his hands pushed you so that your back was completely pressed to the bed.

Seokmin pinned you against the mattress, his arms on the sides of your head as he dipped his to find your lips with a chaste kiss.

A satisfied smile appeared on your lips when he parted your legs and slotted his body between them.

"Why, I mean it," you replied, feigning innocence. "Or, maybe we both could give each other head, like a sixty nine thing, I dunno."

As he dipped his head in the crook of your neck, he let out a breathy chuckle. "Baby, you literally passed out last night."

He surveyed the hickeys he had created on your neck, they took a vibrant red colour that contrasted beautifully with your skin. He bent his head and kissed the sensitive marked areas with care.

"I want you so bad I think I'll need you to fuck me everyday, Seokmin," you said with a soft sigh that told on your playfulness. "I'm really wet right now. Please, fuck me, please?"

Seokmin had discovered two things about himself ever since he first fucked you. One, he really liked hearing you beg. Whenever you begged for him to rail you, something would scratch an itch in his head, as if he needed to hear your sweet voice beg and see your pretty face when you were so needy in order to get with his day.

Two, he was really weak for you. So, you didn't have to beg all that much.

"Be good," that was all he said before nudging your entrance with his cockhead, skipping all buildup.

In truth, Seokmin had been hard from the moment he woke up beside you. So he was just as needy as you were, he was just a bit better to keep himself controlled.

You were indeed not lying.

"Holy shit. You're so fucking wet, baby," he groaned quietly as he begun to thrust inside your walls, slamming his cock to the hilt then he realised you were so wet you were nearly dripping on the bed sheets.

You moaned and nuzzled your face against his shoulder, trying to muffle the sounds that started to slip out of your lips when Seokmin started plunging in and out of you.

His thrusts were calculated and fast, so hard that your whole body was bouncing on his bed. It surprised you that the bed almost didn't make any noise as he quite literally pounded on you, fucking you open. You held him as humanly close to your chest, and wrapped your legs around him to attempt to not make any noise.

You bit the bulging muscle on his shoulder, not too hard, but enough to make him groan.

"I told you to be good," Seokmin cooed softly and moved his head to kiss your lips to drown out your moans.

"I-I'll be good. I promise babe," you replied. "It's just—you feel so good."

Seokmin's chest tightened. Whenever he heard you call him in any affectionate way, he'd feel something entirely new to him. He had never experienced that in bed, so whenever you called him sweetly, he felt himself nearer his release.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," he muttered, his hips retracting completely from you. His cock slipped out of you, a yelp coming out of your mouth when you felt him pull out.

"W-what?"

"Wait," he replied, his eyes screwed shut.

He shuddered visibly, the arms towering on each side of your head made the mattress around you shake slightly as he let out a muffled groan.

"Okay?" you mumbled as he pressed his chest on yours without lowering his weight on you, and his hand slipped between your bodies to guide his cock to thrust your warm walls again.

"Don't want to cum yet," he groaned and smiled shyly. "You're making it a bit hard for me, though."

"Sorry," you whispered.

A hand cupped his cheek and he shuddered at the affectionate touch.

Seokmin felt tired and sensitive from what had happened the night before. He pushed himself to a limit he didn't know he could reach.

The look in your eye, so filled with love and affection got him hard. He had never spilled more than two loads in one night, but he wasn't that surprised that it was you who pushed that limit.

Seokmin felt crazy about you. So utterly in love.

He felt so needy of you that he didn't care that his roommate was practically in the next room, and that the walls are paper thin.

His hips buckled, drawing a small moan from your lips which made him rush and seal your lips with a fervent kiss.

"Fuck this," he whispered, picking up the pace. "Be as loud as you want to, love. I need to hear you."

"What about–"

"I don't care," he said despite himself, and to make his point across, his hips slammed against yours firmly, knowing that would make you cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck, right there Seokmin!" you nearly screamed and then buried your face on the crook of his neck.

"What, like you're shy now, baby?" he purred, smiling adoringly at you.

"Yes," you whimpered, but still raised your legs from the bed, angling your hips for him to sink his big cock deeper inside you.

Seokmin chuckled in response and stopped pushing his hips, understanding what you wanted he pulled his body back and grabbed your legs, hoisting them up on his shoulders.

Then he pressed your legs against your chest and when his cock dragged in and out of your walls, you moaned lewdly again, tears instantly gathering in your eyes from how good his cock felt inside you.

"Like that, love?" he gasped, nearly cumming from your lewd cries.

"Yes, yes, just like that," you whimpered and gave him a clumsy nod.

And then, he started slamming his hips against you so hard and fast Seokmin had no doubt in his mind the noise of his skin slapping against yours travelled the whole apartment, and he partly hoped his roommate was using earphones so he wouldn't hear the lewd cries coming from you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Seokmin," you gasped, tears sprung from the corners of your eyes and rolled down your temples. "I'm cumming, please, don't stop!"

He kept his brutal pace, slamming against you without any care in the world now, hearing you cry out in pleasure as your walls started clenching erratically around his cock.

"Shit," he hissed through clenched teeth.

It took him a couple of thrusts to cum with you, seeing your parted mouth, your tears of pleasure, he knew he could no longer last. He groaned loudly, the raw sound reverberating across his bedroom and he pressed his hips against yours sloppily, cumming inside you.

Seokmin knew he was spent now. Spent and ruined. Ears buzzing. Fucking crazy. He eased your legs back in the bed, now parted for him to press his chest against yours to clash his lips with yours in a fervent kiss.

"I love you," he whispered into your lips, his heart beating with each syllable.

You stilled, and he swore he could feel you stop breathing for a second.

"You love me?" you asked in a tiny voice, your eyes brimmed with tears once again but now for a completely new feeling.

Seokmin pressed his forehead on yours, swallowing thickly. "I do. I have for a long time."

"I love you too," you whispered, your hands cupping his face to press your lips against his with a sob and then you broke into a small giggle.

Seokmin frowned slightly. "Why are you laughing?"

"You love me," you smiled despite your tears.

He pulled his head back, feeling deeply confused. "Why are you crying, then?"

"I wanted to say it first," you replied, pouting sweetly.

"Baby, you did. Last night," his frown only deepened. "You don't remember?"

You mimicked his expression, but you tilted your head to the side slightly. "I thought I dreamt it."

Then it was his turn to laugh, his forehead pressing on yours again to leave soft kisses on your lips.

But both your bubbles were suddenly burst when a door slammed shut quite loudly, making you flinch from the sudden bang.

"That was definitely my roommate," Seokmin scrunched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Do you think he heard us?"

"Oh baby, of course he did," Seokmin chuckled. "We weren't quiet at all."

"Did we upset him?" you asked meekly.

"No, I don't think so," Seokmin replied and slowly rose from your legs, pulling out his cock out of you. "That was probably his way of telling us that we're alone now."

Seokmin quickly reached for his phone forgotten on the floor and found a text from his roommate.

[9:21 AM] shua: a little warning next time? 🙂 [9:21 AM] shua: i'll be back by 5 pm [9:21 AM] shua: so take your precautions before i see something i don't wanna see [9:21 AM] shua: or hear something i don't wanna hear ever again 🙂 [9:21 AM] shua: kidding

Seokmin groaned in utter embarrassment. His roommate could be a bit of a tease sometimes, but he was glad he was so understanding, even supportive.

[9:23 AM] seokmin: sorry [9:23 AM] shua: no problem [9:23 AM] seokmin: thanks bro

"Everything alright?" you asked. Seokmin was still occupying the space between your legs, so it was all too easy to feel the stickiness from his cum starting to cool and turn watery.

"Sorry, baby," he replied, snapping his gaze from his phone. "Let me take care of you."

You laughed when he quite literally jumped from the bed and yanked his bedroom door opened and walked to the bathroom to turn the shower on.

"I think we might've ruined the sheets," you told him as soon as he was back and already carrying you in his arms.

"We can wash them," he shrugged slightly and gently lowered your feet on the bathroom floor. "That reminds me, your clothes are in the dryer."

"Do we need clothes?" you poked him in his ribs with a finger and he flinched with a laugh.

"Mm, you're right," he wrapped you in a hug, letting the shower stream drench your skin and your hair. "We have until 5 before my roommate comes back."

"What do you want to do?" you asked and Seokmin noticed the slight blush on your face.

You felt elated, so happy that you swore you could burst.

And he thought the blush looked cute on you, so he placed a kiss on your cheeks. "Whatever you want to do is fine by me."

"Can we... rest a little?" you replied with a smile. "I think I need to take a break from sex for a while."

Seokmin laughed breathily. "Me too. I think I will need a couple of days."

"I remember you told me you wanted to wait until we started dating before we fuck again," you quipped, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Mm yeah, and you told me we could start dating today," he replied with a grin. "But I guess we got ahead of it again."

"We kind of got ahead of everything two people a normal relationship would do," you sighed, circling his neck with your arms.

Your eyes looked at him fondly, and his heart caved in pure adoration over you.

"But I do want to take you on dates. On several dates," he pointed, leaning his head to kiss your lips softly."

"Are you worried we're moving fast?" you asked suddenly, your eyes shifting slightly from his.

Seokmin thought about it for a long minute.

He knew now that he'd been in love with you since university, you being his best friend and now lover meant that you both had to work to build an actual relationship.

But, how? You've been fuckbuddies for weeks now, you already told each other how you feel, so what should you do now?

"I'm not," he finally said. "I want us to work. I know we will," he grinned.

"Oh, yeah?" you hummed. "What makes you so sure, mister?"

"I love you," he replied simply. "And I will do everything I can to treat you right."

Your eyes glimmered and you smiled sweetly at him. "I love you too, Seokmin."

Seokmin returned the smile, completely in love.

"But I still want to ask you to be my girl on a date," he pouted.

"Shh, don't spoil it," you flashed him a grin and poked his rib again.

You both laughed and finished washing up shortly after that.

Being in love with your best friend has been an experience with many trials and errors. Mostly errors.

But Seokmin was sure that you could make it work, because you felt right to him. As if he'd been gravitating towards you aloofly in love until you both met each other at the right time.

And he was going to give everything to you.

"Soooo, are you two a thing yet?" Seungkwan asked one day when you two were closing the coffee shop.

"Nope, not yet," you sighed tiredly.

"What?" he pouted his lips. "Why?"

"Seokmin says that he wants to wait for the perfect moment," you confided in your best friend.

"Ah, that's ridiculous," he scoffed. "You guys are passed all that already."

"I know. Well, no. I think I should let him do his thing, because he wants it to be romantic, you know," you put in awkwardly as you walked home.

Seungkwan brushed his fluffy chocolate brown hair back with a sigh. "Well, I'm not one to judge."

Your eyebrows pushed up. "What? What do you mean?"

"Y'know, entering a relationship is important. The more I think of it, the more I understand Dk for trying to make it perfect," he shrugged.

"What happened to you?" you inquired with a laugh.

"I'm just saying! Aahh," he groaned annoyingly. "I'm trying to see things from your boyfriend's perspective, okay?"

You snickered. "He's not my boyfriend yet. But do go on, Mr. Boo," you quipped.

Seungkwan looked heavenward, as you two walked down the street and through the quiet night.

"We're just memories," he said softly, looking up at the moon. "I can't blame if someone wants to craft a perfect memory, even if they have to wait for that time to come."

The answer he gave you hung in the air and, surprised by the unexpected turn of the conversation, you nodded silently. As you walked side by side, the city lights created a soft glow, creating shadows that moved along the sidewalks.

The night was relaxing and soothed the fatigue accumulated during the long shift. Every step seemed to relieve the stress of the day, and the quiet company of your best friend gave you a comforting air of trust, it felt like talking to yourself.

"I want to quit," you said abruptly. "The coffee shop job, I mean."

Seungkwan let out a sigh. "Me too," he confessed.

"Why haven't you done it?" you asked, looking at his big doe eyes.

"I didn't want to leave you there," he nodded back to your part time work place with a hand.

"What?! I didn't want to leave you!" you exclaimed with a laugh.

"Really," he sighed and ruffled his hair once again.

"Let's quit together," you said and looked at the night sky too.

"Tomorrow?" he raised his pinky finger to you.

"Okay," you smiled and laced your pinky finger with his.

He seemed content and almost relieved.

"I'm going back to Jeju this weekend," he told you in a quiet tone.

"And you didn't invite me," you joked with a reproachful tone. "What are you doing? Visiting family?"

He nodded. "That and I have a debt to pay," he explained. "I'm singing on a wedding reception."

"Ah, now I see where the cheesiness comes from," you quipped and nudged at his shoulder with his. "Do you have a plus one?"

"No, you know I don't," he scoffed.

Your best friend has been single since you met him. Seungkwan wasn't the type to get that involved in romantic relationships, so you haven't had these kinds of conversations with him unless it's about your love life.

"You'll find someone, Kwannie. You'll see."

Dating Seokmin was a complete dream.

To say you got the princess treatment everyday was a complete misunderstatement.

Everyday, you got a good morning text and some days he'd be outside your building to take you to a restaurant to have breakfast with him, some days he'd be in your bed next to you, and you both cook together.

He would be waiting for you outside work sometimes and walk you home. Most nights he would sleep in. You had already made space in your drawers for his stuff, he had a spare toothbrush he left in your apartment.

Seokmin felt like an ant. Moving in your apartment slowly, bringing his things over yours one at the time.

You had the space and were eager to see him every single day, so you made no comment or inquiry about it.

And you shared mostly everything: you were both actors, singers, art lovers. There were no discussions and whenever a disagreement happened, you resolved it with little to no mishaps.

However, Seokmin hadn't popped the question yet.

No, not that question.

He just hadn't asked you to be official yet.

Sometimes you felt like it wasn't necessary. You practically lived together now, slept together at least three nights of the week and saw each other almost every day.

But in his mind, he was adamant on asking you one day.

That said, Seokmin discovered that he was a hopeless romantic.

He rang your doorbell, although it was completely unnecessary since he already had a key to your apartment. He just wanted you to open your door, to see your face lighten up when you saw him standing with a bouquet of flowers.

"For me?" you made puppy eyes as you grabbed the bouquet.

"Oh, not at all. I got these for myself," he laughed when you immediately pouted. "Of course they're for you, baby."

"They're beautiful. Thank you," you said smiling sweetly. "I'll put them on a vase."

He watched you eagerly turn to the kitchen and he couldn't help but smile.

"Are you ready?" he asked when you came back, still wearing a smile on your face.

"Yep. I've forgotten most of the steps though," you replied with a toothy grin which he loved dearly.

He made a show of rolling his eyes. "I'll teach you again," he motioned you over to him, extending his arms to you.

Seokmin had been helping you practice your routine for your new role, to the point that he had learned the dance steps better than you. He usually had no problem doing this, since he is a really good dancer.

But you made it a little challenging for him.

As soon as your hands touched him and you started dancing without music, your retracing your steps slowly, he couldn't help the irresistible tug in his chest.

"You do remember all the steps, baby," he pointed when you carried out your part of the choreography without stopping.

"I just wanted to practice one more time," you smiled shyly.

You were nervous about this particular role. It was pretty demanding, so you knew you had to be in perfect shape for it. You practice everyday, whether it was just your lines or the choreography, or the songs you needed to sing.

"We can practice with the music, if that makes you feel more comfortable," he suggested softly, grabbing your hand gently and the other hand flatly pressed in your back over the fabric of your oversized hoodie.

Or better said, his hoodie. You've slowly acquired his clothes, so he wasn't all too surprised when you used his clothes.

"Yeah, I'd like that," you responded and dropped Seokmin's hand to turn to your flat screen mounted on the wall and played the song you've been practicing the choreography to.

Seokmin grabbed your hand, but before he could position it for dancing, he pulled the oversized sleeve up your wrist. You smiled nervously when you saw the irked expression on his face when he couldn't grab your hand properly.

And by stopping to do so, you missed your cue.

"Sorry," you muttered and turned to replay the song.

"No problem," he responded gently.

Ever since you started dating, you hadn't had sex that frequently. You could count with your fingers the moments you two have been so weak you had to give into each other.

You were, according to Seokmin, trying to do things by the book. An idea which you had respected a ton, since Seokmin seemed dead set on it.

However, he couldn't resist sometimes but to sneak in a touch here and there, while you two were in close contact, like sleeping on the same bed or when watching tv.

Make out sessions here so hot and heavy that it made him feel lightheaded sometimes, resisting to you was one of the hardest, (no pun intended), things to do.

And that afternoon, he would have to exercise his patience.

The way you bit your lip when Seokmin's arm circled your waist as you practiced the choreography told him you were thinking the same. He knew you like the palm of his hand now, being so obsessed with you to the point he just laughed sweetly.

"Focus, baby," he muttered.

Your expressive eyes found his and you frowned slightly. "I am," you whispered.

"Oh, yeah?" his smile broadened.

"Ye-yeah, why?" you stuttered and you started to get visibly nervous.

Seokmin pressed his hand flatly on the center of your back and tugged you closer to his frame, making your eyelids flutter and your breath hitch.

"Seokmin," you breathed.

"Mm?" he hummed, you were so close to him that he could catch the sweet scent of your hair.

"Nothing," you mouthed and lowered your gaze to his neck, to the glimpse of his collarbones you could catch on the hem of his t-shirt.

"Your hands are getting sweaty," he commented, just to get that look on your face.

Completely flustered, you dropped your hands from his shoulder and the other from his hand to wipe the light layer of sweat on your palms, rubbing them on your sweatpants and darted a look at him.

Seokmin couldn't help but grin like a total idiot.

"What?" you mumbled with a tiny voice that denoted your nervousness.

You positioned yourself again for him to encircle you one arm on your lower back, the other hand gripping your sweaty hand tightly. But before that, Seokmin had to stop and pull the sleeve up your arm to uncover your hand to grab it properly.

"Nothing," he shrugged, already knowing what your answer would be.

"Tell me," you immediately blurted. "Please."

"Nope," he replied, making sure his lips would pop the 'p' in a playful manner.

"Seokmin!" you squealed.

"You're not focusing, baby!" he replied, mimicking your tone and then snickered. "You're thinking of something else and I know what it is."

"Oh, yeah?" you parroted him, making his smile stretch on his face more. "What am I thinking of then, mister?"

You and Seokmin weren't dancing anymore, the music played on, but your bodies were standing in the middle of your living room. Chest to chest, hands laced, heartbeat thumping so hard and loud that you believed for a second that Seokmin would hear it, or feel it against his chest.

"You want to kiss me, baby?" he teased with the shadow of a smile on his face.

"No," you murmured indignantly, egging him to continue dancing.

"We have to rewind the song now," he told you.

With a frustrated sigh, you went back and restarted the song and walked back to where Seokmin waited for you, extending a hand to you.

"This fucking thing," he muttered to himself, rolling the sleeve up your wrist again. "You know what–,"

You squealed and burst out in laughter when his hands took the hem of his own hoodie to yank it off your body.

"I want this off, now," he muttered frustratedly.

You didn't protest, in fact, you raised your arms all too willingly for him to take the hoodie off and threw it to the side. Only to let out a sigh in pure resignation.

"Of course," he mumbled again and looked to the ceiling. "Why are you naked?"

"What, you did this!" you squealed.

"I didn't know you weren't wearing nothing beneath it!" he chuckled and looked back at you.

"I can put on something, hold on," you blushed and started to turn towards your bedroom.

Only for Seokmin to grab you by the waist with one arm and turn you around to him, your chest hitting his earning a gasp from you.

And then, his lips clashed on yours, kissing you fervently, like a hungry man that's been starved for two weeks.

After the brief chaste kiss, he tossed you to the couch effortlessly. You yelped in surprise but your eyes told him this is what you wanted, what you were refusing to admit.

"Seokmin," you whimpered, your needy eyes roaming all over his frame.

He had been hitting the gym a lot lately, presumably to get ready for his upcoming role. But you intuitively knew that it was because every day when you woke up side by side, he had to quickly distract himself, and put all that unused energy into something else.

So his shoulders seemed broader, when he suddenly yanked his top off you noted his chest leaner, his biceps more bulky.

"Mm? What is it, baby?" he asked in a low tone.

You licked your lips hungrily. "I want you," you told him.

Seokmin smiled and got on his knees before you.

"And I want you," he replied, locking eyes with you.

"Then take me," you breathed with a whimper. "Fuck me, please."

You didn't have to beg this time like the couple of other times you practically begged him to fuck you and he couldn't find the strength in himself to reject you.

Because he wanted you. He wanted you more than he ever did anyone or anything before in his life.

His hands gripped the band of your sweatpants and yanked them off your legs, dragging your wet panties along with them and threw them aside on the floor.

"You're so hot, baby," he muttered gruffly, revelling at the sight of you.

The flustered expression on your face, your body wholly naked and sitting on the edge of your couch, looking at you impatiently.

Seokmin hooked his arms underneath your legs and yanked your body so that your legs were sprawled, angled open for him. He didn't give you the chance to reply to his compliment, because he quickly shoved his mouth down your cunt.

Your fingers found the back of his head at the same time you closed your eyes and let out a cry of pure pleasure. "Seokmin!" you whimpered.

His mouth was on your wet throbbing core, licking your arousal hungrily, his tongue stroke and laved in your wet folds, humming and purring sounds of pleasure with you.

"Oh, oh fuck," you whimpered when the tip of his tongue found your clit and started teasing at it expertly, trying to get it to swell. So he flicked and swirled at the sensitive bud relentlessly, knowing too well that would have you twitching and whimpering.

"Fuck, baby, slow down," you whined, tugging at his dark hair on the back of his head.

But he groaned, moving the hand underneath your thigh and removed yours from his head, and set both of your hands aside on the couch, locking his fingers with yours.

He didn't relent on his teasing, much as if he were trying to punish you to make him do this, skipping his rule. The past few times you've had sex it had been like this, frantic, desperate and needy.

But you were more than okay with that.

Seokmin released your clit from his teasing and flicking of his tongue and returned to lick your folds, darting meaningful a look up at you, linking his gaze with yours.

You nodded your head, signaling him that you were liking what he did and you wanted him to continue.

Because he was only licking your cunt up and down, you could catch the glimpse of one the corners of his mouth raising slightly in a triumphant grin.

And then he moved his mouth back to your clit again, just when it was starting to throb in arousal. Seokmin pushed it with the tip of his tongue gently, swirling around it, to then start sucking it, moving his head slightly to apply more motion.

Your legs started twitching from the tension building between them. The hand that wasn't clasped with his held on the armrest of the couch, your chest started heaving and you closed your eyes, savouring your sweet, blissful release.

"Seokmin, ah, fuck, baby," you gasped desperately. "I'm close, gaah!"

Seokmin hummed in your cunt in response, sending a soft vibration on your sensitive bud.

"Baby, I'm cumming," you whimpered lewdly before letting out a long high keen moan.

Your body contorted and shuddered, nails digging on the armrest of the couch as you cried out in pleasure, moaning his name over and over again until you were completely out of breath.

Seokmin showered your skin with sweet wet kisses, on your mound, on the soft side of your thighs, where he sucked gently to create hickeys on your thighs. And lastly, he released your hand to prop himself up and land a kiss on your mouth.

"I missed this," you admitted, giving him puppy eyes.

Seokmin blinked slowly with a lazy smile. "I missed this too, love."

You weakly lifted your arms to reach the band of his gym shorts and tugged them down. Seokmin stood up straight so you could do the same with his briefs. His big cock sprung free, it was hard and wet with his precum.

"Can I return the favor?" you asked darting a look up, at the same time you grabbed his cock at the base, pumping it a few times.

"Yes, baby. Please," he sighed desperately.

So you stuck your tongue out, and gave his cockhead a long stroke, picking the salty precum gathering on the slit, to then wrap your mouth around it.

You pushed your head forward and Seokmin let out a low guttural moan.

"Fuck," he muttered and placed a hand on your head, as if he were patting your head.

Then he slowly gathered your hair in a ponytail, his careful and lithe fingers gently handled your hair so that he wouldn't hurt you. The light touch of his fingers sent a shiver from the nape of your neck down your spine.

The head of his cock hit the back of your mouth and you breathed in, trying to adjust your mouth to the size of his cock. You moved your head back and tried once again to deepthroat him, breathing in carefully.

You started to pick up the pace each time you bobbed your head back, sucking on his length as if it were a lolly, remembering how much he liked that.

Seokmin had dropped his head back slightly and closed his eyes with a blissful groan. One hand gathered your hair sloppily, and the other caressed the side of your head gently.

There was nothing more arousing than the sweet sounds coming from Seokmin's mouth. His jaw was clamped tight, but you could make out the soft sounds coiling in his throat, making it bob slightly when you attempted to deepthroat him each time you pushed your head forward.

"Oh, oh fuck," he muttered in a low guttural town, his eyes snapped at you, breathing hard. "You take me so well, love."

You locked eyes with him, working your mouth on his cock rhythmically, your wet hand pumping the length you couldn't fit in your mouth.

"I'm cumming, fuck," he groaned and breathed out, small moans came from his clenched teeth, the hand gathering your hair tightened as spurs of hot cum spilled on the back of your mouth and you swallowed to the last drop.

He gently pulled out before giving you a small nod, a string of drool connected you to his cock and the sight was so arousing that Seokmin felt himself getting hard again.

So he made a motion for you to lie on the couch and you did, following your movements he slotted himself between your thighs, his chest pressed against yours.

"So good, to me," he muttered with a sigh.

He gently locked lips with yours, kissing you with so much love and tenderness that you nearly whimpered in his mouth, sending a shiver down Seokmin's spine from how sweet you sounded.

"Are you ready, love?" he muttered and you nodded with your head silently.

"'m always ready," you quipped with a grin.

Seokmin returned a grin of his own before grabbing his hard cock and guiding it to your wet core. You instantly flinched when you felt his cockhead nudging at your entrance, the anticipation from what was next had your breath catching in your throat.

Your hands grabbed him by his shoulders when he slowly started sinking his length in your tight walls, your mouth parted and involuntarily let out a whimper in a mixture of pleasure and pain from the slight discomfort of his big cock stretching your walls.

"Fuck baby, you're tight," he muttered and dropped his head on the crook of your neck as he groaned.

You moaned with a sigh and closed your eyes, your whole body alight from the pleasure. Being filled after weeks of not having sex felt so insanely good that your mind started going blank, just as Seokmin dragged his cock out and sank back in to his hilt.

Seokmin then started thrusting in you, acquiring a rhythmical pace that threatened to make you go insane. It felt so good, the drag of his cock in your tight gummy walls, the heat of his body, his low grunts muffled in the crook of your neck.

"Fuck," you breathed. "Baby, I'm close."

He raised his head and frowned at you. "What?"

"I'm close Seokmin," you whimpered.

"God baby, you're awesome," he grinned, dipping his head to wrap his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking at it while his hips diligently earned an orgasm out of you.

"Baby! God, I'm there," you gasped. "Fuck, fuck!"

Your walls tightened around him, making him moan around your nipple and he threw his head back to kiss your mouth just as you reached your second climax, but now on his cock. You came undone hard, waves of tingling bliss overwhelmed you completely, leaving you a whimpery mess.

Seokmin groaned, slamming his hips hard against you, his cock sinking deep in your walls as you stopped writhing from your high. You broke away from the kiss, breathing hard, your arms encircling his body tightly against you.

"Hi there," he muttered when you seemed to come back to your senses, blinking weakly at him.

"Hi," you breathed.

"Okay?"

"Perfect," you breathed with a sweet smile that made Seokmin's heart clench hard in his chest.

Seokmin smiled before dipping his head to give you a chasteful kiss on your lips, to then place open mouthed kisses down your chin, then your jawline and under it as his hips thrusted generously on you, gently moaning in your ear.

"Baby," you called. "Can I mark you?"

Seokmin understood the kink you had with marking him, he himself had one. But since your new role had very revealing outfits, he didn't have much of a choice but to land his lovebites somewhere no one would look.

Like, your thighs.

"Of course you can, love," he replied and added quickly. "Just in the chest, alright?"

You nodded and sucked at his beautiful skin where the position your bodies were in allowed you to. You sucked bellow his collarbones and seemed content with your work.

You ran your fingers through his dark hair, making him lift his head from the crook of your neck and look at you.

"I'm close," he told you with a puffy breath.

You cupped his cheek and he immediately kissed your palm.

Then Seokmin hooked one of your legs on his arm, hoisting it up his shoulder with your help, knowing what he was attempting to do. When your thigh was pressed up on your chest, he started sinking his big cock deliciously fast and deep inside you.

"Seokmin! God, baby, just like that," you cried out lewdly, feeling his cock impossibly deep inside your walls, the pacing of thrusts making it so good that your eyes brimmed with tears of pleasure.

"Cum for me baby," he directed with a low groan. "Cum again."

And to help you achieve this, one of his hands sneaked between your bodies pressed together, you shot him an alarmed look at his face when his thumb found your swollen clit and started rubbing at it fast, almost harshly.

"Seokmin, that's too much," you whimpered, but at the same time your muscles tensed up and you felt your climax rising up fast in your body.

"You want me to stop baby?" he asked breathlessly. "Or do you want me to give it to you?"

You clenched your teeth, tears ran down from the corners of your eyes to your temples as you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling all the tension from Seokmin's relentless thrusts of his cock and the teasing of his thumb on your clit finally tearing an orgasm out of you.

"Give it to me," you gasped. "Please, please, Seokmin!"

The corners of his lips rose in satisfaction. "Cum for me then," he purred.

And you did. Your body instantly obeyed with shockwaves of pleasure gripped your body, making it tremble uncontrollably. You sobbed in his mouth as more tears sprung from your eyes.

Then Seokmin followed, dropping his forehead on yours as he let out a low guttural moan of pleasure with you, slamming his hips a few times hard as your tight walls milked him dry.

He gently eased your shaky leg back to the couch and you hugged him tightly as he showered you with kisses again, on your cheeks, your forehead and your lips.

"So much for waiting," you sighed.

Seokmin felt too tired and too consumed by you that he couldn't make out a reply. He just rested his head on the crook of your neck to catch his breath peacefully, his cock still nestled inside your walls, one of your legs wrapped around him.

You enjoyed the quietness that came after. Seokmin usually was the one that sprung to aftercare first, or the one that seemed to come down from his high faster.

But this time, he didn't want to break away from you. He didn't have the strength to think about what was next.

"I love you," he muttered softly.

Being that the first thing spoken after fucking hard and passionately on your couch almost gave you a mental whiplash.

Your hands caressed his naked back and you hummed sweetly. "I love you too, Seokmin."

Aftercare followed some minutes after, you both showered together and as nightfall drew near, you grew hungry.

"Do you want to cook something or should we grab something out?" you suggested, putting on your sweatpants again and one of his black oversized t-shirts.

Seokmin smiled when you did that all too naturally.

"I'd like to stay here," he muttered, opening his designated drawer to get his briefs and another pair of shorts. "Where is my–"

"In the hamper," you replied before he could even finish. "We haven't washed whites yet."

So Seokmin wore a black tank top. "We have to designate a day for that," he muttered to himself and followed you to the kitchen.

"You haven't cooked for me in a while," you mentioned when he got there, you were bending down to gather something from the fridge.

He seized the baggy of baby carrots from your grasp and you whined. "That's because everytime I cook, you fill your stomach with these and you never finish what I do," he chuckled, grabbing a baby carrot for himself to munch on.

"Give it back!" you whined and he did with a grin. "That's not true. Well, maybe a little."

"You like my cooking?" he asked, patting your ass twice to gesture you to move from the fridge and he started selecting ingredients to cook something up.

"You know I do," you muttered. "You should stop feeling insecure about it."

"Roger that, boss," he quipped and kicked the fridge close.

"Is your hair still wet?" you asked when you felt droplets of water scattered on the floor on your bare feet, you looked up and found him innocently looking at you.

His hair was dripping a little, and he sighed a smile. "Do you want me to cook or not?" he grinned.

"Okay, but you're cleaning the kitchen too," you joked.

Seokmin rolled his eyes. "Fine."

You sat on the isle of the kitchen, trying to munch on more baby carrots quietly without him noticing.

And then, a knock came to your door, startling you from the abruptness. You jumped down to get it, parting the door just a few inches to sneak a look out on the hallway.

"Mom?!" you gasped.

Seokmin could've died right there and then. He stopped dead in his tracks, almost cutting himself with the knife he was using to slice some peppers and whipped his head around to swiftly look towards the living room.

Your clothes and his were still scattered on the floor. And Seokmin nearly flew to get them and run to your bedroom to throw them on the bed and went back to you, puttin on a hoodie to cover the hickeys that the tank top couldn't hide.

Your mother was already inside your apartment, and she had brought something in grocery bags.

"Oh, Seokmin! I didn't know you were here," your mother shot a knowing glance at you.

But your mother adored him, she wrapped him in a hug and patted his back gently.

Seokmin muttered a polite greeting to your mother and smiled at her sweetly.

"What are you two doing?" your mother's eyes narrowed on the abandoned task on the kitchen counter.

"I was just about to cook something, mom," Seokmin addressed your mother. "Would you like to stay and dine with us?"

You sighed silently at how masterfully Seokmin handled the situation.

"Oh, no. Don't let me steal your moment away," she brushed off. "I just came here to drop something off."

"What did you bring, mom?" now it was your turn to ask, and opened a bag to eye what was inside it.

"Cookies, your aunt brought them from somewhere in Europe. I can't remember, silly me," she laughed merrily and looked at Seokmin.

And his stomach dropped when he knew your mother's eyes had caught sight of his freshly washed hair. And then when she turned to face you, she noticed yours.

"Thank you mom," you said, completely allusive to your mother's silent sleuthing.

"Well," your mother clapped her hands together, and Seokmin knew her visit was originally intended to be longer. "I guess we'll stay in touch."

"You're leaving? Already?" you asked and pushed one eyebrow up.

"Yeah, I don't want to steal you and your boyfriend's home dinner," she smiled and wrapped you in a warm hug.

Your eyes widened in alarm and locked with Seokmin's.

The way your mother said the word 'boyfriend' came too natural. It wasn't suggestive in any way, and Seokmin started to piece everything in his mind.

Your mother hugged Seokmin and went out the door before you could stop her.

"Did you tell your mother we're official?" Seokmin inquired.

You slowly turned from the front door and scrunched up your nose.

"I might've," you mumbled shyly.

Seokmin closed his eyes and smiled. "Why?"

"Well, she knows you spend a great deal of time here with me and you know her," you sighed in resignation and started approaching him. "She started asking questions and I just had to tell her that we were official."

Seokmin thought long and hard for a minute.

"Are you angry?" you asked, looking at him innocently.

"No, baby. I'm not angry," he replied with a resigned sigh. "Well, your mom noticed that we both just showered and I'm not too sure she didn't see our clothes on the floor when you opened the door."

"Oh!" you gasped and looked back to the living room. "Did you get them?"

"Yeah," he scrunched up his nose too. "I think that she would've asked you anyway after seeing that."

"So... you're okay with my mom thinking we're official?" you asked with a tiny voice.

Seokmin grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you to his frame, wrapping his arms over you.

"I think we should make it official," he muttered, looking down to find your face and pressed his lips on your forehead.

"Right now?" your eyes read his face.

"I think I waited for too long, baby," he replied. "There's no moment more perfect than the one we have right now."

"That's really, really cheesy, Lee Seokmin," you laughed out loud and he echoed you instantly.

"I know, it sounded better in my head," he muttered.

You smiled sweetly at him and he kissed your smile.

"So what do you say baby? Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"I obviously do, Seokmin," you breathed before reaching to his face with your hands and kissing him lovingly.

His arms wrapped around you and reciprocated the kiss happily.

"Finally," you sighed with a small smile.

Seokmin couldn't agree more.

♡︎ a/n: hi everyone!! this is the last chapter of the backstage series! the main story is wrapped, but i'm going keep writing shorter side chapters for this fic because i really love seokmin sm and i'd like to continue writing for backstage hehe 💟

↣ next chapter is going to be a side chapter! (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

so this chapter was supposed to happen before the city lights fic timeline, but i got carried away with that other fic and completely stopped working on my other projects. but here it is!!

anyway, that's about it for now, if you liked this, please do let me know? i'd appreciate a comment, a like, a reblog, an ask, anything!

love you all 💟

thank you to my backstage nonnie who gave me the support to write this chapter!! i love you nonnie! i hope you liked this i hope you are doing great 💟

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