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→ PAIRING: Seokmin x Afab!Reader. → GENRE: College!Au, kinda comedy, small bit of angst if you look hard enough, teeny tiny fluff, smut MDNI. → SYNOPSIS: After having a crush on Lee Seokmin for three years, he somehow ends up wanting to be your roommate. Instead of rejecting him, you decide to give him the vacant room - right after confessing your feelings for him.

→ WARNINGS: roommate!seok, wet dreams, coming untouched (f), degradation, usage of the words slut, baby, angel, masturbation (m), making out, like really so much kissing, fingering, finger-sucking, she loves his fingers lol, unprotected sex (don't.. just don't), creampie.

→  WORDCOUNT: 11.5k

A/N: hi guys!! here it is (for some of you even on the date it was scheduled to be posted!), my first ever stand-alone svt fic! no part 2, no whole ass series, just this cute 11.5k baby I wrote after being deep inside my seokmin shaped hole (i am always in a seokmin shaped hole actually). i want to thank my bestie @honeykyeom for making the amazing header as well for being my inspiration for writing this <3 ily!! now, i hope you enjoy and as always please reblog & comment, these things are what makes writing worth while <3

You had a crush. A big fat stupid crush. And it was starting to get extremely annoying. You really tried to stop liking him because a.) he didn’t even know you existed and b.) even if he did he would never ever like you back because what are the odds for that to actually happen?

“People get together all the time, Y/N, stop being dumb,” Seungkwan, your best friend, would say on the regular since the topic came up basically every other day. Yet, you still didn’t believe the Lee Seokmin would ever give you so much as a second glance. He was too perfect. Perfect grades, perfect friend group, perfect face, perfect everything. You had first laid eyes on him on your first day of classes - he had started the same year as you, smile on his face, shiny new MacBook propped in front of him. He wore an adorable baby blue sweater and black rimmed glasses, his hair falling into his forehead and, god, you were gone the second you heard his honey dripping voice. 

That had been three years ago and now, both of you in your senior years, you still hadn’t talked to him even once. Or well, no, you had, when he had asked you for a phone charger which you had given him in exactly three seconds. You were still proud of that. 

*

“Hey, I heard you’re looking for a roommate?” 

“Are you- are you talking to me?” Your index finger was pointing at yourself while you blinked a few times at the person in front of you. 

“Uh, I mean, you are Y/N, right?” Kim Mingyu seemed just as confused as you. Probably because you were in fact Y/N and you were, in fact, looking for a roommate, but how on earth did he know that?

“No, I mean, yes, yes I am, but, uh, how do you- how do you know I’m looking for a roommate?”

“Oh, Seungkwan told me!” 

“You know Seungkwan?!”

Mingyu seems a little startled by your sudden outburst. You cleared your throat before chuckling nervously.

“S-sorry, I just didn’t know Seungkwan and you knew each other.”

“We go to the same gym, actually, and I told him my friend is desperately looking for a place and he told me you are in search of a roommate so…,” his smile was bright and pretty and you felt like you were about to wake up from a dream because why the hell was Seokmin’s bestie talking to you as if he had done it thousand of times before?

“I see, uh, I mean, I am definitely desperate for a roommate, rent you know, like, uh, I need to pay it soon and… well, I am short half of it and that’s what I would… need the roommate for,” you scratched your ear. Smooth.

“No, I understand! And my friend is just as desperate. See, he just broke up with his long-term girlfriend, she cheated on him, and now he just really needs to move out.”

“Oh, damn, sorry about that. You can tell him he can come by, eh, does tomorrow work? Like afternoon-ish? I have classes until four.”

“Awesome! I’ll let him know, thank you Y/N!”

Mingyu beamed at you, his hand up in the air as he waved, walking away and out of the building. Letting out a sigh you hadn’t even known you were holding, you grabbed your phone from your bag and unlocked it, quickly moving your fingers over the display to call Seungkwan. Walking out the opposite direction Mingyu had, you waited for your best friend to pick up, pushing open the door into the hot air of the early evening. 

“What’s up?” Seungkwan finally picked up and you rolled your eyes at the greeting.

“Hello to you too, Kwannie,” you said in a sweet voice, hearing Seungkwan scoff as a response.

“I’m in the middle of something, Y/N. So, what’s up?” 

“Kim Mingyu just asked me if a friend of his can move in with me,” you raised your brows as you walked over the campus to the parking lot, the keys to your car already dangling from your fingers, “care to tell me why you didn’t mention that?”

“Ah, that, well, I actually met Mingyu at the gym earlier today, like super early morning, and heard him talk to his friend on the phone and well, since I do have a few classes with him, I thought I should offer.”

“You should offer? Pretty sure it’s still my apartment you were selling off to a stranger.”

“Now, now. Mingyu isn’t a stranger now, is he? How many times have you stalked his insta now to look at that one specific gym picture of Seokm-,”

“Whatever, just- just please, for the future, let me know when you tell someone about my living situation, alright?”

“Sure thing, bestie. Now, can I get back to what I was doing?”

“Of course. Tell Hansol I said hi.” Before he could either protest or deny, you hung up and shoved your phone into your pocket. 

*

You dreamt of him again. It was a rare occasion, but it happened. Most of the time the dreams were innocent enough, just him touching your face, him laughing at your jokes, him simply acknowledging your existence. 

But this one was different. 

Seokmin was right above you, his body hot and sweaty. His eyes said so much more than words ever could and yet you longed to hear his voice. Longed to hear him say your name. He was buried deep inside you, his hips still, eyes never leaving yours. He throbbed, his whole body seemingly vibrated at how much he wanted you, your legs wrapped around his waist, wanting nothing more than for him to take you, mark you, fill you. 

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his hand caressing your face and you moved your head, your mouth sucking in his thumb, feeling him twitch inside of you.

“You can’t really talk with that in your mouth, can you, Y/N?” Fuck, his voice was so low so deep and when he finally moved down to kiss your neck, stuffing his thumb even further down your mouth, his hips now beginning to thrust, all of you began to shake. 

Then, suddenly, you were in your living room, right there on that windowsill that connected the kitchen and the living room, his hips drilling into you. He was wearing a dress shirt and a black tie, but both of it was loosened around his neck, your hands on his broad shoulders as he seemed to have made it his goal to fuck you senseless. You were a moaning mess, his lips sucking harshly on your skin, you yourself being completely naked. His mouth was everywhere: your neck, your stiff nipple, your lips. He took all of you in and you breathed in every bit he gave you. 

“You’re so fucking good for me, baby, so good, such a good little slut, letting me fuck her like this.”

“Mhm, y-yes, I l-love the way you f-fuck me, Seok!” His grip on you got stronger, hands digging harshly into your hips as he threw his head back now, your eyes taking in all of his beauty. The droplets of sweat, the bopping Adam’s apple as he swallowed, the way his vein popped out right there on his neck…

“Gonna make me cum, baby,” he moaned and you nodded strongly, feeling your own climax so close.

“Please, want your cum so bad!” you whined and as if those had been the magic words, Seokmin emptied inside of you, the feeling of his cum hitting you so deep-

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

You screamed, while your back hit the floor. You had fallen out of bed, your alarm blasting on the other side of your bed. 

“Fuck,” you groaned, sitting up slowly, your hand rubbing the back of your head. Funnily enough, that wasn’t the only part of you that throbbed. Just for a completely different reason. 

-

“You came in your sleep?” Seungkwan was impressed with you. You just wanted to punch him because why did he have to say that this loud right in the line for lunch?

“Shut up!” you said through gritted teeth and Seungkwan snorted, before grabbing the big spoon for the Kimchi.

“Don’t worry, no one is listening.” Instead of arguing with him you rolled your eyes and grabbed some Japchae before heading to the drinks. 

“But to answer your question: yes, I did. And no, that has never happened before. Like, I never ever had a dream like that, Seungkwan, never!”

“Aw, I can’t believe my best friend lost her wet dream virginity at the ripe age of 24!” He grinned as the two of you sat down at an empty table. You ignored him.

“It was so real. I honestly feel sick to my stomach. How could it have been so real?” 

It was truly astonishing to you. Hours had passed and the dream was still there, playing in your head over and over again, making you squeeze your thighs together more than not in the worst moments. Statistic class wasn’t supposed to make you horny and yet, you couldn’t say it hadn’t.

“I’m jealous. I never had an actual wet dream make me cum before, like yeah, I woke up with cum in my underwear before, but then again that’s kind of normal I guess?”

“Dude! You don’t need wet dreams to make you orgasm, you have a literal boyfriend!”

“He is not my boyfriend!” Seungkwan protested and you grabbed your juice box to take a dramatic sip from it. 

“Well, sounds like a you problem. Doesn’t change the fact you’re getting laid, though.” Seungkwan scoffed, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair. He apparently didn’t have a comeback. Served him right.

“It’s not like you are trying to change that,” nevermind. You sigh, putting the drink down again.

“What am I supposed to do? Just hook up with a random guy and act like I’m not madly in love with someone who doesn’t know I exist?”

“He knows you exist, you god damn drama queen. You had every class together first semester!”

You ignored him. Instead, you decided that your Japchae is the most interesting thing you had ever seen. Seungkwan shook his head and clicked his tongue.

“You’re an idiot, Y/N. Like the biggest idiot I have ever met.”

“Takes one to know one,” you muttered as a response, feeling a piece of kimchi hitting your cheek the next second. 

*

You were home at four forty-five and hoped there would still be time to clean up the place at least a little bit before the potential-new-roommate-slash-friend-of-Kim-Mingyu showed up. In record time you found yourself standing in a semi-clean living room (meaning: maybe the floor showed some signs of needing to be vacuumed, but at least everything looked tidy) with all the windows open in hope for some cool air because you sure as hell weren’t going to turn on the AC without another person to cover the costs. 

Just as you finished changing into some clothes not sweated through, the doorbell rang. Quickly, you made your way to the door, buzzing them up, only to hear a knock on the door next. Oh, so he had been let in already. Putting on your most charming smile, you pulled the door open, only for the smile to fade the second you saw who stood there right in front of your door. 

“Y/N?” 

Lee Seokmin had just said your name. And he was standing in front of your apartment.

“Seokmin, what- what are you doing here?” You asked, oblivious to the situation. 

“I- uh, I- Mingyu said he told you I was coming?”

“Mingyu? No he said that-,” you lost your ability to speak just then. The friend Mingyu had been talking about-

“Wait, you- you’re the potential new roommate?!” Your voice was barely anything but a squeak. Seokmin looked a little lost, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of his oversized yellow jumper.

“Yeah, did he not mention that?” 

Nope, seems like he forgot that part. You swallowed, pressing your lips together for a second while your brain tried to fully grasp the situation. This was Seokmin. Aka the guy you have been in love with for three years. And he wanted to move in with you. 

“Uh, no. Sorry, please come in!” You took a step back and Seokmin smiled at you (HE smiled at YOU!!!), walking into your apartment and looking around as you closed the door, hoping your racing heart would calm down. You wouldn’t exactly bet on it though. 

Seokmin took his shoes off and you watched him, already beginning to chew on your lip like you always did when you were nervous. He turned around and you quickly smiled, walking into the living space.

“So, this is the living room, it uh-,” you stopped speaking, your eyes now on the window connecting the kitchen and living room, on the windowsill you had just dreamt about last night. Your face suddenly got very hot. 

“It connects to the kitchen through that window, which I thought was really cool, big selling point,” you watched as Seokmin walked over to the kitchen, his eyes roaming through the room and when he stopped in front of the window, hand touching the sill you nearly felt yourself loose footing. Why the fuck did he have to do this? For a second you were convinced this was just another dream. 

“It definitely is unique,” he said, nodding and walking into the small but modern kitchen.

“Uhm, there is a dishwasher in the kitchen and a microwave. We don’t have an oven, but I am pretty sure I have like a small one in the attic. I am more of a take-out or quick meal kind of gal, so I don’t really use it much. But if you were interested in baking something, I could definitely get it down,” Jesus, why on earth were you talking so much? But Seokmin seemed to appreciate it, nodding understandingly as he looked around with a small pout on his lips. Maybe this wasn’t the right moment (or maybe it was the perfect moment) to stare at him, but you did. You watched his every move, how he checked out the cupboards, how he asked before he opened the fridge, how he pulled a hand through his hair as he asked a question. 

Oh! 

“Sorry?” You crossed your arms, the hotness of your cheeks only increasing. Seokmin chuckled.

“I asked if you had a certain system in your fridge with your old roommate.”

“Oh, well, not really. We kind of always planned what we were going to eat, she was a big cook actually. Enjoyed it a lot. I store my Ramen right here, wait,” you walked into the kitchen fully now too, to the cupboard next to where Seokmin was standing and got on your tiptoes to reach for the door, opening it in a swing.

“There,” you explained, looking over at Seokmin - only to see him look at you instead of the food. You blinked a few times. He blushed.

“Ah, yes, I see. Cool. So, uh, no system. That’s fine with me! I wouldn’t say I’m a cook per sé, but I can hook up some simple dishes,” he turned away, your whole body suddenly feeling a lot hotter than a second before. Nodding, you closed the cupboard again and walked back outside. Seokmin followed you.

You showed him the rest of the apartment (except for your room) and finally the two of you ended up in the living room again where you sat down on the couch. 

“I, uh, I would love to take the room, Y/N. But it’s obviously up to you.” His smile was so… you gulped down whatever response you had in your mind. Now wasn’t the time to eat right out of his hands, no, you had to think about this. On the one hand, you really needed a roommate. There was no chance you could hold this apartment by yourself and you really didn’t want to move. But on the other hand, this was Seokmin. You couldn’t just let him move in with you when you liked him this much, could you? At least not without him knowing. An idea popped into your head. It was risky and stupid and you would probably regret this. But then again - if he wanted to move in, and apparently he was just as desperate as you to get this room, it would only be fair to let him know what the situation was. 

“Look, Seokmin,” you started, your hands in your lap, your heart racing again (or still). You looked up at him, your cheeks still bright red. Seokmin watched you, unsure what to make of your current behavior. He decided to just let you talk.

“I really need a roommate. And you really need a place to live. Mingyu, uh, he told me about the break-up and I’m really sorry about that,” - you were also happy you hadn’t tried to make a move considering he had a girlfriend -, “but I would feel horrible to let you take this room without knowing the full truth.” 

Now, Seokmin got a little spooked. The full truth? Were you going to confess that you were a drug dealer? Part of some gang? But then you probably wouldn’t need a roommate considering you’d make good money. 

“I, uh, okay,” Seokmin swallowed hard. You took a deep breath.

“I like you. As in, I like you. I have for years now. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend, and to be honest, even if I had, I probably wouldn’t have succeeded in getting over this crush. I’m not telling you because I am expecting anything from you, I promise, hell, I never planned on telling you ever. But you want the room and I would be happy to give it to you, I would just feel weird having you live here with this big secret to keep.”

There were approximately three minutes of silence in which you were sure Seokmin would get up and leave. He stared at you, his mouth slightly dropped and you could have kicked yourself for finding him endearing. Starting to shift on your seat once the third minute started, Seokmin realized he had been staring instead of answering. But then again, he really had not expected this sudden confession. 

“I, uh, I am flattered, Y/N, really, I just, I- I just got out of a relationship and-,”

“I know that! As I said, I didn’t tell you because I want anything from you. I have been happy liking you from afar, Seokmin. And who knows, maybe having you close by all the time will actually make me stop liking you. I mean, what if you’re like a total slob or listen to super weird historical podcasts?” 

“What do you have against historical podcasts?” Seokmin asked, eyebrows raised in surprise. You chuckled.

“Nothing in particular. But my last roommate listened to them on like full blast. Just got annoying at some point.” 

He nodded now, understanding. Yeah, he could see why that would be annoying at some point. Still, that wasn’t the real issue here. Or, well, was it really an issue? He cleared his throat. 

“I- I don’t take you as someone who would let her feelings get the best of her. And, to be honest, I’m not really the type of guy you should have a crush on, Y/N. But, uh, I’m still very flattered. And I don’t think this would stop me from moving in, as you said, we are both desperate.”

You were surprised and it showed. Seokmin chuckled.

“Or do you not want me here?”

“No! I do, I really need you to move in,” you said, tugging a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Seokmin nodded again. 

“Then it’s settled. I’ll get my stuff asap and then we’ll be roomies.”

“Can’t wait!”

*

Seungkwan thought you were insane. He hadn’t known it was Seokmin when Mingyu had approached him and now he regretted ever offering it. 

“What do you mean you told him?!” He was sitting at your small dinner table in the living room. You shrugged. 

“What was I supposed to do? Just let him move in and carry this huge ass secret with me all the time? I don’t think so.”

“You could have just told him no, Y/N.”

“Right, and then what? I see him in class every other day? How awkward would that be?”

“You mean as awkward as living with a guy who knows you have a crush on him?!” When you shrugged again, Seungkwan groaned, pulling his hands over his face.

“You’re seriously insane, I can’t believe you did this!”

And about a week after Seokmin had officially moved in, you couldn’t believe it either. 

Living with Seokmin proved to do the exact opposite of what you had mentioned in your chat with him. He wasn’t a slob. And he also didn’t listen to any podcast on full volume. He cleaned, cooked, gave you space. Every morning he got up earlier than you and prepared coffee, before going out for a jog - only to come back while you were having breakfast, looking all sweaty and sexy. The first time this had happened you had choked on your toast, drinking what felt like one whole liter of orange juice before finally being able to stop coughing. Seokmin had hit your back a few times, apologizing for startling you. And yet, he didn’t stop doing it, which made you used to it after a while (it didn’t).  

Instead of falling out of love with him, you found yourself drawn to him even more, craving his presence. When he was gone, you missed him, and when he was home you wanted to hear everything about his day, wanted to eat dinner with him, watch a new episode of that show you had started together. 

*

Seokmin was outside in the living room, his laptop placed on his lap, an essay he needed to proof read opened as he sipped on a can of beer. He was on his favorite spot on the floor, right in front of the couch, leaning his back against it. Actually, he had wanted to go to sleep an hour ago, but then he had talked with his sister on the phone and now he was back to this. It had been two months since he had moved in with you despite knowing you had feelings for him. Back when you had originally told him, he had felt like he should probably run because the last thing he needed right now was complicated. Things with Hyorin had been complicated enough. But, as he now knew, you weren’t complicated in the slightest. More so the opposite. It didn’t take long for Seokmin to begin to understand you and your patterns. It also didn’t take long for him to figure out how much you actually liked him. If he had been anyone else he might have taken advantage of that. Flirt with you, get you into his bed. But he was Seokmin, he wasn’t a guy who would do that. Not that he hadn’t… thought about it. Seeing the way you looked at him, especially after his morning runs or when he came back from the gym in the evening… it took everything in him not to imagine you looking at him that way when he was fucking you. 

Seokmin wasn’t a sex-hungry person, normally. Maybe because he had been in a long-term relationship for five years. But now, with his relationship being over for two months and the periods before that being dry in the sex department… he was starting to miss it. Dearly. 

So, when he sat there on the floor, his head focusing on the contents of this essay he wrote a day earlier in the library, he couldn’t really help getting distracted by the sounds coming from your room. His ears perked up and his head turned sideways, throat already drying up. Were you crying? Maybe you were-

“O-oh.”

His laptop slipped from his lap when he got up. His heart speed rose and sweat was starting to form on his hairline. That certainly wasn’t the type of crying he had meant. Slowly, he walked over to the door of your room that he only now realized wasn’t properly shut. He felt bad, guilty even, when he peeked through the small opening, seeing you apparently asleep. A dream? He licked his lips. Were you dreaming? 

“S-Seokmin.” 

Something inside him switched over. His whole body started to heat up, his cock desperately beginning to twitch in his briefs. Fuck, he hadn’t ever expected that hearing you moan his name would do so much. You were dreaming, yes, about him. And he heard you, heard you moaning, the whimpers. And god, did you sound perfect. He leaned against the wall next to your room, letting his dick get harder with every second, waiting for your noises like an addict. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t get himself to move away and mind his own business. He was intoxicated by you. He took everything he could, every breath, as small as they might be. The sighs following the moan of his name. 

For now, he only listened. He didn’t want to touch himself here, didn’t want to be that type of person. But then again, he had already parked himself right outside your room, listening to you having a wet dream, it wasn’t like beginning to jerk off would make much of a difference. So, he slowly moved his hand, palming himself over his sweats, feeling how hard he was because of you. He closed his eyes, ears concentrating only on you. He wondered what you were dreaming about. What was he doing to you right now? Was he holding you down as he fucked you? Was he going down on you, tasting you? God, he really wanted to taste you. 

For a second he contemplated going in and waking you up - making your dream reality. But he couldn’t. Not knowing what he did. 

Opening his eyes, he suddenly felt guilt rushing over him and he was quick to close your door, making his way over to where he had sat earlier and grabbing his laptop. 

Once he was in his own room, door locked and all, he tried to clear his head of the sounds you had made, of the way it was him you were dreaming about. But with his cock this hard and you so close… it was no use. He put his laptop on his desk and laid down on his bed after, taking a deep breath. He couldn’t hear you from his room and, god, was he relieved. Not hearing you did not equal not remembering you, though. And so, knowing he was going to lose to his conscience anyways, he opened the drawer in his bedside table and got out the package of lube, squeezing a bit on his right hand, while the left shoved down his sweats and briefs, letting his erection hit the cool air of his room. 

He sighed in relief when his right hand began squeezing him, head leaned back into the pillows, hand now moving up and down slowly. You were right there in front of his inner eye, the way you sounded, but also the image of how you would look underneath him. Moaning his name, begging him to go faster. Then, he imagined your cheek stuffed with his cock, imagined your teary eyes when he began fucking down your throat. 

“F-fuck,” he couldn’t help but go faster, his hips lifting up his bed as he fucked his fist, wishing it was your pussy or your mouth, any of your holes would do. How badly he wanted to hear you beg, wanted you to be on your knees, mouth open and tongue out, ready to take whatever he was willing to give. Pouty lips and round eyes, wishing for nothing more than Seokmin’s cock filling you up. 

“God, just like that, Y/N, f-fuck,” he couldn’t help but moan as he came, his load landing on his clothed chest. 

Coming down from his high, Seokmin opened his eyes, blinking a few times before he really understood what had happened. Groaning, he let his left hand rub over his face, before he shook his head and sat up. He got rid of his shirt and threw it in the laundry bin, walking to the door unlocking and opening it to go to the bathroom - only to run into you who just came out of the bathroom. Your eyes grew wide when you spotted Seokmin - shirtless and sweaty and with this certain look in his eyes that made your legs grow weaker. 

Not knowing what he was doing, Seokmin walked straight over to you, his hands finding the sides of your neck, his lips crashing into yours a second later. You didn’t know what was happening, didn’t know what to do - but you kissed him back, your hands on his broad back, as he pushed you against the wall, his meaty perfect thigh shoved between your legs now, pressing against your still sensitive core. You gasped into the kiss, his tongue now devouring yours, one of his hands moving down and underneath your shirt, grabbing your breast and squeezing it harshly. Your arms locked around his neck, moans getting caught by his skillful mouth. Were you still dreaming? 

“Seokmin,” you moaned when his hand squeezed your nipple and only then did he realize what was happening. Immediately, he parted from you, causing you to miss his kiss and touch the second he left. 

“What-,” you began, but before you could even finish the question, he had already turned around and walked back into his room, closing the door behind him. And locking it. 

*

He acted like nothing happened. You were anxiously waiting in the kitchen the next morning, but once he came back from his run he just showed you his normal goofy self, excusing himself to go take a  shower. The way you had stood there, fully ready (not really) to talk about the night before, still in your pjs, still dizzy from the dream you had had as well as the very real kiss afterward. Why had he done that? Had he suddenly turned into a sleepwalker? A sleepwalker that kissed his roommate as if he had been starving? 

You sure as hell weren’t going to bring it up first. So, you played along, pretending like it didn’t happen. 

“I am declaring you clinically insane, Y/N,” Seungkwan was munching away on his corndog, while you and his (not) boyfriend Hansol sat opposite him at one of the smaller booths of the diner.

“He started it,” you shrugged, grabbing your own corndog now to take a bite from it.

“Okay, and? You could have started the conversation. For example: “Hey roomie, so about that night where you came out of your room clearly just done with getting yourself off and then kissed me? Like really hard? Against a wall?” See, that would have been a great conversation starter.”

You deadpanned at him.

“You’re an idiot,” shaking your head, you leaned back in your seat, “what if he really like, I don’t know, was in a delirious state? Maybe he drank alone before bed and just had a black out?”

“Or maybe he is an asshole who can’t own up to his actions,” Seungkwan shrugged, “but sure, yours sounds way more likely.”

“Seungkwan is right, Y/N. You should just bring it up,” Hansol looked at you and you sighed, letting your head drop onto the table.

“I don’t think I can. I’m too mortified. What if he totally regrets kissing me and that’s why he is pretending like it didn’t happen?”

“That still doesn’t give him permission to act this way. I don’t care if he is deeply in love with you or hates you, I just want him to be humane enough to tell you.”

It stung, the way he was right. Whatever Seokmin was feeling, he had to share it with you. He couldn’t just- 

“Am I going crazy or is Seokmin standing outside?” You raised your head again, eyes wide when you realized you were, in fact, not going crazy. Seokmin was right there outside the diner, on the other side of the street, his phone in his hand, an anxious look on his face.

“Did you tell him you were coming here?” Hansol asked and you shook your head.

“No, we barely saw each other this morning.”

What was he doing here? And why did he look like he would rather be anywhere else? Your eyes scanned the surroundings, a sour feeling suddenly spreading in your guts. You were only a few streets down from your apartment, the street wasn’t exactly busy but had some really good places to eat. This was the perfect meeting spot for-

“Who’s that?” Seungkwan shifted closer to the window next to you, his eyes squeezed together as if he was trying harder to recognise whoever had just shown up next to Seokmin. You didn’t have to know her to… know her. Hyorin. His ex-girlfriend that had cheated on him. He had mentioned her to you only a few times, you being a little reluctant to ask considering he knew how you felt about him. But from what you had gathered he hated her, never wanted to see her again. So why was he here now? With her?

“Is that…?” Seungkwan looked over at you, worry displayed on his face and you pressed your lips together as you nodded. 

She was beautiful. Tall, long silky black hair. Her skin glowing even from here. She was the girl Seokmin should be kissing in his delirious state, in any state, really. You swallowed down the tears that threatened to spill out and averted your gaze. Your appetite had left you and you wanted nothing more than to flee the scene, go home and never think of this moment again.

“Should we leave?” Hansol asked, looking over at Seungkwan a little helplessly. Seungkwan nodded quickly and his (not) boyfriend grabbed your arm and helped you get out of the booth. As much as you felt like yelling at him that you didn’t need this help, as much did you appreciate the gesture. Seungkwan paid at the front desk and you left the diner, your heart in desperate need for some distraction. 

*

When Seokmin got home that evening, you weren’t there. A part of him was relieved while another one already missed your presence. Sighing, he kicked off his shoes and finally slipped down onto the couch, hands rubbing over his face. This whole thing was a mess. Today was a mess. Hyorin had called him and asked him to meet up and because he was who he was he had said yes. He should have known she would just try to apologize for the nth time, telling him it had only happened once and that he was the only one for her. Little did she know that he gave zero fucks at this point. He didn’t want her anymore, he didn’t love her anymore. She had broken his heart and stomped on it, had lied and cheated, had done all these horrible things to him. And yet, he was somewhat grateful because now he was right here. In your apartment. 

It was silly, really, because he had been dating Hyorin for two years already when he saw you the first time. You and your cute gray sweatshirt and the high ponytail. You, who had been the cutest person in every single one of your classes together. You, who he couldn’t develop feelings for because he had a girlfriend. Unlike Hyorin, he wasn’t a cheater. He had loved her, truly loved her. And he had been shattered when he found out about the other guy, feeling like he could never be fixed again. He had to get out of the shared apartment, had to leave it all behind as soon as he possibly could - and he had somehow ended up on your doorstep. It was crazy how the universe worked. 

And as if that hadn’t been enough, you suddenly confessed to him, turning all of his feelings upside down. Because what was he supposed to say? Supposed to do? God, he was heartbroken over Hyorin and yet there was this ray of light in the shape of a girl that loved to spend her evenings watching trashy teen drama and cry over a bucket of Ben & Jerry’s when a character you didn’t even particularly like died on screen. 

Seokmin didn’t want to allow him to like you. He was scared that maybe you liking him altered his brain chemistry, that perhaps he would want to be with you only as a rebound and you were too good, too perfect to be anything of that kind. And so, when that night had happened and he had lost his composure, he knew he messed up. He knew you had feelings for him, god, he probably would have figured it out even if you hadn’t told him. Not just because of the dream he had overheard but because of the way you looked at him. The way you smiled, the way you laughed. He didn’t want you to look at anyone else like that. 

The sound of a door unlocking filled the quiet room now and was soon joined by the giggles of a girl and the nervous laugh of a guy - and both of these voices were familiar to Seokmin. He immediately got up and walked over to the entry way - only to see Mingyu holding your waist as you, obviously drunk, tried to get out of your shoes.

“Mingyu?” Seokmin asked confusedly.

“Oh, hey Seok,” Mingyu said, holding you steady as you felt your knees giving in. 

“What- what is going on?” 

“We met at a bar, she was with Seungkwan and his boyfriend-,”

“He is not his boyfriend!” you interrupted him with a giggle.

“Uh, right, Seungkwan and his not-boyfriend were also super drunk and I called them a cab, but I really didn’t want to send Y/N home on her own so-,”

“Why didn’t you call me?” Seokmin now came closer, his eyes set on his best friend’s hand around your waist, his insides slowly but surely heating up with something he could only recognize as jealousy.

“Uh, I thought you were busy with… you know.”

Seokmin’s jaw tensed, his eyes fixed on Mingyu who had successfully held you down as you stepped out of your shoes.

“That has been resolved hours ago, Mingyu.”

“And how was he supposed to know that, hm?” The sudden sound of your voice made both men look over at you. Your hand was raised, finger pointed at Seokmin accusingly. 

“Y/N-“, Mingyu started, but you shook your head and finally freed yourself from Mingyu’s grasp.

“No! No, I’m tired of this! Was it nice? Seeing your perfect ex again? Do you want to go back to her now? Move out and act like I don’t exist? Like you didn’t kiss me?”

Mingyu held his breath. You had told him all this in the bar earlier, where he had met you and Seungkwan and Hansol and where he had realized that you were madly in love with his best friend. He felt bad about you having seen Seokmin with Hyorin, but even more did he feel bad because it was also so painfully obvious that Seokmin liked you, too. 

“I think you’re drunk,” Seokmin noted and you laughed, throwing your hands in the air. Mingyu stayed quiet.

“Do you, now? How observant of you, Seokmin.”

The two of you were staring at each other now, fury in both your eyes. Honestly, you didn’t know what he was angry about. After all you weren’t the one running back to her ex after kissing him the way he had you. 

“I, uh, I guess I should go now,” Mingyu pointed at the door with his thumb over his shoulder, “you seem to… well, have a lot to talk about.” 

The normally so cheerful and kind Seokmin didn’t wish his best friend a good night, nor did he even look at him when he left. Instead he kept looking at you, saw the way you waved at Mingyu and thanked him, your hand squeezing his arm. Lightning was shooting through him. Jealousy was about to eat him up, was about to make him grab you and yell that you shouldn’t touch Mingyu like that. It was dumb and he knew it. You made him crazy, you made him dumb. Like a teenager who was in love for the first time, unsure what to make of it. 

Once the door had fallen shut, you stormed past your roommate, ready to enter your room and not leave it until the next day. Just that you didn’t get far. Seokmin ended up grabbing your arm after all, his touch burning on your skin. 

“Mingyu is right, we do have a lot to talk about,” he said in a hushed voice, making you scoff. 

“Fine, then talk.” With whatever willpower you had left, you looked at him. Saw the way his eyes were full of an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint - the fury from before still slightly visible but not alone. Perhaps it was anger for you speaking to him the way you had. Or maybe he was just annoyed at you for being drunk and loud and stupid. 

“Look, Y/N. What happened between us was… it shouldn’t have happened, alright?”

“Why? Because you’re back together with your cheating ex?”

“No! God, no, I would never get back with Hyorin. And I can’t believe Mingyu told you about this and-,”

“He didn’t!” You freed yourself out of his grip, your eyes dangerously beginning to prickle, “I saw you. With her.” 

He inhaled audibly - he hadn’t expected this. You saw him? With Hyorin? No wonder you were this upset. He pulled his hand through his hair.

“She wanted to talk things out. And because I’m too nice of a person I told her yes. Y/N, I don’t want to be with her anymore. She broke my heart, she hasn’t been the girl I fell in love with for ages now.” 

“Why did you kiss me?” If you were honest, you didn’t really care about when Hyorin had stopped being the girl Seokmin loved. You were more interested in whether you were. 

“I shouldn’t have done that.” 

Pang. Your face flinched before your jaw tensed. 

“Right,” your voice was smaller than you had wanted it to be, and the tears were even closer to spilling now. Of course he regretted it. Regretted kissing you, regretted making you feel the way you had. Because why would it be any different? Perhaps you should have tried to hook up with Mingyu tonight just to feel something different than this ache inside of you. 

“I just- fuck, I just don’t want to take advantage of you. Of what you feel for me.”

Now, the tears of hurt were quickly changing to tears of anger. This man really had a talent in making you switch emotions in seconds. 

“Excuse me? You- what?” You laughed bitterly, shaking your head, “don’t do this. Don’t make yourself look like a hero because you stepped back from kissing me. You did that because you wanted to. I didn’t come onto you even once in all the time you’ve been living here. So don’t you dare pin this on me or my feelings.” You hated that you began to shake and that your voice was higher than anticipated. You hated that the way he looked at you made you feel small and idiotic, made you feel as if you were the dumbest person on this earth. Instead of waiting for his response, you turned around on your heel, walking into your room and slamming the door shut behind you.

*

No one wanted to be in Seokmin’s shoes right now. After your fight he had also retreated back to his room, not exactly sure how to ever face you again. A day later he was at lunch with Mingyu, Cheol and Joshua and they all looked at him like he had suddenly grown three heads. 

“I can’t believe you said that,” Joshua judged, shaking his head. Seokmin sighed, throwing his napkin on the table. 

“Come on, was it really that bad?”

“Yes,” all three of his friends said in union, all their eyes on him, no sign of humor. Seokmin swallowed. 

“I really thought I was doing the right thing,” he mumbled now, letting his head fall, eyes studying the pattern of the wooden table.

“By doing what? Pushing away a girl that’s absolutely crazy about you? That has been nothing but kind and wonderful towards you? That you very obviously have feelings for?” Mingyu snorted, crossing his arms, “no, that most certainly wasn’t the right thing to do, Seokmin.”

While Seokmin stayed silent, Seungcheol and Joshua nodded, telling Seokmin, once again, that he was an idiot. It was no use, though. He already knew he was! He knew he had messed up and even though a part of him still thought that, maybe, his intention had been noble, the part was slowly but surely getting kicked out. 

“And what do you expect me to do? I can’t just go up to her and tell her that I was wrong for saying that. She doesn’t even talk to me!”

“Can’t really blame her, can you?” Seungcheol took a sip from his iced tea.

“Look, it’s only been a day. Let her calm down, give her space. Give yourself some more time to come up with the right thing to say. I’m sure it will be fine, you and Y/N will be fine.”

And as much as Seokmin appreciated the tough love followed by Joshua’s words of affirmation, he wasn’t sure it was really helping him. In fact, he wasn’t sure what could help him considering you started ignoring him from then on, even avoiding your shared space to either stay at Seungkwan’s place or just come home once Seokmin was already in bed. Every class you had together, you would sit right by one of the doors, arriving at the latest and leaving as soon as possible. Whilst Seokmin was trying his hardest to come up with a way to apologize to you, to win you back, you were trying your best to forget about your feelings for him. And for the most part it was even successful - you being mad at him and feeling like an idiot whenever you thought about the kiss you two had shared. But then again, only for the most part. 

“You can’t just force yourself out of love with someone,” Seungkwan said on the nth night you’ve been sitting on his couch, a bucket of ice cream in your arms, the AC on the highest setting because, holy hell, was it hot outside. 

“I can try,” you shrugged, staring at the TV screen. Seungkwan sighed, letting his eyes wander over your frame. You didn’t look your best, the hurt definitely coming through with bags under your eyes, your hair looking frizzy, the shirt you were wearing a stain right in the middle and when he had asked you about it, you couldn’t even tell him where that had come from. 

So, when he got a call from Kim Mingyu two days later, he was eager as ever to meet up and hopefully get you off his couch. 

The setting was in a small coffee shop, Seokmin seated nervously next to Mingyu who had ordered an iced americano for each of them. Seungkwan looked from one handsome guy to the other, clearing his throat.

“So, I’m guessing this is about Y/N?” he raised a brow and Mingyu quickly nodded, while Seokmin shifted on his seat, hands clasped around his plastic cup. 

“Yup. Do you have any idea what Seok over here can do to, you know, get her to speak to him again?” Mingyu pointed at Seokmin with his thumb and Seungkwan chuckled as he watched Seokmin slap the thumb away, his cheeks a bright red.

“I’m sorry, I would’ve never come to you about this, but I’m desperate at this point. She is never home and when she is, she makes it her mission to not even acknowledge my existence.”

“Yeah, when she’s not home she is at my place. And let me tell you, it’s getting incredibly annoying, considering I have a “not-boyfriend” that I’d really like to invite over,” clicking his tongue, Seungkwan leaned back and grabbed his own beverage, taking a sip from the bright blue straw, “so, I am more than happy to help.”

For a few minutes they brainstormed, Mingyu suggesting that maybe Seokmin should just ambush her, maybe get a pair of handcuffs and- yeah, he was shut down by both Seokmin and Seungkwan rather quickly. Seokmin said that maybe he should just continue texting her and that perhaps she’d come around, but Seungkwan shook his head, telling him there was no use, he had never met anyone worse at texting and reading texts than his best friend. 

After a moment of silence in which they all seemed a bit defeated, Seungkwan watched Mingyu take out his phone and open a message he had received on instagram. The only blonde at the table had never been quicker to sit up and almost knock over his drink.

“I know what you have to do.” 

-

It had been two weeks since you had last talked to Seokmin and for once you were inside your apartment, knowing that he was at class while yours had been canceled. It was nice to be back home during day time for a change, your feet propped up on the small coffee table in front of the sofa. A book in your lap that you had discarded for a bit to check your phone, only to be hit in the face by a cruel, cruel reality. The book slipped off your lap as you withdrew your legs from the table and instead kneeled on the couch, both hands gripping your phone tightly. 

“He has got to be joking,” you mumbled, feeling dizzy as you stared at the mirror pic Seokmin had posted half an hour ago. He hadn’t posted in months. Basically since he and Hyerin had broken up. His insta was mainly blank except for a few pictures he had taken of pretty sceneries. Never had he ever posted gym selfies. No. That had been Mingyu, showing off Seokmin’s body in his pictures as well as his own. 

To be fair, there wasn’t much body to see on the selfie. It was him in the gym, his long sleeved shirt rolled up above his elbows, showing enough arm to make you head feel crazy. His left hand was holding his phone, his fingers spread over it and, fuck, his hand. His hair was just slightly messy, his jaw and neck on full display and you forgot how to breathe. Arousal pooled in between your legs now and you honestly couldn’t even understand why. Perhaps, you thought, because this was the first time you had seen his face in almost two weeks and this picture just fed into all of your small kinks about him. Swallowing hard, you licked your lips and continued to bury your teeth into the bottom one, your pussy already throbbing. How pathetic. Little did you know you were about to become even more pathetic. Only now did your eyes spot the small symbol on the right side of the post, signaling you that there wasn’t just one picture. With a throat as dry as the desert, you clicked back on the post, a shaking index finger swiping to the left, only to be met by what could only be described as worse. There you had the body you had so desperately wished for. Leaned back on what you assumed to be a bench press, his legs adjourned in baggy jeans you had seen him wear a handful of times. Back then you had been happy to not see them on him this much because for whatever reason he was even more sexy in them. They weren’t even tight (as baggy jeans already suggested), but they still seemed to fit him perfectly. And now, with him manspreading over a bench in the gym, the red-white shirt with a car race theme, sleeves still rolled up, one arm hanging over his right thigh, holding onto the black leather beneath him, showing off a pretty vein you could literally already feel underneath your tongue. He was crazy. Crazy and mean and horrible and you knew all of this on purpose. His fingers on display, his thighs looking so big in those god forsaken jeans. Hair messy, jawline looking so sharp you were sure it could cut glass.

And as if all of this wasn’t bad enough, you suddenly heard the door clicking open. Your head jerked up, your eyes wide and your cheeks flushed burgundy. When you saw Seokmin walk through the door and finally into the living room, you felt your phone slip from your hand and onto the couch. He was carrying a gym bag, his hair still slightly damp. His skin was glowing and his eyes were widened in surprise. He most definitely hadn’t expected to see you.

“I thought you had class?” He said, his gym bag dropping onto the floor next to him. You slowly got up from the couch.

“Got canceled. Yours?” 

“Same.”

Nodding, you came to a stop in front of him, his tall figure towering over you, your chest heaving, head clouded by the smell of his cologne, of the knowledge he had posted that picture most definitely to get to you. With a heartbeat the speed of light, you looked into his eyes.

“Did Seungkwan tell you to post those pictures?” you whispered. Seokmin hesitated. Then he nodded. 

“Did it work?” he asked, head slightly tilted to the side. 

Instead of answering, your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to crash your lips against his. Seokmin immediately reacted, hands on the small of your back, pushing you closer. This kiss was different from the first, not less exciting or dizzying, but you felt more in control, felt more like this was it, this was what you had craved for so long. 

Seokmin, meanwhile, was on cloud nine, your lips feeling so incredible on his. For him this was all he had wanted for the last weeks and while he had gotten that small taste back then, nothing could have prepared him for what he was feeling right now. All sense of self control left his body as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip, asking to be let in. Once your tongues touched, there was no way in hell this was going to end. You moaned into his mouth, your nails digging into his skin while he moved his hands down, wrapping around your thighs to lift you up. Instinctively your legs swung around him, his hands leaving burns where he touched you. 

He moved over to the couch where you had sat before, sitting down with you now straddling him, both of your hands roaming around the other’s body. You let your fingers slide under his shirt and together you took it off, lips parting momentarily and letting you admire his toned chest, his abs and shoulders. You took your sweet time, fingers caressing his skin while your lips latched onto his neck, sucking harshly. Seokmin moaned, one hand on the back of your head, while the other laid on your thigh. 

With every passing second you felt yourself grow wetter, your hips beginning to grind down, both of your clothed crotches meeting, making both of you even more desperate. Seokmin grabbed your face, kissing you passionately once more, thumbs on either side of your cheeks. You whimpered when you felt him buck up, his erection already making your head spin. Never had you ever wanted anyone as bad. Finally, his hands moved to take off your shirt, leaving you in shorts and nothing else. A groan escaped him, hands all over your breasts, lips sucking your hard nipple inside his mouth, your head falling back, hands digging into his scalp. He was devouring your tits one at a time, hands squeezing them harshly as you couldn’t help but move your hips against him.

“S-Seokmin, please,” you whined, the arousal literally audible. Hearing you say his name like this… Seokmin parted from your chest and instead looked up at you. 

“Seungkwan told me something,” he whispered, one hand now moving down, while the other was back on your face, “he told me you take a… certain liking to my fingers.” The smirk on his face made you forget to kill Seungkwan later. You licked over your lips, biting down on it after, only to let out a small gasp when his right hand slipped into your shorts, pressing down on the wet spot between your legs. He sucked in a breath.

“Fuck, arren’t you wet for me, angel?” He whispered, while his other hand moved to your lips now, his eyebrows shooting up as he held eye contact. You knew what he wanted and you were more than eager to oblige. Parting your lips and stretching out your tongue, Seokmin felt himself twitch as he laid his index and middle finger on top of your tongue.

“Suck,” he then ordered you and without thinking twice, you did as asked. The fingers were long and thin and perfect and your eyes rolled back when you felt him press down on your tongue, his eyes becoming a little crazier with every passing second. 

“Both your holes stuffed with my fingers, what do you think?” his voice made goosebumps erupt all over your body, moaning around his digits while nodding wildly. Seokmin chuckled, not saying anything as he shoved your panties to the side, your hips almost automatically lifting so he could coat himself in your juice, his cock growing harder with every inch of him that got blessed with your arousal. 

“Think you can take two already?” when you nodded again, he immediately let his pretty fingers sink into you, both of you moaning at the contact. He sank in as deep as he could, until every bit was inside of you, knuckles deep, making him feel like he was either going to cum in his pants or simply explode. 

“God, you feel so fucking good, angel. Common, fuck yourself on my fingers and don’t forget to suck.” 

Your body began moving right away. Your mouth was sucking his fingers as if they were his cock, tongue pressing, tongue flicking against them. Head bobbing back and forth as your hips moved up and down on his other hand, his fingers feeling heavenly inside your walls. And when he put his thumb on your clit, you were sure the heavenly feeling would soon get you to cum all over him. 

“Good girl, doing so well for me, fuck,” Seokmin felt his throat dry up, sweat forming on the top of his head. How badly he wanted to fuck you right now, just get his fingers out and replace them with his throbbing cock - but he wanted to take his time with you. He wanted to see you live out your dream with his fingers buried inside of you, with your saliva coating his one hand and your perfect, sweet arousal the other. He wanted to see you come undone like this, fucking yourself on his fingers, before he took you the way he wanted, making you scream his name and beg him to make you cum with his cock. 

You felt your orgasm closing in on you, your movements becoming sloppier, eyes rolled back and the fingers in your mouth almost forgotten. Once Seokmin noticed, he grinned, beginning to fuck them inside your mouth himself, a high pitched moan escaping you and making another bit of precum shoot out of Seokmin’s cock. 

“Yeah, are you close, baby? Come on, I know you want to cum for me.” He leaned forward, the angle of his fingers changing slightly, hitting you right where you needed him and when his lips began kissing and licking at your neck, you couldn’t help but cum hard, your pussy clenching around his fingers over and over again, milking yourself for all you had. 

“Fuck,” he was in a daze, pulling both sets of fingers outside your holes, eyes searching for yours, before closing his lips around the fingers that had just made you cum so beautifully. You whimpered, pussy throbbing at the sight of him licking your arousal from his own digits. 

“Seokmin…,” you cried out and he pulled his fingers back, instead shooting forward now to kiss you again. You could taste yourself on his lips, hands now back around his neck, eyes closed shut as he kissed you with delicious desperation. 

“Fuck me on the windowsill, Seok, please.” 

He parted from you only for a second, before nodding and kissing you again, getting up with your legs wrapped around him, finally placing you on the narrow sill, hands gripping your shorts and panties and pulling them off your legs. You watched as he opened his own jeans next, letting them fall to the floor before finally revealing what you had only imagined so far. You couldn’t help but stare, your mouth watering at the sight of his big cock, all red at the tip and veiny, thick and a little bent to the left. Oh, how much you wanted him to ruin you. 

“I can’t wait to fuck you, baby,” he purred now, arms back around your body, lips closing around yours again. Every inch of you was on fire, your hands immediately finding his cock, one grabbing his balls, while the other was around his girth, moving up to let your thumb slide over his slit. He twitched in your hand, a beautiful moan coming out his mouth that had you shivering. Spreading your legs further, you brought his leaking cock to your lips, letting the tip circle your clit for a bit, both of you moaning into the other's mouth, before finally lining him up with your sopping core.

“Please, fuck me, I need you so bad,” your voice was muffled against his lips and he nodded, replacing your hand with his to push inside you, the stretch having your nails dig into his shoulders, whimpers escaping your pink lips as he lowered himself into you until he bottomed out, his forehead now pressing against yours.

“You feel so good, so perfect around me, baby,” he kissed you softly, hands sliding over your sides up to your tits, and once he began squeezing them again, his lips finding yours, he began thrusting, first deep and hard, before he quickened, your legs pulling him even closer. He was perfect. The way he held you, the way his thumb was on your nipple, lips now sucking on the sensitive skin on your neck, cock fucking you deep and hard and quick, leaving no room for complaints. You didn’t know how to ever stop moaning his name, how to be quiet, how to not have your body already signal another climax. 

“A-am close,” you whined and Seokmin nodded, head now in between your neck and shoulder, kissing every inch of your skin. Nothing had ever felt this good, no sex with anyone had ever made him feel as if  he was going to cum within seconds, while also wanting it to never end. He sped up once more, hands back on your face as he wanted to cum with your tongue inside his mouth, with your lips claimed as his. You tried to match his pace, desperate and breathy moans filling the air that already smelled like nothing but sex. There was nothing you could do to prevent the orgasm rushing over you, your walls clenching around his cock over and over again, his movements getting sloppier with every second, your and his salivas mixing, running over both your chins when he finally sucked your tongue into his mouth as he came, hot white cum spreading in your pussy that now milked him for all he had, every little drop as precious as the other. 

“Fuck, oh my god,” Seokmin breathed into your mouth, his hands caressing your hair as he kissed your neck, both of you slowly getting down from your highs. You two stayed like this for a while. Him, kissing your neck, your shoulders, your chin and finally your lips. It suddenly feels like everything has fallen into place perfectly, like this is what should have happened the first time he ever stepped into place, maybe even when you first laid eyes on him three years ago. He stays inside you, your combined releases only slowly dripping out of you. How could he make you feel this precious? This fragile in the best way?

“Y/N…”, he then whispers after a while, his hands next to you on the sill, his eyes so soft and yet full of guilt. For a second you think he regrets having done this but then you hear his next words.

“I’m so sorry I pushed you away. I never should have done that. I was scared of my own feelings and of taking advantage of you, and I get now that I should have just talked to you about this instead of acting like I was protecting you when in reality I was just protecting myself,” he caressed your face, a stray lock of hair finds it’s way behind your ear by his finger.

“I get it. And I’m sorry too, for, you know, completely shutting you out.” You smile weakly and Seokmin chuckles, kissing your cheek again.

“I would have done the same. So, you forgive me?”

“Isn’t you coming inside me enough reason to believe I have?” You tease him with a slight grin and he turns red, looking down at him still buried inside your warmth. 

“Thank you. For forgiving me,” he looks up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “and also for letting me cum inside you.” 

You start laughing, pushing him away slightly by the shoulder and your heart seems to jump out of your chest when he kisses you again. You were sure  that you’ll never get tired of doing this. 

-

“So, if i want you to get turned on I’ll just need to post more gym pics?” Seokmin’s arm was around you, both of you freshly out of the shower seated on the couch. You scoffed, but felt your cheeks heat up.

“Shut up,” you couldn’t help but smile though, the fact he was so close to you, holding you. It was all too much but in the best way possible. You never wanted to let this man go again. 

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered”, he giggled now, and god, had you ever heard a more adorable sound? You doubted it. Just when you were about to respond (mainly to tell him to shut up again), you heard your phone ring. Looking over Seokmin’s lap, you saw your phone where you’d left it. He followed your gaze and grabbed your phone for you, a knowing smile on his lips.

“If we were to unlock this now, what would we find, hm?”

Ignoring him, you finally picked up. It was Seungkwan.

“Hi traitor,” you said, eyebrows raised. Seungkwan scoffed on the other side.

“Oh please, you can’t tell me y’all didn’t fuck.”

Seokmin, who was very obnoxiously leaning in closer to hear the conversation, giggled again, his cheeks turning rosy. You rolled your eyes.

“Doesn’t mean I appreciate you spilling my kinks to people you barely know.”

“You know you do kind of love me for it though. So, you two together now?” You froze in place, while your eyes moved very slowly to look at Seokmin. What you saw made your stomach turn and twist and tumble and millions of butterflies suddenly started dancing Gangnam Style. His eyes were so fond, his features soft, the rose on his cheeks now accented by his bright perfect smile. When he nodded, his hand coming to caress your head, you couldn’t help but smile the brightest you ever had.

“As a matter of fact, yes. Yes, we are.”

Massages and kisses

Genre: smut, fluff || massage,kisses, sex (always use protection), a little making out session, a little dirty talk MINORS DNI

Pairing: Seokmin x fem!reader

Summary: Seokmin is tired and you want to give him a nice massage. Little did you know it won't be only a massage.

Note: there is no proofreading also i'm sorry for any grammar mistakes (like missing letters or something)

Tags: @onlyseokmins i really hope you like it <3

When Seokmin got back home he looked tired, he was working until late at night these days and it made you feel sad. You don't have much time for each other, there are only good night and goodbye kisses.

You went into your shared bed room, there you found him lying on the bed. When he saw you, smiled tiredly at you. You got an idea, so you went to the bathroom getting a massage oil and some candles. "What are you doing baby?" Seokmin ask curiously. "I'm going to give you a nice massage, turn around and take off your shirt please." Without saying anything, he did as you told him.

You climbed on top of him, taking the oil and started to massage his shoulders. At first Seokmin was silently enjoying the right pressure and your gentle touch but in time he was groaning and quietly moaning. "It feels so good..so fucking good baby.. god yes,right there." The way he said it made your arousal going straight to your core.

When your hands wandered lower, Seokmin couldn't help but he got turned on by your actions and then he felt your lips on his left shoulder. You kissed his mole that was right there,your lips felt so soft. Seokmin's shorts felt tight and the more you touched him, the more your lips wandered over his back, the harder he got.

"Baby, i'm so sorry but i need to turn around..I got turned on and now my cock hurts from lying on the bed like this." Seokmin mumbled into the pillow feeling embarrassed. You didn't say anything at first but it made you laugh, the way he said it sounded so cute to you. "It's okay, no need to be embarrassed." You assured him. You got up and he turned around but you made your way on top of him again, straddling him. He looked at you with his puppy dog eyes, how could you ever be mad at him.

You let your fingers ghost over his bare chest, admiring his beauty then you stop on the mole his is having on his chest, Seokmin propped on his elbows watching your every move. You leaned down kissing his chest, all the way down to his abdomen. Seokmin closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, your soft lips, your gentle touch, just you it was everything he needed after his busy schedules. You made him feel so loved and happy he could cry, cry from happiness.

"Come up here baby." He whispered. You had other plans and you were about to take off his shorts but you went back up to him. He caressed your face with the softest touch, it made your heartbeat going fast. He looked at you with so much love in his eyes "I love you, i really love you so much." He said "I love you too, more than anything." He smiled and leaned in for a kiss.

The kiss became more passionate, he started to take off your clothes painfully slow. Then he took off his shorts and boxers. You stayed on top of him, having a naked heavy make out session, well, that was new to you. His hands roaming over your body, giving you goose bumps. You started to grind on his hard leaking cock, precum mixing with your own juices. Seokmin let out a strangled moan,feeling your pussy gliding over his cock.

He kissed your neck, down to your tits, licking on your nipples, he always knew how to make you feel good. Then one of his hand wandered down to your pussy, feeling between your folds. "You're so fucking wet, god baby.. i need to be inside you." He mumbled against your ear. Then he flipped you over.

Seokmin positioned himself between your legs, his cock slowly entering you. He looked at you, while he started rocking his hips slowly. His eyes never leaving yours, while he intertwined your fingers with his. Then he leaned his forehead against yours, then he picked up pace. "I love you,i love you,i fucking love you." He said and smiled. Yes even when making love to you he still smiled his breathtaking smile at you. "I love you too."

Then you let go of his hand and running your fingers through his hair, while he hid his face in the crock of your neck, biting lightly on your skin. He moaned into your ear when you clenched around him. He was hitting your spot just perfectly and you arched your back. His kisses on your neck, your nails dig into his skin. Everything felt so intimate. "I could make love to you, fuck you, all night..all day.. I don't care as long as i can feel your perfect little pussy clenching around my dick."

His words made your skin tingle and you could feel your orgasm slowly approaching you. "I'm close, more please." You moaned. Yes, you wanted him to dirty talk you to your orgasm. "Oh you want more hm? I can feel you, so wet on my dick, it's everywhere..shit,if you keep on doing that i will cum." "I want you to cum,please fill me up, i wanna feel your cum deep inside me."

Seokmin let out a high pitched moan and his cock twitched as he came hard, you can feel his hot cum filling you up, which made you cum too. He was riding out both of your orgasms, before he pulled out his softening cock, he stayed on top of you, catching his breath. "I think i never came this hard before." You giggled "You looked really sexy, i mean you always do." You said while your fingers caressed his back.

You actually wanted to take a shower but suddenly you heard him breathing steady. He rolled over and fell asleep, so you decided to let him. He was really tired and he deserved it.

In his sleep he wrapped his arm around your waist and snuggled closer. The shower could wait for a while.

primadonna ! - 3:35pm

warnings: degradation, fingering, rich shua😛, cockwarming

a/n: HORANGHAEEEEEE (in the autotune voice 🐯) ((ignore that this was originally hoshi but i changed it))

“joshie” you whined from the couch, glaring in the direction of your boyfriend. he’d been glued to his laptop screen for hours, only looking up once to hum in your direction when you padded into his office with a pout on your face.

“i’m almost done baby, i promise. why don’t you go get ready hm? we can check out that dress you’ve been eyeing for a while” joshua spoke, not once looking up to see that you’d moved to be right next to him.

it was his solution for everything- just throw enough money at the issue until it got resolved. while his tactics usually worked on you, today was different. you didn’t need any more necklaces or outfit sets. today you needed him, and unfortunately for joshua- money couldn’t buy that.

you heard him groan as you crawled into his lap, view of the laptop obstructed by your body. “c’mon joshie, ‘s time for a break” your voice mumbled into his neck, pressing kisses all over his face while his hands automatically went to your hips. he gave you more access to mark him up by tilting his head back, the action allowing you to nip and suck at as much of the skin on his neck as you desired. he finally snapped back to reality when you worked your way across his jaw, tightly gripping your hips and stopping your movements.

“can you wait just a bit longer baby? i’m so, so close to being done”

“seriously?” you groaned, pushing at his chest to stand up in front of him. “i’ve been waiting all day and when you finally get here you’re more focused on this stupid fucking computer than me. you can take a break y’know? Seungcheol always does- he lives his life and is still good at his job.”

joshua’s ears perked up at the mention of his coworker, immediately tuned in to whatever you were upset over today.

“maybe i should just call seungcheol up actually- he’d fuck me when i want and still work hard enough to buy me everything too.”

before you knew it you were being shoved onto his desk, one of his hands holding you in place by the neck.

“what did you just say?” he scoffed, his other hand making quick work to unbutton your pants. “what, you go a few hours without a dick stuffed inside you and you forget where you belong?”

shoving your pants down, joshua barked out a laugh at the sight of a wet spot already forming on your underwear.

“are you always ready to get fucked or have you been acting like a bitch in heat all day? thinking too hard about your cunt being filled up that you forget to use your manners?”

you coughed when he finally removed his hand from your neck, choosing to grip your waist instead while he teased your clit over your panties.

“you really think anyone else would keep a brat like you?” he whispered into your ear. “everything you’re wearing- your top, your earrings, the pretty bra that cups your tits- it’s mine. that means you’re mine too” joshua spat, ripping off the cloth that covered your cunt.

you yelped at his sudden aggression, too distracted by the way his eyes zoned in on the way you clenched around nothing to notice the pain that bloomed from his display of strength.

joshua quickly stuffed two of his fingers into your cunt just as you opened your mouth to respond, the only noise coming from you being a loud moan of his name.

“that’s right princess, you’re all mine” he muttered, completely transfixed by the way your walls squeezed his fingers. were you always this tight or had it really been that long since he’d been inside you? “how am i supposed to fill you up if you’re this fucked over a couple of fingers baby?”

“p-please joshie i can take it! need you so bad” you cried, hands shooting to grip at the wrist that was pumping his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace.

joshua’s thumb rubbed your clit as he hummed in response, completely ignoring your words while he worked to bring you towards your release. “can you cum for me princess? wanna see your dirty little pussy cream around me”

you screamed at his words, tears falling from your eyes when he began to hit the spongy spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “c-cumming ‘shua” you mumbled, body spasming as your orgasm washed over you.

pulling his fingers out of you, joshua landed a quick slap against your clit, laughing when your whole body jerked at the action. he unzipped his slacks and gave his cock a few pumps before taking a seat in his chair once more, patting his lap to indicate where you belonged.

like a puppet you moved towards him, his hands guiding the tip of his cock through your folds before sinking your cunt onto him. you both groaned at the feeling, his dick filling you to the brim

joshua allowed you a few minutes to adjust to the feeling, waiting until you settled to begin typing away once more.

“w-what are you doing?”

“you’re gonna sit here and wait ‘til i finish everything if you wanna cum on my cock tonight, ‘kay?” he spoke, the smile on his face unfitting for the filthy words he uttered. “now be a good girl and just wait a bit longer.”

LOVERS HURRICANE

Genre: angst, smut || Joshua is crying, reader and Joshua are arguing, sex, kissing MINORS DNI

Pairing: Joshua x fem!reader

Summary: your boyfriend is busy and when he finally has time to have dinner together with you, you want to break up with him. There is not a chance, that he will let you go.

Notes: another older fic of mine, i wanted to share. Any kind of hate messages will get blocked

Tags: @onlyseokmins 🩷

Before you and Joshua started your relationship, you have been friends. But Joshua developed feelings for you in time and wanted to try it with you. In the end you said yes and everything was working out really well.

Until he got more and more busy and you didn't see him that often anymore. Once Joshua joked about being scared you're losing the hots for him and now? After a month of barely talking to each other, you were sitting in his apartment having dinner together and no one said a word.

When he greeted you, he didn't even kiss you and sex? The last time you were touching each other was a long time ago. You were understanding, that was not the point but you started to question why he wanted this relationship, if it would turn out to be like that.

"Are you saying something or? Because if we're playing strangers I can go home after this and spend my time more meaningful." You didn't mean to say something like this but it pissed you off.

Joshua looked at you with a shocked expression, his bambi eyes growing big. He stopped eating and looked at you sadly.

"What do you mean with more meaningful? Are you seeing someone else? Did you find someone?" His voice was filled with pain, yes that's how it sounded to you.

"Maybe someone else would at least try and talk to me despite being busy. Maybe I would get at least a phone call or something..how often did i call you? You didn't even feel the need to call me back..or when I texted you,you didn't even bother to text me back..i had to ask Jeonghan about you."you spat out your words in anger.

"What do you want me to do? To quit my job? To leave the group?" Joshua said bitterly.

"No, that's not what I'm trying to say. I think - i think we should-"

"Don't you dare to say it..Don't you fucking dare to say it y/n."

This was the first time you saw Joshua close to crying. He felt hurt and desperate, he loved you too much, he could never imagine breaking up with you. And it did hurt him even more that you were the one thinking about it. He felt sorry and fuck he wanted to call you and hear your voice, he wanted to see you, to touch you and to feel you. But he was tired, so fucking tired and when he woke up he already had the next schedule.

"Then what do you want Joshua? I'm not alone in this relationship, there's always two people involved.But in that case.."

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry I never called you back..i'm sorry for being tired and busy..i'm sorry,i'm sorry.So so sorry." When Joshua said these words he was on his knees, his head in your lap and desperately holding on to you. His body was shaking.

"Don't leave me,please don't leave me.I love you so much,i need you.just don't leave me." He begged you and it hurt your heart to see him like this.

Now you felt bad, you felt selfish.

Your hands found his head, your fingers gently running through his soft hair.

"Shhh,it's okay..I won't leave you,I'm here okay?" He nodded his head and held onto you even tighter. You could feel your jeans getting wet from his tears.

After a while he dared to look at you. You softly cupped his cheeks and cleaned his tears gently with your thumbs. Then you leaned down to kiss his cheeks, his nose and then his mouth.

"Kiss me more, i missed your kisses.please kiss me more." He plead

You kissed him and then he pulled you down to the floor to him,he somehow managed to be on top of you and deepen the kisses. You welcomed his tongue and sucked on it, he moaned into your mouth followed by a whimper.

"I'm going to make love to you,I'm going to show you how much I love you. How much you mean to me." He said in between kisses.

And then he kissed down your neck, to your jawline until he reached down and took off your shirt. He kissed your tits,your stomach and then he took off your jeans. He kissed your clothed pussy and let his finger ghost over the wet patch that has formed on your underwear.

"I missed having you like this,god i missed it so much.i'm so sorry baby." Then he took off your underwear and kissed your pussy. He spread your legs a little more and licked a long stripe along your folds.

Joshua took his time, he sucked on your clit and then he practically started slurping while eating you out. You moaned his name and then he reached up to take your hands in his interlacing his finger with yours.

"Shua,baby..it's been too long,I'm close." You cried out.

Delving his tongue into your pussy once again, then he let go one your hands rubbing your clit. You could feel your orgasm approaching, you were seeing stars as you coated his mouth and his chin with your juices.

When you came down from your high, you had to catch your breath.

While Joshua collected your juices on his tongue and made his way back up to you, there he kissed you, making you taste yourself.

"Take off your clothes." You said while trying to open his jeans. Joshua leaned back, sitting on his knees and did as you told him. He got up from the bed and pushed his jeans and boxers down. Then he crawled between your legs and positioned himself there. The head of his cock brushed your folds while he sucked hickeys into your skin.

Then he finally entered you and when he said he wanted to make love to you, he meant it. It felt so intimate, passionate and tender. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, his quiet moans in your ear.

"I love you, I love you so so much. Please stay with me." Joshua whispered while he was thrusting into you in a slow but deep rhythm.

"I love you too,I won't go anywhere.I'm here.."

For a few minutes there was nothing heard besides skin on skin and breathy moans. Joshua was never the loudest in bed but when you clenched around his cock, it was the loudest moan you have ever heard from him. His hips started to stutter and you knew he was close. You reached down to your pussy and started rubbing circles on your clit but Joshua stopped you and exchanged your fingers with his.

"Come with me, baby. Let's cum together."

And the two of you did cum together. Joshua's hot cum painted your walls and you moaned each other's names mixed with i love yous.

Joshua held you tight in his arms, like he was scared you would run away. He was kissing your shoulder with his soft lips and yet again he told you he was sorry.

"I'm sorry too, because I feel like I was being selfish..I didn't mean to,really.

"You don't have to be sorry about anything..i should have talked to you but instead i pushed you away. I never wanted you to feel like i didn't love you."

You turned around to face him and caressed his cheek softly. Joshua was everything to you and you just wanted the best for him.

"If you're busy,i can understand but please talk to me, i want to be here for you and take care of you.i love you more than anything." You told him.

He pulled you closer to him and somehow the two of you fell asleep.

The next morning when you woke up, you were so sure he was gone again and the bed would be cold. But Joshua was still beside you, he was not holding you anymore but he was there sleeping peacefully. So you turned around to watch him. His pouty lips that were so beautifully shaped, his cute nose, everything about him was beautiful.

You felt bad again because of yesterday, when you told him about breaking up and you felt like crying when you remembered that he cried because of you. You laid your head on his chest and he stirred in his sleep, he put his arm around you and you snuggled closer to him.

"Good morning my love." He said in his deep sleepy morning voice.

"Good morning baby." You said and kissed his chest. "You're here,I thought you had work."

"It's my first day off in a while, why do you think I invited you over, hm? I want to spend the day with you."

You leaned up and kissed him then he pulled you on top of him. It turned into a little make out session but then he rested his forehead against yours and his fingers were ghosting over your thighs.

"How about we sleep some more? And then we can have breakfast and do whatever you want, how does that sound?" Joshua asked you softly.

"That sounds like a really good plan. But let me stay on top of you." You insisted.

He chuckled and told you it's fine.

Then the two of you went back to sleep and enjoyed each other's company as much as possible.

All the Little Things (Come Shining Through)

➳ lee seokmin x f!reader

➳ summary: seokmin loves helping you out! he loves taking care of you! whether it be making you yummy food when you're sick or helping you reach for things, he loves helping you! so when he walks in on you shaving your legs, you really shouldn't have expected him to do anything other than offer his help.

➳ wc is approx 11.8k

➳ tags/warnings: friends to lovers, roommates to lovers. resolved pining, mutual pining. acts of service are his love language! top!seokmin, bottom!reader; service!top!seokmin. multiple orgasms, oversensitivity, pussy lover dk. fingering, eating out, mating press. bathroom and bed sex. dk's dirty talk includes lots of praise, he loves you!!! and you're gonna know it!!! petnames (baby, good girl, princess, sweetheart). razor and shaving talk, talk of body hair. talks of him listening to you masturbate, of him being a perv (sorry). big!dick!seokmin! banter and teasing, sex with light-hearted moments in between. they are in LOVE!!! and everyone probably knew except them tbh.

➳ author's note: lmk if i missed any tags! i hope y'all enjoy bc i certainly enjoyed writing it ^^ not proofread. mdni. thank you for @bitchlessdino and @himbocoups for helping me with the title!!! i really appreciate it ^^

People never seemed to believe you when you would say that you and Seokmin were just friends.

You knew what it looked like from the outside. Him, draped over your back, nuzzling into your neck; you, running to his side, wrapping your arms around his and squeezing. Him always turning to you first, holding his hand out to help you climb stairs; you watching him light up the room with his laughter and voice.

On the inside it was different. Because on the inside, for you, Seokmin wasn't just a friend.

His nuzzles made your heart flutter and tummy turn; whenever he offered you his hand you couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful his seemed, daydreaming of a day where the two of you would wear matching rings.

Seokmin was your first thought of the day and your last. The last thing you always did was send him a text good-night; the first, you'd check your phone for any messages from his. Whenever you caught sight of a flower you'd crouch down before it, trying to get the perfect angle to send him. Whenever you had something particularly good to eat you'd file it away at the corner of your mind, wanting to share it with him.

In this ever-changing world there were no constants; nothing was promised. No guarantee of two days of sunshine, no promise of a winter snow. But every day, for you, was constant in that every single day you was fully, entirely, wholly, incredibly in love with Lee Seokmin.

Nevertheless you'd swallow of that down, trying to hide your lovesick smiles and yearning eyes. For years you had succeeded, your love for him never-changing and always evolving to accommodate Seokmin was he grew from gangly teen to muscled man.

But sometimes --

Sometimes he did things that made you wonder.

You grabbed your plastic cup, holding it up to the bath faucet and filling it. The bathtub was cold beneath your thighs, you having changed into shorts and rolled them up, baring your legs to the world.

Once your leg was wet, having dumped the cupful of water, you grabbed exfoliating cloth. Adele sang from your phone as you scrubbed at your skin, your voice soft as you accompanied her.

You grabbed your shaving cream, squeezing it out onto your hand. The front door to the apartment opened and you paused, listening. And then Seokmin's voice, loud and clear, joined Adele's in harmony, and you resumed your task.

Your back was turned to the bathroom door, but you still knew when Seokmin appeared. Maybe it was from being in love with him for so long, but whenever he was near your body seemed to realize it before your mind ever did, as if it was in tune to him and reacted like a flower did the sun, constantly turning towards it.

He had paused his singing, but resumed once he found you in the bathroom. His voice bounced off the walls, surrounding you. "We were born and raised in a summer haze ~ bound by the surprise of our glory days."

You hum with him, slathering your legs with the cream. Seokmin stops belting, singing softly. He presses himself against your back, knees knocking against you, hands settling on your shoulders. "Whatcha doing in here?"

You twist your leg, making sure you covered behind your knee with the shaving cream. You often forgot about that area in particular, finding the hairs later in the night when you're in bed and cursing yourself for not being more aware.

"Shaving," you replied, spreading the cream over your knee. "It's that time of the week, Seokie."

Seokmin hummed, forefingers tapping against your shoulders to the beat of the song. "I don't think I've ever like, seen you shave."

"Well, usually I do it when I shower." You finish up spreading the shaving cream, flicking the excess into the tub. "But I showered yesterday and I don't really feel like showering today, you know?"

Seokmin made a noise of agreement. Then he ducked his head, bending. His sharp nose pressed into your hair; you could feel him inhale against your head. "Hm. Your hair smells good still."

"Still?" You parrot back, twisting to look at him. He's smiling softly, all golden skin and sweetness, so brilliant with his existence that you swear you'd need to start wearing sunglasses around him. "Are you suggesting my hair has ever smelled bad?"

Seokmin grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. He tapped at his chin in thought. "Hm. I feel as if answering this may end up with me having no roommate."

"That's what I thought." You gesture towards the counter behind him. "Can you turn off my music if you're gonna stay? Or at least turn it down. So I can hear you."

"No one has ever suggested they can't hear me before," Seokmin returned. But he did as you said, turning down the volume.

He watches, knees pressing against your back once more, as you pick up your razor. You slide off the case protecting the blade.

"Is shaving your legs hard?"

You shake your head. Then you're extending your leg across the tub, settling your foot on the opposite ledge. "It's just taxing, you know? It can get exhausting if you're standing while you do it. Plus if you shower while you do it you also risk the water going cold. And you can't really see behind your knee or other places, so you have to be careful to get them."

Seokmin was quiet. Then, "can I try?"

You pause from where your blade was pressed against your skin. Then you twist up to look at him, peering with narrowed eyes. "What?"

Seokmin shifted, biting down on his lip. He hadn't taken off his outside clothes, still dressed in a slightly too-large hoodie and baggy pants. His glasses were perched on the edge of his nose, making him all the more endearing.

"Can I shave your legs?"

You consider him for a moment. He had never asked before; no one ever had. All your life you had shaved your own legs, your own body. Someone else doing it was awfully intimate, you thought. Them wielding a blade, pressing it against your skin.

It was a form of trust. Trusting him to not hurt you; letting him run his hands over your legs, letting him close.

Shamefully your body reacted at that. Your heart sped in your chest, and a rush of heat traveled to your cunt and warmed it.

You shifted, fighting to ignore how the movement stimulated your cunt. "I mean. Don't you think it's gross?"

"What would be gross about it?" Seokmin cocked his head to the side, a gentle smile on his face. "It's just hair."

"So it is," you return, feeling a grin of your own stretch over your lips. You drop your leg from the ledge. "Go change into clothes you don't mind getting wet, Seok."

He's still grinning when he leaves the bathroom, his hands already pulling at the hem of his hoodie to pull it off. You can't help but stare after him until he rounds the corner, the image of his smooth back burnt into your mind.

You press your hand to the cold bath tile. Okay. Seokmin was going to shave your legs. He was going to have a hand on your leg, at least one; he was going to be close. He was going to be kneeling before you, maybe sitting. His eyes would be level with your knees, maybe even -- maybe even your cunt.

The thought of him sitting before you, level with your cunt, sent sparks through you, heat traveling through you and settling deep. Your cunt reacted, clenching, and when you shifted you could feel the little trickle of wetness leak from it.

Fuck. Fuck! Seokmin was doing something out of the purity of his heart, with sweet and innocent intentions, and here you were turning it into something perverted and filthy.

But still: Lee Seokmin sitting before you, level with your cunt, peering up at you with wide eyes. Him serving you, even just by shaving your legs.

Seokmin reappeared. He changed into shorts, bare feet slapping against the floor. He wore a white tank top, showing off his sun-kissed skin, strong shoulders and thick bicecps. You really couldn't help but stare, eyes traveling over him.

The way his tank clung to his chest, outlining his breasts. The way the straps of his tank top hung loosely to his shoulders, revealing smooth skin, the sharp edges of his collarbone. His sleeveless arms, thick with muscles and veins protruding when he reached out. Long legs on display, the long line of his neck shown off by the steep collar of the shirt.

And of course his face. His dark twinkling eyes and noble nose, strong jaw and high cheekbones. His large smile and how it sparkled.

Seokmin climbed into the tub, careful not to trip on you. He stood before you, grinning triumphantly. "There! All comfy cozy and ready to shave!"

You laughed, reaching out and softly kicking his shin with your toes. "Okay, Seok. Why don't we turn on the faucet, you'll need to rinse out the razor."

Seokmin flipped on the faucet, letting it trickle. Then he climbed down to sit on the floor of the tub, smiling up at you. He kicked at your foot in return. "Razor, sweetheart."

You handed him your razor, watching as he carefully slid the protective sleeve. "God, Seokmin. You've really got big ass feet."

He gasped, setting the sleeve on the tub edge. "You're so mean! Here I am, shaving your legs, and you're making fun of me!"

You extended your leg, resting it beside him. Seokmin took initiative, wrapping his hand around your ankle, ignoring the shaving foam that transferred to his hand from the action. He lifted your foot, using his free hand to tug up his shorts as to not get the foam on them, settling your foot on his thigh.

"Don't worry Seok," you wiggle your toes against his skin. He grinned up at you, reaching out and running the razor under the water. "You've got cute big ass feet."

He laughed, loud and bright. Seokmin set the razor against the bottom of your ankle, and slowly, carefully, he ran it up your leg.

You watched as he moved his hand back to the faucet, running his thumb downward on the razor, collecting your hairs from it. It was weirdly intimate, watching him clean your razor from your leg hair.

He moved his hand back to your leg, veins on his arms flexing as he took care not to be rough with you. You ran your eyes over him. His shorts were pushed up, revealing his plush golden thighs. You shifted your fingers against the edge of the tub. You wanted to reach out and settle your hand against his thigh, to feel his muscles and thickness.

Seokmin was extremely careful with you. He kept a steady grip on your leg and razor. Every so often Seokmin would lower his fae to your leg, looking over it to make sure that he hadn't missed a hair.

"This is kinda fun," Seokmin murmured, glancing up at you, "taking care of you like this."

You grinned down at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he returned. He clean the razor, rotating your leg against his thigh. You pushed against his thigh a little; he squeezed your ankle in return. Seokmin began working at the side of your leg. "I don't know. It feels like -- I don't know. I just like taking care of you. Even like this."

You don't really know what to say to that. Seokmin was, everyone could agree, extremely sweet. There was no disagreement about that.

But his sweetness was both horrible and wonderful for you and your heart. He made you swoon and your heart race, made you want to reach out and throw your arms around him and press your mouth to his. His words and actions were dangerous -- they made you want to risk it all.

I just like taking care of you.

Sometimes they made you wonder.

Seokmin hummed along to the music, faint in the background. "Do you remember when you got sick? That time when you couldn't move?"

You sighed, rolling your eyes at the memory. "Wow. Thanks for bringing that up, Seok."

"No!" His eyes went wide, puppy-like. "No! I only mean -- when I made you that big pot of samgyetang? And I helped you wash your hair, and went and got you medicine?"

You frowned at the memories of that horrible week. "I'm sorry you had to do that, Seokmin. I feel bad making you --"

"No!" He cried out again, shaking his head. He set the razor down on the tub floor, wetting his hand under the faucet and using it to wipe down the leftover foam from where he had finished shaving. He picked back up the razor again, lowering his face to the space beneath your knee, intent on getting the few hairs leftover.

"I didn't mean it like that, sweetheart," Seokmin mumbled. He glanced up between you and your leg. "I didn't. I just brought it back up because I just wanted to say that I like taking care of you. Getting medicine, making you soup, shaving your legs. I don't mind it. Really, baby. I like taking care of you. I like it."

All air seemed to leave you; your brain flat-lined. It was like the whole universe just disappeared and nothing existed out of you, the bathroom, and Seokmin.

"Seok," you breathed, unable to really say much else. You wanted to say a million words, wanted to take the leap from off the cliff and into his arms. But how could you, when you were still unsure that he would be at the bottom to catch you? How could you when, despite all his sweet words, you didn't know the true color of them, whether they were painted in the gentle shades of friendship and platonic love or whether they mirrored yours.

He bit down on his lip, not looking at you. He moved your leg, extending it up and out. Seokmin rested your leg on his shoulder, giving him easier access to the space behind your knee.

Your shorts shifted, the movement catching Seokmin's eyes. You felt heat rush to your face. Ignoring him, you hurriedly smoothed your shorts back down, tugging them lower and concealing your inner thighs.

Seokmin went back to shaving. He gently pressed the razor to your skin, take care not to hurt you. Your gaze smoothed over the positioning of his fingers against the razor, over his strong forearms.

You wanted him. You wanted Lee Seokmin like flowers wanted sun and rain, like mountains wanted the sky, desperately rising over the horizon and kissing it.

It was horrible, you couldn't help but think. All this time being committed to Seokmin, being devoted to your friendship. Years of loving him, from the slope of his nose to his barking laughter; years of repressing it, content to just be at his side even as he held the hand of another.

You were content, you would tell yourself. You were -- you would say, watching as Seokmin looked at another with stars and suns in his eyes -- satisfied with this, with sharing memories and wishing to share a future with him, even if it meant one shrouded in friendship.

You were content with his friendly affections, you'd tell yourself. You were glad to know that every passing hug, cuddle, his sweet little kisses pressed to your cheek were all borne from the kindness of a close friend.

But your traitorous heart stammered and stormed in its trap, calling out. You weren't content. You weren't content with just staying at his side as a friend, you weren't content with knowing that one day you would watch him give his entire heart to another and you would be no one but a dear friend, a footnote in his life.

It was cruel, you thought, watching as Seokmin gently turned your leg, looking for any more stray hairs. It was cruel to love someone so kind and genuine, so sweet and honest.

"There," he announced, squeezing your leg. Seokmin smiled toothily up at you. "All done with this leg! You're as smooth as a rock, I'd say."

You raised your eyebrows in recognition. "Yeah? You reckon?"

"I reckon so," Seokmin returned. He placed the razor on the bathtub ledge, far from you. He then, softly, gently, fervently, ran his hand along your leg. He hummed, his eyes downcast, watching as his own fingers slowly mapped out your leg.

You swallowed, heart in your throat. His touch was horrific.

His touch made you yearn and lust in turn. You wanted his touch against you all the time, wanted to feel his hand in yours. You wanted to be able to grab his hand and run your fingers over his. You wanted his fingers to travel over your leg, up and up and up; to push beneath your shorts, to press against your panties and claim your cunt as his.

Then, nightmarish, as if it had come out of your most horrid dreams, you felt warmth flood through you, felt your wetness trickle out of your cunt and stain your panties.

A moment, and then you realized, with great horror, that you could smell it. Your shorts did nothing to hide your smell, as baggy as they were. You could smell your cunt through your panties and shorts, and you, with your stomach churning and rising into your throat, knew that there was no way Seokmin wouldn't smell it.

His dark eyes glanced up to you.

Immediately you withdrew, pressing your hands against the edge of the tub. You moved your leg from his shoulder, refusing to look at him, heart hammering and twisting and you knew you would have to move out. You would have to move from your apartment, from your city. There was no way you could face your friends again, let alone Seokmin.

Fuck -- what about your parents? They knew Seokmin; they loved him. They always asked after him, always so openly adored him. What would they do when you told them you no longer could see Seokmin, when you told them that the reason was because you were stupidly horny for him, that your lust ruined years of friendship.

"I think I'll finish later," you murmured, still not looking at him. "Sorry."

Then Seokmin was throwing himself forward, knees clanging against the tub. He wound his arms around your waist, stilling your movement, keeping you on the edge of the tub.

Surprised, you looked down at him and met his eyes. They were impossibly round, like saucers. He held the universe in his eyes, and you wanted to drown in it. "Y/n," he began, his chest against your knees; you could feel him breathing against your legs. "Wait. I need to tell you something."

Your heart leapt and fell in the same second, as if you had jumped for joy and instead found the earth had disappeared beneath you. "Seok, really --"

"No!" He pouted, pressing himself closer. He peered up at you, incredibly sweet. "It's important."

You wet your lips. Then you settled your hands over his arms, squeezing gently. "Okay."

Seokmin took a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut. But then he looked you in the eye, flicking his head to keep his bangs from obscuring his view of you.

"I -- I'm a horrible person."

You blinked once; twice; thrice. "What?"

He let out a loud groan, the noise echoing aruond the bathroom. He burrowed forward, forcing your thighs apart and placing his face against your stomach. Instinctively you settled your hand on his head, fingers carding through his hair. "Seokmin, you're not a bad person --"

"I am," he insisted, sharp nose pressing against your tummy. "I'm horrible. I've been lying to you this entire time."

You grew alarmed, brows furrowing. You tugged on his hair, trying to get him to show his face, but he resisted, whining. "Seokmin, you've got to be more clear with me. I don't understand what you're saying, sweetheart."

He whined again. "I wanted to shave your legs!"

You tilted your head, confused. "I mean -- yeah? It's not like you ask to shave someone's legs without wanting to? Like, it's really an intimate activity, I reckon, so --"

Seokmin groaned. "Baby," he said, shifting so he could peer up at you. He was pouting still, and you couldn't help but move your hand from his hair to his face, cupping his cheek. "That's not what I meant."

"So say what you mean, Seok," you murmured. "I can't understand you if you beat around the bush. Just because we've been friends for years doesn't mean I can read your mind all the time."

Seokmin nodded, tangling his fingers in the fabric of your shirt. He pulled at it, twisted it. "I wanted to shave your legs because it gave me an excuse to be with you."

"Seok --"

"Wait," he rushed on, dark brown eyes pleading. "Don't -- let me just talk, okay? Even if you don't understand."

At your nod, he carried on. He kept one of his arms around you, the other still messing with your shirt. "I -- I wanted to shave your legs because I like doing things for you. Not because we're friends -- well, I mean, of course we're friends, but I don't do it just to be -- you know, friendly. I mean, I'd make soup for any friend who's sick, yeah. But do you think I'd get in the bathtub to shave their legs?

"Like -- I wanted to be close to you, I wanted to do something for you. I wanted to -- to touch you, Y/n. I -- I'm horrible like that," he added, voice softer. "I'm horrible because I -- I've been taking advantage of you. When you were sick I pretended I was your boyfriend taking care of you, and when you ask if I could bring you something at work I pretend that I'm your boyfriend doing little errands.

"And -- and when I asked to shave your legs, it was just because I wanted to touch you and touch your legs. And like yeah, I did want to help you with shaving but that's because I love spending time with you and being with you and helping you. I love helping you reach things, I love it when you let me hug you when we're around our friends, I love it when you let me do weird stuff like shaving your legs, and I --

"I'm in love with you," he finished, voice going quiet.

For a moment the two of you were still. Your hearts didn't beat, your minds went silent; you wouldn't be surprised if even your blood stopped flowing.

"Seok," you breathed, eyes wide. You trapped his face between your hands, held the entire universe between your two mortal hands. "Seok -- I've liked you ever since you drove through the rain to get me from my campus dorm during the beginning of spring break. I've been in love with you ever since you invited me to that little painting activity at Minghao's job."

Seokmin's eyes were wide. "That's -- that was so long ago --"

"Do you remember? Do you remember that you got paint on your nose, and I pointed it out? And you laughed, and that was it."

"That was it?" He echoed, reverent. "I felt so guilty after, Y/n. I had pretended it was a first date, that you had -- that we were on our first date."

You laughed softly, a calm sort of excitement coursing through you. It was odd, how keyed up and in tune to Seokmin you were; but at the same time you felt serene, as if you had finally found the last puzzle piece to something you had been working on for years, and you were about to put it in place and step back to admire it.

"I would've said yes," you said, hands shifting on his face. You brushed your fingers over the shell of his ear, just marveling in the feeling of his skin beneath your fingers. "If you had asked, then. I would've said yes. I never would've imagined you had liked me all that time ago."

Seokmin huffed a laugh, as if he was in disbelief. "For me it was when we went to that flower festival. Remember? It was me and you and Jeonghan and Joshie. And you had stopped to take a picture of the flowers -- they were yellow tulips -- and then you put your phone down and you just looked at them, as if they were the most gorgeous things in the universe, and I just couldn't look away from you.

"I still can't stop looking at you," he carried on, swallowing. "Ever since then I haven't been able to look away."

Your eyes stung, your heart sang. You sunk your fingers into his wavy dark hair, thumbing at the strands. "All this time?"

"Of course," he said, brows pinched at the center. "How could I not have been in love with you?"

You barked out a harsh laugh, taking your hand away from his hair. You pressed it against your eyes, trying to force your tears away. "Fuck. Fuck. All this time -- I thought you had wanted to move in with me because you didn't have a choice, because Josh had moved out."

He sighed, reaching up. Seokmin took your hand in his, squeezing gently. "Never. Living with you has been one adventure after another, Y/n. And each single one had the best endings because you were there."

"Seok." It was like his love was water and your heart was a cup, overflowing with it. "I'm in love with you."

He laughed, and then Seokmin rose to his knees fully. He unwound his arms from around you, cupping your cheeks between his large hands. You let him guide your head down, eyes fluttering shut before his lips even met yours.

Seokmin kissed you with confidence, any insecurities he must have felt having left him as soon as you affirmed your feelings for him. His mouth was insistent against you, kissing you as if this, too, was another way for him to show his adoration and love for you.

Your hands went to his shoulders, grabbing. You twisted the fabric of his tank top in your hands, nails scraping lightly against his tanned skin when his tongue skimmed along your lower lip.

He pulled back slightly. "I love you. You're so beautiful. I love you."

You used your grip on his shirt to guide him back to your mouth, tongue rolling into his mouth. Seokmin let you lead, let you slide your tongue against his, let you suck on his lower lip.

When the two of you parted both of you were breathing heavily, gasping for air. He pressed his nose against yours, bumping gently, the small action making your heart flutter.

Seokmin fell back to his knees, hands resting gently on top of your knees. He traced figures into your skin as he looked at you, dark eyes flickering over your face, memorizing you.

You couldn't help but just look at him back. His beautiful nose and lips, the beauty marks that decorated his face. His eyes, the way his bangs fell and covered his forehead. He was beautiful, even there, on the floor of the bathtub.

Seokmin sighed softly. He ducked his head, pressing a kiss to the kneecap of your unshaven leg. He ran his hand along your calf, uncaring of how the small hairs pricked at his fingers.

"I love you," you can't help but say, smiling down at him. "I love you, Seokmin."

He was quick to echo the sentiment, unwilling to let your words go without a response. Those three words were like a melody, and he refused to let it go without its harmony, refused to let them go unanswered.

Seokmin reached beside you, grabbing the can of shaving cream. His hands were large and long enough that they made the can seem small. "How much do I need?"

You settled your foot on his thigh, unreserved with your touch. "Just enough to fill your palm will be good."

The sound of the can spritzing out cream filled the air, and as soon as you saw just how much cream fit into his palm your eyes widened. His hands were large, of course, just like his feet and nose and - ahem, anyways. His hands were large, and filling his palm meant that he used a good amount of the shaving cream, more than you would need.

He laughed, swiping his finger through the cream. "It feels like a cloud."

"You wouldn't be able to actually feel a cloud," you murmured. "They're just made up of tons of little water drops. I think if you were to put your hand through it all that would happen is your hand would get damp."

Seokmin shot you a look. He rubbed the cream together then he began spreading it along your leg and knee. His touch was light, rubbing and massaging your leg, ensuring that every part was covered. "I didn't mean it literally. I know that I can't actually touch a cloud."

You hummed. "Well, first there's the problem of reaching it to consider."

"I'll eat tons of veggies and just grow super long legs," he logically explained. "Long enough that I can reach the clouds no problem."

"That brings two issues to the table, though." Seokmin turned on the bathtub faucet just enough to rinse off his hands, getting the shaving cream off. Once done he turned it off again, reaching for the razor. "First of all, how could we talk to each other if you're so tall so you could tell me what clouds feel like?"

Seokmin ducked his head, keeping an eye on his hand as he slid the razor against your leg, ankle to shin. "I'd take a walkie-talkie."

"Do walkie-talkies work so high up?"

Seokmin cocked his head, pausing. "Well. I could take a radio with me."

"Wait," you gasped, eyes wide. "We can just use our phones. I forgot that planes literally are at cloud level and you can call from planes. We're idiots."

"Idiots in love," Seokmin said, grinning widely, his eyes crinkling from the force of it.

You laughed. "Okay okay. Idiots in love, I suppose." Then you paused, furrowing your brows. "I just realized we totally confessed our love for one another, which we both had assumed was unrequited for at least four years, and you're back to shaving my legs."

Seokmin shrugged. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"I mean. It's sort of lackluster, isn't it? In the movies love confessions are usually met with, you know." You felt heat travel to your face, and you looked at your shampoo bottle across the tub.

"No, I don't know," Seokmin said, and you could hear the grin in his voice even if you couldn't see it. "You'll have to tell me, sweetheart."

You threw him a sharp look, ignoring how a smile of your own was growing. "You have to admit that shaving my legs after our confession is a little weird."

"I don't think it's weird," Seokmin said. "I'm not just shaving your legs. I'm shaving your legs with love."

"Funny," you said, voice dry, "I thought you were shaving them with shaving cream."

Seokmin snorted, a loud noise that had you immediately laughing, throwing your head back. He snorted again in between chuckles, leading to another bout of laughter that made you nearly slip from the edge of the bathtub, your grip on the ledge not as tight due to your laughter.

Immediately Seokmin was dropping the razor beside his leg, settling his large hands on your hips and steadying you. He was practically beaming at you, the sunshine on his face so bright that you could hardly stand to look at it for fear of going blind. You continued to look at him though, too caught in the radiance of Lee Seokmin to even think of looking away.

"Careful!" He chided you, hands squeezing. "Don't want my new girlfriend falling. Unless it's for me."

"Of course," you said, hands settling on his arms. "Naturally."

Seokmin hummed. He squeezed his hands around your waist once more, fingers playing with the flesh there, massaging it. "What was the other thing? You said you had two problems with me eating veggies."

"I didn't say that," you giggled, moving your hand up his arm and to his shoulder, slipping your fingers underneath the strap of his tanktop and pulling at it. "But, as I was saying, if you grow super long legs and go to touch the clouds, we won't be able to talk --"

"Which would suck."

"-- and," you continued, watching as you tugged at the strap, revealing more of his sun-kissed shoulder and collar, "we wouldn't be able to kiss."

He was quiet for a moment. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you breathed, taking in his body, how sturdy he seemed before you, how strong he was. "You'd be too high up. Wouldn't be able to reach your mouth."

"Fuck," he exclaimed, and then Seokmin was pressing his mouth to yours once more.

You inhaled sharply, arms winding around his shoulders. He kissed passionately, quickly, mouth never still for more than a moment, intent on marking your lips as his. Seokmin's hand went from your hip, smoothing over the skin of your bare thigh, fingers pressing against where your shorts had ridden up, bunched at the crease of your thigh.

"Y/n," he spoke against your mouth in a mumbled rush, your name the prayer of the worshiper before you, "can I -- you don't have to do anything, I just wanna feel you, I wanna touch you. Please, Y/n, please."

You nodded against him. His mouth claimed yours once more, claimed your lips and your breath and tongue, all as his, as if he hadn't had claim over your entire being for years, even if he didn't know it.

Seokmin's hands went to your shorts, and then you were lifting off of the ledge of the tub just enough for him to pull your shorts down your legs. You watched, with half of your mind present, as it slid alongside your leg with the shaving cream still smoothed over it, creating a mess of your shorts.

Seokmin's own clothes were getting covered with shaving cream, but he showed no sign of caring. He pressed close, one hand tangling in the back of your shirt, rucking it up and baring part of your back, his other hand gripping your thigh, thumb pressing into the flesh of your inner thigh.

"Let me," he begged, nose bumping into your cheek, spit smearing over your mouth, "let me touch you. I wanna touch your cunt, wanna see it. Please? Know you have a cute little cunt, a pretty little pussy just like the rest of you."

"Seok," you exclaimed. Or you tried to; your lungs seemed to have no air, and every word left your lips breathy, without any weight. "Seok, I want -- want you."

His fingers brushed over your cunt through your underwear and it was as if you had been electrocuted. Seokmin's touch sent a shock through you, your legs widening and head tipping back, unable to do anything other than offer your body up for him to devour.

Seokmin traced your cunt with his thumb, mapping it out. Once his thumb found your clit he let out a small, shaky laugh. Seokmin ducked his head, thumb pressing down against your clit, massaging it.

"Seokmin," you gasped, brows furrowing. He pressed his fingers against your hole, keeping his thumb against your clit. Despite the fabric of your underwear acting as a barrier he pushed his fingers in, cunt sucking and clenching greedily.

"It's okay sweetheart," he murmured, capturing your lips with his once more. You could barely kiss him, your mind not on his lips but his fingers as they pressed into you, as his thumb rubbed at your clit.

"You're beautiful," Seokmin whispered, hand leaving your cunt. You whined, a pout immediately pulling at your lips. Seokmin laughed softly, fondly, pressing his mouth against yours and kissing your pout away.

His hands didn't leave your cunt. He pulled at your underwear, fingers slipping inside. Seokmin sighed against your mouth, fingers slowly, gently, pressing into your hole, dipping into your cunt. His thumb, meanwhile, returned to your clit; he didn't press against it like before, instead tracing around it, thumb barely brushing over your clit as he focused on the area around it.

Your mouth fell open, brows furrowed, feeling something sting at the corners of your eyes. Soft little moans left your mouth, hips canting up into his touch, just as greedy as Seokmin was for him to claim you.

Seokmin's mouth wandered from your face to your neck. He pressed lingering kisses to your skin, teeth pulling and mouth sucking. Your mind seemed to whirl, trying to focus on the sensations of his mouth while also on his hand.

You felt surrounded by Seokmin. You felt as if he was taking you whole, despite him only using his hands and mouth.

"You sound so beautiful, you know that?" He said, teeth skimming along the place where your shoulder and neck met. "You -- don't be mad at me. But when you'd touch yourself I could hear, sometimes, and you always sound so beautiful, so gorgeous and tempting and I can't help but listen."

You moaned, not even in the presence of mind to think seriously of Seokmin's words. You heard him talk about listening, about how he liked to hear you touch yourself, and you couldn't help but think of it. Of your dildo deep in your cunt, trying to muffle your moans but Seokmin hearing them anyways, pressed against your bedroom door, listening.

"You're so beautiful 'n gorgeous," he babbled on, mouth hot against your skin. His fingers plunged into your cunt, two slowly burying themself in, stretching you out. Your cunt accepted them greedily, hips chasing after his fingers, trying to force them in.

Seokmin pulled away, leaning his head against your arm. He stilled his fingers inside of you, though his thumb still traced figures around your clit. "Fuck, you're an angel. You're so eager for me, aren't you? You want me. You want me."

You whined, grabbing at him. Seokmin let you, tilting his head towards your wandering hands as you sunk your fingers into his hair. "'course," you mumbled, one of your hands moving to the shell of his ear, tracing it. "'course I want you. I need you, Seokmin, need you."

Seokmin turned his head towards your hands, pressing his lips against your fingers. "Don't worry, princess. You've got me. You got me."

He buried his fingers the rest of the way into your cunt, eyes carefully watching your face for discomfort. It burned, slightly. His fingers were thin but the two of them were a stretch, but you knew -- just from glancing down at the large bulge in his pants -- he'd need to fit another in for you to even think of taking him.

Seokmin pulled his hand from your hip, and then he was putting that hand, too, down to your cunt. He hooked his fingers in your panties, using his long digits to pull it aside. He moved his thumb from your clit, replacing it with the one that had been on your body. Then he began shifting the fingers that were in your cunt, a third poking at your hole, searching inside of you.

You tried to center your attention on his hands, on how his dark brow furrowed with concentration as he tried to find your core. But his thumb felt so good as he rubbed at your clit, grinding down on it and making you want to ride his hand, toes curling. And the stretch of his fingers as he slid the third finger in felt so good, burned just enough for it to feel right.

You wanted and yearned and lusted and thirsted, and he was giving it to you.

"Seok --"

"Can you cum like this, baby?" He asked, dark eyes flicking up to yours. "Can you cum on my fingers, princess? I bet you can. You're always so good for me, yeah? Always so good to me. I know you can cum, yeah?"

He adjusted his fingers towards your front, and you couldn't help but press your nails into his shoulders as his fingers brushed against your core. The squelching of your cunt seemed loud, and combined with the warmth that flooded through your body at Seokmin's touch the music -- which still played from your phone -- went greatly unnoticed.

A few well-aimed thrusts with his fingers towards your core, the thumb of his other hand grinding down on your clit in tandem, and you were orgasming around him. You couldn't help but drape your body over his, relying on Seokmin's strength to keep you from falling.

He continued fucking you with his fingers as you came, his beautiful voice flooding your ears and mind. All you could think was him and his touch, even as your nerves exploded and, eventually after some time, mended.

Seokmin had slid his hand from your cunt, no longer stimulating your clit, in favor of wrapping it around you. He held you, up on his knees, face pressed into your neck. He was talking when you felt your mind return to your body, his voice sweet and beautiful.

"-- so beautiful, you know that? Sometimes when you smile at me I think that I'll die right then and there. Especially when you like, look up from what you're doing and stop doing it just to smile at me. Makes me feel special, you know?"

You laughed breathlessly against him. Seokmin stiffened for a moment, and then he was giggling along with you. "You okay, sweetheart?"

You nodded, pulling back. You took him in; the way his eyes lingered on you, his tongue running over his lips.

He shifted, his fingers inside of you following his movement. You winced, fingers flinching against his shoulders. "Shit -- sorry, princess."

Seokmin slowly withdrew his hand from within you. Despite of it all, despite having came only minutes before, when his fingers dragged against your walls you couldn't help but clench around them, hips grinding down on him.

Seokmin glanced up at you, eyes wide. You felt heat rush to your face, but you didn't look away. "I -- sorry."

"Why?" He demanded, hand settling on your thigh. "Can you -- do you think you can do it again?"

Your cunt clenched. You nodded, and Seokmin grinned blindingly. He stood tall above you, and for a moment your gaze lingered on the way his tank top hung from his torso, how his own shorts were bunched around his thighs and his dick was visible through them, large and long.

But then your eyes caught sight of the shaving cream stuck to his clothes. You glanced down your own body, and sure enough your shorts and legs were covered in shaving cream, made a mess by your impatient bodies.

You began giggling, leaning down and swiping your fingers through the shaving cream. You flicked it at Seokmin, the cream plopping against his shirt. "Before we go anywhere we need to leave our clothes in here. They're absolutely covered in shaving cream."

Seokmin giggled along, tangling with your own laughter and making it a melody. Then his hands were at the hem of his tank top, pulling, and all laughter ceased from you, eyes locked on him.

You watched, perhaps far too eagerly, as he lifted up his top. Your eyes were stuck on his figure, drinking in every single millimeter of sun-kissed skin he revealed. Seokmin was all lean angles, his stomach firm and shoulders broad, though his chest was soft.

"Stop looking at me like that," he laughed, flinging his tank top to his feet.

"And how am I looking at you, Seok?"

His fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts. Seokmin's ears were flushed with color, trying to hide the smirk that was slowly overtaking him from how he enjoyed the weight of your eyes on his body. "You're looking at me like I'm something you wanna eat."

"Hm," you hummed, eyes on his hips. He had wide hips, and when he began pulling down his shorts, revealing skin slightly paler than his arms, you couldn't help but suck in your lip in appreciation. "Wonder why I'd look at you like that, Seok."

His pants dropped to the floor of the bathtub, leaving Seokmin just in his black boxer briefs. They did nothing to hide the shape of his dick, and when he turned to drop and grab the razor he abandoned, putting it safely on the ledge of the tub, your eyes flicked down to his ass, appreciative.

Seokmin's eyes darted up to yours. Then he let out a surprised noise, hand reaching out and slapping your knee. "Stop looking at me like that!"

You laughed loudly, reaching for him. You looped your arms around his thighs, bringing him close. He let out a low, strangled sound as you pressed your face against his thigh, lips kissing the fabric of his boxer briefs. "Come on, Seokmin. Give me a break. You just said that you've been listening to me masturbate but I can't look at you and appreciate you?"

He huffed, hands coming to rest in your hair. Seokmin guided your head back, and you tried to ignore the large shape of his dick and how it grazed against your cheek.

"Fuck," he whispered, "you look beautiful like this."

You let out a breath of laughter, ducking your head and burying your face against his thigh again. And then you were pushing him back, rising from the edge of the bathtub.

Seokmin watched, just as greedily as you had, as you hooked your hands into the waistband of your shorts. You pushed them down, ignoring how they fell through the shaving cream still on your legs. You grabbed them, and, still bent, you began wiping at the rest of the remaining shaving cream.

"Wait." Seokmin's hands went to your shoulders, and then he was pushing you back up. He took your shorts before crouching down, his knees popping. Seokmin began wiping at your legs, your little dark leg hairs reemerging, triumphant at surviving another day without being shaved.

You tangled one of your hands in his hair, playing with the long strands. "Gosh, Seokie. You're gonna make me start to think that you like being on your knees."

He stopped, eyes wide as he looked up at you.

You laughed, your free hand going to cup his cheek. "You do. You like being on your knees for me, don't you?"

Seokmin huffed, tossing your shorts to join his discarded clothes. "Already said I like helping you."

You cooed, pinching his cheek. Then you withdrew, stepping out of the tub. You looked down at your shirt and gasped, pulling at it. "Oh no!"

Seokmin was at the edge of the tub in an instant, reaching for you. "What is it?"

"I've got shaving cream on my shirt, too," you said, despite there not being a single ounce of cream anywhere on your shirt. "I'll have to leave it in here, too, I guess."

Then you were tugging it up and off, throwing it into the bathtub. Seokmin's eyes were froze on your chest, drinking you in. The curve of your breasts, the line of your shoulders. The shape of your throat, the bend of your stomach.

You grabbed your phone, finally stopping the music -- You Found Me by the Fray. You pretended to frown, looking down at your phone screen. "Oh no, I've got a text from Jeonghan --"

"Like hell you do!" Seokmin said, jumping from the tub. He grabbed your phone, placing it on the counter. Then his hands were on your hips, pushing you from the bathroom and down the hall, ignoring the sound of your laughter as he directed you.

He lifted you up and threw you onto his bed, grinning as you laughed at his eagerness. You crawled up to the head of his bed, excitement shooting through you as you felt the bed dip from his weight.

Seokmin's hands went to your waist, and then he was flipping you over. He went to his knees between your legs, large hands going to your thighs and spreading them, letting him press closer. His dark eyes drank you in, as if you were a masterpiece hanging at the Met and not his friend and roommate and maybe-lover laying on his bed.

"You're perfect," Seokmin informed you, hands smoothing up your thighs. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear, raising his eyebrows in question. You lifted your lower half in answer, helping him guide your underwear the rest of the way down your legs.

Seokmin threw them down the bed, paying no attention to where they fell. His hands went back to your legs, running over both your freshly shaven leg and your hairy one all the same.

It was ridiculous, you thought, how his lack of preference sent a rush of warmth through you and wetness to your cunt.

His hands finished his journey at the apex of your thighs, thumbs pressing against the soft insides. Seokmin pushed them apart, baring your cunt, his eyes immediately transfixed on your pussy.

"Seokmin," you whined, squirming. "Stop staring at it like that."

He exhaled, biting down on his lip. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your cunt. "How about -- listen. I need to eat you out."

You sighed, throwing your head back against the pillows. They smelled like him, and coupled with his warm body against you, you felt surrounded by Seokmin. But you wanted more, you wanted his body actually on you, wanted to feel his weight covering you. "Seokmin, I want to feel you inside --"

"You will!" He interrupted, already lowering himself to the bed. He was golden, from his skin to his smile, gentle and reassuring. "I'll fuck you, princess, don't worry. I just want to taste you. Your cunt's so pretty, baby, I can't help it."

Then he was pressing his face down against your pussy, inhaling deeply as if you were a thousand-dollar bottle of perfume and not you, as if he was surrounded by flowers and not the smell of your pussy.

"You even smell good," he murmured, nose pressing against your mound. "Fuck. I knew you would, baby. I knew you'd smell good. Always smell so good, of course your pussy would smell pretty too."

"Seokmin," you whined, embarrassed. "Stop."

He breathed against your cunt once more, eyes fluttering. You were so embarrassed. It was your pussy he was smelling! Not some flower!

But Seokmin pressed his fingers to your cunt, spreading your lips apart. He groaned a little in appreciation. "Looks so good, baby."

You began to whine out his name again but the press of his fingers into your hole had you moaning, clenching around him. Three of his fingers worked into your hole, quicker than earlier do to you already being stretched. You couldn't help but groan all the same, eyes squeezing shut and toes curling, his fingers filling you so deliciously.

"Perfect," he mumbled. Then Seokmin was pressing his mouth to your clit, tongue lapping against it.

You let out a strangled noise, legs reflexively kicking out. Seokmin shifted, using his free arm to press you back down. "Careful, sweetheart."

Then he was licking back over your cunt, the sound of his mouth against your pussy lewd, making heat rush to your face and more of your pussy juices to flood out of you. He groaned, as if he was eating a first class meal instead of your cunt.

Seokmin worked his fingers in you slowly, rocking them back and forth, brushing the pads of his digits over your core. He was more focused on licking your pussy, his tongue running along his fingers and collecting your slick before returning back up to your clit.

He didn't eat you passionately, per say; though he was certainly eager. Seokmin ran his tongue along every inch of your cunt, exploring your crevices and folds, gathering your juices and returning to your clit to orbit it with his tongue, taunting you.

"Seok," you whined, face furrowed in a combination of arousal and irritation. "Please."

He hummed. Seokmin pressed his nose against your clit, tongue dipping into your hole as he slurped against you. When he spoke it was muffled, though he didn't care to take his face from your cunt -- from, as far as he was concerned, heaven. "Gotta use your words."

You moaned, legs kicking out. Seokmin pulled away, brow furrowed. His face was smeared with your juices, nose and cheeks and mouth and chin glistening with your arousal. He kept his fingers in you, though he stopped rocking them in your cunt. "Come on, baby. You always tell me to use my words, that we have to communicate if we want to have a good relationship."

You wanted to reach out and hit him. You had been talking about your relationship as roommates, talking about whose turn it was to take down the trash or get the mail. Not about him eating your cunt, not about his fingers wedged into your pussy down to the innermost knuckle.

"Seok," you whimpered, mouth pouting. "Seok, please."

"Say it, princess." He shifted his hand, using his free arm to press into the bed beside you, allowing Seokmin to hover over you. He lowered his face, breath warm against your mouth. "Gotta say it for me, baby. Please?"

You let out a small sob, looking up at him with wet eyes. "Please, Seokmin. I wanna cum, please."

He let out a little giggle, delighted. Seokmin bent down, pressing his mouth to yours, kissing your pout away. You couldn't help but gasp into it, the taste of your pussy on his lips.

"Good girl," he murmured before pressing one last kiss to your lips. Seokmin then made his way back down to your cunt, trailing kisses along your skin. Goosebumps rose on your arms as his mouth skimmed over your body, his lips pressing a fleeting kiss to each of your breasts, hand kneading at your hip.

Seokmin attached his mouth back to your clit, lips wrapping around the little bundle. He sucked at it, the sensation making your body jerk beneath him.

His fingers searched within you for a moment before he found your core once more. Seokmin began thrusting his fingers against it with precision, the sensation coupled with his tongue laving against your clit, sucking and licking and slurping, making you cry out, arching up from the bed.

"Seokmin," you cried, fingers fisting the blankets. Your legs tightened around him, Seokmin letting out a muffled moan as you squeezed him. You could feel it rising inside of you, like the wave of a tsunami; climbing and ascending, toes curling and body restless.

Finally the wave crashed against the beach and you came, orgasming around his fingers. You sobbed, mind going blank and heart so loud you could hear it roaring in your ears. Seokmin fucked his fingers into you continuously, unrelenting, ignoring your orgasming body.

You cried out his name, tears stinging at your eyes before they fell, sliding down your cheeks. Your body was electric, buzzing and filled with energy. Seokmin was doing anything other than soothe it, instead his mouth and fingers steadily working together to create more and more of it, thrusting you back up atop of that tsunami wave once more.

You kicked your foot out against him as you came down from your third orgasm of the day, his name leaving your lips in a loud whine. Seokmin finally pulled away, relenting; he gently eased his fingers from your cunt, pressed one last kiss to your cunt.

He laid his body on top of yours, a steady, grounding weight. He cooed at you, his large hand rising to your face and brushing away your tears. "It's okay, baby. It's okay. I got you, Seokmin's got you."

You grabbed at him, hands restless against his body. Seokmin pressed quick kisses to your face. "You did so well for me, princess. Did such a good job taking it."

You sniffled, and Seokmin tucked his head against your neck, muffling his laugh. "Don't laugh at me," you whined, hand weakly slapping his side. "You're mean."

Seokmin turned his head towards you, eyes sparkling fondly. "I'm not," he argued, though not convincingly. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, grabbing his hand. Seokmin laced your fingers together, thumb gently swiping over your skin. His fingers were thin and knobbly against yours, and you couldn't help but fixate on a little mole on one of his fingers.

"'m okay," you answered softly. "Just need a minute."

Seokmin hummed, pressing a kiss to your neck. He tucked his head back against you and, ignoring the situation, ignoring the press of his hard dick against your body and the stickiness coating your thighs, he began softly singing.

You brought his hand to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of it. His eyes sparkled as he watched you, the very picture of love. You couldn't help but smile back at him, content. "Hi."

He laughed softly. He then moved against your body, hands pressed to either side of you on the bed. Seokmin kissed your cheeks, his mouth trailing the path of your tears. "Can't believe you cried. Guess I'm just so good at eating you out that you couldn't help it."

You rolled your eyes, squeezing his hand in yours. "Whatever, Seok."

"Don't worry," he said, pressing a kiss to your lips. "You look very beautiful when you cry."

Seokmin then moved to the side, his body leaving yours. You shivered against the cold of the room, goosebumps rising, nipples pebbling. You watched, eyes taking in his long, lean body as he reached to the bedside table, pulling open the drawer.

He left the bed after retrieving what he was looking for. You watched, mouth watering, as he pushed down his boxer briefs. His cock sprang out, slapping against his stomach. Just as you had thought, his dick was huge. It was long and thick, and after a few strokes that had Seokmin hissing, a fat lob of precum leaked from the tip and onto the floor.

"I'll clean it later," he said, shoving his boxer briefs the rest of the way down. Seokmin released his cock to pull open the condom package. He began sliding it on, hand aruond his dick once more, but then stopped.

You glanced at him, raising your eyebrows. He whined, ears turning red. "Can you -- you know, look away?"

Bewildered, you propped yourself up. "What on earth do you mean?"

He whined again, pouting, his puppy-dog eyes begging. "It's weird when you watch me put it on."

Your mouth fell open. "Seokmin. You sound absolutely ridiculous. You're going to putting it in me and you're getting anxiety over me watching you put on a condom?"

Seokmin shot you a pitiful look. "Please? It's super weird.”

You sighed, but closed your eyes. Half a moment later he’s hopping back on the bed, making your eyes fly open. 

Seokmin is grinning down at you, as if he hadn’t spent the past hour fucking you, as if you weren’t about to continue said fucking. It made your heart flutter and skip, and you felt like a lovesick fool when you smiled back at him. 

Seokmin dropped a kiss on your forehead, and then he was kneeling back down between your legs. He placed his hands on your legs, squeezing gently. “You okay to keep going?”

You rolled your eyes. “Seok. You just made me look away so you could roll on a condom. Of course I’m okay to keep going, and as a matter of fact, I’d encourage it.”

He giggled, a boyishly cute thing that had heat flooding to your face. Seokmin then looped his arms underneath your thighs, and, slowly, as to not cause any unnecessary strain, he began pushing them up. 

“Tell me if you want to stop at any time,” he murmured, eyes meeting yours. “We can stop whenever you want. Just tell me, okay, princess?”

You nodded, humming. Your thighs were pressed against your chest, kept in place by the press of his body. “You too, Seok. If you want to stop just let me know.”

He huffed, rolling his eyes fondly and with a little grin. “As if. Been dreaming of this for years.”

“No more lurking outside my bedroom door when I fuck myself,” you said, raising your arms and tangling your hands in your own hair, pulling gently. Seokmin kept one arm wrapped around your thigh, keeping it pressed to your chest. His other hand went down to his cock and you couldn’t help but adjust yourself so you could watch as his large hand jerked his cock, the tip of it so close to your cunt. 

“No more listening while you fuck yourself,” he agreed. Seokmin moved closer, and you couldn’t help but clench in anticipation. “Relax, princess. Gotta be relaxed for me.”

You let out a deep breath, letting your head fall back to his pillows. “Well. You could keep listening, if you wanted. Could wait outside my door, listen to me fuck myself on my dildo. Wait until I’m crying and whining for you, then barge in and take over and show me how I should really be fucked.”

Seokmin let out a breath; the tip of his dick pressed against your cunt. “How do you deserve to be fucked, then?”

You hummed. Slowly Seokmin began to guide his dick inside of you. Immediately you felt the stretch; he was big. His dick felt huge inside of you, as if it was splitting you in two. 

You wanted it all. 

“Fuck me,” you whispered, biting down on your lip. For a moment you couldn’t think, distracted by the feeling of his dick in you, pressing deeper and deeper and deeper, forcing your walls to give around him and filling you. “Should be fucked like -- like ‘m precious or something.”

Seokmin hummed. The burn of his dick spreading you out slowly began to fade, and while it still persisted instead of being painful it felt delicious, a good sort of burn that made you want to buck up and force him in deeper, to take him. 

“You are precious,” he said. Seokmin took his hand off of his dick, satisfied that it didn’t need his guidance to fit the rest of the way inside of you. He looped his arm around your other thigh, and, in once quick, sharp movement, impaled his dick the rest of the way inside of you. 

You let out a strangled groan, arching up into him. Seokmin was flush against you, your ass against his thighs, his face next to yours. He reached and grabbed at your arms. You brought your hands down and he grabbed them, tangling his fingers in yours and pressing them against the bed. 

“Feel so good,” he mumbled, voice low. “Feel so good wrapped around my dick, squeezing it. You’re so good, princess. Feel so tight and warm.”

You sighed, squeezing around him. Seokmin squeezed your hands in return. Slowly he began to slide out, the feel of his dick against your walls making your toes curl and mouth fall open. It felt delicious and wonderful, and when he thrusted back into you you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. 

Seokmin reangled himself, and on the next deep thrust he was hitting your core. Your cunt clenched around him, dragging out a loud, deep moan from his mouth that had your toes curling once more. 

He began fucking you slow and deep, each roll of his hips satisfying. Seokmin’s dick was splitting you in half, and even though he was trying to be gentle the burn persisted. 

“Perfect,” he mumbled, pressing a sloppy kiss to your neck. Seokmin panted against your skin, the sound loud in your years and coupled with the sound of his thighs slapping against your ass, the squelching of his dick inside of you. “Sound so fucking perfect, feel so fucking perfect. You’re so good for me, baby, so good and sweet.”

You couldn’t help but whine at his words. Seokmin was a talker, and sex was no different. Even as he thrusted deep and took your breath away, he continued talking, sin practically pouring from his mouth. 

“Feel so tight around me,” he mumbled, moaning around his words. “Pretty little cunt so good. Sounds so good and sweet, wanna -- wanna keep fucking you, don’t ever wanna stop. Gonna make you cream around me, gonna fucking -- gonna fill you up, princess. Gonna fuck you until you’re crying, gonna fuck you until you can’t fucking take it --”

The tsunami grew once more, rising over your head. Seokmin bit at your throat and then you were orgasming, the crash of the wave loud in your ears. Just like before he continued fucking you, his thrusts unrelenting, his pace unwavering. 

“Sound so fucking beautiful,” he whined, dropping his head into your neck. “God! Sound so fucking pretty crying for me, princess. Sound beautiful, look beautiful. Look so beautiful creaming around my dick, crying like that. My dick make you feel good? Tell me, baby; tell me it makes you feel good.”

You sobbed, and you knew, despite his words, you probably looked absolutely horrible, tear tracks down your face and mouth parted wide. “Feels good! Feel good, Seokmin, feels so fucking good!”

He moaned, pace stuttering. For a moment Seokmin was still and, foolishly, you thought that was the end of it. 

Then Seokmin was releasing his grip on your hands entirely, leaving them bare and cold. He raised his torso off of you, sweat glistening. Seokmin’s hands went underneath your knees and then he was pressing them further up, not stopping until your knees were at your shoulders. 

“Seok --” You let out a strangled cry as he thrusted sharply into you, unable to form any coherent thought. “Seokmin --”

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned, voice deep and dark and making your cunt clench around his dick. 

Seokmin’s hands went to your hips, keeping them up. He began -- for a lack of a better word -- fucking you. Each drive of his cock inside of you had his balls and hips slapping against your ass, stinging; your cunt frantically clenched and quivered around him, each squeeze drawing a loud moan out of his mouth. 

“Good pussy,” he praised, breathless. He was beautiful above you, bangs pressed to his forehead, brow furrowed in concentration as he chased and chased his own climax, desperation taking over him. “Such a good fucking pussy, such a good cunt for me.”

Another orgasm crashed down on you, the sound of your sobs and cries loud in your own ears. Your nerves were on fire and the orgasm, the waves, weren’t putting them out. Instead they were inflaming them, every inch of your body quivering and sweating. 

You don’t remember when he came, nor did you remember him pulling out. You were somewhere else, where time didn’t exist, where nothing outside of Seokmin and his dick drilling you existed. It was all Lee Seokmin, all him. 

When you returned, you were wrapped in his arms. He had one hand tangled in your hair, keeping your face pressed against his neck. Seokmin’s other arm was around your back, keeping your naked body flushed with his own. He had you against the pillows, having made a warm barrier against your back to keep you from feeling cold and barren. 

Predictably, you were smelly, sweaty, and sore. Your cunt ached and thighs burned, though neither were particularly unpleasant. Instead you couldn’t help but feel satisfied, gleeful at the thought of the bruises that would litter your body from Seokmin fucking you, visible marks of him. 

Seokmin pulled away a little, having felt you shift. His hand moved from your hair, cradling your cheek. He smiled down at you, so bright that you couldn’t help but close your eyes, groaning and pressing yourself back against him. 

Seokmin laughed, arms wrapping around you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, nose sharp as he nuzzled against your hair. 

“I love you,” he said, voice sweet and fond and filled with adoration. “I love you, Y/n. You’re so amazing.”

You huffed. “Oh, so I’m amazing after we had sex?”

Seokmin gently pulled at your hair, reprimanding. “No twisting my words when we’re cuddling after making love, sweetheart.”

You grinned against his skin. You were surrounded by him and his smell, the musk of his body and the faint notes of his cologne. You were warm all around, from your heart to your fingers and toes. “Oh? So that was making love, was it? Fucking me like some animal?”

“Wasn’t it?”

You hummed, and then shook your head. “No. I don’t think so.”

“Is there a difference?” He asked, his hand returning to your hair. His fingers scratched lightly at your scalp, making your eyes flutter. “Between how we -- you know. How we did it and making love?”

You laughed, shifting. All you could see was golden skin and you couldn’t help but think it made sense. His golden skin and smile, the golden shimmer that surely surrounded this moment, you pressed against him, love tattooed on your bodies. “How we did it? You fucked me like an absolute animal, Lee Seokmin, and you can’t even say that we had sex?”

Seokmin whined, hand tugging at your hair. “Don’t make fun of me! You’re so mean. We just confessed our deep-rooted love for one another, made -- made --- made love, and now you’re bullying me! Stop laughing at me!”

Your laughter grew. Seokmin huffed, pushing away from you. You giggled as he crossed his arms over his chest, pouting down at you. “I can’t believe you! Taking advantage of little vulnerable me!”

You reached out, tugging at his hand, still grinning widely. “Sorry -- I’m sorry, Seok.”

“You’re still laughing!” He accused you, eyes wide as he slapped your hand away. “I don’t believe you’re sorry at all! You’re sitting there, laughing at me, while I’m here being all vulnerable! It’s inhumane!”

You couldn’t help but let out another bark of laughter. “That’s not what inhumane means, Seok.”

“See!”

Giggling, you rose to your elbows. Seokmin watched warily as you moved closer, lips pressed in a pout. He looked cute, arms crossed over his chest, pouting down at you with his big doe eyes. 

But you couldn’t help but notice how his arms crossed brought attention to his chest, how his pecs pressed out. You couldn’t help but let your gaze fall over his bulging biceps, over his stomach; over his cock, still flaccid, still large and impressive and delicious. 

Keeping your eyes on his dick, you moved to your knees. “I’m sure I can make it up to you, baby.”

hi :3 i've been extremely feral abt joshua lately so:

i think he'd be the type of bf who'll tease his needy s/o. like when you're obviously trying to work him up, he just smiles at you and says some shit like "you can wait until we get home. right, baby?"

and then when he finally gives you what you want, he doesn't hold anything back until you're crying and begging him like shua, please hold on a sec— but he's having none of it bc "aw, but you asked for this, didn't you?"

anyway (kisses u) love u and ur writing always <3 i've been ghostreading so many on the side that i felt really bad and had to let you know how much i enjoy ur stuff through an ask >:'(

take (all of it)

pairing. h. joshua x reader tags. smut, dom shua, teasing a/n. kai wtf...... WTF!!! im barking also >_< THANK YOIMDJ I LOVE U U N UR WRITING THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME c:

all joshua told you in the car was to get yourself ready because once you two got home, he wouldn't waste a second. you half believed him, half didn't, and now you realize that that was a dangerous mistake.

you worked yourself up to two fingers in the passenger seat, joshua only watching you from the corner of his vision with a sickly sweet smile. you thought he would help you out once you got home—joshua knew your poor fingers weren't nearly as thick as his, couldn't reach nearly as deep as his when they curled into all the right spots.

but you were testing your luck the entire night, and you should've known that joshua wouldn't let you slide without facing the consequences.

which is how you end up with your ass propped on a pillow, back against your mattress, one hand gripping at joshua's bicep while the other tangles in the sheets. he's prodding his fat tip at your hole and your bottom lip puffs out into a pout.

"josh—joshie," you murmur our his nickname in hopes that it'll soothe the mean glint in his eyes. you should know better. joshua's been waiting for this, and he hasn't even stuck it in yet—you'd be stupid think the he'll cave already.

"you asked for this baby," he warns, slamming his cock deep inside you in one go. the stretch wracks a sob through your body, legs flailing and nails digging into his skin at both the overwhelming pain and pleasure.

he's just so huge and he's hitting all the right spots but then again, your poor little pussy can only take so much. "shua, h-hold on," you cry out, as he pulls his hips back.

"huh?" he coos, snapping his cock back into you, causing you to shut your eyes tight and moan loudly as your body jerks against the bed. "you don't want my cock?"

"no!" you protest. "want your cock so bad joshie," you confess, "just want you to slow down a li'l..."

joshua's eyes crinkle up, and his hand grips your hip so tight you know he'll have bruises. "aw, but baby," he murmurs with a faux pout on his lips. you're looking up at him with these puppy eyes and flushed cheeks and fuck, he doesn't know how he can ever hold himself back when he fucks you, "you asked for this, didn't you? all night, right?"

"b-but—"

"don't be a brat," joshua warns when you even attempt to argue, and you shut your mouth real tight, a muffled cry escaping your lips as he continues to ruthlessly fuck into you. he looks down at your cunt and the growing wetness that's creaming his cock, and he has to such in a breath so his eyes don't roll to the back of his head. "needy girl ... you're just gonna take whatever i give you, huh?"

idiot • h.j.s.

Pairing: joshua hong x afab!reader

Genres: mentions of smut (minors dni!), fwb!au, swearing but fluff and comfort basically

Warnings: menstrual cramps, food, swearing, and beloved idiots haha

WC: tumblr mobile idrk haha just a blurb

A/N: Sorry randomly thought of this while leaving work - in the middle of a Hoshi fic lmaooo okay I wanted to do smth angsty but I need love rn and haven't finished smth this fast in months and not really smut but anyways, imagine a fwb!relationship with Joshua but not quite...

It's like you're not really friends but you do have the benefits of fucking the hot man that drifts to and from different social circles among the large friend groups you mingle about and share.

You know his favorite color of lingerie that he'll rip off immediately, shoving your panties in his pocket ("for later," he winks and promises to buy you a new pair every time - he doesn't). But you are sure he doesn't even know your favorite color (it's baby blue, the same color of the shirt he wore when you first met - coincidentally the same one he wore when he seduced and ended up fingering you against the wall of the club's bathroom and then propositioned this arrangement - and like a fool, who are you to say no?).

He's always been nice - too nice. So nice, he's aloof at most times. Never letting anyone too close. And you really try not to yearn to be the first one he opens his heart to.

Definitely not.

It's why you're crying in bed one late afternoon, chalking it up to the hormones and cramps that come with mother nature's wrath. There's a gentle knock on your door before the key code is punched in. You think it's Seungkwan, the kind soul who always stops by to bring goodies and solid words of wisdom you never dare act on but no - it's fucking Joshua Hong.

"What are you doing here, I'm on my period."

You're grouchy and while it's not his fault that it's that time of the month, it is his fault that you're even more irritable than normal. Oh, and maybe those stupid feelings or whatever.

"I know."

All he does is simply nod and set down the bags he's carrying, taking stuff out that you realize are pain meds, compresses, ice packs - your cheeks heat up - even a stash of various pads and tampons.

"Seungkwan, that lil bitch."

Joshua turns with a raised eyebrow, holding what you recognize is a takeout container from your favorite restaurant. One that's all the way across town so you rarely go.

"What does this have to do with Seungkwan?"

You sigh. "Look, if he forced you to bring this stuff or somehow blackmailed you, don't worry. I'll chew him out on your behalf later."

He laughs, opening up the food and unwrapping the utensils, waving them in your face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie."

"I'm not!"

"You're saying you drove all the way to Seokmin's place to buy that - mind you it's even further of a drive there for you than it is for me - and bought hygienic products?"

"Yeah. I didn't know exactly what to get so I just grabbed everything on the shelf."

"What the fuck, Joshua. Why? I'm not fucking you, I feel like shit. I also look like shit."

He flinches but gives you a glance-over that has you frowning even harder. "I'll admit you do look very pretty with my cock inside of you or when you get all dolled up..."

You roll your eyes and flop back on your bed, rolling over so your back faces him out of spite.

"But you do look hella sweet right now. Even if you're pissed off."

"Don't placate me, I'm not fucking you. I won't suck you off either."

Joshua's soft laugh makes your heart flip-flop. "I'm not here for that. How hard is it for you to believe that I came to really take care of you?"

"If the sun rises in the west tomorrow, I wouldn't be surprised. Clearly you're just a hallucination."

"Did you know hallucinations are our true desires?"

"Where'd you hear such bull crap? Jeonghan?"

"No," he snorts, "but I know you like me."

"I'm not fucking you the next time you want to either. Actually, I might not fuck you ever again."

It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth honestly, especially when he touches your shoulder with a gentleness that shouldn't exist. You glare at him. He smiles.

"That's fine. I mean, I'd like to fuck again sometime in the future but just hanging out is cool too. Maybe even for dates?"

"Maybe you're right. You're nothing but a figment of my imagination."

"Then I'm also right that you like me."

"Do not!" You throw the covers over your head. "Remember, we fuck without feelings, Joshua. And remember who set that rule, Mr. Hong?"

"An idiot did. So what if that idiot changed his mind?"

"He'd still be an idiot."

"... Correct, but may I clarify - an idiot with feelings."

"An idiot that likes you."

When you emerge and peek out from the blankets, he's fiddling with his fingers nervously.

"Would still be an idiot."

"Whatever," you huff but he sees the smile on your lips before you're diving away from sight again.

Relief floods him, knowing he's not wrong - you like him too. Laying gently over your prone body, he hums in content.

"When you feel better let's go on a date." All you do is wiggle beneath him and he smirks. "I'll wear that shirt you like. You know, the blue one."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure, not like you jump me every time I wear it."

"I do not!"

"It's okay, I know a lot more than you can guess but I still think you're cute anyways."

And maybe you realize it's you that doesn't know Joshua all that well. But he seems to think he knows an awfully lot about you. And maybe he does. But you want to prove him wrong.

"Alright, let's go on a date," you peek back out, the blankets a shield between you and him as they're pulled high under your nose. But he's still looking at where your mouth (he's never kissed - yet) would be. Bastard. "Wear that stupid shirt and I'll prove I won't jump you."

His warm brown eyes crinkle playfully. "Sure, let's, I'll buy you a couple of pretty sets like I promised since I ripped so many."

"About time."

He shrugs. "Don't worry, I'll make up for it. I was worried about what you would think it meant but now I don't have to care. I want it to be official."

You take the food from him when he brings it back over. "I guess I do too if you're going to drive so far just to get Seok's delicious food."

"So I'm just an errand boy to you? That's all it took to get to your heart? Seokmin's food?"

Looking at him under your lashes, you bite your lip. "You know it's much more than that..."

Joshua laughs, big and bright - just like the moment he first caught your attention. "And just so you know, I like you much more than you think."

And he'll spend all of his time proving it.

Sundress Szn | husband!josh x fem!reader

Summary: Husband!Joshua can't get enough of you in your sundress.

Rating: M (18+ MDNI) | Word Count: ~1.9k

Part One | Part Two

Warnings: dom josh, manhandling, semi public, car sex, a couple spanks, fingering, degradation, spitting (on tha pussy), loving use of slut, praise, petnames (sweetheart, baby, good girl), breeding kink (lowkey can be impreg if ur brain works that way), panty stuffing (i didn’t feel like writing the whole talking about it part so lets assume they’re done this before)

Joshua’s absolute favorite time of year is finally upon him. He always anxiously awaits it, nearly ignoring other seasons and holidays in favor of this time, spending a good chunk of every paycheck buying more ways to celebrate, with no shame or regrets. He just feels happier at this time of year, more content and in love than ever. 

If someone had asked him what his favorite season was before he met you, he’d say spring. Now, he’d say sundress. 

Yes, his favorite season is sundress season. It has been ever since he first saw you in one, saw the way it fluttered about your thighs, how much skin it bared, how you behaved in them. How could it not be the best time of the year when most of your sundresses require you to go braless, when the pastels and patterns complement your skin so beautifully, when you twirl in them just for him, just quick enough for him to get a flash of your perfect ass in your panties? 

It activates something in him, makes him want to pin you down and fuck you senseless, pump you full of his cum and suck your tits till he’s hard again, shove his cock back inside you and do it all over again. 

Because of this, your collection has grown extensively since you got married, half the closet full of sundresses in every color and pattern. He plans dates just for you to wear them, picnics and walks in the park and, like today, trips to the farmer’s market. 

Joshua trails slightly behind you, one hand wrapped around yours and the other holding the canvas bag of fruits and veggies. You’re talking about what you can make for dinner with your finds, suggesting the tomato pasta he loves and tugging him towards the lemonade cart, the dress brushing gently against your thighs with the wind. He follows sedately, just slow enough to make you pull him a bit harder, fondly observing the hem of your dress as it swishes higher with each step.

He happily pays for two lemonades, watches you wrap your lips around the straw with heavy lidded eyes and heat in his stomach, and nods with a smirk when you ask if he’s ready to go. 

Guiding you to the parking lot, Joshua walks fast enough you have to jog to keep up with him. He mourns the missed opportunity to watch your ass bounce in your dress, but he just knows you wouldn’t have moved fast enough and he’s starting to feel a bit desperate. 

Joshua unlocks the car with a click, opening the back door and handing you the canvas bag, inching closer as you buckle your veggies in and pushing you further into the car when you start to back out. 

“Joshie, what-,” 

“Come on, in the car baby, there you go,” he breathes, gently shoving you onto your hands and knees and following you into the car before slamming the door shut and clicking the lock. He’s more thankful than ever for remote start when the AC starts flowing, your dress ruffling in the slight breeze and sliding higher and higher under his hands. He wrenches your panties halfway down your thighs, groaning deep in his chest when he sees your slit, already glistening with wetness. 

“You know exactly what you do to me in these dresses, don’t you?” Joshua grits out, smacking your ass with one big hand before spreading your cheeks apart so he can lean down and spit on your cunt, mixing it with your wetness with his thumb and sinking it inside you. You whine and wiggle your hips, your hot walls clenching down around his thumb, trying to suck it deeper and likely wishing for more. 

“Mmm my wife is such a slut, I’m so lucky,” he sighs, fucking you with his thumb a few times before sliding three fingers right inside, your pussy fluttering as your walls stretch around the intrusion. You love it though, bucking into his touch and whining his name, one hand flying back to clutch at his where it’s still spreading your ass, your smaller fingers curling around his as best they can. 

“You’re so fucking cute, my cute slutty wife, always wet for me, aren’t you?” Joshua asks, expecting an answer and hooking his fingers into your g-spot when all you do is moan, jerking his hand back and forth with enough force to move your hips even with one hand still gripping you tight. 

“You know I won’t let you cum if you don’t answer me, sweetheart,” he says with false sweetness, stretching his thumb over to rub your clit softly, giving you just enough pressure to get close but not enough to fall over the edge. 

He means it, and you know this, so you gasp out, “‘m always wet for you, Joshua, always,” and he feels his cock twitch, feels it strain against the waistband of his pants, but he’d implied he’d let you cum if you did answer him, so he circles your clit harder and keeps his fingers curled in you, whispering filthy nothings until you flood his hand and drop your head into the seat.

He should probably clean you up and get you home, but he really wants to know you’re full of his cum on the way back, so he hastily pulls his dick out of his pants and uses the wetness on his hand to slick up his cock and get it ready for you. 

“Good, baby? Want me to fuck you?” Joshua whispers, squeezing the hand still wrapped up in his own and dragging the head of his dick up and down your slit. 

You squeeze back, nodding and panting in anticipation, trying to rut against him but limited in your movements by the hand clutching your ass. 

“You know I need words. Be a good girl, hm?” Joshua dips inside your entrance just enough for the head to pop in, slowly stretching you open and fucking in and out of the tight ring of muscle until you beg, “Yes, Joshie, fuck me, please please I want you to fuck me.”

“That’s all I needed to hear, baby,” he patronizes, sinking the entirety of his cock inside you in one smooth thrust. 

You can take it, he knows, because you take it like a champ nearly every night (and some mornings and afternoons). You know too but you still clamp down on him, your walls undulating around his length and your breath stuttering in your lungs. 

He gives you a second to adjust but knows he should wrap this up before the ice in your lemonade melts, so he pulls back and fucks deep inside you, building a quick and steady rhythm until he's pounding you into the backseat of his car. A weak cry leaves you with every thrust, his dick splitting you in half even after all these years, and shit, you’re so hot, fucking drenched for him and so damn tight on his cock, Joshua knows all he’ll need to reach his orgasm is get you there first. 

And, fuck, he wants to cum, wants to make you cum, bends over you and slides his free hand under your hips to pinch your clit between two knuckles, holding his hand still and letting the force of his thrusts do the moving for him. Your back arches and his other hand smooths up to press down on your spine, keeping your hips tilted up and angling the head of his cock so he can hit your g-spot every time he fucks into you. 

You’re close, Joshua can tell, so he just keeps going, drilling deep inside you harder and harder until you break with a keening whine, pulling him over the edge with your clenching walls and sweet sounds. 

He grunts your name, his hand squeezing you hard as his cock jumps and shoots streams of white hot cum inside you for what feels like ages. By the time he’s done, he’s halfway on top of you and resting his head on your slightly sticky back, his dick still twitching and hard within your walls. 

Honestly, Joshua could probably fuck another orgasm out of you, but he thinks he’s put you through enough for now and pulls out, immediately plugging you up with his fingers as he works your panties down your legs. It’s tough with only one hand but he makes do, inching them down bit by bit until he can tug them off completely and bring them up to your dripping pussy. 

“Ready, baby?” he asks softly, winding your wet panties around two of his fingers. 

He grins when you sigh, “Yes, Joshua, ‘m ready,” and withdraws his fingers, replacing them with the ones wrapped in your panties and starting to work them inside of you. He likes when you stay full of him, and you like it too. Usually, he has various toys and plugs he could use to keep all his cum in you but this will work until he can get you home and fill you up again. 

Pushing the panties in slowly, Joshua shivers at the sight of your pussy swallowing the fabric, digging his fingers in until just a scrap remains in sight. He can still feel you throbbing, has to resist dropping a hand to your clit and making you cum one more time around his fingers and the panties, but he really does want to get you home so he gently pulls away, making sure the fabric and his cum stay lodged deep inside of you. 

He presses kisses to the soft skin of your back as he slowly sits upright, fixing your dress and helping you sit up too, wrapping you tight in his arms and checking in. 

“Didn’t go too hard, did I, sweetheart?” Joshua asks in a whisper, lips dragging over your neck. 

You shake your head sleepily and begin, “No, Joshie, you’re perfect,” turning your head to shoot him a look and finishing, “and I’m not a slut, I’m your slut.” 

Joshua laughs into the cool air of the car and nods, “Yeah, baby, you’re my slut, and I’m your husband, and I love you,” grabbing you by the chin to turn your face enough for him to kiss you sweetly. 

“Love you too, babe,” you mumble against his lips, “But I think I squashed the tomatoes,” you pout. 

Joshua just grins, responds, “We can get takeout,” and checks that the coast is clear before climbing out of the car and running around to help you, making sure you’re safely buckled before jogging over to his side and sliding in. 

You squirm a bit and he turns on the heated seat, lays one big hand on your thigh and waits for your fingers to wind in between his, already looking forward to pulling the panties out and making you cum on his tongue next time. 

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fruit • h.j.s.

Pairing: joshua hong x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship, movie night but not really heh

Warnings: shua being a lil shit, reader being sassy, eating of food/fruit, mentions of cum eating (m&f), prolly sex myths idk, oral (fem. receiving), edging, fingering, uhhh WAP lmao lmk if i missed anything as always <3

WC: 1.9k

A/N: hiii, I'm trying to fill up my masterlist w/ all the members even tho I have a few sitting requests but thought Joshua would fit perfectly for this scenario when I was eating the other night 🤭 BUT ALSO THIS WAS HOT IMHO 😭

You’re nestled into Joshua’s side, the back of your head resting on his shoulder and his arm curled round you. It’s how you’re able to feel the chuckle rumbling in his chest that he’s trying to hide. A whine of complaint escapes your lips when you nearly drop the chunk of fruit you’re trying to eat because of his jostling. Plus, now you know he’s not even trying to pay attention to the flickering television screen in front of you because this is not a funny scene in the slightest.

“What’re you laughing at?”

“Nothing.”

“Joshua,” you sit up to face him with a pout, “this is my favorite movie!”

“I know, babe. We’ve watched it like three times in the past month.”

“Four.”

He nods compliantly at the correction, your dark grumbling unable to prevent him from masking a fond grin. “Yeah, yeah. And we’ll probably watch it a couple more times, huh?”

“If you didn’t want to watch it tonight, you should’ve told me.”

“It’s not that, like you said it’s your favorite.”

“Then – ”

“I just like watching you more. Especially when you enjoy something.”

Joshua’s smooth talk can’t fool you after all these years together even if all you can do is roll your eyes. Likewise, when his thumb reaches out to wipe the sticky smear of juice off your lips, you remain (mostly) unaffected and fix him with a pointed stare that he steadily ignores.

“Why were you laughing? This scene is a guaranteed tearjerker no matter how many times you see it.”

“If you wanted a good reason to cry, all you had to do was ask. I could’ve provided a much more riveting alternative.”

“Joshua.”

“Fine, fine.” He sighs, knowing you might smack him when he tells you what’s on his mind. “I just find it cute… that you’re eating… pineapple.”

“Oh my god.”

He holds his hands up in surrender. “Baby, all I’m saying is you taste just fine as it is.”

“You are such a pervert, Joshua Hong. Can’t I enjoy some fruit in peace? There are grapes in here too!”

“Grapes. Grapes are good. Ahhh – ”

You ignore the way he groans your name in protest when you scoot down to the other end of the couch, clutching your fruit bowl and glaring his way. “You act like everything I do in life is to sexually please you or something.”

“I mean you did – ” He’s cut off again when you (gently) kick at his shin before he brings up any shameful memories. “Okay, okay! It was you who just had to ask when we could’ve watched the movie in peace.”

“Hard to when you’re giggling like a little boy because I’m eating pineapple, of all things. You definitely weren’t watching it, anyways.” You shake your head before muttering under your breath. “And if anyone needs to eat pineapple, it’s you.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” you chirp back and purse your lips.

“Actually, I didn’t.” The living room gets much darker when Joshua shuts off the television, the only source of light now the lamp behind him that casts a shadow over his handsome features. “Wanna say it again, sweetheart?”

“I was watching that.”

“Brats don’t get to enjoy things when they act up, you know this.”

The shift in the atmosphere makes your skin tingle but surprisingly, the annoyance wins over. “You’re being an irritation.”

“I prefer ‘irresistible’ but I guess you don’t agree with me at all. Apparently.”

“So, you did hear me.”

A beat of silence.

“Do you really think I taste bad?”

You give him an incredulous look, deftly dodging away when his hand attempts to reach inside your fruit bowl. “Although I love you very much, you can’t expect me to say that semen tastes good. Even I know I don’t taste all that great, either.”

“You’re very wrong and we could prove that right here, right now. You know I can eat you out for hours.”

“I’m not that turned on,” you can’t help but point out even as he pouts. “But you’re welcome to change my mind since you ruined movie night.”

Joshua’s quick to act, the couch creaking with his movements to successfully pluck the bowl out of your grasp – this time without argument. “I don’t think I’m solely the one who ruined movie night, but I’ll take full responsibility for ruining you, baby.”

His hands pull down your night shorts and panties in one go, an eager finger running tentatively along your folds. His eyebrow raises while a smirk forms on his lips as you cover your face in embarrassment at how wetness instantly gushes from your cunt, your body reacting predictably. All because it’s him – mixed with the expected promise that he’ll make you feel good as expected.

He coos your name, and you feel loved and worshipped in this most pathetic way possible while he shifts his body down yours, hot breath warming the top of your bare thighs. Soft lips trail sloppy kisses across them as his hands part your legs so he can fit his head through. Finally, he’s merely inches away from where your fluttering hole betrays you, clenching at nothing as he gazes in contemplation before swiping his tongue along it.

You let out a moan at the feeling, fingers reaching out to grasp at his hair. Slightly pulling him closer so his nose brushes against your clit causes your hips to buck up against his awaiting mouth. He chuckles at your impatience but gives in, obviously – your alluring scent makes his eyes roll back in delight.

It’s sinful how his tongue swirls inside you, plush lips brushing against you in all the right places, hands keeping your legs spread as wide as possible and bringing you closer to him. The wet sounds filling the room are accompanied by his grunts of appreciation although everything else is drowned out by the blood roaring in your ears and the moans escaping your mouth.

Joshua never fails to surprise you with how fast he can bring you to a climax. You feel it creeping up your spine, body tensing as it threatens to hurtle towards release. Too bad he knows the signs extremely well because he suddenly pulls away and white noise fills your ears as the feeling excruciatingly fades out.

“Shua,” you whine. Hands blindly searching for him so he can finish the job, but he’s moved past your reach.

“Right here, baby.” A reassuring kiss is placed on your nose. “Shh, shh,” he whispers in your ear when you find him and wrap your arms around his neck, trying to bring his body down to yours to grind against. But he refuses to budge, biceps flexing as he holds himself firmly above you. “You’re doing so good for me. Look at you, already begging from just a tiny bit of pussy licking.”

Tears sting your eyes at the painful ache between your legs. You know he loves it, the offer of making you cry in desperation always on the table and even though you hate giving into his sadistic satisfaction, Joshua does good on his end at bringing you to a mind-blowing orgasm – eventually.

He bends his neck down to kiss you, grinning at how he doesn’t have to run his tongue across your lips for access because your mouth is already open in acceptance. The taste of fruit you were eating earlier is replaced by the tangy flavor of your own cunt as Joshua’s tongue entangles with yours.

“See how sweet you are? How could I not get enough of this?” He licks his lips and eases the tip of a finger inside your warmth. “So. Fucking. Addictive.”

Each word is punctuated by an additional finger sliding and curling inside of you until you’re delightfully full. His thumb rubs at your clit but relief is short-lived when you tighten around him since he decides to leave you empty again.

You have tears streaming down your cheeks as you miserably watch him lick his fingers clean, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. Once more, he makes you taste yourself with an open-mouthed kiss.

“Please, Shua.”

“What do you want, baby? Wanna taste how delicious you are when you cum on my tongue?”

You’re furiously nodding, at this point agreeing to however he’ll let you reach your much desired release. “Yeah. Please, please, please!”

“Hands to yourself then.”

Your clothed chest is heaving from sobs of anguish as your nails dig into the leather couch. Joshua is cruel. When his head returns between your legs, large hands hold down your hips while he places featherlight smooches on your pelvis and inner thighs, an occasional kitten lick to your leaking pussy.

He’s letting your climax plateau. Almost there but not quite. One step away from taking the plunge but he refuses to help you there as his darkened eyes stare tauntingly into your teary ones. He adores when his sassy lover is whiny but obedient. Submissive but teasing. Especially when you begin to play with your perky nipples that rub against your shirt, trying so hard to urge your release to snap.

“What did I just say?”

“Keep my hands to myself. Which I am. They’re not on you.”

Shiny lips from your wetness turn downwards in a frown. Technically you’re not wrong but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. Before you can get too carried away, he relents. Diving back down to suck harshly at your clit, plunging his long fingers deep into your cunt that would have had screaming in ecstasy if you weren’t already gasping at the searing orgasm that rips through you.

Your legs tighten in a headlock around him but it’s not like he’s complaining. Joshua’s mouth trades places with his fingers to lap at your delectable pussy that gushes from the powerful sensations, his own hips grinding down against the couch. Your quiet whimpers alert him of possible overstimulation and he places one last kiss against your thigh before cuddling your trembling body in his lap.

“You still with me, baby?”

“Mhm,” you nod and nuzzle his neck, “feels like I’m floating.”

He laughs, rubbing your back and waits for you to come back down to earth. By the time you do, your eyebrows furrow at the wetness on his jeans underneath that is definitely not from you.

“Did you…?”

“Yeah.”

“Really? I was gonna suck you off.” To say you’re beyond surprise would not be a lie because he usually has a tight leash around his control.

“Nah. I have to eat some pineapple first.”

“Joshua Hong!”

He snorts and kisses your forehead. “In all seriousness, that was just too hot to resist. Besides, I figured that would wear you out.”

“True. I think you sucked the life out of me, honestly.”

“Tasted like it,” he says while you grimace.

“Stop that. You’re disgusting.”

“But you liked it.”

“I… liked what you did, not what I tasted like. I think you’re delusional.”

“Delusional and in love with you, yes. Do I need to prove it again?”

You sigh, standing up. “No, because I’ll just believe you’re only pussy whipped. Now come on, let’s go shower and sleep.”

“Maybe I am. But I’m especially whipped for you first.” He follows you up the stairs before pausing in contemplation. “Hey, do you think the pineapple really works?”

“You better hope this shower doesn’t turn into a bath where I drown you,” you yell back, “so get your ass up here before I kick you out!”

seventeen and saying “I love you” for the first time

PAIRING. seventeen (ot13) x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, slight angst?, headcanons/scenarios, established/implied hidden relationship, idol au WARNINGS. some kissing, consistent terms of endearment, just absolute softness dude. WORD COUNT. 3424

requested by anon: hi hiii i love your writings and i see the reqs is open. so how do you think svt would say ‘i love you’ for the first time? like, they’re people who’s being supervised all the time and very busy, so they’re pretty hesitant about whether the relationship will work out or not but then he realizes that it means so much to him after some time.

notes: i hope i manage to capture ur request well aaaa i’m not confident. for this i wrote a lil scenario under each member instead of the usual long ass descriptions, but i thinki veered off the request oops and they get more silly as you read more LOL. sorry this took such a long time and if it seems repetitive! i started running out of ideas alksjderj

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“cheol, I insist,” you bring your hands to his shoulders, directly him to lay down on the bed. “just rest up, please. let me cook for us tonight, okay?”

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pairing: dad!joshua x fem!reader genre: fluff warning(s): food mentions

requested by @notarshia: Heyy I really like the father's day fic with mingyu I was hoping if you could do a father's day fic with joshua :))) thankyou so much<33

summary: joshua wakes up to quite the commotion, and you’re not by his side.

A resounding bang that reverbrates through the house and a series of hisses following that is what rudely wakes Joshua from his peaceful slumber.

Groaning, Joshua rolls over and tries to drape his arm over your figure, only to be met with nothing. His eyes shoot open to see your side of the bed empty, and he sighs. Joshua hates waking up without you beside him. Joshua strains to listen for any more sounds outside, and briefly hears his daughters’ harmonious giggles. He sighs again and gets up to investigate the noise, a smile creeping up his face.

“You’re supposed to put the syrup first!” he hears the older twin, Jiyoon, as her loud complaint booms through the kitchen.

“It doesn’t matter! I want to put the blueberries first!” Jihyo whines back with the same energy, and Joshua chuckles, the kitchen now in full view.

In front of him are his two daughters struggling to prepare a plate of what Joshua can only assume to be pancakes from their earlier conversation. Towering behind them is a very amused you, who make no move to quell the possible argument breaking out between your twin daughters.

“It doesn’t matter what you want, stupid! These pancakes are for daddy!” Jiyoon tells her sister off in an annoyed tone, and Joshua can’t help but feel his heart swell at how they’re taking this so seriously.

“Hmph! Do whatever you want, then!” Jihyo huffs and turns around, meeting eyes with her father.

“Daddy!” Jihyo screams, running into her father’s open arms. Joshua grins widely at his daughter, picking her up and spinning her around. “Hey, you.”

Jiyoon notices her father, too, and bolts out of the kitchen to wrap her arms around his leg. “Daddy! You’re supposed to be sleeping…”

“Sorry, sweetheart, Daddy decided to wake up earlier today,” Joshua smiles, picking Jiyoon up with his free arm. “what were you guys making?”

“It’s a surprise,” Jihyo makes a big gesture with her hands, and Joshua beams at her in endearment.

“Daddy, can you go back to sleep? We want to surprise you,” Jiyoon tugs at her father’s shirt, making her best puppy eyes at him.

Joshua chuckles in disbelief and turns to you, who shrugs with the most lovesick expression written on your face.

“Okay, girls, whatever you say,” Joshua sighs, gently putting the girls back down before going back into your shared bedroom, not missing the way his girls scramble into the kitchen to continue preparing the ‘surprise’.

Joshua lies on your side of the bed and starts scrolling through his phone, and the door opens soon after. In pops Jiyoon and Jihyo, both holding a plate of pancakes together. The pancakes in question are look too good to have been made by a pair of four-year-olds, but Joshua pushes the observation to the back of his mind. It’s drizzled with maple syrup and littered with blueberries just how Joshua likes it, and his heart swells with pride.

“Happy fathers’ day, Daddy!” Jihyo and Jiyoon exclaim in unison, presenting the pancakes to Joshua. His expression turns soft at the sight of his two daughter standing in front of him, clearly nervous to see their father’s reaction towards the surprise.

“Thank you, my little princesses, I’ll enjoy the meal well,” Joshua chuckles, patting both of their heads before taking the plate of pancakes from them. The girls squeal in satisfaction at Joshua’s reaction.

“Okay, girls, it’s time for you to take a shower now,” the girls turn around at your familiar voice to see you leaning against the doorframe with the biggest smile on your face, and they scramble out of your bedroom after giving you and Joshua a kiss on the cheek, one twin in charge of one cheek.

“Did they plan this on their own?” Joshua asks as you sit down beside him on the bed, taking in your exhausted features with a slight frown on his face. “What time did you wake up for this? You had a long day at work yesterday,”

You smile softly, tucking Joshua’s hair behind his ear. “It’s okay, I wanted to do it. The girls got the idea from Jeonghan and bugged me to help them with it last night.”

“Jeonghan, huh?” Joshua cocks an eyebrow in amusement, proceeding to dig into the pancakes.

“He’s their favourite uncle, for sure,” you chuckle, “so, are the pancakes good?”

“It’s really good,” Joshua says with food stuffed in his mouth, and it takes you a while to understand what he said. Smiling brightly once you realised what he said, you poke his cheek adoringly.

“Of course, babe,” you pinch his cheek softly, “don’t tell the girls I told you this, but they only decorated the pancake with syrup and blueberries.”

Joshua simply chuckles. “Well, I’m incredibly touched that the women of my life pulled this together for me.”

You beam at him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Happy fathers’ day, baby.”

a/n: i am aware that fathers’ day is well over but every day is fathers’ day okay

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pairing: student!brother's bff!seokmin x student!good girl!reader

genre: college au, brother's best friend au, smut (MDNI), bit of crack, a small bit of angst but not nearly as much as most of my fics

description: when you head out for college, you incidentally end up at the one your bother's best friend has disappeared to 2 years prior. now, seokmin has promised your brother, vernon, to teach you and take care of you while you're away from home. unfortunately, it seems vernon should have been a bit more specific about what exactly seokmin was supposed to be teaching you.

warnings: vernon is ur overprotective brother, seokmin is not a dilf unfortunately, dirty talk, masturbation (male and female), fingering, slight restraint?, praise (f. receiving), pet names (good girl is so overused), teaching, innocence kink, corruption kink, oral (m. receiving), tiddie play, alcohol consumption, a bit of pining, shame on the readers part, she feels a bit like a slut for a moment, kinda brief mention of miscarriage? for like a metaphor lol, jeonghan is hot in this, giselle is ur bff and i almost gave up my mission and made this whole fic ab her shes so hot, ok i think thats it

quotes my creative director (@joshibambi): "just admit u wanna bang son", "o is for orgasm", "the urge to be the younger sibling for once"

wordcount: 15.9k

a/n: the way this fic took me years to write. i hav been busy :( thank u 2 every1 who liked girl code uve made my whole year :D hope u like this one 2!!

You preferred to remember Seokmin for how he was.

How he was small and young, how he had a swanky bowlcut and how he looked in his school uniform. How he and your big brother, Vernon, had bonded and watched movies together in your living room, and the countless dinners he’d stayed over for, always so respectful to your parents and you. He wasn’t your best friend, he was Vernon’s, and yet he made it so easy to feel comfortable, so easy to feel like you were the one he came over for. 

You crushed on him back then, wrote countless diary entries about him and his stupid, beautiful smile. But it had been so forbidden, you remembered feeling that, because of how Vernon had groaned at you to leave every time you peaked your head through the living room door, masking your insistent eyes on Seokmin with simply wanting to “watch a grown up movie”. Sighing, you’d turn back to your princess pink room, and the boundary - the Vernon shaped boundary - that stood between you and Seokmin grew farther.

It had almost been a relief when Seokmin left for college. That was the most terrible thing, the relief you felt while your brother was grieving the sudden separation with his best friend. But your heart simply couldn’t help but let out a long sigh - years of yearning for him when he was so close by. You felt that cool wash of repose when that border between you and him had disappeared from your view. Years of watching it, wondering whether to pad closer or turn away from it, became a distant memory. For two years you were almost a normal girl and a good baby sister. 

Then it was your turn to head off for college. The nearest, big college to you accepted your application and you still distinctly remember dinner with your parents and your brother, how’d they’d cheered and clinked glasses and looked at you adoringly, because you were growing up right before their eyes. Then under the faint light of the restaurant chandelier, your mom had said something that immediately sent you hurdling back to that old, distant boundary: “Maybe you’ll see Seokmin there!” 

How had you forgotten? You supposed in that time you’d let yourself be more taken with the relief. It was the thought that he would be gone that had distracted you from exactly where to. And there you were with all your moving plans and your packed backs, and your glass raised and frozen in the air and your eyes wide. 

Then came the reasoning: surely, you could avoid him? It was a big college, there were plenty of people. There was no logical reason you’d really have to see him. Except for Vernon, of course. Ever so oblivious, your brother had called up Seokmin to tell him the good news, and to tell him to take care of you and protect you. And Seokmin was so sweet, of course, he’d take care of his best friend’s baby sister. 

And there you were at college. All grown up.

In your defense, you had avoided him skillfully. You’d turned down his request to help you with unpacking, turned down his tour of the school (that you’d actually desperately needed - why is room 240 not with all the other 40’s?!), and most of all, you’d turned down every single message inviting you to a party. 

I guess to him that was a perk; partying with the older kids. He knew you after all. He knew that you were a quiet girl and you stayed within your neatly laid brick walls, and he knew you were shy, and he knew you needed help letting loose. He knew you were a good girl. 

Which is why it wasn’t surprising at all that you turned down his offers - wanting to stay focused on school. At least, that’s what you told him. Truth was even being in his vicinity had put you much closer to that boundary you’d never dared cross. You were afraid even just seeing him would send you hurdling back, like a leaf in the wind. So you didn’t go. 

For a while, at least. 

“This is, like, a once in a lifetime opportunity!” Giselle whined and you shook your head adamantly. “Absolutely not.” 

“Well, maybe not for you, but for me!” she argued. “I can’t believe you’re consistently being invited to parties with hot, sexy men, and you’re turning it down because of one guy!” 

You were currently sitting in the library with your roommate, Giselle, and you’d made the unfortunate mistake of telling her about your predicament after receiving yet another invitation to a party tomorrow. Giselle was throwing a temper tantrum because she had never ever had anything as ridiculous. 

You liked Giselle a lot. She was very different from you - she was hot. You weren’t - you were cute. Giselle held boys on leashes and made them do homework for her. She liked partying and sexy, black dresses. You were a fucking nerd, and cute was the highest compliment you had ever received for your looks. Even though you were different, Giselle had immediately taken a liking to you. You had initially feared she would think you were lame, but she was so nice - except for right now.

“Come on, Y/n, there are, like, no cute guys in our year!” she said pleadingly, clasping her hands together and pouting, but you shook your head.

“You don’t understand, Giselle,” you murmured solemnly, trying to regain your focus on the science textbook in front of you. 

“I understand perfectly well,” she said and you eyed her suspiciously. “I understand that you’re a bitch!” 

“Alright, that’s unnecessary,” you said, closing your book. You pinched the bridge of your nose, when she went on. “No, honestly, Y/n. You’re a virgin, right?” 

You snapped your head towards her in shock. Your eyes darted around frantically, before you leaned over the table to whisper to her: “How do you know that?” 

“Don’t embarrass yourself, honey,” she grinned, holding back laughter and you rolled your eyes, sighing. “And what about it, Giselle?” 

“How are you ever gonna get yourself out there if you’re constantly caught up on this guy and trying to keep away your feelings for him? You’ll stay a virgin forever, girl. You need to look him in the eyes and realize you’re above that childish crush!” 

You stayed quiet, slumped in on yourself with your book in your lap. Why was she making sense? 

You’d never thought about it that way. That your infatuation with your brother’s best friend was somehow holding you back from exploring and evolving as a woman. That maybe having him in the back of your mind every time you’d shyly made out with guys in high school, had been the thing that stopped you in your tracks. 

“I can see it on your face, you know I’m right,” Giselle smiled smugly from behind the screen of her laptop. “Unless you’re asexual. In that case, fierce, but if you’re not, like, get out there, queen. Sometimes you need to realize that you have to leave one dick for another dick because the other dick is so good.” 

You furrowed your brows. “Is.. Is this still about me?” 

“No,” Giselle shook her head.

“Okay, yeah, ‘cause- ‘cause that didn’t..”

“Yeah, I know. I was more so, uh, angling-”

“Right-”

“Angling the story to- to my current situation.”

“I get it, yep.” 

There was a moment of silence. You pursed your lips and looked at the message on your phone. Then you started typing.

“Are you telling him you’re coming with your super sexy, hot friend?” 

“Yes.” 

“Y/N, I LOVE YOU.” _____________________________

Regret was a nasty, old demon on your back and it had twisted and tugged at your guts, while you let Giselle get you party-ready. You’d sat on her bed, in her dress, and having her put her makeup on you, you’d sulked and tried to shrug off your back.

“You look so hot when you actually try,” she’d giggled, using a fluffy brush to spread the bake underneath your eyes.

“Thanks,” you’d mumbled, and she’d paused her movements, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” she’d asked, sitting back on her knees. You had sighed, reaching a hand up to run it through your hair, but pausing midway when you realized you would ruin the styling Giselle had worked so hard on. You lowered your hand again.

“I’m not sure about this,” you’d murmured and she frowned genuinely. “Y/n, I meant what I said. I know I talk a lot about boys and stuff, but you really shouldn’t let yourself be held back by him!” 

Before you could speak again, Giselle had tugged you off the floor to stand in front of her mirror. 

“Look at you,” she’d cooed, clapping your shoulders. “You look so pretty!” 

You’d smiled a little shyly, looking at your form in the mirror abashedly. You were pretty. Not cute, not nerdy; pretty. Curves hugged tight by a sleek, black dress from Giselle’s closet, this was a version of you that could actually see having sex - seducing men, gaining from her looks.

“I guess you’re right,” you’d said sheepishly, and Giselle had smiled sincerely and you’d let her take you to the party down the streets in a nearby frat house, and you’d almost not wavered when you stood right in front of it, music blasting out of every crevice. 

But then you were inside and he was right there. For the first time in two years, he was there, and he was so hot. He was wearing a white tee and a fucking silver chain, and, God, when did he start working out, because his arms were so big and so toned. And his hair was fluffy and dark brown, and his face was slim, and the tops of his cheekbones were shining under the kitchen lamp, where he was talking to some other guy, arm flexed, as he leaned against it on the counter. 

If there was one thing about Seokmin that had stayed the same it was that smile. He wore it now, laughing, as he talked to some blonde guy about something, and you wanted to scream because, there it was. The boundary, the ledge, the line, whatever, it was right before you again, right there with him. And all the feelings that came with it, your heart, wet and red in your throat, a brew of anxiety in your stomach. 

Without sparing even a second, you’d clasped onto Giselle’s wrist, tugging her into a herd of anonymous people, and just walking. Walking, walking, pulling her along (she countered only with a “hey!”) only for you to hit a wall or something, just as long as you were far, far away from him. 

“What the hell?” she said, when you finally stopped walking because you’d entered the living room, which was apparently more exclusive, as only a few people populated it, including a couple that was making out on the far end of the couch. 

“He was there,” you gasped dramatically, as if you’d seen a ghost. “I-I can’t do this, Giselle.” 

“Relax, babe, it’ll be fine. You’re away from him now, aren’t you?” Although she was trying to be supportive, you could tell she was growing a little tired of your theatrics. You couldn’t care less though, you were panting, and peering over her shoulder to see if he was somehow coming towards; and, God forbid, smile at you with that angel grin. 

Giselle followed your gaze and sighed, brows furrowing. “How about I get us some drinks? Then you can let loose a little.” 

You nodded absently, following her lead when she pulled you to sit down on the couch. You clambered to the couch rest, when she walked away, swaying her hips to the music. 

You might’ve looked different, but you were still you. The entire scene had you uncomfortable, and you were still the shy, unconfident and nerdy girl. You cursed yourself for letting Giselle’s reassurances fool you - you would never be this type of person, and you would surely never get over Seokmin. She’d been wrong about everything. 

“You okay, darling?” 

You jumped at the voice, eyes darting up to see who it was. 

You didn’t know him. He was handsome, though, but you’re not even sure you’d call it that. He was pretty, and he had long, black hair and big eyes and he was giving you this teasing smile, that was doing nothing to ease your nerves.

“I’m good,” you squeaked, gaze moving to a nearby pair of shoes in the corner of the room. You heard him chuckle, before he dropped into a squat before you. One lean hand came up to your knee, giving it a squeeze. “You just look so nervous, pretty,” he sat down an anonymous cup of liquor. “I don’t think I know you. Can you tell me your name?” 

The hand on your knee burned into you, thumb brushing back and forth over the skin and he was looking at you so intently, it had you sputtering. “Uhm, uh, Y/n.” 

His thumb froze. You looked over at him curiously to find this dumbfounded expression on his face, devious grin spreading on his pretty features. He chuckled and cleared his throat, face dropping down before he moved it back to look at you again. 

“You’re the girl Seokmin’s always inviting over here?” 

You nodded shyly and he smiled at you. “I’m Jeonghan.” 

“Hi.”

A pause. Jeonghan squeezed your thigh, watching in delight at the way you screwed your eyes shut. 

“You know, I just didn’t expect you to look like this,” he said finally and, sensing your confusion, he teasingly added: “The girl who’s always turning down parties to study.” 

You blush deepened, cheeks furiously rosy, as you fiddled with your fingers in your lap. “I borrowed my friend's clothes,” you breathed, pursing your lips. “Ah!” Jeonghan gently patted the top of your thigh, nodding along exaggeratedly, “You borrowed your friend’s clothes! I see!” 

He studied you while you giggled at his antics, still refusing to look him in the eye, really. He was almost suffocating, his hand on your thigh and his eyes boring into your face, and his cologne in a constant stream in and out of your nostrils. But suffocation, you decided, was almost better than being around Seokmin and having him parade his kind heart and his thick arms and his sweet smile, and just how off-limits he was. 

Ripping you from your thoughts, Jeonghan stood up, placing both hands on the tops of your thighs and bending down to your face, so his nose was buried in your cheek.

“Look at me, darling,” he whispered, then pulled his face away from yours, just enough so you could gaze into his brown eyes. His hands were much higher now, squeezing hard at the plush of your thighs, dangerously close to your center and only separated by the thin fabric of Giselle’s dress. 

“There she is,” Jeonghan smiled, voice a whisper. His lashes came over his eyes, when they flitted down to your lips. “Don’t you wanna come with me upstairs, and I can make you feel really, really goo-”

“JEONGHAN! GET OFF OF HER, THAT IS MY BEST FRIEND’S BABY SISTER!”

There’s a voice you know.

From across the room, Seokmin had burst through the mass of people, now power-posing with an extended finger in the direction of where Jeonghan was tilting over you, rubbing your thighs, as you sat innocently before him. 

Jeonghan stood up, taking all of his heat and his suffocation and cologne with him, groaning and throwing his head back. “Seokmin!” he whined and he was suddenly no longer so suave and seductive. 

“No, I won’t hear it, Jeonghan,” Seokmin said and, as much as you knew Seokmin to be sweet and tender and lovely, there was this crystal-clear anger in his voice. He walked over, one large hand pushing at Jeonghan. “Go get any other girl and sleep with her, just not her. Get your sorry ass out of here.” 

Apparently Jeonghan sensed the same thing you did - a rare anger in Seokmin - because he didn’t put up much of a fight at all, only smiled at you apologetically (and then, when he was behind Seokmin, gave you a small, devious wink - he just couldn’t help himself). 

You couldn’t focus much on Jeonghan at all though. Because Seokmin was standing in front of you, all muscle and huge fucking thighs by your head, and when you dared to tilt your gaze up to him, you saw how all that anger simply melted away. 

“Hey,” he breathed, smiling softly.

“Hey.” 

Then his eyes darkened, if only for a moment, as they traveled over your figure, gift-wrapped in that tight, black dress. His jaw clenched and he looked around for a moment. When he looked at you once more, he was giving you that smile - the one you’d fallen in love with - and the chocolate in his eyes was melting.

“Come on,” he ushered gently, one hand carefully guiding you off the couch. “Let’s go to my room where there aren’t any scary, evil, mean men.” 

Despite being so on edge, so jittery, as you followed him up some distant staircase, you couldn’t help but laugh at those words. He was talking exactly like he had when you were kids. That was how you preferred to remember him; all small and young and with a swanky bowl cut, and he’s the exact same way with you, hand warm in yours, as he guides you through the house. 

“Why’re you laughing?” he smiled, and you suppressed your own, trying not to dwell too much on how fast your heart was beating. “It’s just like before,” you quipped and Seokmin’s hand squeezed yours in understanding. 

He lumbered down the hallway and at its very end, preceded by rows of white oak doors, he opened his own with a twist and a turn of the brass-blend knob. When he closed it, the party became muffled around you, as if his room was filled with water, and now the rest of the world was a garbled mess, and you were drowning.

His room was clean. You supposed Seokmin had never been the messy type - not even when infected by the influence of Vernon. He had a half-open closet, where you spotted folded clothes, and a circle rug and purple and green lava-lamp plugged in on his nightstand. 

Seokmin apparently did not think it was clean enough, because he swooped down gallantly to grab a tossed sweater, smiling at you sheepishly when he held in between his fingers. You stared at him.

You felt like a kid again. Felt like just a young girl, creeping through the crack in the living room door, and looking at his silhouette, outlined by some grotesque horror movie playing on the TV. His sharp nose, when he turned to Vernon and laughed, his hair, all poofed and tousled and scruffy, and his smile. 

And you’d let yourself fall into this trap, maybe to some extent you’d even wanted it. Because now he was right in front of you, and so was that damned barrier, right by your outstretched fingertips, and you could almost envision yourself climbing over it - climbing into his lap and-

“I didn’t think you’d ever come,” Seokmin said gently, a permanent, small smile frozen on his lips. You coughed, unready. “Uh, yeah, my friend- my friend thought I should try and.. You know, get myself out there.” 

Seokmin studied you, bemused and fond, fiddling with the baby blue sweater in his hands. You were looking back cautiously, as if assessing a threat, but the threat was the sweetest, kindest boy in the whole wide world. 

“Yeah, well,” he cleared his throat suddenly, ripping his gaze from you to fold the sweater onto his desk chair. “I’m sorry about Jeonghan, he’s.. You shouldn’t, uh..” Now neatly folded, you saw him rubbing the sweater between his fingers. “You should stay away from him.” 

“Why?” you asked, and it was genuine enough that Seokmin let out a sigh. 

“You’re too much of a good girl to be with him. He’s no good.”

A whimper clawed its way up your throat, bubbled from the depths of your belly, but you tamed it and settled on a light hum. You felt your underwear becoming a little sticky, and you wanted to die, because God, this was your brother’s best friend. They still facetimed every Tuesday and still played Fortnite together over Discord every Saturday. 

“College going good?” Seokmin asked, retreating from the sweater to sit down on his bed. He looked up at you brightly and patted the spot next to him. It felt like another trap, where the folds in the blanket curved down under his weight, and would eventually lead you into him. You sat down hesitantly. 

“It’s okay,” you breathed, folding your hands and in your lap and tensing your shoulders. Seokmin, fully relaxed and slumped, noted your posture and slid his hand over the exposed skin of your back. “Hey,” he whispered, so intimate it hurt your heart, “hey, hey, relax, Y/n. It’s just me.” 

His eyes were soft and full of concern when he spoke quietly again, his voice almost a backdrop to the muffled sounds of dancing college students: “You know, Vernon was really concerned about how you would do away from home.” 

“I’m not doing bad!” you said quickly, dismissing it immediately. Seokmin stared at you. “I just- this isn’t really my scene.” 

His hand felt searing hot on your back, where it slid up and down, almost coaxing you further into him. He hummed. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.” 

Then: “I’m sorry if I made you feel like you had to come. Just figured you might want that street cred of being friends with the upperclassmen.”

You snorted and, cheeks rosy as ever, started giggling, eyes still cemented to the floor. Your hair was falling gently over your face, wisps of baby hair tickling your forehead. 

“It’s okay,” you sighed away the laughter, “You were just trying to get me out of my shell. I appreciate it.” 

Seokmin smiled at that. His hand dropped from your back and you both stared into the expanse of his room. A small window to let in the rain, the moonlight separated by the grid, and the curtain blowing in a solemn breeze. You and Seokmin sat, both very small suddenly, like kids, on the edge of the bed and became speckled in starlight, in diamond-dust. 

Then Seokmin was doing it. He was letting you be comfortable, letting you slip into a dazed joy, intoxicated from his presence. He was asking about your teachers, exams, friends, experiences, and you were both laughing together, and once again you were forgetting that Seokmin was your brother’s best friend, and he was not with you for you, but he was simply talking to you out of courtesy to your brother. He let you forget.

“You going home for the break?” he asked then, room quieted down from all the laughter. The fall break, starting tomorrow, you remembered. You’d thought about going home, but had opted to text your parents that you were staying, wanting honestly to stay in your dorm room and work on assignments and organization and just lull in bed, instead of being taken up, down and everywhere in your hometown. You shook your head. 

“Really? Me neither,” he said, brows raised. “Won’t you get lonely?” 

You giggled shyly. “Maybe a little.” 

“We could hang out,” he breathed, and at that you tasted the boundary between you, felt it firm under your fingertips, because you couldn’t discern whether he was protecting his friend’s baby sister or if he actually liked talking to you, and your heart beat and yearned and hoped for the latter. 

“Yeah, okay,” you nodded, melting when you saw his smile reach his eyes. 

“Didn’t you always like, uh, Mario Kart? You always wanted to play with me and Vern,” Seokmin said, but he was looking distantly into the window. You almost wanted to cry because he remembered you, remembered things that you liked. “I got it on my Playstation, we can play tomorrow.” 

“I’d like that,” you said.

Then Seokmin was loaning you his hoodie, and, bathed in his warm, tender smell, he followed you home under the moon, glaring at Jeonghan on his way out. 

“Keep the hoodie,” he’d said, smiling sheepishly when you stood in front of your dorm door. “It’s cute.” 

He patted your head and left, thankfully before he could see how red your face was, and how you were absolutely about to blow up from unfiltered joy. You shuffled into your dorm room and tried to soothe the basking butterflies in your stomach and your burning heart. 

Was he standing right across from you on that line, waiting to cross? _____________________________

Giselle woke up just early enough to catch you switching between different button-up dresses, throwing one on, looking in the mirror, and deciding to try another. She was groggy and tired and somewhat hungover, and needed to catch a train, so she could get back home. 

“What are you doing?” she cried, rubbing her eyes. You scurried back and forth trying on another dress, considering white tights, then white socks, then adjusting the tone and volume of your blush.

“I’m-” you gasped in between your hard labor, “I’m seeing a boy!” 

This caught Giselle’s attention. She shot straight up in her bed and looked at you with huge eyes. “No way!”

“Yeah way!” you giggled deviously. You turned around to face her. “What do you think of this outfit?” 

“You look cute!” Giselle praised, nodding to your red strawberry dress and your knee-highs. You slumped. There it was again - cute. Not hot, not pretty, but cute. That was what you were; like a child, like the kid Seokmin knew years ago, like his best friend’s baby sister. Nothing more.

“Who is this mystery guy?” Apparently Giselle was too busy rubbing sleep out of her eyes to see how her compliment had deflated you.

“It’s Seokmin. My-”

“Your brother’s best friend?!” She gasped. It was one shock after another from you that morning. “I wanna say I’m disappointed in you, but.. If you pull this off you’re way freakier than me.” 

“We’re not gonna have sex!” you groaned, pouting as you hastily shoved on your shoes. “We’re gonna play Mario Kart.” 

“Right, this cute guy just invited you over for Mario Kart and nothing else, I get it,” Giselle said sarcastically. 

“You don’t know him,” you mumbled defensively, shoes on and now staring at yourself in the mirror once more. “Cute,” the mirror spat at you.

“All men are the same,” Giselle rolled her eyes and threw herself back on the bed. You snorted and began to walk out the door.

“Y/n, wait!” 

“Hm?” 

Halfway out the door, a tote bag slung over your shoulder and ready to step into the sunlight, you peered back into the room. Giselle, in her sweats and hair fussed, stumbled blindly towards the door. She reached into her pocket and produced a-

“A condom?!” you shrieked, outraged. And not just any condom: a condom in white packaging with the lettering “I ❤️ DILFS”. You truly did not understand how Giselle managed to be a caricature of herself time after time.

“You need to wear protection, he’s in a frat, right?” she shrugged. You glared at her. “I’m not bringing a condom.” 

“Alright, I guess,-” Giselle pretended to think, “I guess, you’ll just have to get chlamydia.” 

You stared at her for a moment, bristling. Then you snatched it out of her outstretched hand.

“You’re unbelievable.” 

“You’re a prude.” 

“Goodbye, Giselle!” 

The condom slipped into your tote with ease to lay snug with all your other items and then you were out the door and heading towards Seokmin’s frat house. The sun was dulled by a few clouds, but it was still shining. Leaves were turning brown and red and yellow and were falling from trees to crunch underfoot - everything was lovely.

But the expanse, in your head, was much different. In your head you were traveling the soft dunes of a desert, spotting in the brown and red and yellow horizon a cleft in the sand. When you reached it, wide and long, seemingly endless to each side of you, you were standing right in front of Seokmin’s house.

You weren’t sure how long you stood there, knuckles white where you grasped your tote, and eyes big and heart pounding. What if Giselle was right? Did you want her to be right? Would you even be able to please him if she was? Half-heartedly you tried to push away the images of Seokmin pushing into you, arms flexing on either side of your head, that spawned alongside the thought. Maybe you straddling him, his hands on your ass, his head buried in your chest, or-

“Y/N!” 

You jumped, clutching your bag tight, when you snapped your head up to the voice. It was Seokmin and he was waving at you from his upstairs-window, smiling so brightly you swore the sun reflected off of his teeth. 

“What are you standing there for, come inside! Door’s unlocked!” he yelled, body disappearing in the window. You stared at the window for a moment, his presence now absent, before you nodded to yourself in reassurance. You could do this, right? Just Mario Kart and small talk.

Truth was, you couldn’t do this. Not even in the slightest. You and Seokmin sat cross-legged on his bed, TV on the wall before it, drinking soda and crunching on chips. Seokmin was drenched in a green, fuzzy sweater, collarbones peeking over the rounded neck, and fingers peeking through the sleeves, where he held his controller, and God forbid, his hair was all soft and fluffy, and he was wearing fucking puppy socks. 

And he was competitive, too. He was leaned forward, eyes narrowed as he sped through the course. You huffed when he blue-shelled you, and you tried to refocus.

“I thought you said you were good?” he teased, eyes leaving the screen for only a second to look at you - you, dress bunched up to your thighs and tongue peeking through your pretty, subtly red lips. A second was all that was necessary. 

Suddenly, his character (baby Daisy) swerved off-course, falling into the pit below and he screeched, seemingly genuinely sad, as your character (Toadette) overtook him, the little gold badge popping up in the corner to tell you that you were number one. 

“What were you saying?” you giggled cockily when you finished the last round, Seokmin unable to quite catch up to you in the last stretch. He threw himself back on the bed in defeat, groaning into his hand.

“I can’t believe I let you win,” he cried.

“Let me?” you repeated in disbelief. You scoffed and put down the controller, pretending that Seokmin lying all angelic on his bed sheets wasn’t making your stomach pinch with static. “Pretty sure that was just pure skill on my part. Don’t blame me because you’re bad at Mario Kart.” 

A blow to his talents in Mario Kart was a blow to him. He snapped his head up to look at you, playfully angry. “Oh, oh wow, really? I’m bad at Mario Kart now?” 

“Mhm,” you hummed, smiling cheekily at him. Seokmin studied you for a moment, before he shuffled into a sitting position. His gaze almost made you shy. Did he want to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss him?

Seokmin shuffled closer to you and you almost stopped breathing: “Don’t I remember you being ticklish?” 

You were almost so caught up in your fantasy to realize what he said. Your eyes widened in realization and you most immediately tried to twist your body away: a punishment was upon you.

“No- NO!-” You cried out but it was too late. Seokmin wrestled his body into yours, fingers dancing and prodding into your sides. Drowning in laughter, your face twisted into tortured pleasure, as you tried to bat his hands away. Your attempts were futile - each time you shuffled away, he followed right with you, fingers unrelenting as your torso twisted and turned. 

"Hehehehehehe- NO, PLEASE!- hehehehehehe!” 

Your knees pushed with all their might and you were almost able to drag yourself to the edge of the bed. There, you could gain distance and talk him down from beyond his desk. But Seokmin was smart. He sensed your escape plan when you squirmed away, and without much thought, he pulled his body on top of yours, weight pinning you down. 

You were still giggling and squirming, when his fingers finally let up. You were both panting from the excitement, Seokmin smiling down at you adoringly. Then, both of your smiles dropped.

It was like it took a few moments to realize; he was straddling you. Hips pushed into yours, all his weight rested on your crotch - your crotch, which was now pulsating. To make matters worse, the skirt of your dress had ridden up and most of your plush thighs were now visible to him, and your chest was halfway out of your dress, and your cheeks were flushed and your hair was spread out on the sheets beneath you. Seokmin seemed unsure of where to put his hands, while you both stared at each other, breathing in the thick, heavy silence.

“I’m sorry-”

“It’s okay, I-” 

“I really- I don’t know what-” 

“Don’t worry-” 

You were pulling down your dress again, cheeks literally flaming red and bottom lip caught between your teeth. Silence swallowed you both whole. 

You wanted him back on your hips so bad. It hurt. You were aching in quick pulses, but you couldn’t even look at him. Surely, you thought, surely, he’d seen that look on your face, how your eyes clouded over with lust. Maybe he felt disgusted. 

“I better-” you hiccupped, voice small, “I better go.” 

Seokmin, eyes peeking at you through his lashes, feared he made you uncomfortable.

“Yeah, of course,” he mumbled.

You gathered your things and ran out of there, wetness gushing out of you. You tried to run, tried to create distance, but this time, in your mind’s eye, you ran in place, staying completely still by the cleft separating you and Seokmin. You fiddled with the edge, sand cascading into the empty, endless dark. 

There was no way you could make that jump.

That night you wished Giselle was by your side. You wrote an assignment, trying to ward off the embarrassment that stormed in your brain, when you got a message, that plunged you into rock bottom:

Lee Seokmin: hey you forgot smth at my house lol

Lee Seokmin: *Image Attached*

This was it. You were going to jump off a bridge (or a cleft in a dry, sandy wasteland).

As if your life couldn’t get anymore embarrassing: it was the condom. The white condom with “I ❤️ DILFS” on it. You damned that woman for ever making you bring it. What must he have thought of you? His best friend’s little sister trying to get in his pants? Your cheeks were burning and you threw your head into your pillow and screeched. Your life was over. It had simply ended now. There was no coming back from this. You huffed and removed yourself from its plushness. 

Maybe you could salvage it? Thinking on your feet, you replied:

You: OMG i’m so sorry!!!! i think that’s my roommate’s, she must’ve put it in my bag… :/ 

You: I’ll come pick it up ASAP :(((( 

You stared at your phone at the blatant. It was not a far stretch from the truth, but being caught with your hand in the cookie jar - or maybe more so the I ❤️ DILFS condom in your tote bag - it seemed like an irrationally shitty cover up. 

You gnawed at your lip when the three dots popped up next to his picture, and bit it to pieces waiting for his reply. You almost jumped when your phone buzzed:

Lee Seokmin: hahahahaha

Lee Seokmin: you can come pick it up tomorrow if u want? theres no rush 

You glared at the message. Laughter? Surely he hadn’t bought it. He was just trying to be nice, just trying to avoid you any embarrassment. The thought made you wanna throw up, how he felt this obligation to be nice to you when you had permanently scarred him (were you being dramatic?).

You: ok. im rlly sorry again!! i’ll pick it up tomorrow _____________________________

Tomorrow came much faster than you had hoped. No amount of tossing and turning could slow down the passage of time, and by the time you received Seokmin’s promised “I’m awake”-message, the embarrassment hadn’t faded one bit. 

Every discouraged moment of getting ready was haunted by your current situation, and you stopped to cringe every five seconds, causing an honest and diligent self-hatred to bubble within you. When you knocked on Seokmin’s door, you’d honestly never felt less confident in your life.

“Y/n!” he said enthusiastically. 

“Seokmin,” you said, less enthusiastic. 

He smiled at you sweetly, almost as sympathetically, before stepping aside. You furrowed your brow, not really understanding why he couldn’t just hand it to you at the door, but stepping inside nonetheless. “It’s in my room,” he offered, but could he not just have brought it with him? Did he have to prolong the shame even further? You followed him to his room.

In that moment you hated Seokmin for being who he was; for being sweet, gentle, caring, and gentlemanly. You would feel less pathetic if he yelled at you, if he was genuinely disgusted and wanted nothing to do with you. But there he was all smiling and supportive, and he wasn’t touching you at all, but he still felt like pillars on your back, soothing you and holding you up. 

“It was your roommate’s?” he asked absently as you traversed the halls. “Uh, yeah,” you answered sheepishly. 

“I can tell,” he threw his head back to you, and there was a huge grin on his face. A little bit of hope blossomed in your chest. “Yeah, I saw her at that party, you know? I think she slept with, uh, my friend, Minghao.” 

“That’ll be her,” you were smiling now too, and a huge wave of relief washed over you, as he at least let you believe that he thought it wasn’t your perversion bringing along that condom. 

Finally stumbling into his room, he did indeed pick it up from his desk, handing it back to you. You looked at it in his outstretched hand and blushed sheepishly. “Thanks,” you squeaked. 

Seokmin nodded in response. For a moment the two of you stood, uncertain of what to do and caught in the web of a terribly awkward silence. Seokmin’s eyes darted to the window and yours to the floor. 

“Hey, uh,” he giggled a little, scratching the back of his head. “I feel really bad for losing that Mario Kart game-”

You scoffed in response, but the facade of being peeved was falling apart, as you beamed up at him. 

“Maybe we could do, like, a quick rematch?” 

You shrugged, trying to be nonchalant with an ever-heavy flush in your cheeks: “I don’t back away from a challenge.” 

Seokmin won the rematch. This only spurred on another rematch, and suddenly there was no end to the madness. This time there was no awkwardness, no lingering silences. You were just giggling and strategizing, and throwing heat in the direction of your opponents. 

That uncomfortable, clamoring feeling left you, slowly. It became easy to forget it. That feeling that he was only there with you because of Vernon, that there was always some sort of demand, a twisting hand, forcing him upon you, and that you became a sort of burden on him. That was the thing about Seokmin, though, his ability to make you feel like his best friend; his ability to make him feel like he was there for you, even when he wasn’t.

It was only after an hour and a half or so, when Seokmin paused the game. 

“What the hell, Lee? I was just about to beat you!” you whined, crossing your arms. He nodded along, pushing himself off the bed. “Yes, I agree, which is why I’ve assessed that I need a refreshment.” 

“Oh, you’ve assessed?” 

“Yeah, I’ve assessed that I need a fresh, cooling drink in my gullet.” 

You both laughed a little and slumped back, dropping the controller. Seokmin smiled at you, eyes twinkling. “You want one?” 

“What are you getting?” 

“A beer,” Seokmin said. Rationally, you knew you shouldn’t accept. You were bad with alcohol, and everytime you drank just a little, a little easily became a lot. That was why you took yourself by surprise when your voice left your mouth, chipper and grand: “Sure!” 

One beer turned into another, and Mario Kart turned into talking on his bed, slumped into his fortress of pillows and giggling at his stories. You were a little tipsy, halfway into your second beer and your face was flushed and Seokmin was lying on his side, hand propped up under his head, as he made you laugh again. 

“Your kind of partying sounds… Extreme,” you murmured, rim of the bottle pushed against your lips where your words slightly slurred. Mario Kart and alcohol had gotten you a little out of your shell, and now you and Seomin were talking like friends - as if your brother didn’t even exist. You basked in the alcoholic buzz and in this reality, this hideout, where your lovely brother didn’t exist and the faint ache in your legs at Seokmin’s godly face in the bedside lamp wasn’t so utterly misplaced. 

“I think anything’s more extreme than your partying,” Seokmin mused teasingly. You huffed, putting down your beer and smoothing over your skirt. Everything was so lovely and artificially yellow and his body beside yours radiated pleasant heat. He was beautiful, you thought, looking at how the sweaters pooled on his torso and how his brown hair looked so soft and messy. You almost felt the absence of ground beneath you, when you imagined yourself at the cleft again.

“You don’t know about my kind of partying,” you joked and he chuckled softly. “You’re right, I shouldn’t make assumptions.” 

You looked at him and he was suddenly serious. The smiley, gooey Seokmin was gone and his eyes, although not threatening at all, were prodding at you. Your smile fell. The alcohol at this time felt misplaced and wrong, the lightness felt wrong.

“Were you gonna, you know, go with Jeonghan at the party?” he whispered. The world was suddenly very quiet, as if it were following Seokmin’s tact. You grimaced a little. “No. No, not really.” 

He studied you. You couldn’t bear to meet his eyes, opting to look at your hands in your lap. “Why not?” 

A pause.

You began to pick at your own fingertips, nails digging into the cuticles. Seokmin’s eyes dragged from your face to your hands, and he scooted closer to you, only to cover your hand with his, stopping your movements immediately. Suddenly so close, his voice was whispered right in your ear, so soft and so gentle, it felt like a kiss: “Don’t do that.” 

You sucked in a breath, hands ripping to your sides to lay stiff. “I’m, uh, I’m not that experienced, so I..”

Your eyes flicked up to gauge his reaction. In your worst nightmares, you imagined a laugh breaking onto his face, maybe disgust, but you felt yourself melting. He looked at you so softly, like you were the most precious, fragile thing and his hand had stilled in the air after you pushed it off, as if, like the most enchanting artwork at a museum, he fought desperately not to reach out and touch you. 

It was unbearable - how still the air had become, how heavy you felt, how your chest struggled to expand. You talked again, if only to fill the air with your babbling: “I’ve not had.. I mean, I can hardly get myself off… So. I probably. Couldn’t. Get him off.” 

You realized about halfway through your sentence that you should not have said that. That last half of your sentence was a breathy mess, as your voice became shaky with humiliation. His gaze, a delicate constant, was not helping either. You felt tears welling up in your eyes suddenly and maybe that was the worst part. 

“You have trouble getting yourself off?” he repeated, as if to make sure. “Like masturba-” 

“Yeah, that,” you squeezed your eyes shut. You couldn’t tell if you wanted him to shut up forever, so you’d never have to know his reaction, or if you wanted him to talk and be able to sense how this information changed his perception of you. His voice came, in spite of whatever you had hoped.

“I figured you were a virgin,” he mumbled, voice half muted by the palm of his hand, “but I thought you at least masturbated-” 

“I do!” you defended yourself, voice much louder than his and brows furrowing and tears threatening to spill over your eyes. “I’m just- I’m not that good at it.” 

“Hey,” he said softly, hand landing on your arm. You immediately shut up, lip trembling when you struggled to meet his eyes. “Relax, Y/n. It’s okay. I’m not judging you.” 

You nodded half-heartedly, still incredibly uneasy. 

“If you want…” Seokmin’s voice trailed off. His eyes ventured over your form briefly, licking his lips. “You know, if you want, I could teach you.” 

You looked at him silently. He seemed to snap out of whatever loopy trance he had been sucked into, because he was suddenly very jittery and scrambling through the bedsheets. “Uh, I mean- you don’t- God, I’m sorry- it was only if-” 

“Yes,” you said. His scrambling stilled immediately. His eyes were teacups. 

“You sure?” 

You nodded, not trusting your own voice. 

Seokmin squeezed his eyes shut, gulping as he sat back against the bed. His legs spread apart. “Come here,” he patted his thighs. 

You felt terribly sober. All that buzz and butterflies and blaze and blossom was gone and you felt like a doll, moving each limb individually, as you climbed into his lap, back to him. You were unable to think, unable to truly process what was happening, what it meant, as you felt his form engulf yours.

His hands found purchase on your hips and his breath was warm on your neck, as you felt every ridge of his abdomen on your back. His thumbs rubbed against your hip bone. 

“Okay, now show me how you usually do it,” his voice was a warm hum, a twinge of nervousness laced in it. Your face was lit ablaze and you squirmed in his hold, when one hand left your hip to gently push your legs apart. You sat, all open and held against him, dress keeping you covered.

“It’s embarrassing,” you huffed, being very serious, but Seokmin smiled and nosed your hair gently. 

“We can stop whenever you want, seriously, if you get uncomfortable, we stop” he reassured. 

“It’s just me.” 

It was. It was just Seokmin, your brothers best friend, the sweetest boy in the world, who used to have a swanky bowl cut and dorky school uniform and who was always Vernon’s most respectful friend, but he was hot and whispering into your ear and one hand was massaging the outside of your thigh. 

“Should I take my dress off?” you breathed, face turned halfway back to him. His hands squeezed at you in response and you could faintly make out his tongue sliding over his lips. 

“Only if you want, angel,” he whispered back, rubbing your sides tenderly. “We’re not doing anything you don’t want. Whatever makes you feel good. ‘M just here to help.” 

You nodded, and although the answer was maybe made to make you keep your dress on - a reassurance that there was no need to discard it - you removed yourself from his grasp, hands coming to tug your dress off. You felt a small boost of confidence when you heard Seokmin breathe out: “Shit.” 

Only in your bra and panties (terribly mismatched, your bra was black and your panties were pink), you leaned back into his hold, and you noted how Seokmin’s warm hands were much more careful now, splaying out on your bare skin. 

“Are you comfortable now?” he asked quietly. You nodded. He propped his head up on your shoulder, eyes cast down your almost-nude body, chest rising and falling. Your legs were closed again, he noticed, and his veiny hand reached down to open them again. “Show me how you do it, baby, so I can help you improve.” 

You gummed your lip, breathing in one last time, before your nervous fingers began dancing their way to your panties. They disappeared under the fabric for only a moment, before Seokmin spoke again.

“Sweetheart,” he tutted, hand wrapping around your wrist to stop its track. “Don’t just dive right in, you need to get yourself all hot first.” 

Your brows furrowed and some of the embarrassment you felt from being this exposed and pressed into Seokmin evaporated into genuine confusion.

“What? What do you mean?” you said, somewhat outraged, and Seokmin couldn’t help the laughter blooming in his chest at that. He vibrated against your back, hands smoothing down your arm. You pouted: “Don’t laugh at me, Minnie.” 

He stopped, still smiling as he nosed your temple. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your head, that had your heart beating out of your chest. “You’re just so cute.” 

Cute. You remembered your disdain for that word, but somehow, when it came from his lips, it made you beam. Everywhere he touched left behind a hot, burning ghost on your skin.

“You just have to touch your body, sweetheart,” he said sweetly. You thrashed in defiance, crying out quietly with red cheeks. Wiggling your body angrily, you felt his dick half-hard in his pants against your lower back. 

“Can’t you do it?” you whined, wanting nothing more than for him to take over and make you feel good. He sucked in a harsh breath behind you, fingers wrapping around your hands to soothe you still. He seemed to debate your proposal, but eventually he kissed your shoulder and spoke: “Okay, baby, but you have to show me you understand, alright?” you nodded feverishly. “We’re trying to get you to learn.” 

The whole thing had you dizzy, warm and gooey in his hands, and grounding yourself on his solid torso. You had tunnel vision, unable to focus on anything but his warm hands and sweet voice, and how fucking hard he was. You leaned your head up to look at him pleadingly. Even upside-down he was pretty. He giggled at your starstruck expression.

“Look at my hands, pretty,” he tapped your nose and you scrunched it, turning down to your own body, where he sat his hands on your waist. “You do it like this.” 

His hands started dragging over your skin, creating constellations of ghosts on your skin. One dragged across your stomach and down your leg, squeezing it along the way, and the other brushed over your bra-covered chest, landing on your shoulder and collarbones. Then they moved oppositely, then diverged from their chosen paths, and you started breathing heavily. Pressure built up in your stomach and your panties, and you felt how slick started leaking out of you. 

“Feel good?” Seokmin grinned against your neck, listening to the melody of your panted gasps. You nodded earnestly, moaning softly. Seokmin furrowed his brows at that noise, pressing kisses to your neck appreciatively. “Good girl. Such pretty sounds.” 

Both of Seokmin’s hands dragged up to your ribs. There, they paused. “Can I touch your chest, baby?” 

“Please,” you whimpered, and earned another sloppy kiss to the cheek. His hands immediately grabbed ahold of your chest, softly rubbing it over your bra. 

“Does that feel good?” he whispered. You hesitated for a moment. “Um, I don’t feel much, honestly.” 

You’d expect him to be a little angry or defensive, but Seokmin only hummed and nustled himself into your hair. “Good girl. Good girl, being so honest with me. So pretty.” 

You whined at his praise and Seokmin smiled smugly, taking notice of how heated you got from his words. 

“The- the fabric is in the way..” you whimpered meekly, and Seokmin nodded in understanding, stroking your sides soothingly. 

“You want to take off your bra?” he hummed, truly as if it would not expose you to him, as if it weren’t a lewd and depraved scenario, but something as simple as the weather. You nodded, removing yourself from the harbor of his arms once more to remove it. You unclipped it and threw it God knows where, before settling back into him. Seokmin peeked over your shoulder at your now bare breasts, groaning a little and covering it up with a cough. This was about you. 

Seokmin placed his hands on your tits again, massaging and rubbing the soft skin, before he brushed his thumbs over your hardened nipples.

You moaned - for the first time it was a clear moan, seething from your throat and puffing into the air. “Sound so pretty,” he muttered in your ear. “You really like that, hm?”

He pinched your nipples between his fingers, your back arching into his warm hands. Then, as soon as the pleasure had begun, it stopped, when his hands came to rest on the bed. You whined, twisting your head towards his, only to be stopped by fingers on your chin, turning you back forward. “Show me you can do it now, baby. You’re learning,” he reminded you.

 “But, Minnie, I want your hands,” you whined and he tutted softly in your ear. “I know, baby, but I need to know that you’re understanding this in that pretty little head of yours. Need to know you’re focusing. Come on, show me now.” 

Huffing, you placed your own hands (they somehow felt more foreign than his now) on your stomach and began to mimic his movements. You smoothed them up and down on your body, squeezing, then placed them on your chest, rubbing and pinching your nipples. 

“There you go,” he praised, and his hands had traveled to your shoulders, massaging them gently. You whimpered and turned your head to him again.

“Can you teach me how to touch my…” you trailed off.

“Your pussy?” he offered, as if it was nothing, as if it wasn’t vulgar or lewd. You nodded vigorously. Feeling him gulp a little, his hands became a little unsteady as they came to hold your waist again. “Can I hear you say it? Baby?” he asked and suddenly his voice was a little shaky, a little breathless. 

“Can you touch my pussy now, Minnie?” you asked, and any shame had been clouded over with lust. You’d never been this burningly bothered in your life, you needed him to touch you. He groaned, and this time he was unable to cover it up. You felt how his hard cock strained against his sweatpants, how it pressed into your back, and you wanted to touch it so bad. 

“Alright, baby, want your panties off?” His sharp nose was pressed into your hair. You shook your head. “Want them on.” 

He nodded. “Alright, jus’ tell me if you wanna stop, okay? I’m gonna touch you now.” 

His hand slipped under the waistband of your panties, disappearing under the pink fabric. As if they were always meant to be there, his fingers slipped through your folds, coming down to circle your slit in impossibly light figurations. 

“Shit,” he panted, grip on your waist suddenly bruising, as he tried to steady himself. “You’re so wet, baby, you like Seokminnie that much?” 

“Yeah, I do,” you nodded blindly, your own hands coming to grip onto his thighs. His middle finger danced upwards and pressed against your clit, and you immediately squeaked and shut your legs around his hand. 

“No, no, baby, don’t do that,” he frowned, hand that wasn’t buried in your pussy spreading your legs again. You felt how his legs, pressed against you, came to hook onto yours, forcing your legs apart with his own strength. He hummed in content. 

His finger pressed onto your clit again, and he felt how your legs tensed, straining against his to close. Your back arched and you moaned, eyes squeezed shut. He began rubbing it, and it was so intimate, how close you were to him, how his hand navigated your sopping wet pussy, fingers just rubbing you gently, and how bare you were, his eyes training over your bouncing tits when you thrashed. 

His fingers moved downwards again, gathering the wetness that was gushing out of you. Then, one long middle finger pushed into you. Canting into his hand, you moaned loudly and turned your head into his neck. Nosing the tan skin and inhaling his faint cologne, you began mindlessly kitten-licking the skin. His Adam's apple bopped under your tongue.

“You’re so tight,” he rasped, beginning to slowly push his finger in and out of you. His other hand had come to wrap around your waist in an attempt to calm the sudden bucking of your hips against his hand. 

His hand moved faster, obscene, wet sounds coming from your ruined underwear, where he worked diligently into your pussy. He slipped another finger in, and you cried from the stretch. It was becoming hard to contain you, thrashing and writhing against his hold, stuck between wanting to move closer and to move away entirely. His fingers tied a knot in your stomach.

“That’s right, pretty, tell me how good Minnie’s fingers feel,” he whispered hoarsely above your ear. You could almost only whine and moan, nipping at his neck a little. “Tell me or I’ll stop,” he warned.

“Feels so good!” you whined immediately, because if he stopped now, you figured you might start crying. “Feel so, so, so good, fuck, Seokmin, I’m-” 

“I know, baby, I know, but I’m teaching you, right?” 

Though your mind was fuzzy, you sensed what these words meant and panicked, hand coming down to grip his wrist in an attempt to hold him in place. “Please, please, please, Seokmin, don’t stop, please, don’t stop!” 

“Don’t talk back to me, sweetheart. I won’t stop, just talk to me. Tell me what you feel me doing,” pushing your head up again, Seokmin pressed his face against your cheek, so hard, you felt his humid pants against it. 

Your mind was so hazy, so transfixed on the feeling in your stomach and his finger in your pussy, you could hardly respond. 

“Tell me or I’ll stop, baby,” he reminded you again, and you scrambled frantically to focus. 

“Nngh! You’re- pushing in and out-” your voice broke, hips stuttering against his hand, that was continuing its remorseless pace. 

“Yeah, and?”

You furrowed your brows, lips trembling. “You’re- you’re curling them- A-ah!” 

“That’s right. Such a good girl. So smart and clever for me,” Seokmin whispered happily, his other hand slipping down your stomach to circle your clit. Both his hands working pleasure into your pussy, you cried out loudly, head pushed back into his chest.

“Just let go, baby, I can feel you clenching on me so hard. Wan’ me to stay in your pussy forever, hm? Just let go, cum whenever you want, wanna see your pretty face so bad,” somehow Seokmin was just as intoxicated off of lust as you, despite staying, hard and untouched, in his pants. But he babbled mindless praise to you, and you came to his sweet voice whispering in your ear.

Your orgasm sent you hurdling over the edge - the edge, the one you’d been standing at hopelessly for years. You flew across it and landed on Seokmin’s territory; in his arms. 

“Seokmin, a-ah!” you cried, releasing all over his fingers, coating them in your cum. Your entire body arched upwards, as you moaned into the night. Seokmin rode you through your high, pressing sweet kisses into your hair.

You fell limp against his body, worn out, when he finally retracted his fingers from your pussy. You snuggled into his sweater with a content hum. 

Seokmin smiled down at you, eyes brimming with fondness, as his cum-slicked hands wrapped around your torso in a hug, holding you into him. “You did so well,” he whispered genuinely. 

You looked up at him with a tired smile. “Thank you, Seokmin.” 

He held himself back from saying he would do that a thousand times over, in fact, he wouldn’t mind never pulling out - he could live with only one hand. Instead, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and whispered: “Of course, darling.” 

Your brows furrowed and you pulled yourself away from him a little, eyeing the tent in his pants worriedly. “Do you want me to-” 

“No,” he shook his head decidedly. “No, I’ll take care of it.” 

You looked at him with big, innocent eyes, that only furthered the throbbing of his cock. Partially, he wanted to give in so badly. The thought of your hand around his cock, all pouty and innocent and confused, and how heavy it would be in your small hand, had made him cum more times than he’d like to admit. But, he reminded himself, this was about you. This was a favor. “Are you sure?” you asked softly.

“Yes, baby, go to bed. I’m gonna go get you some fresh clothes.” 

You snuggled into bed while Seokmin scurried away to fetch a shirt and some boxers, and when he came back you cooperated limply in taking off your panties, and putting on what he’d given you. You fell asleep in his bed, cuddling his duvet, and surrounded by his scent. 

Seokmin watched you in adoration. How peaceful you looked, chest rising and falling, and a little pout on your lips. 

He wandered through the house, trying simultaneously to get as far from you as possible, and also trying to decide which of his housemates he currently hated the most. He landed on Jeonghan, slipping into his empty room and settling himself on the bed.

There, he fisted his solid fucking cock and bucked into his own hand, eyes squeezed shut to remember how you looked under his hands, how you begged for him, how well you listened, what a good girl you were for him. His moans were trembling and muffled by his own hand, and when he came, he felt momentarily smug, looking at how it dripped over Jeonghan’s sheets (served him right). Then, post-nut clarity sank in, as he reentered his own room and cuddled into you on the bed. 

He felt almost despicable. He felt gross and evil and perverted and lewd, not because of you, but because, as if it were his first time realizing it, he remembered that you were Vernon’s sister. He remembered that he had promised to protect you from manipulative guys and always watch over you, and help you if you needed help, and report to Vernon if you were acting weird. Yet here he was, letting you cum on his hand and groping your tits, as if he was still that teenage boy with that swanky bowl cut. 

After an hour of chewing on his lips and frowning, Seokmin let your sweet perfume lull him to sleep. He dreamt of you. _____________________________

There’s a blissful instant that morning when you wake up, curled into Seokmin’s arms, head nuzzled in his chest. There’s a blissful instant when you tilt your head, staring at his sleeping face, and he’s so beautiful, features all soft and breathing rhythmically. There’s a blissful instant where you see him, and your heart weeps in your chest because he’s so gorgeous.

Then it’s gone.

A panic button is pressed in your head, and your nerve-endings, each one resting on him, begin burning. What had you done? Yesterday feels like a faraway dream, but he’s still wearing that sweater and it grounds you in the reality of what had happened. 

You’re lost. What did this mean for the two of you? Was Seokmin just lusting after you? But that couldn’t be right, you thought, because he’d insisted on only helping you, refused your offers to help him, which now was making you rot in his arms with guilt. Was this genuinely an attempt to help you? To be diligently by your side at the request of your brother? But surely this had been outside of the realm of what was acceptable to help your best friend’s baby sister with? Did that mean he liked you? 

Seokmin awakened from your sudden squirming, as if, with enough shaking and turning, that feelings and thoughts would just fall out of you. They didn’t, they stayed right where they were, and all you were given in return was Seokmin’s eyes fluttering open. 

You watched him go through that same process; the bliss came first and then the panic. Seokmin’s eyes went from adoring to wide and grave and suddenly he was shuffling away from you on the bed, creating a cool distance between you on the landscape of his mattress. You didn’t miss the pink dusting his cheeks.

“Uh- good morning,” he mumbled, and he could only look at his hands. Your throat was unbelievably dry. “Morning.” 

You’re not sure how you both managed, but you went through that morning without mentioning the previous night even once. The air was thick with tension, fleeting glances, and shaky hands, while Seokmin made you both bowls of oatmeal. You stood on the other side of the counter in his shirt and his boxers. 

You ate in his bed. It was silent and heavy and each clink of spoons against the bowl-rims had you both wincing. He put on a TV-show and you sat across from one another, chewing wordlessly to some drama in the background. Your belly was pooling with tension and light cascaded onto you, revealing your pores and flaws. Were you a bad person?

Finally, finally, Seokmin put down his spoon with yet another clink, fingers catching the bridge of his nose and eyes squeezing shut. He huffed into the palm of his hand, swallowing the oatmeal hard. 

“Uh-” he began and his voice cracked, “Y/n. About last night-” 

But you cut him off, and he couldn’t ever, even in his wildest dreams, have imagined that these words would come out of your mouth:

“I want to return the favor.” 

The words were almost spat and discarded, as if they’d been sitting on the tip of your tongue all morning with a foul taste, and you’d only now been able to rid yourself of it. Seokmin snapped his head towards you, a genuine surprise on his face, but he soon wished he hadn’t looked at all. 

You were so pretty, sitting cross legged in his shirt and a blush creeping up your neck and cheeks all shiny in the morning sun. And there was this innocence to your eyes, big lashes shadowing it only a little; this earnestness that told him you really, really wanted to do this for him.

“I-” he chuckled a little, heart clenching at your sweetness, “I can’t ask you to do that.” 

“Well, it’s good that I’m asking you then,” you said, and though the comment was witty, when Seokmin looked at you again, he saw how careful you looked, and how unsure you were of yourself. 

“Listen, N/n,” he reached out to grab your hand, and it was burning into yours, each area of adjoined skin screaming at you with reminders of last night. “You don’t have to do that. I just wanted to make you feel good, I was happy to just be of service to you-” 

“But I want to make you feel good,” you pouted, almost brattily. Seokmin’s gentle expression and tone faded into something darker, as his eyes flitted down to your exposed legs and your heaving chest. He swallowed, putting away his bowl of oatmeal and collecting himself. 

“Are you sure? You need to be absolutely 100% sure-” 

“I’m sure, Minnie. I want to-” you broke off your own words with a squeak, face becoming bright red. You leaned in self-consciously, as if to tell him a secret: “I want to suck your dick.” 

Your whispered admittance had him groaning, groaning at how sweet and innocent your voice was, how you couldn’t even say it loudly, you had to whisper the dirty word to him. He wanted you so badly, wanted to be the one to take away your innocence, to make you all dirty and beg for him, to make you thrash and whine and to teach you how to really feel good. He wanted you.

It’s like a switch had flipped, when Seokmin put his hand on the back of your head, and suddenly you were kissing again. The tension from before was replaced with something wholly different, something hot, something laced in the eye contact he gave you, before he leaned it again. 

And Seokmin was kissing you with a fervor that you recognized from yourself - you both wanted to forget. Wanted to forget Vernon, who, although a great brother and friend, had become a heavy strain on your relationship with Seokmin. So you kissed him and let his tongue in your mouth when it swiped over your bottom lip, and you sucked on it, and you let him and yourself get lost in each other.

The sound of smacking lips and saliva was so lewd too, especially when Seokmin’s hand pulled you from your spot on the bed and into his lap, hands roaming your body, while you tangled into his hair. He was half-moaning into your mouth by the time he pulled away, face flushed and eyes darker and lower and lips swollen red. 

“You gonna let me use that pretty mouth, baby?” he whispered against your lips, one hand palming over his cock through his boxers. You nodded, almost desperately, one hand reaching out to his in his lap. “Can I touch it?” 

Seokmin smiled fondly, looking down at where your small hand was outstretched towards his cock. “Yeah, baby, go ahead.” 

You were a bit clumsy at first, but soon enough you found its outline in his black boxers and you squeezed it a little. Seokmin crooked over, groaning into your shoulder. You felt him get harder and harder against your palm, a small smile at the desperate noises he was making. 

Seokmin had laid his cheek on your shoulder, neck twisting to stare up at you, while you focused solely on touching him, and he hated himself for getting even harder because it was you - you, who he had wanted for so long, who he was hugged into and lying on, while you touched his warm cock.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, breathing heavily, and then smiling brightly when you became all sheepish, smiling and looking away, so that you had to pause your actions. He nosed into your neck, regaining some semblance of control over the situation, now that you weren’t touching him, and his breath was warm and humid on your skin. He pressed small kisses up to your jawline, nose flattening against you.

“So, so pretty. Fuck, imagining you with my cock in your mouth, all drooling and shit. Fuck, baby, you gonna let me fuck your mouth?” he rambled, hands finding home on your tits again. You whined and nodded, trying to pry him off of you. Immediately (forever struggling with a little concern that you might’ve changed your mind) he pulls away, looking up at you worriedly. 

“Don’t- don’t touch me, I don’t wanna get.. All hot,” you whispered those words that he had said last night, biting your lip in worry. “I want to do it now.” 

Seokmin melted completely, and in a complete inability to contain his adoration, brushed hair out of your face and pressed a million kisses to your cheeks and your nose. “Okay,” he said in between kisses, and you felt his smile on your skin, “okay, baby. But if it gets too much, tap my thigh three times, okay? If you need anything, if you feel uncomfortable.” 

“Yes, yes,” you huffed, pushing yourself away from him and hopping onto the floor, sinking to your knees before the bed. 

It felt completely unreal - to both of you. How you were suddenly on your knees and how he settled in front of you, bare, thick thighs on either side of your head. Everything was all light and all the places he’d kissed and touched had become holy and glowing on your body. He shimmed his boxers off and you gaped at the sudden exposure of his dick. 

He was hard. Apparently the kissing and groping had been enough, because it slapped against his sweater, leaking silky white liquid from the tip. And he was big - you didn’t exactly have a good point of reference, but you vaguely sensed from Giselle’s words that this was quite a feat. 

And actually seeing it brought a wave of uncertainty on you, not as to whether or not you wanted to do it, but how. So, you blinked up at him with a small frown, voice small when you spoke: “Seokmin.. How- how do I do it?” 

Seokmin practically glowed with adoration, when he petted your head and rubbed your cheek, seemingly so comfortable despite being totally bare. “You just put your lips around it and suck, baby, it’s easy,” he said softly, then added, a little panicked: “And be mindful of your teeth.” 

“But it’s so big,” you marveled, eyes trained on it, and he almost groaned at it, because you sounded so genuinely amazed, so disbelieving. 

“Just put your hands around the parts you can’t reach. I’ll be gentle, baby, don’t worry,” he said. You nodded hesitantly, leaning forward towards it, but his hand in your hair suddenly clenched and pulled you back. You looked up at him and saw his eyes brimming with worry. “You do want this, right?” 

“Yes, please, stop being so- so gentle with me and let me suck your dick!” You whined, fed up with being treated like glass, and tugged his hand out of your hair. Seokmin visibly relaxed at your insistence, nodding. 

Finally, fingers grabbing the base of it, you wrapped your mouth around the tip. You were met immediately with the taste of his pre-cum, licking over where it leaked curiously. Seokmin’s hand found your hair again, gripping it tight to steady himself, as he groaned loudly. You slowly sank down, basking in the whimpers you ripped from his mouth.

“Fuck- you’re- you’re doing so good, baby,” he cried, face twisted in pleasure and head thrown back. You looked up at him and he was so pretty and glowing, panting into the air. 

You sank down as far as you could, feeling the tip sit snug against the back of your mouth, and your hands wrapped around the base of his dick. You looked up at him, experimentally squeezing, and pursing your lips around his dick to suck it carefully.

“A-ah! Fuck!” Seokmin cried, hand that wasn’t in your hair squeezing the edge of his mattress. His thighs were flexing on either side of your head. “You’re- you’re so good at this, sweetheart. Good girl, fuck, such a pretty girl for me, letting me use you like this.” 

You whined at his words, squeezing your thighs together. Seokmin’s hips bucked upwards at the vibrations, hitting the back of your throat. The sudden intrusion was unexpected and you let out a garbled moan around his cock. He panted regretfully: “S-Sorry, baby, d-didn’t mean to do that, you just feel so good. Can- can you bob your head up and down it for me?” 

You did, started moving your head up and down his shaft, and breathing hard through your nose, while your hands squeezed the base of his cock. Looking up at Seokmin, you felt confidence that you were doing something right. He was in heaven, face all scrunched up and breathing as if he’d just ran a marathon. 

And when he peeked his down to you, he could’ve cum immediately. Your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, head bopping with tears in your eyes from the pressure in your throat, and how curious and sparkling they were, gauging his reaction. The groan that clawed its way up from his heart, through his throat and out into his room quickly turned to a whimper. 

“I’m- I’m gonna cum, sweet pea, can I-” he swallowed hard, because even the thought had him close to release. “Can I cum down your throat, pretty?” 

You nodded, a little too preoccupied to answer, but Seokmin got it, and with just a couple more bobs, and the feeling of your wet tongue pressing against the underside of his cock, he spurted into your mouth in long ropes of white, whining at the top of his lungs, and pulling hair from the roots. 

It was, admittedly, a little gross and sticky in your mouth, but it was also hot and you felt proud you’d made him feel good. He was panting, trying to recover, when you pulled off his dick, a satisfied smile on your face. His hand wandered to your face, caressing your cheekbone, before moving down to your puffy lips. 

“Can I-” he was almost embarrassed, “Can I see baby? Can you open your mouth for me?” 

A little confused, you did as told and opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue that was still covered in his sticky release. 

“Fuck,” he groaned at the sight, squeezing his eyes shut and willing himself not to get hard again. “C-Can you swallow it for me, beautiful?” 

Still confused, you nodded and gulped it down, trying not to look like it felt as gross as it did. If Seokmin noticed, he didn’t remark it, because he only groaned again, and pulled you by your face into a sloppy, heated kiss. 

“So, so, so good for me,” he whispered, not letting you out of the kiss, even when saliva dripped down your chin. “Such a good girl, letting me use her mouth, such an obedient, good girl.” 

You whined into his mouth at those words, bothered by the aching in your core that his moans and his blissed out face had caused, and now those words repeated over and over: Good girl.

He grinned into your mouth. “Yeah? You like being my good girl, right? Like doing your best for Seokminnie?” 

“Yes,” you murmured breathlessly, too lost in the feeling of his mouth and his hands rubbing your waist to come up with anything better.

Seokmin pulled away with a warm smile, both hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “You did well,” was all he said, and you could genuinely cry, because that was it - you just wanted to know you did well. 

“I’m gonna go clean up, okay?” he said, waiting for you to nod in response before he pushed himself off the bed, snatching a new pair of boxers from a drawer on his way out of the door. 

You threw yourself on the bed, closing your eyes contentedly. 

He liked you. You were sure of it now, when you thought back to how his eyes had balked at you so wonderfully, how careful and attentive he’d been. You were certain, and your heart smiled and you smiled and your hair was sprawled out on his sheets and for the first time, that desert wasteland in your head welcomed you and took you in, and you were right where you were supposed to be. 

Until your phone started buzzing. 

It was dancing across the sheets violently at someone's call and you peeked open one eye tiredly to pick it up. And when you did, the desert turned on you. Caught in a sandstorm, you held your phone between your fingers and felt your heart drop, lowered into the acid bath of your stomach.

It was Vernon.

Vernon, who was Seokmin’s best friend. Vernon, who was your brother. Vernon, who had always yelled at you to leave his room whenever he had Seokmin over. Vernon, who didn’t like when you talked to any guys at all, who had recruited his best friend to watch over you and take care of you. Vernon, whose best friend had just had his dick in your mouth. 

You heard the shower running distantly when you clicked accept, hoping to God that you didn’t look too disheveled. 

“Hi, N/n!” Vernon cheered immediately on the other end. His face popped up on your screen, a bright smile on his face. You smiled too - you missed your brother - but it was half faded, and Vernon noticed immediately. 

“Hi, Vern,” you said softly. His brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?” 

Of course, he could read you like a book. Of course, he knew that you were distant and nervous. You sighed heavily, trying desperately to collect yourself, to remember how you usually behaved, but for some reason, that you was far gone, and you had to be splayed on his screen, like a person replaced by something peregrine. 

“I’m a little stressed out,” you mumbled. “Got a lot of papers and stuff, that’s why I’m not home.” 

“Come home next break, okay? We miss you and you need to get out of that place every once in a while.” 

You nodded. 

Vernon’s eyes narrowed suddenly, and you saw him lean closer to the screen (which would have been funny, were you not suddenly wondering if there was leftover cum on your face). “Hey, where are you right now?” 

“My friend,” you said quickly - too quickly. “Her name’s Yunjin, we’re working together in chem.” 

Vernon hummed, seemingly content with your answer. “Your friend has the same bed sheets as Seokmin.” 

Shit, yeah, they facetimed every week, you remembered, cringing at yourself for not thinking of it earlier. You tried to play it cool, shrugging: “Weird.”

“Yeah, anyway-” 

Vernon rambled on and on about something or other, but you were unable to focus, watching the door to Seokmin’s room with a worried frown.

Moreover, you felt like a whore. Realistically, you hadn’t even lost your virginity. But sleeping with your brother’s best friend suddenly felt way more real now that you were talking to said brother, now that you were lying to his face, and you felt dirty and gross and you wished you could stand before Vernon, as the same baby sister that you had been before. But you weren’t. You were disgusting.

“Vernon, I gotta go,” you cut him off, and you hadn’t heard a word. Vernon’s excited expression dropped and he furrowed his brows. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, and you thanked the pixels for concealing at least a bit of the worry on his face. 

“Yeah, I just- I really need to get going,” you said. “Bye, Vernon!”

“By-” 

You disconnected the call and gathered your things, put your own clothes back on. Throwing Seokmin’s clothes onto his floor felt like shedding a second skin - a skin that had made you ugly and greedy and lustful. You only kept his boxers on, lumping the dress over your shoulders to drape over you in an unsightly and unorganized way. 

You spared a glance at the wrapped condom on his bedside table, long lost and forgotten by now. You could leave it. You could leave it and have a reason to come back, a reason to slip across that ledge again and fall into his arms and his mouth and his warmth. You almost did. Almost left it right there, where it begged to belong. But you snatched it off the counter, ignoring the way your heart clenched when you did, and slipped it into your tote bag. And you left, jumping across the border that separated you and back into your own wasteland. And it was so cold and so empty. You were alone again.

Seokmin came out of the shower, expecting to see you cuddled up in his bed, all soft and beautiful. But you weren’t there. Seokmin understood immediately. The condom was gone and so were you, only the perfume in his sheets remained, willing him to remember. And he cried. He sobbed into his own hands, because what had he done? 

You did not see each other the rest of that day. Or the next day. _____________________________

Seokmin wanted to let you disappear. He wanted you to slip away and he wanted to forget it had even happened - like a burning star dies out and leaves only a faint warmth behind, lasting years. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t let you go, couldn’t bear knowing he’d never hold you in his arms again, never see you laugh again, never see you cum again. And he couldn’t bear knowing that maybe he’d read it wrong; maybe he’d made you uncomfortable, maybe you’d felt obligated. 

So he texted you. For two days his texts came in sporadically and unsuccessfully. Questioning and pleading, he wanted to know it wasn’t true. 

Lee Seokmin: why’d you leave? 

Lee Seokmin: can we talk??

Lee Seokmin: i miss u

Lee Seokmin: i need to know i didnt hurt you

Lee Seokmin: can you please answer? 

Each text came more painful than the last. Each text came more pleading. You sat alone in your room, in the dark, having only his one sided chats to light up your tear-streaked face. 

Eventually they stopped coming. You thought they would. You thought, you knew, eventually he’d give up. But what hurt the most was knowing he wanted you too; knowing he liked you as much as you liked him. You’d seen it in his eyes, when his hand slipped between your legs, and you’d seen it when he came staring down at you.

But you preferred to remember Seokmin for how he was.

How he was small and young, how he had a swanky bowlcut and how he looked in his school uniform. How he and your big brother, Vernon, had bonded and watched movies together in your living room, and the countless dinners he’d stayed over for, always so respectful to your parents and you. You preferred to remember when he didn’t love you back. 

The pain that had been tethered to your youth and to him, back when he was unreachable, just a figure you could marvel at, was so much duller compared to this pain, the one pulsed in your heart now: the pain of him loving you back, but still being off-limits. Something that could be, but was destined to die out. And it did, when he stopped texting you, you felt that unborn child’s soul leave your own. Alone again.

And then suddenly, you weren’t. 

A stern knock on your door. You flinched at the sound, fearing the worst. You were in your bed, in your sweatpants and your sweater and that condom was on the bedside table, watching the door with you. 

Another knock.

“Y/n, I know you’re in there!” 

Seokmin. Of course, it was Seokmin. No one else would come for you. But it was all too painful. You feared the worst - feared that seeing him, you would collapse into him again, and that this time you wouldn’t be able to find your way back. 

“Open the door, Y/n,” his voice was serious.

“Go away, Seokmin!” you yelled, voice breaking halfway. 

A pause. When Seokmin spoke again, he was not angry anymore; he was vulnerable.

“Y/n. I-I know you don’t want to talk to me, but-” he paused, wincing at himself and you knew there was tears in his eyes. “But I need to know that I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” 

You thought that you could handle the self-blame Seokmin omitted - maybe that’s just because it was words on a screen. But hearing him crying outside your door, and how real he was when his hand knocked vigorously, it tore down each and every one of your last defenses. 

“I need- I need to hear that you’re okay and that I-” 

“I’m opening the door,” you interrupted him, and sure enough you padded to the door and swiftly unlocked it. 

And then you were standing before one another. It was like time stopped, how the air stilled around you, and how the world quieted down. He was all crumpled paper hearts, all deflated and broken, and his hair was messy and his eyes were dark, but they sparkled again, just at the sight of you, and yours at him. 

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered, breaking the enchantment cast upon you. The real world came crashing down, the people in the streets and birds in the trees and wind coursing through the leaves. The light that you’d shut out with a firm tug to the curtains was dancing on your linoleum floor. “It’s my fault. It’s- I talked to Vernon and I- I feel like shit, Seokmin. I feel like a slut.” 

“You’re a virgin!” Seokmin scoffed, but it did nothing to calm you. 

“It felt wrong! Because I- because you’re Vernon’s friend. Because Vernon never likes when I date guys, and because now I’ve been fooling around with his best friend,” you defended yourself, biting your lip when tears stung your eyes. Seokmin softened. “I just felt guilty. And gross.” 

“You’re not gross, you’re in love,” he said softly, and your eyes locked. Everything about him was pleading - he was just short of literally falling to his knees, begging for you to hear him out. “And- and with me, of all people!” 

“Seokmin-” 

“And I’m in love with you too,” his voice was an urgent whisper, not daring to let you speak again, to let you try and steer him away. 

“Of all people,” you mumbled, a small smile finding your lips. Seokmin smiled too. 

“So.. I’m tired of hearing you talk about yourself like this. I’m tired of Vernon being the one keeping us apart. I want- I want you to know that Vernon would understand.”

You shook your head dismissively. He wouldn’t. 

“I know him too! You know? Maybe better than you,” he pouted a little, and it made you laugh, and everything was becoming lighter, and for better or worse you really did want to jump into his arms again. “He shouldn’t be the thing stopping you from dating me- or- or anyone, really. But especially me.” 

You giggled again, and Seokmin’s heart palpitated in his chest at that sound - and at being the source of it. Then the laughter trailed off and your smile tightened and your heart tightened: “I just don’t want to sneak around-” 

“Okay! Say no more!” Seokmin interrupted, hand held out as if to calm a mighty beast. He casually pulled out his phone, tongue in his cheek, as he called your brother. Vernon.

It rang for a few seconds, put on speaker. You couldn’t help the nervousness. Couldn’t help the pinch in your nerves, building up from your stomach and into your heart. Then he answered. 

“Hey, dude, what’s up?” Vernon’s voice glitched on the other end of the line, utterly oblivious (as always). Seokmin spoke, hand on his hip: “Hey, just curious, how would you feel if me and your sister started dating?” 

There was a moment of silence. On Vernon’s end, you imagined it was simply puzzled, but on your end, you stood with your heart all big and floaty, like a balloon in your hand, waiting for him to say that he’d hate it, that he’d kill him, and pop your heart with a simple word to prick. That wasn’t what he said though. Vernon said:

“I mean, yeah, man, I’d prefer you over any of those other college douchebags. I at least know you’d take care of her for real, man, not like that Jeonghan guy you were going on about.” 

Your heart balloon took off, and the boundary between you and Seokmin filled itself with sand. Had it been imaginary? This whole time? You couldn’t help the wheeze you left you, overwhelmed with relief and joy. 

“I know, man, Jeonghan’s the worst,” Seokmin said casually, but he was grinning from ear to ear at your reaction. You’d buckled over in silent laughter, unable to contain the glee. It seemed to dramatic now 

“The worst,” Vernon repeated. Then he pursed his lips and spoke again: “So you’re dating my sister?” 

“Uh, you know, I think we’re making it official in a second, yeah,” Seokmin said and even Vernon could hear the smile in his voice. 

“Cool, man, yeah, I kind of figured, she facetimed me with your ugly ass bed sheets in the background, and I thought, no way, a girl would buy those bed sheets.” 

“Lay off my sheets, man.” 

Both of the men laughed and you did too, crying laughing and covering your mouth to contain. Your chest was fluttering with butterflies and light and love.

“Hey, man, for real, if you hurt her, I know where you live, bro,” Vernon was suddenly serious. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it, man,” Seokmin responded, equally as serious now. He eyed you, then spoke into the phone again: “Hey, I gotta go make sweet love to your sister.” 

“Ew, dude, don’t say tha-” 

And the phone was hung up and Seokmin was laughing with you, eyes crescent and smile wide and toothy, and cheeks all red and shiny, he doubled over and took your hands in his. “I told you, didn’t I?” 

“Shut up, Lee,” you said, pulling him by the hand and letting him kiss you. Letting yourself kiss him. Letting yourself back into his arms, and this time Seokmin had crossed the border, and had fallen into you, and you stood there together and you were in love. 

So, so in love, your lips entangled and danced together, and your hands dragged up the back of his neck and his up your waist. 

And you realized, his tongue in your mouth, this was how you preferred to remember Seokmin; completely and utterly in love with you, and dancing with you in your room, and smiling into the kiss, and hands running up your body. You preferred to remember him as yours, and yourself as his. 

Seokmin guided you to your bed, pulling your body into his lap. Then he pulled away, completely out of breath, and smiling at you like a twinkling star. 

“Think we can finally break open that condom now?” 

“Fuck yes,” you said.

And then you did.

dude was j trying to show the no. of unread msgs but boyy he didn't know the effects of showing me his hand which made me imagine so much within a span of a second. I LOVE JOSHUA'S HANDS AND FINGERS. IT MAKES ME FUCKING WANT THEM KNUCKLES DEEP INSIDE ME EVERYTIME I SEE THEM. I WILL DO ANYTHING TO HAVE THESE FUCKING FINGERS FUCK ME ANYWHERE.

his hands would totally feel good whenever he touches your skin. the way he would cup your jaw when kissing while making out. the bliss it would be when it would be placed on the moulds of your bare chest. the way his big hands would squeeze them hard while nipping your sensitive spots on your neck, making you moan his name while your fingers run through his hair. the way his mouth would come down to suck onto your boobs while the other one gets played by his hand. squeezing the whole by his broad palm. pinching your nipples in between to draw the sounds of pleasure from you. he would slowly go down to your torso then lower to come face to face with your now soaked underwear while his eyes never leaves yours. smirking as he realises how wet he got you just by the foreplay. he rubs your pussy over the clothing that acted as a barrier but successfully drawing a moan from your mouth in pleasure. then after a second you realise that he has already thrown off the little clothing covering your cunt. "joshua- ah josh-", he loved the way you called out for him in the most erotic way once he attached his lips to your clit. the way he found his pleasure as you gripped his hair while his tongue played with your hole, making you arch your back in pleasure. you feel the air hit your pussy as soon as he draws back but before you cry due to the emptiness you felt down there, soon you feel him fill your wet cunt with two of his fingers. he makes you scream his name as he curls his fingers inside you, hitting your spot. now he slowly pulls them out and thrust them in again but harder, making you grab your boobs and pinch the nipples for more stimulation. "are you sure this fucking tight hole of yours can take me in completely?", he asks you as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out. "mmh please give me more josh please i need more of you", he loved to see and hear you beg for him. there you got him scissoring your pussy while sucking onto your clit. so fucking erotic. a hand of yours grabbing your tits and the other gripping his hair. it was heaven to hear him grunt and praise you with his mouth against your pussy. he knew what effect he had on you when he makes eye contact with you as he eats you out as if you are the most delicious dish to be served to him. he starts fingering you again but this time with three of his long and slender but thick fingers drawing you closer and closer to your orgasm. "fuck josh- i cant- ahh fuc-", then there you see him covered with your juices, smiling at you. he comes up to kiss you while pinning you down with his masculine big muscled arms. "already tired? but the night is still young my sweetheart."

im sure mr.gentlesexy wouldn't be that gentle in bed but would totally be the sexiest among all the men existing. JOSHUA HONG IS A NEED INDEED.

After a long day || hjs

pairing: joshua hong x female reader

genre: smut

warnings: unprotected sex, petnames (princess, babygirl), creampie, oral (male receiving), choking, fingering

summary: joshua has a rough day at practice and channels his frustration into fucking you

word count: 1.1k

author’s note: in celebration of me pulling joshua in my FML album, I decided to write this<3 i did not proof read, so apologies for any mistakes

When you heard the front door open and close with a slam, you knew that your boyfriend had come home in a bad mood. You pushed away your textbook and stretched as you moved to your feet, peaking out of the bedroom. Joshua looked exhausted. A frown made its way onto your face as you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he kissed your forehead before burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Rough day?” You asked, to which he nodded with a soft sigh. His hands rested on your hips as he pulled you closer, kissing your shoulder. “Kept messing up during practice. There’s a move I just can’t seem to get down no matter how many times i try it.”

With a small nod, you pulled back slightly and cupped his cheeks. “You’ll get it. You always do.” He just frowned in response. “I don’t wanna think about practice anymore right now. Just need you.” He kissed you firmly, tightening his grip on your hips while guiding you towards the bedroom. Whenever he had a particularly difficult day, he’d channel his frustration into fucking you. Knowing what was to come, you could already feel your arousal growing. He quickly stripped off your clothes as the two of you entered the bedroom, pushing you onto your knees once you were fully naked. You gazed up at him, biting your lower lip gently and clenching your thighs together as he tugged off his shirt before unbuttoning his pants. “Hands behind your back. If you move them, I’ll spank you.” He warned. Although you occasionally enjoyed being spanked, you figured this would be a good time to behave yourself. He obviously wasn’t in the mood for you to misbehave.

Joshua pushed down his pants, along with his boxers, and entangled his fingers in your hair. His other hand moved to his cock, wrapping his fingers around it and stroking slowly before guiding the tip to your mouth. “Be a good girl for me, hm?” You nodded, parting your lips. He pressed the tip against your tongue before pushing in a bit further, tightening his grip on your hair as he slowly thrusted his hips. His eyes fluttered shut and features relaxes as he guided you to take more of his length, bobbing your head slowly. You flattened your tongue against the base of him, eliciting a soft moan of approval as you watched him. Each thrust pushed further down your throat until you were nearly gagging on him. “You always take me so well, princess. My good girl.” He praised, beginning to speed up. It wasn’t long before he was thrusting into your mouth fully, making your eyes water as you tried to control your breathing through your nose. He pushed the entirety of his length into your mouth, holding you down for a moment as he groaned before finally releasing and pulling you off of him, dragging you to your feet while you gasped for air.

Throwing you onto the bed, he followed and settled between your legs, pressing a firm kiss to your lips. “Can’t wait to have your pretty pussy around me.” He mumbles against your lips as his hand moved between your thighs, pressing his middle finger against your clit. “Please, Shua. Need you to touch me.” You whined bucking your hips. He kissed along your shoulder, rubbing your clit slowly. “Be patient, princess. You know I always give you what you want.” He trailed his fingers along your soaked folds before pressing two against your entrance, pushing them into you. Your eyes flutter shut as a soft moan escaped, grasping onto his shoulders to pull him closer. He thrusted his fingers into you while continuing to press firm kisses along your skin, nipping at it occasionally. “You’re always so wet for me. Always desperate for me to touch you. I’m the only one that can make you feel this good, aren’t I?” He looked up at you for your response, chuckling as you nodded breathlessly, too focused on his touch to reply properly. He pressed his thumb against your clit, pressing firmly as you clenches around his digits and arched your back. “Please, I’m gonna cum.” You gasped, too desperate to feel embarrassed about how quickly he was able to get you worked up. He fucked his fingers into you faster as he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it firmly. You cried out in pleasure as you came around his fingers, throwing your head back and digging your nails into his shoulders as he pinned you down, working you through your orgasm.

“Good girl.” Joshua cooed, slowing his fingers as you panted heavily and opened your eyes, gazing up at him. He pressed a kiss to your lips before flipping you onto your front, pulling your hips up. He teases your folds with the tip of his cock before thrusting into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. You didn’t have time to recover as he began thrusting at a rapid pace, holding onto your hips with a bruisingly tight grasp. You couldn’t hold in your moans even if you wanted to as he set a punishing pace, pulling your hips against his with each hard thrust. Grasping onto the sheets as you buried your face into the pillow, your moans and cries grew louder with each thrust, thighs trembling from the intensity. Joshua moves a hand to your throat, grasping onto it as he pulled your body up and pressed your back flush against his chest. “You love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?” He practically growled into your ear, knowing you couldn’t respond. His free hand slid between your legs, rubbing rough circles against your clit. Your back arches further as you came suddenly, grasping onto his arm and digging your nails into his skin as you sobbed from the overwhelming pleasure, your body trembling. It only took a few more thrusts for him to release, breathing hard against your shoulder and holding onto you firmly. The two of you collapsed into the mattress as you both caught your breath, Joshua kissing every inch of skin he could reach from his position. He untangled himself from you and helped you roll onto your back, pushing your hair out of your face and pecking your lips.

“I love you. So much.” He sighed contently, gazing at you as if you were the one that put the stars in the sky. “I love you more than anything.” You replied with a small smile, cupping his cheeks. “I think we should take a shower. You kinda stink.” You teased, getting a soft chuckle from him as he nodded in agreement. “Let’s go for round two?”

Vanilla III [M] FINAL

Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader Tags: 5.4k, F2L, Romance, Smut 18+ Summary: Joshua is a man with a plan and that plan involves a little dress-up, an old camera, and the woman he loves. It almost sounds sweet, doesn’t it? 

One | Two | Three (Final)

Warnings: explicit sexual content 18+, minors dni!, bdsm practices, consent/rules/safe words established, mean-dom!josh, sub/brat!reader, unprotected sex (mxf), fingering (f), oral (f), manhandling, pussy slapping & spitting (?), breast/nipple play, nipple clamps, blindfold, taking explicit pictures, light bondage. throat/face gripping, possessive role/speech, demoralizing dirty talk, coarse language, multiple orgasms, pet names, moderate sir kink, aftercare.

You’re beginning to think you’ve become far too familiar with the foot of Joshua’s bed.

It hadn’t been more than ten minutes of being home from your date that he’d pressed you against the kitchen counter and told you to go wait for him. The morning had been spent with smiles and laughter. Stolen kisses and interlaced fingers over the table at breakfast and throughout the market. Now, your legs are tucked neatly beneath you, hands in your lap, head bowed as you wait for him to enter the room.

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Manners (Part 1)

Viscount Joshua Hong is by far the most eligible bachelor in London. Rich, handsome, and renowned for his excellent manners and refined tastes. Young woman would kill for the chance to be the Viscount's chosen bride. But nobody can quite determine which of the young ladies he prefers, and you are beginning to have your doubts. Is the Viscount really as gentlemanly as the ton seems to think?

Genre: Joshua Hong x Female!reader. Regency!AU (It's sort of Bridgerton-esque in the sense that I give zero attention to historical accuracy and prioritize aesthetics lmao) You are a sibling to all the Lees (Woozi, DK, Dino) so your last name is Lee but the reader has no other specific characteristics, physical or otherwise.

Word Count: 3.2k+

Part 2

Series Masterlist [I would highly recommend reading the earlier stories in this series, Patience, and Candle, before this one but it's not strictly necessary.]

It was a warm evening in June when your life suddenly changed. 

You had, at that point, been out in London society for almost two years without having received a single marriage proposal. Being the third child and eldest daughter of the Lee family, your responsibilities were far greater than your charms. 

Most young ladies your age possessed a bountiful dowry and carefully developed talents to attract a husband. Instead, you possessed the responsibility of managing five siblings, an absentee father, and a mediocre dowry. Only three of the siblings were younger than you (but really, from the way he sometimes behaved, Seokmin might as well have been younger than you). 

Mr. Lee (your father) was often away and busy managing affairs of the estate. He had ceased to care for society or matrimony since the death of your beloved mother. The responsibility of ensuring your siblings were raised well had naturally fallen on you, the eldest daughter. You did not entirely resent the circumstances. You loved all your siblings equally- even sullen Jihoon and cheeky little Chan- but your future was quite clear. 

You would probably end up an old maid. 

Or you would have, if not for that fateful June evening when Viscount Joshua Hong appeared unannounced on the doorstep of your London home. 

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The kitchens were in an uproar. 

“These noblemen are quite careless!” the cook cried out as she struggled angrily to light the large coal fire. “To come around unannounced for dinner-the Viscount, you say- oh, what am I supposed to serve him? I was going to prepare a simple soup and fish for the family supper but that will certainly not suffice for a Viscount!”

You tried in vain to calm the cook. 

“Really, Dotty, it is all right- I am sure the Viscount will not demand anything more than what we usually eat,” you told her gently. 

“Of course he will not demand it- I am quite aware that the Viscount Joshua Hong has the most excellent manners. He should likely eat stale bread without complaint if we served it to him. But how would I ever be able to live with myself if I did that? Oh- how unfortunate that the Viscount should come for supper on the one night when there is no venison to be had…”

There was no calming the cook down. You sighed. 

“Dotty, I must go upstairs to dress for dinner. Please do not worry and serve whatever you are able. The Viscount is a good friend of Jihoon and he will not mind a simple supper after having arrived unannounced.” 

Dotty gave you a miserable look. “I should very much have liked to serve the Viscount my venison pie…”

You laughed. “I shall ask Jihoon to invite him to dinner again soon; and you shall be told well in advance so that you can serve your venison pie. But soup and fish will do for tonight.” 

“Yes, miss…” 

You left the kitchens through the back entrance and hurried up to the bedchambers through a side corridor; carefully avoiding the drawing room where Viscount Hong sat in conversation with your father and older brothers. 

It was perfectly understandable that Dotty had panicked when the Viscount suddenly appeared at the doorstep of your London home to call on your brothers. 

Viscount Joshua Hong was not only one of the richest noblemen in London, he was also the most handsome eligible bachelor. He was the epitome of impeccable manners and fine breeding. The entire ton had been waiting with bated breath ever since it had become public knowledge that he was in search of a wife. 

You could not deny that you were equally curious. Any young lady that could catch the eye of Viscount Hong would surely be perfection incarnate. You could not think of a single woman that could compare. Perhaps the Duchess of Graham? Even she did not possess Viscount Hong's excellent manners. 

As you reached the top of the stairs, you discovered that the entrance to your bedroom was barred by two of your younger siblings. Chan looked upset and angry, while little Nessie looked delighted. 

You took a deep breath and prepared yourself for the onslaught. 

“Why am I not allowed to sit with the gentleman downstairs?” demanded Chan, at the same time that Nessie cried, “Is it true Viscount Hong is here? Does he really have a golden carriage?"

You ushered them into your room before their loud voices could carry downstairs to the drawing room. 

"You are not yet old enough to sit with the gentlemen," you told Chan firmly, before turning to Nessie. "Yes, Viscount Hong is here and you will be allowed to see him at supper. No, his carriage is not made of real gold."

"I'm sixteen-" Chan protested.

"Sixteen is not old enough."

"It's too old to be sitting upstairs with the girls," Chan insisted with a pout. 

You sighed. "Stay upstairs for now. After supper, if Father permits, you may sit with the gentlemen," you told him. "Now go dress for supper quickly. Both of you."

You called for your maid to help you dress and then wrestled little Nessie and Lily into appropriate gowns. Fortunately, Chan managed to make himself look presentable on his own and you were able to get them all downstairs in time for supper.

The gentlemen were already seated for dinner; your father at the head of the table and Viscount Hong to his right along with your brothers- Mr. Lee Jihoon and Mr. Lee Seokmin. 

"Remember to curtsey," you reminded your little sisters quietly. 

They both curtsied prettily for the benefit of Viscount Hong, who greeted you and your younger siblings warmly with a handsome smile and bright eyes. He was characteristically patient when little Lily suddenly threw a tantrum and insisted on being allowed to sit beside him. 

"I will sit beside the Viscount, you never allow me to sit beside the Viscount!" Lily cried, stomping your feet. You laughed nervously, taking your six-year old sister gently by the arm. 

"Come now, Lily, I've told you before that you must behave when we have company-" you scolded lightly. 

"I should very much like to sit beside Lily," Viscount Hong said with a kind smile, before turning to your father quickly. "Unless, sir, you should have any objection."

Your father waved a hand dismissively. "Let the child sit where she likes, we must get on with dinner."

Jihoon surrendered his seat to little Lily and moved around the table to sit beside you instead. You lowered your voice and mumbled in a low voice to your elder brother. 

"Of course we are delighted to have the Viscount here for dinner, it's not that anyone dislikes his company," you mumbled. "But perhaps you could ask him to give us notice next time? Dotty was quite a mess about what to serve for dinner."

Jihoon coughed into his napkin. 

"I don't know why he is even here," your brother whispered. "It's quite unlike Joshua. He is usually incredibly well-mannered but really, neither Seokmin nor I invited him here tonight and he simply won't leave."

You looked at your brother in surprise- you had thought that the Viscount was surely here to discuss urgent business with your brothers or father. 

"Oh…"

The servants entered with dinner, so your conversation with Jihoon was cut short. You were forced to turn your attention to the Viscount, who sat opposite you and was listening patiently to a fairy tale that Lily was reciting. 

"Lily, stop boring the Viscount," Chan scolded her lightly. He turned to the older gentleman with bright eyes. "Viscount Hong, is it true that you have five thoroughbred horses and three pure white Arabian horses in your stables? And that the Arabians were brought from overseas?"

Joshua smiled. "Yes, that is correct. Are you interested in horses, Chan?"

Chan flushed. "I've studied them a little."

"He's studied them far more than he's studied mathematics," you said lightly. Chan frowned but Viscount Hong's dark eyes flickered towards you in amusement. He gave you a small smile. 

"I see your sister doesn't like your interest in horses," Joshua remarked.

"My sister doesn't like anything interesting," Chan complained and you nearly choked on your soup in embarrassment before giving your younger brother a stern look.

"Chan! "

But Joshua only turned to look at you with his usual kind smile. "If you can vouch for Chan having completed his mathematics, Miss Lee, then I should be glad to invite him to visit our stables next week to see the horses."

Chan's eyes widened in delight and he jumped out of his seat. 

"Viscount Hong, would you really-"

"I believe the Viscount said the invitation was dependent upon you completing your mathematics," you reminded your brother calmly. "So sit down and finish your dinner. And thank you, Viscount Hong, I would not want us to intrude upon your hospitality."

Viscount Hong smiled. "I do not consider it an intrusion. It is the least I can do."

"We are grateful, all the same."

Your father cleared his throat as he finished his soup. The senior Mr. Lee was not generally a social man, but even he could not ignore the need to engage in polite conversation when there was a man of such noble standing as the Viscount at his table. 

"Were you in attendance at the Hastings' ball yesterday, Viscount Hong?" your father asked. "My children tell me it was quite a wonderful event. And since you are looking for a wife, I suppose attending these events is of more importance than ever."

Joshua nodded respectfully at your father.

"Indeed, sir, I was in attendance. In fact- I was fortunate enough to have danced once with your daughter," Joshua replied with a small smile. 

You nodded. Viscount Hong was very much an in-demand dance partner, but you were grateful that he had still asked you to dance with him a number of times over the course of the season. You knew better than to read too much into a mere dance, however. Joshua also regularly danced with plenty of women far more eligible than you- Miss Jeon, the Duchess of Graham, Miss Williams, Miss Yoon…

It was a long list that you did not care to repeat. 

Mr. Lee nodded. "Yes- I am sure my daughter is quite grateful for your company."

You flushed in embarrassment at the implication that the Viscount had danced with you out of pity, but the topic of conversation was quickly rerouted by Chan- who had been unable to take his mind off the horses. 

"Viscount Hong, when you said that I might visit your stables next week," Chan pressed eagerly. "Which day of the week were you suggesting, as I have my lessons on Thursdays…"

You frowned. "Chan!"

Viscount Hong laughed. "It is quite all right, Miss Lee. Shall we say Wednesday, Chan?"

"Wednesday sounds excellent…"

The supper passed in a pleasant manner. Joshua's unannounced arrival was certainly not convenient but you had to admire how smoothly the gentleman blended himself into your family supper. He was polite, but without showing any of the airs and superiority that someone of his station could have displayed around your family. 

He showed enthusiasm for Lily's stories, patiently answered Chan's questions about horses and even joked around with Jihoon and Seokmin, whom he had known for many years. You knew that Viscount Joshua Hong was as far, far, far out of your reach as a man could possibly be but…

Well, there was no harm in silently admiring such a wonderful specimen of the opposite gender, was there? 

You ushered your sisters upstairs to bed after dinner. Chan, stubborn as ever, insisted on being allowed to stay in the drawing room while the gentlemen smoked a pipe. You left him be: disciplining Chan was quite out of your hands and you had decided that you would begin to leave it to Jihoon. 

You had just put the girls to bed and were about to undress for bed yourself when there was a frantic knocking at your door.

You opened the door, startled. 

"Chan?" 

Your brother was pink in the face and his eyes wide as he squeezed inside your room and closed the door behind him. 

"Shhh! You will not believe what is happening downstairs!" Chan hissed. 

You raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"We were all in the drawing room- and suddenly Viscount Hong and Father went into Father's study alone. Even Jihoon and Seokmin agreed that it was extremely strange for them to go off alone so I snuck into the study to listen in on their conversation and-"

"Chan!" you scolded him. "You cannot be eavesdropping on Father's-"

"You may scold me later! Only listen for now- Viscount Hong has asked father for permission to offer for your hand!" Chan whisper-yelled. 

You froze. 

"Sorry, my what?" you asked. 

"Your hand," Chan repeated. "In marriage?" he added unhelpfully. 

Your face felt hot. "Don't be foolish. You must have misunderstood their conversation. Viscount Hong would certainly marry a woman more suited to his station. To even suggest otherwise is nonsense-"

Chan looked angry. "I know what I heard, sister! He clearly said 'I seek your blessing to offer for your daughter's hand'- and surely, he is not intending to marry Lily!"

"He is not intending to marry me either-"

There was another sharp knock on your door and both you and Chan jumped, startled. You opened it to find a maid standing outside and she greeted you with a bow. 

"Miss Lee- your father has requested you to come downstairs to his study."

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You went downstairs in a mixture of disbelief and anxiety. It was impossible that Viscount Joshua Hong had made an offer for your hand- Chan meant well but he was hardly the most brilliant young boy of his age. He had clearly misunderstood something. 

You entered your father's study anxiously. 

"Father?"

Mr. Lee stood from his desk. Joshua was seated quietly on a chair across from it- his expression was unreadable. 

"Ah-daughter. Here you are. I believe the Viscount has something to say to you. I am afraid I left my pipe in the drawing room so I shall return to it. You may both converse here in my study."

And your father briskly left the room, closing the study door behind him and leaving you entirely alone with Viscount Hong. 

Oh no. 

Oh no. 

"Miss Lee?" Viscount Hong asked you gently as you stared frozen at the now closed study door. He stood and stepped closer to you. "Would you like to take a seat?"

You turned to face him sharply. 

"What is the meaning of this?" you demanded. 

Viscount Hong gave you a small smile. He seemed a little surprised by your sharp reaction but reached for your bare hand- you were not wearing gloves so his soft fingers glided over your knuckles- and gently drew you closer to himself. 

"Miss Lee. I suppose the present circumstances make my object in speaking to you here quite evident, but I will still pose the question to you," Joshua said slowly. His hand pressed yours. "Would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

You felt faint. You could not make sense of what was happening. 

"But-but…" you stuttered awkwardly. "But why?"

Joshua looked taken aback. 

"Why?" he repeated. 

"Why would you want to marry me?" you cried.

Joshua let out a small, bewildered laugh. Your question seemed to amuse him. "Well- for the very reasons that any man would want to marry a woman, I suppose. For love! Should I perhaps have started with that instead of directly jumping to marriage?"

"Yes-I mean no-, I mean…" you trailed off and pulled your hand out of his grasp before moving to learn against the study table. "Oh my god, I feel rather faint."

Joshua followed you, concerned. 

"Do you need help-"

"I am fine," you brushed him off. Your heart was beating at an unnaturally fast rate and you worried that it might suddenly explode in your chest. "I just… I don't really know what to say…"

Joshua took a step back from you warily. 

"Am I to understand from your reaction," he began slowly and carefully, "that my affections are unwelcome?"

"No, not… not unwelcome, exactly, more shocking," you replied hastily. You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down and digest this strange situation that you had suddenly been thrust into. "Viscount Hong, do you expect me to believe that out of all the beautiful, talented and rich young ladies of the ton, you are in love with me?"

The Viscount slowly kneeled in front of you and took your hand into his once more, with a soft smile. 

"I thought you would have noticed my affections. Perhaps I concealed them better than I imagined. I believed that my admiration for you was quite evident," Joshua said quietly. 

"Clearly it was not," you told him firmly. "I have it on quite good authority that there is a running bet in the assembly rooms regarding which young lady the eligible Viscount Hong will propose to by the end of the season, and I can tell you with absolute confidence that not a single person has put their money on me! Even Seokmin has placed his bet on the Duchess of Graham!"

Joshua took a deep breath and nodded. 

"I see my mistake."

"Do you?" you asked weakly. 

"Yes," Joshua replied simply. He stood up and stepped back from you. "I thought it was prudent to be a little more… guarded about displaying my affections for you in public but I see now that I should not have held back so much. You did not even realise you were being courted."

You stared at him. "I… I do not think anyone realised, Viscount Hong."

Joshua's cheeks flushed pink. "Yes- well. Allow me to remedy my mistake. I will retract my offer for your hand for the moment, Miss Lee, as I see now that I have been hasty. And instead, I seek permission to enter into a formal courtship with you."

"Ah…"

"I will court you for one month before I will ask you once again to marry me," Joshua continued. "And if by then you still do not believe my affections for you are true, I will accept your rejection as gracefully as I can."

You still could not believe it. The image- the thought of yourself marrying Viscount Joshua Hong simply would not manifest completely in your mind. Even when you closed your eyes for a brief moment and tried to picture Viscount Hong at the altar, you still saw him with women more suited to his station- the Duchess of Graham, Miss Jeon, Miss Williams…

"Do you really love me?" you asked him weakly. You hated how exposed and vulnerable you felt in this moment, looking up at this man that was better than you in every conceivable way. "Me? Out of all the more eligible young ladies in the ton… you are quite sure you wish to marry me?"

Joshua stepped forward and seized your hand before bringing it up to his lips. His fingers pressed softly but firmly against your knuckles. 

"I am sorry," he told you kindly, his dark eyes shining in the dimly lit study. "If I  have made you feel unworthy."

You swallowed. "It is not… it is not that you have made me feel unworthy, only-"

"Yes. I wish to marry you, and only you, Miss Lee. By the end of this month, I shall ensure that you will never again question my love or commitment towards you."

He turned and left your study. 

And so began, on a warm June night, your courtship with Viscount Joshua Hong- the most elite and sought-after bachelor in London.

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A/N: As always, thanks for reading and feel free to share your thoughts or inputs!

Since Wonwoo and Joshua were neck-and-neck on the poll as of the time of me posting this, I've decided to go ahead with Joshua since his is shorter/simpler and we'll be doing Wonwoo next.

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ♡

⤷ word count: 2,5K. ⤷ summary: svt as kink-based scenarios 😵‍💫 [hyung line version] ⤷ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, use of pet names, oral (f & m receiving), exhibitionism, degradation, edging, overstimulation, clit play, squirting, breeding kink, messy sex, corruption kink, dirty talk, innocence kink, begging, dacryphilia + more. this is pure filth. reader discretion is advised!

Seungcheol - face fucking/degradation

“More,” you beg pathetically as you look up at Seungcheol with the prettiest doe eyes. You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out flat and inviting more of him in as he slowly slides his cock inside your small, soft mouth. But it isn’t enough for you. “Please, ngh I want— I need more.”

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𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘢 𝐹𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑠

♡ Fluff || ୨୧ Angst || ★ Smut || ꗃ SMAU || ⌗ Series || ✿ Drabble || ♤ Mature (No smut) || ✹ Humor

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Virgin killer ♡★ -> @wonusite Part 2

Synopsis: You can’t stand the clear line the cute nerd in your calculus class always draws between you two. However, you’re determined to show him that there’s a fine line between love and hate. And if you happen to get him to cross that line, even better.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Anonymously Yours ♡୨୧✹ -> @joonsytip

Synopsis: After an accidental text message turns into a digital friendship, you and Joshua start crushing on each other without realizing you both see each other frequently in real life. Notable Mention: You both hate each other's guts....

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Pretty when you cry ★ -> @cheolhub

summary. joshua just loves how pretty you look when you’re in tears.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Say it back ♡ -> @diamondyjh

Synopsis: A tipsy Joshua is a clingy Joshua.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Vanilla ★♡ -> @milfgyuu

Summary: Joshua has a secret but perhaps it’s not really a secret at all. Maybe you’ve just refused to see it in an effort to keep your feelings at bay.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Wildest dreams ♡✹ -> @viastro

synopsis: it’s your last year of school forever, and you’re about to meet the most horrifying chapter of life: the real world. now worrying about your life’s lack of spontaneity, you decide to get married to your best friend in vegas for 24 hours.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Beautiful day Sunday morning ★♡ -> @sluttywoozi

Summary: Joshua’s tried everything, but he just can’t stop being in love with his best friend

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Steamy ★ -> @duhnova

next door neighbor!joshua - unfortunately in the middle of your shower your hot water breaks so you have to go next door and ask your unnaturally hot neighbor if you can use his

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Domino ♡✹★ -> @universecorp

Summary: After a one night stand on your birthday, you never expected to meet the stranger again. You also never expected him to enter your life permanently.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Under the rose ♡★ -> @just-come-baek

Summary: You’ve known Joshua your entire life, and it has always irked you when he got praised for the same things you were scolded for. You hate these societal double standards thrown upon you almost as much as people who judge you for it. Thankfully, you have Joshua, who just gets you.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Late to the party ★ -> @sluttywoozi Part 2 , Sundress Szn

Summary: You try to convince Joshua to go to Cheol's birthday party. Joshua tries to convince you to have a party for two | husband!joshua, husband joshua is horny and in love with you

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Your gentleman ★ -> @wonwussy

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Leaning on the everlasting arms ♡୨୧★ -> @onlyhuis

synopsis | as kids growing up in the same church, you and joshua were inseperable, until you got to an age where it was considered immoral for girls and boys to be friends. when you find him again just before graduation, he's different than you remember; but so are you.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Best friend's brother ♡୨୧★ -> @chocosvt

synopsis: joshua happens to be your best friend's older brother. he's pretty, and he's got a lot of cool details about him that you pay a concerning amount of attention to, but he’s just a friend (if you could even call it that). still, what does he think of you, anyway? that is—if he thinks of you.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ To you ♡୨୧★ -> @onlymingyus

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Fine line ♡୨୧★ -> @heartkyeom

synopsis: as a joshua fangirl, getting the chance to interview him as a teenager was an absolute dream. 10 years later with a flourishing career as a writer and a strained relationship with him, he wants to do a 10 year reunion interview about his path to the upcoming Olympics. there’s only one problem: you’re staying at his house and trying not to address your old feelings for him.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Untitled ♡୨୧ -> @gyu-effect

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Paint by numbers ♡୨୧ -> @chocosvt

synopsis: somebody new just moved into the upstairs apartment. they’re loud, irritatingly sweet, and unfortunately, very pretty. but you’re not looking for a new relationship, even if it comes in the form of joshua hong. 

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Golden Hour ♡ -> @dkfile

summer ends in less than a month, leaving you with a limited amount of time to build up the courage to profess your undying love for your best friend before he leaves again for college. alternatively the summer of pining, featuring a group of annoyed bystanders.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Cranberry concoctions ♡୨୧★ -> @onlyhuis

synopsis | you came to the infamous diamond glass looking for a good cocktail. instead, you found love in a hot bartender who also makes the best cosmos you’ve ever had.

[ More joshua recs will be updated ]

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Wings (Part 4)

Your debut in society was as spectacular as one could be, but nobody had prepared you for what came afterward. When you find yourself overwhelmed during your very first season and unable to keep up with the rat race to secure yourself an eligible husband, a curious mentor appears- in the form of notorious flirt and self-proclaimed rake, Mr. Kim Mingyu.

Genre: Mingyu x Female!reader. Regency!AU. You are Jeonghan's sibling so your last name is Yoon but the reader has no other physical characteristics.

Warnings: Discussions of social anxiety, one f-bomb (yes shy Miss Yoon drops an f-bomb sue me) smoking (don't smoke kids, the characters in this story are from a time when they didn't know how bad it was for their health)

Word Count: 6.2k+

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (Part 5 coming soon!)

Series Masterlist [You WILL need to read Patience, the earlier installment in this series first in order to understand the character dynamics in this story. Reading Candle before this is also strongly recommended.]

Confessing to your sister-in-law that you were in love with Mr. Kim Mingyu somehow made your feelings for him seem more real than ever. It was as though saying the words aloud had allowed the true extent of your affection for him to finally come out of hiding. 

The idea of confessing your love to him did not come without apprehension. But the clock was ticking and you had no other viable option. You were in danger of losing Mr. Kim in any case; if you were silent and married someone else, it would still be the end of your friendship as you knew it. Once married, it would be unseemly to maintain even a close friendship with a gentleman who was not your husband. 

So you had no choice. 

You had to show him your heart and hope for the best. 

The opening of Mr. Kim’s art gallery was a spectacular event at which no expense had been spared. You entered the new building and immediately saw all the most elite members of the ton gathered in one place. The Viscount and Viscountess Hong and even the Duke and Duchess of Graham had turned up for Mr. Kim’s opening. You were impressed by Mr. Kim’s prowess in being able to gather all these high-ranking members of the ton for his grand opening.

Your mother insisted on accompanying you to the event. She was not very pleased with Mr. Kim (‘If he was seriously courting you, he should have proposed by now! What can he be waiting for?’ she often complained) but even her displeasure would not cause her to absent herself from one of the season’s most awaited events. She forced you to stay near her as you walked around to admire the displayed paintings and sculptures. Your mother's eyes, however, were on the people and not the paintings.

“If Mr. Kim is not going to propose, then I think you must focus your attention on Baron Wright instead,” your mother hissed in your ear as you tried to admire a large painting of a young woman. “The season is coming to an end. This is the ideal time for a proposal.” 

You said nothing. 

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yes, mother. Isn’t this portrait quite lovely? I love how the artist has captured the sheer quality of the lace on her gown,” you said. There was no arguing with your mother when it came to Baron Wright. You had no option but to try to turn her attention away from him. 

“Yes, yes,” your mother mumbled, barely glancing at the painting. “Ah! I see Mrs. Patty! I must ask her whether she has seen Baron Wright of late, I am so worried that he shall leave London without saying a word to us…” 

You were relieved when she hurried away, leaving you behind. You slipped through the crowd in search of Mr. Kim. He was not difficult to find. He was surrounded by a group of people who were congratulating him on the successful gallery opening. Of course. He was the star of tonight's event. 

Mr. Kim stood tall, in a particularly dashing black suit that you had never seen him wear before. He was handsome; you were not noticing that for the first time but it was the first time you allowed yourself to fully acknowledge the warmth and happiness that exploded inside of you at the sight of his smile. 

He looked up. His twinkling eyes met yours and his smile widened. You waited patiently until he excused himself from the conversation and strode towards you confidently. 

"And what is little Miss Yoon doing here all alone?" Mr. Kim asked with a playful grin as he offered you his arm. 

"I managed to slip away from my mother," you told him. You took his arm. "But never mind her. This gallery is beautiful. I never knew you had such taste for art, Mr. Kim."

Your compliments seemed to please him. He grinned down at you. "I told you I was a patron of the arts. This is nothing. My private collection at home is much more selective and exquisite."

"I should love to see it someday," you said lightly. 

"And it would be my pleasure to show it to you," he answered smoothly. "There are a few pieces here tonight that I think you might enjoy. May I?"

"Lead the way."

You found nothing more enjoyable than allowing Mr. Kim to lead you around the room and show you his favourite artwork. Some of the paintings had stories behind them- others were simply visual masterpieces. You saw portraits of kings and paintings of forests and vast landscapes. 

"This one is a particular favourite of mine," Mr. Kim said as he paused in front of a beautiful oil painting of a small grey bird inside a cage. The cage door was open; another brightly coloured bird with enormous feathers and large wings was hovering near the cage door as though coaxing the grey bird to come out. 

You stared at it for a long moment. 

"It's beautiful," you whispered. 

"I think the colourful bird can't understand why the grey bird chooses to sit in the cage," Mr. Kim said thoughtfully. 

"But his wing is broken."

"What?"

You stepped closer to the small painting and gestured towards the grey bird's wings. The wings were tucked close to the bird's body but upon closer inspection, one of them was angled differently from the other. 

"I don't think the grey one can fly," you said quietly. "So for him, the cage is safe and not a trap."

Mr. Kim was silent for a long moment. "I hadn't noticed that," he admitted. "Clearly you are more observant than I am. I thought it was a lesson on spreading your wings and taking risks."

"Or perhaps it is a lesson on communication," you suggested. 

"Or perhaps the artist simply drew a pair of birds and we are projecting our interpretations of deeper meaning onto them," he continued with a chuckle. "Well; there concludes our tour of the art gallery."

You frowned. "We have not seen that hallway yet."

Mr. Kim rubbed the back of his neck and suddenly looked rather sheepish. "Perhaps we had better not tour that one together."

"Why not?"

"It is not… appropriate."

"What could be inappropriate about some paintings?" you demanded. You turned towards the hallway before Mr. Kim could stop you and paused at the first painting. You realised your mistake immediately. This was an enormous nude portrait of a woman looking out of a window wearing a scrap of silk that covered none of her intimate parts. 

"O-oh," you said quickly. 

Mr. Kim cleared his throat behind you. "I told you it was inappropriate."

You took a deep breath. "I-I have seen paintings such as these before," you tried to say smoothly. You turned around to see that Mr. Kim was biting back a smile as he looked at you. "It is… it is merely art."

"Indeed," he said, the corners of his lips twitching as they upwards. "Art."

Your embarrassment was becoming more difficult to conceal. "The-the human form is a commonly chosen subject for artists, and of course among polite adults there is nothing to be ashamed of and-are you laughing at me?"

Mr. Kim could not control his laughter. He gently but firmly steered you away from the hallway of nude paintings, laughing all the while as you scolded him for ridiculing you. 

"You are too innocent, Miss Yoon," Mr. Kim told you once he was able to stop laughing. "I will not allow your corruption to be on my conscience."

You frowned. "I am a lady."

"Yes, and I am a gentleman who will not encourage you to do things which are not ladylike," he replied. 

"It is a bit late for that," you mumbled. You lowered your voice and leaned a little closer to him. "You have been so busy with the gallery that I have not seen you in over a week and I am simply dying for a smoke. Jeonghan keeps his cigars locked up in his study."

Mr. Kim's eyes twinkled as he looked down at you. "Is this what my position in your life has been reduced to? I thought perhaps we were friends but it appears I am little more than your cigar supplier."

"You can be both," you replied. "Do you have one or not?" 

He lowered his voice. "Of course, I have one. Go back through that door- there are some storerooms there. I will join you in a few moments."

You followed his instructions and slipped through the door that Mr. Kim had pointed out. You trusted him implicitly; in all the clandestine smoking sessions that you had indulged in with Mr. Kim you had never gotten close to being caught by another soul. 

But this evening was far more than your usual little smoke and chat. 

This evening you would finally tell him you loved him. 

The storeroom was a small dusty room filled with large easels and paintings that had white cloths thrown over them to protect them from the elements. You took a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves as you waited impatiently for Mr. Kim. The door opened a few moments later and he entered with a smile. 

"I have your cigar," he said, holding it up. "We must be quick; I have guests waiting to speak to me outside so we only have time for one."

You glanced at the cigar in his hand. "What is that?"

"Your cigar, my lady."

"Don't you have any of the Cuban ones?"

Mr. Kim's mouth dropped open in mock offence. "The Cuban ones? What; do local cigars offend my lady's sensibilities? Does your delicate constitution only permit you to smoke imported cigars?"

"Yes," you replied with a smile. "Hand over the Cubans."

"I will not. I have spent enough money on your cigar habit already. I may have to start selling my paintings en masse if I am to continue to purchase foreign cigars for you at this rate."

"Hand over the Cubans, Mr. Kim."

"I do not have any."

You made a sudden and bold move- one that you did not pause to think through, or else you would never have dared to do it. You stepped closer to Mr. Kim so that you were right in front of him. He looked startled but did not move away. His warm, familiar scent enveloped you and you could hear his heavy breathing. 

"What are you doing, Miss Yoon?" he asked quietly. 

"Looking for Cubans."

You placed your hands on the lapels of his suit and slowly slid them down. Mr. Kim watched you silently as your fingers undid his coat buttons- first one, and then the other. Then you slid your hand into his coat and reached for his inner pocket. 

Mr. Kim stared down at you. His eyes were dark and lidded as your hands delicately brushed his torso and felt for his inner jacket pocket. Your hand finally stilled; fingers brushing the cigars. 

"Found them," you whispered. Your eyes snapped up to meet his. "You liar."

There was a brief moment of silence. Mr. Kim's eyes had an almost wild sort of hunger that you had never seen in them before. It sent a thrilling shiver down your spine. You were inches away from him. Nothing about this situation was appropriate- the two of you in this storeroom nor the cigars. 

But this closeness… the look in his eyes…

This was beyond mere social inappropriateness. Your hand on Mr. Kim's chest and his heavy breathing as he stared down at you made one thing quite clear. The delicate line that you had been dancing around for months had just been crossed. 

It was not a blatant violation. There was still a chance to step back. You could apologise for having toed the line and claim it was a mistake, that in your desperation to look for the cigars you had not thought about how it would appear-

Mr. Kim leaned down and kissed you. 

You had been kissed before (there was that innocent little dalliance with the stableboy from many years ago) but you had never been kissed like this. His lips were hot as they covered yours and his hands were hot as one of them cupped your face and the other came around your waist to pull your body flush against his. 

Every place he touched with his hands and lips set you on fire. 

You gasped into his mouth; he did not waste the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips and his fingers into your hair at the base of your neck. 

You could not think. You could not breathe. You melted against him completely and allowed yourself to run your hands over his toned chest and shoulders while Mr. Kim continued to press warm kisses to your lips and jaw. 

He pulled back for a moment, forehead pressed against yours and breathing heavily. Your breath mingled and the room was silent except for the sound of your combined heavy breathing. 

"Mingyu," you whispered. "I-"

There was a loud noise outside the storeroom. You both froze. Mr. Kim swiftly pushed you so that you were hidden behind a large easel covered in a white sheet and out of sight of the door. 

"I-it's probably just the gallery staff," he said anxiously. His dark eyes searched yours as he slowly released you and stepped back. 

A sudden emptiness flooded you as you realised, he was leaving you. 

"No, wait-"

"I will go out and send whoever it is away. Come out of the storeroom after at least two minutes," Mr. Kim said quickly before he swiftly exited the storeroom. 

You stared after him in shock. 

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You could not sleep all night. Mr. Kim had avoided you for the rest of the gallery opening. Once your mother understood that Baron Wright was not in attendance, she had preferred to leave early, and you were forced to return home without a chance to speak to him again. 

Would Mr. Kim propose? Perhaps it was too soon for that. But he would come speak to you to understand your feelings and explain his, you were sure of it. That kiss had not been for nothing. Mr. Kim would not have kissed you if he did not feel the same way about you.

You waited. 

And waited.

And waited. 

Two days later, Jeonghan called you into his study while your mother was away from home. You felt anxious, not knowing what your brother wanted to discuss. Perhaps this was it, perhaps Mr. Kim had thought it was best to approach your brother before the proposal?

Jeonghan looked tired as he closed the study door behind you and turned to you with a sigh. 

"Baron Wright has asked for permission to propose to you," Jeonghan said. He noticed the instant panic that flashed across your face and lifted a hand to calm you. "I have not answered him yet- do not worry. I told him that I would discuss it with you and let him know."

You shook your head frantically. "I-I don't want to marry Baron Wright."

"I expected so. It appears your mother has been strongly encouraging him to propose. Sister- I do not want to pressure you but you know that time is running out and your mother will lose her mind if you are not engaged by the season's end."

You sank down into a chair near Jeonghan's desk and took a deep breath. You suddenly felt as though the walls of the room were closing in on you. Clearly Mr. Kim had feelings for you, so why was he sitting around while other men proposed? What was he doing with all this time? His failure to propose to you was only making things more complicated and confusing. 

"Has… nobody else asked?" you questioned Jeonghan finally. 

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow and leaned against his desk. "Are you expecting someone else to ask?"

You flushed in embarrassment. "No, no, I mean…"

"Sister, you have to tell me."

You took another deep breath and tried to calm the racing thoughts in your head. You could not figure out your next steps and the only person you trusted to guide you or help you was not here. 

"Have… have you spoken to Mr. Kim at all in the last few days?" you asked hesitantly. 

Jeonghan's eyes widened. "No. Should I have?"

"No, no-"

"Sister. Should I speak to Mr. Kim?"

"No!" you said quickly. "Not at all. I… I need some time to think. I will come back soon."

Jeonghan did not seem convinced but allowed you to leave the study. You walked out into the foyer as you considered your options. You had to marry by the end of the season and the thought of Baron Wright becoming your husband made you recoil in disgust. You wanted Mingyu and if he would not come to you, then you would have to go to him. 

It was evening; chances were high that Mr. Kim would be at either the assembly rooms or the gentleman's club. You could not gain entrance to the latter but if luck was in your favour, you might find him at the assembly rooms. 

You called for the carriage and set off immediately. 

The assembly rooms were crowded and you weaved through the people anxiously, hoping nobody would notice that you were without a chaperone and that you could find Mr. Kim quickly. 

"Miss Yoon!"

You jumped- but the voice that called out to you was not one that you need have worried about. The Viscountess Hong was smiling at you from one of the card tables. 

You greeted her anxiously. "Viscountess Hong."

"Would you like to join us for a game of cards? The stakes are not very high. We are only playing for fun," she said pleasantly. 

"Oh-thank you… no, I am afraid I must decline, I am actually looking for someone…."

"Who?" she asked quietly. 

You lowered your voice. "Mr. Kim."

The Viscountess stared at you for a brief moment. You felt suddenly ashamed under her curious gaze but she did not stare for long. She immediately turned to her husband and interrupted his conversation to ask. "Joshua- have you seen Mr. Kim this evening? I rather enjoy watching him lose to you at cards, it is very amusing."

The Viscount blinked at his wife. "Mr. Kim? No, he is not here. I believe he spends most of his time at the art gallery. I will ask him to join us one of these days."

The Viscountess gave you a meaningful look; you returned a silent smile of gratitude and left for the art gallery. 

The front entrance of the building was closed and the door appeared to be locked. The gallery closed at 5pm and it was already well past that. Hesitantly, you knocked on the large door panels and were relieved when a member of the staff opened it and peered at you. 

"I am terribly sorry, madam, the gallery is closed for the evening-"

"I was hoping to see Mr. Kim."

"Oh… yes, of course, please come in."

The staff member allowed you to enter the gallery and guided you towards a plush chair where you could sit while they disappeared into a back room to fetch Mr. Kim. Your heartbeat was thudding with anxiety. You had not prepared yourself for what to say to him, but usually speaking to Mr. Kim came so easily to you that preparation was rarely required…

Mr. Kim appeared a few moments later. His eyes widened when he saw you and he quickly dismissed the staff before walking towards you. 

"Miss Yoon," he said quietly. "It is very risky for you to be seen here-"

You cut him off, urgently stepping closer. "I had to speak to you, it could not wait. Time is running out, Mingyu. I need to be engaged by the end of the season and my mother has already encouraged Baron Wright to propose. I will have to give him an answer soon. "

Mr. Kim looked torn. You paused to notice how different he looked; his usually neatly parted hair was tousled and his suit jacket wrinkled. His face was pale. There was a heavy scent that hung around him- the usual smell of cigars combined with the pungent smell of whisky. 

"Have you been drinking?" you asked him suddenly. 

He would not make eye contact with you. Something was wrong and you had a sudden awful, foreboding feeling wash over you as Mr. Kim sat down on one of the plush chairs and ran his fingers shakily through his hair. 

"I'm sorry," he said, trembling. "I made a mistake."

Your heart sank. 

"What?"

"I should not have kissed you that evening. I-I took advantage of the situation and crossed the boundaries of friendship and propriety. You are a lady and you did not deserve to be treated like that, I would understand if you hated me…"

"But I do not hate you," you whispered. "I love you."

He visibly flinched at your confession. 

"You don't. You shouldn't."

"Why?" you demanded, confused.

"Because I do not deserve it. My intentions were impure from the moment I laid eyes on you. If I had truly wanted to help you find a husband, I would not have done half the things I did. I was playing a secret game- a game where the end result was you falling in love with me rather than finding you a husband."

You stared at him. The gallery was silent. You could hear nothing but the sound of your own heartbeat. 

"That can't be true…" you said quietly. "You… you were the only gentleman who was not performing this entire bloody pantomime, who spoke to me so naturally and honestly without ulterior motives…"

Mr. Kim looked up at you. His eyes were bloodshot and the corner of his lips curved up in a humourless smile. 

"That you still can't see it means that you are too innocent, too sweet, too trusting for your own good. I saw that- it was so deliciously tempting and I took advantage of it."

It did not make sense to you. Took advantage of what? No matter what he said, you did not feel taken advantage of. You had wanted to kiss him, you had wanted everything that he did and said to you. Not a single thing Mingyu had done had ever been unwelcome. 

"I can't understand what you are saying," you whispered. 

He ran his fingers through his hair again in frustration. "It was all calculated, Miss Yoon. Everything I did was calculated. Do you want a list of the techniques I used on you? I encouraged you to tell me about your deepest fears and used them to make you trust me. I stayed by your side constantly so that you would come to depend on me, and eventually my absence would feel hollow. I encouraged you to smoke cigars so that we would have a shared secret, something thrilling we shared that no other people could know of. Are these not the things that made you fall in love with me?"

"Y-yes, but…"

"Then I successfully manipulated you."

Your legs felt weak. Yes, yes, he was describing everything that had made you fall for Mingyu but why did he have to make them all sound so malicious? How could he take these feelings, these genuine feelings that you had for him and say that they were the result of some clever tactics he had used? 

"You manipulated me into falling in love with you?" you demanded. "So… to be clear, you do not think that I am truly in love with you?"

Mr. Kim shook his head. "How could you be? I have only ever shown you the parts of me that I intended to show you. Do you even know what I am like when I am not with you?"

"Why should I care what you are like when you are not with me?" you asked, bewildered. 

"You are naive to even ask that question."

Something inside of you broke at his harsh words. This was not the man you knew. A dark, ugly whirlpool of self-loathing and regret in your stomach suddenly emerged as you looked down at this man- this man that could stand here so calmly after you had exposed your most vulnerable thoughts to him and tell you that your love was merely the result of his manipulations and scheming.

You suddenly wanted to end this conversation. 

"Fine," you whispered. "So, I am naive, foolish and I fell for some trap that you set to intentionally ruin my life- is that all? Is that what I am to understand from all this?"

"Yes," he croaked. 

"Congratulations, Mr. Kim. If that is what you truly feel then I will leave you to celebrate your victory alone," you told him quietly. 

You walked towards the exit of the gallery before Mr. Kim could see how your hands were trembling, how your throat had closed up and your chest felt so tight that you thought it might explode. 

"I warned you that I was a rake," he said softly. 

You paused, hand on the door, and turned to look at him. "Then tell me one more thing," you choked out. "Did you love me?" 

He did not look at you. 

"I don't know."

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You felt numb as the carriage brought you back home. It was as though your mind and body had shut down completely due to their inability to process the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm you. 

The carriage driver had to tap on the door thrice to inform you that you had arrived at the Yoon manor and needed to descend. 

You entered the foyer and walked towards the stairs, barely noticing that there was a commotion coming from the adjoining drawing room. Loud voices were arguing; the door opened in front of you and you had no choice but to go in. 

"There you are!" your mother cried furiously as she saw you. She grabbed your arm and pulled you into the drawing room further. You limply followed her, lacking the energy to resist. "Where have you been? How could you leave the house without saying a word to anybody?"

You opened your mouth to respond but she cut you off immediately. 

"Never mind that! Look; look at what this boy has done now! Baron Wright has approached your brother for your hand in marriage and he will not grant his permission!"

Jeonghan had his fingers pressed to his temples, as he often did when conversing with your mother. "I am not refusing to grant anything, madam, I am only waiting for my sister to make up her mind."

"About what?" your mother screeched. "What is there to make up her mind about the man is a Baron and he wishes to marry my daughter! There is nothing to discuss! We have already angered him by making him wait so long-"

Jeonghan frowned. "If he cannot wait even a few days for a response to his proposal-"

"He is a Baron!"

You flinched. Your head was aching so badly that every word you mother yelled felt like a knife in your flesh. She continued to yell at your brother and finally something inside of you snapped. 

You had had enough. 

"Will you shut up?" you yelled. Your hands were shaking. "Can you all shut up for one bloody second, do you not see that I am suffocating? Are you so blinded by your selfishness and hatred that you cannot even ask me if I want to marry the Baron? I can't breathe, mother, but that does not matter to you! You would drag me lifeless to the altar if I happened to die before the wedding!"

Your mother looked as though you had slapped her. 

"My dear, I-"

You wrenched her arm out of her grasp violently.

"Don't touch me. This has never been about me or my sister or Jeonghan. This has always been about you and your bloody selfishness. I will not marry the Baron. I am sick of being pushed about and doing things to make others happy and if you have a problem with that, mother, you can marry the fucking Baron yourself." 

The room was silent. For a moment even you could not believe what you had done- your mother gaped at you wordlessly, and even Jeonghan was stunned into silence. 

You turned and fled upstairs. 

It was too much; the combined emotions of the evening had overwhelmed you. The tears were streaming down your face but somehow it was incredibly important that nobody saw them. You ran up to your bedchambers, sank down on the floor next to the bed, pulled your knees up to your chest and cried. 

The sobs racked your body violently and it was almost a relief, because the physical pain of holding them in had been too difficult to bear. 

You cried because the man you thought you loved was lost to you. Because somehow, you had failed everyone- your sister, Jeonghan, mother… you had failed them all. Everything had gone wrong and it was all your fault. The way Mingyu's bloodshot eyes had looked up at you, the things he had said- innocent, naive, trusting….

You felt disgusted with yourself. 

He was right. You were stupid, naive and trusting. But despite all the misery you were going through, there was perhaps one very important, very crucial and painful lesson that Mingyu had, intentionally or not, taught you. 

You would never trust again.  

There was a knock on your door. Jeonghan's voice called out to you gently from the other side. 

"Sister?" he said as the door creaked open. His tone was gentle. "Are you here?"

"Yes," you choked out. 

"That was quite a scene you made with your mother," he said with a chuckle. "She hasn't spoken a word since you left. I thought her discovery of our sister's affair was bad, but I think you have broken her far beyond that."

You said nothing. 

Jeonghan came around the side of the bed. He saw you curled up in the corner with your tear-stricken face. He sighed and kneeled beside you. 

"Is there anyone I need to speak to?" he asked gently. 

You shook your head. "No."

"What shall we do?"

"Let's please just go home."

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The words ‘innocent’, ‘naive’, and ‘trusting’ rang like bells in your head and you heard them in Mr. Kim’s voice in your waking dreams and nightmares. You heard them constantly, over and over, chanting in a rhythm that matched the hoofbeats of the horses that pulled your carriage away from London and back towards your countryside home. 

They pierced you so deeply because they were true. You had been warned- every single person you met had told you that Mr. Kim was a notorious rake. Even your sister-in-law had brought him in to mentor you because he was the best at the game. 

You had stumbled blindly into a game that you barely understood and tried to take on a man who had been the ace, the savant for years. What had you been thinking? You may as well have walked up to Mr. Kim Mingyu and handed him your heart on a silver platter. 

No, you thought. There is no use crying over it now. Mr. Kim was right. You had been innocent, naive and trusting. And despite all the pain you were going through, there was one very important lesson that Mingyu had taught you. Like a fledgling bird pushed out of the nest too soon, you had landed on the ground but you were prepared for your next flight. You would not allow yourself to be pushed around and used and manipulated. You would not be taken under anyone’s wings. 

You would find your own wings. 

And you would start with the woman who had been suffocating you from the moment you were born- your mother. 

Your sister was waiting at the front entrance of the manor as the carriage rolled up to your familiar countryside manor. She ran towards you- she had received letters from Jeonghan and heard everything that he knew, including that you had refused to marry Baron Wright. The anxiety on her face was evident. 

“Oh my dear sister!” 

She embraced you warmly; you took a deep breath and inhaled her familiar scent and hugged her, blinking back the tears in your eyes. You had missed her deeply. You pulled back and gave her a gentle, watery smile. 

“Are you all right?” she asked you nervously. 

You nodded. “I am excellent, sister. And I have wonderful news. We have to prepare for a wedding this winter.” 

Her eyes widened. “But I thought… Jeonghan said you turned down Baron Wright…” 

You shook your head. 

“The wedding we are preparing for is yours.” 

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Your mother gave up expressing her displeasure after it became clear to her that not a single person in the Yoon household, least of all her precious youngest daughter, cared two bits for what she thought. She walked around the house bemoaning her lot in life and how Jeonghan had turned both her daughters against her. You felt no sympathy. You were tired of living under your mother’s reign of fear and anxiety- indeed, she was partly to blame for your proclivity to anxiousness and nervous breakdowns. 

You refused to allow your failure- no, your decision- not to marry to stop your sister from attaining her own happiness. 

“Are you sure?” your sister asked you anxiously as the modiste fussed about her skirts and fitted her wedding gown. “Are you quite sure about this, sister? It will be very difficult for you when you go into London next season and the entire ton associates you with me.” 

You shook your head. “I do not care.” 

“But you do not understand how difficult it is to enter society when everyone is gossiping about…” 

You gave her a firm look and she fell silent. Your sister knew you too well not to notice the change in you; you were not the same shy, innocent girl who she had sent away to London a few months ago. There was a mixture of sadness and understanding in her eyes as she nodded and turned her attention back to her wedding gown. 

“We will need to tuck this part in here…” the modiste murmured. 

You frowned. “Hurry. The wedding is in barely two days.” 

“I can get it done in time.” 

There was a knock on the door and one of the modiste’s assistants poked her head into the dressing room anxiously. “Mr. Choi is here, madam. He is waiting outside the shop.”

You stood up quickly before your sister could speak. “He cannot see my sister in her wedding gown. I will go speak to him.” 

You hurried outside and saw Seungcheol standing anxiously near the entrance to the shop. His son- little Jiwoo with his father’s eyes and smile- was standing with him and he beamed when he saw you, waving his hands in greeting eagerly. You smiled back at the boy. 

“Jiwoo! You have grown so tall!” you told him brightly. 

Jiwoo blushed proudly. 

Seungcheol smiled down at his son for a moment before turning to you. There was a certain anxiousness in his kind eyes. He had been anticipating this wedding for a long time, and it was evident that he was just as nervous, if not more, than your sister inside. 

“Have you not heard that it is bad luck to see the bride in her wedding gown?” you scolded Seungcheol. 

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I only wanted to be sure everything is going well.” 

“Everything is going perfectly. I am taking care of things so you, Mr. Choi, can wait at your home,” you told him firmly. “Unless you are having second thoughts about the wedding. In which case I shall be obliged to inform you that I know where Jeonghan keeps his hunting rifles and I am not afraid to use them.” 

He chuckled. “There will be no need for that.” 

“Good.” 

Seungcheol gave you a small smile. “Your sister has informed me that any mention of postponing the wedding until next season makes you incredibly angry so I will not suggest it to you. Instead-let me say thank you. Thank you for doing this for us.” 

You shook your head. “No- I am sorry that you had to wait because of me.” 

“That was not your fault.” 

“Perhaps not,” you said quietly. “Perhaps I did not ask for it, but it was decided that way for my benefit. I have allowed other people to decide things for me for too long. It is time I chose what makes me happy and nothing would make me happier than seeing you marry my sister.” 

Seungcheol reached out to clasp your hand in both of his. His words were warm and genuine. “You will always be welcome at our home.” 

You bit your lip and smiled. 

“Thank you.” 

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how svt sounds in bed

seungcheol - moans but he gets embrassed by them and tries to turn them into grunts

jeonghan - he is a talker, but only to tease you and tell you or tell you to be quiet or smth

joshua - grunts in a very sexy way (cheol wishes he was josh fr)

junhui - he's fairly quite but sometimes will whine or giggle

soonyoung - bro cannot for the life of him shut up like it's a mix of endearing and obnoxious

wonwoo - he's a quite boy but if he does make noise it's like a soft grunt or hum

jihoon - makes little "ah, ah" noises that are high pitched so like, a mix of a whine and a moan

seokmin - top offender of whimpering and whining

mingyu - he's talking (begging) but it's mixed with whining like "baby you feel so good" "please let me fuck you i need it" typa shit

minghao - he like...hums in pleasure lol he's like "mmhhmm" LMFAOOO

seungkwan - giggles, sex with him is so fun and cute and you two keep giggling because it's just so soft and sweet

vernon - he absolutely makes any noise he can esp if you're giving him head like he's just babbling whatever he can

chan - he's a moaner and he's proud of it, he loves when the room is filled with the sound of your joint moans

your unlucky-in-love best friend goes on a date with someone who, by all accounts, should be his perfect person. so... how exactly do you end up being the one who tucks his sorry, drunk ass into bed?

pairing; lee seokmin x gn!reader.  (he calls reader pretty once but that is all<3) content; fluff / some mild angst towards the middle / pining / friends to… still friends but with some ~tension~ and a snuggle? w/c; 4.6k and a smidge. warnings; swearing, alcohol consumption (offscreen), drunkenness, some suggestiveness (MINORS DNI), reader has some hard thoughts, a bit of affectionate touching but nothing deliberately sexual? seok is needy and cuddly (and a terrible flirt). let me know if i've forgotten anything! note; this was originally gonna be part of a mini-series/multi-chap situation but!! i ended up hating the full thing and only being attached to like. two parts of it lol so here we are! there could potentially be a second (see: smutty?) part to this? if people want it? i don’t know yet! but this kinda just works as it’s own standalone thing anyway i think~ happy sunday <3

The first text comes through just after you finally set your phone down on the bedside table. Your eyes are dry and have started to sting from a long evening staring at screens, your bones feel impossibly heavy, and you think maybe you’re settling down for a semi-decent night’s sleep when you hear the buzz of a notification. A buzz you initially plan to ignore. It can’t be anything that important: who would be trying to reach you at this time of night, anyway? 

You roll away from the device and snuggle down into your pillows, pulling the sleeves of your — his — jumper down over your palms and resting them just in front of your face. This particular garment stopped smelling like Seokmin after the second time it went through your washing machine, but there’s a familiarity in the slightly rough inner lining that makes you want to wear it to sleep in every night, forever. He never liked it when his hoodies were too new, too soft, leaving balls of fluff all over his t-shirts and vests; you don’t know when you started to feel the same way, but you’ve realised recently that you do.

Your eyes flutter closed and your body relaxes, head starting to feel fuzzy in that calm, white-noise, lovely way. You haven’t felt this tired and genuinely sleepy for… months. It’s bliss. 

And then your phone buzzes again. You squeeze your eyes tighter, determined not to lose this warm, comfortable feeling, but your phone vibrates and vibrates and vibrates and with an audible groan, you sit back up, reaching over to see what, exactly, is so damn important at 02:23 in the fucking morning.

Seokmin’s contact name flashes up on the lock screen and you see that there are seven unread messages from him in the space of the last 3 minutes. Instantly, your brows draw together: he’s seldom shied away from a double text, but you’ve never known him to pull a septuple, and you can’t feel but feel a little bit of dread in your stomach as you read through them. 

> seokmin: yn

> seokmin: ynnnnnn

> seokmin: i lied

> seokmin: i didmt go homr yet

> seokmin: can you come get mr

> seokmin: mr

> seokmin: m e

You shoot back a message instantly asking where he is, turning on your bedside lamp and already swinging your legs out from under the covers. You keep hold of your phone in one hand, waiting for it to buzz again to tell you he’s given you his location. With the other, you search for and pull on some sweatpants, sliding into a pair of sneakers. His replies come simultaneously too quickly, and entirely not fast enough.

> seokmin: u knkw the bar in town with the bear statiiue oitside

> seokmin: lol

> seokmin: do you think i ciuld beat thsi bear in s fight???

> y/n: christ. okay, wait inside for me. i’ll be there in 15. 

> y/n: also, no. you couldn’t. x

Your veins feel alive with adrenaline and worry as you grab your keys and head down the stairs to your car. The drive is quiet — you don’t even waste the few seconds it would take to plug into the AUX and pick a playlist, leaving it up to the radio to keep you company on the way. It doesn’t take too long: soon enough, you’re pulling up alongside the infamous bear statue to find your best friend sitting on the curb, propped up against the marble base.

“I thought I told you to wait inside?” you chide, rolling down the passenger side window so you can announce your arrival. It’s like he’s moving in slow-motion, or maybe your words just take an extra few seconds to reach him? Either way, he doesn’t lift his head until a silence has settled between you, and he doesn’t smile until his slightly glazed-over eyes land on your face.

“Y/n!” He cheers, lifting himself off the floor and staggering upright, pushing a hand through his hair. “Hi! Yeah, I know — but look, it was too hot in there. It was so hot. And I didn’t want you to wait-…” Hiccup. “To have to wait for me.” 

He slides into the passenger seat with a contented sigh, a mess of long limbs he can’t quite control, adjusting the vent in front of him so that the cold from your air-con breezes against his flushed cheeks. As he settles, you reach over him, pulling his seatbelt across his chest. 

“I was getting to that,” he whines, pouting his pretty lips at you, and you click the belt in place with a laugh. History tells you that when he’s drunk, Seokmin doesn’t always believe in the power of the seatbelt, among other things, so you think maybe you could be forgiven for not believing him this time.

“Okay, dumbass. Sure you were.”

He reaches down into the passenger footwell for your AUX cord, bumping his head on the dashboard and letting out an exaggerated hiss as he sits back upright. Nonetheless, he plugs his phone in and presses play on his own night-driving playlist, holding the device between both of his hands as you start off towards his place.

“So…” you prompt, because he’s staring blankly out the windscreen with a tiny smile on his lips and you’re concerned that maybe, this time, he has actually managed to drink himself stupid. He rolls his head over to look at you, and fond bliss is written into every line of his face. “What happened?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, still just… staring at you as you drive. Staring, even though every detail of you is committed to his memory already. Staring, even though he knows how your eyelashes flutter when you blink. Even though he knows how the muscles in your throat bob as you swallow the saliva on your tongue. Even though he’s sat in your passenger seat enough times to remember exactly how the late-night glow of the street-lamps overhead catch and illuminate the curve of your nose, how they highlight the point of your chin. He knows all this, but he can’t help himself. Staring is… indulgent. So, so indulgent. But he is pretty drunk and he can get away with it when you’re focused on the road — at least, that’s what he tells himself.  

When he does attempt to speak, just as you slow to a stop at a set of traffic lights, the sparkle in his gaze falters. He faces forward again, shoulders rising and slumping in a meek ‘I don’t know’.

“She was… perfect, I think,” he tries to explain, and you glance across to look at him; his lips are both non-existent, pulled between his teeth and he has worry lines creasing up his forehead. With the hand not holding the wheel, you reach over, pressing your fingertips to where his eyebrows have scrunched to try and get him to relax the muscles there. It sort of works, if only because he releases an involuntary breath of a laugh.

“Not perfect,” you gasp, dramatic and teasing even though it stings a little to hear him say that out loud. “I mean, that definitely explains why you were out drinking, alone, three hours after you told me you were heading home.” He turns his head fully away from you, now, letting your hand drop dangerously towards his lap. You pull it back to yourself before it collides with his jeans, clearing your throat. The traffic signal changes to green, and you drive ahead. “I’m kidding. Come on. Talk to me.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says, despondent, crossing his arms over his chest. You’re not sure you’ve seen him acting like this since you were teenagers. It’s a strange twist away from your usual, very easy-going banter.

“Seok...” You try again. “I won’t stop for nuggets if you don’t tell me.” 

“Don’t stop, then.”

“Seokmin…”

“Don’t-…” It comes out quickly, the vein in the side of his neck popping until he takes a deep breath in and releases it slowly. “Y/n. I’m tired, I just-… I don’t wanna talk about it. Can you please just… take me home?”

He’s still struggling with his words, but he isn’t abrasive in the way he speaks; that’s something you learned about Seokmin very early on in your friendship. He doesn’t raise his voice at you. He doesn’t get deep and gravelly when he’s pissed off. He just… seems to let himself feel things super intensely for a few seconds at a time and then he short-circuits, goes flat. It might be convenient for him, but it gets frustrating for you. Especially when he encourages you to open up to him as much as he does. 

His head is bowed and cradled in his hands when you pull up outside his apartment block, and you unfasten his seatbelt for him which jolts him upright. You stay facing front, though, guilt coursing through your veins at the thought of maybe having pushed him too far. You just want to understand. Why was his date being good such a bad thing?

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” 

You shake your head. “Don’t be,” you tell him, and he scoffs, but quietly.

“Y/n,” he sighs, his crown falling against the headrest; he reaches over to you, places a hand just above your knee, and you try to ignore how it feels like someone has crashed their car into you from behind. How your heart lurches forwards in your chest. How your adrenaline spikes.

“I mean it. I shouldn’t have kept pushing. I’m sorry.”

He chews this over for a moment, but he doesn’t remove his hand, and you find that maybe you don’t want him to. Not yet, at least.

“Will you help me get up the stairs?”

“Of course I will.”

With one of his arms over your shoulders, your own supporting his waist, the pair of you begin the obnoxiously long ascent up through his building to his apartment. He’s lived here for a year and a half, and you think maybe the elevator has been working… for a total of about a week, since then? God forbid he ever got injured and couldn’t climb six flights just to get himself home. The climb is bad enough as is.

Somewhere around landing number four, Seokmin pulls away from you, mumbling something about having the spins and needing to sit down. You ease him to perch on one of the windowsills, sitting down next to him with your arm still around his hips to keep him balanced on the narrow ledge.

“You should’ve taken me back to your place,” he grumbles, doubling over with his elbows against his knees and his fingers linked behind his neck, taking deep breaths.

“Get your feet flat on the floor. Look at your shoelaces. Breathe slow. It’ll help,” you coo, and he shuffles a little so that he can do exactly that (not without wobbling and almost landing on his face, and he thanks you and your “super strong arms” for keeping him from such a fate). After a few more seconds of deep breathing and grounding, he lifts his head. Crisis averted.

“Are you-… like, a witch, or something?” he asks out of nowhere, and you snort so loudly that your throat hurts. He keeps staring at you, waiting for you to answer. Apparently your laugh wasn’t response enough.

“What are you talking about, Seok?” 

He rolls his eyes at you, as if you should just know. “How did you know how to fix me? It’s like magic.”

“Because I know you, stupid. Come on. Two more flights and I’ll get you into bed.”

“S’that a promise?” he asks, grinning to himself as you haul him back to standing, and he stumbles slightly against you, hands braced on your ribs. Sweating a little, you manoeuvre yourself away from him, landing a gentle, playful hit to his side. 

It doesn’t make your heart flutter, hearing what can only be a drunk rendition of his bedroom voice. It doesn’t. It doesn’t. It doesn’t.

“Save it for your next date with Ms. Perfect, would you?”

“Agh. You’re the worst.”

“I know. Now come on.”

After a few minutes of fumbling through Seokmin’s pockets yourself for his keys (it’s as if he’s forgotten how both hands and pockets work in his now very giggly stupor), apparently brushing every single one of his ticklish spots on the way, you’re inside his apartment and on your knees, untying his shoes for him, easing them off his feet. You don’t think he can be trusted to lean down to do it on his own without breaking something.

Or himself.

“If you go get ready for bed, I’ll bring you some water?” you suggest, sitting back on your heels, smiling up at him. There’s a weight in the gaze he’s looking down at you with, in the way his tongue darts out over his lips, and how his mouth doesn’t fully close after. You tell yourself he’s definitely only looking at you like this because he’s drunk, because you’re helping him — the boy doesn’t know ass from elbow, right now — but there’s no escaping the fact that your stomach drops a little at his intensity.

“Okay,” he strains after a moment, and you stand up and away from him, kicking off your own shoes. He heads in one direction towards his bedroom, and you move in the other towards his kitchen. 

Stop it, you tell yourself, leaning over the sink and splashing cold water from the faucet onto your face. Stop thinking about him like that. He’s your best friend. Stop it.

But… shit, you can’t get those big brown eyes out of your head. The way he looked down at you, the softness of his brows, the heat radiating off him. There’s nothing you can do to stop the way your thighs press together standing in his kitchen, in clothes that— you realise now— are entirely his. The hoodie. The sweatpants you pulled on. They’re an old pair that he let you steal just after your most recent breakup, when you’d stayed on his couch for a week straight just so you didn’t have to look at how ugly and empty your own apartment was. Everything. Even down to the socks.

You thought it was hard enough hearing that he was going out for dinner to your favourite restaurant with someone who wasn’t you; nothing could have prepared you for standing in his kitchen at three in the morning, hot under the collar over five seconds of tipsy eye contact, knowing he’s getting undressed behind the door you’ve been staring at for… minutes, now. Actual minutes. 

Oh, you think, feeling your blood run cold. 

Oh. 

I want him.

More minutes pass as you stew in this information — in the knowledge that you’re fucking desperate for the man who has been there for you through everything important enough to remember, and probably everything you’ve forgotten, too. The boy who took you to all of your school dances and was the perfect date, the perfect gentleman, the perfect partner. The man who has sat next to you in the doctor’s waiting room more times than you can count, waiting for results and sitting outside appointments that he told you that you were brave enough to book. Seokmin, who has been under your nose this entire fucking time — you want him, the man who went for dinner with his dream woman, today, and he said she was perfect. Acid burns the back of your throat as you fight not to run all the way back down to your car.

Fuck. It gets astronomically worse. I love him.

“Y/n?” you hear, and his whiny, gentle voice glides across the apartment like it’s been mounted on a cloud, blown straight into your ears. It floats around in your brain in the most beautiful way, and you think there could be love-hearts in the reflections on your eyes even despite the stress you’re now under. It occurs to you that his faucet is still running, and you still have two empty glasses sitting on the counter. How long has it been? Get it together. 

“Just a second,” you call back. Your voice breaks as you say it and you can hear him fucking giggle from behind the ajar door to his bedroom. The fluttering in your stomach worsens, and by the time you’ve shut off the tap and you’re walking through to him, you’re wondering if it’s possible for people to grow butterfly gardens inside themselves without noticing. No-one has ever made you feel this nervous, before. 

Breathe, you tell yourself as he comes into view, already snuggled down against his pillows with the top of his bare chest and shoulders visible in the low light. 

Fuck. 

This is the last thing you needed.

“Hi,” he greets you, pushing to sit up with eyes softer than the glow of the setting sun. “I missed you.” 

You stand corrected. That is. 

“You’re such a loser.”

You set his glass down on his bedside and crouch next to him. “Did you brush your teeth?” you ask, and his face transforms from a stupid childish pout at being teased to a devastatingly bright grin. 

This running joke you’ve shared between yourselves since your first night on the town together illuminates him, and he nods, proudly, his hair falling down over his face. You reach up to push a few strands away from his eyes, despite yourself.

“Sure did,” he tells you, and you believe him but you raise a brow anyway. He’s so pretty. With his playful smile, tongue held between his teeth, his nose a little scrunched. Fuck, how can anyone be so pretty?

“So if I go check your toothbrush, right now…” His smile turns into a laugh, his head lifts into your lingering touch until his cheek is fully rested in the palm of your hand. Stupidly, you tell yourself that this could mean something. Maybe he wants to feel you more.  

“You could find out another way,” he says, his voice dropping half an octave as his already heavy eyelids blink slowly at you. It’s a good thing you’re already on your knees because that tone could have you sinking to the ground in a split. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth fleetingly and you think you’re one more line away from melting into the floorboards. 

“You’re so out of it,” you murmur, shaking your head at him. “Did she make you get the oysters? Are you high on aphrodisiacs right now?”

He groans again and rolls onto his back, a hand dramatically coming up to cover his eyes. 

“Stop talking about her,” he whines. “I’m with you. I don’t wanna talk— I don’t wanna think about her right now.”

“Seokmin-…”

“Y/n,” he interrupts, lolling his head to the side, looking at you through impossibly long, dark lashes from between his fingers. “Please.”

You’re not sure what the pull in his voice is in aid of but you force yourself to let it go, pushing yourself up to your feet before you can fall forwards into him.

“I’m gonna head home,” you say, the quiet between you laying thick and heavy against your skin. “Text me when you’re awake tomorrow, okay?”

He contemplates this for a second, frowning; he doesn’t say anything as you start backing towards his bedroom door. Then…

“Please don’t.”

He says it so quietly. So hushed, you think you might have misheard. So delicate, you hold your breath just in case you somehow manage to shatter the moment. 

“Don’t what?” You ask, stopping in your tracks. He breathes deep and props up on one elbow, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Don’t go.”

Glued to the spot, you stare at him. You feel your head tilt to the side without really controlling it, and an eyebrow creeps up your forehead, slowly. 

“I left some lights on in my apartment,” you say feebly, and even though it’s true, a selfish part of you hopes that he’ll still keep trying to talk you around. It won’t take a lot to convince you. It never does. 

“So?” he asks, the duvet slipping just a little further down his upper half, baring more of his chest to you. “Please. I don’t want to be-…”

You swallow, waiting. The cogs in his inebriated brain are surely rotating at a few hundred miles a minute, his eyes almost desperate. Certainly glossy. Absolutely breath-taking.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

Your already fragile resolve snaps under the pressure of his words and you’re moving towards his bed before you can stop yourself. 

“I don’t have anything to sleep in,” you say, offering him one last out if he wants it, but Seokmin just shrugs and peels the duvet back for you to slip in beside him.

“Don’t care,” he mumbles, and you gesture for him to look away so, at the very least, you can shimmy out of his sweatpants. He does, and you do — a few seconds later, with the garment in question folded neatly on the floor by his bed, you’re pulling the sheets over your legs and burying down against his cushions.

His breathing matches yours inhale for exhale and the more you let yourself think about this, the worse you feel even though maybe you shouldn’t. How many times have you drunkenly shared Seokmin’s bed, or how many times has he shared yours? This isn’t new. Even sober, you’ve been curling up together on the couch to watch movies and sleeping with your heads in each other's laps for years. There’s no reason for the guilt that’s burrowing its way deep into your brain, but you can’t seem to get rid of it, no matter how hard you try.

“Y/n?” he asks after a few minutes of you lying stiff as a pair of boards, a few inches of cold mattress between your wide awake selves, both of you staring up at the ceiling. You hum an acknowledgement, and he clears his throat. “Can I hug you?”

Your heart does something you’re a little bit afraid of, but you nod in the dark anyway, before you realise he can’t really see you now all the lights are off.

“Drink some water first,” you tell him lightly. “Then you can.”

There’s something undeniably nerve-wracking about the sound of him obediently swallowing a few mouthfuls from the glass you brought him earlier, even more-so in the way he sets it back down on his dresser. The bed rustles a little as he moves towards you, the sheets shifting over your bare legs, and then he’s got an arm slung over your waist, his head is on the very edge of his pillow, right next to your own… he slides a leg over one of yours, slotting it between your calves, and before you know it, you’re completely wrapped up in him.

He’s warm, and soft, and his fingertips gently soothe circles into your waist where they’ve slipped just underneath the hem of the sweatshirt you’re still wearing. You hum gently, moving your arm so that it snakes beneath his neck, curling up to wrap around his shoulders. This close, you can smell the cologne he will have put on before meeting his date. It makes you dizzy, slows down the neurons firing away in your brain. You wonder what’s going through his own head — what he’s thinking about, being curled up against your side like this. Does he recognise the slight stuttering in your breathing? How cold you are in contrast to him? Will he even remember this, in the morning? Or will you just wake up on opposite sides of the bed tomorrow, all this just a weird, foggy memory in the dark?

His head burrows slightly closer to you and all of a sudden, you can feel him breathing. Every exhale fans against your neck, right where it feels sweetest; Seokmin breathes through his nose when he’s sober, but through his lips when he’s drunk. You’ve never noticed before. It’s maddening. 

“Comfy?” you ask, your voice dry and unsure, and he wriggles a little with a nod to affirm that yes, he is. Something about that makes your cheeks go hot.

“Always sleep better with you,” he murmurs, and your face grows even warmer. You tell yourself he doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s just drunk. It doesn’t help.

“Then sleep,” you say as his hand moves just slightly further up beneath the hoodie, the tips of his fingers gently tickling your lowest rib. You have to fight back a whine. “I’m here. You can sleep.”

“Thank you, y/n,” he breathes, and you turn your head: now your eyes have adjusted to the low light, you can sort of make out his features, so very close to you. This proves to be a mistake almost instantly, but you can’t look away. His eyes are closed now; you’re glad. He looks too sweet. Too peaceful.

“What for?”

“Everything.”

“Seokmin…”

“No, I mean — everything.”

You move your hand up slightly, fingers playing with the strands of his hair at the top of his neck, and he whimpers softly at the touch. You freeze, and he nuzzles back against your hand to beg you to keep going, so you do.

“You can’t thank me for everything,” you tease him, and he chuckles breathlessly, his palm now laying flat across your rib cage, curling around your side. Holding you. Claiming you, just for now.

“Can,” he protests, and you shake your head. 

“Nuh-uh. Against the rules.”

“What rules?”

“My rules.”

“I didn’t know you had rules.”

“I’ve got hundreds,” you tease, threading your fingers through his strands and gently massaging his scalp. Another whine from him, but you don’t stop. Especially not when he hugs you closer, arm and leg both tightening around you.

“Hundreds?”

“Mhm. Maybe even thousands.”

“Well. Fuck.”

You breathe a laugh at him, and he laughs back; within a few seconds, you’ve both dissolved into giggles, and Seokmin has squirmed even closer until he’s half-covering you, actively chortling into your covered collarbone.

“You’re s’posed to be getting to sleep,” you sigh as his own laughter picks back up following a few seconds of deep breathing and quiet.

“I can’t!” He says. You can feel the pout in his own voice, even with his face hidden. When did he end up practically on top of you? When did your arm slip down to around his waist? 

“You have to. You’re gonna feel so shitty tomorrow if you don’t.”

“I know. M’probably gonna feel shitty anyway, though.”

“Come on. Close your eyes. Count back from a hundred. You can do it.”

It falls silent again, and you delusionally tell yourself that maybe it’s working. Until…

“Can you lie on your side?” He asks, and you sigh dramatically but nod anyway: as he peels himself off you, you roll over, facing the wall in the foetal position. He’s right back against you in a blink though, legs tucked up behind yours, trying to find your hand under the quilt.

“S’this okay?” He asks as he accidentally brushes your thigh in his search, fingers lacing through your own when he finally succeeds. Your now joined hands work their way into the hoodie’s front pocket, and everything starts buzzing when he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Y-yeah,” you swallow. “S’good.”

“Good,” he mumbles. A few deep breaths later, his voice rumbles against your earlobe again. “You looked so pretty for me tonight, y/n. Dressed up in my clothes — you’re so pretty.”

“Go to sleep,” you whimper, grateful at least that at this angle that he doesn’t see how your face scrunches up, how wide your smile is, how ridiculously good he makes you feel.

Euphoria. This is euphoria; you never want it to end.

“Count for me,” he asks, dropping his head down so his brows rest against your back, now. So you do.

“A hundred… ninety nine… ninety eight… ninety seven…”

His breathing is slow and his grip on your hand is slack by the time you reach eighty three. You doze off too, not very far behind.

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・❥・ unexpectedly kissing seventeen ・❥・

a/n: just a random smooch yk LOL. here's my little thank you for 500 followers on this blog !! please feel free to reach out to me whenever,, i love love interacting with y'all i just can't reply in the comments because this isn't my primary blog!

seungcheol:

✿ totally caught him off guard as you plopped next to him on the couch and turned his head to face you for a quick peck

✿ his eyes are wide and his eyebrows are raised, but you pay no such attention as you get back up, satisfied in getting what you wanted

✿ he quickly pulls you back (gently) by your arm to make you sit back down

✿ "what was that!"

✿ "a kiss" you laughed, amused at the remnants of surprise on his face

✿ "you think you can just walk away with one?"

jeonghan:

✿ refuses to allow you to be bolder than him LMAO

✿ he doesn't let you pull away if you just intended on a short kiss

✿ a hand comes up behind your head to keep you where you are, tangling itself in your hair as he kisses you deeper

✿ he's satisfied with you being pinker than him

joshua:

✿ absolutely loves it

✿ smiles into the kiss (the kind where the corners of his eyes crinkle) when he sees you leaning in

✿ he molds into you so easily even for a brief moment

✿ one of his hands linger on your cheek as he looks at you after with pure adoration (UGH)

jun:

✿ baffled in the best way

✿ eyebrows are raised and his eyes were wide when your lips touched bc he was so unready

✿ “wow you just did that” he notes

✿ “yes i did” you laughed, “should i not do that anymore?”

✿ “no!” he almost exclaimed, “i mean no, you should do it whenever you like”

✿ this starts a very cute habit of spontaneous kisses from both of you

hoshi:

✿ he was in the kitchen in the morning, wandering around trying to figure out what to eat

✿ you waltz in the kitchen and a smile immediately finds it’s way his face as soon as he sees you

✿ “good morning baby—”

✿ for no particular reason, you dramatically wrapped your arms around his neck, dropping some of your weight on him, and kissed him a bit more passionately that your usual morning kisses

✿ his arms instinctively wrap around your waist, welcoming this very pleasant surprise

✿ he deepens the kiss, eventually lifting you onto the kitchen counter to continue, walking into the space between your legs to kiss you deeper when you pull away, breathless

✿ he’s smirking, “you started it”

wonwoo:

✿ when your lips connect softly, one of his hands come to find your forearm to hold it

✿ he doesn't say much about it but he wasn't one to complain either

✿ but you do find him smiling to himself after (he's very cute)

woozi:

✿ he was listening to something with headphones on, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration making him just a little bit irresistible in how cute he was

✿ as you're walking past him you hold his arm and casually kiss his lips

✿ the crease between his eyebrows disappears and before he can say anything you're already walking away LOL

✿ soon enough he realizes he forgot to keep listening to the song playing after momentarily malfunctioning

dokyeom:

✿ cupping his cheeks and pressing a kiss to his lips that last a second longer than a peck

✿ you can hear the "mm?" of surprise from him

✿ so so blushy, you’ve flustered him

✿ “baby what’d you do that for..” it’s a whine but you can tell he loved it

mingyu:

✿ i feel like he's the perfect amount of clingy

✿ will NOT allow a quick kiss and run

✿ when you're pulling away, his lips follow yours and he's so POUTY when you fully break away by stopping his chest with your hand :(((

✿ a very unashamed whine leaves him, "y/n..."

✿ you have to give in ofc

minghao:

✿ it's so easy to fit into him and he welcomes you with his arms like it's second nature

✿ won't whine when you break away but he's the kind of boyfriend to fix your hair or something after

✿ i dunno, a simple gesture of tucking your hair behind your ear or just slightly straightening your shirt with a hair pat with a fond smile seems very him AA

seungkwan:

✿ (jokingly) scandalized

✿ a hand covers his lips as he gasps

✿ "y/n!" he exclaims, as if you haven't kissed before

✿ kiss him again and deeper the second time and you'll really get him blushing

vernon:

✿ sometimes you just had urges to kiss your boyfriend, and why not!

✿ even as you were both casually on your phones, you turned to him, placing a hand on his chest as you gave him a quick kiss

✿ momentarily questions the sudden gesture but also remembers that he loves your kisses, so why should he complain?

✿ little vernon chuckle and smile when you pull away, you both return to you phones but he reaches to hold your hand (he's happy)

dino:

✿ omg he takes this it as challenge

✿ you got him so flustered when you did it the first time LOL

✿ "y/n you can't just do that!" he whined

✿ he tries to fluster you back, going so far as to do one of those dance dips with you as you're walking out of your kitchen as he gives you a big smooch

✿ touché lee chan

(un)holy water - lee seokmin

demon!seokmin x fem!reader

word count: ~1.2k

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warning(s): smut under the cut (mdni!!), pwop, sex on a church alter/sex in a church, semi-public sex, big dick seokmin, slight breeding kink (mentions of wanting to have a child), slight dumbification, dick riding, mean? seokmin, choking, dove & baby are used as a petnames, whiney seokmin (post sex), slight insecurities, blood (seokmin digs his nails too hard), let me know if i’ve missed anything! - don’t mind any grammatical errors / typos (i tried)

seokmin growls lowly as he reaches his hand up to wrap around your throat, the burning of your silver cross meeting his skin unfazed him as he continued thrusting into you at an inhuman speed, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he groans. he couldn’t bring himself to care about the cross that would be branded into his hand for the rest of the night, not when you sounded so pretty, moaning as your pussy sucked him in like a vacuum. 

“fuck,” he hissed, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head when you clench around him. “so fucking tight, and its all for me.” a quiet grunt escapes him before hees capturing your lips in a kiss, swallowing the loud scream you were about to let out when he hit that spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. 

“seokmin,” you gasp out when he pulls away from you, a thin line of saliva connecting your mouths for a second before he's licking his lips at the sight of you falling apart under him. your mouth had fallen open into an “o” as you let your head fall back. “more.” his eyebrows raise in amusement as he smirks. 

“so needy.. isn't this enough for you?” he digs his fingers into your throat a little tighter causing you to gasp, your vision going fuzzy at the lack of air. “ive already fucked two orgasms out of you and based off how you’re clenching around me you’re about to give me another one.” 

“min,” you whine when he pulls out of you, ruining your orgasm. “why’d you stop?” you pant quietly as you look at him with a pout, your eyes hooded. all seokmin can do is laugh, he tilts his head and looks down at you with an almost sinister smile. 

“you said you wanted more, right?” he grabs you by your hips so that you can stand up. “you have to work for more dove.” he mumbles, pushing the hair out of your face before he's gripping your chin so that you're staring him in the eyes. 

“work for it?” you looked at him almost dazed, your brain still a puddle from his relentless onslaught of fuckiing you. seokmin couldn’t help but laugh again before he fully lets you go, watching you stumble a little and he almost jumps to stabilize you, almost. he makes his way down the little steps before he's sitting down on one of the benches, his legs spread wide and his dick on full display, the angry red tip already leaking precum.

“come ride me little dove, work for your next orgasmm.” he smirks at the way you blush, your eyes widening a little before you’re stumbling to situate yourself on his lap, eager to get yourself off. seokmin groans quietly as you waste no time in sinking back down onto his dick, your whimpers echoing as you adjust to his size again.

“so big,” you mewl out as you shift around on his lap, your hands resting on his shoulders as your knees dig into the hard wood of the bench. “feels so good.” you moan as you start to bounce up and down. 

“such a good little dove,” seokmin groans out, his arms resting over the back of the bench as he watches you bounce slowly. “go faster baby.” he bites his lip when you clench around him, your fingers digging into his shoulders to get better leverage. ignoring the burning in your legs you start to bounce quicker, your arms moving to wrap around his shoulders as you lean against his body, your face resting in his neck. between your sloppy movements and breathy moans you leave wet kisses everywhere you can reach, paying extra attention to the junction under his jaw. 

“fuck,” he groans louder, tilting his head back to give you more access to his neck. his mouth falls open and his eyes flutter close as his dick twitches, your moans music to his ears. “just like that, pussy feels so good stretched around my cock.” he grunts, his hips bucking up when you grip at the hairs on the base of his neck. 

“seokmin,” you whine out, mewling when he jostles you around by bucking his hips up to meet your thrusts. you continue to moan out his name like it's a sacred prayer, your orgasm fast approaching. “gonna cum.” 

“hold it,” he grunts, his hands moving to grip your hips, helping you bounce faster. “wait for me.” he noses against the side of your head, nipping at your ear. 

“oh my god.” you gasp out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moan loudly into his neck, your grip on him loosening as you allow him to bounce you however he wants. 

“thats right baby, i'm your god.” he grunts in your ear, his fingers digging into your hips until blood drizzles out past his nails. by this point you were a babbling mess, the only thing you were able to focus on was not cumming as you waited for him to give you the all clear. 

it wasn't long before seokmins moans got whinier, his head falling so his forehead rested against your shoulder. his dick twitches inside of you as he whispers about how good you feel.

“cum for me dove.” he growls quietly when he finally feels you let go, your walls clenching around him tightly. “shit.” his mouth falls open again, a little bit of drool dripping out as he empties his load deep inside of you, your pussy still clenching around him as you milk him dry. 

“minie,” you finally mumble out after a couple minutes of you both trying to recuperate. “we gotta clean up.” seokmin whines a little as he wraps his arms around your waist to hold you tight against his body. 

“no,” he pouts, he wanted to stay inside of you for as long as he could, hoping, praying, that his seed would take to you. “wanna keep you stuffed with my cum, see you grow round with my babies.” you snort quietly as you swat at his shoulders.

“you know that's not gonna happen, i'm on the pill dummy.” he pulls away to look up at you with puppy dog eyes. “no seok, don't give me that look cause then i might actually consider having your babies.” you sigh out jokingly which earns you another whine from seokmin before he huffs and buries his face back in your shoulder. 

“i know, but i cant help but think about you being mine in everyway possible.” he always got possessive, especially after sex but today was especially bad and you can tell by the grip he had on you and the way he talked about having kids. 

“i am yours min, in every sense of the word.” you mumble, running your hand through his hair causing him to smile. “now can we please clean up? were gonna ruin the wood if we sit here any longer.” he laughs quietly as he grips at your thighs tightly, keeping you pressed against him as he stands up holding you. it doesn't take much to reassure him, allowing him to bounce back to his normal self. he cracks a couple jokes as he litters kisses all over your face, teleporting you two to a bathroom where you can shower (and go another round).

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Kinkuary 24 Joshua — role play // office sex

➥ CEO!Reader x secretary!Joshua (role play)

summary: Y/N & Joshua have decided to implement role play in their bedroom activities and what better use of their home office than to play out a CEO and secretary fantasy?

wc: 1.5k

warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, established relationship, sexual content (minors dni!): oral (f receiving), hair pulling, rough sex, desk sex, role play, office sex, use of pet names (sugar, doll, baby, etc), mild degradation, Shua is a cocky bastard and the reader tries to keep control. I think I got all the warnings, but if I missed any, please let me know!

a/n: I don’t have many notes about this one but I’m tagging yoonguurt to torture her. I hope you enjoy this part! Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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“Mr. Hong, could you come in here for a moment?” You called, looking down at the papers on your desk. A moment later, Joshua poked his head into the room. “Yes, Ms. Y/L/N?” He asked, smiling when you looked up.

You waved your hand, beckoning him in and telling him to shut the door behind him. Joshua shut the door and moved to stand in front of your desk as you set the folder you’d been looking through on top of the desk.

“Did you cancel my meetings, like I asked?” You asked, leaning back against your chair, fixing your eyes on the man before you. He nodded silently, keeping his hands behind his back. “Words please, Mr. Hong,” you said suddenly.

“Oh, right. Sorry. Yes ma’am,” he answered, clearing his throat and waiting for your next move. He still didn’t seem to understand the rules. You’d have to remind him.

What looked like a typical CEO-secretary relationship was actually one of many role plays you like to share with your boyfriend after discovering you both had an interest in it.

The CEO role was usually reserved for Joshua but he conceded to let you try out the dominant role for once, exercise some power control over him, something he rarely let go of. Joshua didn’t relinquish control often.

Deciding to change tactics, you sighed and got to your feet. “I’ve told you,” you started as you walked around to stand in front of the desk, leaning against it. “You can call me Y/N.”

Joshua merely smiled politely at you. “That seems a little informal, ma’am,” he answered, emphasizing the last word. ‘He agrees to relinquish control but he’s gonna act like a brat?’

Joshua eyed you carefully, taking in your body language. It wasn’t in your repertoire to take control, even when you were on top, Joshua was still in control. It was fun for him to see how you tried to keep what little power he let you have.

Yes, let you have. Joshua could take control back in the blink of an eye but only because he knew you too well. He knew if he pushed this brat role a little, he’d frustrate you to the point of letting him have control back.

Or so he thought.

“You seem pretty uptight,” you commented. “Like you can't relax around me.”

Joshua shrugged his shoulders. “I suppose it comes with the job,” he answered. “Keeping things professional,” he added as you stood up and walked towards where he stood.

“Oh, I think you just have a stick up your ass,” you quipped, making his brow arch. “Oh?” He asked, fighting a smirk. “Do you think about my ass a lot, ma'am?”

You rolled your eyes. Suddenly you grabbed him by the tie. “Do you have a smart remark for everything I say?” You asked, dragging him back towards your desk. You must have caught him off guard because he stumbled momentarily before regaining his footing but only just before you pushed him down into your chair.

“Well this is unexpected,” Joshua said as he looked around. “Am I the boss now?” He joked. You rolled your eyes yet again and moved to stand in front of him, resting your ass on the desk.

“Have you ever slept with your bosses before?” You asked bluntly.

Joshua snorted. “Can’t say I have,” he answered. “They’re mostly old men. Not exactly my type.” Your eyebrow raised, a small smirk pulling across your face.

“And what about me?” You asked, leaning forward slightly. Joshua fought the smirk that tried to form. “You certainly aren’t an old man,” he answered. “I meant am I your type?”

Joshua studied you for a minute before answering.

“Nope.” You could have smacked him upside the head for that.

You sighed, scooting back onto the desk, placing your feet on the armrests of the chair, letting him catch sight of your naked form under your skirt. But only for a moment. “And now?” You asked, noticing how his gaze lingered.

Finally he looked up to meet your gaze. “I should report you to HR immediately,” he answered. “This is surely against the company’s code of conduct,” he continued.

You leaned back, resting your palms against the cool wood of the desk. “But you won’t report me, will you?” You asked, smirking as he shook his head. “And why not?” You pressed. You wanted him to give in and stop playing around.

“Because I don’t know where the HR department is here.”

You were getting frustrated but you knew this is what he wanted. He wanted you to get frustrated and to give control back to him. You weren’t an idiot.

“You and those smartass remarks,” you said, reaching forward to grab his tie. “Yes ma’am, I'm told they’re my best quality,” he answered. You shook your head. “I think your best quality is when you shut up and do as you're told,” you said softly.

“But I—”

You cut him off quickly. “I can think of three better uses of that mouth of yours. Wanna know what they are?”

That seemed to shut him up. He nodded, looking up at you with curious eyes.

You leaned back again, showing off your soaked center. “One,” you said softly, moving your hand to grab his hair firmly and guiding his face between your thighs.

Joshua’s hand grabbed your hips as he dove in, tongue ravishing and exploring your cunt, teasing your clit and suckling on the sensitive nub. You let out a moan, leaning back onto your elbows.

Each flick of his tongue over your clit had your body shuddering as your fingers slowly combed through his hair. “That’s much better,” you sighed. “No smart remarks now.”

Joshua tried to pull back but your grip on his hair tightened. “I didn’t say you could stop,” you hissed. Joshua froze and you could almost see the cogs in his brain working as he tried to fight against his urge to take control.

Finally, he relaxed and dove right back in, tongue dipping down to tease your entrance. “Good boy,” you purred. Your thighs shook as Joshua groaned against your pussy. “Keep calling me that and we’re gonna have problems,” he said, glancing up at you.

You narrowed your eyes, urging his mouth back where you wanted it.

“I’ll call you whatever I want,” you retorted. “You aren’t the one in charge here”

The moment the words left your lips, you knew you’d made a mistake.

Joshua pulled from your grasp, getting to his feet as he towered over your form on the desk. “We’ll just see about that, won’t we?” He asked, pupils blown and your essence smeared across his lips and chin.

“Joshua,” you started, trying to remain in control but your boyfriend clearly had enough of your game.

“No,” he said, grabbing your arm and pulling you off the desk. “It’s not Joshua,” he added, turning you roughly and bending you over the desk, pushing your skirt up to your waist as he undid his pants, pulling his hardened cock free from its cloth prison and rubbing the tip against your folds.

“Then what do I call you?” You asked, cheek pressed against the hard wood of the desk. You felt the tip of his cock barely push past your labia. “Sir,” he answered.

“You can call me ‘sir.’”

Without warning, Joshua slammed into you, making you scream at the sudden intrusion. “I’ll teach you to tease and play with me, you little slut,” he grunted, his hips setting a brutally fast and merciless pace, pounding into you from behind.

“S-slow, Joshua!” You whimpered, brain melting at the speed and force of his thrusts that you forgot to use the correct term. “I mean s-sir!” Your backpedaling didn’t work and of course Joshua heard you.

He gave you a particularly sharp thrust, your thighs hitting the desk at the sheer force. “Nice try, doll,” Joshua retorted. “I heard that.”

You were no stranger to rough sex when it came to Joshua and you always welcomed it. He didn’t lose control like that often, normally keeping his composure but every great once in a while, he just really needed to fuck you. And hard.

This was one of those times.

Your orgasm, which had been building slowly as he ate you out, came barreling down, crashing into you as Joshua continued to fuck you through it. Whether he was punishing you or chasing his own high you’d never know.

His thrusts were always well timed, hips never faltering and you didn’t know how he did it, keeping his composure right until the very end.

As you came down from your high, Joshua continued his onslaught, cock pistoning in and out of your wet cunt, your cum coating his shaft.

“Look at that, sugar,” he said with a scoff. “I’ve barely fucked you and you’ve already cum all over my cock.” A whimper left your lips as you felt one of his hands leave your waist, moving up to grab a fist full of your hair.

The sting of your scalp had tears forming in the corners of your eyes as your boyfriend leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Hng—! J-sir! Please, it’s too much!” You could feel your second climax building, tension swelling in your belly like a balloon as Joshua refused to relent. You heard a dark chuckle emanate from your boyfriend before he whispered.

“Too much? Aww, baby... I’m just getting started.”