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KNEE SOCKS.

Seungmin x reader. (mild smut, f)

Synopsis: Seungmin found you sleeping on his bed with knee socks on that intrigues him. (2,1k words)

“It will be done in a few minutes!” Seungmin said, letting go of your hand before he swiveled his chair back behind the desk, working on the group project that needed immediate editing.

He went back and forth between his laptop and phone since the deadline was this afternoon.

We planned on going to the movies today since it has been a while that the two of you going on a proper date.

You came early to his place with cups of coffee in your hands and some bakery goods, thinking you could have a peaceful breakfast together before going out for the day, found him stressed over a phone call instead.

“It’s okay, take your time.” You told him, giving him a reassuring smile. You turned on your heels and left him to focus on his project.

Your attention shifted to the unmade bed in the next room, it’s very unusual of Seungmin, remembering that he is a neat person.

Seungmin must have woken up and gone straight working on his project, not having time to make the bed.

You walked toward the bed, started tidying up the sheet, puffed the pillows, and folded the bedding. Once you finished, you sat at the corner of the bed, sighing and feeling satisfied.

You looked through the window at the cold frosty morning, the sun shines but not enough to beat the cold away, the softness and warmth of the duvet inviting you to lie down and snug.

You refused to give in to the temptation, looking at the way you were dressed nicely in a fluffy sweater and a skirt with knee-high socks on, but the thought just died down the second you climbed onto the bed, feeling the comfort of the bed under you.

“I’m just going to lay down for a bit.” You reminded yourself before you lay down on the bed.

You could barely keep your eyes open as you felt the warmth and comfort of Seungmin’s bed and his scent that clung on every inch of the fabric.

Seungmin was surprised to find you sleeping on his bed, curling up sideways like a cat napping under the ray of sun.

With your hands folded under your head and eyes closed, he couldn’t find you any cuter than this. He walked over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed then carefully removing strands of hair that covered your face to take a better look at you.

Rubbing his thumb over your cheek in lazy circles, he did it tenderly as if you might crack if he tapped on it.

He ran his hand down your shoulder, dipping down your waist and stopping at the curve of your hip, “So beautiful!” he murmured, his voice low, almost like a whisper.

Shifting his body so he could take in all of you with his eyes, scanning you from head to toe, something flickered in him when he saw your black knee-high socks and the back of your thighs peeking out under your skirt.

He was torn between slipping his hand under your skirt or tear down your knee socks and just by the thought alone is enough to excite him.

It feels wrong to him if he does it while you’re sleeping, mostly because it would be less exciting not seeing your reaction when he pulls your knee socks down your legs.

He holds that thought away for later, taking a sharp intake of breath to calm him down, and consoled himself by rubbing your calf.

You almost kicked the air when you felt something touching your leg, afraid that it might be bugs but found out it was just your boyfriend. You scoffed at your ridiculous thought.

He beamed with smiles the second he saw your eyes fluttering open.

“Hey, baby!“ He said, placed his hand on the small of your back.

"I fell asleep,” you croaked, “you’re done with your deadline?” You asked, slowly sitting up with your hands propped against the mattress, facing him.

He nodded, “Yes, we are free to do anything now,” he said, scrunching his nose at you.

He knows better that it gives you butterfly whenever he does that, and you know well enough that he did it on purpose.

“Anything?” You asked, head tipped to the side.

He looked down at your lap, “You dressed nicely!” shot you a sweet smile but one corner of his mouth curled slightly upward than the other.

He planned something on his mind, you have no other option but try to guess what was it, his hidden intention.

Placing a hand on his chest, you said, “Of course, I want to look good for you!”

You steered your hand to his neck and held him there.

Seungmin traced his hand down your side, down to your thigh, looking down at your lap again, he asked, “You even wear a skirt for me?”

You are not a big skirt wearer but Seungmin likes it when you dress cutely, you know he didn’t mean that you have to wear a skirt but it’s worth trying, on top of that, you want to impress him.

“You like it?” You asked as he pinching at the hem of your skirt.

“Hmm…” he hummed, tugging and slipped a finger into the elastic band of your knee-high socks.

“I like this more,” he said, snapped his head at you, eyes looking straight at you.

Is that why you found him rubbing your legs when you woke up? Your mind started to catch up with his. He likes seeing you in those knee socks covering your legs, you rubbed your legs together to test how it’s going to affect him.

“Glad you like it! I thought I looked silly in this.” You said, pressing your thighs together to tease him a little bit more.

His breath hitched, you finally caught up with him.

You let out a low chuckle, taking a fistful of his shirt with your hand to bring his face close to yours and lean in for a kiss.

His lips felt warm on you, he cupped your jaws with both hands, trying to kiss you deeper the moment you opened your mouth for him.

You kept your mouth open for him as he slipped his tongue inside, tasting you. Next thing you know, he was pressing down on you, sending both of you collapsing onto the mattress.

He sucked on your lower lip before pulling away, “You taste so good!” he said it with such coy as if his kiss didn’t send your mind spiraling out of control.

Your stomach knotted inside, feeling tingling inside.

He nuzzled his head into your neck, cold air from his exhales brushed your skin as he breathing you in, sending shivers down your spine.

His hand rested on the flat of your stomach, “You smell so good too!” He whispered into your ears, low and sultry.

He drew his head back from you, moving his hand down south to the hem of your skirt and slipping underneath.

You gasped as you felt his fingers dancing on your thigh.

“Want to know something?” He asked, so casually as if his hand wasn’t under your skirt, kneading the back of your thigh.

“Yeah?”

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before giving you the answer.

“You look so beautiful when you sleep,” he said, added another peck on your flushed lips, “I almost couldn’t keep my hands off of you.”

He gave you a slippery kiss on the corner of your mouth, now that his hand palming your rear, finger teasing the edge of your underwear.

"And seeing you in this,” Eyeing down the knee socks, he continued,

“how can you be looking so innocent that makes me want to ruin you?”

You bit your lower lip, taking in everything he said to you, feeling even hotter and bothered as you processing what he said to you.

He kissed you down your neck, down to your clothed chest and stomach, he lingered there for a few seconds before lowered his lips on the skin just above the waistband of your skirt.

You looked at him with his head buried into your stomach with one hand under your skirt, palming the plump of your flesh.

He finally got up, sitting down beside you, and his hand that was still under your skirt moved to the front, tugging at the elastic band of your underwear.

He pulled it down in a painstakingly slow motion, lifted your hips to help him.

He whimpered the moment he saw the white lacey underwear wet with your arousal but that doesn’t stop him from pulling it down and off your legs. He let out a triumphant sigh now that the underwear have gone out of the way.

He pushed your skirt upward, revealing your exposed wetness for him, feeling his eyes bore onto your skin even before he touched you. His eyes widen, darken, licking his lips, he was practically salivating over you.

You could feel the blood rushing towards your core, the fact that you were fully clothed except for your drenched core made you felt hot and bothered.

Seungmin settled himself in between your legs, hovering over your sex, was thinking of so many things he could do to you and couldn’t decide what to do first, just like a kid at a candy shop.

He lowered his head, snaking his hand under your knees, began by kissing you on your pelvic bone.

You moaned from the feeling of his warm mouth on your skin so close to your tender mound. He then kissed the inside of your thigh, trailing kisses closer and closer to your needy hole, you could feel his ragged breath against your wetness.

He lowered his head, gave a long lick along your slit then looked up to see you cried out from his doing.

He continued licking the tender flesh, you felt his slick, hot tongue sliding in and out of you, his finger rubbing your bundle nerves at the same time, earning loud moans from you.

You looked at Seungmin’s head, sinking between your legs. You shoved your hand in his hair, threading his smooth strands.

Getting even more sensitive by even the slightest of stimulation, you bucked your hips when he sucking in your juice, you tried not to pull his hair too hard.

Your moans grew louder, it seemed to encourage him more as he added more pressure on your clit, his tongue collecting your essence as the sound of his slurping could be heard echoing throughout his bedroom.

“Seungmin,” you called him.

He hummed into you in response.

“I’m so close.” You said, your voice breaking, feeling something building up inside of you and going to burst out of you at any second.

He hummed into you, understood what you were trying to say him. He picking up the pace, fingers, and tongue moving in sync, and you could feel your high closing in.

Your toes curling, legs shaking, it’s suddenly all too much putting you closer and closer to the edge. You cried out as your head tipped to the back, your eyes tightly shut, seeing stars and you screamed out his name repeatedly like a prayer.

Seungmin gave a few licks before pulling away completely, watching your core gushing with fresh juices.

You loosen your grip on Seungmin’s hair, flustered that you might have accidentally pulled his hair too hard, he perked his head up, looking at you, smiling with his mouth and chin glistening wet with your cum.

He couldn’t be hotter than this, you thought, he just ate you up and now he’s softly smiling and looking at you with such loving, all the while his head still hovering between your legs.

“Come here!” You ordered, pulling him by his shoulder. He crawled over to you.

Without any hesitation, you pulled him into a kiss, tasting your own essence in his mouth. He lets you clean it for him as you gently sucking on and around his mouth. He grabbed your wrist as he broke the kiss.

“Aren’t we going to the movies?” He asked with such coy as if he didn’t just go down on you a few minutes ago.

You hummed, thinking of how are you going to focus on a movie when your head is filled with images of Seungmin buried between your legs?

You groaned into his mouth, shaking your head no.

“The movies can wait.” You told him as you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him close to your body.