Woke Up To THIS MASTERPIECE

Woke up to THIS MASTERPIECE

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙘 𝙝𝙪𝙚𝙨 — o. seungmin

[ outline. ] - one of you and your boyfriends favorite things to do together. he’s the painter and you’re his muse.

[ content + warnings. ] - college au, artist!o.de x reader + pet names, lingerie, kissing, suggestive but no smut, seungmin is a simp, they’re in love and it’s sickening, not proofread

[ word count.] - 2k

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 .ᐟ this is quite literally inspired by my xdh lingerie reaction post if you want to check it out here! you don’t have to read it but i mentioned that the wardrobe is full of shades of purple, so this was a random thought turned into a fic lol. hope you enjoy!

seungmin’s clammy hands gather his belongings from the table as soon as the clock hits three pm. he didn’t want to endure another second of hearing his professor’s painfully bothersome voice piercing his ears, he could literally do anything better for an hour and a half rather than hearing them whine and moan about every single thing. besides, he was looking forward to going to his shared apartment and maybe cuddling up next to his girlfriend who’s most likely out of her classes and watching some television. he’s definitely prepared for what ever story she has bubbling in her throat for him as her fingers run through his hair, his head laying on her chest and his arms around her torso wrapped in a warm embrace.

he’s definitely prepared for what ever story she has bubbling in her throat for him as her fingers run through his hair, his head laying on her chest and his arms around her torso wrapped in a warm embrace. it became a routine at this point, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she was on their couch laying on her back waiting for him. the thought of it etches a smile onto his lips.

“hey seungmin,” seungmins head turns towards the voice next to him, his actions of putting his notebook in his bag halting. the voice belongs to jiseok who’s already all packed up and ready to go, his hand in his pocket and a grin taking over his features. seungmin raises an eyebrow. “wanna get some drinks with me and the guys tonight? it’s been a while since all six of us hung out.”

seungmin rolls his eyes, knowing that jiseok loves to exaggerate. it’s only been four days since he last saw all of his friends. 

“i have homework to do,” seungmin glances down at his watch to make his case more believable. “like right now.”

“bullshit.” he snorts. jiseok knew he was going to lie, since that was his excuse almost every single time he just wanted to go home in a rush. jiseok audibly sighs, his fingers pinching his nose bridge and his head shaking from side to side. “your only “homework” is that girlfriend of yours huh?” he makes sure to emphasize the word to at least fill seungmin’s gut with guilt. he’s proven wrong again though, since seungmin stands proud with no shame at all, the sheepish smile on his face full of pride.

“you sound jealous as if you wanna be my girlfriend.” seungmin coos as he finishes placing his things in his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and making his way towards the exit door of the lecture hall. jiseok scoffs and ignores his comment, trailing next to him.

“cmon man. ever since you two got together, it’s been like a rarity to actually see you out.” 

“that’s because i have priorities. and my main priority right now is doing my homework.” seungmin emphasizes just like jiseok did earlier, smirking at a disgusted jiseok who jokingly gags.

“ugh enough with the homework thing!” jiseok raises his voice in slight irritation and it only makes seungmin laugh. “you’re so gross dude.”

“i didn’t say which kind of homework i was doing.” seungmin’s purposefully obnoxious laughter dies down, his eyes not missing the scowl sewn onto jiseoks face. “hey, maybe next time dude. pretty sure she misses me more than you guys.” seungmin’s palm lightly pats at jiseoks shoulder, the supposedly reassuring gesture only making jiseok roll his eyes.

“yeah okay. that next time better be a promise.” jiseok finally goes his own way. seungmin shakes his head playfully as he watches the boy walk away, walking to his own car once he’s out of sight.

“it’s not even what he said it’s just the way he said it!” your voice rings through seungmin’s ears like a bell, the pent up frustration that you’ve been holding in all day slowly leaving as you rant to seungmin. he doesn’t mind at all, nodding his head after every sentence you finish. 

he sets the blank canvas on his easel, sitting upright in his stool and turning towards you. he can’t even feel bad since you’re sporting an adorable pout on your face. “you weren’t even listening were you?”

he chuckles and shrugs. “i listened enough to know this happened before.”

“and what is that supposed to mean?” you scoff and raise an eyebrow.

“it means that i know you so well. you know like a good boyfriend.”

“yeah yeah whatever..”

seungmin stands up from his seat. “c’mon babe i was just joking.” he wraps his arms around you, kissing your cheek. “you know i’m always on you’re side even if you’re in the wrong.”

you laugh. he was definitely being ridiculous, but it made you feel even more better.

“i guess boyfriend who just knows me so well.”

you hear him quietly snicker through his nose, the air hitting you’re ear. 

“how about you go ahead get ready for me, yeah? the sooner we start the sooner we could lie down.”

he lets go of you, nudging his head towards the bathroom down the hall. he watches you prance down the hallway and into your shared bedroom. seungmin follows a few seconds after once you’ve retrieved the bag from your bedroom, getting ready to step into the bathroom to watch you change. he’s seen your body countless times before, yet he always gets giddy just thinking about it as if he’ll see if for the first time again.

but what he doesn’t expect is the wooden door of the bathroom to slam right in front of his face. he stands still, not believing what just happened until he tries again, attempting too turn the knob only for it to not budge.

seungmin leans against the frame of the bathroom door from the outside, his arms crossed.

“and why am i not allowed to see my girlfriend of nearly a thousand years change again?”

“i want it to be a surprise,” seungmin hears from the other side of the door. “if you see me change into it now, it’d ruin the shock factor.”

“i was standing right next to you when i bought it-“

“yeah but you haven’t seen it on me yet, so get lost!”

seungmin rolls his eyes. he obliges your orders, quietly stepping away and returning to his stool. he preps his tools, squeezing paint onto the wooden palette and tying a smock around himself. he hears you open the door not too long after, turning his head to get a glimpse.

he’s once again met with nothing, only being met with your loud voice booming through the hallways.

“close your eyes and i’ll tell you when i’m in there!”

he sighs with the slightest tinge of irritancy, closing his eyes anyways. he hears a little bit of shuffling until he doesn’t, but feeling the presence of something in front of him, his eyes fluttering open once he hears your command.

seungmin feels as if his air is stolen straight from his lungs. the first thing he sees is the lace corset that hugs your torso just right, the decorated lace in the shape of hearts and in his favorite color—purple, the shade of lilac to be exact. his eyes follow the pattern down to the stockings clipped to the lacy stocking clipped to the corset along with some panties, all sharing the same shade of color.

he knows he’s gawking, his jaw growing sore but he can’t even notice as he debates whether or not he should follow up with the activity, instead trying to savor as much of the image in front of him as he can.

his hand unashamedly reaches out to touch, a light slap swatting his hand away.

“maybe afterwards babe.” you giggle, turning around to walk to the middle of the room. seungmin gets a full glimpse of the thin piece of fabric that sits in the slit between your ass. you weren’t wearing panties, you were wearing a full on thong. and it sends seungmin into overdrive.

he nearly chokes on his spit, clearing his throat and pushing up the glasses on the bridge of his nose. he peeks from behind the canvas.

“pose for me, love.”

seungmin watches you hesitate for a moment. it takes you awkwardly shifting–which is nothing but adorable to seungmin–until you’re satisfied enough with your pose. he waits until you’re fully ready, bringing his focus back to the canvas.

he takes his time, setting aside the thoughts of what he’ll repay you with later. for now he’ll just settle for mixing in the paint, not even needing to directly look at you to know, already having studied every single detail you possess. you watch seungmin’s focused face, him flashing a wink everytime you two lock eyes, causing you to smile at his antics.

as more time passes by, paint stains his fingers and smock. as more time passes by, your body starts to grow tired from standing in one position. as more time passes by, the sun starts to set, the rays seeping into opened blinds and hitting your skin just right.

“can you turn around for me? i wanna see more.”

you do an experimental turn, your backside facing seungmin and returning to your original pose, looking over your shoulder. he smiles and claps his hands together. the sunlight hits right at the curve of your shoulder and runs down your arm. you catch him as he’s staring dead on again, before shaking his head and going back to painting.

“are you almost done?” you ask, growing slightly impatient.

you could tell by the way he was looking at you every time he peeked from behind the easel something would follow up after your little session, his eyes wandering either way too low or too high. either way, it didn't bother you at all. your boyfriend’s attention was all you wanted.

he only nods his head silently at the fear of suddenly blurting his thoughts out too loud. seungmin strokes his paintbrush a few more times, setting it down along with his palette.

“i’m finished. c’mere and take a look.” you scurry your way over to him, taking a look at your boyfriends work. he watches your jaw drop, crossing his arms.

“you like it?”

“i love it. it’s stunning.”

he smiles, “you’re stunning.”

“i swear i knew you were going to say that.”

he laughs, pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around your torso, his fingers tracing over the outlines of the decorated corset. you take the time to observe his work closely, noticing how he captured every part that you had considered a flaw, but perfect to him regardless. seungmin pulls you closer, lightly kissing down your neck.

“you smell good y’know.” he breaks the silence, nuzzling his nose into your skin.

you turn your head, giving him an eye roll before placing your lips onto his, his colored fingers cups your cheek. you let him pull you closer to deepen the kiss, your own hand coming up to grip the back of his head and delicately pulling at his hair. it quickly grows heated, seungmin’s tongue welcoming itself into your mouth to which you happily allow him in.

it’s messy and it grows hot. it makes your grip in seungmin’s head tighten, the noise traveling from his mouth to yours.

“wait,” he pulls away, the bottom half of his face already flushed and his lips swollen. “let’s take this to the bedroom.” his lips curl into the smirk that you know all too well. to your surprise, seungmin hooks his arm under your legs and lifts you up, carrying you down the hall and into the bedroom, kicking the door closed.

the abandoned artwork sits at the easel in the middle of your shared living room, just a few inches away from where you were previously standing just a few seconds ago. maybe once you two finish with whatever you’re doing, you’ll retrieve it and add it to your personal collection for only you and seungmin to see and forbidden to anybody else. at the moment though, you two could care less if somebody could walk in and see it.

Using Spanish smut blogs so I can practice

I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BEFORE BUT THE IDEA OF A LONGER SKIRT AND BEING UP UNDER IT 🙇‍♀️

ALSO!!!! I keep thinking about sucking junhannie off under one of his skirts </333 gueeehhhh

aaaaa this gave me butterflies help

thinking about how pretty he would look while you do, his eyes squeezed shut and him biting his lip so hard to stop him from letting out whimpers as soon as he feels the warmth of your mouth on him. maybe one of the longer skirts so you basically disappear under it but your ass is just peaking out at the bottom while you sit comfortably on the floor so eager to please him. something about the both of you being fully clothed makes it feel extra naughty and makes his heart beat so fast. poor boy would be in a panic over cumming too soon from the small amount of your ass that he could see :(( and he would be all fidgety too because he can't put his hands in your hair like he usually does so he's gripping the side of the skirt so tight

waaah junhannie ♡

have u posted something about jiseok ft. angry/jealous sex cause hear me out...

nope…but here’s some

angry sex w/ jiseok <3

warnings: degradation and praising, rough sex, unprotected sex, choking, spanking (there’s only three slaps i promise), breeding, good ending c:

the grip of jiseok’s hands around your wrists behind your back tightens, the bruising already burning and leaving behind it’s red imprint on your skin. his cock bulldozes itself into your cunt roughly with each thrust he delivers, satisfyingly splitting you open in the process. in contrast to his hips, yours try to run away from his, which is shown to be no use once he uses his free hand to keep them still.

“fucking take it, whore.” he grunts out roughly into your ear. behind the tears that well up in your eyes and the small cries that slip through your gritted teeth pushed against your pillow, you can’t deny how much you’re enjoying the way the tip of his cock hits your cervix repeatedly. he feels it in the way you clench around him every time he opens up his mouth or every time a slap lands on your ass. jiseok chuckles, easily becoming intoxicated to the sound of the loud slaps that echo in your bedroom each time his hips kiss yours harshly.

“‘s too much jiseok,” your response comes out weak. “‘can’t take it…”

“do you fucking hear yourself right now?” jiseok picks up the pace in his hips, the squelching noise of your arousal loud and proud. he stills his hips and buries himself deep, making you squeal as he leans down to your drooped down head. his hand leaves your hip to trail to your neck. he forces your head to look up at the headboard but your eyes are closed, feeling the lightly tight grip on your neck. his breath runs warm on the shell of your ear. “are you actually clueless or do you put on an act until you finally get what you want, hm?”

you and jiseok swore the desire for each other wouldn’t push past casual sex, you two don’t even kiss each other and leave each others rooms after your whole ordeal. however, upon seeing another dude stumbling out of your room pulling his pants up, he felt heated. your blank expression turns into shock when you see jiseok entering the hallways and watching the guy leave your apartment.

not even another word was spoken nor did you have the time to explain. jiseok was already pushing you past your door frame and back inside of your room.

“you let somebody else in my house and fucked him?” he pulls out until half his cock is exposed from your hole. “and not only that you let me use you like you’re some slut off the street?”

you wanted to answer. you wanted to tell him so bad what really happened and question him why does it even matter. but his hand around your throat has you unable to answer. you can’t though, especially since the wind is nearly knocked out of you when jiseok begins to roughly thrust into you again. the way your moans are turned into gasps flips a switch inside of him, his orgasm just a few thrusts away. your wrists move into his grip, loosening along with the grip on your neck.

the feeling of your walls suffocating his cock rips a groan out of his throat, letting go of yours and landing a harsh slap on your ass. your body goes limp into his hand, falling back into the pillow that muffles out your loud moans that quickly turn into whines when your orgasm burns into your abdomen. jiseok slaps your ass again to catch your attention, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“cum before me and you’ll have another thing coming. i’ll make sure you’ll be begging on your knees for the rest of the week.” your ears obviously catch it but it takes you more than a moment to process, and when it finally hits you tears slide past the brim of your eyes into the pillows, trying to ground yourself from holding it in.

luckily for you, you can hear it in the way jiseok’s breath rapidly grows and the way his hands lets go of your wrists to grip your waist so that you go nowhere, thrusts growing sloppy. he holds your body up as if you’re a ragdoll and though jiseok’s being rough, you note how he’s not as selfish as he made himself seem.

“ah fuck…” jiseok slurs out slightly, leaving one more rough thrust before his eyes roll into the back of his head, hips stilling again and his warm cum filling you up. he groans loudly, slowly beginning to thrust into you to help you ride out your own orgasm. it doesn’t even take long, your sore arms falling to the bed under you, the sheets balled tightly under your fists.

each slow thrust he does pushes his cum deeper inside. he makes sure you’re full enough so that it doesn’t drip out, pulling out and giving a light satisfied slap to your ass when his cum stays inside. jiseok flips you over, your wet fucked out face and tear stains on his pillow. his hand wipes your tears then caresses your cheek soothingly.

“you’re so good for me, love.” he smiles tiredly, plopping down next to you and pulling you into a warm embrace. he holds back the urge to leave kisses along your neck, only rubbing circles into the flesh of your waist.

you two stay like that for a while, half due to catching your breaths which is the only thing that can be heard in his room and the other half being due to questioning if you should let jiseok know about your feelings or not.

“y’know,” you start. “it didn’t feel right with somebody else. that guy didn’t even touch me.” jiseok snorts out behind you.

“i wonder why it only feels right with me.”

“are you actually clueless or do you put on an act until you finally get what you want?” you repeat the same words he told you earlier. you can’t see the blood that rushes to jiseok’s ears when he hears it. “i fucking like you, idiot.”

there’s a brief silence between you two, one of his hands moving from your waist to your jaw. his hand cups your chin, turning your head so that you face him. he looks at you one more time, his half lidded eyes closing when he leans in to capture your lips in a tender kiss. it catches you completely off guard but you follow behind quickly, pulling away once you start to feel lightheaded. jiseok smiles.

“well if you didn’t say it sooner i would’ve.”

rushed bc i wrote this on my break at work and now im proofreading at 2 am but im tired </3 but i hope you enjoy anonie <333

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

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