Seungmin Fic Recs

Seungmin fic recs

  stray kids | Kim Seungmin 

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24 to 25   { f2l, f } 4.3k @plutominho

you love surprises; seungmin hates them. unfortunately for him, secret santa involves a surprise element. and unfortunately for you, he asks you to find out who his secret santa is.

the subtle art of loving you  {f2l; f, a } @hwangsify

the 5 times seungmin tries and heroically fails to hold your hand and the one time he finally does. (or, seungmin's endeavors to overcome his innate dislike for initiating physical touch in a nutshell.)

#FFF8F8 | KIM SEUNGMIN. { soulmates au; f }  1k @hanibalistic

[16.02]  { greaser au; f,s }  2,3k @lettersfromaphrodite

[8.50] { vampire au, f2l; f, a }  3,2k @/lettersfromaphrodite

boyfriends seugmin { f } @nonoleeknowno

Trust { f, s } 1,1k

home run { fwb2l; f } 1,8k @latteseungs

INNINGS { baseball player Min; s, f } @seospicybin

part I part II part III

You knew Seungmin as the baseball star slash campus heartrob and now, your partner on a project. But was there a hidden intention on why he wanted to work together with you?

LAST INNING { finale of innings; a, s, f } @/seospicybin

part I part II

Your relationship with Seungmin shifts as you enter the real world where your expectations don’t always meet realities and it’s getting harder to keep up with your boyfriend’s rising fame as a baseball player.

no words { f } @blue-jisungs

closer than friends { f2l; f } 2,4k @dreamescapeswriting

“ you don’t love me anymore …” { f } @/blue-jisungs

nosebleed { f } @/blue-jisungs

No nut November - loser #7 { f, s } 5,6k @gimmeurtmi

a pretty boy with a pretty smile { f } 0,572k @bbyquokka

Seungmin has a pretty smile, so you tell him.

puppy on puppy violence { f } @/gimmeurtmi

period cramps { f } @suengmi

Love-gram { a, f } 3,6k @oh-my-sparkle

I miss you when you are here { a, f } 2,7k @yunkiwii

for seven days y/n has been feeling lonely as her boyfriend spends all his time either at work or thinking about work.

shy boy? secret kisses? { f } @luvsuperboard

you’re used to see him being confident when it comes to “romantic” encounters, but all of sudden when you find out about his cute habit, he becomes shy

Somebody Loved { s } 0,6k @bangchanswolfpelt

The deal { e2l; a, f } 35k @icouldntcareless22

She was officially failing in life and most importantly in university! With her grades hanging of the edge of a thread and tutors rejecting her left and right her only option is to make a deal with the devil a.k.a Kim Seungmin.A deal should always be fair. Your grades in exchange for Kim Seungmin's dream girl. Simple?...Right?!

The deal 2

Random texts @jjuniehao

Hugs { f } 1,7k @lovestay-channie

y/n is feeling touch starved, and feeling the need of some comfort. all she wants is a hug.

Boyfriend texts { f } @gyuworm

I like coffee better { barista au, f } @skzhua

seungmin has seen you before, but he never bothered talking to you. in fact, he did not care about you. when you came in the coffee shop in distress, he decided to be a good person for once and to make you a caramel macchiato in hopes to help you calm down. surprise: you do not like caramel macchiato, but you do like the young barista.

Stupid boy { s } 3,21k @mixtape-racha

one thing you had learnt over the course of your arrangement with seungmin was that he would do anything to please you

Behind Closed Doors { f } @jut-and-dae-enthusiast

Jealousy { bsf2l; f } @leyknowsbin

You and your best friend deciding how you’re gonna confess to your crush

One in the morning { roommate, f } 1k @soobnny

Grumpy Minnie { f } 0,3k @hanichani

Home run { e2l; s } 14,2k @hyunsvngs

you love your best friend, you hate her baseball playing brother. he’s not been home for a few years during your summers back home, so you can’t wait for another amazing summer - until he returns home.

AUGUST IS A FEVER { s, f } 12k @seungminheart

seungmin is the picture of self control around you—the perfect gentleman with no interest in you at all. maybe that is why you are so obsessed with seeing how far you can push him before he breaks. OR, hyunjin is convinced that seungmin is into you, and you are determined to prove him wrong

Photobooth { f } @astraystayyh

Kinktober Day 14: Corruption Kink + SKZ Seungmin { s } ~1,7k @sluttywoozi

Texts with bf!seungmin { f } @beausyd

Sleepy Seungmin { f } @/rachalixie

Puppy { puppy Seungmin X puppy reader; s } 1,3k @binsito

Clingy denials { f } @catiuskaa

Seungmin being drunk on eating you out { s } @fluffylino

9mitm { s } 2,7k @straykeedz

Seungmin drabble { s } 0,2k @luvyeni

TOO HOT TO HANDLE { s } @seospicybin

You and Seungmin become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

In this for a long run { a, f } 1,9k @seungminiuniverse

sometimes all you need is a little bit of reassurance

Stamina { s } 2,7k @/gimmeurtmi

Your Dog { f, c } 1k @thevampywolf

Congratulations { university au; s, f } 2,2k @yoongihan

I always know { s, f } 4k @jilixthinker

Random bf! Seungmin texts @0x1lovebot

birthday girl [ f2l, stripper min; s ] 4,1k @skzdarlings

BF!seungmin — "What Are We?" Texts 🪴✨️ @collisvng

On Your Knees [ incel min; s ] @bandgie

Part 1 2,7k

Part 2 3,1k

They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but this one seems eager for a treat.

Random Boyfriend Seungmin texts @thefantasyden

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I.N fic recs

 stray kids | yang jeongin 

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icicles { bfs; fluff }  2,3k @cotccotc

identity crisis { college, roomate, f2l; f, c }  9,4k @gdaychan

[18.20]  { greaser au; f }  2,2k

blue and silver { fox!jeongin, f } @ppiri-bahng

you’ve got mail { secret admirer, bsf2l; f, a, s } 5,7k @gimmeurtmi

anything for you { f } 1,3k @binniecorre

HOST REQUESTED: Yang Jeongin { s } 4,3k @cb97percent

cavities, fillings, and feelings { college, bakery; f } 0,6k @teacasket

secret ways to smile { f } 1k @inniejeonginnie

little things with innie that shows you his love and how serene he feels with you much better than a fabricated smile could

Day 9 first time { s } 4,1k @seungminssangel

Smutober Day 9 ~ Vanilla { s } @dreamescapeswriting

Only you { f } @yejinnie

the things yang jeongin would only let you do to him.

Texts with vampire!roommate innie @taeraekisser

Sigma kappa zeta’s olympic level beer pong team { + Hyunjin x reader; s } 7,2k @skzms

it's the last frat party before winter break and you, hyunjin and jeongin have a title to defend. who knows where it might lead (we do, it leads to the three of you smoking weed and fucking in jeongin's room)

Do you still hate Valentine’s Day? { a, f, s } @mnwrld

valentine’s day is kind of dreary when you’ve been in love with your best friend for years. it’s even worse when said best friend goes on a date with another girl. 

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and they were roommates.

summary — who would have thought that a very naked sight of your best friend and a torn shower curtain in the rainiest of weathers could start romance? or in which you start falling for your childhood best friend, lee minho, unaware that he’s always been in love with you.

pairing — lee minho x reader, ft. binsung.

genre — fluff, smut, crack | roommates!au, bff2l!au

rating — 18+

word count — 11k words.

note — smut warnings under the cut, ofc! i suck at making summary adagafga!! but but but, i promise this story is adorable, okay, minus all that smut, my lame humor and those bit of rushed parts? this took forever and i’m so sorry for all that had to wait, especially the one who requested this uwuwu. 

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phone with seungmin ♡ two

⇢ pairing: seungmin x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 6.1k ⇢ genre: smut, mutual pining (sort of), coworker!au ⇢ summary: seungmin has trouble facing you after your late night call ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; smut [fingering, clit stimulation, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), groping] ⇢ part one ♡ masterlist ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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Seungmin should feel embarrassed, he’s aware. He’s just walked into work—his first shift with you since that phone call that’s been plaguing his mind—and you giggled when he walked behind the bar, throwing in a quiet “hey, perv” at him. Your words instantly made blood rush to his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he stuttered a greeting in return and rushed to the back to get changed.

Thankfully, no one heard you, which is exactly why you said it, but Seungmin’s heart is still racing like crazy. You’re perfect from head to toe, everything he wants, and now you’re teasing him about being a pervert after that phone call. He doesn’t feel embarrassed—he feels kind of defeated. 

The phone call you had was promising because it made Seungmin believe he actually stood a chance with you. The picture you told him he could keep was proof of that. Of course, him being himself, he hasn’t texted you yet. He’s seen that picture more times than he can count now, used it to get off, refresh his memory, and imagine that phone call all over again, yet he didn’t text.

It isn’t because he doesn't want to ask you out or anything like that—it’s because he wants to do it face to face to prove to himself and you that he can do this. If Seungmin keeps being a nervous mess around you, there’s no chance you’ll want to go on more than one date with him. He can’t blame you. Who’d want to meet up with a guy who can’t look them in the eyes for longer than ten seconds? Besides, do you even want to date? You only said you two should fuck.

You can do better, and Seungmin has to live up to your expectations if he wants to keep talking to you this way, if he wants to turn this into something more. So his plan today was to come into work, say hi to you, and ask you if you wanted to go out with him sometime this week. However, you calling him a perv, albeit jokingly, completely took him by surprise and sidetracked his decision to ask you out. 

The majority of the shift is awkward for him since another colleague is there too, so there’s no way for you and Seungmin to talk about what happened face to face in private. Instead, all he can do is sneak glances your way when he thinks you’re not looking and have you catch him almost every time. When you do, you smile or smirk, depending on the mood you’re in, and it brings him some sort of hope. Maybe he can do this. Maybe he’s got a chance with you, maybe you weren’t just horny that night.

When the coworker takes their half-an-hour-long break, they leave the two of you alone by the bar, and his palms instantly start getting sweaty and slippery, things start falling out of his hands and landing on the bar, and you chuckle under your breath. The worst part? It’s slow hours at work, meaning that you and Seungmin have nothing to do except lounge around and wait for customers. 

Seungmin tries to find something to do to preoccupy himself with anything other than standing there and looking at you without anything to say. While he’s cleaning the sink, you walk over and stand right next to him, hip to hip. Your closeness instantly makes him correct his posture and take a deep breath. It’s been a while since he’s had you this close, especially without any booze involved.

“You okay there, Seungmin?” you ask with a tinge of playfulness in your voice. He can’t see your face, but he’s sure you’re smirking, as always. He gulps and looks straight ahead.

“Yup, just….  Wasting time. Counting the hours until I can go home,” Seungmin tells you with a sigh, unable to even look to the side to face you because you smell so good and he’ll just think about kissing you if he looks at you, and he can’t do that at work. Even if he could, he’d chicken out. “Slow day, huh? Not that many people around today.”

“Nervous?” you ask, lowering your voice as you completely ignore everything he’s told you. Maybe it’s for the better. He is just blabbering because he is nervous when you’re so close to him. “Was the perv thing too much? I’m sorry.”

God, you’re bringing it up in public! Seungmin purses his lips and takes a deep breath, screaming internally. He’s red in face and he just knows it without having to look at himself. You’re looking at him, though, so he’s sure you know and are enjoying it. “No…” He gulps again, hating how weak his voice sounds. “It-it’s fine, really.”

“I mean, both of us were on the call, so that makes us both kind of perverted,” you continue, still keeping your voice down, not really paying attention to the three customers sitting a couple of tables away. 

Seungmin, however, has his eyes on them now, not wanting them to stand up and startle him if he gets too lost in this conversation with you. He’d probably flinch and stutter and seem as an even bigger mess than he really is. “I… Uhm, yes.”

“I like that, though,” you admit, once again taking him by surprise. How you can be so open about something so personal, and in public, at that, is always astonishing. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, I’m an open book,” Seungmin says even though he knows he’s in fact not an open book. He’s scared shitless, completely lost in his feelings for you. These feelings are not purely sexual, which makes them so much worse, and he’s feeling incompetent. He can’t exactly admit any of that and still look cool in your eyes—if he ever did.

“Why haven’t you still texted?” You go straight for the jugular with a little chuckle. “Listen, if you lost interest, that’s totally fine, but I kind of don’t think you did. In fact, I think you’re just freaking out a bit after what happened.”

“I—” The words die down in his throat, it suddenly feels so dry, and nothing comes to mind. He goes stiff all over, and his mouth stays open for a while until he tries to come up with something to say. Then, Seungmin clears his throat and decides to man up for once. He wasn’t the first one to bring dating up like he wanted to, but he can now be honest about it. “I’m sorry. I do want to text and date you. I wanted to ask you… out today.”

“Did the perv thing mess with you that much?” you suggest, clearly already knowing him better than he thought you did. With a slight nudge, you add, “I have to keep my mouth shut then. I’d love to go out with you. Or just make out, whichever comes first.”

With that, you let out a little chuckle and pat his butt. It’s a simple ass smack, you and the other girls give them to each other when you pass one another in the bar, and sometimes, he gets one from one of the other coworkers. It doesn’t mean anything, but feeling your touch makes his body react, embarrassingly so.

It’s not just the touching, though, it’s the fact that you just said you wanted to make out with him, Kim Seungmin, that has blood rushing to his cock. “I, uh, I… Amazing then. We should do that.”

You giggle now, moving in even closer until he finally looks to the side and faces you. Fuck, you’re so pretty, especially so up-close and when you’re smirking at him the way you are. He forgets all about being at the workplace and there being customers in the same room, and simply stares right back. “Date or make out?” you ask, clearly enjoying watching him struggle. 

His hands have long stopped using the rag to clean the sink, and now he’s just standing there staring at you, unable to look away. Seungmin swallows the lump in his throat and answers, “Both?”

You hum happily, giving him a slight nod. “Mmm, I like that. And I see that,” you say, shooting a glance at his erection. 

It’s these fucking pants, he knows it. The job uniforms are these ugly polo shirts you all have to wear, but the bottoms are up to the employees. You, as always, have opted for a skirt that gives Seungmin a clear enough look at your thighs, which he so desperately wants to sink his teeth into, even now when he’s panicking about his dick getting hard. 

He, on the other hand, chose tight pants to seem more professional. The downside? Everyone can see when he’s hard in them—you can see he’s hard. “Uh, I’m sorry,” Seungmin says with a sigh, letting his hands fall to his sides, shoving his fist into his pocket to try to hide what you’ve already seen.

“Why are you saying sorry?” You lean in so close he thinks you’re about to kiss him, but you don’t. Instead, you smile softly and lower your voice, “You know I like it.”

This statement makes him choke and then quickly clear his throat to hide the fact that he almost died from choking on his own saliva because he’s too horny for you. Seungmin wasn’t expecting you to be as straightforward in person, but he can’t say he doesn’t like it. He’s embarrassed but wants to hear you tell him just how much you like him. “I always think it’s kind of pathetic,” he finally admits, getting you to nod sympathetically. 

“You? Pathetic?” you repeat the words, frowning. “I never thought that. When I see you’re hard, I just want to… touch it.”

Seungmin nods, as if he’s giving you permission to do that when he’s in fact just extremely excited about hearing you say it. You can touch him any time, any place. And you do. You’re both behind the bar, so no one can see what’s happening below chest level. Besides, the three guests are too busy talking to even glance your way. 

You use that to your advantage and reach for his crotch, running your fingertips along the outline of his erection. It’s not the first time you’re touching Seungmin, but it’s the first time you’re doing it sober and in broad daylight, in public—it feels mindblowing already.

He grunts and looks down for a second, trying to memorize just how nice your hand looks when it’s pressing into his hard cock. Then, he remembers that there are people here, so his head snaps in their direction. 

“Relax, they can’t see,” you hum at him, now grabbing his cock as much as you can over his pants. “You’re so hard, Seungminnie… I wish we could do something about it now.”

God, he wants you to do something about it badly. Seungmin wishes he was the type of guy who’d tell you to go meet him in the employee bathroom so he can fuck you senseless, but he’s not. Instead, he gulps and admits, “Me too.”

“Maybe after our shift’s over?” you suggest, giving his cock a squeeze, one that earns another grunt from him. He’s so embarrassed about reacting that way, but you’re so incredibly hot and you might get caught and it’s all messing with his head.

“We, we… Yes, let’s do it,” he tells you with a nod, unsure of what he’s agreed to. Whatever it is, Seungmin is down if it involves you. 

With a giggle, you let go of his cock just before a customer steps inside the place, and you two quickly move away from each other. Soon enough, your colleague’s back, so there’s no more close contact, but it doesn’t stop Seungmin from fantasizing about you, which he does for the rest of the shift, too, wondering if you two would talk after it.

The minute your shift is over, you hand over everything to your colleagues and the three of you go to the employee locker room together. There are two rows of lockers, one for men, the other for women, so you and Seungmin can’t see each other, which is something he’s desperate for. 

You take a long time changing, and so does he, getting too lost in thoughts about you and then embarrassed about the erection that springs up when he does that. Seungmin’s too lucky for his own good—you told him once again that you were interested, and he was still too fucking scared to speak up and do something, anything.

The colleague leaves in a rush, waving a quick bye to Seungmin, who’s thankfully put on his sweats at this point, successfully hiding his erection. The very next second, you join him in the men’s part of the locker room with a grin on your face. He’s sitting on a bench with his shirt in his hands, about to put it on, but Seungmin freezes the second he notices you making a beeline towards him.

It’s just the two of you, and there’s only one thing you can want here. You walk over to him until you’re standing in between his legs, forcing him to look up at you. Seungmin doesn’t like this position very much, but it reminds him of how things are with the two of you—you always have the upper hand and he can only look up at you. 

“Alone at last,” you say playfully and reach for him. 

Your palms take hold of his head, partly touching his neck, partly his face, so gently that Seungmin could scream. He does fantasize about you two screwing each other’s brains out and everything, but he also just wants to hold you and be held, to get to experience all the things other people do, and this gentle touch of yours reminds him of that wish.

“Finally,” he mutters and instantly feels annoyed with himself. Really? After everything that’s happened, that’s the best he can come up with? Luckily, you don’t seem to mind, judging by the way your thumbs gently caress his jaw. 

You hum, a smile spreading across your face as you continue caressing him slowly, and Seungmin loves it. Women never touch him this way—almost lovingly, even if he knows you definitely don’t love him—and it has him weak in the knees. The way you’re looking at him is different from before, too. There’s no smirking or playfulness all of a sudden, it’s just you looking at his face warmly, taking in his eyes, nose, and lips, taking your time to look at every part of his face with a smile that makes him smile back.

Suddenly, Seungmin feels calm. He’s almost shivering at your touch but not because of nervousness. No, he’s thrilled you’re here with him. “I…” He pauses to sigh deeply, knowing he has to do this now because he was once again offered the perfect opportunity. If Seungmin lets this one slip through his fingers, God knows when and if he’ll get another one. “I’m sorry for being so, uh, weird. I would really love to take you out on a date.”

You nod and give him a sympathetic smile, thumbs still gently grazing his jawline. “I know. I’d like that too,” you lower your voice when speaking as if someone can hear you. “What makes you this nervous?”

“I’m not sure,” Seungmin readily admits. “You.”

“Hm,” you hum, your expression now turning into a questioning one. “But you do know I’m interested in you. In fact, my friends think I have a soft spot for you.”

“S-soft spot?” Seungmin repeats after you and knows he sounds like an idiot, but he’s just shocked to hear it. 

What’s even more surprising is that you’ve obviously talked to your friends about him, of all people. Your friends know who he is. What did you tell them? Seungmin wants to know all of it. Do they think he’s a total loser and that you should just move on? He couldn’t blame them if they did.

“Mhm,” you nod, “I think I do too. So, nothing to worry about here. No need to be nervous, it’s just us.”

“You, you’re right,” he nods, even though he’s not convincing himself either. “It’s… I can’t help it.”

“What are you so afraid of?” You cock your head to the side as you look at Seungmin, your fingertips grazing his neck now. “The way I see it, we both want to date each other. That’s enough.”

“Of, uh, not being…” Good enough? That’s definitely the first thing that comes to his mind when he thinks about you two together. You’re way out of his league, and he feels like a stupid little puppy around you, following your every move, unable to speak up. Experienced enough? Definitely. You beat him in that respect too, and Seungmin’s sure you’ve had men who were way better than him. “Of disappointing you.”

“How?” You continue with the questions, clearly determined to get to the bottom of this today. Seungmin is nervous, but not nearly as much as he thought he’d be. It’s probably because you’re still touching him so gently he thinks he’ll start purring any second now. 

“By being a nervous mess?” he suggests with a sigh. “Not being able to give you what you want.”

There, he said it, even if it isn’t as clear and detailed as he wants it to be. You’re a smart girl, you’ll catch on. You seemingly do, because you frown and look to the side for a second. “You can give me what I want,” you finally say with a nod. Your fingertips are now gently tapping against the side of his neck. “You already have.”

“I want to give you more,” Seungmin admits with a gulp, hoping he’s not crossing any lines here. He’s just fingered you so far, and you seemed to enjoy it, but he wants to be able to give you more, pleasure you with his mouth too, fuck you, touch you whenever you feel like it until your legs are shaking. He also wants to feel more confident.

Seungmin expects you to tell him he’s being silly or to promise him that he will—that’s something that sounds like you. However, you blow him away, once again. “Then do it.”

It’s short and sweet, this suggestion of yours, and the smirk on your face tells Seungmin you mean it. You do want him to make you come. “H-here?” he asks, not wanting to touch you in such a public setting if it’s not something you explicitly ask for. After all, he had to ask you if you really wanted him to talk dirty to you while having phone sex, so it’s kind of expected.

You think so too, judging by the way you chuckle. “Why not?” you ask with a shrug. “We can lock the door. The other shift is working anyway.”

When Seungmin nods, you step away and lock you two inside of the locker room. He watches you do it and takes a deep breath, calming himself down. You like him too. You want him to do this, and God knows he’s wanted it for a long time now. Nothing can go wrong.

His little internal pep talk is interrupted by you walking over and placing your hands on his neck again. This time, you lean in and kiss him, and fuck, do you smell and taste amazing. Seungmin always forgets just how good it feels to kiss you, and when he finally does, he’s just as amazed as the first time. You kiss for a while, both making quiet noises, eager to shove your tongues into each other’s mouths. What starts out as a slow kiss quickly turns into something desperate, and Seungmin gets hard yet again, dying to feel you.

He surprises himself this time by standing up without warning and cupping your face, pulling you in closer until your body is pressed against his. Seungmin guesses your gentleness really did a number on him because he’s received a sudden rush of confidence. Before he knows it, he has your back pinned against the closest locker, one of his hands moving down to your crotch.

This is easy, he has this down already, except that every time he fingered you, you’ve both been drunk and it was easier for him to relax than it is now. Still, he keeps his eyes closed and shudders when his fingers touch your covered crotch. You have underwear on, but Seungmin feels your warmth over it, which makes him start rubbing you right away, paying attention to touching your clit, too. 

“Oh, fuck,” you mutter, breaking the kiss to push your head back into the locker. Your heavy breathing makes Seungmin believe you’re enjoying this already. “I love it when you take charge.”

This almost makes him laugh, mostly because he never initiates a thing, except when he’s drunk. Seungmin will have to do it more often if you like it this much. In an instant, he hooks two fingers under the hem of your underwear, right next to your entrance, and pushes them to the side just enough for the two fingers to slip in and start rubbing your slit directly. “Fuck,” you both say at the same time, and it makes Seungmin’s cock twitch. 

You like his touch, and he really likes touching you. Feeling how wet you are for him just makes Seungmin more and more confident. By the time he drags his fingers up to your clit, both of them wet with your arousal, you grunt again. “Ah, Seungmin! Please…”

“Please what?” He’s not trying to sound tough or make you beg—all he wants is to give you exactly what you want. He needs to hear you moan for him while you come all over his fingers, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get there. 

“Don’t tease,” you ask of him, opening your eyes again to look at him. All Seungmin can think about is how pretty you are, so he kisses you, pushing his tongue past your lips and into your mouth, muffling the cries you let out when he starts fucking you with his fingers. 

They slide in so easily he has to grunt, imagining how nice it would be to push the tip of his throbbing cock into you and have your walls wrap around it the way they do around his two fingers. As if you know what’s on his mind, you grab his cock over his sweatpants and squeeze hard, which makes Seungmin lose focus for a second or two. His fingers come to a standstill and he moans into your mouth, hips bucking into your palm. “I want you so bad,” he musters up the courage to admit through a whisper, and you reward him with another kiss.

“I want you too,” you respond once you stop kissing him, seemingly out of breath. “Keep going, please…”

That’s when Seungmin remembers his two fingers are curled inside of you but are still because he’s too busy focusing on you touching him. So, instead of risking getting lost in your touches again, he drops down to his knees and uses the other hand to push your underwear even more to the side, revealing your pussy to him. 

When he talks about sex, Seungmin uses the word ‘cunt’, but now that he’s so close to your crotch, he feels like that word is too vulgar and crude to describe something this pretty and attractive. His fingers are gently moving up and down, careful to rub the spot that makes you moan every time—he knows it well by now, even if he didn’t get to finger you that many times. 

“You, you don’t have to—” you start but are cut off a second later when Seungmin kisses your clit as if he’s kissing your mouth, wetting it first before starting to tease it with the tip of his tongue. He’s good with his tongue, he thinks, at least that’s what he’s heard from the women he’s kissed so far. That’s why Seungmin hopes he’ll be good at eating you out, too. He needs to be.

“Oh my God!” Your moan encourages Seungmin to continue playing with your clit while his fingers slide in and out with ease, accompanied by different sounds you make in return. 

You taste great, and he hasn’t even had a proper taste since he’s focusing solely on your bud. This is a lot easier than expected, mostly because he already knows what you like when it comes to fingers. All he has to do is suck and kiss your clit, hoping to get you off. 

“Right there,” you instruct as you tangle your fingers into his hair, and Seungmin thinks he’ll explode. At this point, his cock is leaking into his underwear, but he doesn’t even want to touch himself—all he thinks about is your juicy cunt under his tongue, his fingers inside it, rubbing you from the inside, getting to feel you clench.

His mind races when you moan his name, each moan more high-pitched than the last one, letting him know you’re getting close. This is so much better sober, Seungmin realizes. He gets to feel every single thing, nothing’s lost to the slight dizziness, no holes in memory, just your beautiful moans and hair-pulling, the scent and feel of you so vivid he thinks he’ll never think about anything else again.

“Fuck, Minnie,” you say through a chuckle, pushing your hips into his face, holding him there with your hand, fingers gripping his hair tight. Pain pricks his scalp, which just sends shivers down his spine and even more blood rushing to his cock. “You’ll make me come.”

This causes him to moan against your slit and start licking you so hard he gets dizzy, head moving from side to side quickly, flattened tongue applying pressure with every swipe. The sounds Seungmin makes against your skin make you hiss more and more until you come for him, grunting loudly as your walls contract around his two fingers, body shaking into his face. 

Seungmin only stops when he feels your grip on his hair release, moving away so he can stick his tongue out and lick your juices off his lips. He’s looking right into your eyes as he does that, and you look down at him and bite down on your bottom lip, trying to muffle a grunt.

“Fuck,” you say, sounding like you’re out of breath. “We should do this more often.”

“We should,” he agrees with a nod, easing his fingers out of you even though your walls seem to want to keep him in. It’s this simple? He now wants to do it all the time. Without thinking about it, Seungmin brings the two fingers up to his mouth and sucks your slick off of them, savoring your taste. He’s had just a slight taste of you that night when he licked his fingers an hour after fingering you, but it doesn’t come close to this.

“Fuck,” you mutter, fingers grabbing his chin and pushing it upward, making him look you in the eyes while he sucks the fingers. “Seungminnie… You’re such a fucking slut. I love it.”

Your use of the word makes his dick twitch painfully inside his pants, dying for release. If you call him that one more time, Seungmin could blow his load untouched. He really could. “I…” He’s at a loss for words, so he just nods until you let go of his chin. “Yes.”

“Yes?” you coo and lean in, licking his bottom lip. “I love that.”

Seungmin shivers at your words and then you kiss him and it all becomes a blur. You kiss perfectly, like you mean it. This time around, you’re moaning into the kiss, your hand making its way to the front of his pants, giving his erection a hard squeeze. “So hard for me, Seungminnie…” You say it like it’s a bad thing, even if you’ve admitted you enjoyed it.

“Always,” he agrees, deciding to ignore your tone and how it makes his cock twitch. 

“I want to give you what you want,” you explain, lips brushing against his as you speak. At the same time, your hand is getting his cock out of his sweatpants, thumb running across the head of it, smearing precum over it. “You’re so fucking good with that mouth. What do you want, Seungmin? Just name it.”

His cock twitches in your hold, another drop of precum spilling out, making you hiss. Are you really asking him this? Can he really choose whatever he wants? The world doesn’t work this way, not for Seungmin—he just doesn’t get the things he wants, mostly because he’s afraid of asking for them. So, he realizes he shouldn’t be and says, “You.”

“I’m right here,” you say, looking back up into his eyes. “What do you want from me?”

“I, I…” he gulps, hoping he won’t overstep a boundary or ten, “I want to fuck you.” It’s true, though, and it’s what he’s wanted for a long time. He wants to date you and spend time with you and fuck you until he passes out.

“Good,” you nod, “I want that too.” 

And just like that, you agree to fuck him, to let his cock enter you, let Seungmin explore your body this way too. You kiss him eagerly, tongue in his mouth before he can breathe in, but he loves it. Stupidly, Seungmin grabs the base of his shaft and tries to lead it to your entrance.

“You do make me get all stupid, but not that stupid,” you say with a chuckle, patting his cheek. “Condom’s a must.”

“O-of course, yes!” Seungmin nods, feeling the need to smack himself in the face. Why is he always embarrassing himself in front of you? Of course he wants to use a condom, too. He believes you’re disease-free too, but what about protection? That’s not something either of you should risk.

“Okay, good,” you grin at him, hands pulling him in to kiss him, “so?”

“I, I don’t have one,” Seungmin realizes, instantly killing the mood. He’s so fucking hard for you he thinks he will come if you keep talking to him, let alone touch him, and yet, he won’t get to fuck you because he’s so stupid and doesn’t have condoms in his bag. “Fuck.”

You seem a bit disappointed too, judging by the slight frown that washes over your face. “Maybe, uh, I can help you now, and we can leave that for some other time?”

Seungmin feels kind of relieved, which is strange because he really wants to fuck you. Maybe it’s just because he believes a more intimate setting would be better for that. Wouldn’t if feel more pleasurable if you were somewhere all alone, without the fear of someone catching you, somewhere where you can take your time with each other? He just nods and lets you take his cock in your hand again. Seungmin should be used to the feeling of you on his dick by now, but it’s not something he can easily get used to because it feels so surreal.

He definitely wishes he had a condom on him right now so he could just slide right in and fuck you against this locker, feel how tight and wet you are for him, feel your heat on his cock as he pushes into you, backing you up into the locker. But, he’s more than content with this too—it’s a lot more than Seungmin could have even hoped for.

And then, you surprise him again by dropping down to your knees and taking his tip into your mouth before he can even speak. Your mouth is hot, and feeling that type of warmth around his dick is not something Seungmin is used to, so he cries out and balls his fists. “Fuck, you’re good,” he tells you, unable to keep quiet, not when you’re looking right into your eyes as you slide your mouth up and down his length. 

When you start sucking, Seungmin feels like he’s going to explode. So, he tightens his fists harder and takes a deep breath. You notice that, clearly, because you take hold of one of his fists and bring it closer to your face. “Want me to touch?” he asks softly, feeling overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions towards you. When you give him a slight nod and suckle on the very tip of his cock, Seungmin tangles both hands into your hair, gently massaging your scalp. “Mhm, fuck!”

He sounds so whiny and isn’t proud of it at all, but the more he moans, the harder you suck, the more you bob your head. He’s impressed by how much you can take, how quickly you move, and how easily you set a pace and keep it. You’re clearly keen on making him come, and Seungmin doesn’t fight it. You don’t have that much time. Otherwise, he’d keep postponing his orgasm all day just to feel your mouth on him. “You feel s-so good… Please, don’t stop.”

You hum, looking up at him before going back to bobbing your head over the tip, careful to pull the skin back and forth with your lips. Seungmin’s fingers continue grabbing your hair, fingertips grazing your scalp. Even if you’re sucking him off like you two are in a porno, he wants to treat you nicely, wants to pet you and tell you how pretty you are, so he does. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, hissing and kicking his head back when you grab his balls and squeeze, your mouth still working his hard cock. “Even prettier with a dick in your mouth.”

The words coming out of his mouth are so foreign to him because he’s never said them to another person before, but it’s you and he has nothing to lose at this point.

You squeeze again, groaning as you speed up, and he’s sure he’ll blow soon. “Please, use your hand too,” Seungmin begs, wanting you to jerk him off while you suck on the tip of his cock, which is exactly what you give him, humming and moaning throughout the whole thing. You even let him give you a couple of thrusts, even if he’s not going hard or fast. It all feels more than perfect, and he realizes he’s coming a tad too late. “Fuck, I’ll come, fuck, can I—?”

He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence, but at least he’s warned you. Instead of pulling away like he’s expected you to, you deep-throat him, let his cock enter your throat, let semen gush out of his swollen tip and end up in your throat while your eyes stare up at him. It’s definitely the best orgasm of his life—he’s certain of it when his vision goes blurry and his eyes water. All he can do is groan and grab your hair, giving your throat just two sloppy thrusts to get the rest of the cum out.

You gently push his hips away when you start struggling with having him in you, and Seungmin doesn’t mind at all—he’s so high off his orgasm he can’t do anything, let alone think. “You okay?” you ask, patting his hips, and all he can do is nod.

“I, I— Y-yeah, so good,” he says, grabbing both your hands and helping you stand up.

When you do, you groan and say something about your knees hurting, but Seungmin only has one thing in mind. Instead of asking, he leans in and kisses you, arms wrapping around your body, pulling you in closer. You kiss him back this time too, chuckling into the kiss. “You have no idea how hot you look when you come.”

Seungmin scoffs and pecks your lips again, feeling like he never wants to let go of you. “You do too.”

“Bring a condom next time, will you?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow up as you move away from him. “And tuck your dick in, I’ll unlock the door now.”

Flushed and still feeling like he’s having an out-of-body experience, Seungmin does as asked, still breathing heavily. You unlock the door, walk over to your locker, take your things with you and walk back to where he is still standing. You lean in and peck his lips. “Text me about the date. I want to go on one with you. Okay?”

Seungmin nods, letting out something that can only be described as a pathetic whimper. He’s so turned on by everything you do it’s embarrassing, especially now that you’ve made him come with your mouth. It’s almost surreal. “I, I will. I promise.” 

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♡ drunk with changbin

⇢ pairing: changbin x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 2.3k ⇢ genre: smut, friends to lovers ⇢ summary: you think changbin is pretty and you really want to kiss him but you don’t mean to say it out loud ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; both characters have been drinking; smut [dry humping, unprotected sex, mentions of oral sex, mouth fucking, cum in mouth] ⇢ masterlist ♡ series masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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You’re lying on Changbin’s lap, resting your head on his thigh while he plays with your hair and watches the show. You’re both tipsy—you more than him, which is why he can still focus on the show, and all you can focus on is your pretty friend’s pretty face and full lips and kind eyes and squishy cheeks and somewhat curly hair because he let it air dry and all you want to do is kiss hi—

“You want to kiss me?” Changbin looks down at you with confusion written all over his face. Did you say that out loud? You couldn’t have, right?

You stare right back at him, probably looking just as confused. “Uh, I, what?”

“You just said I’m pretty and you want to kiss me,” Changbin reminds you. Then, he pinches your cheek and smiles at you sweetly. “You really are drunk.”

“You are pretty,” you shrug, “and your ex did say you’re a great kisser.” Somehow, it isn’t as big of an embarrassment as you thought it would be.

“Did she now?” Changbin asks, even though he doesn’t sound that interested in hearing her opinion on it. The look on his face tells you he’s in a teasing mood though, but what else is new? “What else did you ask her about, nosy?”

“I’m not nosy,” you grunt, crossing your arms over your chest and huffing. It wasn’t like that, it really wasn’t. She offered this information to you without you having to say a word. “She said it.”

“What did she say?”

“That you’re, uh… Great at everything.”

You’re downplaying it a bit. Changbin’s ex told you a lot when she took you out for drinks, and you had a feeling she only did that to mark her territory, to show you he’s off limits to you, that he’s hers.

Women sense these things, and you’re sure she realized you had feelings for him, even though you’d never act on them. So, she asked you out for a drink or two just to explain how happy Changbin made her in all the possible ways. Little did she know that her confession did little to affect your feelings for her then-boyfriend.

“Just that?” Your friend sighs and looks at the screen. “Doesn’t sound too appealing.”

“She said… You’re great with your mouth,” you admit, biting down on your lip. “Kissing and, uh, other things.”

Changbin’s lips quiver into a smile, and he sneaks a glance your way. “And that’s what you like?”

“I… I didn’t say that.” 

You meant it, though. You want Changbin’s mouth everywhere. In fact, you want your mouth on him too—you want to lick and suck until he comes all over himself. If you could, you’d ride his firm thigh, rub your pussy all over it while your hands glide all over his body, and tease him further. You want your mouth on his cock, too, want to hear how pretty he sounds when someone chokes on his di—

“Did you hear me?” he repeats himself, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts. What in the world has gotten into you? “What did you mean then? Didn’t you say you want to kiss me?”

“I did,” you admit once you’re backed into a corner.

“Because she said I’m good with my mouth?” Changbin raises an eyebrow.

“Yes,” you respond, nodding and looking away from his face.

“Hm… So you just want to test if it’s true through a kiss? Not… other things?”

“Other things?”

“Other things I can do with my mouth?”

You feel yourself dripping when Changbin says that and looks right at you, tonguing his cheek provocatively. Does he not get how hot he looks when he does it? “I…”

“Think about it,” he shrugs, “I’m more than down if that’s what you’re saying.”

He focuses on the screen again, and you let yourself look up at him. Did he just suggest you two… Fuck? Or does he just want to go down on you? Either way, it’s… A lot. For a while, you don’t say a word, wondering if it’s stupid to pass up on this opportunity. “Yes.”

Changbin instantly looks at you. “Yes, what?”

You take a deep breath, look into his eyes, and don’t even blink when you admit how you feel. “I want it.”

“Want what?”

He’s expecting you to say you want his mouth on you, which you definitely do. But, you go a step further, letting the alcohol cloud your judgment even more. “You.”

“Oh.” Changbin clears his throat and sits up straight. “Come here then.”

It all happens so fast—you sitting up, Changbin pulling you onto his lap, making you straddle him, placing your hands on his chest. Though clothed, you can feel how firm his pecs are, how nice they feel under your palms. “You want to ride it bad, huh?” he asks and looks down, which makes you realize you’re dry humping him, pushing your crotch against his erection like you’re an animal in heat, like you have no sense of self-control.

You bite your lip and chuckle. “Maybe.”

“You’re not getting all shy on me now, are you?” he asks, cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss, a real one. It feels nothing like the joking pecks you’ve given each other before—this one is much deeper, needier, much more real. Changbin doesn’t even push his tongue into your mouth—even though it grazes your bottom lip and you moan at the touch—but he still manages to get you even wetter.

In fact, embarrassingly enough, you’re so wet by the time he starts groping your ass that you’ve already left a wet trail over his sweatpants, which he points out. “Oh God, you like me a lot lot.”

“Changbin…” You hit his chest playfully, not wanting to admit it, not wanting to give everything away. You’ve already said goodbye to your dignity at this point.

“What?” He grabs both your wrists and presses them against his chest, jutting his head out like he’s challenging you. “You don’t?”

“I like you,” you say, wanting to make things right again. “I shouldn’t, but I do.”

“Why shouldn’t you?” your friend asks, pushing his hips into you from below, creating even more friction between you two. “We’re friends. Of course you like me.”

Is he fishing for it now? Does he want you to say it out loud? “I like you as a guy too. Romantically,” you admit with a gulp. Changbin smiles at you, so you continue. “Sexually.”

He nods, a warm look on his face, a smile spreading across it. “Then nothing’s stopping us from fucking each other’s brains out because I like you that same way too. You’re a great friend, don’t get me wrong,” he says as he hooks a finger under the gusset of your underwear and pulls it to the side, revealing your wet crotch. It makes you hiss because you suddenly feel so open, wet and ready, vulnerable. “But you’re an attractive woman and it’s really easy to fall for you.”

You’re at a loss for words, but you make up for it by grabbing the hem of his boxers and pants and pulling them away from his body just enough for your other hand to sneak in and grab his cock, giving it a slow tug. Changbin lifts his hips, letting you pull his clothes a bit down, enough for his cock to spring free from his boxers. The way he moans when you tug at his erection makes you press your thighs together, but you can’t—not with him between them.

“Sure you want to do this with me?” Changbin asks like it’s not painfully obvious you’re completely smitten by him. You haven’t stopped staring at his thick cock ever since he let you get it out of his pants.

You hum slowly, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Yes. With you.”

“Even if we’ve both had a bit to drink?” Changbin repeats, clearly wanting to be 100% sure before you two take a step you just can’t take back.

“I wanted it before today,” you respond instantly, gulping. It’s a big thing to admit, yet it doesn’t feel that difficult to say. “I’ll want it tomorrow too.”

“Good,” Changbin grins, his hand moving the tip of his dick towards your sopping entrance, “we can keep doing this then.”

With that, he inserts his cockhead inside you and places both hands on your hips, pushing you down until you take his cock fully, both of you grunting when you do. Fuck, he feels good. You’re so wet you feel no stinging, even though he’s going in without any prep. “I want to fuck you so bad,” Changbin admits before he grunts loudly—all because you’ve started to move your hips. “Want it so much.”

“Me too,” you agree and lean in for another wet kiss that takes your breath away.

It all feels good—him inside of you, his hands groping your ass while you move your hips up and down, enjoying the way his cock stretches you, how much wetter it gets you. You also like having his mouth on yours, your hands on his face, keeping Changbin close. You’ve never been this close to a guy while riding him—it feels like you’re connected in every possible way, especially when he wraps his arms around you and presses you flush against his chest. “Feel so good,” you finally whisper into the kiss. “I knew you would.”

“Thought about it a lot?” he suggests before kissing his way to your ear. The trail of butterfly kisses makes you clench around his cock and you start moving your hips back and forth so he keeps kissing you.

“Yeah, yes,” you’re quick to admit, moving one of your hands to the back of his head, tangling your fingers into his hair, tugging at it when his mouth attaches to the sweet spot on your neck—tongue pushing against it before he sucks, which makes you clench around his shaft even harder. “God, Changbin!”

He chuckles into your skin. “What? You said you wanted to know how good I am with my mouth.”

“I’ll die if you go on,” you say, feeling like your heart is about to stop. It’s all too good, being on top of him, having him in you, his mouth on you… Too good.

“Always so dramatic!” He tsks at you and pushes you down onto the sofa, getting you into a lying position before you can even react.

You protest, whining at the loss of his cock, but Changbin quickly shuts you up by getting on top of you and shoving his dick in you again. “Better?”

You hum and spread your legs wider, hooking one over the back of the sofa, the other one resting on the floor. “Fuck,” he grunts and looks at the sight of you fully spread for him. “You must really want this.”

“Don’t you?”

“Let me show you how much,” Changbin suggests. And then, he starts fucking you, let's you feel all of him as he smacks his hips into yours, shoving his entire cock inside of you. Every movement makes you whine and cry out—it’s so intense you feel like he’ll break you into two. At the same time, you need more. So, you ask him for more by moaning the word over and over again.

“Sh, shh, that’s right,” Changbin lowers his voice when he realizes you’re out of it, just repeating the same word with tears in your eyes, brimming with pleasure. “Relax, let me take care of you… You’re being so good to me.”

You’re not sure what exactly about those words does it for you, but something does, and you come around his cock, screaming his name and completely relaxing, letting your body just lay there while you recover. It’s like every nerve in your body is screaming, and you’re sure the look on Changbin’s face isn’t helping at all—he’s smirking at you, but he’s all sweaty and worked up, which makes you think he’s down bad too, and that’s comforting.

“Come here,” you say as you grab his thighs. So, seeing as he has no other choice, Changbin pulls out and crawls over your body—you’re pulling him towards you, stopping only when he’s straddling your chest.

And then, you open your mouth, stick your tongue out, and look at him, hoping that's an invitation enough for him to let you taste him. “Now you’re trying to kill me,” he mumbles but places his cock onto your tongue regardless, humming when you start sucking.

He tastes like you and precum, and for some reason, you can’t get enough of it. It could be because you’ve been wanting to taste him for years now, it could be because you have feelings for him, it could be because Changbin makes the sweetest moans when you suck on his cock, and you get to see it all since you’re between his legs. Your hands grab his ass, which gets him to groan.

“Ah, fuck!” he mutters, starting to fuck your mouth slowly, and there’s something really attractive about the faces he’s making, the way he scrunches his face in pleasure when you run your tongue along his dick or suck on its sensitive head. “I’ll come in that pretty mouth of yours.”

You nod and keep going, enjoying the effect you have on him—Changbin’s hand is holding your chin in place, fingers digging into your cheeks while he stuffs your mouth full of cock. Not long after, he blows his load down your throat, careful not to make you choke. When the last drop spills out of him and onto your tongue, he rests his cock there. “Suck, please.”

You do as asked and he shivers, grunting loudly before he moves away and sits down. You stay like that for a while, both half-naked and spent, just looking at each other and smiling stupidly. Then, Changbin starts caressing your thigh and rubbing it all the way up to your waist. “You know, I still haven’t shown you how good I am with my mouth. Let me taste. Please.”

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