Is It Over Now?, K. Seungmin

ᵎ　🍶　⊹ is it over now?, k. seungmin

꒰ 🗯️ ꒱ 𝖾𝗑！𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇，𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌，𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀 ＆ 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌，𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅（𝖿！𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀），𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇（𝗆），𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋，𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 ＆𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 （𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒， 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍，𝖾𝗍𝖼）unedited．

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"AFTER THIS—" You spoke, immediately pulling away from his lips, panting with your grip on his shoulders tightening, "We're done."

Seungmin chuckled, pointer finger under your chin as a cheeky, almost cocky smile pulled at his plump lips, "Whatever you want to believe, sweetheart."

You wanted to grumble at his disbelief; the way his lip curled up at the corner as he watched you grow more and more flustered from his stare, gauging by his expression you could tell he was mocking you. So in return, you pouted, clutching the collar of his hoodie tighter and jerking him forward, back onto your lips to ignore the way his comment made your cheeks flush.

Seungmin had no problem with that, clutching your lower hips, rolling his hands over your plush skin until he reached your cute ass.

Two years. Two years of dating only to all fall apart; except it didn't really feel like that anymore, did it?

Your breakup was large and hurt like hell, throwing words in the shape of knives back and forth, slamming doors in faces, big fights at 4 a.m loud enough for the neighbors to call the apartment manager. And the fallout wasn't quick either, it was like you two were purposefully trying to drag it out. The push and pull being addicting yet more frustrating day by day.

And finally when you two broke it off it was like a breath of fresh air as you were drowning.

But a month of not speaking seemed worse than the actual fighting. The silence found itself more defeating than any argument the two of you ever shared. And soon Seungmin was on your doorstep again, sporting a case of cheap beer and a smile as if he expected you to take him back in an instant. Oh, and he was so right. You opened the door, being reminded of his warm gaze and fluffy hair, the late hour didn't help much either.

"Min— Seungmin, I'm serious," You struggled to get your point across as he kissed down your throat, wet kisses making your skin tingle. Feeling him against your skin for the first time in weeks was enough to leave your mind cloudy and breath short; Seungmin the same way, "We— this can't be a normal thing for us! W-we're over remember?" Seungmin pulled back from your skin, an almost annoyed expression on his face as you held onto his shoulders, expression as serious as it could be with spit drenching your neck.

"Whose fault is that, huh?" Seungmin tickled up your neck and back to your jaw, adjusting your head with the pads of his fingertips, "We don't have to be done, baby. This could be forever."

You scowl but your expression quickly melted into a soft one as you remembered the sweet things he'd do and say. Well, that is when you guys weren't arguing till the dusk hours.

"No, we really can't," You protest, biting your lip as his hold got stronger, his eyes flashing a look of anger, "You know that, Min."

He spoke after a brief silence, "Then just for tonight, huh?" Seungmin's voice was low again, his eyes dropping from yours to your kissable lips and cute pout.

You nodded, hand flattening over his hair only to mess it up again with your tight grip as he placed a sloppy kiss on your mouth.

The kiss developed into something you couldn't quite describe; messy make out seemed too casual— this felt surreal. Like he was finally giving you what you've needed. You savored every drop of his passion because you knew this was the true last time.

Seungmin lifted you by your waist, hands falling from your warm skin to unbuckle his belt. The only restraint keeping him from your dripping pussy gone once he pulled his jeans down, unsheathing his aching dick. Lips still on yours, the rattle of his belt making you excited. It was an excitement you haven't felt for what feels like years. So you sucked in a breath when you felt his nimble fingers tug your shorts down your thighs, helping him as you raised yourself higher.

"Gonna savor this then," Seungmin mumbled against your eager lips, instantly sending waves in your tummy, making your skin warm and mind blurry.

You nodded, breaking the desperate kiss only to watch as he slid his fingertips between your wet folds; his mouth parted at the feeling of your slick coat his finger, silently surprised by how drenched you were for him.

"God, I missed this pussy, baby," Seungmin hummed as his lips wrapped around his sticky fingers, eyes meeting yours. You watched him without blinking, too in love with how his tongue swirled around his knobby digits. The way his eyelashes closed with a flutter at the unique flavor and how his eyebrows scrunched before he opened his lids again.

"Taste that, sweetheart," Seungmin dipped his fingers into you again, digits entering your lonely hole enough to make you whimper, only to pull out just as quick. His fingertips stuck together by a thick string of arousal, pulling it to your mouth, "Open," you did just that, tasting yourself on his fingertips with your eyes drilling into his, irises seeming to dilate just at the sight of you getting a taste of yourself.

"Tastes fucking amazing, doesn't it?" Seungmin let his fingers rest on your tongue, enjoying the way your lips looked wrapped over his digits, "Should I get a taste? Make you cum all over my face with my tongue?" Oh, his words made your pussy clench around nothing, head instantly nodding as his eyes glistened at your reaction.

"Use your words," Seungmin instructed, watching your face while his hand snuck down to your cunt, pinching at your clit with a knowing smirk.

You whimpered, jerking your hips upward, "Fuck, yes, please." Seungmin stopped his punching to rub an apologetic circle into your clit, leaving your head spinning.

"Lay down for me, then," Seungmin furthered his instruction. You were quick to listen, laying down for him on the cushions, legs wide, openly invited him to really taste you, "Ah, that's a good baby," Seungmin adjusted himself, head positioned between your thighs, wide puppy eyes on yours. He looked so angelic with his bright eyes like that, fluffy hair tickling your inner thigh. Your eyes fell to his cock as it slapped against his abdomen, poor thing left unattended as his tongue flattened against your aching pussy. Almost instantly you reached for his head, the forgotten familiar feeling of his mouth on your cunt making your mind spin.

"God— Seung! Shit, feels so good!" Your voice went straight to his cock, your hands gripping at his scalp causing him to moan against your cute pussy. Seungmin's hand clamped down onto your thigh, squishing it between his nimble fingers, pinching at the flesh anytime you let out a soft moan, wanting to hear more.

Seungmin's tongue was working wonders on you, swirling skillfully over your clit before slipping between your folds and into your hole. He loved the way you'd whimper his name each time his nose brushed against your clit as he fucked his tongue into you. He deeply missed the feeling of being between your shaking thighs; the smell, the sounds, the look of your body from this angle. He loved it all and he wasn't sure how he'd ever go without it ever again.

Seungmin parted from your pussy, eyes meeting yours. You watched with a set of lazy, lidded eyes as he spit down onto your pussy, taking his long fingers and rubbing it in with your slick. All with his eyes still gazing into yours with such intensity you thought you might combust.

"You missed this, sweetheart?" Seungmin's breath against your skin was like the sun on ice, making you sweat, "Missed how good I can make you feel? God, keep making that face— you look so beautiful." Your heart wanted to jump out of your chest and into his hands at that point; it was beating faster than your breathing.

Seungmin rose up to your face, licking his sweet pink lips before attaching them to yours, fingers slipping into your desperate cunt. You immediately moaned into his mouth as he worked those talented fingers in and out, first slowly then the clingier your hands got, the quicker he pumped his hands in.

"Min— Just give me your c-cock," your hands gripped his bicep, the fuzz of his hoodie clinging to your sweaty palms. Seungmin chuckled against your lips, working his digits into you faster as if you dared him to. Your lips weren't even moving with his anymore; instead, open as moans poured out into his, breaths so sharp and fast they felt like knives against your throat.

The worst part was you could feel his leaky cock run against your thigh, the feeling hot and sticky against your heated skin.

"What's the magic word, hm?" Oh, you didn't miss his insistent teasing.

Your eyes focused on his taunting face as he pulled away; the lewd sound of his palm frantically hitting your clit almost hypnotic. It almost made you slip deeper into the fuzziest part of your brain, entranced also by his soft yet scandalous tone.

"Ple— um, please! Please, fuck," You chimed out like a broken clock, clutching his arms harder; gritted teeth being the only thing keeping you from letting every itty bitty sound out.

Seungmin would have kept teasing had it been any other day, but tonight felt different. It felt special— it was special. His first night with you after weeks. He was sure he was gonna use you so good all night; he smirked to himself before nodding, slipping his long fingers out and swiping them over your lips. It didn't even take another  breath before you swallowed his knuckles, moaning at the taste of yourself.

"Obedient girl," Seungmin said as he pulled his fingers out of your lips, the pop of suction echoing off the walls deliciously, "I'll make you remember this forever, sweetheart. Every inch of me is gonna be practically burned into your pretty pussy, yeah?" Seungmin just knew what made you tick so good.

"Mhm! Yes, Min, pretty please," You eyes trained on how his hand wrapped around his cock, not wasting another moment before lining up his engorged tip with your leaking hole.

Every inch he sunk into you was memorable, a new wave of pleasure filling your poor body. Your arms shook and your thighs jerked, mouth fallen open in a permanent look of pleasure. What felt like years worth of missed pleasure was definitely worth waiting for.

When he was sunken deep into, skin meeting skin with a halt, he was gentle for a moment, tucking a messy strand of hair behind your red ear before asking, "Good?"

You nodded, "So good."

Seungmin didn't need any more confirmation before he was holding you by the waist and mumbling something about, "Perfect pussy," and drilling into you.

The feeling was surreal; it's the feeling you always got when getting fucked by Seungmin. However, it was like a feeling you haven't felt in forever finally being felt. You could only compare it to fulfilling a deep craving.

Maybe it was a bit better though.

"Fuckin' hear that?" Seungmin gripped you tighter in his nimble fingers, groaning softly as he let the sound of your soaked pussy fill the air. Each time you swallowed his length between your legs the sound of what could've been mistaken as some kind of puddle being met with a stomp of a foot was made. He practically beamed at the sound, holding his face close to yours, "You're fucking dripping for me, babe. God, missed me that much, didn't you?"

You nodded, shaky head feeling like it was on a buzz of alcohol the more he fucked and filled you.

"So wet, so obedient. I'm gonna miss this, sweetheart," Seungmin was practically right beside your ear, letting every moan and groan he made fill your buzzing head, "But you know this isn't gonna be the last time, right, sweet girl?"

You shook your head, coherent enough to know that can't be, didn't you just say this can't be a regular thing?

You softly shook your head, moan softening as he slammed his own hips into yours.

"No? Oh, what a shame. You can think that, baby. But you and I both know you're gonna be calling me in a week or so, begging me to come ruin you again. It'll be just like that, baby, trust me."

You shook your head again, this time more hesitant as his lips pressed against your neck. God, he knew you too well.

"One— one time t-thing, Min!" You whined, his cock practically drilling against your gummy spot until you weren't really sure what you were arguing against anymore.

"No such thing, pretty baby," Seungmin cooed, fixing your hair for you before his lips were on your neck again, "You know that."

You did know that. But for now you pretended to believe that this would be the one and only time you'd find yourself in this position, legs sore and ass red from the skin slapping against yours.

One time thing, you thought before everything was blurry and your climax washed down on you like a wave of fire going across your body.

Who were you kidding?

sorry it's a little too messy

boys having a movie night with their partners (gonna go with f reader to make it easier to write)

not all of them are in a relationship but those are, decided to come as couples

when the guys talk, they share a little about their intimate moments, but hyunjin can't relate

he's attracted to his gf, and he knows she is too. they've had their steamy makeout sessions as proof but it never went past that. maybe dating a virgin wasn't as cute as he thought it'd be

the movie they're watching has some interesting scenes, hyunjin notices the couples whispering to each other, movements under their shared blankets, a few leaving to find privacy

but so does his girlfriend

hyunjin never insisted on it because he didn't wanna make things weird. he wanted her first time to be special, that's why she's waited this long

a few days passed and one day the partners decided to make lunch for the boys, knowing they'll most probably skip it with how busy they were

that day, seeing hyunjin during practice, focused, breathing hard, elegantly moving, she decided it's time

hyunjin didn't think much of it when she left early, knowing the number of people in the room would exhaust her

when they were back at the dorms, he took a shower and decided he'd visit her. he had the keys but always preferred to knock so she'd open the door. it was just a little thing he loved to.

what he didn't expect was seeing her in a cute pink silk night dress, the hem being a white lace.

she looked innocent and delicious

perfect to ruin, make his and only his, his little doll

I'll leave the rest to you ♡

I was imagining a lot of teasing and foreplay and whining but I never got to write this as a whole thing

Innocent virgin! Reader with a dirty minded maybe even slightly perverted! Hyunjin?? That’s my cup of tea right there….

Hyunjin adores you. He adores your cute smile, your cute dimples, your thighs. The way your lips move just the right way where he can picture them wrapped around his cock; how your tits squeeze together when you wear a low-cut top. When Hyunjin started dating you, he immediately thought you were the most adorable little bunny, cheeks that seemed to always be some shade of rosy, nose doused with a shimmer of highlighter, lips plump enough to kiss softly. But he also thought you were so perfectly innocent— innocent enough to corrupt and ruin.

Hyunjin, however, decided to be civil and patient on his plan to corrupt you once he found out you were a virgin. When you told him, he felt his heart swell and he tried (and failed) to hide the way his lip quirked up in a tiny smirk, dark hair covering it enough to leave you in mystery. And, of course, he cooed in understanding and patted your hair, squishing your little cheeks with understanding, “Princess, you’re fine. Don’t worry. We can wait. I’ll wait as long as you want.”

But when months pass and he finds himself hiding in the bathroom with a fist around his cock and you on his mind he bites his lip in regret. Wishing he’d pushed you a little— but wouldn’t that be mean?

Then it started happening more; boners so sore he was hiss. He’d get them even when he watched your hands, the way they wrapped around the things you’d hold, your water bottle, your own phone, his hand, even. Hyunjin would place a pillow on his lap, hair cascading down his cheekbones, blocking his deep red cheeks as you and his friends all laughed at the movie he’d picked out and hour before. Hyunjin noticed when your thighs were draped over his, when they shifted over his lap. When your cheek was against his chest and his nose was in your hair. Damn, you smelled amazing and it got him hard immediately.

Safe to say Hyunjin was fucking horny— and it was clearly your fault. It just seemed you were dreadfully unaware.

It’s only when he comes back from practice one particular day to find the house dead quiet and empty does he completely forget about his raging hormones. At first he thinks you’ve been hurt or something along those lines, the sounds of haptics he’d normally hear we completely gone. Hyunjin would walk through the house with tiptoes and cautious hands, dragging his fingertips along the walls until he heard a little gasp come from his bedroom, and suddenly his heart was calming a bit.

He rounded the corner to your room, peaking through the door expecting to see you laying in bed sleeping, too tired to wait for him to get home. But, no, that’s not it at all.

Hyunjin felt like his eyes would pop out of his head when he sees you in a pretty lace set, pink bra with a trim of white lace; panties matching with frills and a nice matching charm of an embroidered rose sewn in the middle of both the bra and panties. He’s practically drooling at this point, lips parted and skin hot.

You were just sitting there all pretty, hair twisted into waves, lips tinted with a cherry lip balm he was dying to taste.

“Baby? What are you….” Hyunjin walked into the room, trying so hard not to pounce at the sight of you. But the closer he got the hotter he felt; your hands innocently fiddling at the edge of the frills, the roundness in your wide eyes that always made him twitch just a little too much. You parted your lips once he stood just a foot before you in front of the bed, tiny compared to him as you sat. “Jinnie, I missed you.”

That’s what made a switch flip in his pretty mind, it wasn’t even a second before he was bending down to your level and smashing his lips against yours, earning a muffled gasp from you that quickly dissipated into a soft moan. A moan that went straight to his cock, aching and ready to finally get a taste of you.

“Fuck, baby, do you know how long I’ve wanted to take you like this?” He says as he’s rubbing his fingers against your tender parts, swallowing the sounds of your whimpers. His kisses were messy, and at this point he didn’t care much about making your first time special or sweet or wonderful; he just wanted to have you. Finally have you all for himself. And you’d gotten all dolled up for him too! Begging against his lips as a patch of sweet wetness began to form against your lacy panties. “To fuck you?” He’s practically panting now, spit dripping from your lips, his fingers pressing hard against your sensitive clit and making your mind fog. The foreign touch was heavenly, the itch of your lace panties making the pleasure all the more overwhelming. “Gonna let me finally fuck you, sweet girl? Hm? Tell me, doll.”

It’s only when you finally mewl out a helpless, disoriented, “Y-yes!” Does he slide your panties to your ankles and undress his cock, ignoring the way you squirmed at the big stretch of his dick as it sunk into you. It hurt but the deep groans that left him throat were enough to leave you dizzy and so perfectly full. And as the pain dissipated into pleasure you knew you couldn’t go without this lovely feeling again; how his veins were practically imprinted into your gummy walls, the look in his eyes as he stared down at you.

“My pretty little fuck doll,” Hyunjin is groaning as his release burns in his tummy, “Innocent little pussy taking me so well, love. Didn’t even have to prep you… fuck…”

Sorry this took a bit I was struggling to find the right words🤞 but I like how it turned out

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FUCKKKK

Greetings, May (also see: my smut writer). Happy New Year to you and yours. Is now a good time to discuss Seungmin’s beautiful hands and their potential involvement in the act of fingering the vagina? Thank you for your time and assistance.

xian one day you will kill me with this message format i- 💀

here, for you, my baby, my bestie: seungmin and his pretty hands knuckle deep inside of you, in an expensive outfit, in the back of an expensive car 🥂

🔞 sir kink, fingering, semi public sex, little jealous moment, dirty talk, slight degradation but in a very loving way; 2.5k words

One crystalline bubble separates itself from the side of the long fluted glass, and you watch it delicately dance to the surface and disappear, before another peels off the glass and makes the same journey. Somewhere down the table, Hyunjin chuckles prettily, flirtily, and it ripples through the room like it belongs. The residual waves of it hit you and an oddly peaceful satisfaction settles over your soul, your mind emptying until there’s nothing but the present moment. You try to guess which bubble will go next and fail three times before you get bored with your game.

When you raise your eyes, Seungmin is already looking at you from his seat next to you, intelligent, velvet gaze observing you with a love behind them you will never get tired of seeing. He looks beautiful. The freshly dyed honeyed hair framing his august, yet soft face, glowing a million shades of gold in the expensively fake and partially even real candlelight. Polite conversation and the odd peal of laughter float up to the vaulted ceilings of the venue before descending back down onto polished silver cutlery and white tablecloths that are less white now, droplets of wine and crumbs of bread giving the illusion, or in your case, representing the truth of a surprisingly fun night.

It’s Paris. It’s the city of love. The houses are tall and crowded together, some streets are romantically cobbled, the people are effusive in their enjoyment of life. You saw the Eiffel Tower sparkle last night, you and Seungmin sitting on the slightly wet grass with the crowd of watchers, smiling as everyone clapped when it started.

Now you’re at this fashion event, but you’ve forgotten which brand it was for two flutes of champagne ago. The event itself is blissfully empty of press, a moment of mingling for the honoured guests before the big show the next day.

It’s the smallest, fleeting moment that changes the course of your night, when the ruggedly handsome French waiter’s eyes catch on yours as he refills Chan’s glass, a charming smile playing around his lips. You barely smile back, nothing more than a polite quirk of your lips, and you immediately turn to Seungmin. The dark, displeased curl of his lips is no surprise and his eyes never leave the waiter as he scarily slowly, deliberately places his hand on your thigh. It’s high enough to be unmistakable, his big palm pressing heat through the flimsy fabric of your monogrammed tights that makes the beginning of desire trickle down your spine. Then Seungmin’s stormy eyes find yours, leaning closer as he squeezes your thigh, and you know you’re done for, heat starting to pool in your belly.

His eyes dip down to your lips, lingering there for a beat before he leans in, brushing his lips over your cheek on their way to the shell of your ear.

“Would you look at that,” he whispers, lowly, darkly, “he doesn’t know you’re mine.”

He stays where he is for a second, hot breath fanning over your ear, down your sensitive neck, and you shiver.

“You are, aren’t you? Mine?”

You nod profusely, and he pulls back enough to look into your eyes, a satisfied smirk on his face. You’re sure he can see it in your eyes, how your body is starting to ache for the privacy of your hotel room, for his expert fingers on your body, his skin on yours. He worked so hard to train you for this, after all.

He leans in ever so slightly, lets his lips brush yours in a featherlight touch that is at odds with how his palm heavily slides up and down your thigh, and then he pulls back and leans back in his chair again.

The expression on his face is as calm as if nothing happened, but you have to blink a few times, the sound of conversation coming back into your field of awareness as the outside world slowly comes back into focus. The waiter is at the other end of the room by now, nobody else at the table paying attention to you. But although Seungmin looks as aloof as always, you know he isn’t, know it and can see it in the slight tent in the front of his expensive slacks, the tips of his ears burning red under his hair. Despite it all, your heart still skips an uneven beat when his eyes find yours and his desire is right there, an expression in them that is usually reserved for the sanctity of your sheets, when he pulls you apart with a confidence as if his own hands aren’t trembling with need.

“I’m jet-lagged like crazy,” you hear Minho say somewhere down the table, “I’m gonna head back to the hotel. Anyone else coming?”

Seungmin speaks before his eyes even leave yours, evenly making up some palatable words about how the two of you feel the same.

In the end, it’s you, Seungmin, Minho and Jisung stumbling out of the venue and into the cold of the Paris night. Minho’s arm is wound tightly around Jisung’s waist, and him and Seungmin exchange a wordless glance, before Minho asks the valet for both of their cars. Jisung giggles happily and sends you a smirk as he climbs into his car, and you can’t help but smile back. But then Seungmin’s soft hand is on the small of your back, gently guiding you to slip into your car, his hand hovering over your head to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.

The fashion brand hosting the evening, the one you had so readily forgotten hours ago, had provided cars for and drivers for all their guests coming in from abroad and what cars they were – giant luxury SUVs, smelling of leather and magnolia, with drivers in full suits. You melt into the leather seats, your feet slipping out of your heels with a sigh.

“Good evening,” the driver says, in an accented English, “the drive to the hotel will take approximately 30 minutes. Do you want the privacy partition up or down?”

You speak before Seungmin can even open his mouth.

“Up, please.”

The driver nods and presses a button on his console, and you and Seungmin watch with wide eyes as a dark divider slides up until the view of the driver is completely obscured.

The car starts moving, almost noiselessly, and it takes you no more than two seconds and then you’re out of your seat, Seungmin’s hands on your waist as he all but drags you onto his lap, pulling you flush against him. Your hands slide up his chest and into the long hair in the nape of his neck, and then you’re crashing your lips into his, pressing one, two kisses onto them before greedily slipping your tongue into his mouth. He chuckles breathlessly, but kisses you back just as filthily, if not more so, his hands tightening on your body, fingers digging into the plush of your waist as he presses you closer against his chest.

“Fuck, such a needy girl,” he mumbles against your lip, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and slipping his hand underneath the skirt of your dress, up your thigh until he’s cradling your ass. “Do you need to be taken care of, hm?”

His voice is velvety, yet condescending, wrapping around you as you nod, your head falling forward to press desperate kisses to his mouth, down his jaw, until you’re at his neck. You can feel him filling out underneath you, and you grind down, a choked gasp leaving your mouth as he moans out shakily.

You’re about to do it again when the world suddenly spins and your back meets the seat, Seungmin staring down at you from where he’s hovering over you like he wants to eat you alive. He presses a hard kiss to the corner of your mouth and sits up, shrugging off the jacket of his suit without looking away from your eyes. His shoulders look even wider in his crisp, white shirt, and when his deft fingers uncuff the sleeves and ruck them up his strong, veiny forearms, you thank whatever gods are out there that this man is yours.

“Like what you see?” he scoffs out, and the condescension goes straight between your legs, clenching around nothing as he stares down at you.

“You’re so fucking hot, Seung,” you breathe out, and his lips curl into a satisfied smirk, but that’s about all the talking he seems to be willing to do, carelessly shoving his jacket onto the floor of the car.

You nearly flinch, but it’s not the last affront he has planned for the expensive clothes the brand had put you in. His hands wrap around your ankles, shoving one up and over the backrest, placing the other on the floor and then his hands slide up your thighs, You barely feel his fingers dig into the fabric of your tights before you hear a resounding rip. When you look down, there’s now a hole right around your crotch, your black lace panties on display for him, the wet patch in them glaringly obvious.

“God, fuck, that’s better,” he rasps out, his voice now tinged in arousal, too. His thumb finds your clothed clit and you mewl.

“Seung, fuck, the b-brand gave me those,” you gasp out, but Seungmin just shrugs.

“They never want something like tights back. Too easily breakable.”

It looks like he’s not even speaking to you, absentmindedly mumbling it while he spreads your legs, pressing the lace between your folds, before he dips down pressing his tongue against the soaked fabric.

“I can taste the desperation on you, sweetheart,” he hums when he pulls back and comes to hover over you again, caging you against the expensive leather with one hand supporting himself next to your head, the other trailing up your body until his middle and ring finger are resting against your bottom lip.

“Open,” he orders, and you’ve never complied faster. He slips them in slow, but deep, the metal of his rings pressing cold against your heated lips. He lets you swirl your tongue around them, desperate to please him, but then they’re gone, pulled away as quickly as they came.

His lips dip down to offer you a kiss, one you take gratefully, your hands tangling back into his long, honey hair and raking over his scalp, and he hums, licking deep into your mouth just as you feel him pull your panties to the side and drag his spit slick middle finger through your wetness. He swallows the moan you let out.

“There you are,” he mumbles, rubbing light circles on your clit until your back arches, and only then does he slide down smoothly and sink one finger into you to the hilt You throw your head back with a choked whimper.

“So fucking wet, don’t even need to stretch you open, hm?” he chuckles, eyes hooded as he painfully slowly pumps his finger in and out of you and god, it feels so good, his long, strong finger so deep inside of you, but it’s not enough, not when he’s right in front of you. You want him, all of him, want him to take you, to make you his in any way he sees fit.

As if he can read your horny, desperate mind, he adds another finger and the stretch soothes the burning need in you. He watches a breathy string of _thank you_s drip from your lips with hooded eyes, breath catching in his throat when your tongue comes out to swipe over your bottom lip, and he leans in to catch it, sucking on it lightly as he fucks his fingers in deeper.

“Listen, sweetheart,” he murmurs and adds another finger, peppering deep kisses against your lips, “I’m going to open you up right here, and you’re going to cum on my fingers like a good girl, and then I’ll fuck you nice and hard when we’re back at the hotel, just how you like it.”

You mewl, your body betraying you with how hard you clench around his digits, and he chuckles again.

“Say ‘yes, sir’,” he purrs, and you rasp out a moan, tugging at his hair enough to make him gasp and there are dark flames of desire in his eyes when he looks back down at you. Your eyelids flutter slightly when his stupidly long fingers crook right against your g-spot and he drinks your reaction in proudly.

“Yes, sir,” you breathe out, and he hums, dipping down to kiss you again. He’s fucking his fingers into you deep and fast now, his lips spit-slick and sliding over yours with a lot less coordination, wordlessly telling you that his composure is slipping. The thought of his twitching cock in his pants makes your mouth water and you decide to play a little dirty.

“Are you going to fill me up tonight, sir?” you whisper into his mouth, and his forehead falls against yours roughly.

“Until you’re dripping with it, baby,” he gasps and cages you against the seats tighter, his chest pressing against yours as he captures your lips in another messy kiss.

You know you won’t last much longer, and it’s probably good because you’re sure you’ll be at the hotel soon, and you don’t want the driver to roll down the partition to see Seungmin on top of you with three of his fingers buried in your cunt. It’ll be a miracle if you’re not dripping onto the seats.

The tips of Seungmin’s fingers find your g-spot again, and you whimper breathily, and then his thumb presses against your clit, and it’s perfect, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you can feel the telltale tightening in your abdomen.

“Fucking gorgeous, all fucked out,” Seungmin whispers above you, and you can’t even respond because it’s like he’s on a mission, his long fingers in all the right places, the squelching sounds of your cunt getting frankly obscene as he fucks you harder and harder, pushing you up on the seat until your head almost hits the door. Seungmin’s hand finds your head, cradling the back where it’s against the door and the tenderness of it makes your head spin. And before you know it, you’re cumming, pleasure thundering down your spine and licking through your entire body, your eyes screwed shut as you open your mouth in a silent scream.

Seungmin lets out a tortured little gasp with how tightly you clench around his fingers as ride your through your orgasm, your shaking leg falling from the backrest and around his waist, trapping him against you, allowing you to pull him into a messy kiss as the last shocks of your orgasm rack through your body.

When he pulls back, there’s a smile on his lips and his eyes are still closed, nose brushing against yours tenderly.

“Good fucking girl,” he whispers, and you breathe out a laugh. He blinks his eyes open and grins down at you.

“Now let’s get you dressed again so I can take you to our room and ruin you.”

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hear me out. kissing down seungmin’s body, from his jaw to his neck to his chest to his stomach and finding out he let a lil happy trail grow out and at first he gets a little insecure about it but then you’re kissing it again and again until you let the trail lead you down to where you wanna kiss most. just mouthing at his dick through his boxers, seeing the way the material gets tighter and tighter the harder he gets. kissing all along the strap of his boxers. kissing so close to his dick that you can feel the warmth of it on your cheek. seung getting impatient and pushing down his boxers a little as a hint but all you do in response is suck a mark into the smooth skin of his pelvis. you follow the little v his bones make, marking closer and closer to where he wants, following the natural instructions his body leaves for you just like his happy trail. you can’t help but follow his noises too, sucking harder when his little groans turn deeper, stronger. nuzzling your nose against his skin when he lets out a particular sigh. kissing him softly when he says, breathless, “bubs, gets to the point.” “i am at the point,” you say, licking down his pelvic bone. he’d groan but let it be, not pushing you again because fuck he loves the way you’re worshipping his body right now. he’d softly sink his fingers in your hair—not trying to push you any more, but now just needing something to ground him. when he drags his nails against your scalp you hum on his skin and he lets out a small plea of “do that again.” dragging your tongue over his clothed dick and watching as he scrunches his eyes shut, not wanting to admit he liked the feeling of it as much as he did but silently asking for more with a small buck of his hips upwards. hhhhhhhh.

crying. need him so bad??????

bf!sunghoon whos not a big fan of pda but acts like this when is only the two of u alone 🫶🏼

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bf!sunghoon would be obsessed with you to the point he’d hate being away for even a few hours, whenever you’d be alone with him, he’d be so clingy, full of love and affection for you, kissing you, hiding his face in your neck, or resting his head on your chest, cuddling closer to hold you tighter, he’d do it all 💗