#dom!kim seungmin

[daengtokki]

𝐼’𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓎𝑒𝓉…

Kim Seungmin/female reader

wc: 1.8k

rating: explicit/18+ (contains: jealous reader, Seungmin teasing, f receiving oral, over stimulation)

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“Jagiyaaa, come here…what’s the matter?”

You set yourself on the far side of the couch, paying no attention to how your post-shower towel falls around you, “nothing, I’m okay…” and look absently at your phone.

“Why no hug?” He coos.

Of course he has to say it like that. He sits down gently and wraps his fingers around your ankle, “no hello kiss? I missed you.” You look up at him and shake him loose, but he grabs you again and squeezes. “Are you gonna be a little brat?”

The swiftness in the change of his voice makes you heat up, but you decide to stay strong against him, or attempt to. “No.” You grab the towel and tighten it around your chest.

“Then tell me what the problem is, unless you want it forced out of you”

Head still down, you peek at his hand wrapped tight around your ankle. It slides up, very slowly, until it gets to your knee, and he pushes it out of his way.

“I don’t like the silent treatment.” Seungmin moves until he’s settled in the empty space between your legs, “look at me…please,” and forces them open a little more. The phone is swiped from your hands and tossed to the floor, and now you look at him. His eyes are narrowed, his face is serious as he sucks on his lower lip. “That’s better. Now…what did Minnie do?”

You start to open your mouth, but he interrupts…

“And don’t say nothing”

“My phone was pretty quiet the last few days”

Seungmin’s eyes grow big, and he puts on a good, dramatic frown. He lets go of your knee, and then he’s up and gone, and you desperately want him to come back. Instead, he picks up your tossed phone and gently sets it on the coffee table. Back turned to you, he speaks again…

“I’m sorry, I know I was really bad at keeping in touch this time”

This is the first time he’s been bad at it, which is why it feels off. Seungmin is always great at keeping in touch, even when he’s busy. Sometimes you can't keep up with him. Deep down, you know you're being stupid, but you can't stop yourself.

“The last few days were kind of nonstop, and the fansign yesterday went on longer than planned,” he turns and looks at you, and waits for a response, but you don’t give him one yet. “Do you forgive me?”

“Big fansign? Bigger than usual?”

“Maybe a little bigger…not much different than they usually are”

“Lots of hands to hold?”

Seungmin tilts his head to one side, and smirks before slowly making his way back to you, “yes, lots of stays.” He sits again, but this time he leans over you and hovers, an arm on each side of your waist. “Lots of hands to hold.”

You free yourself and push him a little too hard, and he laughs as he hits the back of the couch.

“Come back, sweetie…what’s wrong?” But he doesn’t move. Seungmin sinks into the couch a little more and sighs. The apartment quiets, save for the light sound of music coming from the kitchen. He waits, and waits... but after a few minutes, impatience sets in. “Please come back so I can hold your hand.”

The bedroom door opens, “I don’t wanna hold your hand," and then slams behind you as you head for the kitchen.

“Why did you put clothes on?”

“So I can make you lunch”

“You don’t have to make me anything…get over here”

When you ignore him again, he gets to his feet, and you watch from the corner of your eye as he gets closer and closer. His hand clamps down on your elbow, and you’re spun so suddenly, you get no chance to resist. You stare at him, wide-eyed.

“I want my kiss”

“Okay...then take it”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you realize what you've done. His lip twitches into a little smirk, his eyes narrow and darken, and the bubbly music surrounding him is such a contrast...you have to smirk, too.

He doesn’t take his kiss. Seungmin grabs your waist, pulls you close, and throws you over his shoulder. “If you’re gonna act like a brat, I’ll treat you like a brat.”

"Put me down...Seungmin...dammit." You try to kick your legs against him, but he has you gripped tight around the back of your knees. You plant a loud slap across his back. It doesn’t faze him—he keeps walking casually toward the bedroom, hitches you up a little as he pushes the door open, and a few seconds later, drops you on the bed. You mumble to yourself…

“Hmm?” Seungmin’s hands go right to his waistband, and instead of tugging at them, he slides one hand in and runs it roughly over his dick. “Take your clothes off,” he snaps, but smiles as you finally do something he says. “You know what I was thinking about all day yesterday?”

You’re sure you can guess, but you know he’s going to show you.

He climbs onto the bed, and places a few warm-up kisses on your thigh before his face disappears between them, and your mind numbs to everything but the sudden heat of his mouth. He moans into you, satisfied. You whine as his tongue slips inside, moves in and out, every curve of his mouth and chin and nose work you perfectly—Seungmin does this so often and so well, he could do it in his sleep…he could do it completely wasted, and he has.

Your thighs are squeezed painfully tight as he spreads you further apart and makes more room for himself, but he can never get enough. He slows down, though, and you grab a fistful of hair as he looks up and licks his lips. You’re all over him, shiny and wet.

“Why you stopping?”

He lets go of your thighs, you release the fistful of hair, and he rolls onto his back, “get on.”

Before you move, your eyes travel to his dick pressing hard against his sweats, and he shakes his head. “Not for you, not yet. On.” But he does free himself, and he does slowly stroke as you get to your knees. “Turn,” he spins his finger in the air, “you can watch.”

Seungmin’s voice is so calm and sweet as he gives his orders, and you can hear him mumble happily to himself as you straddle his mouth. He doesn’t complain when you run your hands across his stomach and chest, but you don’t dare go any further.

It’s hard, watching him touch and stroke himself…bending down and getting a taste would be so easy from here. He dives in, and you moan. His hips jump up and tease you even more—the slow, careful strokes are hypnotizing.

“Let me get you wet,” you whine and grind hard onto his mouth. “Please.” The temptation is getting to be too much, and maybe he won’t really punish you for it. This is fun for him, but he’s going to want to fuck you after he makes you come. You grind a little harder, and you can feel the faint stubble on his chin against your clit. That, and his soft, warm lips sucking you dry; his tongue pushing in and out, back and forth, is going to make this quick. You bend all the way forward and set your lips on his stomach, and his hips twitch. You roll yours hard into him, grind until you feel your orgasm rising. Seungmin releases himself and both hands grip and knead your thighs as you come hard—you forget you could suffocate him for a moment and put all of your weight down as you ride it out, but he keeps squeezing, and licking, and moaning with you.

Another one starts to build, and you let him know with a hard roll of your hips, even though he has no intention of stopping. He lifts you off of him, very briefly—you hear him pull in a shaky breath, and see his chest rise as he fills his lungs with air—and then you’re back on him, grinding against the subtle, deliberate movements of his mouth and tongue. The second one is so close, but Seungmin makes sure to take his time and enjoy himself. His mouth closes around your clit and teases, stops and starts, kisses gently when he thinks you're getting too close. The noises you make speak volumes to him.

"Minnie...Minnie..." you push yourself against his tongue in a desperate attempt for more friction, but he lifts you up just enough to stop you.

"...please let me”

As soon as you say please, he pulls you back down and finishes what he started, holding your thighs still as they shake, but letting all of your weight fall on him again. And he keeps going.

“Baby, okay,” you pant and struggle to hold yourself up, “okay.” Nails digging into his arm eventually gets to him—you crawl away and free yourself from his grip.

“Get your ass back here,” he grabs your leg as soon as you turn and hit the bed, and holds you still, “I’m not done with you yet,” then pulls, and he pounces, and this time, he slips two fingers inside.

“Minnie please." You gasp from the pressure, and his innocent giggle sends a new wave of pleasure through your body. But his mouth returns and forces more out of you. Teeth graze your clit, and a shiver runs up and down your spine. Seungmin bites down gently and laughs again when you whimper...pull at his hair...give in and push your hips into him. As soon as you let yourself relax, you come again, and it’s somehow even more intense than the first.

“Gonna tell me?” He grabs a thigh again and squeezes, puts all of his weight down. All you can manage is a little wiggle of your hips when he bends down and licks. “Be a good girl, tell me exactly what’s bothering you.”

You speak up before he starts again. “Did they hold your phone hostage, or…did you find someone more interesting to talk to?” It comes out staggered as you catch your breath.

“Mmm, so jealous. C’mon, you know me better than that...you know what I always want when I come home.”

As if you need another hint, he comes down and licks again. Your hips twitch—you’re swollen, and sore, and sensitive, but you know he’ll make you come again if he chooses to.

“You think there was someone I wanted more?” Seungmin’s voice is still husky, and a little demanding, but his soft side is beginning to break through. “Hm?” He takes his cock in his hand and gets more comfortable between your thighs.

“No…” You squeeze your legs around his hips and pull him closer. “No…I’m sorry—"

Seungmin shakes his head and smiles wide, “I kinda like it when you’re jealous.”

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[minminbunny]

Stalker X Stalker AU - Manipulative! Kim Seungmin/Stockholm Syndrome Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

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You sighed, scrolling through your messages. It seems like months since any of your friends checked up on you. Every single message was getting read, but they weren't replying. You chewed on your bottom lip. Anxiety filling your thoughts for the past week at the possibility of not being needed anymore. You tried to call, but it instantly went to voicemail. Your finger hovered above a number, one you knew would pick up.

The phones rang, his name etched on your screen, "Hello, sweetheart," he said, waiting for your call. You gulped, "Hey, Min. Are you free tonight?" you asked, fidgeting with your fingers. Seungmin chuckled, "I'm free anytime you need me. Do you want me over, precious? I can bring your favourite snacks," he suggested, licking his lips at the thought of seeing you. "If you don't mind," you murmured, scared of losing the only person left in your life.

Seungmin cooed, "Don't worry too much, sweetheart. I'll be there," he said, hanging up the call. You gulped, calling your friends once more, a slither of hope left in your heart. The phone call instantly got sent to voicemail once again. Your lips wobbled at the distressing realization, 'Did I do something wrong?' 'Was I too hyper?' 'Was I too quiet?' You thought, your head spiralling at the infinite of assumptions.

You sniffled, waiting for Seungmin to help distract you from the heavy ache in your chest. You curled up and hugged your pillow close, "Hurry," you whispered, hoping for Seungmin to arrive quickly. The front door opened, and you perked up, "What took you so long?" You sniffled, going towards him. Seungmin stroked your hair, "Aww, did you miss me that much, precious? I bought your snacks and candy," he chuckled, giving you a firm squeeze.

You snuggled into his hold, "I don't know what's happening, Min. No one is answering my texts or my calls. It's like my number went out of service, but for some reason, I can contact you. I really don't know what to do," you sniffled, clinging onto his shirt. Seungmin held you close, a smug grin etched on his lips, "You poor little thing, you shouldn't have to feel neglected. If I'm the only number that works then call me or text me as often as you want, sweetheart," he said, tucking his chin over your head just so that you don't notice his sinister smirk.

You shrunk into yourself, "Wouldn't I be a bother? I don't want to burden you with the responsibility of picking up my calls," you murmured, tilting your head to rest your ear against his heart. Seungmin cooed, rubbing your shoulders, "It would be an honour, precious. I appreciate every call and text you send. Don't think too much about it," he whispered, rocking you in his arms. You sighed in relief, "Thank you, Seung," you whispered, melting in his hold.

Months go by, and your hope of your friends contacting you back slowly dwindles over time. Your days were filled with hobbies, work or school, and Seungmin. It started as an appreciation. You were thankful that he came through during your time of need. Then he started being more involved in your life. More inclusive in what you do. Every call, every text would be for him.

Every stroke of your hands grazing yourself during pent-up times would be of him. Every lustful imagination that makes your underwear messy would be of him. You didn't know if you were just horny from convenience or because you genuinely had feelings for him. You always felt Seungmin distance himself from you when you cuddled up on the couch. It was like he was hesitating or borderline uncomfortable.

You didn't want to scare him away. He was all you had. He was all you needed. He can't leave you now. He's everything. You rocked your hips on your pillow, lust, and haze, coaxing your mind from the sheer desperation you feel for him. You wanted his hands on your shoulders, tummy, chest, crotch, and legs. You needed him everywhere.

"Hah, ah, Seungmin, mmh, hah," you moaned, sweat beading your forehead as you rut your hips against the fluffy pillow. Your slick stained the casing without resistance. Your lust fogged your brain so much that you didn't even notice the man of your infatuation standing right before you. Seungmin covered his mouth with his hand, a crazed smile etched on his face. It worked, and his deliberate and insane plan worked.

He chuckled, startling you out of your haze. Your breath hitched, "Min, I can explain," you said, terrified of losing him. Seungmin crossed his arms, "What's there to explain, sweetheart. You were rutting your little pillow, moaning my name," he said, gently reaching out to brush your hair back. You gulped, staring up at him with guilt and pity, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you sniffled, leaning into his touch.

Seungmin cooed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, "You need me, don't you? I've seen how hard you clutch your plush every night. I've seen how you crave warmth, my dear. I'm right here to provide, I can give you everyone you desire. All you have to do is be mine," he whispered, his voice tempting and husky.

You nodded vigorously, gripping his shirt, "You want me, you actually want me? I can be yours, I'll be good. I journaled everything you gave me. Please love me. I'll give in, just don't leave," you rambled, burying your face into his torso. Seungmin brushed his finger below your chin and tilted it upwards, "You, my sweetheart. Are never going to be alone ever again," he chuckled, stroking your cheek.

NFSW BELOW CUT

AFAB

"Did I tell you to stop," Seungmjn growled, pumping his cock within his fist. The crude squelching sent shivers straight to your pulsing cunt. You mewled, stretching your tight searing cunt open with a glass dildo. The sight was mind numbing. Seungmin groaned, stroking his cock in sync with your thrusts, "Keep going, sweetheart. Don't stop until you come," he grunted, watching your thighs quiver from the constant pleasure assaulting your cunt.

You angled the dildo, letting the tip pound against your sensitive bundles of nerves as you teased your puffy clit with your nails. The swollen gland barely gotten any stimulation but it was just enough for you to orgasm. Seungmin groaned, gripping the base of his cock as your body spasmed through your climax. Your cunt fluttered around the glass dildo, hot puffs of steam surrounded your warm hole.

Seungmin chuckled, standing up to slap his shaft between your folds, "Good girl. Your moans are so precious, sweetheart," he said, rubbing your trembling inner thighs. You clenched around the dildo, tears of pleasure streaking down your cheeks. Seungmin hooked his arms under your legs. He placed them both on his left shoulder, "So wet and messy. I don't even need lube to thrust between your thighs," he growled, easily bucking his hips between your supple flesh.

His cock felt so good against you. The constant friction plus the glass dildo cooling within your searing ribbed walls made your mind spin. Seungmin bit his bottom lip, his thrusts relentless and rough. You whimpered as his testicle slapped against your clit with every thrust, "Close, close, hah," you mewled, clawing the sheets below. Seungmin bit your calves, marking them as he used your thighs to his own pleasure, "Cum for me, be a good girl and cum," he growled, pounding between your thighs.

You cried out whenever his hips smacked against your thighs. The pain and pleasure drew you over the edge with a broken sob. Seungmin sucked in through his teeth, coating your torso white with his orgasm. He licked down your calves, his lips never leaving your skin, "There's no going back now, sweetheart. You're only for me," he chuckled, staring down at your blissed out face with a prideful smirk.

AMAB

"Did I tell you to stop," Seungmin growled, pumping his cock within his fist. The crude squelching sent shivers straight to your pulsing cock. You mewled, stretching your tight searing hole open with a glass dildo. The sight was mind numbing. Seungmin groaned, stroking his cock in sync with your thrusts, "Keep going, sweetheart. Don't stop until you come," he grunted, watching your thighs quiver from the constant pleasure assaulting your hole.

You angled the dildo, letting the tip pound against your sensitive bundles of nerves as you teased your puffy cockhead with your nails. The swollen gland barely gotten any stimulation but it was just enough for you to orgasm. Seungmin groaned, gripping the base of his cock as your body spasmed through your climax. Your hole fluttered around the glass dildo, hot puffs of steam surrounded your warm hole.

Seungmin chuckled, standing up to slap his shaft against yours , "Good boy. Your moans are so precious, sweetheart," he said, rubbing your trembling inner thighs. You clenched around the dildo, tears of pleasure streaking down your cheeks. Seungmin hooked his arms under your legs. He placed them both on his left shoulder, "So wet and messy. I don't even need lube to thrust between your thighs," he growled, easily bucking his hips between your supple flesh.

His cock felt so good against you. The constant friction plus the glass dildo cooling within your searing ribbed walls made your mind spin. Seungmin bit his bottom lip, his thrusts relentless and rough. You whimpered as his testicle slapped against yours with every thrust, "Close, close, hah," you mewled, clawing the sheets below. Seungmin bit your calves, marking them as he used your thighs to his own pleasure, "Cum for me, be a good boy and cum," he growled, pounding between your thighs.

You cried out whenever his hips smacked against your thighs. The pain and pleasure drew you over the edge with a broken sob. Seungmin sucked in through his teeth, coating your torso white with his orgasm. He licked down your calves, his lips never leaving your skin, "There's no going back now, sweetheart. You're only for me," he chuckled, staring down at your blissed out face with a prideful smirk.

[snowyquokka]

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seungmin x fem!reader

requested by: @jeonginswifesstuff

cw: smut (duh) MDNI, hand kink, soft dom seungmin, oral *f receiving*, fingering, foreplay swearing, uses of ‘pup, bubs, pretty girl, refers reader as a pillow princess, praise, aftercare, established relationship

wc: 0.7k

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“Hi baby,” Seungmin wraps his arms around your waist when he sees you walk through the door.

“Hey,” you mumble. He pulls back and gives you a questioning look “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head. He rolls his eyes “Bubs, what’s wrong.” you let out a deep sigh. “It’s stupid,” Seungmin cups your cheeks, “I don’t care if it’s stupid or not. It’s bothering you so I want to know.” you close your eyes and rest your forehead on his chest. “I’m just stressed with work and school. I’m tired.”

Seungmin hums and picks you up by your waist and carries you bridal style. “What’re you doing?” you whine. “Min, put me down.”

He carries you to the couch in the living room and sits you down gently. “I wanna help you relax, baby.” Seungmin kneels in front of you with a soft smile, “Can I do that?”

You bite your lip and nod, earning a gentle kiss before Seungmin unbuttons your jeans and slides them off of your legs, throwing them across the room. “Mm, my pretty girl’s already so wet,” he praises before pulling your panties down with his teeth. The sudden cold air against your soaked core forces a gasp out of you.

“Just relax bubs. Tonight’s all about you, okay?” Seungmin has two sides when it comes to having sex: either he’s a really rough, degrading dom, or, like now, he’s a really soft and gentle dom. Though no matter how hard you tried, he’d never let you top him. He likes to call you his ‘pillow princess’

Seungmin spreads your thighs open wider, gaining better access to you. He slides one finger into you and kisses up and down your legs. You catch yourself watching his hand as he adds another finger and pumps in and out of you.

Seungmin doesn’t know about your hand fetish, not because you’re ashamed of it but rather because you really don’t know how to bring it up.

He looks up at you with dark eyes before licking and kissing your clit while his fingers are still in you. Your back arches slightly off the couch and your legs try to close but Seungmin stops them and places his hand on top of your thigh.

As he eats you out he periodically squeezes your thigh and every time he does, you let out the hottest moans he thinks he’s ever heard. He has also noticed you glancing at his hands every time you spit out some kind of profanity mixed in with a whine or a groan which boosts his ego.

He can feel you tightening around his fingers so he adds a third and takes his mouth away, arousal dripping down his chin. “Does my baby like my hands?” you immediately nod your head and moan. “Interesting,” he grins. He begins to rub small and slow circles around your clit while curling his fingers inside your cunt. “You’re clenching around me so much, y/n. Making me think you’d rather have my hands than my mouth, hm?” When you don’t answer his question he slows his fingers.

“Answer me,” he looks into your eyes.

“I- fuck, Min. Yes, yes. Rather have- rather have your fingers.” you cry out.

“Good girl, I think you deserve to come now.”

“Yes, please.” you beg. Seungmin picks his pace back up and rubs your clit faster.

It doesn’t take long for you to come. Seungmin cleans you up, licking all of your juices from your thighs.

He rises from his knees and tilts your chin, opening your mouth. You stick your tongue out and Seungmin places his cum soaked fingers in your mouth.

He watches in awe as you suck every last drop off of him and kiss his palm after. “Fuck baby. You’re so good for me. Let’s get you in the bath, yeah? Afterwards, I can make you some food.”

You nod gratefully and yelp when he picks you up without warning.

Seungmin chuckles and kisses your temple. “You at least feel better?”

“Much. Thank you, Seungie.”

“Anything for my pup. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[nanaseo1999]

🌼 shy virgin!reader x dom!seungmin(click the link to understood ! P!link)

Who says good girls can’t be spanked too ? it's true it's often said the brat, bad girl if you will have punishments that include spankings while the good girls of their name get good stuff like a little cunning i'm not saying that bad girls don't get this treatment and that it doesn't bring any pleasure far from it. but maybe the dom are harder with their sub when they punish them while in the other case it will be gentler from my point of view, so i propose to return to our main topic! since i've seen this video one person has come to mind and that's seungmin, i can really see him taking pleasure in seeing your buttocks red while you're barely making any noise your moaning cut off by the cushion. i can clearly see seungmin wearing his glasses and with a shirt too! no way the way he puts you back in place every time you move and especially how he caresses your buttocks after each buttock ...too much for me . sometimes he can go really hard in his punches but i think if it's really too much for you you'll tell him at the end and apologize giving you cuddles and kisses. i want ...

“ you see you can handle it .i’m so proud of you sweetie.”

First time i use link 🫣 I hope you like it

[thehandmaidenofcreativity]

Sneaking Around With SKZ ✧ Part III

Rating: Explicit/18+

WC: 5.4k

Comments: This a continuation of this anon requested fic. The day of Part II continues, eventually bringing us to movie night with the members. Menace that he is, Seungmin has enlisted Reader and Hyunjin in a little scheme. While Seungjin have fun with it, they definitely are not the ones that benefit most from the experience.

Taglist: @velvetmoonlght / @chuuyaobsessed / @joyofbebbanburg

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After a quick clean up, Minho heads to his own dorm, but not before dropping a kiss on your head and telling you he’ll make you a snack later. 

Chan tugs you into the shower with him, showing his tender side and insisting on washing you himself. He takes his time, trailing kisses over each newly cleaned stretch of skin. Once he’s done, you do the same for him. Soon enough the suds are all gone, and you have your arms around his neck, languidly locking lips. His hold around your waist is gentle but firm. You expect him to try to take things further, but he seems happy to stay just as you are until the water starts to chill. 

Once you’re back in his room, he offers you a big t-shirt and a pair of shorts to wear if you don’t feel like putting your dress back on quite yet. Your outfit isn’t uncomfortable, but you take him up on it anyway. It’s nice to feel wrapped up in him a bit longer. 

You head out to the living room/kitchen area and find a couple bottles of water and sandwiches. Chan explains that the weird wrinkly face Minho wrote on the ‘note’ in lieu of words is his signature drawing, Jureumi. You eat then snuggle up on the couch to talk about plans for the rest of the day. Seungmin had invited you to spend the day with all of them, so you intend to do just that. Chan, however, has other plans. 

“I do have to head to the studio for a while, so I can walk you over to the other dorm. Though, Hyunjin is supposed to be back soon; I could maybe hang out until he gets back.”

“You don’t have to.” You shift and his arms tighten around you, he nuzzles his nose into your hair. He’s probably the cuddliest member you’ve spent time with so far. You’re about to tell him that you’re fine to head over to the Cutie Dorm when you hear the door open. “Oh, sounds like Hyunjin’s back anyway.”

Chan tilts your chin up to capture your lips again. His tongue slides against yours, and you start to wish Hyunjin had taken a little longer; you could kiss Chan for hours. Chan sucks your lip between his teeth for a final nibble as Hyunjin plops down onto the couch next to you. A little sigh slips out as he shoots you another of his stunning smiles. “Perfect timing, I guess. I’ll see you guys for movie night. Hyunjin-ah, be careful with her neck.”

Hyunjin cocks his head and narrows his eyes in confusion, lips pulled between his teeth, as he receives a pat on the head. “Oook. Have a good time at the studio, Hyung.”

His head lands in your lap, one hand coming up to trace a couple fingers along the right side of your throat. As he switches to the left side, his fingers still with a soft ‘oh’ when they reach the hickey. You giggle and run your own fingers through his hair as you’d seen Seungmin do a few hours before. With a contented smile, he lets his hand drop to hold yours on his chest. He tells you about his morning and asks about yours. You’re happy he keeps his eyes closed while you blush your way through a brief explanation of your time with Minho and Chan. You continue to stroke his hair and the conversation flows from his work to your studies then to the painting you saw in his room.

He’s talking through his process and inspiration when you hear footsteps behind you. You glance back and see Seungmin with a finger to his lips. As he leans over the back of the couch, you can see his fondness for the other man in the small smile on his face. Then he reaches out and squeezes Hyunjin’s side, causing him to squawk, flail, and fall off the couch. Seungmin’s laugh is musical. You didn’t think he could get any more handsome, but seeing the unadulterated joy on his face makes him all the more attractive. 

“Seungmin!” Hyunjin sputters, scrambling up to his knees. Seungmin is still tittering as he comes around to help Hyunjin up. He’s not quite forgiven yet as Hyunjin moves to take Chan’s vacated spot, putting you between the two of them. 

Seungmin’s hand rests on Hyunjin’s knee, arm balanced on your leg, his smile a mile wide. “I’m sorry, Hyunjin-ah. I couldn’t resist.” 

Hyunjin huffs but puts his hand on Seungmin’s. You can’t help but chuckle; you love seeing them interact like this. 

“So,” Seungmin focuses on you now. “When are you guys planning on coming over to my dorm? Or did you decide to stay over here with Jinnie?”

“Oh, I wasn’t sure when we’d be starting movie night or if we were doing anything beforehand.” You realize you have no idea what time it even is. You were so absorbed in relaxing with Hyunjin that you haven’t bothered to check your phone. “Are we late?” 

“No, we’ve still got a bit of time before everyone’s back, but Felix has started baking and Minho’s gonna order food soon.” Seungmin’s eyes drift to where he can see Hyunjin has started to knead into the nape of your neck. “Do you plan on eating with us?”

“What if I did want to just spend tonight with Jinnie?” You lean back into him with a teasing grin. 

Seungmin’s tongue darts out between his lips. “Then someone might get jealous, but I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to.”

Hyunjin’s arms wrap around your middle and sets his chin on your shoulder. “Oh don’t be jealous, Seungminnie. I’m sure you could convince us to let you stay. Though, I did think we were going to go for movie night?”

The last sentence is directed at you. “Oh we are, I was just curious about what Seungmin would think if I wanted you all to myself tonight. And yes, I’d like to have dinner with everyone.”

“Ah yes, I heard you like to play little games.” You blush at the thought of Minho telling Seungmin about your games that morning, despite knowing you told Hyunjin about them yourself. “How about another game of sorts?”

Hyunjin giggles behind you. You pretend to consider it. “Hmm. Maybe. What kind of game are you thinking?” 

Seungmin gives Hyunjin a look you can’t decipher. “Let’s go with a test of strength. Naturally, it’ll involve our strongest hyung.”

“Um, I’m not sure I can win something like that.” Based on how these men have been able to manhandle you, you can’t imagine you’re stronger than any of them.

Seungmin’s smile reminds you of Minho’s. “We would only be testing his strength of will, don’t worry. Jinnie, if our lovely friend here were to tease Changbin during the movie, how long do you think he could hold onto his principles before throwing them to the wind so he can have those pretty lips wrapped around his cock?”

“Ah, jutdae vs. horny…” Hyunjin muses. “At movie night, though? I don’t know, I feel like he might be able to wait until it’s over.”

“You don’t think we could encourage him to do it then and there?” Seungmin wiggles his eyebrows at the two of you.

You can’t help but think of this as a challenge. Still, despite how things have gone so far, it’s hard to imagine you can get someone horny enough to whip his dick out in front of his friends. “I mean if Hyunjin doesn’t think it’s possible, I agree. Maybe we should leave the games to Minho.”

You know it was the wrong thing to say when you see the look on Seungmin’s face. You share a look with Hyunjin who looks, for lack of a better word, scaroused. Seungmin’s tongue slips out between his lips before the left side of his mouth quirks up. “I think I have a plan.”

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When you arrive at the other dorm for movie night, Seungmin looks around the room and pointedly ignores all the open seats to settle himself on Changbin’s lap. 

“Yah, Seungmin-ah, why?” Changbin sounds angry, but you see his smile as he squeezes Seungmin’s sides. “You can sit literally anywhere else.”

As per ‘the plan,’ Hyunjin plops down next to Changbin, pulling you to sit on his lap.  Seungmin wraps his big hand around your lower thigh, urging you to put your legs up on his as he glances back at his hyung. “Don’t you know you’re my favorite chair?”

As expected, Seungmin’s shoved off to Changbin’s lap other side as he rolls his eyes and calls him pabo. Seungmin pulls your legs with him as he sinks down into the empty seat, and Hyunjin gives you a tiny push from behind. With a small ‘oop,’ you find yourself looking into Changbin’s surprised face as you take Seungmin’s spot on his lap. Your giggle isn’t even fake when you wrap your arm around his shoulder. “Minnie’s right. Your lap seems pretty comfy. Mind if I sit here?”

Changbin’s ears immediately start turning red as he takes you in. Before coming over, you’d changed back into your dress so that you could make sure your cleavage was back on display (along with a couple hickies you’ve yet to re-cover at Hyunjin’s insistence), and with the way you’ve been dragged over, your skirt is bunched over your upper thighs, an indecent amount of leg showing as well. The man beneath you recovers his smile quickly, and you feel his arm snake wrap around your back, his hand resting on your hip. 

“As long as you’re comfortable, of course.” He glares over at Seungmin for a second. “I’d much rather be a chair for you than Seungmin-ah’s bony ass.” 

Hyunjin and Felix laugh as Seungmin dawns a faux offended face, hand to his chest. You notice that Jeongin has settled on Hyunjin’s other side, while Jisung and Felix are on the other couch. You catch Minho’s eye where he stands in the doorway. He winks, and you blush, turning your attention back to Changbin. You wiggle a little and lean into him. “Well, I would hope my ass feels better than his; I do enough squats for it.”

Seungmin was right again, Changbin’s smile brightens a touch and his other arm comes to rest across your lap. He glances down and seems to consider the fact that it’s all skin on skin with the skirt of your dress pushed back like that. Ever the gentleman, he grabs the hem and slides it down before resettling his arm on it. “You like to work out? What’s your usual routine? Have you been able to keep up with it since you got to Korea?”

You laugh and answer his questions, asking about his routine as well. Every now and then you shift just a little bit, hoping to rile him just a little bit, if you can. Soon drinks and snacks are brought out to the coffee table, Minho comes to settle in, and finally Chan arrives back from the studio. Other than the occasional glance from Minho, no one seems to think anything of your chosen seat. As you chat, Seungmin begins massaging your calves, moving your legs more than necessary at times, forcing Changbin to shift so that his hand rests just on the thigh closest to him. His thumb gently strokes back and forth, and his eyes dip down to look at the hickies painting your cleavage occasionally.

“So did you have fun playing games with Chan and Minho this morning?” 

You bite your lip in a grin. “I did. I didn’t realize they’d be so competitive when I first got there, but I definitely won in the end.”

Changbin laughs. “I’m sure they were excited; after last night we thought Minnie and Jinne might try to keep you for themselves.”

“As much fun as they are,” you cup his face, “I wouldn’t want to miss out on what the rest of you have to offer.”

He follows the gentle guidance of your hand and brings his lips to yours. It’s gentle at first, but when you run your tongue along his lip, he deepens the kiss and tangles his tongue with yours as the hands on your hip and thigh tighten their grip. He pulls back and whispers, “Maybe you can see what I have to offer after the movie?”

“I’d like that a lot,” you toy with the chain around his neck. “But I’m not sure I’ll want to wait until the movie’s over. Think you might give me a taste while we’re watching?”

His ears start to pink up again. “While we’re watching? Out here?”

“Naughty, I know.” You wink at him. “We all agreed that public acts are okay, right? Or did you change your mind?”

“No, I didn’t.” He trails off, looking around the room. Seungmin, who’s been quietly observing your conversation, makes a kissy face at Changbin when his eyes land on him. “I’m just not sure I’ll be able to get into it enough in front of these idiots.”

You laugh. “I can understand that. Does that mean I’m not allowed to try to get you there?”

He turns that gorgeous smile on you. “I don’t think it will happen, but you’re welcome to try.”

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When the movie starts, Seungmin and Hyunjin suddenly realize they have a lot to talk to each other about, but of course they have to stay quiet so as not to disturb others. This means that Hyunjin’s leaning into your back, pushing your chest closer to Changbin, whose eyes track the movement each time. On the other side, Seungmin is leaning forward, letting his hand slide up the outside of your thigh, pushing your skirt back up, bit by bit. After the third time, the hand on your thigh starts kneading the skin that’s been revealed again, rather than adjusting your dress again. 

The next time Hyunjin leans over, it’s to talk to you instead. “Oh, I’m sorry, babe. I know I keep bumping you. Maybe it’d be more comfortable if you turn a bit.”

“Or you and Seungmin-ah can knock it off and watch the movie.” Changbin answers for you. 

You give Hyunjin a wink and plant a kiss on Changbin’s cheek. “That’s ok, Binnie. I don’t mind.” You turn to face forward, leaning your back against his chest and pulling his arms tight around you. 

“Thanks, baby.” Hyunjin leans in to kiss along your jaw and up to nibble on your earlobe. He makes sure to brush against Changbin’s arm when he brings a hand up to caress your breast. At the same time, you feel Seungmin’s hand slide between your legs; you arch your back as you roll your hips and let out a soft sigh into Changbin’s ear. His arms tighten around you briefly. Seungmin continues circling two fingers over your panties while Hyunjin’s hand drops down to your knee, pulling your leg so that it rests on the outside of Changbin’s, opening you up a bit more. 

The two of them whisper in front of you again, and you use their proximity as an excuse to press your back against Changbin’s impressive chest even more, pushing your chest out with a deep breath. Then Hyunjin’s pulling the strap of your dress down, bearing your breast so that Seungmin can suck your nipple into his mouth. This time when you roll your hips, happily noticing a hardness forming beneath you, you let out a moan. You smile at the sharp intake of breath behind you. 

Hyunjin shushes you. “You don’t wanna be too loud, Changbinnie is trying to watch the movie. 

Seungmin chooses that moment to slide your panties aside and slide two fingers into you. You gasp and moan again. He smirks as he brings his face up to whisper, “I’m not sure she’s gonna be able to keep her volume down. Maybe she needs something in her mouth to keep her quiet.”

You reach back between your bodies to grip Changbin’s cock. He lets out a soft curse. “I think that’s a good idea, Min.” You nuzzle your nose into Changbin’s cheek and pull one of his hands up to your breast. He hesitates for just a second before squeezing and pulling at your nipple. “Would you be able to help me with that, Changbinnie?”

“Right here?” His tone sounds unsure, but his body betrays him. “Maybe we should just watch the movie for now? Or we could go back over to my dorm?”

You stroke him through his shorts and let out another moan as Seungmin continues to work his magic. “Oh, but I don’t want to take you away from the group, and I don’t want to wait. Don’t you think you can help me right here?”

This time it’s Hyunjin whispering in your ear. “I think you need to take the next step to get him.” With a couple fingers on your chin, he turns your face to his for a brief but passionate kiss. “Get down on your knees.”

You turn back to kiss Changbin’s neck, pulling away giving a tiny bite. Following Hyunjin’s advice, you move forward, causing Seungmin to pull away. Then you’re on your knees in front of Changbin, running your hands up and down his thighs. You give him the best doe eyes you can manage and bite your lip. You mouth ‘please’ at him before palming his bulge. You watch as Hyunjin whispers in his ear. Finally, he nods and lifts his hips to help you to pull his shorts down enough to free him. Like the rest of him, Changbin’s cock is deliciously thick and nearly as long as Seungmin’s.

Considering his uncertainty in doing this in the living room with everyone, you decide against teasing him. You suck at the head for a second before bobbing up and down, taking as much of him down as you can. You wrap a hand around his base and alternate between bobbing and sucking, running your tongue along the underside of his cock and swirling it around his tip. 

His eyes are boring into yours as you take him all the way down to the base. He practically growls as he tries to hold in a groan. Satisfied, you give him a smile and start to give little kitten licks, finally teasing him a bit. After a couple minutes of torture (in his eyes), you start to bob lazily. Changbin threads his fingers through your hair, holding on but not doing much to guide you. 

You pop off then lick up his length and bat your eyes up at him. You brace yourself on his muscular thighs as you push up to bring your face back up to his. “For some reason I feel like you’re holding back, Binnie.”

You see the fire light in his eyes as he crashes his lips to yours. You pull back with a smile and sink back down to swirl your tongue around his head. As soon as your mouth closes over it, his hand is back in your hair; this time, he pushes your head down. You work with renewed vigor, and soon, both his hands are in your hair and Changbin is thrusting up into your mouth, all reservations gone. It’s all you can do to relax your throat and just let him use you.

He stays remarkably quiet as he fucks your face, but soon enough his breathing his loud enough that you’re sure everyone in the room is aware of what’s happening on your couch. After a few minutes, he lets out a delicious groan as he releases down your throat. You suck until his pulsing stops and his grip on your hair slackens. 

You pull off and crawl back into his lap, straddling him this time. When you whisper ‘thank you,’ Changbin chuckles softly. “I should be the one thanking you.”

You give him a bright smile and a kiss. “Maybe, but I did have fun; that’s worth a thank you. Especially since I wasn’t sure you’d let me.”

“I’m glad I did.” His hands cup your face; he kisses you long and deep. “I feel like I really should return the favor now.”

You smile against his lips. “How about after the movie?” One more peck and you turn around again to watch the rest of the film, making a point not to look at anyone else in the room. 

Seungmin and Hyunjin each lay a hand on your thigh, their pinkies linking together. After a moment, Seungmin leans over to whisper ‘you’re welcome, hyung’ in Changbin’s ear. The older man scoffs and squeezes you to him just a little tighter. 

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Almost as soon as the credits roll, Changbin scoops your legs up and stands with you in his arms. You let out a surprised giggle and wrap your arms around his neck. He starts making his way for the door, and you hear several voices at once - the loudest, Minho, calls out, “Changbinnie-yah where’s the fire?”

“Yeah, don’t you wanna spend some more time out here with all of us?” Hyunjin laughs.

You hear rapidly approaching footsteps and look over Changbin’s shoulder in time to see Felix come around in front of you.  “Let me get the door for you, hyung. Unless you want to use my room?” Eyebrows raised and wide eyes, he smiles seductively.

You look eagerly at Changbin. The right side of his mouth turns up in a smirk. “Wanna play with Lixie, jagi?”

You nod, Felix does an adorable little clap of his hands, and you’re on your way back towards the bedrooms. Once inside Felix’s room, Changbin sets you on the bed and crashes his lips to yours. Before you can pull him all the way onto the bed with you, he’s pulling back and straightening up. 

Felix hops into the bed with you, hand trailing up your side. Every time he hits you with that deep voice you melt, and having him purr into your ear while laying in bed with him kicks it up a notch. “You look beautiful tonight. And seeing you with Binnie was… so hot.” 

Heat rises on your cheeks. Felix doesn’t give you the chance to respond, though. He gives you a couple pecks before licking a stripe up your neck and giving you a little nibble. 

“Lix.” Your gaze turns back to Changbin who has stripped his shirt off. All you can think about is how much you want to bite his pecs; you nearly miss his next words. His tone, however, has you focused and clenching your thighs together. “Undress her, now. I want to see all of her.”

Felix moves immediately, grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it up over your head. Your bra is still sitting over in Chan’s room, so you’re left in just your panties. He presses a kiss to your hip as he tucks his fingers into the waistband and pulls them off. Before tossing them on the ground, Felix brings them up to his face and smells them. He smiles up at Changbin brightly. “They’re so wet, hyung. Can I taste her?”

“Yeah, Lixie, make her feel good.” He turns his hungry gaze back to yours. “Open up for him, baby.”

You spread your legs wide, bent at the knee. Felix coos and spreads your lips with his fingers. You’ve never felt so exposed and you’re exhilarated when you take in the looks on both of their faces. If you thought Changbin looked hungry before, he looks ravenous now. 

In the next moment, Felix is dragging the flat of his tongue through your folds. He flicks over your clit a few times before plunging into your center. Felix feasts, his long tongue exploring every bit of you, and Changbin finally approaches you on the bed again. He kisses you briefly, his hands begin kneading your breasts. He pushes them together, bringing his mouth down to kiss and lick at each nipple in turn. You moan, one of your hands finds the nape of his neck while you thread the fingers of the other through Felix’s hair. 

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Changbin meets your eyes again before interlacing his fingers with yours in Felix’s hair and pulling his head up so that he’ll refocus on your clit. His groan reverberates up through you, pleasure shooting up to where Changbin is pinching your nipple. “We’re going to treat you so well, right Lixie?”

Another hum from Felix sends another wave through you. Changbin’s head goes down to add a hickey to the collection on your chest, and you arch into his touch. Both men’s mouths and hands are ever moving, winding you up and up. When Felix slides a couple fingers in and starts sucking, you’re almost there, gasping and mewling. Before you can get there, Changbin reaches back to pull Felix’s head up again; this time you whimper at the loss of contact. He tugs at his hair again, and Felix is slipping his fingers out and crawling up your body, mouth and chin glistening. He kisses you deeply, you can taste yourself on his lips.

Going from so much to so little has you feeling desperate. When Felix moves from your mouth to your neck, you can’t help but whine. “Binnie, please.”

“Tell me what you need, jagi.” Changbin takes your hand and drags it down his body. 

You let it drift the rest of the way down to cup his bulge. At the same time, you can feel Felix hard against your hip. You bite your lip and pump him through his pants while you consider. You don’t know what it is about these men, but you want to try something you’ve only done with toys so far.

 “You. Both of you.”

Changbin hisses at the contact. “Both of us? We can do that. But I think I need you to spell it out for me to make sure we’re on the same page.” 

You meet his eyes. “I think we are. I want to feel both of you inside me. Together. Please?”

His tone takes on that authoritative air again. “Lix. Strip and lay on your back.”

Felix is so obedient. In seconds, he’s naked and on the bed beside you, leaning over to kiss your shoulder. You turn to lightly run your fingers over his pretty cock. How is every inch of this man’s body so beautiful?

Changbin seems to read your mind as he slips out of his pants. “Isn’t he pretty like that? Why don’t you show him how good you are with your tongue now?”

You don’t have to be told twice. You’re up and on your knees nearly as fast as Felix undressed. You lick up his length, swirling your tongue around his head before sucking on it, hard. Felix groans out a ‘fuck.’ You make sure to keep your ass up as you start bobbing your head up and down. Changbin takes the opportunity to give you a light smack before sinking three fingers into your center. You moan around the cock in your mouth when he reaches around to rub your clit. He adds a fourth finger, and you choke on Felix’s cock. He works you until you’re panting and pushing back on his fingers, unable to concentrate on doing anything but holding Felix’s dick in your mouth.

“Alright, baby, it’s time to give you what you want.” Changbin pulls you up for another kiss while he shifts your body so you face Felix's feet. He has Felix shift up the bed and prop himself up on a couple pillows while grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand. He takes your hand and squirts some in it before putting some in his own hand. “Get Lix ready for you.”

You coat Felix’s length while Changbin does the same to his own. At Changbin’s urging, you shift to a squat over Felix and sink down. You bounce a couple times before shifting your legs forward and leaning back against Felix’s chest. The man beneath you is running his hands over your body and kissing your shoulder and neck, thrusting up into you. One at a time, Changbin drapes your legs over Felix’s, opening you up wide. He positions himself between your legs and brings his thumb to your clit. “It’s going to be tight. You sure you’re ready?”

“Yes, please, Changbin,” you all but beg.

He brings a hand to Felix’s hip. “Try not to move for now, Lix.” 

Felix’s ‘yes sir’ rumbles through his chest into your back. Changbin starts by working a couple fingers in; Felix squirms beneath you, and you’re both breathing heavily. Once he’s satisfied, Changbin withdraws his hand and positions himself at your entrance. He slowly works himself inside. You feel incredibly full. Felix is murmuring behind you, but all you can focus on is the sensation. And then he starts to move.

You feel Felix’s teeth latch onto your shoulder as he starts to move as well. Changbin is pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck as he thrusts slowly and deliberately. It’s almost overwhelming. You’re squeezing Felix’s hand in yours, the nails of your other hand digging into Changbin’s back. There’s no way the cacophony of your joining isn’t reaching the rest of the apartment, and you can’t help but feel even more turned on knowing that whoever remained after the movie can hear just how amazing they’re making you feel. 

Your body is tensing; you’re so close. Felix is there with you, the hand on your hip is likely leaving bruises. He’s gasping. “Fu-fuck, Bin. Can.. can I.. c-?”

“Fuck, yes,” Changbin growls. “Good boy, Lixie. Come for me.”

Between Felix’s increased fervor and Changbin’s words, you’re pushed right over the edge. Felix comes with you, and Changbin increases his pace, trying to join you. Your orgasm hits you so hard that tears are streaming down your face; you’re seconds from just going limp when Changbin comes with a curse. 

The three of you lay there for a couple minutes before anyone has the strength to move. Changbin pulls out and grabs the tissues and wet wipes before lifting you off of Felix, who looks completely blissed out. Changbin cleans you both up and brings you a water bottle. The three of you cuddle for a while, chatting and kissing. Changbin periodically massages your arms, legs, and backs. 

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Eventually, there’s a knock at the door. You hear Chan’s voice through the door. “I don’t want to interrupt, but it looks like your mom is calling.”

He’s clearly talking to you. You crawl over Felix and grab your dress off the floor on your way to the door. “I’m coming!” You hold the dress to your chest, not actually covering much as you open the door and take your phone. “Thanks, Channie.”

Chan is blushing immediately as if he didn’t have you naked and under him this morning. As you answer, you notice the time and groan. It’s later than you realized. Chan stays by your side while you talk, probably noticing that you’re not the most steady on your feet. Your mom is checking when you’re gonna be home since you’ve been out all day. You don’t want to overstay your welcome, but with the three men listening to your side of the conversation, you don’t want to say anything definitive. Ultimately, you tell her that you wanna stick around for a while longer, but you’ll text her with an update in a bit.

Chan turns back to face you and gestures back to the living room where you can hear the tv. “I know you’ve already had… quite a day, but we’ve decided to turn this into a marathon, if you wanna stay for a while.” He rubs at the back of his neck. “You could even spend the night, if you get too tired to head home.”

You smirk at him. “Inviting me to stay the night already? Guess you didn’t get enough this morning.”

He backtracks immediately, looking embarrassed. “I mean, you could take one of our beds, I wouldn’t expect you to –” 

You cut him off with a laugh. “I’m just kidding Chan. I really appreciate the offer. How about we do another movie, and I’ll think about it?” You don’t really need to think about it. Your time in Korea is limited, and you want to get as much of these men as you can get. You pull your dress on and call back into the room, “do you guys wanna watch another movie?”

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To be continued... Read Part IV here.

[baby-yongbok]

Thinking about mean dom Seungmin inviting you to an event with him and his members and teasing you in the green room. He picked out everything that you're wearing tonight and topped it off with his favorite accessory: Your remote control vibrating panties.

You're talking to Jeongin and Changbin about something when the vibrator suddenly turns on at full force. Your eyes go wide and and you bite back a moan just in time to not draw any attention to yourself. When you look up at your boyfriend, he's standing in front of the coffee machine with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up and his arms crossed. He watches you with mellow amusement as you glare at him. He smirks subtly and you swear that you could've cum at the sight.

"What are you looking at?"

✨Masterlist ✨

[stay-midnight]

Crimes in the Sheets

Synopsis: After dating for around 5 months, Seungmin thinks his sexual fantasies about you are going a bit too rampant for him to control, but somehow your phone seems more important than him.

Kim Seungmin x Male Reader

• Requested by Anon √

• Word #: 2.9K

• Warnings/Kinks: Dom/Top Kim Seungmin, Sub/Bot Male Reader, Porn Without Plot, Degradation, Praises, Corruption(?) not really, Fisting, Fingering, Breeding, Sexual Fantasies, Petnames, Mutual Masturbation, Teasing, Edging, Overstimulation, Hazy Sex, First Time w/ Seungmin (Not in a virgin-type way), Drooling, Choking, Marking, Hickeys, Unsafe Sex (Wear something to protect the erect), Aftercare, Love Showering, Kissing, Make-out, Tongue in Mouth, Seungmin is jealous of a phone. • A/N: My first fic after 10 months! (Uh- Just I hope the writing is okay cuz I have probably gotten a bit too rusty) Also corruption is not that present(?) I'm sorry anonnie who requested it! It just that I couldn't wrap my head around on how to write it... ;-; But I hope this is enough to satiate all the Seungmin stans that were waiting for a fic! (God knows you all deserve more fics...!)

Tippy-taps were the only sounds really audible in the mute atmosphere, Seungmin eyed you while pretending to scroll on his phone while you were too busy to notice as you were fiddling with your own device.

Seungmin sighs once, his voice echoing around the room before his eyes dragged over to you to see your reaction. Seungmin wanted to pout when he saw that you didn't even turn your head.

You were still focused on your phone, getting absorbed into whatever social media you were scrolling through. Seungmin was getting a bit annoyed, you two were suppose to hang out and be lovey-dovey like all couples would but here you are showing him how hyper-fixated you can be.

Seungmin sighs a second time, this time he wasn't only side-eyeing you he was full-on giving you his blank-stare. His eyes twitched slightly when he saw you smile at your handheld screen instead.

Your boyfriend's nerves irked slightly and decided to scoot closer to you.

He peeked at what you were looking at and saw that you were scrolling through Instagram and laughing slightly on some funny pictures.

Ah. So that's what is more important than me, he thought.

He wanted to divert your attention, so he eyed you for an idea.

Then it clicked, his face slowly morphed into a cute little grin.

Seungmin placed his hand on your thigh with a glint in his eyes but you just hummed when he did that, placing your head on his shoulder as you scroll through your feed.

His hands were getting antsy, so was something down there as he remembered the dreams he had about you all the time that inevitably causes him to wake up in morning sweat as well as soaked underwear.

He licked his lips as he turned his head to look down at you, still occupied. He raised his shoulder a bit as a signal to remove your head from his joint, to which you complied easily.

With excitement coursing through his veins, Seungmin started to lean into your neck, his lips touching your skin to which you responded with a small giggle at the ticklish sensation.

“Woah, there — lover boy.” You mused, your favorite nickname for him rolling off your tongue smoothly.

“What's gotten into you?”

No response as Seungmin rested his face on your neck while his hand on your thigh slowly trailed into your middle.

Seungmin kissed your soft skin with warmth despite the feeling of lust building inside him. You didn't expect this sudden shower of love from him, but you graciously accepted it as you laid your phone down on the sheets.

His lips trailed from your neck to your jaw as he kissed it lightly, you closed your eyes and savored the feeling of his supple lips.

“The things I want to do to you, jagi...” He whispers hotly against your ear, then in a sudden flash — your positions changed from sitting side by side to him pinning you down the bed with his hands beside your head.

This shocked you of course, Seungmin does not look like someone who would be this domineering. With widened eyes you respond to his early statement with a light breath. “Seung..?”

“This phone seems more important to me huh?” He gawped, tossing the aforementioned device into the nightstand.

Then it hit you — after hearing his words. Deep inside, you wanted to laugh at the fact that this puppy is jealous of your phone. Seungmin noticed as he watched your expression closely, you were on the verge of laughter. He didn't like it one bit as he glared at you eye-to-eye, all thoughts of laughing faded like the wind.

The position was not family-friendly at all as Seungmin leaned down to connect both of your lips, you were familiar with kissing him as you do it all the time anyway but something about this certain kiss was different it had... more flare in a way. Without a word exchanged, Seungmin's tongue dived first into your mouth causing a muffled sound out of you.

By no means were you a virgin but in the 5 months with Seungmin, you had never had actual sex...

Seungmin's hands creeped up your shirt, while your own gripped the side of his body, you tried hard to reciprocate in the mouthful kiss but you weren't experienced at it while Seungmin seemed relaxed and confident as he shoved the muscle down your wet cavern.

He pulled away as a long trail of saliva was made, you were breathless and dizzy already but Seungmin wasn't done it seems.

His hands inside your shirt pinched a nub, causing it to be hard and erect, your muscle tensed slightly at the sensation.

“God.. Y/N, you look so pretty like this.” he curses as his mouth dives into your neck once again, to adorn it with purple blooms and to reap more sounds out of your innocent mouth.

“Seung, fuck... yeah, that feels so so g-good.”

His hand stopped massaging your left nub and switched to your right, stimulating it to the point that you felt yourself getting harder by the minute. You tilted your head back as Seungmin kissed down your neck, down to your collarbone.

Now, impatience was waning the atmosphere — Seungmin started rutting his hips into your thighs, the glide of his hard-on was hard to miss. Seungmin couldn't help but pull back to remove his shirt — his full lean torso was a sight for a split second before he started to remove your own shirt — raising your arms and tilting your head back.

At first, you were reluctant to show skin but Seungmin immediately removed that, “Fucking beautiful for me, jagi” he mumbles in a soft tone.

“I–I hate you.” you stutter out, trying to hide that underlying smile with your palm — your heart was drumming so fast, it was louder than sound of the AC in the corner

Seungmin tore his eyes away from your chest before landing on your covered face — he guided your blocking hand away, noticing every single detail and appreciating every inch of you.

His touch burned red wherever his fingertips landed, like hot wax melting over you — that tingling sensation rose as well as the butterfly flying in your stomach as cliché it may sound like.

You decided to get a little bit brave as your hands gripped Seungmin's shorts before dragging it over to the tent in his short as a subtle moan flew through Seungmin's lips.

“You don't know how long I've wanted to do this, Y/N — I wanna ruin you like this.” His voice mesmerizes you as you couldn't help but squeeze his erection a few times.

“Yeah?” you ask in awe as you relax underneath him.

He nods.

Seungmin started to grind into your hand while he bit your nipples, ravaging it like a last meal while your own hard-on was getting uncomfortable against your last pieces of clothing.

Your boyfriend wanted to go little-by-little and enjoy the moment before the high, a little maniacal grin clouds over his expression at the different possible thoughts flowing through his brain which was unbeknownst to you.

He stills for a moment, leaving you to catch your breath as he grabs something under the cushion of his bed.

You didn't even manage to get a glimpse of it before he pounces back to you, item in hand.

“Jagi, if you ever feel it's too much.. Just say the word, "Chocolate" alright?” He proffered, staring you down before kissing your lips.

“Okay.. Okay,” you breathed out, relaxing your nerves. Seungmin drags your pants down, your underwear following soon after — your legs closed instinctively but Seungmin pried it open, his attention on your expression for any discomfort.

You faltered for a bit but allowed him to do so.

Seungmin popped open the cap of the item he was holding as he towered over your body, then you felt something soft against your lips once again as you returned his kiss with want as well.

He positions your body so that your ass was more accessible to him, his fingers that were moist with something teased your puckered hole.

“Please, Seungmin — just quick..!” You assert when Seungmin pulled away from your swollen lips.

“You aren't in control here–not after ignoring me, my little slut.” Your eyes widened at the nickname, but at the same time — your dick twitched and Seungmin couldn't help but smile as he noticed that.

“So you like that huh?” He mocks.

“N-No..” you countered, only for him to shove two fingers immediately in your hole, the burning feeling making you bite back a moan.

He leans down towards your ear, his voice deepening, “I hear that now, but later — you'll be nothing but like a cumsock.” A

A shudder passed your whole body at the way he worded it, the head of your cock burned with each passing second without stimulation. “Seung, fuck...”, you cursed before he hit something with his digits that made your toes curl up in pleasure.

“Sir. Call me sir, slut.” he insists as a breath leaves your lips.

“Wh-Wha— N— Fuck!” you swore as he pressed his long fingers hard on a sensitive spot

A moan left you as he kept abusing a certain spot inside of you. Seungmin pulls his finger out, ripping a whine from you.

“Sir, fuck– Sir please..!” You begged, struggling helplessly as Seungmin watched your cock bounce while you thrust upwards to no avail.

“That's right, baby boy–God, you look so hot like this”

Seungmin's sweet praises rang in your ear like strings being strummed on a guitar, like light chords and tunes going in one ear then out the other. Seungmin's free hand wandered back into your chest, thumb massaging an erected bud as he took off his shorts with one hand. You couldn't tear your gaze away from his cock, pretty pink lush on the tip with veins popping on the side — size didn't matter for you but god that looked bigger than you thought.

Your boyfriend's face showed a condescending grin as he noticed your staring, his ego inflating over the edge.

A gasp shot out of your mouth as soon as Seungmin's hand wrapped both around your cocks, the friction of his cock against yours as well as Seungmin's hand was pure bliss, and you couldn't help but thrust your hips up and chase the pleasure.

Seungmin watched as your own pre-cum was enough to coat both of your cocks evenly—he let out a groan, finding your neediness hot.

You set up a faster pace — you were basically fucking his hand at this point — desperation clings to your raspy breaths as you chase that inevitable high but of course Seungmin had other ideas than to end his fantasies in such a short-lived way.

He pulls his hand away much to your disappointment.

“Wh-Why... Seu–Sir, god— H-Hand...” You babbled endlessly, your hand lingering over both your cocks wanting to release but Seungmin tsks at your disobedience. He grabs your free hands and pins it up your head—he wouldn't let you do as you please that easily.

A whine escaped your throat, still helplessly thrusting upwards and struggling against his grip — gaining pleasure from the friction of Seungmin's cock against yours, his dick resting just above your own.

“Disobedient slut, aren't you?” He says monotonously with a scowl on his face.

He hikes your legs up as you look up at him teary-eyed.

Your ass was fully exposed to him as he positioned his cock against your pulsating entrance — your breath caught in your throat as you felt the head of his dick prod your rim but not pushing in at all.

You awaited the oncoming onslaught but Seungmin was not about to let you feel that gratification that easily.

With a grin, he leans down to mouth at your neck as he keeps his cock at bay — like withholding food from a hungry man.

Your hips sink down against his hard cock with want but doesn't do anything except make Seungmin's cock glide against the crack of your ass — he grins, knowing you were at the verge of breaking which was what he wanted in the first place. To break you as a punishment.

Seungmin's hand couldn't help but wander to your neglected cock — as to add insult to injury; he jerks it off, once or twice as a tease and that was it for you.

A sob left your mouth as you relaxed into the bed, mind too hazy to notice.

A chuckle emerged from your boyfriend as he shoved his entire cock into you in one go, moaning lowly at the feeling of your walls against his sensitive dick.

“Fuck, so tight—just for me.”

“Mm, sirrr...” You said empty-headed in response, his cock reaching and hitting places that made you quiver in total euphoric pleasure, he was leaking inside you — already coating your walls while languidly rutted inside you, his speed increasing by the minute.

“Good fucking slut.” he gruffly babbles, palm squeezing your thighs intensely— for sure to leave red hand marks in the aftermath.

Seungmin was sure to hit your prostate, multiple times — milking it for what it's worth and creating that onset feeling within your abdomen.

Moans, gurgles and the creaking of the wooden bed were the only sounds bouncing off his apartment's walls, for sure — Seungmin's neighbors are gonna be angry at him, the next day.

“Close, jagi?” he asks roughly, as he pulls your hips back onto his cock — making you feel every inch of him.

You nod twice, drool escaping from your swollen lips as every glide of Seungmin's cock against your walls continues the building orgasm.

On instinct, Seungmin moves his hand up your body and wraps it around your neck — your breath catching on your throat at the restriction. Seungmin slams his cock inside you with vigor, his balls hitting the cleft of your ass cheek at the power of his thrusts. Your eyes rolls back at your airways being blocked as you

With one last hit towards your prostate — you spurt your release untouched with a scratchy moan.

You gasp against Seungmin's chokehold as white comes out of tip like an endless stream, electric shock coursing through your body at the intensity.

Seungmin's hand leaves a print on your neck as he pulls away, air finally filling your lungs desperately.

Seungmin is in awe of your fucked-out expression and couldn't help but reach for your cock that was dribbling with cum — he jerks it off in rhythm with his erratic thrust, fucking you through your orgasm as all you could do was whine as you reached out to touch Seungmin's chest, finger catching on his nipples.

Seungmin welcomes the extra stimulation on his lean body, his thrust going faster and harder until and with the release of Seungmin's held breath, his hips stilling as he soils your insides with white, thick release.

He breathes heavily as he slumps on top of you — your chest touching and sticky with your fluid. “Mmm, Seung— heavy, get off me.” You mumble, clenching around him with a groan.

Seungmin laughs bubbly, “Still not done, baby boy.” He whispers, pulling out of your slick hole with a pop, his cum gently streaming out of your rim before he positions his finger back in, one digit then comes two.

“Mmm...”

“Like that?” Seungmin says, motioning his wrist perfectly to that sensitive spot.

“A-Ah.. Yeah...” You confirm with a modest nod, enjoying the pleasure from Seungmin's long fingers.

Two fingers shortly turn to three as Seungmin shoves his digits inside your cum-slicked hole — loving the way you clench and stiffen at the feeling.

A few minutes passed as Seungmin played with your hole to yours and to his surprise — he added another finger, then the last until your hole managed to fit his whole fist in.

“Fuck, you're so loose from me, jagi.” He comments as he thrust his entire fist inside you as you let out trembling breaths at the burning stretch. Seungmin manages to get it in up until his wrist before he stills his hand inside of you, your chest heaved before he finally pulls his whole hand out — your hole unclenching as Seungmin's cum drips out.

Seungmin immediately straightens his body and peppers your face with soft kisses, you exhale shakily — gripping into Seungmin's bicep as you let him shower you with love. “You were so good, so good for me—jagi, so pretty.”

Though your entire body ache from a passionate and rough time, you smiled up at your lover, “Yeah, yeah—lover boy.” You mumble through closed lashes, feeling a bit cloudy still as Seungmin touches your parts of your body that he marked up fondly.

“Good?” he asks attentively.

“Yeah, was' fun.”

“Need anything, love?”

“Nope, just sleep...” you grumble, exhausted from the 'activity'.

“Better rest up, cuz we still have lots to continue later~ Oh- and I'm confiscating your phone.” He says with a tooth-eating grin, you rolled your eyes at that — grabbing the nearest pillow and hitting him straight in the cheek as he reaches for your phone.

“Hey— Ow!”

You laughed loudly, as you stood up and ran with a limp towards the kitchen area.

“Oh no you didn't— Get the fuck ba—”Seungmin cuts himself off by tripping on the blanket.

Your annoying laugh echoed at Seungmin's misfortune but when Seungmin gets his hands on you... Hmm, there's no telling.

[seungvocado]

Break Ground [Final]

υ´• ﻌ •`υ — Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

υ´• ﻌ •`υ — Content/Trigger warning: Step brother!Seungmin, Step sister!Reader, Fem!Reader, Slow burn, Fluff, Service dom!Seungmin, Soft dom!Seungmin, Fingering (F. Receiving), P in V sex (unprotected), Creampie, Aftercare (?). [Let me know if I miss out any!]

υ´• ﻌ •`υ — Sypnosis: Y/N who is secretly in love with Seungmin - even before they were step-siblings, navigates the complexities of their relationship. Unspoken feelings escalates when she dates another boy to distract herself from Seungmin.

υ´• ﻌ •`υ — Master list - Break Ground (mini series)

υ´• ﻌ •`υ — 18+ work! MDNI! Ageless/blank blogs will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog.

It was a few days after that fateful day that had changed everything between them. The atmosphere between Y/N and Seungmin had been thick with unspoken tension ever since. Every time they were alone, the air crackled with the weight of their unexpressed feelings.

One evening, they found themselves alone in the living room, their parents out for a dinner with friends. Seungmin sat on the couch, his eyes occasionally flicking to Y/N, who was pretending to focus on her phone. She could feel his gaze, the unspoken words hanging heavy between them.

Finally, Seungmin broke the silence. "Y/N," he began, his voice a little hesitant, "I... I need to talk to you about something."

She looked up, feigning nonchalance though her heart was racing. "Yeah? What’s up, Seungmin?"

He hesitated, as if searching for the right words. "I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About what happened… and how I feel about you."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, trying to hide the smirk threatening to form. She had an idea of where this was going, but she wanted to make him work for it. "And how exactly do you feel about me?" she asked, her tone playful, almost teasing.

Seungmin sighed, running a hand through his hair, clearly struggling with how to express himself. "You know it’s complicated… but I can’t keep pretending that I don’t care about you more than just as… as a step-sister."

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her composure, leaning back on the couch. "Oh? Is that so?" she teased, enjoying watching him squirm. "And what are you going to do about it?"

Seungmin looked at her, his expression serious. "I want to be with you, Y/N. Not just in secret. I want to be with you for real. I know it’s risky, and we’d have to be careful, but… I can’t keep this to myself anymore."

Y/N’s teasing facade faltered slightly at the earnestness in his voice. She leaned forward, her playful demeanor softening. "You know, Seungmin," she said, her voice dropping to a more sincere tone, "I broke up with my boyfriend."

Seungmin blinked, clearly surprised. "You did?"

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I realized that I couldn’t keep pretending with him when my heart was somewhere else."

He looked at her, his expression a mix of relief and confusion. "But why didn’t you tell me?"

Y/N leaned closer, her smile turning into a smirk as she spoke in a low, teasing voice. "Because I wanted to see how long it would take you to ask me out. And… because I know you were secretly jealous." She poked his arm playfully, enjoying the way his cheeks flushed slightly.

Seungmin’s eyes widened, and then he let out a small, almost embarrassed laugh. "You knew?"

Y/N knew that Seungmin was deeply jealous of the public affection she had shared with her ex-boyfriend at university. Even though Seungmin had never outright expressed his jealousy, the way his eyes would darken or how he’d get tense whenever her ex was mentioned spoke volumes. The every morning after Seungmin and her pleasured each other, Y/N had already made up her mind to end things with her boyfriend.

Breaking up with him wasn’t difficult; the connection she had with Seungmin was so much stronger, so much more real. However, she knows the secrecy of their new relationship came with its own set of challenges.

"Of course I knew," she teased. "You’re not as good at hiding your feelings as you think, Seungmin. I could see it every time we were at school. You hated that I could be affectionate with him in public, didn’t you?"

He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah… I did. It drove me crazy seeing you with him when I couldn’t even let on how I felt about you."

Y/N reached out and took his hand, her teasing replaced by sincerity. "Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. I broke up with him because I wanted to be with you. I just love teasing you too much to tell you right away."

Seungmin squeezed her hand, his expression softening. "You’re something else, you know that?"

Y/N grinned. "I try."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their mutual confessions settling between them. Then, Seungmin gently tugged her closer, his eyes searching hers. "So… does this mean we’re really doing this? Secretly dating?"

Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering kiss. When she pulled back, her eyes sparkled with mischief. "I think we’ve been doing this for a while now. But yeah, Seungmin… let’s make it official."

Seungmin’s smile was a mix of relief and happiness. "I’m glad," he murmured, pulling her into a deeper kiss, their connection now even stronger with the knowledge that they were finally on the same page.

As they pulled away, Y/N couldn’t resist one last tease. "You know, Seungmin, you might have to get used to seeing me tease you in public now. I can’t help myself."

Seungmin chuckled, shaking his head. "As long as I’m the only one you’re teasing like this, I think I can handle it."

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Seungmin’s years of bottled-up affection and hidden desires seemed to have created a flood once the dam finally broke. Now that they were together, he couldn't help but be an incredibly affectionate boyfriend, making up for all the lost time when he had to pretend that Y/N was just his step-sister.

At university, Y/N and Seungmin maintained the appearance of step-siblings, keeping up the facade for the sake of their friends and classmates. The knowledge that they couldn’t openly show their affection in public made the moments they shared in private all the more intense.

Whenever they were alone, whether it was sneaking kisses in secluded corners of the campus or meeting up at their favorite spots outside of school, the chemistry between them was undeniable. But in front of their friends, they had to act like nothing had changed, keeping their interactions casual and friendly, hiding the passion that simmered beneath the surface.

Seungmin made sure to shower Y/N with all the love and attention he had kept locked away for so long. He was always finding excuses to pull her close, to press soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips—anywhere he could reach. It was as if he needed to make up for all the years he couldn’t show her how he truly felt.

Whether it was a gentle brush of his hand against hers as they walked side by side, or a full embrace when they were in the privacy of her room, Seungmin was constantly seeking out ways to express his love. He’d lean in to steal kisses when she least expected it, and when they were cuddled up together, he’d nuzzle into her neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

In the mornings before they left for university, Seungmin would pull Y/N into his arms, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips, as if he couldn’t bear to be away from her for too long. And when they returned home, he’d greet her with the same level of affection, as if each moment apart only made his love for her grow stronger.

It wasn’t just physical affection, either. Seungmin made sure Y/N knew how much she meant to him with his words and actions. He was always attentive, always ready to listen to her, to comfort her, to make her feel cherished. The years he had spent hiding his feelings had only deepened his love for her, and now that he could finally express it, he was determined to make every moment count.

Y/N, for her part, relished in Seungmin’s affection. She had always known he cared for her, but experiencing it so openly and freely was something entirely different. The intensity of his love was overwhelming at times, but in the best possible way. And as much as she loved teasing him, she knew that his affection was something she had come to rely on, something that made her feel safe, loved, and truly cherished.

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The sexual tension between Seungmin and Y/N had been building steadily for months. Their secret relationship was filled with stolen kisses, late-night rendezvous, and whispered confessions. But despite how far they’d gone, there was still one line they hadn’t crossed—a line that Y/N was eager to step over.

Every time they were alone, the desire between them grew more intense. They had explored each other’s bodies with hands and mouths, pushing the limits of their self-control, but Seungmin always held himself back from going all the way. Y/N could feel his restraint every time they were together, the way his hands would tighten on her hips, or how his breath would hitch as he fought to control himself. She could tell he was struggling, especially when she teased him, urging him to let go and take her fully. But Seungmin had made up his mind—he wanted to wait and give her a perfect first time, no matter how difficult it was.

One night, as they lay together in her room, the moonlight casting soft shadows across their tangled limbs, Y/N couldn’t hold back her longing any longer. She pressed herself against him, her hands roaming over his chest as she whispered, “Seungmin… I want you to take me. I want you completely.”

Seungmin’s breath caught in his throat, his body tensing as her words sank in. He had heard her say this before, had felt the same desperate urge to give in, to finally claim her as his own. But he knew if he gave in now, there would be no going back.

He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing as Y/N continued to press kisses along his neck, her hands wandering lower, teasing him. “Y/N,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “you know how much I want to… but we have to wait.”

Y/N pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his with a mix of frustration and yearning. “Why, Seungmin? We both want this. Why can’t we just…?”

“Because,” he interrupted gently, his hands cupping her face, “I want it to be special. I want it to be perfect. And… I don’t trust myself to stop if we start now.”

She could see the sincerity in his eyes, the way he was holding himself back for her sake. It made her heart ache with both love and longing. She knew he was right, but that didn’t make it any easier. “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” she teased, trying to lighten the mood, even as her body ached for more.

Seungmin chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “You’re the one driving me crazy,” he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, heated kiss. “But I promise, it’ll be worth the wait. Your birthday… I’ll make it special for you. I’ll take you fully then.”

Y/N sighed, a mix of anticipation and frustration swirling within her. “You better keep that promise,” she whispered against his lips.

Seungmin grinned, his eyes darkening with a mix of love and desire. “I will,” he promised, kissing her deeply once more before pulling her close, both of them trying to ignore the fire burning between them.

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Y/N woke up to a flood of messages and calls from her friends wishing her a happy birthday. She smiled as she read through each one, her heart warming at the love and attention. The day had finally arrived, the day she and Seungmin had been eagerly anticipating. But she pushed that thought to the back of her mind for now, focusing instead on the plans she had.

Because her birthday clashes with the holidays, her parents and Seungmin surprised her with a suite in a resort by the beach, where her friends decorated the suite’s living room with flowers, balloons and streamers. The table was already filled with gifts, and Y/N felt her heart swell with gratitude as she reached and saw all her close friends already in the room, surprising her.

She thought this was a family trip and did not think that her friends would be in it too. She knew this would be Seungmin’s doing, to invite her close friends since he knew Y/N would like to spent some time with her friends too on her special day. She made a mental note to thank him later.

They ordered a huge brunch spread, complete with pancakes, waffles, and mimosas. The conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and stories. Her friends, knowing she had broken up with her boyfriend, made sure to keep the mood light and fun. Y/N just laughed it off, her mind secretly preoccupied with thoughts of Seungmin.

After brunch, her parents presented her with their gifts. Her mother handed her a beautifully wrapped box, and when Y/N opened it, her eyes widened in surprise. Inside was a set of delicate lingerie in soft pastels, intricate lace detailing the edges. She looked up at her mother, who smiled and winked.

“Just a little something for you to feel special,” her mother said, a knowing twinkle in her eye. “We know how close you and your boyfriend were.”

Before Y/N could respond, her father handed her a smaller box. She opened it to find a pack of condoms, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Dad!” she exclaimed, trying to hide her mortification.

He just chuckled. “Better safe than sorry, right? We just want you to be prepared.”

Y/N forced a smile, nodding along even though she felt a wave of discomfort wash over her. They didn’t know she had broken up with her boyfriend, and she wasn’t about to correct them now. Seungmin, who had been quiet during the gift exchange, glanced at her with a subtle, knowing smile that made her heart skip a beat.

Her parents decided to leave after Brunch for home, thinking they should leave the youngsters to their activities.

It was a perfect day—one filled with the warmth of friendship and the carefree joy that came with it. But as much as Y/N enjoyed the time with her friends, she couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of anticipation as the hours passed.

As the night wore on and her friends finally returned home leaving only her and Seungmin staying for the night, Y/N found herself growing more and more anxious. The anticipation that had been building all day was almost too much to bear. After a nice bubble bath, she changed into the new lingerie her mother had given her, the soft lace brushing against her skin, and sat on the king-sized resort bed, waiting.

It wasn’t long before she hear the bathroom door open. Her heart raced as she sees Seungmin came out with a towel to dry his hair. He entered quietly, closing the door behind him, and when he turned to face her, the intensity in his eyes made her breath hitch.

He threw the towel aside and went to his bag taking out a small, neatly wrapped box, and Y/N took it, her hands trembling slightly. She unwrapped it carefully, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a tiny pendant shaped like a puppy. It was simple, cute, yet elegant, and she immediately fell in love with it.

“Happy birthday,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with something deeper than just affection.

“Oh, Seungmin… it’s beautiful,” she whispered, her eyes shining with emotion.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said softly, taking the necklace from her and gently fastening it around her neck. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. “I wanted to give you something special, something that would always remind you of how much I care about you.”

Y/N reached up to touch the pendant, her heart swelling with love for him. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ll never take it off.”

Seungmin smiled, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of her in the lingerie, the necklace resting just above the delicate fabric. “You look… incredible,” he murmured, stepping closer to her.

Y/N felt her breath catch as he closed the distance between them, his hands coming up to cup her face. He kissed her softly at first, his lips gentle and tender against hers. But as the kiss deepened, the passion they had been holding back for so long began to surge forward, unstoppable.

They moved to the bed, their kisses growing more intense, more desperate. Seungmin’s hands roamed over her body, caressing her through the delicate lace, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. Y/N’s hands weren’t idle either; she traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.

When Seungmin finally pulled back, his breathing heavy, he looked at her with a mix of love and something more primal. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice rough with need.

Y/N nodded, her eyes locked on his. “I’ve never been more sure about anything,” she whispered.

With that, they slowly began to undress each other, their movements filled with both reverence and urgency. When their bodies finally met, skin on skin, the sensation was overwhelming. The feeling of being so close, of finally fulfilling the promise they had made to each other, was almost too much to bear.

Seungmin took his time, exploring every inch of her body, worshiping her with his lips and hands. He kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling together as they lost themselves in each other. The anticipation that had been building for so long made every touch, every kiss, feel electric, the pleasure almost too intense.

“Seungmin…” Y/N whispered as she felt him move lower, his mouth leaving a trail of fire down her neck, her chest, her stomach. He paused for a moment, looking up at her, his eyes filled with love and desire.

“I want to make this perfect for you,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

“It already is,” she breathed, her fingers threading through his hair.

He smiled at that, and then he was kissing her again, his hands guiding her hips as they moved together, the tension between them building higher and higher. The pleasure was overwhelming, the connection between them so deep, so powerful, that it felt like nothing else in the world existed.

As Seungmin's hands slid lower, teasing the waistband of her panties, Y/N's breath caught in her throat. The tension between them was thick, each movement filled with anticipation. When Seungmin finally removed the last barrier between them, he took a moment to just look at her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her laid bare before him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with reverence.

Y/N felt a blush creep up her neck, her heart pounding in her chest. “Seungmin…”

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left her breathless. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve, every dip, as if he was memorizing the feel of her. When his fingers finally found her center, she gasped, arching into his touch.

“Does that feel good?” Seungmin murmured against her neck, his voice deep and husky. He nipped at her collarbone, his fingers digging into her hips as he pressed his body closer to hers.

“Yes… so good,” Y/N gasped, arching into him. Her hands slid up his back, her nails raking down his skin, eliciting a groan from him that made her pulse race.

He was slow, almost maddeningly so, his fingers moving in a gentle rhythm that had her squirming beneath him. He watched her closely, his eyes dark with desire as he teased her, drawing out her pleasure until she was on the edge of begging.

“Please…” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Seungmin’s eyes darkened with lust as he looked down at her, his breath heavy. “You don’t know what you do to me, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “You make me lose control… I’ve been holding back for so long, but tonight… I don’t want to anymore.”

“Then don’t,” Y/N urged, her voice barely above a whisper. “I trust you, Seungmin. I want you to let go. I want to feel all of you.”

That was all Seungmin needed to hear. His resolve crumbled as he captured her lips in another searing kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth with a hunger that matched her own. His hands gripped her hips more tightly, lifting her slightly as he aligned their bodies. The sensation of his hardness pressing against her core sent waves of heat through her, and she instinctively rocked her hips against him, craving more of the friction that drove her wild.

Seungmin growled low in his throat as he felt Y/N’s heat against him. He broke the kiss, panting as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with a primal need. “You feel so good, Y/N… I can’t get enough of you.”

With a groan of surrender, Seungmin’s hands moved to her thighs, parting them as he positioned himself between her legs. He reached down to grasp his length, guiding it to her entrance, but instead of entering her, he teased her, rubbing himself against her slick folds. The sensation was maddening, and Y/N whimpered, her hips bucking up to meet him.

“Please, Seungmin,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “I need you… don’t tease me.”

Seungmin smirked at her desperation, the control he had over her fueling his own desire. “You’re so beautiful when you beg,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “But I want to make sure you’re ready for me.”

With that, he slipped his finger back inside her and added another quickly after, her warmth and wetness nearly driving him over the edge. Y/N gasped at the intrusion, her body instinctively tightening around him as he began to move his finger in and out of her, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the pace. The sensation was electric, her nerves alight with pleasure as he added a third finger, stretching her further.

“Seungmin…” Y/N moaned, her hands clutching at the sheets as he pumped his fingers into her with increasing intensity. “It feels so good… I’m so close…”

Seungmin’s eyes were locked on her face, watching every expression of pleasure that crossed her features. “That’s it, baby… let go for me,” he coaxed, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in firm circles. The added stimulation sent Y/N over the edge, her body tensing as she cried out his name, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she came undone around his fingers.

He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, even as she rode out her orgasm. Instead, he kept up the relentless pace, his fingers thrusting into her, his thumb working her clit, drawing out her pleasure until she was a quivering mess beneath him.

“Seungmin, I can’t… it’s too much…” Y/N gasped, her body trembling from the intensity of her release.

But Seungmin wasn’t done. He withdrew his fingers, his hand slick with her arousal, and brought them to his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers as he licked them clean. “You taste so sweet, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. “I could spend all night tasting you.”

Y/N’s breath hitched at his words, her body already aching for more. “I want to feel you, Seungmin… all of you,” she whispered, her voice shaky with need. “Please… I need you inside me.”

Seungmin’s control snapped. He reached down to line himself up with her entrance, but paused, his eyes searching hers for any hesitation. “Are you sure, Y/N?” he asked, his voice gentle despite the fire burning in his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Y/N nodded, her heart swelling with love for him. “I’m sure,” she whispered, her voice filled with trust and affection. “I want this, Seungmin. I want you.”

Seungmin’s breath hitched at her words, and for a moment, he just looked at her, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he positioned himself between her legs, the tip of him brushing against her entrance.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N nodded, with her consent, Seungmin began to push inside her, his breath catching in his throat at the tightness that enveloped him. Y/N gasped, her body tensing at the unfamiliar stretch. Seungmin stilled, his hands gripping her hips as he gave her time to adjust to the feeling of him inside her.

Y/N felt her heart racing as she felt him slowly begin to push inside her. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pressure as her body adjusted to the intrusion. Seungmin moved carefully, inch by inch, his hands started massaging her sides as he watched her face for any sign of discomfort.

He let out a shaky breath, his control fraying at the edges as he continued to push deeper, her warmth enveloping him in a way that made his head spin. When he was fully seated inside her, he paused, his forehead resting against hers as they both took a moment to adjust.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “We can stop if it’s too much.”

Y/N shook her head, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she tried to relax, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on the sensation. “I’m okay… just give me a moment,” she whispered, her voice soft but determined.

Seungmin waited, his body trembling with the effort of remaining still. Seungmin leaned down to place soft kisses all over her face. He was buried inside her to the hilt, and the sensation of her warmth and tightness surrounding him was almost too much to bear. But he would wait as long as she needed, because this wasn’t just about pleasure—it was about them, about the connection they shared, about the love that had brought them to this moment.

“You feel… incredible,” he whispered, his voice laced with awe.

“So do you,” Y/N replied, her hands sliding up his back, pulling him closer.

For a few moments, they just stayed like that, their bodies intertwined, their breaths mingling as they savored the intimacy of the moment.

Finally, Y/N took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes meeting his. “I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice filled with trust and love.

Seungmin’s heart swelled with emotion as he kiss her once on the lips and began to move, slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to the sensation of him inside her. Every inch of her body was alight with pleasure, and she could feel every movement, every thrust, as he filled her completely.

The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, but Seungmin held back, his movements slow and controlled as he guided her through the experience. He was patient, making sure she was comfortable, that the pleasure outweighed any discomfort.

The sensation was overwhelming, but it was also perfect, and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips as he began to pick up the pace. And as Y/N’s body adjusted, she began to meet his thrusts, her hands gripping his shoulders as she urged him on.

“Y/N… you feel so good,” Seungmin groaned against her ear, his hands went to her breasts as he thrust into her with increasing intensity. “I can’t believe we’re finally doing this… you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as the pleasure began to build again, her body responding to every movement, every touch. “Seungmin… don’t stop… please, don’t stop,” she gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she met his thrusts with equal fervor.

He knew what she needed before she even finished the sentence, his pace quickening just enough to push her closer to the edge. The tension between them was electric, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

Seungmin’s control was slipping. He could feel the pleasure building inside him, the overwhelming need to lose himself in her completely. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he continued to move inside her, his pace growing more desperate with each thrust.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure that was coursing through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her, the sensation of him fucking her deep drives her wild with desire.

“Seungmin… I’m so close… please, I need you…” Y/N gasped, her voice trembling with need.

Seungmin groaned as he felt Y/N’s walls tightening around him, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her with a force that bordered on desperation. “Come for me, Y/N,” he urged, his voice rough with emotion. “Don’t hold back,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “Let go, Y/N. I’m right here with you, I’ve got you.”

That was all she needed. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, and with a cry of his name, she came undone beneath him, her body tightening around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

Seungmin wasn’t far behind. The sensation of her climax, the way her walls clenched around him, was too much to bear. With a few more desperate thrusts, he followed her over the edge, his own release shattering through him as he buried himself deep inside her. Seungmin catch Y/N’s lips into a searing kiss, tongue tangled with her’s as he paints her walls with his cum. His body trembling with the force of his release as he held her close, his grip almost desperate.

Seungmin’s body shuddered as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure, buried deep inside Y/N. His breath came in ragged gasps, his forehead resting against hers as he tried to regain his composure. His body spent but his heart full. Y/N wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they both caught their breath, the aftershocks of their lovemaking still pulsing through them. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and the lingering warmth of their shared release.

Y/N’s hands were still tangled in Seungmin’s hair, her body quivering beneath him as she slowly came down from her high. She could feel the rapid thumping of Seungmin’s heart against her chest, their bodies still intimately connected, the sensation of him still inside her making her feel a warmth and connection unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

“Y/N…” Seungmin murmured, his voice laced with emotion as he slowly lifted his head to look at her. His dark eyes were filled with a tenderness that took her breath away, and she could see the love and devotion in his gaze as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.

She smiled up at him, her heart swelling with affection as she cupped his cheek with her hand. “Seungmin,” she whispered back, her voice soft and filled with emotion. “That was… incredible.”

Seungmin’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “You’re incredible,” he whispered against her mouth, his voice still a little breathless. “I can’t believe we just… did that. You were so perfect.”

Y/N blushed at his words, her heart fluttering in her chest as she returned the kiss. As she pulled away, Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with affection as she reached up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “So were you.”

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she confessed, her voice trembling slightly. “I can’t believe it finally happened… with you. It was everything I imagined and more.”

Seungmin’s eyes softened even further as he pressed his forehead against hers, their noses brushing as they shared a moment of quiet intimacy. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But it was more than just the physical… it’s because it’s you, Y/N. I love you so much, and being with you like this… it’s like everything I’ve ever wanted finally came true.”

Y/N’s heart soared at his words, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest as she looked into his eyes. “I love you too, Seungmin,” she whispered back, her voice filled with sincerity. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone else… you’re everything to me.”

Seungmin’s heart swelled with emotion, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to capture her lips in another tender kiss. The passion from earlier was still there, but it was tempered with a deep sense of love and connection that made the kiss feel even more meaningful.

They stayed like that for a while, their bodies still connected as they exchanged slow, languid kisses, savoring the afterglow of their lovemaking. Seungmin’s hands gently caressed her sides, his touch soft and reverent as he memorized every inch of her skin. Y/N’s fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, her touch light and soothing as they shared this intimate moment.

Eventually, Seungmin reluctantly pulled back, his gaze full of love as he looked down at her. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with concern as he searched her eyes for any signs of discomfort.

Y/N smiled up at him, her eyes shining with happiness. “I’m more than okay,” she assured him, her voice full of contentment. “I feel… complete. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

Seungmin’s heart swelled with emotion at her words, and he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before slowly pulling out of her. The sensation left them both feeling a little empty, but the warmth of their connection remained.

As they lay there, tangled together in the sheets, Seungmin pulled Y/N into his arms, holding her close against his chest. She nuzzled into his neck, her breath warm against his skin as she sighed contentedly. Seungmin’s hand gently stroked her back, his touch soothing as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Thank you,” Seungmin whispered, his voice filled with gratitude as he held her close. “For trusting me, for loving me… I’ll never take that for granted.”

Y/N looked up at him, her heart overflowing with affection as she cupped his cheek. “I’m the one who’s grateful,” she replied softly, her voice filled with emotion. “You’ve always been there for me, even when I didn’t realize how much I needed you. I love you, Seungmin… and I always will.”

Seungmin’s heart melted at her words, and he couldn’t resist capturing her lips in another sweet, lingering kiss. “I love you too, Y/N,” he whispered against her mouth. “More than anything.”

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies warm and content as they drifted off to sleep. The night had been everything they had hoped for and more, and as they fell asleep in each other’s arms. In that moment, the world outside didn’t matter; all that mattered was the love they had for each other.

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Eleven: Petplay - Seungmin/Jeongin

Tags: Smut, degradation, mild name calling, dom!Seungmin, sub!Jeongin, bottom!Seungmin, top!Jeongin, anal, puppy play, use of petnames "pup" and "puppy"

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Seungmin knew Jeongin like the back of his hand. And he knew that for all of his stoic, tsundere ways, sometimes, he really just wanted to be taken care of. To not think. And maybe Seungmin had an unconventional way of helping him with that, but it worked for them.

“Hands and knees, pup. I wanna see wag your tail like a good mutt,” Seungmin ordered, pressing his foot into the back of Jeongin’s knee. Jeongin whined as he sank to the floor, his head bowing between his shoulders. The dog ear headband slid down his head a little bit, somehow making him look even more like a whiny puppy. The fluffy tail plug in his ass shifted as he adjusted his position and another pitiful whine made its way up his throat. 

“Attaboy.” Seungmin reached down and slapped Jeongin’s butt, making him yelp. “Come on now. Didn’t I say I wanted to see you wag your tail?” 

Embarrassment burned Jeongin inside and out, but that only made the heat in his belly grow hotter. He squeezed his eyes shut as he arched his back a little bit more and began wiggling his hips. The plug in his ass slid deeper and brushed right against his prostate, causing him to whimper. 

“Poor puppy,” Seungmin cooed, walking around so that he was standing in front of Jeongin. He squatted down and scratched behind Jeongin’s ears. “Already too dumb to use your words?” 

Jeongin opened his mouth but all that came out was a whimper. He was already so deep into his puppy headspace that real words didn’t feel right. He wasn’t at the point of actually barking yet, but he was getting there. 

“Silly mutt,” Seungmin teased, giving Jeongin’s fluffy black hair a pat. “Barely spent any time with you so far and you’re already behaving exactly like a dog. What a good pup.” 

Jeongin’s face brightened and he shook his hips automatically, tail wagging behind him. Yes, all he wanted was to be a good puppy for Seungmin. He could do that. He really couldn’t think of much else to do, honestly. His brain was all play and do whatever Seungmin said. He was a well-trained pup after all. 

Seungmin scratched the back of Jeongin’s neck. “Alright puppy, stay there while I get undressed. Then you’re gonna fuck me good, okay?” Seungmin asked rhetorically. It was more of a command than a question. 

Jeongin nodded vigorously, trying to keep still while Seungmin straightened up and began undressing himself. He made sure that Jeongin could see him clearly as he slowly dragged the hem of his shirt up and over his head then neatly folded it to the side. Jeongin’s pupils were blown as they roamed over Seungmin’s bare torso. He was panting a little, characteristically like a dog. A little drool ran down his chin as Seungmin went to pop the button on his jeans and he chuckled. “Messy pup,” he mused. The sight of Jeongin’s cheeks going cherry-red was delicious. 

After what seemed like ages for Jeongin–his knees were aching, his arms were tired, and his cock was hard –Seungmin finished undressing and made his way to sit on the bed. “Come up here, pup,” he said, patting his thigh. Jeongin moved to him as quickly as he could while still on all fours and climbed into Seungmin’s lap. 

Seungmin moved to press a kiss to his cheek and instead of getting a kiss back, Jeongin immediately began to lick all over his face. This was slightly unexpected but not an uncommon reaction, especially when Jeongin was deep in his puppy space. “Okay, okay, I got it!” Seungmin groaned. “Enough, boy.” Jeongin didn’t listen though, continuing to lick his cheek and his neck. Seungmin sighed and grabbed his chin, holding it firmly. Jeongin almost immediately went limp in his hold. “Down, dog. Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?” 

Realization dawned on Jeongin’s face and he nodded, moving off Seungmin so he could lay against the bed. Seungmin set a pillow under his hips and spread his legs. As Jeongin crawled between them, the tail plug in his ass swishing behind him. He panted a little, tongue out exactly like a dog as he looked at Seungmin’s body spread out on the bed. “Come on, pup. Get me ready to take your cock,” he said sweetly, reaching up to scratch Jeongin’s head. 

Jeongin wiggled his hips excitedly and placed his hands on Seungmin’s inner thighs to spread them further apart. Seungmin’s hole was already loose from earlier, when he had opened himself up. Jeongin was never coordinated enough in this state to properly finger him, so if he wasn’t in the mood for a little pain, he usually opened himself up beforehand. Jeongin did, however, know how to use his tongue.

He dipped his head down between his thighs and ran his tongue over Seungmin’s hole. Seungmin shuddered and Jeongin let out a pleased little hum at the reaction. He ran his tongue over his perineum and lapped at his balls, spit dripping off them and running down his chin. “Fuck, Jeongin,” Seungmin groaned, his thighs tensing around Jeongin. “Such a good pup.” 

That heightened Jeongin’s enthusiasm and his licks became more sloppy and wet. He gave a small nip to one of Seungmin’s asscheeks and he hissed, his thighs squeezing together a little. “Careful with those teeth, puppy,” he instructed and Jeongin nodded with an affirmative little chirp in his throat. 

Instead of biting him again, he flatted his tongue over his hole and dragged the wet muscles upwards to his balls. Seungmin moaned and Jeongin wagged his fake tail, his own stomach twisting with arousal. He lowered his head again, this time pushing the tip of his tongue inside his hole. Seungmin twitched and clenched around him and Jeongin thrusted his tongue deeper. More drool dribbled down his chin and onto the bed as he sucked at his rim greedily. Seungmin’s muscles quivered with each thrust of Jeongin’s tongue, with every desperate, needy sound Jeongin made as he tasted him. Jeongin could eat Seungmin out for hours, even when his tongue was sore and Seungmin was dripping wet. Tasting him, being so close to him, feeling Seungmin twitch and shake with each flick of his tongue made his head fuzzy, made him want to be an even better pup for him. 

Eventually though, Seungmin decided he’d had enough and sat up a bit, reaching behind Jeongin to grab his hair. The ears on his head slid out of place slightly and Jeongin whimpered as he lifted his head. “That’s a good pup, you’re making me feel so good,” he reassured him, petting his head. “But I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours. Can you do that? Or are you too much of a dumb doggy?” 

Jeongin nodded his head quickly and sat up on his haunches. As he moved, the plug in his hole shifted and pushed deeper inside him and he moaned, his eyes nearly rolling back. Seungmin chuckled. “Come on, don’t get distracted,” he said. Jeongin whimpered and licked his lips which were already shiny with spit from when he ate Seungmin out. 

Seungmin got onto his knees and leaned forward so that his face was above Jeongin’s cock and then he opened his mouth and let a drop of salvia fall down the shaft. Jeongin shivered and then Seungmin wrapped his hand around his cock to spread the saliva around. 

“Hhhnn,” Jeongin keened, eyes watering from the stimulation and Seungmin’s lips turned up in a smirk. 

“What a sensitive puppy,” he hummed, flicking his thumb over the tip. Jeongin’s mouth fell open and he moaned, his tongue lolling out again. “Good boy,” Seungmin drawled. “Let’s put your big cock to good use.” 

He laid back again and lifted his thighs up so Jeongin had better access to his hole. Jeongin practically panted as he lined himself up with Seungmin’s entrance. There was no warning before he shoved himself in, all the way to the hilt. Seungmin gasped and arched his neck. The stretch burned but that only made it feel better to Seungmin. “Sh-shit, Jeo–pup, that’s it. Fill me up so well.” Jeongin grunted in response, the noise sounding almost like a bark. Seungmin took a deep breath and pulled his thighs closer to his chest. “L-let’s go, be a good boy and fuck me.” 

Jeongin, always the obedient pup, did as he was told. He put his hands on the back of Seungmin’s thighs, right under his knees, and pulled out for a brief second, only to slam back inside him in less than a second. The burn grew but the pain mixed with sparks of pleasure with how well he was filled up. He groaned and Jeongin growled in response, pushing his thighs back until he was almost bent in half. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of his thighs, sure to leave bruises behind when they were done. 

When Jeongin was in this headspace, he loved to claim. No matter how much control Seungmin may have over him, he’d make sure he was marked up in some way. And he hadn’t gotten to do that yet. So as he thrusted his cock into Seungmin, he began sucking and biting at his thighs, leaving marks of purple in red behind. 

As much as Jeongin liked marking Seungmin, Seungmin loved it when he marked him. The sting of his teeth intensified the pleasure boiling in his stomach, and knowing that later he’d get to look between his thighs and see the swelling red marks from Jeongin’s teeth made a thrill go up his spine. The feeling of Jeongin’s teeth on his skin plus the drag of his big cock along his walls made ecstasy buzz through Seungmin’s body. He was already close, having been hard since the moment he and Jeongin had started playing. 

The sight of Jeongin fucking him like this never failed to make Seungmin melt. The ears on his head bouncing with each thrust, the knowledge that his fluffy tail plug was making him feel so much more. Just that alone nearly made his eyes roll back. 

Jeongin’s thrusts were sloppy and passion-filled. But even without any rhythm, each snap of his hips made Seungmin moan with abandon. He could barely form words to praise or command Jeongin, his vocabulary reduced to, “Fuck, yes, right there pup,” and “So good, so good, fuck me so well.” 

The air of the room was hot and Seungmin’s skin was burning. Beads of sweat ran down Jeongin’s face and his hair stuck to his forehead from the exertion of how hard he was fucking Seungmin. The angle of his hips had his tip hitting Seungmin’s prostate more often than not, and his stomach was filling with that familiar, white-hot pleasure that told him he was going to come soon. Shit, getting fucked by Jeongin, his pup, his good boy, felt so good . 

Jeongin bit his thigh again, hard , and Seungmin nearly screamed. He clutched the sheets on the bed to brace himself and choked on a moan. “Fuck, I’m close, Innie, good pup, fuck, fuck–” he muttered. Jeongin growled again against his skin and adjusted Seungmin’s position so his legs were tossed over his shoulder. He picked up his pace, ramming into him like he would never get a chance to fuck him again. 

Seungmin could barely get a breath in, felt like his chest was going to ignite, his insides were going to burn up–Jeongin was so pretty and cute and messy above him and fucking him so hard he could see stars in the corners of his vision. “Hah ahh, shit–” And then his back arched and he came, cock emptying in spurts all over his stomach and chest. He rarely came untouched, but Jeongin had done it this time. Jeongin didn’t stop fucking him even as Seungmin’s dick twitched again and he gasped in oversensitivity. Not until he was coming too, filling Seungmin up with enough cum to make him leak all over the bed. 

Jeongin’s chest heaved as he gave one final roll of his hips. He carefully eased Seungmin’s legs off his shoulders so he could rest them against the bed and then slipped out of him. He let out a sad whine at the sight of his cum dripping out of Seungmin’s hole but Seungmin shushed him. “‘S’okay, pup, you still claimed me well,” he reassured him. He eased himself up, wincing at the slight soreness of his ass. He opened his arms for Jeongin. “C’mere.” 

Jeongin smiled and surged forward, wrapping his arms around him. He buried his face against his neck and began to lick the warm skin there. And Seungmin let him. “Good, you did so well . So well Jeongin,” Seungmin said, using his name to bring him back into a more normal headspace. “My Jeongin.” 

Jeongin hummed and leaned back a bit to look at him. There was a little more clarity in his eyes. “Stay–” he started, his face scrunching as he attempted to find words again. “Stay like this? A while?” 

Seungmin smiled, fondness warming his chest. “Sure, pup. Wanna take a bath and we can play with your favorite toys?” 

Jeongin nodded enthusiastically and some of the haze over his eyes was already back. Seungmin’s smile widened and he wrapped his arms around him. “Alright, you deserve it. My sweet little pup.” 

[b4tracha]

Just a thought

Your most recent Drabble

But

Sub m reader x dom SKZ

Thoughts? 👀👀👀

(not a sub in any way so tell me if any of this is bad.)

Sub Male Reader x Dom SKZ

I can see them loving a bratty sub, especially since some of the members have bratty tendencies so it's like "I know this game way better than you do." Punishments are always fun to give out to them. Being bent over Changbin's meaty thighs while Chan spanks you with a paddle while Jisung wipes your tears and calls you a good boy is always so cute ):

It was actually Seungmin and Jeongin who realized you got in trouble on purpose to get spanked and introduced the chastity belts (AMAB and AFAB versions both apply) and plugs. Spanking always gave you an excuse to hump on your doms' legs while you were being spanked by another. When they introduced the plugs, you were excited. They always put you in big giant ones that remind of you Hyunjin's thick, long cock.

If you keep liking the punishments they're going to end up without any good ones!!

[daengtokki]

part one // serial killer!Kim Seungmin/afab reader

WC: ~10k

RATING: mature/explicit/mdni—contains: rough sex, manipulation, strangulation, blood, implied drugging, murder

SYNOPSIS: Seungmin floats through life alone, haunted by his memories—keeping himself under control, and quieting his mind the only way he knows how…killing and watching the life leave his victims eyes. When you cross his path on a morning hunt, something new (something forgotten) starts to move inside of him, leading both of you on a path to confront the unspeakable past.

[ ML— DEITY MASTERLIST ]

The smell of smoke reaches his nose, and the craving comes on so suddenly, and so strong…he hates this, not being able to control something so small. He doesn't have much control at all, if he thinks about it. He hasn't had any real control in years—just the illusion of it. The first chance Seungmin gets, he disappears into a convenience store, and he walks back out with a pack of cigarettes clenched in one hand. He bites down on a fresh book of matches as he bounces it against the heel of his palm, eyes still carefully scanning the streets as he unwraps the plastic and pops one between his lips.

The sound of the match against the striker strip is enough to calm his nerves, but the first slow drag quiets his mind and numbs the itch in his limbs. The part of his brain that doesn't shut up when it's time likes to smoke lately, it seems, so he listens. More of his illusion.

Just as he pulls in another lungful, you breeze past him, head down, eyes glued to your phone. Seungmin can see exactly what you're doing—looking at a map as you walk, probably a little lost, and you’re mumbling quietly. Scolding yourself, maybe, but taking your time and obviously trying to keep it together. He wonders just how lost you are, but he doesn't move right away…he’s smarter than that. That itch returns very quickly, despite the cigarette, and his legs shake a little with the anticipation of following behind. Lucky for him, you stop and duck under the awning for some shade, and probably to get your bearings.

He likes the way you look.

You feign confidence, and you really are doing a great job of fitting in and acting like you know where you are—where you need to go. If anyone else was nearby, they wouldn't even suspect you needed help. And you’re pretty. Seungmin thinks you probably don’t know that, not here, so out of your element. You are, though.

Just as he moves to approach you, you lift your gaze, and your eyes find his. Seungmin freezes for a moment, then slowly takes the cigarette from him lips. “Hello,” he smiles and turns away a little to blow out his smoke. “I’m sorry, I can…” he discards it, then turns back, hoping your eyes are still on him…

He was a little rushed this morning, his hair dryer broke, and he spilled an entire iced coffee on his way out the door. Going out today didn’t seem like the best idea, but he figured he would at least make the attempt, and try again tomorrow if he had to. Seungmin is very glad he tried today. You still look up at him with keen, hopeful eyes when he turns to face you again.

“…put this out.” He tries English—it’s the only western language he knows. “Do you need help reading your map?”

Still, you stare…silent. If you don’t speak English or Korean, he’s out of luck, and he’ll have to drag himself back home, alone, and crawl into bed until tomorrow.

“Yes…thank you”

He sighs internally, and smiles softly at you. Once again, his looks (and his fluent English) get him what he wants. Seungmin doubts you would have taken the help if that first look didn't get something moving in you. He could see it in your eyes. “Where are you headed? I might be more useful than that map.”

Still, you hesitate for a brief moment, “...my apartment. I took the bus, and I missed it coming back. But I think I’m almost there. I’m just a little anxious, and I’m being stupid…”

“No, you’re not. Have you been here long? In Seoul?”

“About a week”

“No, not stupid. What’s the address?”

/ / /

“Stay close, we can probably get the whole way across.” He looks back at you, and slows enough for you to catch up to his long strides. “No, maybe not,” he takes your wrist in his hand, and it’s unnecessary, because you stop with him. It’s a good start…the first touch. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you glance at him, and then to his hand wrapped around you, “I think I know where I’m at now.”

“You think?”

“I think”

“I’ll take you to your building. You don’t have to invite me up…promise.”

It’s another two blocks before you finally see it, and the sight of it is a relief. Seungmin can almost feel the tension leave your body as you approach it, but there’s a long moment of silence between you when you finally get there.

Eventually, you unfreeze yourself and speak,“thank you for your help…uh, what should I call you?”

“Thank you for letting me help. You can call me Seungmin.” He smiles shyly when he says his name.

“Seungmin, is it okay if do?”

“Do what?” He already knows what you’re getting at, but he cocks his head and bites his lip.

“Invite you up. I’m sure you have better things to do, though.”

Seungmin loves the flush in your cheeks when you ask. The nervous energy that left you returns, and it gets his blood pumping everywhere it needs to—his heartbeat jumps, and he hopes his cheeks pink up a little bit, too. “No, that’s been my best offer all day.” He knows he can’t do anything here, but this is also an unusual feeling—visiting the home of a potential victim. It's not necessary, and it's very personal...and it's a little bit awkward.

“This is cute.” Seungmin stands in one spot, and examines the tiny apartment. It’s simple, and still a little plain, but you’ve barely had time to settle. He can picture the twin size bed you’re sleeping on, and how the two of you would barely fit; the commotion you’d make…the mess. The thought sends a jolt of pleasure through him, and he feels himself getting hard as he watches you stare so intensely.

“What?” He smirks. You smile back, so Seungmin lets his grow a little wider.

“Do you want some coffee? You look like a coffee person.”

“I am, I would love some”

/ / /

“You’re a long way from home,” Seungmin says over the rim of his mug, casually scanning every part of you as he does—your bare feet shuffling on the area rug; your legs, easy to admire in the tight leggings you’re wearing; body sinking comfortably into the squishy couch. He sits up and turns himself toward you a little more. “May I ask why?”

“Work. But I think I’m very under-qualified for the position…I took it to get away from my old life, and my ex.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Bad breakup?”

“Bad enough…I’m sure things could’ve been worse”

If he can find out when the break-up happened, Seungmin can figure out just how vulnerable you still are. “If it was worth coming this far, I’m sure it was bad.” Reaching out right now and grabbing your throat would be so, so easy. It would be nothing; his hands would wrap perfectly around your delicate neck. He can almost feel the snap of your hyoid, your pulse as it speeds up; slows down; stops completely. Vulnerable, but still guarded—soft, sad eyes, and nervous fingers tapping against the mug, turned slightly away from him.

Still, when you look at him again, you light up a little. “My turn…what were you doing smoking outside a GS25 all alone this morning? I’m very glad you were there…just curious.”

“Oh…” Seungmin actually laughs at that—a genuine laugh. He wasn’t prepared for such a blunt question. “People watching, I guess. I like to observe.” He notices your eyes wondering over him, the same as he did to you, only you’re a lot less subtle about it. “What is it?”

“What do you do for a living?”

A living. What does he do for a living? He doesn’t do anything except survive day to day within his careful, tedious routine. He’s a trust-fund baby, thank god. Seungmin can’t imagine having to work a day job, deal with the public, wear a mask every moment of the day just to get by.

“I make music…write, produce. Independently. Nothing major, but it pays the bills.” It’s not his usual lie, but it seems fitting for you. It’s not even a lie, because Seungmin does make music—music that has ever seen the light of day.

“You sing?”

Seungmin nods, puts on another shy smile for you. “Yeah, I do. Mostly for myself, though.” He’s not used to fielding so many personal questions so quickly, because by now, someone has their mouth on something. Or something in it. The thought gives him another twinge in his groin, and he almost whines along with his sigh.

Now is probably a good time to get more information, but his dick continues to distract him. “Uhm, what was your promotion? What do you do?” Not this information, but he has to start somewhere.

“Nothing very exciting. Customer relations for a cosmetics company. I don’t like it very much, but it pays well enough, and I’m here now.”

“Is that where you went this morning?” It’s almost too nosy, but he goes with it. “Sorry, that’s not really my business.”

“No, it’s okay. I was coming back from Dongguk University. I’m taking language classes."

He takes the opportunity to switch to Korean, “good…so you don’t speak any Korean?”

And all you can do is stare back, clueless. “I think I caught a word,” you laugh when he grins at you.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you”

An exchange of phone numbers, the promise of dinner, and Seungmin is on his way back home. Empty handed, yes, but he already has a plan unfolding in his mind. A few times before, he’s deliberately taken his time—did the cat and mouse thing, or more appropriately for him, a dog with a bone. It’s usually not by choice, though. He may have to find another in the meantime; something quick and easy to hold him over. Rushing things with you won't satisfy him.

“Wow, this is…great,” the girl turns and gives Seungmin a heavy, confident look. She only has one thing on her mind, but he’s alright with getting straight to the point. “How about the bedroom?” So why does the eagerness almost turn him off? It’s a stark contrast to what you just gave him, and to what anyone else ever gives him. The dates he picks up don’t want coffee and conversation.

There is no foreplay—not a single touch until his pants are undone and on the floor, but she goes for his shirt, and Seungmin grabs for her wandering hands.

“What’s wrong…self-conscious?” She slips one under and runs her fingertips across his ribs.

He has to tilt his head to the side to avoid her lips. “No, I’m not.”

“You are a little skinny, but that’s okay”

The gasp the girl makes when he grabs the side of her neck, the little bit of fear in her eyes, is what finally gets him completely hard. He squeezes, just enough to not be threatening, and she relaxes for a moment.

“Sorry…sorry, just teasing,” she smiles a little, and her eyes dart from the window, and then back to him.

“Get on your knees”

She does so without hesitation, but Seungmin turns and walks away before she has a chance to touch again. There wasn’t much prep for this, so he has to be careful, and he has to be quiet, so he stares absently into the drawer of his bedside table for a few long moments. Handcuffs could be helpful, but the gag might be even better. He opts for the handcuffs, and when the girl sees them dangling from his finger, she smiles. “Okay, I like kinky…are those for me?”

Seungmin nods, and very gently secures one of her wrists. The other end snaps around the bedpost. Now she reaches her free hand toward him and gets a handful of dick, and he lets her touch.

“Are you gonna be a tease now? Take these off.”

A hand comes down fast, and again she gasps as he tightens his grip around her throat. She grabs for him and claws at his skin, but it does nothing. His grip still tightens, even as her nails cut and a thin line of blood starts to form. Seungmin relaxes, and then lets go.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She coughs and pulls at the cuff, but it's not going anywhere. “Get this off of me. Now."

None of this is new for him, and most of the time, his jobs aren't easy. Last time, he was lucky. "No," Seungmin laughs and pulls his shirt over his head, but just as he's about to return to his drawer for something new, he hears his phone buzz in the pocket of his discarded jeans.

"Take these off…please"

"Not yet, relax"

"But you will? What are you gonna do? I'm sorry I teased you…please, you can do whatever you want, but—"

"But? I can do whatever I want, but what?"

The fear in her eyes is enough of an answer, but another buzz of his phone distracts her for the briefest moment. "Please let me go. We can just pretend this never happened.”

Seungmin goes for his phone this time, "no, I don’t do that," and stares at the number for a few seconds before recognizing it, because he didn't add you to his contacts. He's not even sure he should.

Hi! I just wanted to thank you again for being so kind. I haven't had any really nice interactions with anyone until I met you today. And there is a place a block way from me that I've been wanting to try since I got here, if you're still interested.

Seungmin doesn't catch himself grinning, but his guest does. "Good news?" She asks. "Look, this was just a date gone bad. I'm not into whatever kinky shit you're into.”

He's bored. To be honest, he's been bored since he got this girl back to the apartment, so this may not do the job as well as he was expecting—he’s already starting to get soft. But letting someone go? Seungmin doesn't do that. The phone gets tossed onto the bed as he makes his way back to his drawer, and this time, he knows what he needs. The girl gasps and screams as soon as she sees the glint of the blade against the lamplight—the gag definitly would have helped, but it's too late now. The neighbors are mosty likely at work, at least.

The rattle of the cuffs against the bedpost is annoying, and Seungmin thinks for a moment that it might actually break. "You need to relax, and you need to be quiet. This…" he gestures to her antics, "this is not helping either of us."

"Fuck you, you're gonna burn in hell"

That's the last thing she says. There is one more reach, and one more scratch of her nails (right across his cheek), but she gives in as soon as the knife slides neatly between her ribs. One last hitch in her throat, one last exhale, and the light fades from her eyes. Exactly what he needed.

"I know"

I am still interested. I wonder if we're thinking of the same place.

He sends that off and thinks, but the first text is more of a challenge to acknowledge.

I'm glad I could be your first.

It doesn't sound quite right to him, but maybe that's a good thing. He sends that, too.

Now he looks to the lifeless body on his floor. The blood has soaked through her clothes, and onto the area rug where she was kneeling. Seungmin suddenly remembers why he hates doing things this way. Okay, no blood for a while, he thinks as he begins to conceal the body. He has a long day ahead of him now.

The week passes slowly, and Seungmin spends it hidden away in his bedroom. He wrote a little, and he forced himself to sing last night, but aside from that, he's just existed beneath the warmth of his blankets. One more text came from you a few days ago, but he hasn't bothered looking at it yet. Ignoring his phone has been a test for himself, and he has done pretty well at not thinking about what you said.

That can't last forever, though. Seungmin doesn't think you're going to lose interest that easily. He knows you won't. And besides, he's hungry. It's time to get out of bed.

I'm free all day on Thursday

Fuck, today is Thursday. Seungmin sits up in bed and stares at the screen, thinks…wonders if chasing you will be worth it in the end. What if he spends all of this time on you, and it doesn’t fill the need he’s expecting it to? What if it’s just like the last one? He starts to type.

I am free today. I'm sorry I took so long to reply. I understand if you made other plans.

No, it can’t be as bad as that one.

Lunch. Maybe a walk, if it's not to cold for you. Back to the apartment. It's not time, though. The feeling hasn't quite returned yet, and it won't feel right if he does this now. Maybe today isn't the day.

I'm still free. Let me know when!

But lunch wouldn't hurt. Seungmin needs you here, in this apartment, if he's going to do this right. He needs you comfortable with him.

I can get dressed and head to your building. Half an hour? Meet me outside.

/ / /

You dressed up for him. He's still a half a block away, and you’re turned in the opposite direction, but he can tell that you put some thought and effort into your outfit. Seungmin looks the same as he typically does; black jeans, black sneakers, a Carhartt jacket over a loose fitting t-shirt. Not much effort, really, but…

"Hi!" You examine him, not so subtly, starting from his dark parted hair, all the way down his long, slender legs. The smile on your face grows when you meet his eyes again. "How was your walk?"

Now it's beginning to feel like a date, and it’s very obvious that you’re attracted to him. There’s no doubt you would’ve looked at him the same had he arrived in the sweatpants he had on in bed this morning. "Very nice. How was the trip from your apartment?"

Seungmin gets a genuine laugh out of you. “It was great, I was very excited to get down here and see you.”

Excited to see him. Okay. Seungmin is used to the attention, but he isn’t as used to the cute, innocent flirting. He sees your cheeks blush before you drop your gaze.

“You lead the way”

He nods, and brushes by you very gently.

Lunch is perfectly normal; a real date. Seungmin learns a little more about you, and you learn a few more exaggerated, somewhat true things about him. The breakup between you and your ex was recent—only six weeks ago. The move was actually the catalyst for ending things. You confessed to him that you’re still unsure if it was the right thing to do, but you are beginning to like living in Seoul already. Maybe because of him. You thanked him again for his help, so Seungmin starts to wonder if simple kindness isn’t something you’re used to. Getting it from him seems a little ironic.

“Would you like to take a walk?” The second part of his plan already seems to be in motion, because you walked right by your building without even realizing. “There’s a nice park I like to visit about a half a mile that way, and a cafe a little closer, actually.”

“Either sounds good"

“Or, my apartment is closer than both. And I have a very nice coffee bar. And a regular bar, if you prefer.”

He hears your soft laugh, and he can picture you blushing again. A no wouldn’t surprise him, though—going straight to his apartment was beginning to feel like a stretch, but he has to ask. After all, you did invite him up fifteen minutes into knowing him.

"Are you gonna make me a homeade latte?"

"Whatever you desire"

/ / /

Seungmin waits for you to give him a surprised look as soon as he leads you through his front door, just like everyone else does, but you don’t. You’re quiet as you take your shoes off and look around, and you don’t make a sound until he speaks up.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get the espresso machine going.”

“You must do good work”

“I wouldn’t say that. My dad left me a lot when he died, so I can’t take any credit for it.” Why did he say that? He had no reason to tell the truth, and yet, it slipped right out.

Now you do give him a look—a sad, apologetic one. “Well, I’m sure you still do good work.”

Seungmin keeps his mouth shut as he flips a switch and grinds the coffee beans. You don’t say anything else, but he watches you watching him carefully from the corner of his eye as he works. He makes one for himself, too, and as he walks to join you, a reflection on the hardwood makes him stop in his tracks. A small, silver earring is shining up at him, and he silently scolds himself for his sloppy cleanup. How did he miss that all week? He did stay in bed for most of that time, but he has never, not once, left something behind. It looks clean, at least...no blood.

“What’s wrong?” You look to where he’s looking, and you see whatever has him frozen. A small silver hoop earring.

“Uh, nothing…” he sets both coffees down on the table and tries to ignore it, but he can’t. Besides, you’ve seen it, and he can’t just leave it there. Seungmin wonders if he left something even more damning in the apartment as he bends to pick it up.

“One of your dates lost something?” You say it casually…just an observation, “I assume you have a lot of them coming and going.” But Seungmin looks ready to defend himself.

“No…no, I don’t. Not that often, really.” He slips it into his pocket. “How is your drink. I can make another if it’s not quite right.”

“It looks good,” you pick it up and hold it under your nose, “smells good,” and take a slow, careful sip. It’s hot, but just the right amount of hot. “It’s very good, thank you.”

He sits down, and his knee grazes against yours. You hold still and watch his hand run down his thigh, follow his arm up to his shoulder—to his neck, where his loose t-shirt reveals some collarbone, soft and tan. Seungmin is staring right through you, and he doesn't seem to realize it. The movement of his eyes is hypnotizing, and they're so big and dark, you feel like they could swallow you whole.

Just when you think he's going to reach for his coffee, his hand lifts toward you, and everything moves in slow motion—Seungmin's tongue pokes out to wet his lips, he bites down on it a little…and his fingertips just barely graze the far side of your neck.

You shake free of your trance and move back.

"Sorry"

"It's alright," you take another long sip of your coffee and avoid his gaze, but you can feel him staring at you. Hard. You look around his big, well decorated apartment and suddenly wonder how you ended up here with a man you hardly know, inches from him, his eyes eating away at you.

He's not sure why he went for that touch. Curiousity, maybe. Your skin looks soft, it is soft, and though he has no overwhelming urges at the moment, he still wants to to know how your skin feels squeezed against his palms, and pinched between his fingers. The image gives him a pleasant twinge in his stomach, and he doesn't even think about the possibility of his dick growing in his jeans right here and now. Today, nothing will happen, and if he scares you off now, he’ll never get you here alone again. It’s not a risk worth taking.

“I am…please forgive me. I don’t know why I did that. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“I don’t.” It’s a little bit of a lie, but he seems sincere. It’s easier to relax and take a deep breath now that he’s up and making a little bit of distance between you. Still, you admire him from this angle—his long, slender legs, perfect in proportion to the rest of him. Broad shoulders, and a strong looking back that you can see when the light hits his white t-shirt just right.

His face is soft, his jaw is strong, and his skin pretty, but not quite perfect. Seungmin looks like a piece of art come to life, and he’s here with to you. Talking to you. Staring at you. Reaching out to touch you.

There has to be something wrong with him.

“Are you okay?”

“Hm? Yes, I’m okay”

“I asked if you wanted to see the balcony”

There is no doubt he caught you admiring him. The grin on his face warms your cheeks…it warms your entire body. “Yeah, sure”

The balcony is in his bedroom.

Very cautiously, you walk through the doorway, but you’re not sure why you’re still on edge. So far, Seungmin has been sweet and thoughtful…maybe a little odd, but not so odd that it should concern you. Regardless of how handsome he is, maybe he really doesn’t go on many dates, or even get out of this apartment very often…his room is dark and moody, maybe more of a reflection of his mind than anything else in the apartment. Everything looks expensive—the high windows, the lighting, the music equipment in the corner. His bed is oversized and covered in soft pillows, and an old stuffed dog sits right in the middle. It looks like it’s seen better days. Seungmin doesn’t stop to show you around, though. He heads straight for the balcony.

“You’re not afraid of heights?”

You shake your head.

“Good. It’s a nice view.”

It is a nice view, because he’s almost at the very top. The wind gusts a few times as you stand there, and the air is chilly, but Seungmin stands to your side and blocks most of it. His eyes burn into you again, and you’re starting to like it.

“I should probably go.” Another lie. There is no reason to leave, and you don’t want to, but if you do stay, something will certainly happen.

“Oh, of course…I can call a ride for you”

And you want something to happen. Being in his room, within falling distance of his bed, is driving you a little bit crazy. His big, soft eyes are driving you crazy. But you barely know him, and you’ve barely settled into your new life. Feeling vulnerable isn’t new, but you’re extra vulnerable right now, and you know what can happen when you feel that way.

/ / /

Someone else will come along, and he’ll be fine. Eventually, he’ll come across another perfect one, and when he does, he won’t drag his feet and fuck things up. You were right here, inches from him…more than within reach, and Seungmin is not used to failing at getting his way. Maybe he missed something. Seungmin isn’t completely aloof when it comes to emotions and reading them on people, but he doesn’t typically bother with it, and he isn’t the best at it.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to dwell on it too long. You send him a text right before he begins to doze off that night...

Thank you for lunch today, and the walk…and coffee. Sorry I ended everything so quickly, it was nothing personal. I would like to see you again.

Okay, everything is fine. Just a little overreaction on his part. He just…scared you off? Came on a little too strong with the neck touch, more than likely. It didn't seem like much, but you're obviously a little reticent.

I would like to see you again

No reply to that, but a heart pops up next to his message after it sends.

He drags himself to the other end of the street, but he's tired. Sleep hasn't come easily the past few days, and the nightmares that come and go have returned…the same ones—the old shed, the soft, rain soaked ground, and the earth covering his father's hands when he reaches out for Seungmin. There's more, so much more, but it always comes in pieces. Maybe tonight he'll get another piece.

For now he focuses on the woman entering the bar, and he's certain he's going to lose her in there on a busy Saturday night. The urges have returned, and the sleepless nights haven't made things any easier, so he has to do something, and this half-hearted chase helps a litte bit. You haven't said a word since Thursday, and if you don't by tomorrow morning, he might just come and find you himself. If that's the case, he doesn't even need to pursue this one—he can go back home, take a hot shower, make a strong drink, and finish his nightmare.

“Seungmin?”

His heart jumps into his throat.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you”

It’s you. It’s your soft, lilting voice, and your pleasant accent. He turns and your eyes connect, but his heart still continues to pound. “Hi, what are doing so far from home?” Very far. He ventured a little further out of his comfort zone this time around. Running into you this far away can't be a coincidence, even if Seungmin doesn't believe in things like that.

“You first”

“Oh, uh…trying to be social, I guess”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me the truth.” You smile at his smirk. “A few of my classmates dragged me along, but I’m over it already. I don’t usually stay up this late.”

“I can ride home with you, if you’d like. Unless I can convince you to have a drink with me first.”

You think about it, but not for very long. Part of you wants to make up for last time, and for struggling to text him back. “Yes to both. Can we try a different bar?” The other part wants to remain strong.

“Of course, anything you want”

“Your bar?”

But the former part is bigger.

It's a quiet ride back to his place, but it's not an awkward quiet. Seungmin is relaxed, body turned sightly toward you, and you can tell he's watching every subtle movement you make; the fidgeting of your fingers, and the bounce of your knee, the occasional shift to adjust yourself and pull at your sweater. You can't quite figure out what he seems to see in you, and maybe that's part of your hesitation—being a clueless foreigner with a native drinking up every little thing, emphasis on little, that you have to you offer.

He walks ahead of you as you head for the elevator, and it's another opportunity to look at him in the harsh light. The leather jacket he's wearing is a bit big, but it doesn't hide the broadness of his shoulders. Just as you move your eyes down, he begins to take it off and reveal even more. His muscles move delicately beneath the black t-shirt as it slides down his arms, this time a more form-fitting one, tucked loosely into his black jeans. Tiny waist, narrow hips, but just enough ass to grab.

The elevator opens and he turns to you, "don't worry, I won’t keep you up too late."

When you arrived, he did all of the things guy's don't actually do on your dates: pay for the ride, open the door, hold a hand out for you. It was a little bit cheesy, but you're not going to complain about his good manners.

"Do you mind if I change? I can smell the smoke on me."

You shake your head at him, make yourself comfortable on the couch, and listen carefully as he moves around in his bedroom…the slide of a drawer, a door softly opening and closing. He's not in there long, and when he comes out, he looks like a different person.

Seungmin’s face is so striking, and it’s like that no matter what he does to his hair, but he definitely combed everything back with his fingers while he changed. It’s parted just off to the side and pushed away from his eyes, save for a few lose strands, and his eyes are so pretty and intense. The outfit is completely different—a loose fitting t-shirt, a thin white one this time, and sweatpants. It looks so out of place, because the three times you’ve seen him, he was dressed a little more than casual.

A silver Chanel necklace still hangs around his neck, and you wonder if he just forgot about it. “Better?” You stand and take a step toward him, he moves a little closer, but heads toward his small, but elaborate bar.

“Yeah,” he smiles and beckons you. “What do you like to drink?”

“What do you think I like?”

“Oh…good question, let me think,” he very patiently scans over his selection…

Ice in the shaker, cherry soju, coconut vodka—he gives it a shake, never breaking eye contact until he has to grab a glass and pours—he stops and looks around, thinks, then grabs another bottle from under the bar. As soon as he twists the cap off, the sweet smell hits you. Seungmin tops it off with cream soda, and drops in a cherry before sliding it toward you. Then he pours some for himself, minus the soda.

“Is this me as a cocktail?”

He sips his, and you can hear a little laugh from behind the glass. “First impression? Yeah. Is it good?”

“It’s good, it’s sweet…goes down easy”

“Oh, I hope so”

The whole room warms. You feel like you’re on fire. You know you’re blushing, and you might even be grinning like an idiot, but you can’t pull yourself away from his stare. Seungmin bites down on his bottom lip and a smirk slowly tugs at his mouth, and it’s now that you notice how plump and red his lips are.

All you can do is clear your throat and shift in the bar stool, but thankfully, Seungmin still has the reigns. He finishes his drink in one swift movement, and you take one more sip as he rounds the bar. The warmth of his hand on your thigh, you do feel that, but everything else is either numb or pulsing with nervous excitement. He spins you to face him, but his hand doesn’t move—it squeezes as he leans in and whispers in your ear.

“Stop fighting against it…just…” he sighs, and it turns to a soft moan. You feel like you could melt right out of this stool and onto the floor. “Don’t make me beg.”

Fuck, your mind went from nothing to everything you want him to do to you, and everything you’ve been wanting to do to him. But you haven’t done anything yet, and you don’t have to. Seungmin hasn’t come off as that type, but god…the way he’s looking at you and gripping your leg. He gently pushes your thighs apart until he can put himself between them, and your eyes drop to the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“Seungmin…uh, fuck…um”

“What? Look at me. Eyes up here.”

The ease at which he makes you listen is surprising. He has you now. The smoke-tinged smell of his skin, the vanilla of his cologne, and the sweet smell of booze on his lips. His eyes soften, and you can’t even begin to imagine resisting that look—from here you can see the little bit of black eyeliner starting to smudge. You don’t even feel yourself reach up and wipe your thumb at the corner of his eye, not until he smiles and wraps his fingers around your wrist.

“I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you what you need.”

No answer will come out, so you squeeze your thighs and hope he can read the look in your eyes. He does. Seungmin grabs your hips and pulls your body into his, lifts you, and doesn’t hesitate once he has you in his arms. He turns and takes you right into the bedroom, and the feeling of being outside of your body is intense. You can feel your legs wrapped tight around his hips, and your arms clinging to his shoulders…you can hear his soft grunts as he keeps you steady against him. He pulls you close right before he drops you, and you get a taste of his skin before you hit the bed.

“Keep your eyes on me”

He pulls his shirt over his head, and you study every inch of him while you can. A long, lean torso—his muscles underneath flex with every shallow breath; his bare shoulders—you count every freckle as your eyes move down his arms; his hands grab his waistband and pull, and his cock bounces out, bigger than anything you’ve taken before, and you’re not even sure he’s fully hard yet.

Seungmin laughs at your reaction. “I’m usually a little more subtle…but,” he stops and looks you over, and his voice turns so sweet, “take something off for me. Please.” He’s never this needy, and he doesn’t usually move so fast, but he’s aching for it. Nine days of teasing him was far too long. “Yeah?,” he purrs as you sit up and slide out of your oversized sweatshirt. “Much better….” He strokes himself as he climbs onto the bed.

As soon as your tank top makes it over your head, and your breasts bounce free, you feel your nipples harden even more. Seungmin groans like a horny teenager. “Good…lie back for me.”

The steadiness of his hands is what you expect from him, though. You know he’s experienced, and you know he wants all the control. He unbuttons your skirt and pulls, leaving you in nothing but your panties—you wore cute ones, the lacy ones, just because. Of course you weren’t expecting to get anything tonight, but you’re so glad you did when you see Seungmin smiling at them…but then he snaps out of his trance.

Fuck, he mumbles and moves back. You watch him hop off the bed, and take another chance to admire his naked body, but he doesn't take long getting into his drawer, grabbing something, and returning to you. The condom is out and on him before you even realize what he was doing, and your panties are gripped and pulled down.

"Open up for me," he coaxes your shy legs apart until he has an eyeful of your throbbing, swollen cunt—good—and his tongue slides hungrily into you, making you gasp. "Soaking wet for me already?" Seungmin looks at you for an answer.

You nod and cautiously run your fingers through his hair, and he leans into it before getting back to work, but he just teases you. Licking and sucking just enough to make your hips move against him for more. You relax and enjoy it while you look around the dark room. The curtains are pulled shut, but you can see a little slice of city through the balcony's sliding door. The built-in shelves in the corner are over flowing with books, records, little trinkets you can't quite make out. There’s a bouquet of fresh purple flowers poking out just enough to see. You reach up and slide your hand across a silky pillow, and your fngers close around it.

"Oh…right there," you whine and take another fistful of hair. "Seungmin, god."

He laughs again, takes your words to heart, and doesn't hold back.

Your eyes squeeze shut, and you try hard to keep your body relaxed as he works, but all you want to do is thrust into him, make more fiction…finish…come hard. Seungmin moans and the vibration runs through you.

"Fuck”

He stops, and lifts his mouth off of you completely…

"No…please"

…and he laughs. "Not yet, not yet."

"So mean," you whimper, "why…"

You force your legs closed, but Seungmin doesn't like that. He grabs each knee and spreads you open again, and he slides himself between your thighs until his cock grazes your sensitive clit.

“Relax…” he comes down and bites the skin on your hip.

“I am,” you lie back and look to your left this time; at the desk, the instruments, everything he uses for work. The bedside table is bare except for a lamp, a pair of glasses you’ve never seen him in, and a silver bracelet…it matches the necklace you feel tickling you as he moves his lips up your body. “I am.” Your fingers tangle in his hair as he gets closer and closer to your throat, your neck. He bites down gently, and the pressure as he pushes himself in is so much more than you prepared for. He doesn’t tease—but he does at least take his time. After a few patient movements, he pushes in, and you whine in pain as he moans in pleasure, pulls out, laughs softly as he pushes in. Again and again.

“Fuck, you feel good”

“Slower…slow down,” your own voice echoes in your head, and you don’t feel like you’re all there. But you watched him make your drink, and he didn’t put anything in it. It’s stupid, but maybe it’s just him, and this room.

“Slow down? Oh, I’m hurting you.” He pushes in and stops, “I don’t wanna hurt you, but...you look so good stretched around my cock,” and pulls out carefully, “so wet.”

“You’re not hurting me…”

“I am”

It takes so much restraint, but Seungmin listens to you, and he’s patient as he pumps in and out. Every few strokes, he moves a little faster, and he knows he finally finds a good pace when you whine for him and squeeze his arms.

“Yeah, you like that?” He whispers and you nod, “you take it so well, fuck.”

His gentle affirmations keep you wet, and the sound you make together, the mess of arousal dripping out of you as he works—Seungmin pushes your thighs apart and takes in every little detail.

It does hurt, and it feels so good at the same time. “Please…”

The soft movements of your breasts distract him, and he takes them in his hands and squeezes. The look on his face is dazed, so full of pleasure. So lost.

“…don’t stop.”

"No." He’s not stopping anytime soon, not when it feels this good. “No, I’m not,” Seungmin speeds up, "I'm gonna break you in two," and slams hard into you, and no, he doesn’t stop, even when you cry out in pain. One hand falls down on your mouth, and the other pushes your shoulder into the bed, making you scream out again, but it’s muffled by his palm.

Your hands jump up and squeezes his forearm, and the other scratches at the hand covering your mouth. You can still breathe through your nose, but just barely. Seungmin doesn’t relax, and he doesn’t let up when you grab his side and dig in. Everything goes numb, but your skin prickles with goosebumps. You’re outside of your body again, looking down at the struggle, and the ceaseless pounding of his hips against yours. Every move he makes knocks even more air out of your lungs. Maybe if he comes, he’ll stop, or at least loosen his hand and let more air into your lungs. Time slows down, and lights pop up in your vision. You’re getting dizzy, and your heart was threatening to explode before he attempted to stifle your moans. Your chest starts to burn as you exhaust yourself.

There’s nothing you can do. Seungmin is stronger than he looks. Fingers squeeze into his arms one last time before the feeling disappears, and you think he finishes just as you let the rest of your body relax. Sleeping, that’s what this feels like. Falling asleep…feeling so tired you can’t possibly keep your eyes open any longer. Something in you needs to say his name one last time when the pressure of his hand is finally gone, but so are you.

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Seungmin can barely hold his body up, because he can’t remember the last time sex felt that good; the last time he came so hard. It takes a moment for enough blood to return to his brain, and for the post-orgasm bliss to subside enough that he can speak, but when he does, he finally realizes how silent you are.

“Hey, sweetheart…look at me,” he runs a soft thumb across your brow, and wipes away a stray tear running down your temple. Seungmin freezes, and the air catches in his throat. “Open your eyes,” he whispers, taps your pink cheek, and caresses it with a softness he isn’t used to giving out. Nothing happens. He pulls at your chin until your lips part to listen for the movement of air. Still nothing. “Fuck.” The shakiness of his voice surprises him. He climbs off of you and collapses onto his pillows, but his eyes don’t leave your still body. “I didn’t. You fucking idiot, you didn’t…” he’s up again and walking on unsteady legs, still weak from the exertion. Back in his sweatpants, Seungmin climbs onto the bed again and straddles your waist. Your cheeks are still flushed, and your lips, also still very alive looking, stay ever so slightly parted. Still, no air passes through them. He knows his own strength, and he prides himself on his control, but sometimes he does lose himself in the moment. But he kept his hands away from your neck. He very specifically forced that on himself, because this wasn’t the plan tonight.

“Hey,” he moves a piece of hair away from your damp forehead, places his lips against yours for the very first time, and he fills your lungs with air. Once…twice. Nothing. He tries one more time, and after, kisses you softly before returning to his spot on his pillows. The puppy plush falls onto his lap, and he grabs it, “you see that, Daengmo?” he says, and points its face toward you, “I still can’t do anything right.”

The first gasp for air feels like nothing—a useless, struggling breath like you’re still trapped underwater, but your eyes somehow open and see nothing but a blue tinted darkness. Hands clench something soft and slick…silky. Still corporeal after death, that’s the only thought you can create. The second breath fills your lungs and you cough it out, hard. So hard you sit up, and he’s there, holding your face, whispering your name. You try to push back, but you don’t think you actually move. Seungmin’s grip tightens on your shoulder, and he lets you fall back on the bed.

“Stay awake for me,” he says.

“No…no, stop”

“I’m not going to hurt you…I promise”

“Seung—” you feel yourself slipping again, and then his hand is on your bare chest, sliding up and down your sternum. It feels good, and you finally feel like you might be alive. “Seungmin?”

“I’m sorry”

And then you’re truly awake. The memory hits you suddenly—the hand caressing you is the same one that was clamped across your mouth. The other pinned you down onto the bed, and you can feel the sore spot where it's going to bruise. You somehow find the strength to move your arms and pull yourself away, but the burning of your thighs, and the leftover pain from the sex makes you shake and collapse.

Seungmin watches quietly as you scramble back up and gather your discarded clothes.

“You need to lay down. Please, get under the covers and get warm.” He finds your sweater, and holds it hostage. “I know I scared you, I'm—"

“Scared me?” Somehow, you manage to find and slip back into your underwear and tank top, but your skirt is nowhere. Why are you even looking for your clothes? You should have been up and running for the door, but your mind is nothing but static.

“No…I mean, what just happened is not what I intended. I lost myself.”

Finally, you go for the door, clothes or no clothes but it’s, unsurprisingly, locked. That’s an unbreakable habit of Seungmin’s. “Please let me go…please.” As much as you want to cry, nothing happens—but your throat tightens and it’s hard to breathe again, so you do the only thing you have left in you—collapse onto the floor and wait. "This can't be happening, not to me...no, everything felt right," you say to yourself, to the door. “Didn’t it?”

“I can't let you leave, I'm sorry.” He hears himself speak so softly, and it sounds as if it's coming from someone else, from somewhere else…not him. “You shouldn’t even be here right now. What’s wrong with me?” He mumbles the last part to himself, but it comes out louder than he intends.

You stare wide-eyed at nothing, forehead against the door, breathing deeply as you do everything you can to not have a full-blown panic attack. The adrenaline is quickly running out. But you hear the rustle of blankets and sheets, and then you sense him getting closer. His fingers close around your shoulders, very cautiously, and he pulls you against his chest.

“I’m going to pick you up, okay? And then I’m going to take you to the bed. That's all."

If there’s something you can do to save yourself, you can’t seem to think of it, so you give in and let him put his arms around you. And he does exactly what he says—places you gently in the spot he prepared a moment ago, and then pulls the blankets over you. He moves back a little bit, and stares. The strong, sweet scent of him is all around you now, but you manage to keep your eyes closed and off of him.

“I’ll be right back, I’ll get you some water”

They remain closed until you hear the lock, the door, and then him locking it again from the outside. He won’t be gone long. You’re up and scanning the floor again, trying to remember if you had your phone in your pocket. No…you left it on the bar, right next to your empty glass. The balcony…you have no clue what you expect to find out here, but you go out and look left, and then right. And then 25 stories down. The closet. It's spacious and neat; tshirts, jackets, shoes. The black and white windbreaker he was wearing when you first met him briefly catches your eye, but you close it quietly and head for his bedside table. You heard him slide the drawer open and shut right before he walked out. Maybe there's something in there.

“Oh…” The inside of it is neat and organized, just like everything else, so you get to see exactly what’s in there with one quick glance: a small knife, concealed in a black sheath, a few small syringes pre-filled with a milky liquid, handcuffs, nylon rope, a gag…"what the fuck"…lubrication, and several more condoms. “This can’t be happening.” A moment later, the lock clicks again, and without thinking, you grab the knife, quietly close the drawer, and climb back under the covers.

There's a bottle of water under his arm, and a mug in his hand. "I am going to drink some of this so you know I didn't put anything in it…and then I would like you to finish it," He takes a long sip before handing it to you, "The water bottle is unopened, don't worry."

Something is different about him. As soon as you woke up, something felt not quite the same. Even his voice, which was so serious, and a little bit solemn before, seems lighter and higher. You stare into the mug and take a deep breath, smelling the chamomile, the spearmint, and the orange. Seungmin finished nearly half of it.

"I'll take another drink," he holds his hand out for it.

"No…" you sip it very cautiously, and then take a longer drink. The taste and the warmth does help, and you finally take a full, deep breath. Seungmin rounds the bed as you sip, and you watch him carefully. If he opens that drawer again, he'll know you have the knife…and unlucky for you, that's exactly what he does. Maybe he heard you. Maybe he can just read it on you.

But he's quiet as he looks, and his expression doesn't change. He just closes it again and sits at the edge of the bed, naked back facing you. You find yourself admiring him again…his neck, his shoulders…stupid. He slides back and relaxes against the pillows, but he keeps a good distance. The bed is big enough for that.

"You have my knife?"

The way he asks isn't accusing. It isn't threatening. It isn't even rude. He asks as if it's just the next part of the conversation. When you don't answer, you see him nod his head from the corner of your eye.

"If it makes you feel safer, you can hold onto it. If you want to use it, I probably won't try to stop you."

"How long are you going to keep me locked in here?"

"I'm not going to let you go home alone in your state, not this late. You can leave in the morning."

"You're lying"

Seungmin sighs and turns on his side, and he looks at you—you look at him directly for the first time since coming back, but you're both silent. Just like his voice, his gaze is softer, and less intense. It’s also full of confusion, like he doesn’t know what to make of you; as if he’s wondering why you’re in his bed right now. His eyes start to close. At the same time, your eyes grow heavy, and it feels just like before. It feels like you can't possibly win against the sleep, and your thoughts wander as you drift; now you'll die, no more waking up.

The sun coming in through the balcony window warms the room. The light slices the bed right in half, and when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is his sleep tangled body—the legs of his sweatpants are pushed up almost to his knees, and his skin glows in the sunlight. He's sound asleep on his stomach for a few more moments, but then he mumbles something that you can't quite make out. A groan, but it's not a good groan. It isn't until right this second that you remember the situation you somehow ended up in. Locked in with him…whatever he is…a murderer? The drawer screams experience, and that experience screams serial killer, but last night didn't seem like an experienced killer. You suppose not every time can be perfect.

What are you even thinking? You pull the covers away and move to sit up, and it's then that you feel the knife, still tucked safely beneath the pillow. So Seungmin didn't sneak over as you slept to retrieve it, because you assume he actually did put something in your tea—something he himself also drank. Both of you fell asleep together, and now you have to wait for him to wake, and hope he meant what he said a few hours ago. No, you idiot. Where did he put the key? It's probably in the pocket of his sweatpants, so you move closer to him as carefully and as quietly as possible.

He doesn't stir. You stare down at his sleeping face as you slip your fingers into his pocket, and again, you admire him—the lips you never got to kiss, soft and pouty. His cheeks, his nose, all perfect and screaming to be touched. Seungmin must hear your thoughts, because his eyes open to you, and his hand clamps down on your wrist. Ice runs through your veins and your stomach drops, but instead of pulling away and retreating to the other side of the bed, you lean forward and press your lips to his, because…you don't know why. But Seungmin kisses back, and he means it—every nibble and lick, every soft moan coming from deep in his chest. You return the intensity, and something about his kiss feels good, but still…

“Oh…right,” Seungmin licks his lip and keeps his chin high, because he knows exactly how sharp his knife is. It grazes his throat, and your shaking hand doesn’t do much to relax him. “How could I forget?”

“Where’s the key?”

“I told you I’d let you leave, I meant it”

“Give me the key.” Now, of course, you can cry. Tears stream down your cheeks, and your hand shakes even more.

“Okay…okay,” he digs in the pocket you were going for, pulls out a leather keychain, and one gold key hangs from it. “Please don’t cry.”

You snatch it, but keep the knife against him until you’re too far away to reach. He doesn’t get up when you do. He doesn’t move when you grab the clothes you finally find on the floor, try the key, and sigh with relief when it works. It’s possible that he finally moves when the door shuts behind you, but you’re dressed and gone before you have a chance to find out.

[minminbunny]

Enemies to Lovers AU - Inspector! Kim Seungmin/Doctor Gender Neutral! Reader

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"Keep the glare away, Kim," you sighed, examining the body. Seungmin clenched his jaw, "Why did the chief put us together?" he grumbled, tugging his gloves over his hands. You smirked, "Because I'm the best in the area," you said, tying the bag of organs. "Unfortunately," Seungmin said, opening the victim's eyes. "Time of death around three to four hours, huh?" he said, furrowing his eyebrows. You nodded, "Once the organs get to labs we'll know if it's homicide or self-inflicted," you said, sending the bag away. Seungmin crossed his arms, "The body placement was odd," he murmured, squinting his eyes. You raised an eyebrow, "How so?" you asked, removing your gloves. Seungmin sighed, "Only their head was in the water. Do you think it could be intoxication?" he asked, looking at you. "Well, we'll know soon enough," you said, pushing the body back in the freezer.

"Get the fuck off me," you growled, pushing the hooded figure. They held a pipe and pressed it against your neck, "You should've just closed the damn case as an accidental death," they grunt, choking you harder. You coughed, clawing their exposed neck, forcing them to loosen their hold. Just as your vision blurred you heard a loud thud and someone calling your name.

"Stupid brat," Seungmin murmured, holding your unconscious palm. You stirred and groaned, "Where am I?" you rasped, your throat aching. Seungmin perked up, "You're awake. Thank god," he whispered, kissing your palm. You yelped when he smacked your arm, "What was that for?" you whined, trying not to strain your throat. Seungmin glared, "Doctors' don't fight. In what right mind did you think going after a killer alone would be a good idea," he growled, gripping your hand firmly. You whimpered, "I just followed the lead," you retorted, trying to tug your hand back. Seungmin sighed, "We could've lost you. I could've lost you. The chief had to pull me away from beating him to death," he grits, clenching his jaw. You traced his scrapped knuckles, "I'm sor-," you said when he cut you off. "I don't want to hear it. Just please, please lean on me sometimes. Depend on me, please," Seungmin pleaded, kissing your palm. You gulped, nodding your head, "Okay," you said, feeling his tears on your palm.

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"Baby, let me go," you whined, trying to get off his lap. Seungmin grunted, holding you close, "No," he said, tightening his hold. You pressed your legs together, "Baby, please. I need to pee," you glared, trying to hold it back. Seungmin nipped your ear, "Just go here," he mumbled, nosing your jaw. Your eyes widened, "Are you fucking insane," you said, looking into his eyes. Seungmin's icy glare, sends shivers down your spine, "Listen to me, doll. Make a mess right on my lap," he said, his voice deep and husky. Shame rushed up your cheeks, "I can't," you hiccuped, looking away. Seungmin pressed on your lower belly, "Either you do it yourself or I force it out of you," he whispered, kissing down your nape. You hid your face in the crook of his neck as pee trickled between your thighs.

The warmth pooled between you, only soft gasps and pants surrounded your bodies. Seungmin chuckled, teasing his fingers past your underwear, "Messy doll," he cooed, feeding into your humiliation kink. You bucked your hips as he eased two fingers up your hole, "Hah, mmh, ah," you moaned, feeling more sensitive than usual. Seungmin curled his fingers against your swollen bundle of nerves, "It feels good doesn't it, doll?" he chuckled, thrusting his fingers at a merciless pace. "Fuck, fuck, hah, mmh," you moaned, arching your back. Seungmin quickened his pace, pressing firm against the bundle of nerves, "Cum for me, doll. Make another mess in your pants," he growled, hearing your moans grow in pitch. Your eyes rolled back, only showing the whites when your the coil in your abdomen snapped. "Cumming, hah, hah, hhgh," you sniffled, climaxing hard. Seungmin kissed your cheeks then your forehead, "Good doll. You did so perfect for me," he praised, carrying you in his arms. "Let's take a bath together, baby doll," Seungmin chuckled, cradling you lovingly.

[snowyquokka]

MISSED YOU

written based off of the pictures above and my chronic need to be choked

seungmin x afab!reader

cw: smut w an attempted plot MDNI, established relationship, choking, reader is touch starved kinda robbed yall (lowkey lost motivation to write this one), unprotected piv (stay safe out there) dry humping for like two sentences, crying over being aforementioned touch starved + over writing an essay, shitty grammar (as per usual), no aftercare but it’s implied.

wc: 1k words

A.N- the longest one i’ve written on this account !! feel free to give feedback. muah <3

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“Fuck,” you groan and drop your head onto the table. You’ve been trying (and failing) to write an essay for 3 days now and the deadline is 2 days away. You’ve made zero progress due to just being stressed. Part of the stress is from not being able to even touch your boyfriend, Seungmin. He’s been on tour and it’s quite literal torture to you since your love language is physical contact.

Yes you’re able to have to an occasional Facetime where you both pleasure yourselves in front of the other but of course it’s not the same. You miss waking up on top of his chest as it rises slowly. You miss the way he smells.

And god do you miss his dick. The thought makes you feel so shitty but it’s the truth. You miss his deep groans and the way he sounds when he’s pushing you towards your orgasm.

You miss his tongue and the amount of skill he has when he’s going down on you.

And his long, slender fingers curling up in your pussy to hit your sweet spot.

Instinctively you rub your thighs together, arousal beginning to soak your panties. You swallow audibly and close your eyes.

“Fuck this,” you mumble as you shut your laptop and softly pad into your bedroom before slipping into one of Seungmin’s hoodies and crawling into bed.

You lay there for a few moments just staring at the ceiling as tears trickle down your cheeks. You feel pathetic for crying over something as miniscule as this. Though it doesn’t feel very minuscule to you.

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You wake up to the feeling of someone stroking your hair, startling you a bit. You look up to see Seungmin beaming down at you.

“Hi, sleeping beauty. Did you mi-“ you cut him off by throwing your arms around him and immediately reveling in his scent. You inhale deeply as you relax into his arms.

“You’re actually here. I- I thought you still had another week.” you mumble into the crook of his neck. He chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Yeah that was my fault, I got the dates wrong.” you pull back slowly as you’re suddenly very aware of the wetness that is still sticking to your bare thighs. Seungmin’s eyes flicker from your lips to your chest as he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth. You clear your throat awkwardly and pull away from him completely.

“I’m gonna go get some water,” you move to stand up but are immediately dragged back down into Seungmin’s lap.

“I’m not stupid, bubs,” he mumbles into your ear as he trails his fingers over your slick thighs. “My precious baby, ready for me as soon as I get home.” Seungmin chuckles and presses a kiss in your hair.

You cringe and rest your forehead on his shoulder in an attempt to cover your scarlet face. “I-I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking about you and I’m stressed about college. But I followed the rules and didn’t touch myself without your permission.” you rush through your words, leaving you out of breath.

Seungmin’s hand creeps up your back underneath his hoodie. “Let me help you.” you whimper softly in return.

He smiles down at you as he removes his hand from your back and gently grinds your hips against his. You let out a surprised groan and throw your head back on his shoulder.

“Relax, let me take care of you baby.” he rolls your hips over his bulge again. He inhales deeply and tilts your head up to kiss him. He lets out a groan as he tastes you on his tongue.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t dream about the feeling of your curves under his palms the entire time he was away. He couldn’t look at a picture of you without getting hard. So as he pushes you back on the bed and removes your top, he plays out everything he fantasized about for a month.

Seungmin dipped down to kiss you once he undressed you and himself. While you were distracted he pushed two fingers grinning as you moan into his mouth.

“You make the most lovely sounds bubs, wonder how long it’ll take for me to make you lose your voice.”

“Why don’t you try and find out?” you say through broken gasps. Seungmin retracts his fingers from your core and swirls his tongue around them.

“You think I should? Can you handle it?” he asks seriously. No matter how dominant he gets he always makes sure that you are comfortable with whatever he’s going to do. The last thing he wants is to hurt you.

“Please, baby,” you grab his right hand and kiss his palm before looking up at him. “I want this-“ you guide his hand slowly towards your neck “-here.”

“You’re absolutely positive?” you nod in agreement and watch as your boyfriends eyes darken and fill with pure, unadulterated lust. He tightens his grip slightly and kisses you sloppily. It’s so chaotic and has absolutely no rhythm whatsoever, but that only makes it better.

At this point Seungmin’s dick is so hard that it hurts. He hasn’t been able to get off well in an ungodly amount of time.

You notice the distressed expression on his face as he pulls away and grab his cock, his hand still wrapped around your neck.

You stroke him a few times before he grabs your wrist with his free hand and pushes it away. Lining his tip up with your entrance, he lets out a small breath before sliding into you gently, the large amount of arousal dripping down your thighs producing lewd noises that echo through the room.

“Ah, fuck,” you stumble. Seungmin pushes into you completely. You bite your lip to stifle the loud moans you know are trying to escape.

“Do you like to have the ability to walk? Open that pretty little mouth and let me hear you.”

You continue to stay silent, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of pleasure that you’re experiencing. This only eggs Seungmin on. He applies more pressure against your neck and thrusts into you harder, trying to get any and every sound out of you.

“I can do this all night, y/n. Judging by the way you already looked fucked out, I’m guessing you can’t, so I suggest you start listening to me.”

[thehandmaidenofcreativity]

So Patient

WC: 3.6k

Rating: 18+

Dom!Jisung plans a special scene for sub!Hyunjin, surprising him with another member.

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Jisung eyes the hook on the ceiling of the extra room of their new apartment. They agreed that it wouldn’t be a gym, but Minho did want to hang a punching bag now that he’s getting back into boxing regularly. Jisung doesn’t mind. In fact, the fact that Minho installed the hook before even ordering the bag is giving him a great idea. And luckily his favorite hyung is reliable enough that he knows the hook was installed well and able to hold a fair amount of weight.

Lately the members have had more individual schedules, which can be a bummer, but is definitely working out in Jisung’s favor this week. He sets everything up and just waits for Hyunjin to arrive. He’s nearly vibrating with anticipation when there’s a knock at the door. It’s just for politeness’s sake, of course, and it gives him the moment he needs to school his features before Hyunjin walks through the door. 

Hyunjin walks past Jisung, eyes down, entering his room before he begins stripping. In no time, he’s fully nude and on his knees beside Jisung’s door, just waiting for instruction. 

“Good boy.” Jisung follows him in, grabbing the items from his desk before stepping behind Hyunjin’s kneeling form. “Are you plugged?”

“Yes, sir.” Hyunjin already sounds a bit breathy. They don’t always play this way, but when they do, he’s turned on before his knees hit the ground. 

Jisung smirks at the sharp intake of breath as he secures the collar around Hyunjin’s neck. Today is going to be fun. As he comes around to the front of the other man, he turns the collar and lets the attached chain drop some, ensuring Hyunjin feels the weight of it. Hyunjin’s eyes widen, but he keeps them downcast and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He’s used to the collar, but it’s rare that his dom uses a leash.

Jisung doesn’t give any warning before he’s walking away, forcing Hyunjin to scramble after him for fear of getting dragged. Once they’re outside the door of Minsung’s extra room, he’s instructed to stand. 

“Keep your eyes on me or the floor.” Jisung’s gaze is hard. “Any sounds will result in a punishment. Understood?”

“Yes sir. I’ll be quiet.”

Typically Hyunjin’s pretty good at following directions, so he’s not particularly concerned about the prospect of punishment. Plus, he loves when he’s allowed to look at Jisung early on. The gasp when they enter the room does tempt him, though. It clearly did not come from Jisung. He immediately turns his eyes downward again for fear of letting curiosity get the best of him. He knows for a fact that Minho is not here right now, but who else could it be? He and Jisung have never played with anyone else like this. 

Jisung smiles. He knew Hyunjin would be good, but he kind of hoped that he’d slip up. Jisung takes a few steps closer to the table he’d placed under the hook, giving the leash a little slack so that Hyunjin won’t move with him. He reaches out and rattles the chain hanging from the ceiling. His smile widens at Hyunjin’s reaction. It’s small. A little flinch before standing even straighter. He gives the leash a sharp tug, causing Hyunjin to stumble towards him. 

“Be a good boy and hold this while I check something.” He hands Hyunjin the leash and circles the table. The man on top of it squirms a bit under his stare. Jisung trails his fingers over a taut stomach before he steps around to take in his backside. Tiny and adorable. He gives it a decent slap, eyes on Hyunjin as he flinches at the sound again. One more slap and he gives it a squeeze before reaching to pull the plug out of him. Seungmin sighs again, more heavily this time. The plug had been vibrating for quite a while. 

The remote is just behind him on the table. Jisung could’ve turned it off before pulling it out, but he wants Hyunjin to hear it. He finishes his slow lap around the table, placing him in front of Hyunjin again. He doesn’t know what’s happening but he’s already hard and ready. Jisung wraps his hand around his chin and tips his head up so he can look him in the eye. He was sure Hyunjin would break and take a peek, but he’s pleasantly surprised. 

He rewards him with a kiss. He knows it’s hard for Hyunjin in this moment, feels the way he brings his hands up to his chest, aching to touch Jisung. When Jisung pulls back, he decides it’s time. He pulls Hyunjin by the leash again and sits him at the head of the table before detaching it from the collar and tossing it to the side. With his eyes downturned again, Hyunjin sees a pad of paper and a pencil in front of him. 

“You have three minutes.” Jisung fists his hand in Hyunjin’s hair this time, his grip just this side of painful, pulling his head up with a sharp jerk. “Draw him.”

Hyunjin takes in Seungmin before him, kneeling on the table, his arms suspended above his head, wrists locked together connected to a chain hanging down from Minho’s hook. Not a stitch of clothing on him. His cock is hard and Hyunjin can see the tip is glistening with precum. He gapes for just a second before picking up the pencil and beginning his sketch.

If given more time, Hyunjin would relish this opportunity. He’d take his time with the sketch, until he feels like he’s captured every detail perfectly. Then he would paint, because such beauty deserved to be captured as vividly as possible. But he only has three minutes. 

Jisung tries to focus on his watch instead of Hyunjin, but it’s hard. His lips pursed in concentration, his eyes focused, Hyunjin is exceptionally beautiful this way. Too soon the three minutes is over, and Jisung almost regrets setting such a short time limit. Almost. Hyunjin’s drawing is rough but lovely. Rather than telling him that his time is up, Jisung decides to yank on the collar again. Hyunjin nearly falls on the ground, but recovers quickly. Their eyes meet before nerves set in and Hyunjin looks down again. Jisung said he could look at him, but maybe he’s worried that he’ll somehow break a rule if he keeps his eyes up. Hyunjin is really a great sub. 

Jisung pulls him around to the other end of the table. “Up.”

Hyunjin crawls onto the table. He’s dying to look up and see the rest of Seungmin, but he doesn’t dare raise his eyes. He does not want to miss out on anything Jisung planned. 

Sensing his thoughts, Jisung offers a boon. “You can look at him now.”

Hyunjin’s gaze is hungry as he takes in those broad shoulders, that tiny waist. Stays love to talk about Jisung’s waist, but Seungmin’s is just as small. Just as biteable. Hyunjin’s eyes drift lower and he bites his lip. 

Before he can even form a coherent thought about Seungmin’s ass, Jisung’s hand is in his hair again. He shoves Hyunjin’s head down at the same time that he grabs Seungmin’s hip and pulls him back a bit, causing his back to arch. “Lick, Jinnie.”

Immediately, Hyunjin’s hands are on Seungmin’s cheeks, spreading him so that he can eat him out with abandon. 

When Jisung positioned Seungmin this way, he walked him through what he had planned. He also told him to react naturally, no sound restrictions like Hyunjin would have. The practiced tongue darting in and out, and exploring as much as it can reach, draws a groan from Seungmin’s lips. He’s been waiting for longer than he would’ve liked, and the anticipation had been killing him. He arches his back even more, pushing back onto Hyunjin’s tongue. 

Jisung is greatly enjoying the sight in front of him, but he’s getting a little impatient. He decides it won’t hurt to undress himself. He sets the key to Seungmin’s cuffs on the table before stripping. He palms himself, as he watches for just another few seconds before he grabs Hyunjin by the hair for a third time. He really loves the silky feel of it. He pulls Hyunjin back, tilting his head so that he looks up at him again. 

“Unlock Minnie’s hands and make sure his wrists are alright.”

“Yes sir.” Hyunjin grabs the key and scrambles around the table to get in front of Seungmin. He takes in the blush across his cheeks and preens just a little, knowing that he was the cause of it. Once he’s unlocked them, Hyunjin takes Seungmin’s wrists into his hands, rubbing at the slight red marks around them one at a time. They look just fine, but he knew they would. Jisung wouldn’t have left him like that if he thought there was a chance that he’d be too uncomfortable or end up losing circulation or something. “His wrists are good, sir.” 

Jisung smiles at the way Hyunjin unconsciously sinks back into his standard kneeling position and tears his eyes away from Seungmin to stare at his own hands. “Turn around, Jinnie. Ass up.”

A smile breaks across Hyunjin’s face as he follows the order. Seungmin looks to Jisung, his hands itching to reach forward and touch Hyunjin. 

“Minnie, remove his plug and make sure he’s stretched enough to take you.” 

Seungmin moves before he even finishes, just as eager as Hyunjin. As soon as the plug is out, one hand is on Hyunjin’s hip while he puts two fingers into his stretched hole. He pumps them a few times then adds a third. He presses against Hyunjin’s prostate and is just a little disappointed when a gasp is all he gets out of him. 

Jisung, on the other hand, is impressed. Hyunjin is really serious about the ‘no sounds’ order. While Seungmin plays with Hyunjin, Jisung grabs the lube and climbs up behind Seungmin, checking to ensure that he’s ready as well. 

“Okay, Minnie, you can stop.” Jisung can almost hear Hyunjin’s whimper. He squirts some lube into his hand and reaches around to stroke Seungmin’s length a couple times. The resulting moan brings a smile to his lips. He brings himself right up to Seungmin’s ear to whisper before addressing Hyunjin. “Fill him up for me. Jinnie, you can make whatever sounds you need to now, baby.”

Seungmin takes himself in hand and lines up with Hyunjin’s entrance. He does whimper this time, so ready for what’s to come. Seungmin enters him slowly, both hands gripping his hips now. Hyunjin’s breaths come harder; he still tries to hold back, but a drawn out moan escapes once Seungmin bottoms out. 

“Fuck.” Seungmin breathes before looking over his shoulder at Jisung. “Can I talk to him?”

Jisung considers for a moment. He pushes down between Seungmin’s shoulders, encouraging him to rest against Hyunjin’s back. “Go ahead.”

Seungmin trails kisses along Hyunjin’s shoulders before whispering. “What a good boy. Staying quiet even though I know you want to scream with my cock inside you. You’ve been so patient, so good, all night. I can’t –”

He cuts himself off with another groan as Jisung presses inside of him roughly. Jisung sinks in to the hilt, relishing the tight squeeze. Seungmin’s length twitches in response as he subsequently thrusts a bit more into Hyunjin, drawing a moan from the latter. 

Patient as he’s been, Hyunjin’s reaching his limit now, starting to push back to get some friction, backing Seungmin against Jisung in turn. Unable to access Hyunjin, Jisung lands a harsh slap to Seungmin’s right cheek. The resounding sound, doing nothing to deter him, if anything Hyunjin’s more turned on knowing that Seungmin is the one receiving his punishment. He rocks back again, and Jisung administers another slap to the other side this time. Seungmin lets out a small sigh but does nothing to correct Hyunjin’s behavior. 

Jisung is amused, curious to see how much Seungmin’s willing to take before he reacts, so he keeps quiet. Without any direct consequence aside from the pleasure he seeks, Hyunjin is emboldened. He continues to thrust himself back with increasing vigor, fucking himself on Seungmin’s cock. To his credit, Seungmin’s only apparent reactions are his ever tightening grip on Hyunjin’s hips and his panting breaths. His ass has taken on a pretty pink hue that Jisung can’t help but admire as he continues alternating his spanks every couple strokes. 

After a particularly hard slap, Seungmin can’t take it any more. “Fuck, Jinnie!” He sinks his teeth into Hyunjin’s shoulder then, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to hurt. 

Hyunjin yips and Jisung laughs before threading his fingers into Seungmin’s hair and yanking backwards. He’s got an edge to his voice, threatening and powerful. “Naughty puppy. You shouldn’t chew on things that aren’t yours.”

Seungmin gasps his apology when Jisung bites the juncture where his shoulder meets his neck. It’s not very hard, but the sting of disappointing Jisung and having to be reprimanded makes it feel much more harsh. 

“I was going to let you come first for being so accommodating to my bad lil Jinnie, but now I don’t know if you deserve to.”

“Please Hannie,” Seungmin is not above begging. “I won’t do it again. Thank you for letting me borrow your toy. Please, let me come.”

Jisung knows that Seungmin actually deserves a reward for withstanding so much stimulation, especially considering he’d been waiting for a reaction like that. But he relishes the power he has over the men beneath him. “What did you just call me?”

Seungmin whines, puppy eyes getting big. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to. Please, sir, I’ve tried so hard to be good. Please? You and Jinnie feel so good. I need it.”

While he talks, Hyunjin clenches around him periodically, causing him to stutter out his plea. Jisung shoves him forward to hide his smile. “You did put up with Jinnie’s misbehavior, so you can come when you’re ready.” He lowers his voice an octave. “Hyunjin shouldn’t come until I do.”

Hyunjin knows better than to argue, so he simply pouts and lets out a little whine. Jisung moves his hands to Seungmin’s hips and guides him forward. That’s all the encouragement Seungmin needs; he begins pumping into Hyunjin, forcing out soft ‘ahs’ with every stroke. Jisung is content to follow along with him at first, but his need for control soon takes over; he slips an arm between Seungmin and Hyunjin and presses his chest against Seungmin’s back. 

“Flatten out, Hyun.” 

It’s a bit awkward considering their position on the table, Hyunjin’s chest spilling over the edge of it. He keeps one hand on the ledge and reaches the other to the floor in front of him. Jisung knows this won’t last too much longer and the precariousness of his situation will help Hyunjin to focus on staving off his climax. He snaps his hips at a punishing pace, angling so that he hits Seungmin’s prostate with each thrust. 

Seungmin lets loose then, just taking it. His moans are loud and musical. The sound of them spurring Jisung on. Together they climb higher and higher. Hyunjin is barely hanging on by a thread between the friction of his cock now pressed to the table and the rebounding grind of Seungmin behind him. He tries to lift his hips to relieve a little of that pressure, but the new angle has Seungmin grazing his own sweet spot. 

With an emphatic groan, Seungmin finds his release, and Hyunijn sighs at the warm sensation spreading through him. Jisung renews his effort, increasing his pace yet again. He wants Seungmin to ride that wave as long as he can. Jisung soon falls over the edge himself, his movements becoming erratic. After a few moments, they both slump forward on top of Hyunjin, who nearly sobs. 

Not one to leave his job unfinished, Jisung pulls out and sits back on his heels. He guides Seungmin to do the same, and they both take a moment to watch Seungmin’s cum drip from Hyunjin’s stretched rim. 

Jisung tuts. “Can’t have that, can we. Jinnie, back on your knees, but you can keep your head down. Seungmin, clean up your mess.”

Seungmin pulls Hyunjin up by his hips, helping him to settle into position before dragging his tongue up and into Hyunjin’s hole before sucking on his rim, causing Hyunjin to shudder. In the meantime, Jisung uses two fingers to scoop his own dripping cum and press it back into Seungmin. This sets off a short chain reaction - Seungmin groans at the overstimulation, the sensation pulling another moan from Hyunjin. 

Jisung lets out his own sigh of contentment, watching as Seungmin switches from his tongue to his fingers and litters kisses along Hyunjin’s thighs, ass, lower back, anywhere he can reach. He can hear the soft murmurs of “you’re so pretty like this,” “that’s it, baby,” “let me hear how much you like it.” He can tell from the way Hyunjin squirms when Seungmin starts to massage his prostate. Hyunjin’s moans shift into one prolonged groan. Jisung climbs off the table, making his way around it. 

With the barest push on his elbow, Seungmin follows Jisung’s unvoiced order to take Hyunjin’s length in hand. He thumbs the precum on his tip, using it to ease the glide of his strokes before pulling his hand away, to Hyunjin’s dismay. Hyunjin whines and chokes back a sob when Seugnmin withdraws his other hand as well. 

Almost immediately, though, Seungmin’s hands trade places. Suddenly the hand coated in lube and his own cum is wrapped around Hyunjin jerking in time with the thrust of his fingers. Jisung admires the pure pleasure on Hyunjin’s face from his new vantage point at the head of the table. He sinks down to one knee, grabbing Hyunjin’s chin and tilting his head up for a sloppy kiss. Hyunjin’s eyes fly open at the contact, but fall shut again as he basically just pants into Jisung’s mouth. 

Jisung smirks as he brings his mouth up close to Hyunjin’s ear. “Alright, baby, let me hear how pretty you are when you come.”

Though he hadn’t been told he needed to wait for permission, he clearly had been. Nearly as soon as the words leave Jisung’s mouth, Hyunjin comes with a cry and a slew of garbled curses as well as his partners’ names. Jisung catches him as he slumps forward, and together he and Seungmin position Hyunjin so he can lay fully on the table, basking in his afterglow. 

꧁

After giving him a couple minutes to catch his breath, Jisung helps Hyunjin into a sitting position. He carefully removes the collar from around his neck, rubbing gently at the revealed skin. “Time to get cleaned up, baby.” 

They all get to their feet, and Jisung takes Hyunjin’s hand, hesitating before taking Seungmin’s as well. Seungmin doesn’t react beyond a raised eyebrow and a slight quirk of the right side of his lips. He’d told Jisung that he should just focus on Hyunjin’s aftercare, but that doesn’t mean he was going to listen to him. Besides, the hand holding is symbolic more than anything; he needs to let go to get through the door. He didn’t count on Seungmin then taking Hyunjin’s other hand. It’s cute. 

When they reach the bathroom, Jisung places his hands on Hyunjin’s hips, slowly guiding him into Seungmin. “Hold him for me?”

“Yes, sir,” Seungmin snarks, but he wraps his arms around Hyunjin, hooking his chin over his shoulder. 

Jisung smirks and pats his head. “Good puppy.”

Hyunjin giggles, hands framing Jisung’s face as he brings him in for a kiss. Then Jisung sets about getting things ready for their shower. Towels and clothes acquired, water bottles and snacks ready on his nightstand, and water warm, the three of them slip into the shower. The way they wash up mirrors how they were in the other room; Seungmin is gently sudsing Hyunjin up while Jisung does the same to him. 

They discuss the scene between lingering kisses, touching on their favorite aspects. They agree to play together more often, maybe even play around with the dynamics to see what would work best for them. Seungmin apologizes for the dark fingermarks on Hyunjin’s hips, making sure to press a kiss to each one. He doesn’t miss the heat in Hyunjin’s gaze when he takes the bruises in, though. 

As Jisung dries Hyunjin with the fluffiest towel he owns, the latter wonders aloud, “What are you going to do with my drawing?”

Seungmin’s head whips around to hear the answer as well. Jisung laughs. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I kinda just wanna keep it in my drawer.”

“In that case,” Hyunjin suddenly turning shy despite all they’ve done. “Minnie, would you sit for me again?”

Seungmin doesn’t quite succeed at hiding his smile. Even if he had, the blush painted across his cheeks and pinking up his ears would’ve given him away. “Sure, Jinnie. Whatever you want.”Once they’re all dressed in their comfies, they pile into Jisung’s bed with him in the middle. Hyunjin passes the snacks to the other two while Seungmin presses play on Howl’s Moving Castle. The conversation continues in fits and starts, interspersed with more sweet kisses and shushes to focus on good parts of the movie. By the time the movie ends, they’re just a sleeping pile of intertwined limbs and peaceful smiles.

[chrisbangsbf]

Changbin/Seungmin

Explicit | 650 words

Tags and Warnings: light Dom/sub, semi exhibitionism (sex on call/while gaming), cockwarming

AO3 link

Seungmin punishes Binnie by cockwarming him.

"Hyung," Seungmin's tone is a warning when he speaks, "seriously, stop moving." 

There's a hint of annoyance there behind his voice that doesn't fail to make Changbin's face burn in both embarrassment and arousal. He's trying to not squirm, he really is, but Seungmin's been on his lap for the better part of an hour now, and every time he shifts or gets excited about the game he's playing and ends up clenching around him, Changbin can't help but throb. It just feels so good.

Even though he knows this isn't meant to get him off, that it's supposed to be punishment, his body still craves the sweet friction that it knows is just out of reach. Still makes him twitch pathetically, wanting so badly to give himself over to instinct and buck into the tight heat surrounding him and chase his high – he wants Seungmin to have pity and make him cum. Could almost beg for it. But he knows that wouldn't do him any good. 

"M'sorry," he mumbles instead, burying his face into the crook of the younger's neck and shoulder. He tightens his arms around Seungmin's waist for a brief moment before obediently letting them rest clasped in his lap once again. 

Seungmin only hums in response, shifting slightly before unmuting his mic and going back to whatever he was talking about with his fellow gamers. Changbin wishes he could pay attention to the computer screen, or at least to whatever they were saying, because maybe it would help distract him to some degree, but all he can focus on is the way Seungmin's warm skin feels against his cheek and how he smells when he's up this close – a little sweaty and musky, but comforting and tantalizing at the same time.

After quite some time, he isn't sure exactly how long, Seungmin surprises him with a slow, delicious circle of his hips, creating the sweetest friction on his overly sensitive, desperate cock. It startles a sharp yelp out of him, fingers immediately digging into Seungmin's hips to help ground himself. How cruel... right when he was finally starting to zone out a little. 

"Sorry, Changbin hyung is here," Seungmin chuckles to someone he's on call with, voice calm and neutral like he isn't stretched around him or being an absolute fucking menace. Changbin swallows hard and tries not to whimper or do anything he will regret, like disobey. "No, he's fine. He's just being needy." 

Changbin takes a deep, shaky breath at hearing himself be talked about as if they aren't sharing such an intimate moment, and he finds himself squeezing Seungmin harder, smoothing his palms over the soft skin with the exhale. He grits his teeth.

"He'll wait for me all night if I ask him," Seungmin says, and Changbin swallows down a moan. Because he's right.

He could lift him up, hold him in the air and fuck into him with reckless abandon, let all his friends know what he's been up to this whole time... he could yank his headphones off, throw him over his shoulder and toss him to the bed to take whatever he wanted, that's totally within his abilities... but he stays obediently pinned beneath Seungmin's hips. Because that's what he's been told to do. It's also what he deserves. 

After seeing that Changbin stays still after his teasing, Seungmin reaches back and scratches affectionately behind his ear, as if to tell him you're being such a good boy, but he keeps chatting with his friends and doesn't make any move to turn and look at him. Changbin finds himself smiling anyway, eyelids fluttering closed and leaning into the touch, tender and appreciative. Such a simple gesture, yet it does wonders for renewing his resolve. 

He can take this. He can be good for Seungmin. He will be good for Seungmin. He'll prove himself, even if it takes all night.

[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 29- sensory deprivation w/ 2min

⤷ warnings: Dom! 2min, fem! Reader, blindfolds/ handcuffs, punishments, oral(m), unprotected sex, min is refered as master, seungmin as sir, I might've missed some 💙

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You guys were at an event, some celebration for Stray kids. Of course you wanted to be there and celebrate with them, but you just could focus when they look so good.

There was gonna be cameras, obviously. So they had to look their best which they always do. You just don't know why tonight is different. You felt like you wanted to pounce on them both.

You were expected to be good, you knew how rough their punishments could get but you didn't realize until your fifth mistake.

1.

You guys were in the house, waiting for them to finish getting ready. You were getting impatient, you were a girl and was ready before them. Crazy.

They were in the bathroom while you were in the bedroom, trying to find a pair of shoes to wear.

You had two choices; a black heel with some white or red heels with straps.

You knocked on the bathroom before going in to ask them for their opinion.

You heard a hum prompting you to open the door.

Maybe you are overreacting, but your jaw dropped with what you saw. Seungmin was already ready, fixing his tie while Minho looks like he just got out the shower, only thing that's on was his blacks slacks. You didn't know where to look, one you could look at his face but your eyes were attracted to his stomach, abs on display with that infamous stomach scar.

"Are you going to say anything?" He looks up at you through the mirror.

"Yea, uhm can you pick a shoe? I didn't know which one" you stretch out your hand showing him the two options.

Seungmin gets up to go into the bedroom muttering "black" before exiting.

"I say black as well" he smiles, turning back to the mirror but you didn't leave. You place the shoes down, wrapping your hands around his bare torso.

"Can I have a kiss?" You knew he wasnt going to give you the time of day, at least not right now.

"You want more than a kiss." blunt. The way he says things makes it seem he had no thought behind it.

You started peppering light kisses on his back but that was short lived when he turned around.

"You want more, I'm not going to give you more. Later okay?" He presses a kiss to your nose, patting you to leave.

2.

When you left you saw seungmin sitting on the bed, with his phone in his hand. You walk over to him, sitting on his lap resting your head on his chest.

"Hi baby" he didn't see what happened in the bathroom, if one rejected maybe the other wouldn't?

You couldn't be more wrong.

"Kiss?" You move your head so your chin is in his chest.

"You have lipstick on." He pouts kissing your forehead.

"But-"

"I heard you and Minho, baby you should just wait until later. Be a good girl for us." He does the same thing Minho did, patting you on your thigh. Making you huff and getting off his lap.

You just wanted a kiss, okay maybe not just a kiss but how would they know that?

Were you like a book to read? Short answer yes, but what's the harm in wanting your two beautiful boyfriends to fuck you into the bed.

3.

You tried to keep your composure in the car, Minho driving while you sat in the back. Seungmin in the front.

You pull out your phone, texting seungmin.

You: baby I need you :(

Seungmin: in the car? Really.

You: it's not funny, I've waited long enough.

Seungmin: so wait longer.

You: I've asked so nicely. Why can't you just give it to me.

Seungmin: asked nicely for what?

You look up, into the mirror but he has no reaction.

You: you really want me to say it again?

Seungmin: 👍

You: you, Kim seungmin, I want your cock.

Seungmin: hm, no.

Seungmin: no more complaining now. We told you, when we get home. Don't be so spoilt baby.

Seungmin: plus, how would Minho feel if I showed him these texts? Of you being a little whore. I think you should apologize.

You would be lying if you say those texts didn't get you wet, you shifted around in your seat trying not to be so obvious.

You: sorry sir, it won't happen again.

There it is, it does happen again.

4.

You were close friends with the rest of stray kids, specifically chan. With him being almost like a mentor to you for a while.

When seungmin and Minho disappeared, you saw chan seeing this as a moment to strike up a conversation.

"Yea and-" you heard your phone buzz the caller id showing min.

"Give me one second, sorry chan.-" you pick up the phone pressing it against your ears.

"Min?"

"What're you doing?"

"Talking to chan? How are you even seeing this?" You looked around, trying to spot Minho or seungmin.

"Don't worry about that baby, just come to the bathroom okay?" Then you heard the call end.

"Sorry chan, min needs me for something. I'll see you later."

You look for the bathroom, going down some hallway where nobody was.

You thought you heard someone behind you, deciding to speed up your walk.

"Where are you going baby?" You heard a familiar voice, minhos.

"You- you told me to go-" he walks up to you, shushing you before pressing his lips against yours.

His kisses were never soft, but you didn't mind. His forehead is connected with yours when he pulls away slightly, lips ghosting each other's.

"Baby, you aren't slick. I saw what you texted seungmin. You couldn't wait huh?"

He smiles.

"He said-" you tried to refute back. He did say he would tell Minho if you apologized so why did he?

"You really thought he wasn't gonna tell me? Silly baby." He slaps your thighs causing you to jolt.

"I just wanted you guys!" You knew they were getting sick of this slight brattiness in your behavior, when they told you later you would always wait so why didn't you now?

You walk away, kinda mad but he pulls you back.

"One more and your getting punished tonight understand?"

"Yes." You look down.

"Yes what?" He quips.

"Yes master, sorry"

5.

This was it! You would finally get them alone. Or not really. The event was clearing out, the only people there was the rest of straykids.

You were sitting in between them, you were basically waiting for this opportunity.

You at a table, the cloth covering your legs.

Opposite of you was only hyunjin Felix and jeongin.

They were talking about god knows what, you weren't paying attention. You wanted to leave. Having been here to long made you tired but you also wanted your boyfriend's.

You moved your hand from your thigh to seungmins, rubbing it up and down. He gives you a look before talking back to the rest.

You give him a light squeeze over his bulge. Prompting him to give you a kick.

He leans over to your ear to whisper something.

"If you can't behave we will tie you up to the bed and leave you there. You've been acting like a slut. Cut it out." You would say what he said didn't phase you. You move your hands back but move your other hand towards minhos thighs.

You always loved his thighs, they were muscular and sometimes you wished he would choke you out with them. But anyway.

He doesn't react the same way as seungmin. Instead he picks up his phone, texting seungmin something before announcing you guys had to leave.

You all bid your goodbyes.

You were in deep shit.

The car ride felt longer than it did going to than from, youd be lying if you said your you're not excited for what happens when you guys get home.

You didn't even realize when you reached home until you heard seungmin.

"Go upstairs baby, and strip. Don't make it harder for yourself." For once tonight you did what you were thinking for once and went upstairs.

The house was dark, but you didn't turn on the lights what use was that to you anyway.

You didn't know what they were gonna do to you and it made you even wetter.

you heard the front door open, rushing to take your clothes off.

You hear their steps before it going silent, you were getting antsy, but you heard the door open.

"Hm, I said strip maybe I should've made myself clearer, I meant naked but this works." You see minho go into the closet, pulling out objects you can't see.

Seungmin sits behind you patting his lap.

You climb into his lap, awaiting for what's to come.

"How many should we give her min? I say 15." They were talking to you like you weren't there.

"I say 10, go easy on her for now" he smiles before going back to whatever he was doing.

"Use your safe word if you need it okay?" seungmin leans in to whisper. You mumble a yes but it was cut off with the palm of his hand hitting your ass.

You jolt into his chest, impossibly close.

"Count." He orders.

"One" your hands find anything you can grip onto.

By the fifth one, you were already tired. The stinging on his palm was so hard you were sure your ass was red by now.

"How many was that baby?" He soothe your ass, rubbing it softly.

"Five?" You weren't sure, too focused on the way your pussy was grinding on his lap.

"Six princess. You don't want to restart right?" You heard the sarcasm in his voice, like he knew you weren't going to remember.

"No! Sorry s-sir."

By the last one you were in tears but you didn't use your safe word. You don't think you need it tonight.

"Baby you were bad tonight, what do you have to say for yourself?" Minho walks over and you could finally see what was in his hands.

A bildfold and some handcuffs.

"Sorry, Im really sorry"

"Too bad, you know the drill baby. Hands." He held his hands open walking behind you to attached the handcuffs to your wrists.

"You're lucky we are giving this to you. You don't deserve no cock." Seungmin positions you face down ass up.

You hear their belts click when seungmin came in front of you, putting the blindfold over your eyes.

He taps his tip on your lips, you can feel his precum smear all over.

You open your mouth, tongue lolling out as you do so.

Simultaneously, minho places his tip against your hole thrusting inside.

You tried to moan, it being held back with seungmins thick cock in your mouth.

With every thrust minho gave, you deepthroated seungmin. It was heaven, besides the fact you could see or touch anything.

"Such a slut. Cant keep her hands off of us for a second." Minho mutters, hands gripping your waist tightly.

"She's gonna cum, listen to her moans" seungmin pulls you up by the neck making your moans more heard.

You started coughing slightly, your airways not being restricted anymore.

"Can I cum? Please m-master" you were pushing your hips back, meeting his thrusts.

"If you make me cum princess." Minho grabs your neck, before pushing your head back down onto seungmins cock.

If you had any makeup on, it was gone. You knew your lipstick was smudged, all around his cock but you liked it and so did he.

"So warm baby, gonna cum" he fucks your throat harder, tears pooling out of your eyes. "F-fucking take it" he groans, releasing into your mouth.

He pulls out, soft cock dragging against your tongue before he sticks two fingers back into your mouth.

"Swallow it, maybe it'll shut you up" you moaned around his fingers, not only because of his degradation but of the harsh thrusts of minho behind you.

You were burning up, your stomach having that feeling that you're gonna cum. You were thinking about misbehaving one more time but you were stopped when he presses his hips flush against your ass.

"There you go, good girl. You can cum now baby" he brings his hands to your clit, rubbing figure 8s slowly.

"M-min!" You shut your eyes, heading face first into the bed while cumming.

"Shower princess?"