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Dokyeom ⨯ 8th Mini Album ’Your Choice’

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comeback special: god of music #1 - seokmin ed.

F*ck My Thighs — Lee Seokmin [M]

!! IT IS FINALLY HERE !!

✧ In honor of Lee Seokmin's king god general emperor majesty pretty beautiful gorgeous precious elegant luxury world high top class THIGHS ✧

Ever since you started working at XTREMEGEAR, you’ve been hopelessly obsessed with Lee Seokmin...god damn Lee Seokmin and his fucking divine thighs. You didn’t think you’d ever stand a chance with him. But when your company forces you to go to a sports and wellness retreat with the whole HR department, you discover that you haven’t been as discreet about your little crush as you thought you were.

✧ Genre: workplace au; SMUT, fluff, slight angst (if you squint??) ♥ Pairing: female!reader x co-worker!Lee Seokmin ✧ Word count: 17.2K+ (oops...?) ✦ Warnings: reader has an unhealthy obsession with dk's thighs and arms (honestly same), swearing, mentions of alcohol, drinking games, intoxication, some jealousy, small mention of reader comparing herself to another female co-worker, dk being a tease — pls let me know if I missed any :) ✎ Notes: 1) nsfw warnings below the cut! 2) small project where? lol 3) those arm pics were like a literal gift from god, so of course i HAD to add a little arm kink into the fic as well....ARGH!!! it's going to be the death of me someday.... 4) i also added the itinerary at the end of the fic in case you're curious OR check it out here ♕ Shout out: special thanks to @forsythe-lll and @fugaciousserendipity for your valuable input ♡!

♡ REBLOGGING AND/OR FEEDBACK WOULD BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED — DON'T BE A STRANGER PLS ♡

nsfw warnings: outdoor/public sex, thigh worship, thigh riding, fingering, slight degradation, pussy eating, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie (pls let me know if I missed any!)

“You’re drooling again,” Soonyoung’s voice sounded in your ears, startling you in your desk chair.

Reluctantly, you ripped your eyes away from the purple-haired man that you’d been observing and turned your attention to your brown-haired co-worker.

“I am not,” you grumbled, feeling a little embarrassed that you’d been caught. But then again, it wasn’t the first time that Soonyoung had caught you doing exactly that.

Your co-worker could only smirk at your poor rebuttal. “Right. Then tell me why there’s drool in the corner of your mouth.”

You gasped, your hands quickly moving up to wipe at the corners of your mouth. “What? Where?” Only there was no drool. Ugh, why did you even fall for that...again? “You’re so annoying, you know that?” you sighed, shooting Soonyoung an irritated look.

“Whatever. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t get any work done.”

A desperate sigh left your lips at the truth of his statement. “I know...but he looks so good today. And I think he’s been working out more frequently, because his thighs look even more delectable than usual,” you said, once again shifting your gaze to the man you’d been crushing on for as long as you can remember.

Soonyoung wrinkled his nose at your tmi and cleared his throat rather loudly, pulling your attention back to him. “You need to get laid. Soon. Or I’m afraid you might start creaming yourself on the spot and end up getting fired.”

“Shut up, it’s not that bad,” you scowled, giving his shoulder a playful push.

“Really?” Soonyoung threw a pointed look your way. “Do you want the boss to catch you slacking again?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m still traumatized,” you groaned, burying your head into your hands as your mind flashed back to that embarrassing moment.

It was only a few months ago when your boss had scolded you for missing a deadline in front of the entire department. What he didn’t know was that you missed it because you’d been too busy ogling and obsessing over your sexy co-worker all week.

“Well, you better get it together then. If you don’t want our other colleagues to think that you’re a sex-crazed weirdo obsessed with a certain co-worker’s thighs, you might wanna rethink your strategy before Friday.” Soonyoung frowned at your puzzled look. “You didn’t forget about the retreat, right?”

Fuck. The company retreat. You actually had momentarily forgotten about that little thing.

Three whole days in the forest with your smoking hot co-worker and no way to get yourself off in private when he did something to turn you on – this was definitely an issue, considering that nearly everything the man did was arousing to you.

In other words, you were doomed. Fucking doomed.

When you first started at XTREMEGEAR, you’d been super motivated to start your first real full-time job. All those years of studying had finally paid off and landed you this job on the project implementation team of the HR department.

You met Soonyoung on your first day and the two of you had immediately clicked. Just like you, he’d been a newbie, so you got to lean on each other a lot during the initial trainee period – because working in corporate was no joke.

Now two years later, you were practically inseparable – both at work and outside of it. You were grateful to have someone like Soonyoung by your side and you truly considered him to be one of your best friends, if not your best friend. Most of your colleagues and other friends naturally assumed you were dating, but you were both always quick to burst their bubbles. You loved Soonyoung, you really did, but dating him was out of the question.

Being this close to him meant that you’d heard and seen enough things over the past two years that you came to the conclusion that you’d be better off as friends. Besides, you had your eyes set on someone else, a certain co-worker that made your work life so much more enjoyable, but also so much harder.

Lee Seokmin.

The first time you saw him was about four days into your traineeship. He’d been on leave for a few days, but during his absence, you’d already heard enough about him to make you wonder what kind of person he was.

According to your seniors, he was considered one of the department’s best assets. Despite the fact that he’d only started working at XTREMEGEAR a year prior to your arrival, he’d left such a good impression on the higher ups that he got promoted to project leader after only seven months on the job.

Initially, it had confused you that literally no one had a bad word to say about him – even the ones that were his seniors. But everything made sense as soon as Seokmin walked into the meeting room that morning.

He was a natural. The way he carried himself, the way he talked, the way he treated his co-workers, everything about him just screamed employee of the month in the most positive sense.

And that was only half of it. In your eyes, the man was a literal god, carved out just like one of those ancient Greek sculptures from back in the day – every detail carefully thought out and nothing out of place, just perfect.

His gorgeous smile alone had the ability to light up the darkest room, and in combination with those radiant eyes of his, you didn’t understand how anyone could ever be upset in his presence.

When he blessed you with that bright smile for the first time, you thought you were about to die on the spot from the way your heart had started to pound inside your chest. He’d been so sweet and flirty even, throwing you the occasional wink while explaining the ins and out of the project team and leaning over your shoulder as he showed you how to use the computer, all of it slowly driving you insane and making you think that you actually stood a chance with him.

But as the days passed, you saw him do it to another female co-worker, and another, which made you realize that that was just his personality. Seokmin was a natural flirt and he was completely oblivious to the impact of his actions.

It didn’t really help that he always looked like a sexy CEO from one of those K-drama’s, especially when he was in his element – the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up, providing you with a perfect view of the veins running all over his muscular arms. You may or may not have fantasized about tracing them with you fingers (and *cough* tongue) on multiple occasions.

And then his thighs. God...his thighs. They were no doubt your favorite part about him. Although most people wouldn’t necessarily describe Seokmin as a big guy, it was very obvious that he worked out – the man did not skip a single leg day.

Before coming to XTREMEGEAR, you never would have thought a pair of thighs could have this hold on you, but there was just something about Seokmin’s thighs that made you go absolutely feral. It was at the point now where the mere sight of his tight black dress pants clinging onto his beautiful toned upper legs was enough to have you dripping in your seat.

Soonyoung always liked to tease you about that one time you literally drooled onto your desk because you’d been so fixated on the man’s luscious thighs. At that time, Seokmin had sat himself down onto another colleague’s desk to have a chat about god knows what. And although the action in itself hadn’t been provocative at all, with the way his thighs had appeared even thicker and more fuckable than ever in that position, your thoughts started to drift to a not-so-innocent place – apparently you’d gotten so lost in your little fantasy world that you forgot to swallow your own saliva, much to Soonyoung’s amusement.

It surprised you again and again that one man could make you so horny for him all the damn time. You couldn’t even remember a day where you hadn’t left the office with a pair of soaked panties. And it was all because your mind constantly kept drifting to the man’s thighs and how good they would feel between your legs.

You’d honestly lost count of the number of scenarios you’d come up with that involved him ruining you in the filthiest possible ways. At the top was definitely the one where he’d drag you into the supply closet and force you to ride his godly thighs until they were drenched in your juices – and you nothing but a moaning mess for him to use however he pleased.

Was it wrong to fantasize about a co-worker like this? Hell yes. Did that stop you from doing so? Fuck no. Lee Seokmin was like a drug, your personal drug...and you needed your daily fix of him to stop yourself from going insane.

Despite some moments of weakness, you were usually pretty good at refraining yourself from completely succumbing to your desire when you were at the office. However, there had been that one time – definitely your lowest moment according to Soonyoung – where you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom just so you could make yourself cum.

The sight of Seokmin’s sweaty form exiting the company gym in a pair of shorts that did nothing to hide his delicious thighs had been too much for you so early in the morning. That, in combination with the killer smile he’d thrown your way while he wiped the sweat from his forehead, had pushed you to your fucking limit.

Just your luck, one of your female co-workers had entered the bathroom while you were mid-orgasm, two of your fingers deep inside your sopping cunt and your mind filled with thoughts of Seokmin wrecking you on his thighs.

It had taken everything in you not to moan out loud as your body shivered in delight, your walls tightly gripping onto your greedy digits and your legs nearly giving out at the overwhelming waves of pleasure – all while your co-worker was doing her business in the stall right beside yours.

Of course, Soonyoung had immediately caught on when you finally returned to your desk after that suspiciously long ‘bathroom break’. The way he’d smirked at you told you that you were never going to live this down. But you’d already accepted that the moment you gave into your urges.

Your best friend knew you like the back of his hand, so trying to hide anything from him was useless. He always managed to find out one way or another.

The way he was so in your business was annoying at times, but you also knew that without Soonyoung, you’d have been fired a long time ago. He kept you on your toes, reminded you about important deadlines and pulled you back to reality when you were trapped in one of your fantasies again.

You liked your job, you really did. But whenever Seokmin was around, which was basically every day, you seemed to forget everything else that mattered. It was like you were stuck in this never-ending cycle and it was only a matter of time before you would make a fool out of yourself.

Like on this damn company retreat.

Currently, you were stuck on a bus with about twenty of your colleagues, including Seokmin, who was sitting only a few seats away from you and Soonyoung.

It felt like you were back in high school all over again, but this time with a bunch of grown ass adults. The sounds coming from the colleagues sitting in the back of the relatively small bus strongly reminded you of the rowdy ‘cool’ kids who always annoyed the shit out of you, whereas the front of the bus was significantly quieter, with the occasional raising of voices or laughter interrupting the peaceful atmosphere.

You didn’t really understand why the higher-ups thought that it was a good idea to send the HR team to a sports and wellness retreat. The wellness part sounded good, but sports?

Yes, you were well aware that your company offered boot camps and developed outdoor gym and fitness equipment, but you’d chosen the HR department for a reason – it didn’t involve exercise.

Still, here you were, forced to participate in various activities that would end up with you drenched in sweat and looking less than classy.

That wasn’t even the worst, though. No. Lee fucking Seokmin would be there to see you looking like a damn mess and there was nothing you could do about it.

And then you hadn’t even thought about how you were going to deal with Seokmin in his workout clothes. If what you’d seen him wear at the company gym was anything to go by, then Soonyoung would probably have to arrange your funeral by the end of the trip.

Normally, you tended to avoid Seokmin when you felt yourself start to spiral a little too far down into your sexual fantasies - you didn’t need another ‘bathroom’ incident. And though it proved to be challenging at times when he was literally your team’s project leader, working at such a large company as XTREMEGEAR did have its advantages: the building was huge and there were many places for you to ‘hide’ without seeming too suspicious.

But this trip was going to make all of that practically impossible. The whole theme revolved around team building and doing everything together, so you couldn’t exactly skip out just because you couldn’t handle being around your hot co-worker. Plus, the last thing you needed was another reason for your boss to hate you.

And then those goddamn sleeping arrangements. When you first heard that you’d be sharing a big room with the rest of your female colleagues, you wanted to scream on the spot. You’d expected some form of sharing, but everyone together in a single room sounded like absolute hell.

Yejun, one of the seniors who’d helped organize the trip, had said that it would be “a great opportunity to bond with each other”, but all you could think about while she was talking was the fact that you wouldn’t have any privacy for three days and no way to cum without the risk of anyone catching you.

You honestly couldn’t give a shit about improving your lifestyle or some stupid team building activities, especially when you knew that at the end of this trip, all you’d be left with was stress, increased blood pressure and lots of frustration...sexual frustration to be precise.

Was it too late to fake an illness?

“What’s up with that face? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were constipated,” Soonyoung’s voice snapped you out of your thought bubble.

Laughter erupted from the front of the bus, drawing your attention away from your best friend before you could retort. Seokmin was joking around with one of your male co-workers, a big smile plastered onto his handsome face.

He’d exchanged his usual office attire with a casual one – an azure blue hoodie and some light gray sweats. Thank god for those sweats, because you didn’t think you could have handled those muscular thighs being on display when you hadn’t even arrived at your destination yet.

It wasn’t fair. He was the sole reason you were currently in the middle of an existential crisis whereas he was having the time of his life, totally oblivious to the effect he had on you.

“Soonyoung, I can’t do this,” you whined softly, shifting your gaze back to him.

“Yes, you can. Remember the breathing exercises? Just do this. In...and out...in...and out,” Soonyoung responded, followed by a demonstration of the video he’d found online and sent to you a day ago.

“Shut up! This is not a fucking joke,” you hissed as you flicked the side of his head.

“Ow!” he exclaimed rather loudly, gaining the attention of several of your co-workers sitting in your vicinity. Fortunately, they were used to your bickering and antics, so they were quick to return to their own conversations. “You know, for someone who wants to keep things on the down-low, you sure know how to attract a crowd,” your best friend grumbled as he rubbed his now sore temple.

“Then you might want to cut the crap and help me.”

“Didn't I tell you to come up with a game plan before today?”

“Yes? But nothing is going to prepare me for this...him,” you sighed, leaning into Soonyoung so that you could sneak another peek at the reason for your suffering.

The pair of black-rimmed glasses resting on his nose was something new, only making him that much more mouthwatering – and okay, you wished that he hadn’t decided to make this fashion move at a time when you needed to keep your thirst under control, but you weren’t complaining.

“We could always go back to the breathing exercises,” Soonyoung responded, causing you to lean back into your seat.

“That video was meant for pregnant women and I’m not pregnant,” you emphasized, wondering if he’d gone crazy – well, crazier than he already was.

The man beside you wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “You might be by the end of this trip.”

“You ar- No.” You shook your head while turning your body towards the window. “I’m not talking to you anymore.”

“Oh come on, Y/N,” he begged, pulling at your arm, but you refused to budge. “Okay, here. How about this? Any time you feel like it gets too much or want me to rescue you, just throw me a subtle wink.”

You looked at him as if he’d grown two heads.

“Really? You know I can’t wink for shit, so how do you expect me to do that subtly?”

“Right. I forgot you kinda look like a psycho when you try to wink,” he chuckled, after which he tried to imitate your awful wink.

“Not. Helping,” you huffed, poking his stomach repeatedly, knowing full well that he was extremely ticklish there.

“Okay, okay,” he giggled and grabbed a hold of your hand to halt your tickle attack. “How about you tap your nose instead?” he suggested, using his free hand to demonstrate it to you.

With a nod, you leaned back in your seat, already feeling slightly more at ease now that there was some type of escape set in place. “I can do that.”

“Great. Now, I’ll help you get through these three days, so just relax and don’t worry. I won’t leave your side for even a second.”

“You promise?”

“Promise.”

As soon as you’d gotten off the bus, the sight that greeted you was a huge modern log cabin – if you could even call it that – with many large glass windows decorating its walls, making it easy for the light to penetrate the spacious inside. Surrounding the cabin was a vast verdant forest, the vibrant colors of the trees and other greenery emanating a sense of peace and calmness that you hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

At first glance, you noted that it was much smaller than you’d expected from a retreat, but to be honest, you hadn’t really known what to expect from a sports and wellness retreat that was located in the forest.

The inside of the cabin was rather intimate and had a homey feeling to it – there was a huge and bright entrance hall that led into the living room, with a cozy fireplace that spread a pleasant warmth throughout the entire cabin.

After dropping off your luggage in your designated rooms and taking some time to freshen up – you were still salty about having to share with eight female colleagues, but whatever – the owner, Kim Minji, had been kind enough to give you a tour of the entire retreat.

You’d learned that there was a small indoor gym with some equipment and a separate space for group activities such as yoga, an indoor pool and a jacuzzi, both of which had you imagining what a half-naked Seokmin would look like – mouthwatering, no doubt. Aside from that, located right next to the forest, was a large open field that could be used for outdoor sports and lastly, there were three small outdoor sauna cabins, each a different type for you to try out.

Despite being skeptical and anxious about this whole trip, at least you were glad to know that your co-workers had managed to find a place that would allow you to properly enjoy yourselves during the scheduled free time.

But you knew you shouldn’t have trusted a word coming out of Kwon Soonyoung’s mouth.

Because how the hell did you end up on kitchen duty with no one other than Lee Seokmin while your best friend, the one who said he wouldn’t leave your side, was nowhere to be found?

Except for your near-breakdown on the bus, everything about the trip had been going great until this exact moment.

As promised, Soonyoung had stuck by your side the whole time, making sure to keep you at a safe distance from Seokmin and grabbing your attention when he noticed your eyes lingering a little too long on the purple-haired man.

Even during the free time, it had been fairly easy to avoid the man. You and Soonyoung had done a little exploring around the cabin, deciding to leave the pool and the sauna for another time – the fact that Soonyoung had overheard Seokmin wanting to check out the pool with a bunch of your colleagues had definitely played a role in that.

But then Seojoon, the other senior that had helped organize this whole thing, had gathered you in the living room for the next item on the itinerary. Dread had taken over your body when he announced that several of you would be assigned to tonight’s dinner shift.

Why had no one informed you about this?

Apparently, Yejun had, but back then you’d been stressing about the sleeping arrangements, so everything had gone in one ear and out the other.

And of course, luck wasn’t on your side, which was why you were currently standing in the kitchen with five of your co-workers, one of them being Lee Seokmin.

Okay, so technically, Soonyoung hadn’t broken his promise to you, but that didn’t matter right now. You were freaking the fuck out.

“Hey, Y/N! Wanna help me with the pizza dough?” Fuck. Why was he talking to you?

“Me? I-I’m not sure if I’m the right person for that though. I probably should uh,” you looked around as you felt yourself starting to panic even more, looking for any excuse to say no, “help Yejun and Seojoon prep the toppings. There’s a lot left.” You pointed to the large bag of vegetables that still needed to be cut.

Your senior quickly shook her head after hearing your words.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We got this. Hyunwoo and Mina are working on the sauce, so you can help Seokmin. That way we’re even pairs,” Yejun smiled.

“Sure.” You forced a smile in return, but at the same time, you were mentally cursing her for putting you in this stressful situation. If only she had any idea about the inner turmoil you were experiencing right now.

Reluctantly, you slowly made your way over to Seokmin, who was now watching you with an amused smile.

When you finally dared to take a good look at him, regret washed over you almost immediately. He looked so fucking good with his hair slightly messy and still a little wet, presumably from the shower he’d taken. The glasses he’d worn in the bus were now gone, just like his azure blue hoodie, which had been replaced by a beige oversized zip up hoodie that looked just as amazing on him.

All in all, he looked like a snack...and you wanted to eat him.

“Don’t be afraid. I don’t bite,” he teased, gently nudging your side after you’d come to a stop beside him.“Only if you want me to,” he mumbled, leaning in a little closer so that only you would be able to hear.

“What?” you squeaked, your eyes widening at the implication behind his words. Your whole body tensed up, completely frozen as you attempted to process what what you’d just heard – you felt ashamed to admit it, but his words had gone straight down to your pussy, your panties already feeling slightly sticky from the arousal that had seeped out.

Seokmin, who was totally unaware of what he’d just done, simply laughed at your expression and reached over to grab a big bowl. “Just kidding. Come on, loosen up a little. We’re not at work, so we’re allowed to have some fun.”

Your cheeks started to heat up in response. “Yeah,” you muttered, embarrassed that you’d already managed to make a fool out of yourself only a few hours into the trip. God, he probably thought you were super lame.

“Then let’s make some pizza dough,” Seokmin clapped his hands excitedly before offering the kitchen scale to you.

After taking a deep breath, you felt a little more confident and reached out to take it from him. “Sounds good,” you responded, trying to ignore the way your pussy was throbbing with need for the man.

Just calm down, Y/N. He’s completely covered, no bare thighs, no bare arms. What could go wrong?

And surprisingly, it was actually fine for a while. With your nerves and horny thoughts pushed aside for the time being, the both of you worked together to create several batches of dough while joking around with the other four co-workers that were doing their own little tasks.

The point where it all changed was when Seokmin started to roll out that damn pizza dough.

“Aish, I should have thought of this before,” he muttered, pulling your attention from the recipe that you’d looked up on your phone. “Could you maybe help me take it off?” He was looking at you expectantly now.

“T-Take off what?” you stuttered, feeling the nerves settle back into your body. This was so not going in the right direction.

“My hoodie, it’s getting dirty. And my hands are kinda preoccupied, but yours are still clean,” he answered, showing his dough-covered hands.

Fucking hell. “O-Okay,” you stammered, your hands shaking as you moved in closer. He probably thought that you weren’t moving fast enough, because suddenly he was right in front of you, only inches separating the two of you.

From this position, the faint scent of his perfume invaded your nostrils. He smelled so refreshing, slightly citrusy but with a little hint of honeylike sweetness, the combination of which instantly made you feel like you were floating on cloud nine. It was probably the closest you’d ever been to him and you understood why. Thinking straight was nearly impossible.

“Y/N?” Seokmin’s smooth voice pulled you back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry,” you cleared your throat softly, refusing to meet his eyes. If you did, you’d no doubt give yourself away. So instead, you moved your eyes to the zipper that was holding the whole thing together.

With slightly clammy and shaky hands, you grabbed a hold of the zipper, slowly tugging it down as it suddenly dawned on you that you were practically unwrapping your hot co-worker like a present – the thought had you unconsciously clench your thighs together, your pussy already throbbing again.

Seokmin chuckled, interrupting your train of dirty thoughts. “It’s not gonna break, you know?”

“Right,” you hummed, your trembling fingers tugging at it a little harder until you’d reached the end, revealing the white shirt he was wearing beneath it.

“Now could you…?” he asked, making a shrugging motion to indicate that he wanted the whole thing off.

You could only nod, still refusing to meet his eyes. The sooner you’d get this done, the sooner you’d be able to go back to the dough and forget about the pool of slick that was now starting to form in your panties.

Forcing yourself to push the hoodie off his shoulders, you struggled to hold back a whimper at the view that greeted you. He was wearing a goddamn sleeveless t-shirt and there was no way to go around those deliciously toned arms that you’d dreamed about so many times. The skin of his arms was so smooth and slightly tanned, which made it all the much harder to take your eyes off them – he was really living up to his god-like status.

It was absolute torture trying not to trace your fingers over those prominent veins when you were this close, but you tried to control yourself...you had to. The last thing you wanted was for Seokmin to think that you were some perv that couldn’t keep her hands to herself.

Your heart was pounding against your chest by the time you’d managed to take the whole thing off, the man in front of you leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination with his arms on full display.

“Thanks, Y/N. Much better,” he sighed, rolling his broad shoulders before resuming his work on the dough he’d been rolling out.

“No problem,” you croaked, quickly turning back to your own workspace before you could do anything else to embarrass yourself.

For the next ten minutes or so, the urge to watch Seokmin rolling out the pizza dough was big, so big that you kept on having to repeat the words don’t look over and over in your mind in an attempt to keep your nasty thoughts about the man beside you at bay. But that also meant that you were extremely distracted and very behind on your own pizza dough.

“Are you two hurrying up with that dough or what?” Mina suddenly called from the other side of the kitchen.

“We’re on it! But perfection takes time though,” Seokmin responded, pulling a few laughs out of your other co-workers.

“It better be or we’ll never live it down. The others are already complaining about being hungry,” Hyunwoo snickered from next to Mina.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be the best pizza they’ve ever had. Right, Y/N?” Seokmin asked from beside you.

“Uh, yeah,” you mumbled, a frown forming onto your face as you struggled to form the perfect pizza circle. Whereas Seokmin was a natural at this, you were a disaster. This was exactly the reason why you preferred to order pizza instead of making it from scratch.

“God dammit,” you cursed as you messed up once again. With the dough being too sticky, it immediately fell apart as soon as you tried to transfer it onto one of the metal pizza pans.

“Here, let me show you an easy trick.” Your breath hitched in your throat when Seokmin suddenly appeared right next to you, his bare arm pressed against your own as he grabbed the piece of dough that you’d been working with.

Anything that came out of his mouth after that was lost on you. All you could focus on was the way his arm felt against your own, flexing every time he used the muscles in his hand to knead the dough into a ball before rolling it into a perfect circle with the rolling pin.

You couldn’t help yourself. The need to admire him was bigger than the voice in your head that tried to convince you that ogling your co-worker with a room full of witnesses was a bad idea. That’s why, after making sure that your other colleagues were preoccupied, you dared to sneak a peek at Seokmin.

Your eyes took in everything they could, greedily trailing over his form and coming to a stop at his arms, which had become even more veiny due to the constant force he was using to roll out the dough. You were practically salivating at this point, completely lost in your own world as your attention was drawn to the most prominent vein on the arm closest to you – it started at his wrist and went all the way up his forearm, until it disappeared back into his golden skin.

If you would have moved your hand just slightly, you’d have been able to touch-

“Think you can do it yourself now?” Seokmin asked, completely catching you off guard with his sudden question.

Your eyes shot up to his, his dark brown orbs bright and sparkling as he waited for your response. Had he caught you checking him out? At least if he did, he didn’t really let it show.

Nodding your head quickly, you stammered out a “Y-Yes, thank you.”

He just hummed, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he made his way back to his spot, leaving you with your pile of dough and no recollection of what he’d just explained to you.

God dammit, you should have paid attention.

“I’m telling you, Soonyoung. I never want to do that again. It was torture being this close to him and having to act like a normal person who doesn’t want to jump his bones!”

While nearly everyone was setting up for the last activity of the day – the drinks – you’d informed Soonyoung about everything that had happened during your kitchen duty.

“But the question is, did you cream yourself?”

“Soonyoung…” you warned, threatening to flick his head again by raising your fingers up to his temple.

“What? Just checking!” he retorted, holding his hands up in defense. “But hey look, you survived with only a few embarrassing moments, so I call that a win.”

“I guess, but ugh,” you groaned, burying your face into your hands. “He must think I’m so lame. You should have seen me. I made a fucking fool out of myself.”

Soonyoung rolled his eyes at your statement. “Don’t be so dramatic. It probably wasn’t even that bad. Now get off your butt and let’s have some fun. It’s not everyday we get to enjoy free drinks like this!”

“You’re right,” you sighed, letting him pull you off the lawn chair you’d been sitting in. “Just don’t drink too much, because I know how you get and I need you tonight.”

The man slung an arm around your shoulder, a wide grin on his face as the both of you made your way back into the cabin. “I’ll try, but there are free drinks so no promises.”

“Oh boy,” you sighed, not having a very good feeling about this.

And of course, your feelings had been very valid.

After only one shot of tequila and two beers, Soonyoung had transformed into an emotional drunken mess, making him pretty much useless to you.

Your best friend was known for not being able to hold his liquor, so why did you expect it to be any different tonight? So much for him being your knight in shining armor.

Between being forced to take care of a drunk Soonyoung and having to watch Seokmin flirt with your female co-workers, your night was officially ruined.

From where you were sitting on the couch, you had a perfect view of Seokmin, who was being a little too friendly with Mina in your opinion. You hated how close he was standing to her, and how he kept shooting her that million-dollar smile every time she said something funny. And you definitely hated the way Mina was eating it all up, being all giggly and playing with her hair while seemingly moving closer and closer as the evening progressed – you could have sworn that you even saw her feel up his arm at some point.

Jealousy. That’s what you felt as you watched your two co-workers interact with each other. You knew that you had no right to feel like that, because Seokmin wasn’t yours to begin with. Still, you couldn’t help but wish that it was you in Mina’s spot, wanting to be the one on the receiving end of that gorgeous smile and those flirtatious eyes that made you want to throw yourself at him every single time.

Of course he’d never go for you, because what were you thinking? Mina was gorgeous and you were average at best, at least that’s how you would describe yourself. According to Soonyoung, however, you were “too hot for your own good and anyone would be lucky to have you”. But he was your best friend, so of course he would say that. Seokmin was out of your league and that was the cold hard truth.

In an attempt to get rid of the bitter taste in your mouth, you’d resorted to alcohol since that was the only thing available. You did several shots with Hyunwoo and Seojoon, followed by a couple of beers, opting to distract yourself by talking to them while simultaneously keeping an eye on Soonyoung, who was sprawled out on the couch for most of it.

Seokmin was still talking to Mina and two other female colleagues who must have joined at some point, but you found yourself slowly starting to care less and less as the familiar buzz of the shots and beers you had consumed settled in.

“Y/N, ’m thirsty. Gimme beer,” Soonyoung slurred from beside you, his hand awkwardly landing on your chest as he tried to get your attention.

“Ow, watch it!” you exclaimed, pushing his hand off your sore chest. “And I’m not giving you any more alcohol. Water is all you’re going to get.”

That pulled a little whine from your best friend, his lips forming into a pout. “Want beer,” he sniffed, now on the verge of crying.

Your eyes rolled in response. “Just stay put, drama queen. I’ll be right back with your water. Please keep an eye on him for me,” you told Hyunwoo, who offered you a thumbs up and a goofy grin as you scooted off the couch.

It was only when you stood up that you felt the effects of the alcohol really set in. Your head felt heavy and the room was slightly spinning as you tried to steady yourself. Those shots and beers had definitely done a number on your balance.

With some effort, you managed to get to the kitchen, but just as you were about to open the door, it bust wide open, followed by two male co-workers storming out with a bunch of beers in their arms, screaming about god knows what.

Because you hadn’t expected them to show up out of nowhere, you stumbled back in surprise, the action causing you to lose your balance.

Out of instinct, you reached for the nearest thing behind you, bracing yourself for the impact that surprisingly never came – a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, preventing you from falling flat on your ass.

“Careful there. Wouldn’t want to hurt yourself on the first day, hmm?” Seokmin’s voice sounded in your left ear, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. Wait, Seokmin? Hadn’t he just been standing on the other side of the room?

“Shit, sorry! I’m so clumsy,” you groaned, realizing that you had actually grabbed onto him in your panic – his. fucking. thigh.

Were you actually dreaming right now? Though the fabric of his sweats was separating your hand from his beefy thigh, it was enough to get you riled up, especially with the alcohol that was currently flowing through your system. It was so tempting to just...squeeze. And you almost did, but then Seokmin spoke up.

“You good, Y/N?”

You blinked a few times before quickly ripping away your hand. “Huh? Yeah, fine. Thanks,” you muttered, heat creeping up your cheeks once again when you realized his arms were still around your waist.

“You sure?” he asked as he gently pushed you back onto your feet before removing his arms.

“Yep! Gotta go take care of Soonyoung now, though. Thanks!”

And then you were gone, leaving him standing there as you made a beeline for the kitchen. Any longer in his presence and you would have combusted on the spot.

One thing was for sure, you concluded as you stuck your head in the fridge to cool yourself down. The feeling of his muscular thigh in your hand was going to haunt you for the rest of your life.

Team building games. What a fucking waste of time. A super-sized memory game? A game of tug-of-war? A three-legged race? It all sounded like a fucking nightmare.

Who the hell wanted to see a bunch of adults run around like that? You’d much rather try out one of the saunas or do some more exploring around the cabin with Soonyoung.

But it seemed like you were one of the few who wasn’t totally excited about the prospect of having to participate in a bunch of games for three long hours – well, apart from Soonyoung, who looked and felt like he’d been hit by a truck. That’s what he got for abandoning you...again.

This morning had been rough, both for Soonyoung and you. Whereas Soonyoung was suffering from a severe case of hangover, you had to deal with the aftermath of your little encounter with Seokmin.

You’d barely gotten any sleep, your mind going over every single thing that had happened that day, in particular your near fall. The way his strong arms had wrapped around your waist had you wanting to kick your legs in the air. He’d been so close to you, even closer than in the kitchen, and it had felt amazing to have him all pressed up against you. Not to mention those damn thighs. Now that you’d had a taste of what they’d felt like, you only wanted more. You were seriously contemplating faking another fall, just to recreate that scene.

At least today, luck seemed to be a little more on your side. You were fortuitous enough to not be paired up with Seokmin for any of the team building activities, but that didn’t mean that you were in the clear...not at all.

The sweats he’d worn yesterday had been replaced with a pair of black nylon shorts that hugged his tan legs in all the right places – in other words, it was going to be a long afternoon.

“Y/N, stop drooling,” Soonyoung warned, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

Seokmin and his other two team members were currently having a tug-of-war match with three of your other male co-workers. If you thought watching Seokmin flex his thighs during the three-legged race was torture, then this was on a whole different level you didn’t even know existed.

“I’m trying, but look at him. I don’t know where to fucking look. The arms, the thighs or the fucking sweat dripping down his neck,” you stated before running your tongue over your bottom lip.

“Maybe don’t focus on him at all? Just a little tip?” your best friend suggested, waving his hand in front of your face.

Annoyed, you grabbed his hand, pulling it down since it was obstructing your view. “He’s like a magnet pulling me in. I can’t look away,” you said, just as Seokmin and the other two males started to cheer at having won the round.

“Fucking hell,” Soonyoung groaned as you suddenly started to squeeze the living shit out of his hand. “Are you trying to get my hand amputated or what?” he grumbled, trying to pry your fingers off.

“He’s really trying to kill me. Yah, you better start planning my funeral after today,” you whimpered, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, feeling your panties stick to your already slick folds.

The man in question was in the middle of wiping the sweat off his forehead. With a towel you ask? No. He’d lifted up his fucking shirt to wipe it away, giving you the perfect view of what he’d been hiding beneath that piece of fabric. And boy was he packing some mouthwatering abs that made you want to ride him into the next day. Your panties were absolutely soaked.

“You may have to plan mine if you keep squeezing. like. that,” Soonyoung huffed, finally managing to rip his hand free from your deadly grip.

“Would it be too obvious if I snuck away to...you know?” Honestly, another ‘bathroom incident’ didn’t sound so bad right now.

“First of all, gross. Second of all, you’re not leaving me alone with these fanatics.”

“Excuse me? Who are you to make demands like that? Where were you when I needed you yesterday?” you gawked, not believing the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“I know and I apologized for that, multiple times. What do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?”

“Well, if you insist,” you smirked.

“In your dreams,” he shook his head, your smirk disappearing right away. “Anyway, that’s not the point. Just control your damn self for a bit and look away,” Soonyoung scolded, snapping his fingers in front of your face again when your eyes had found their way back to Seokmin.

You threw your head back in frustration “Fine, fine. I’ll try.”

The memory game was luckily uneventful, mainly because it didn’t involve any running or rolling around on the grass. But despite there being no obvious physical component, it didn’t mean that your team was doing much better.

With Soonyoung on your team, winning was completely out of the question. Whereas you and Yejun were pretty good at finding pictures that matched, your best friend kept forgetting where everything was and messed up your score, causing your team to end up in last place when the time ran out. Not that you cared, but your senior was definitely not happy with the man.

Although the memory game offered a little distraction, the whole image of Seokmin’s thighs and abs during the first two games kept flashing through your mind. The whole thing had you worked the fuck up and it was getting harder and harder to ignore the burning desire building up in your abdomen.

Soonyoung had suggested for you to go on a run to clear your mind, which you’d shut down almost immediately. The prospect of more exercise after a day full of activities sounded awful.

But then you overheard your colleagues talking about changing into their swimwear, which led you to think about the scenario of running into a half-naked Seokmin. That quickly got you to reconsider Soonyoung’s suggestion, because you really needed to blow off some steam in a way that wouldn’t have you end up with your fingers in your pussy in a shared bathroom.

So, a run it was.

And apparently, you weren’t the only one thinking of doing exactly that.

“Y/N, wait up!” Not now.

You froze on the spot, your hands stilling mid-air seeing as you’d been about to plug your earbuds in.

“Seokmin?” you asked, watching as he jogged up to you, clad in a pair of shorts and another one of his sleeveless shirts that looked so good that it made you want to punch air.

“Mind if I join you?” Your heart skipped a beat at his question. He wanted to join you?

“On my run?”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “That is what you’re about to do, right?”

Slowly, you nodded your head. “Right.”

“Unless you’d rather go alone...”

You shook your head. “No! Uh- I mean, it’s fine,” you answered quickly, mentally cursing yourself for sounding so eager.

“Great. Let’s go then!” he smiled, jogging ahead before looking back when you still hadn’t moved. “You coming or what?”

“Coming!” you called, groaning internally at the thought of spending the next hour or so with the man you’d been thirsting after for so long.

So much for trying to free your thoughts from Lee Seokmin.

The two of you ran for quite some time, only speaking to each other when necessary – like when you needed to change directions. And it was actually sort of…pleasant?

With Seokmin running right behind you, the whole thing became a lot easier since you weren’t tempted to look at his face. Instead, you allowed yourself to admire the beautiful green scenery around you. The trees seemed to blur as you zoomed past them, twigs and leaves crunching beneath your feet with every step and sweet bird sounds echoing through the dense forest.

Of course, this perfect peaceful moment could only last for so long. The two of you were forced to take a water break when your legs got sore and your throat started to feel dry.

Seokmin was currently retying his shoelaces as you leaned against a big tree, trying to look at anything but him...his arms...his thighs. Spiraling into one of your delusions was not a good idea right now.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” His sudden statement startled you, your body immediately tensing up.

“No, I haven’t,” you countered, automatically shifting your gaze to the leaf-covered forest ground.

“You’re really not as discreet as you think you are, you know?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrugged, your eyes never straying from the floor beneath you as you tried to maintain your composure.

Seokmin chuckled in response, his voice echoing through the empty forest.

“Do I make you nervous, Y/N?” Yes.

“No,” you answered at the same time that you felt him move in closer.

“Then why is it that you can never seem to look me in the eyes...even now?”

Embarrassment flooded through your body. “That’s not- I don’t only do that with you.” You shook your head.

“You’re a bad liar, you know that? Just admit that I make you nervous,” he murmured, his sneaker-covered feet now coming into view, indicating that he was close...too close.

“You don’t.”

“No? Then why are you shaking?” he questioned, finally caging you in between the large tree and himself. The close proximity had you suck in a breath. The scent of his perfume mixed with the slight smell of sweat sent your mind into a frenzy.

“B-Because it’s cold,” you sputtered, immediately regretting the words as soon as they’d left your mouth. Even you knew how stupid that sounded, especially when you’d just run for almost 2km.

“Look at me, Y/N.” His demanding tone sent another wave of chills through your body.

“Seokmin, please,” you begged, not knowing how much more you could handle before he’d make you crumble. Again, where was Soonyoung when you needed him?

“Please what? All I’m asking is for you to look at me.”

“It’s too much,” you whimpered softly.

Your words were followed by a breathy laugh from the man in front of you. “Because I make you nervous?”

Finally giving in, you raised your head to meet his eyes, his pupils much darker than you remembered. “Yes. Happy now?”

“Wasn’t that hard, right?” he questioned.

“You seem to think you know everything already,” you huffed, trying to seem strong even though you were freaking out on the inside. He hadn’t moved from his position, so you were still trapped in between his arms.

“Because you make it too easy for me. You really think I haven’t noticed you ogling me all this time?” he smirked before continuing. “This trip was the perfect opportunity to confirm my theory.”

“Your what?” you gasped, feeling your soul leave your body. Was he trying to tell you that he’d been trying to test you? “So, yesterday...and today?”

Seokmin watched with an amused smile as you processed his words. “Like I said, you aren’t as discreet as you’d like to believe. You and me ending up together for kitchen duty was not a coincidence. I needed to see you respond to me with my own eyes.”

Kitchen duty...letting you take off his hoodie, those little comments and touches, and then on the field today...had all of it been on purpose? No way. He sure had you fooled with his acting.

Feeling flustered by his sudden ambush, you quickly shook your head. “It’s not what you think. I jus-”

You were cut off by his hand on your cheek, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip and his body pressing you even further into the tree.

“So, what you’re trying to tell me,” he started before his voice dropped an octave at his next words, “is that you don’t make yourself cum to the thought of me?” You pussy clenched in response. “And don’t lie to me, Y/N. I bet your pretty pussy is dripping right now.” His large hands dropped to your waist as he nudged your legs apart with his feet. “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll stop.”

You were speechless, incapable of forming a single syllable. He was right and you knew that he knew that he was right, but the thought of admitting it out loud made you anxious.

“Nothing?” At the same time, Seokmin raised his right leg between your legs.

“Shit!” you moaned, throwing your head back against the large oak tree at the feeling of his thigh pressing right into your folds, with only the fabric of your black biker shorts and panties separating you from him. The squelching sounds that followed his action told Seokmin exactly what he needed to know.

“Tsk, look at that mess,” he taunted after he’d removed his leg, forcing you to look down at the wet spot that had formed on his dark blue shorts.

“Seokmin,” you whined, your cheeks now hotter than they’d ever felt before.

“How about we do something about that, hmm?” he suggested, putting his fingers underneath your chin to tilt your head. His eyes had darkened significantly – he looked at you as if he was about two seconds away from devouring you whole.

“Please,” you breathed, your voice dripping with desperation for the man despite the embarrassment you felt. The universe had decided that you deserved a chance with Lee Seokmin and you were not about to pass up the opportunity.

His lips were on yours as soon as you’d finished speaking, the taste of him sweet with a hint of saltiness from the sweat that had dripped down his face during the run. You were quick to match his pace, wrapping your arms around his neck to accept his eager tongue inside your mouth.

He was relentless as he devoured you, with his thigh back between your legs and his fingers wiggling underneath your tight sports top. Every single one of his touches sent little bolts of electricity through your body, lighting up a path of fire with the way his fingers danced skillfully across the bare skin of your waist.

You clutched onto his upper arms in an attempt to ground yourself when his fingers suddenly dug deep into your waist. The slight pain that resulted from his roughness pulled a small groan from you that was swallowed by the tongue-filled kiss you were engrossed in. That stinging sensation instantly faded into the background when he started to grind you down onto his flexed thigh, replacing it with a burning desire for more as your clit throbbed from the delicious friction.

“Such a juicy pussy, fucking hell,” Seokmin grunted, giving you some time to recover from his assault on your lips, switching his attention momentarily to help you speed up the movement of your hips. “You like getting off on my thigh that much?”

“Yes yes yes!” you mewled. “So much – don’t stop!” Your mind was an absolute mess as your pussy gushed with slick at every roll of your hips, each drag adding more arousal to Seokmin’s already soaked shorts.

Should anyone have run the same trail, they would have no doubt spotted the two of you doing less than holy things. But you could have cared less. It was just as hot as you’d imagined it and you’d be damned if you let a thought like that stop you.

“Who would have thought you were such a fucking pathetic little slut for my thighs? Look at you,” he sneered, pulling at the back of your head to make you look at him.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feral look in his eyes. You’d imagined him wrecking and calling you the most filthiest names, but to actually hear him say that was like a dream come true. “G-Gon- cum,” you whimpered, digging your nails into the flesh of his sun-kissed arms to brace yourself.

A string of guttural moans left your lips as you finally exploded, bliss taking over your body like an uncontrollable wave that left you with no other choice but to succumb to it. Seokmin was there to catch you, holding you up between himself and the oak tree as he helped you come down from your high, mumbling a bunch of filth into your ear that caused your legs to tremble in excitement.

For a second after that, as your high started to die down, you were overcome with a sense of fear. You were afraid that when you opened your eyes, Seokmin would come back to reality and end this thing right then and there, afraid that you would never get a chance like this again.

But the hand that slowly wiggled into your shorts and panties completely obliterated those pessimistic thoughts, pulling you right back into that feeling of ecstasy as his fingers grazed your sensitive nub – the sound you let out at the action echoed through the trees around you.

“God, you feel even better like this, dripping all over my hand like a filthy whore,” Seokmin growled, teasingly dipping two of his fingers into your heat. You bucked your hips in response, your walls greedily clenching but finding nothing to satiate the ache in your pussy.

“Please...need it,” you whined, desperate for another release.

“What do you need, hmm?” he mused before his lips lightly trailed a path of open mouth kisses down your sweaty neck.

“Your fingers!” you gasped, your nails digging back into his arms as his fingertips circled around your entrance.

“Look at me,” he demanded again, his tone huskier and much more sensual this time. You complied, immediately getting trapped into those dark brown eyes that momentarily made you forget about where you were.

The corners of his lips curled into a smirk when he finally penetrated you with his long digits, allowing him to watch you fall apart from just that simple act. Your mind turned to complete mush when he started to pummel into your sopping cave with a vigor that you didn’t know existed. The obscene sounds it produced would have flustered you if it wasn’t for the fact that you were currently being fingered into the next day by your smoking hot co-worker.

And it wasn’t long before your lips found each other again, your tongues entangled in a passionate dance as Seokmin’s free hand roughly groped your breast over the sports bra you wore underneath your shirt. One of your hands had tangled into his hair while your other was gripping onto the arm that was worshiping your needy cunt – the feeling of those popping veins on his forearm caused you to clench around him just a little harder with your second orgasm approaching fast.

What the-

Your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of what felt like a water drop landing onto your forehead. Seokmin hadn’t seemed to notice as he continued battering his fingers against your gummy walls. Choosing to ignore the little distraction, you closed your eyes again to focus on the man making you feel good.

And it worked for a while, until you felt another droplet, and another. And suddenly it was pouring down. Not even the trees were able to protect the two of you from the cold and aggressive downpour that was already starting to penetrate your clothes.

“Fuck,” Seokmin hissed when he’d abruptly pulled away from your lips, a deep frown now adorning his face. “We need to go. Now.” He looked up at the sky. “This looks like it could become dangerous really fast.”

“B-But...,” you pouted, already feeling your climax ebb further and further away. You’d been so fucking close. Of course something had to ruin your perfect moment. It had all just seemed a little too good to be true.

“I’m not willing to risk our lives, Y/N. Come on.” Despite your protests, Seokmin retreated his fingers from your shorts and wiped them hastily on his shirt before reaching for your hand with the one that hadn’t just been knuckle-deep inside you.

He’d been right though. The sky was now dangerously dark and the faint rumbling sound told you that a storm was definitely not out of the question.

Before you knew it, the two of you were running back to the cabin as fast as you could, all while Seokmin’s hand never left yours. You were glad for that, because the truth was, the whole change in weather terrified you, especially with the thunder and lightning that seemed to get closer and closer by the sound of it.

The cabin was completely dark by the time you arrived, a stark contrast from the bright and sunny place you’d left behind. The two of you were completely drenched as you entered the large hall, bringing a trail of water with you that stained the mahogany floor.

“That was…” you panted, bending forward to lean your hands onto your knees while you tried to slow down your heart rate.

“Intense,” Seokmin finished your sentence.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy laugh, which was followed by Seokmin’s own laugh. “Do you think the power went out?” you asked after a few seconds, straightening out your body again when you’d slightly calmed down.

“Seems like it,” Seokmin responded. It was so dark that you could barely see his face, even though he was standing right beside you.

And it was quiet, very quiet aside from the thunder roaring outside and the crackling and sputtering sounds coming from what you assumed was the fireplace in the living room. Where was everyone else?

“I guess I’ll try and see if the others are around,” you broke the silence, feeling a sudden need to escape from Seokmin as anxiety crept back into your body – your little escapade in the woods had really come to an end now.

But just as you were about to make your escape, the lights switched back on, followed by the sound of mixed voices quickly coming your way.

“Oh my god, what happened to you guys?!” Hyunwoo exclaimed as he rounded the corner together with Mina, Yejun, Seojoon and your best friend, whose face lit up at the sight of you. You also couldn’t help but catch the confused look on his face as he noticed Seokmin standing beside you.

“Went for a run but got caught up in the rain as you can see,” Seokmin answered for you both.

Only then you managed to get a proper look at him. He was a complete mess, with his hair clinging onto his face and his outfit completely ruined by the rain. You were no doubt in a similar state, if not worse.

“Are you okay? I was worried sick when I couldn’t reach you,” Soonyoung frowned after he’d jogged up to you and examined you for any injuries.

You nodded reassuringly. “I’m sorry. I put my phone on silent and forgot to check, but I’m fine. What happened here though?”

“The power went out because of the storm. Minji needed some help in the basement, so most of us went down to help her get it back on,” Seojoon explained before Soonyoung could open his mouth.

“And some of the others are still napping,” Mina added.

“They can sleep with all this noise?” Seokmin asked.

“Some people can sleep through anything, I guess,” Mina shrugged at the same time you noticed her eyes trail over Seokmin’s wet form, in particular the part where his shirt was now clinging onto his nicely defined abs. You felt a tingle of jealousy at the way she was ogling him, but you reminded yourself that you’d been the one riding his thigh and you’d been the one he’d fingered against a tree not too long ago. No one, not even her, could take that away from you.

“Come on, let’s get you out of these clothes. You might get hypothermia if you stay like this. Let’s go,” Soonyoung interrupted your thoughts.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you nodded, shooting Seokmin a brief glance. Your mood slightly soured as you noticed him talking to Mina, but Soonyoung didn’t give you much time to dwell on it because he was already dragging you away.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, missy.”

That night, you just couldn’t get yourself to fall asleep. Every time you closed your eyes, your mind kept going back to the moment you’d shared with Seokmin. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to forget about the way his soft lips had moved against yours, the feeling of his smooth muscular arms underneath your hands and most importantly, the way his thigh had managed to give you one of the best orgasms of your life.

The things you’d give to do that again. It was pathetic really...how one man could have such a hold on you. But you couldn’t help yourself. You’d now had a proper taste of the drug that was Lee Seokmin and you only craved more and more with each second that passed.

Soonyoung had made it his mission to grill you about your little adventure with Seokmin as soon as your other co-workers were out of earshot. You, being the good friend you were, told him about everything that had happened in the woods, from the moment Seokmin had asked to join your run until the point where he’d made you cum on his thigh, followed by the awful downpour that explained how the two of you had ended up completely drenched in the entrance hall.

Your best friend had been in total shock at your admission – rightfully so – because how the fuck had he missed all the signals? At not a single point in time had the man given him any sort of indication that he was interested in you.

You couldn’t blame Soonyoung, because you were in the exact same boat, which is why you were currently in the kitchen, making your mind work overtime with the way you were overthinking every little thing that had happened so far.

“What are you thinking about?” a deep voice startled you out of your thoughts.

“Seokmin?” You squinted a little since the lights in the kitchen were still off. “Did you follow me here?”

He chuckled in response. “You really think I’d stay up all night just to see if you’d go into the kitchen for some water?”

“I guess not,” you mumbled, feeling stupid for even asking. But then again, you felt like anything was possible with this man.

“Do you mind?” he asked, pointing to the water bottle you were holding. Instead of waiting for your response, he immediately reached forward and twisted the cap off before taking a few sips from your water.

“You could have just grabbed one from the fridge, you know?” you pouted, but couldn’t help but admire the way his Adam’s apple moved every time he swallowed.

He grinned, leaning in closer as he placed the bottle on the counter beside you, his citrusy honeylike smell attacking your nostrils once again. “But sharing is more fun, isn’t it?” God, he was trying to kill you.

“I..uh, am gonna head back to bed,” you stammered, already feeling your nerves get the better of you again.

“Wait.” Seokmin was quick to cage you in between him and the wall located behind you, a sly smirk making its way onto his face. “Answer one question for me first.”

“About what?” you asked carefully, not liking the look on his face.

“The never have I ever game.”

—

“Okay okay! Never have I ever...hooked up with a co-worker,” Seojoon asked when it was his turn.

Your eyes nervously darted through the room as you waited for others to make the first move. Soonyoung, who you knew had had hookups with co-workers before, was quick to take a sip from his beer – being embarrassed was not in his vocabulary. So did Yejun, Hyunwoo and two of your other colleagues before your eyes fell on Seokmin, who slowly raised the cup to his mouth. You could feel your cheeks heat up in response as your mind flashed back to your heated moment in the forest.

“Yah, Lee Seokmin! Tell us right now who and where,” Seojoon demanded, making everyone focus their attention on the man in question.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” Seokmin grinned, after which you quickly averted your gaze before the two of you had the chance to meet eyes.

“Wah, who would have thought? Could it be someone in this room?” Hyunwoo teased, followed by several of the others joining him with their own theories.

While everyone was distracted with Seokmin, you hurriedly took a sip from your own drink, hoping that no one would notice. And you thought you got away with it, but then Sana, who was known for being nosy and very observing, started to screech your name, which turned everyone’s attention to you instead.

“Y/N?! You too?!”

“Who? And where?” Mina added.

“No comment,” you grumbled, feeling like you were seconds away from making a run for it as you felt everyone’s eyes bore into you.

Fortunately, Soonyoung was nice enough to notice your discomfort and interrupted the questioning by telling Hyunwoo to hurry and ask the next question. Not that his question was much better. If anything, it was even worse than the first one.

“Never have I ever...masturbated during work hours,” he smirked.

Feeling your body tense up at the question, you again waited for someone else to make the first move. However, this time, a lot less people drank from their cups. Two to be exact – Yejun and Sana. You debated whether you should drink too, but the alcohol that was already running through your system eventually convinced you to do it, surprising most of your co-workers.

“Y/N?!” Sana screeched again.

You nearly whined in annoyance at her reaction. “What? I wasn’t the only one who drank,” you huffed, mentally cursing yourself for being so honest.

“We need a story time, because this is making me curious,” Seojoon chuckled, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

There was no way you were going to share that humiliating story, especially not when the reason for its existence was sitting right across from you.

“Isn’t the point of the game just drinking when you’ve done something?” you sighed, just wanting to move on to the next question already.

Hyunwoo shrugged. “It is, but we’re curious. Never would have expected that from you.”

Your eyebrows raised at his words. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Yeah, you seem so...innocent,” Yejun chuckled.

“Oh, trust me, s-ah!” Soonyoung yelped as you jabbed your elbow into his side.

Your best friend was then met with your death glare, so he knew to shut up right then and there. This was definitely a moment where you needed Soonyoung to rescue you, not put you in a situation that would end up with you making a fool out of yourself in front of all your co-workers.

So, very subtly, you reached for your nose before lightly tapping it in the hope that he would notice. And oh, he sure did.

Your best friend peeked into your cup and snatched it out of your hand. “Would you look at that, Y/N. We can’t have empty cups around here. Let’s get you a refill!”

It was definitely not empty, but you couldn’t care less. You and Soonyoung were already out of your seats and rushing towards the kitchen before anyone had a chance to protest.

“Thanks,” you exhaled, glad to be out of that stressful situation.

“You know I got you. But...it was kinda funny to see you struggling a little.”

“Soonyoung,” you warned, not in the mood for his antics.

He made a gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing away the imaginary key. “I’ll shut up now.”

“Very wise.”

—

“The Hyunwoo question,” Seokmin continued, never losing that smirk. “Tell me, was it me you were thinking of?”

“Would you believe me if I said it wasn’t?”

“I would, but the fact that you’re clenching your thighs right now tells me that you’re probably lying,” he mumbled, placing one of his large hands onto the small of your back to move you just a tad bit closer to him.

You didn’t have a comeback for that, mainly because he was right. This man could read you like a book and you hated it. Were you really that easy to read or was he just good at it? Either way, it was getting more and more difficult to focus on that thought since Seokmin seemed to move in closer with every breath you released, his minty breath hitting your face and his alluring dark brown eyes fixated on your own.

It was intense, with the way he was staring right into your soul. And the urge to just throw yourself at him was strong, particularly when he lightly brushed his velvety lips over yours for just a brief moment.

“You’re cute, you know that?” He chuckled at the way you were desperately chasing after him when he’d moved back slightly.

“You can’t just tease me like that,” you huffed, fisting your hands into the fabric of his shirt to prevent him from moving any further away.

“But I like the way you respond to me.” One of his hands shimmied underneath your shirt and began to gently trace patterns onto your back, causing your heart to start beating faster. “You’re so...” you shivered at the feeling of his lips grazing along the side of your jaw before stopping right at your lips “reactive to my touch.”

Then before you knew it, your back was making contact with the cold hard wall as Seokmin’s cushiony lips collided with yours, moving with a gentle urgency that sent tingles all across your skin. Your mind reeled at the feeling of his wet tongue sliding past your lips, which caused a warmth to bloom in your chest that you hadn’t felt before with anyone else. Compared to your kiss in the woods, this one was much more intense and softer, and it made you absolutely melt into his touch.

You felt yourself get lost in the moment as his fingers danced up your spine, leaving a long trail of goosebumps in their wake before finally making contact with the underside of your breast. Your back arched off the wall, an airy moan escaping from your lips at the feeling of his cold fingertips on the sensitive skin of your soft mound. His touches were addictive, sending spike after spike of electricity through your veins, melting you into a pathetic puddle of need for the man you were so desperately clinging onto.

A sudden opening of the kitchen door had the both of you freeze on the spot, lips still very much attached. The position you were in kept you hidden for the time being – as long the interrupter didn’t turn on the lights or peaked behind the door.

Seokmin slowly pulled away, only to put his index finger against his lips to signal for you to be quiet. That proved to be difficult with your heart nearly beating out of your chest and your labored breathing that was the result of the kiss you’d shared. Still, you tried your best to hold your breath as the person rummaged through what sounded like the fridge.

The whole situation lasted only a few minutes, but it felt like eternity as you anxiously waited for the person to finish whatever they came here for. Meanwhile, Seokmin’s form was completely pressed against yours due to the way the door had opened. Any other situation and you would have been ecstatic at this proximity, but the fear of getting caught had completely ruined the mood for you.

It was only when the door finally closed that you felt comfortable enough to move from your position against the wall.

Seokmin ran a hand through his hair as he gave you some space to breathe. “Shit, that was close.”

“You could say that,” you gasped, sucking in a big gulp of air. “I think I almost peed myself.”

“That’s the risk of sneaking around in a house full of co-workers.”

“Yeah, well. I’d like to keep my sanity.” That earned a snicker from the man in front of you.

“I’ll give you a break for now. That was enough excitement for one evening, don’t you think?”

You nodded in response, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the prospect of doing this again.

His fingers gently caressed your cheek. “Sleep well, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“N-Night,” you whispered, the feeling of his touch still lingering even after he’d made his exit.

One of these days this man was going to be the death of you.

“Do I look okay?” you asked Soonyoung, gesturing to the black matching set of leggings and sports bra you’d decided to wear for the yoga and meditation session.

Your best friend, who was dressed in a pair of black shorts and a white oversized t-shirt, raised his eyebrows questioningly as he looked you over. “Why wouldn’t you?”

“Well, I don’t know? Maybe because I’m going to be in a bunch of weird poses?”

“Are you sure it’s not because you’re afraid Seokmin won’t be able to control himself?”

“Definitely not.”

“I still can’t believe you two had another kinky moment and almost got caught,” Soonyoung giggled. “You really have no idea who interrupted you?”

You shook your head. “No and it’s probably better that I don’t.”

“Everyone! Yoga session is about to start, so you better get down here!” Seojoon’s loud voice boomed through the large cabin.

Soonyoung reluctantly got up from the comfortable chair he’d been sitting in. “Come on. You know how big he is on participation and punctuality. Not in the mood to get my ass kicked today.”

“You’re right. He’s scary when he’s angry,” you shuddered, remembering that time he’d yelled at one of the new interns for skipping out on a company dinner without giving a valid reason.

Once you’d entered the yoga room, your focus immediately drifted from Soonyoung to Seokmin, who’d once again chosen violence – he’d gone for another white sleeveless shirt, paired with some dark green shorts that accentuated his robust legs in the best way possible.

He shot you a sneaky wink when your eyes met his, holding your gaze for a few seconds before he turned around when Hyunwoo demanded his attention. The simple action had left you feeling more flustered than you’d expected, with heat spreading across your face and down your neck.

Was he actually trying to give you a heart attack? What if someone had caught that?

Fortunately, as far as you were aware, no one had seemed to notice. Soonyoung was still happily chatting away, sharing some ridiculous story about his cousin who’d attempted to boil pasta without water. You, however, were only half listening, too engrossed in your own thoughts, but he luckily didn’t seem to care much.

It wasn’t long before the instructor arrived and the class started, forcing you to focus on the task at hand. Now, it wasn’t your first time doing yoga, but it was definitely your first time doing yoga with Lee Seokmin in the room, and from where you were standing, you had a perfect view of the man’s gorgeous side profile.

The routine was fairly simple and nothing too challenging for a beginner. Most of the yoga poses you were able to do without needing much concentration, which was probably a good thing. Because almost all of them put emphasis on the thighs and to say that you were a little distracted was putting it lightly.

During the variations of the warrior pose and the chair pose, your eyes were glued to Seokmin’s thighs. No matter how loud that inner voice was screaming for you to look away, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. The position you were in allowed you to observe every little detail, from the way his thighs thickened every time he bent his knees to the way his muscles contracted each time he corrected his balance. Heat was pooling in your lower stomach by the time the instructor started with the floor exercises.

You thought that that would be slightly better, seeing as it wouldn’t involve as much thigh, but boy were you wrong. The bridge pose you were all currently in provided you with enough mental images that left you with a wanton desire and another ruined pair of panties.

Against your better judgment, you’d made the mistake of looking at Seokmin, who was in the process of alternating between raising and lowering his hips every few seconds or so. His movements were smooth and controlled, which made you wonder what it would feel like if he were to fuck you like that in that exact position.

“Remind you of something?” Soonyoung snickered from beside you, startling you out of your daydream.

“Huh?”

“Are you even listening?” he hissed after seeing your confused expression.

You rolled your eyes. “I am now.”

“Anyway...I was talking about the instructor.”

Only then you realized that all this time, your yoga instructor had been talking you through the pose with her encouraging but still calm voice.

“Relax your body and breath in…and out...in...and out.” It sounded an awful lot like the damn pregnancy video Soonyoung had shown you.

“I think you need to follow her advice, because you’re wilding again. Can’t have you soaking the whole floor,” your best friend teased.

“Oh my god, please shut up,” you chuckled – you would have slapped him if it weren’t for the fact that you were in an awkward position.

By the end of the class, you were in desperate need of a break. Not just from yoga, but from Seokmin’s thighs in particular.

“I’ll be right back. Just gonna get some water,” you told Soonyoung as you picked up your phone and your water bottle from the floor.

“Just hurry back. Oh! And get me a snack,” he called after you.

Ignoring both of his requests, you made your way into the kitchen and towards the sink, where you filled your empty bottle with some ice cold water.

“Y/N.” You swiftly turned around at the sound of Seokmin’s voice echoing through the empty kitchen, not having anticipated his presence.

“Come with me,” he motioned and grabbed onto your hand before pulling you towards the backdoor, not even waiting for your reply.

“Yah! Where are we going? Seokmin?” you squealed, having no choice but to keep up with his fast pace – it was either that or be dragged around.

“Seokmin,” you repeated when he still hadn’t answered you. Your mind was reeling at this point, bordering between excitement and nervousness as Seokmin led you into the forest behind the cabin, a totally different route from the one you’d taken on your run.

“W-Wait, the meditation is going to start soon and-”

Your words made him stop in his tracks and you would have bumped into him if you hadn’t made a last-minute change in your steps.

He turned around, his dark eyes boring into you. “Then tell me, would you rather do that or go with me?”

The answer to that was easy. Of course you’d rather go with him. But skipping the meditation session or arriving late would make your co-workers suspicious, and if only the two of you were missing, it would only be a matter of time before they would connect the dots.

Did he not care about that at all?

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, no words coming out as you tried to reason with yourself. Seokmin, who seemed to notice the inner conflict you were having, softened his gaze and gave your hand a light squeeze.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” you stated with absolutely no hesitation.

“And you like me, right?”

“Yes.” If someone would have told you a year ago that you’d be admitting that to Seokmin, you would have straight-up laughed in their face. But here you were, telling him as if he wasn’t making you feel all weak in the knees.

“Then that’s settled,” he responded, shooting you that infamous bright smile of his.

Fuck that meditation session. Because who were you to say no to that smile? Besides, you wanted this – no, you needed this moment with him and you weren’t going to let your fear get the better of you. It didn’t stop you before, so why would you let it stop you now?

Something in your facial expressions must have given away exactly what you were thinking, because Seokmin was already moving again, leading you to god knows where. But this time, you didn’t protest. Instead, you eagerly followed in his footsteps, your worries completely forgotten, leaving only a feeling of exhilaration as you wondered what he had planned for the both of you.

After what felt like ages, he finally stopped at a small but beautiful open space that was surrounded by trees and other greenery.

“This should be good enough for what I have in mind,” Seokmin said, turning his body to face yours, your hand still firmly grasped in his.

“And what might that be?” you mused calmly, even though your body felt tight with anticipation.

“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” he teased as his lips curved into a smile that managed to seem both angelic and devilish at the same time.

Without even realizing it, Seokmin had moved in closer, his breath now lightly hitting your face as your faces were only inches apart – a scene that you were all too familiar with.

He looked at you expectantly, his eyes radiant and slightly mischievous, almost as if he was asking you to make the first move. Feeling more confident this time, you were happy to comply, closing the little bit of distance between the two of you to slide your lips against Seokmin’s inviting pillowy lips.

It started out slow, with Seokmin’s fingertips dancing lightly along your sides, but the kiss quickly deepened, turning into something more as both of your hands started to wander over each other’s bodies with an acute need.

You didn’t exactly know how you got there, but you suddenly found yourself perched in Seokmin’s lap on top of a large rock that had been conveniently placed in the clearing. Your lips were frantically moving against another as you tried to relieve yourself of some of the tension that had built up inside you. But it wasn’t enough – nowhere near enough, especially not when you could feel the outline of his dick pressing against your crotch. With a little encouragement from Seokmin’s hands on your ass, your hips automatically started to grind into his, creating a maddening friction that only made you desperate for more.

Your hands were moving on their own accord, hungrily tugging at the bottom of his shirt, which he was quick to discard. The sight you were greeted with pulled an unexpected groan out of you, because how was he so damn perfect?

As expected, his skin was smooth and toned, just like the rest of him. His well-defined abs were covered with a thin layer of sweat from the previous activity, which, combined with the little happy trail that disappeared into his shorts, only made you want all of him that much more.

“Enjoying yourself, hmm?” Seokmin interrupted .

You could only hum in agreement, not quite trusting your voice right now.

“It’s only fair I get something in return, don’t you think?” His large hands teasingly moved up your form, your body shuddering with excitement at the thought of being able to feel his fingers all over you.

You sucked in a sharp breath when he abruptly tugged down the zipper that was holding your sports bra together at the front, the piece of fabric now dangling helplessly off your shoulders.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed at the sight of your exposed breasts, your nipples rock hard from the slightly cool breeze that passed you momentarily. Seokmin was on you like white on rice, wasting absolutely no time as he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples.

“F-Fuck!” you couldn’t help but curse at the feeling of his hot and wet tongue sucking messily on your hardened bud. Your hips were desperately grinding against his once more, your hands having moved to grip onto his hard thighs as you leaned back to let him work your body.

It felt good – so good. But you wanted more. It was at the point where you needed him to see the effect he had on you, particularly the sticky mess in between your legs that was getting more and more uncontrollable with every second that passed.

If only your clothes weren’t in the way.

Seokmin seemed to think the exact same thing, because it wasn’t long after that that he released your spit-covered tit with a pop, followed by a demanding “strip naked” that made your pussy clench involuntarily.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Within seconds, you’d quickly kicked off your shoes, tugged down your leggings and wrecked panties before adding your loosened sports bra to the pile on the forest floor.

Then he was pulling you back onto the rock, his fingers digging into your sides before he roughly planted you onto his thigh, his shorts having ridden up from the way you’d been grinding in his lap just a minute ago.

Your guttural moan resonated through the forest as soon as your slick cunt made contact with his bare thigh, your hands grasping onto his shoulders for dear life as you tried to hold it together. This was it. Paradise. You were sure of it. Many times you’d dreamed of this moment, but nothing could have prepared you for the real thing.

“What are you waiting for? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Seokmin then proceeded to flex the muscle you were sitting on, pulling a loud whimper from you that had you throw your head back.

“Yes! ‘s what I wanted,” you moaned, your breathing already heavy and irregular from that simple stimulation.

“Then ride it. Show me how you make yourself cum,” he said, wrapping one of his strong arms around your middle while his free hand hungrily kneaded the flesh of your trembling thigh, urging you to move.

So, you did exactly that. You slowly rolled your hips once to test the waters. It was a good thing that Seokmin was holding you up, because the pressure of your clit dragging across his muscular thigh and the feeling of your slick spreading all over the place was enough to make you crumble.

Pretty soon, you were humping his thigh as if it was your last day, pleasure spreading through your entire being as you tried to make yourself cum.

Seokmin’s hands were all over you, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake as they roughly squeezed your ass, your thighs and your breasts that jiggled with every movement of your hips. Your mind was an absolute mess as slick kept gushing out of your pulsing cunt, making it harder for you to keep your eyes open.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he grunted, fingers firmly grabbing onto your chin as he pulled your face back down.

You could only whine in response, which Seokmin saw as an opportunity to push his thumb past your lips. He released a deep groan at the sight of your lips wrapped around his digit.

“Look at you, shit. Dripping on my thigh like a needy little slut.”

“Fuck – Fuck!” you whimpered, releasing his thumb almost as soon as he’d started flexing his thigh again, your orgasm unexpectedly tearing through your body with only a few more rolls of your hips. All of your muscles tensed up, your back arching and legs shaking violently as you released on Seokmin’s thigh.

“You okay?” he asked after giving you a few seconds to recover.

“I’m great.” You released a breathless chuckle, peeking up at him through heavy eyelids, feeling slightly out of breath from the intense pleasure you’d just experienced.

“Good, because it’s my turn now,” he smirked, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips before moving you off his drenched thigh.

Was he finally going to fuck you?

Curiously, you watched as he scooted off the rock and turned around, which allowed you to check out his half naked form for just a brief moment. But it was enough to have you riled up again, with his shorts barely covering anything at this point and the outline of his hard dick very prominent through his tight shorts – you licked your lips in anticipation.

“Come here,” he motioned, his hands wrapping around your ankles. He was careful as he helped you scoot closer to the edge, not wanting to bust your skin open on the rough surface you were laying on.

“What are you- oh my god!” you squealed after he’d thrown your legs over his shoulders, not having expected him to dive right into your pussy. Your eyes automatically closed. “S-Seok – min!” you whined, one of your hands tangling into his purple locks to steady yourself.

Not being able to help it, your hips jerked at the feeling of his hot mouth on your cunt. You were still extremely sensitive from your previous orgasm, but the slight pain of the overstimulation mixed with the pleasure from his tongue was surprisingly arousing, and it wasn’t long before your hips were moving in rhythm with Seokmin’s mouth.

With some effort, you forced your eyes open, a shudder ripping through your body from head to toe as you took in the view in front of you. Seokmin’s dark orbs were already looking at you, his tongue skillfully sliding through your folds and over your throbbing clit, all while applying exactly the right amount of pressure to your most sensitive spots.

“Right t-there...gonna make me cu-um,” you moaned when he pushed two of his fingers into your slick-covered hole, curling them up deliciously against your insides. All the while, his tongue had never stopped lapping at your swollen clit.

“Cum for me.” Seokmin’s voice had been slightly muffled due to the fact that he was still buried in your pussy, but you’d heard him loud and clear. That, plus the vibrations that his voice sent to your clit and the way he was staring at you while he was giving you the best head of your life, was enough to send you completely over the edge.

“Oh fuck!” you gasped, your hand tightening in his hair and your hips buckling erratically as the orgasm that had been building inside you reached its peak. It was unlike anything you’d felt before. You were cumming, but it was more than that...more intense. And there was so much arousal everywhere.

When Seokmin pulled back, you understood what had happened. His face was glistening, a few drops of your arousal dripping down his chin onto his chiseled abdomen.

Your cheeks burned with heat. “Did I just…?”

“Squirt? Fuck yes,” he panted, using the back of his hand to wipe away whatever slick was on and around his lips before stepping in between your legs. “And it was fucking hot,” he continued, putting his hand behind your head to pull you in for a messy kiss – the taste of yourself on his lips caused you to groan into Seokmin’s mouth.

“Please. Need you inside,” you gasped, your nails clawing at his back when he’d moved his lips from your mouth to your neck, occasionally using his teeth to nip at your sensitive skin.

“Yeah? Think you can handle that?” he murmured, his fingers digging into your soft thighs.

“Yes! Seokmin, please...need you to fuck me hard,” you whimpered, not caring how desperate you sounded for him.

“Fuck, okay,” he breathed, quickly removing himself from your hold before taking a step back.

Biting on your lower lip, you watched as he pulled his shorts and underwear off, revealing his hard dick that was already leaking large beads of precum. He was close enough for you to reach, so without thinking, you grasped onto his firm length. It felt hot and heavy against your palm, his precum now slowly trickling down towards the base.

You started to stroke him lightly, wanting to make him feel just as good as he’d made you feel...twice already. But Seokmin had other plans.

“Don’t.” He choked back a moan, his hand on your wrist after the second stroke, gently urging you to let go. “I’ll cum before I even get the chance to fuck you,” he continued after seeing your puzzled expression.

“Oh,” you whispered, biting your lip at the thought of making him come undone with just a few strokes of your hand.

A few seconds later, he’d forced you down onto your back once again, this time sliding his hands up your thighs until he was able to spread you out, your pussy still dripping from your prior activities.

“Still so wet after cumming twice already,” the man between your legs sighed, his gaze directed at the lower half of your body. “So greedy.” That was followed by a slap to your pussy. You yelped in surprise, even though the slight ache resulting from his roughness had you curling your toes in excitement.

“Seokmin, please. I can’t wait.” You were begging now, wrapping your legs around his waist to express how desperate you really were. “P-Please, I-”

Your breath hitched involuntarily at the feeling of his dick rubbing through your folds before finding your entrance. You forced your body muscles to relax at the intrusion that followed, but seeing as you were more than lubed up, Seokmin had no problem sliding every inch inside.

“Fuck...such a tight pussy,” he grunted when he’d completely bottomed out, the unfamiliar stretch of dick leaving you with a pleasant burn. Seokmin continued to take a deep breath as he tried to contain himself, keeping still for a few seconds to give you some time to get used to him.

But you didn’t need any of that. You just needed him to fuck you...hard...and fast, until you couldn’t walk anymore. You were convinced that you’d be able to take whatever he was going to give to you.

That’s why you groaned in frustration when he still hadn’t moved. “I’m not gonna break, you know? You can fuck me.” This was followed by you clenching down hard, which earned you a strangled moan from Seokmin, who was quick to jump into action after that.

“As you wish,” he smirked.

Any control you thought you had was gone after that stunt you pulled. He moved back slightly, just enough so that the tip was still inside you, before slamming his full length back into you. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your sockets at the force, your back arching off the stone as you gasped for breath. But Seokmin wasn’t planning to go easy on you now. You’d given him the okay, so you were going to have to take it.

Within seconds, he’d found a steady rhythm, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs for support as his balls – now covered in your slick – slapped against your ass with every thrust.

You were on cloud nine, mind completely blank aside from the thoughts that revolved around Seokmin fucking the shit out of you in the middle of the woods.

Your fingers weakly clawed at his toned arms as your mind reeled at the feeling of Seokmin continuously slamming into your wet cunt, the head of his dick kissing the tip of your cervix every time he leaned forward.

“Are you close?” he asked, his breathing sounding irregular due to the force he was putting into his movements.

“C-Close,” you stuttered, not in the right state of mind to formulate anything more than that. Seokmin sped up his thrusts after that, fucking you even faster and harder as he kept hitting that right spot inside you.

“Where do you want my cum, baby?” Seokmin asked when his thrusts were getting sloppier and sloppier by the second.

“Inside m-me...want your cum so bad,” you mewled, feeling like you were about to lose it with how fast he was drilling into you.

“Fuck!” Seokmin’s hips stuttered momentarily at your words, but he quickly regained himself before he resumed his merciless rhythm, bringing you closer and closer to the edge every time he buried himself back into you.

You finally came for the third time with a loud cry of his name, your body shaking all over as a result of the intensity. Seokmin wasn’t far behind. He gave one final thrust before he stilled inside you, groaning loudly into your shoulder as his dick released big spurts of warm cum that had you feeling nice and full by the end of it.

“Holy shit,” he sighed when both of your highs had subsided.

“You could say that,” you giggled, trying to regain your breathing.

“We should definitely do that again.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at his statement. “Really?”

“Of course. Unless...you don’t want to? I don’t just do this with anyone, you know?” he grinned as he helped you down from the rock.

“Yes, yes! I would love that,” you smiled, the familiar butterflies in your stomach making their appearance again.

You really thought this day couldn’t be better. Well, that was until you’d both gotten dressed and you’d picked up your discarded phone off the floor to check the time.

Annoying Bestie 💖: >> Y/N!! Where the fuck are you?! Annoying Bestie 💖: >> Are u seriously ditching me for some dick rn?! Annoying Bestie 💖: >> If ur not here within the next 10 mins ur gonna miss the meditation Annoying Bestie 💖: >> People are getting suspicious… Annoying Bestie 💖: >> Trying to cover, but there’s only so much I can do with both of u missing :’) Annoying Bestie 💖: >> They’re definitely connecting the dots...u and Mr. Thighs Annoying Bestie 💖: >> Just so u know, ur never gonna live this down Annoying Bestie 💖: >> I hate it here Annoying Bestie 💖: >> Hope the D is worth it cuz ur missing out on some bomb food Annoying Bestie 💖: >> U BETTER GET TF BACK IF U DON’T WANT US TO LEAVE YOUR ASS HERE

“Uh...I think we might be in a bit of trouble,” you grimaced as you read through the many messages Soonyoung had sent you over the hours you and Seokmin had been ‘occupied’.

“How much trouble are we talking?”

“As in, we might miss the bus if we don’t hurry the fuck up.”

“Well shit, let’s go!” Seokmin exclaimed, reaching for your hand to drag you along with him.

“Is this how it’s going to be every time? Me getting dragged around by you?” you complained.

He looked back just in time to see you nearly trip over your own feet. “You’ll get used to it soon enough,” he laughed.

Yeah, you guess you could get used to this.

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words you never could say

…and i’m torn apart.

pairing → lee seokmin x reader, some kim mingyu x reader, and also seokmin x oc for a hot minute

word count → 10956

genre → fluff, a lil angst, high school au (only for a sec), college au, slice of life ↳ tags: man aight. love rosie au without the kid (right person wrong time kinda deal), childhood friends to lovers, i was writing this whole thing like “poor mingyu”, pushing the seokmin theater major agenda, mc does not know how to handle anything ever, PROM?!?!, airport moments ™, unusual amounts of “hi”s and “hey”s, pov you are in love with lee seokmin, seokmin has a disney+ account, Oh My God I’m In Love moments ™, PINING, when u and ur best friend are in love with each other but too stupid to do anything about it, pain but only for a second, mingyu is trying but it is not working, oh to hold seokmin’s hand…

synopsis → the timing is just never right, is it?

warnings → i think theres some swearing, mc drinks one time, little mentions of anxiety here and there, uhh i think thats it <3

a/n → @seokmingiggles​ LANNIE!!!!!!! omg when i got u for this exchange event i was so excited <3 i’d like to personally apologize for the length of this LMAO i really didn’t mean for it to get this long but…. here we are 🤡HAHAHA i knew immediately that i wanted to do something special for u and i’ve had this idea locked away in my wips for a while and i thought it’d be perfect. u are the coolest and i love seeing u on my dash. pls enjoy this, seokmin loves u lots <333

for @ficscafe​ fic exchange event!

the title comes from epitaph by hippo campus, which is included on a cute playlist i made for this fic <3

sixteen.

“I had a dream last night,” Seokmin tells you.

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Misunderstanding

Pairing: Lee Seokmin x afab!reader ft!Soonyoung

Genres: enemies to lovers, college!au, fluff, humor, slight angst, smut -mdni!-

Words count: 15.8k

Tags: mean names (tramp & trash bag), arguing, mention of their bad behavior when they were kids, they are both mean istg lol, reader misunderstand a situation, Yuna is a simp for Seokmin and is a bad person, Seokmin is shameless and such a tease

Warning: dom!seokmin, sub!reader, big dick!Seokmin!, lots of swearing, lots of kissing, fingering, slight voyeurism, semi-public sex? (but not really), unprotected sex, teasing, praise, dirty talk, hair pulling, oral (fem receiving), pussydrunk!seokmin, breast play, marking, slight finger sucking, cum eating, mention of creampie, lots of pet names, whining, crying. I think that's all, lmk if I missed anything

A/N: woah I can't believe I just finished my first fic ever lmao and it's my baby's birthday too! I would love to hear your thoughts and comments plss. Also this is not proofread! I'm so busy with school work that I don't have the time to read it but I just have to post this fic for my birthday boy, so please ignore any grammatical errors, also Yuna is a character that I made up, I don't mean anyone specific! Seokmin is just super hot I cant-

Thanks to deity-prompts for the amazing prompt<3

“I don’t get what you like about him”

You say, resting your head on your hand and staring blankly at your best friend, Ahn, as she keeps talking and fangirling about her crush, Lee Seokmin, you doubt if it’s even a true crush at this point, because ever since you’ve known her, she has been growing feelings for every guy she meets.

“I don’t get what you don’t like about him” Ahn argues back, shaking her head in disbelief at your words that she thinks are absolutely crazy, just as crazy as the fact that you hate Seokmin, the same man who she has been talking about for the past thirty minutes.

“Are you being for real now? You know how much I hate his guts!” you are at the verge of slapping your best friend for being brave enough to talk about your mortal enemy right in front of your face, let alone her being aware of the fact that both Seokmin and you hate each other to death, it’s something that both of you are known for.

“But still, it’s not enough reason for me to dislike him, right?” Ahn teases, smiling at you innocently, knowing it will do nothing but irritates you.

“Wrong, and you better stop talking about him before I smack the shit out of you” you roll your eyes, shifting them to glance at Seokmin, who is laughing loudly along with his friends at some silly joke that you really don’t care about before tearing your eyes from them instantly, taking a sip from the coffee you are holding.

Ahn giggles, “come on, you sound so jealous, do you probably like him by any chance?” she knows she is going far with it, but she fucking loves messing with you all the time.

You shift your eyes back at her, looking at her with an intimidating glare that makes her shut up and murmurs a quick ‘sorry’. She knows better than to say such things as this to you, yes you are such a sweet and attractive girl, always carrying the dazzling smile whenever she or your loved ones around, but you are not the one to be messed around with, especially when it’s about Seokmin, the one you hate the most.

Lee Seokmin, is your mortal enemy since childhood, ever since you were both toddlers you hated each other’s guts, the reasons of why you hate him are too many but you can definitely list them, yet you don’t remember the main reason for both of you to start making fun of each other, it just happened. You hate him for how he used to call you a crybaby in front of his friends while laughing, just to get you angry and then go cry to your mother when he isn’t around, you hate him for lying to the teacher that you copied his homework when you, being the good student that you are, didn’t do it, you hate him for telling you friends that you are a fake friend and a troublemaker and that they should stay away from you, and you hate him for just existing in your life.

But it’s not like you haven’t done anything wrong to Seokmin as well, you once lied to his parents that he hit you, using your great acting skill by showing teary eyes and quivered lips, leading them to scold Seokmin in front of you and even apologize for his bad behavior. Another bad thing that you had done was ruining his drawing that he has spent a long amount of time drawing it, also making him believe that a girl asked you to tell him that she wants to confess to him after school and make him wait outside before showing up while wiping off the fake tears from how much you were laughing, making Seokmin embarrassed as hell as he cursed you for doing that.

But now that the both of you are grown up and mature, you don’t do these stuff, they were just some stupid things you both had done when you were kids, now they don’t happen at all, instead, the only thing that remains is the bickering, there isn’t a single day where the both of you don’t fight, and it could be fighting over anything and everything. Making fun of each other and calling each other mean names is a daily thing for you two, to the point where you sometimes forget each other’s names or don’t recognize the other when someone says the other’s names to one of you two from how much y’all are used to call the other by the mean nicknames y’all have chosen for the other.

And it’s so fucking irritating how the people around you keep saying that the both of you are suitable for each other, basically for sharing some traits, like knowing each other since childhood, having a breathtaking appearance, the same sense of humor, the same sarcasm, both of you are so intelligent and it’s so annoying that he is in the same major as yours, which is business, and it’s so annoying that you share the same friends circle as well, so not only you will see Seokmin at the university, but also outside the university.

“Anyway the class is about to start, let’s go” you sigh, getting up after gathering your things before looking at Ahn who nods her head.

“Yeah, let’s go”

You and Ahn head to your next class after the lunch break you just had, walking in your class as you take a seat at the back of the class, placing your book and the rest of your essentials for the class you notice Seokmin walks towards your way with his friend, Soonyoung, stopping right before you, throwing a quick glare at you before taking a seat in front of you. You roll your eyes at his figure from the back, “great, now I have to deal with his bullshit for the whole class” you whisper but make sure he hears it, which he does, but he completely ignore you, only letting out a scoff, grinning at how pissed off you already are.

The class ends peacefully, much to your confusion, even when you had to bear with Ahn’s bullshit, and so you are getting ready for you next class, waiting for the professor to come only to see Seokmin turn around in his seat to face you, “hey tramp, you were quite aggressive at the beginning of the class, who got you this mad” Seokmin arches a brow at you condescendingly, resting his forearm on the top rail.

“Dont talk to me, people would think we are friends” you snap, a scowl forms your pretty face as you sit crossed-arms, not even affected by the name he addresses you.

Seokmin scoffs, “as if anyone would think that”.

“They wouldn’t if you stopped being so obsessed with me” you grin, knowing how much it annoys Seokmin whenever you say that he is obsessed with you.

Seokmin squints his eyes at you, pressing his lips together, “You wish I was obsessed with you, don’t you? Well, too bad I'm not” he shrugs his broad shoulders, shaking his head slightly.

“Wish?” you scoff in disbelief, “don’t make me laugh, you are the last person I would ever want to get obsessed with me”.

Seokmin let out a snicker, “who on earth would even consider getting obsessed with you in the first place” he smiles at you with his familiar blinding smile, but it still has the teasing feeling to it.

You glare at him, pretty features instantly go sharp, “smile at me again and I will knock your teeth out”.

Seokmin smirks in amusement, “funny how you have been saying that for years now but never really gained the courage to do it”.

Now it’s your turn to smile, leaning forward on your table with both of your elbows on it while intertwining your delicate fingers, placing your chin over them and tilting your head prettily, “now isn’t that a good proof for you to see how obsessed you are with me, trash bag? Knowing for how long I’ve been saying that?”.

Seokmin doesn’t seem offended by how you name him nor does he budge a bit at the close proximity, it’s not that close but still close enough to really take in your beauty, “not really, it’s only considered as one if a dumb person thinks it is, just like you”.

“You are definitely not the one to talk about someone being dumb, but I get it, you have lived your whole life doing the dumbest shit ever, even more than Soonyoung, so it does make sense now” you nod your head, gesturing to Soonyoung who you have almost forgot he is there, setting next to Seokmin,and pretty much enjoying the drama that is happening due to how he is giggling while covering his mouth, looking at Ahn every time and squeaking whenever Seokmin or you bite back, holding his hands together as a way to pray god to not make the professor come in anytime soon.

“I was just about to get offended, Y/N, but I’m more than glad that you think Seokmin is dumber than me” Soonyoung claps happily, laughing at the way Seokmin glares at him.

You giggle softly upon hearing Soonyoung’s words as you pat his back, noticing that the professor has finally come to the class, much to Soonyoung’s disappointment, but it makes you smile triumphantly because Seokmin has stopped arguing, rolling his sharp eyes before turning his back at you, making you win this argument this time.

Classes have finally ended and it’s time for you to go home. You get up with a sigh, stretching your back slightly before you start gathering your things, letting out an annoyed huff because of the headache you get from the boring ass class you had. Walking along with Ahn, you get out of the campus.

“Alright, I’m going home now Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow” Ahn smiles, walking to the other direction of your house, waving at you.

You smile and wave back, “yeah, take care” you shout enough for Ahn to hear, making her turn around to see you, nodding her head, “you too!”.

“You know it’s so disgusting when you try to act nice?”.

You don’t even need to turn around to see who is talking, getting closer to where you are standing, of course it’s none other than Seokmin, or the trash bag, it’s what you address him as.

“Do you ever take a break, trash bag?” you sigh, proceeding to walk away, heading to your house.

“Why? Am I tiring you, tramp?” Seokmin grins, walking behind you along with Sonyoung, it definitely doesn’t help that Seokmin’s house is in the same direction as yours, well at least Soonyoung is there for you.

“Very” you roll your pretty eyes, a scoff leaving your plump lips

“Just ignore him babe” you feel Soonyoung’s arm wraps around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him, “tell me, do you want me to treat you, or you have plans for today?”.

A pretty smile forms your lips, you are so thankful for having Soonyoung in your life, he is always there for you to brighten up your mood and get a laugh out of you, “nah it’s fine, I’m not that hungry anyway” you answer, ignoring Seokmin’s scoff at how you and Soonyoungs are acting as if he doesn’t exist.

“Oh come on, there is a close ice cream parlor that Seokmin and I usually go to” Soonyoung says, trying his best to persuade you.

“That’s exactly the reason why I don’t want to come along”.

Soonyoung chuckles, “I can tell him to fuck off if that’s what you want”.

Seokmin glares at his best friend, “like hell I’m leaving just because you told me to”.

You are pretty much surprised that Seokmin doesn’t say he wouldn’t leave for you, it’s something you expect him to say.

“I’m fine, I swear, I need to finish the project Mr. Lee asked us to do” you give Soonyoung your best smile to show him that you are really fine with not going there, while also reminding him of the project y’all need to submit, which makes Soonyoung groan.

“Why are you trying so hard at keeping your image as the good student? You know the deadline is next week” Seokmin arches a brow at your shorter figure from behind.

You look at him from over your shoulder, throwing a glare at him, “I don’t recall talking to you, trash bag, plus, does it really bother you that I care about my grades, unlike you?”.

He shrugs, smirking at you, “unfortunately I don’t really care about you to get bothered by whatever you do, so no”.

“Can you just shut your fucking mouth, are really that dumb to understand that?” you feel your anger start to raise, so close to smack Seokmin so hard, but you try so hard to prevent yourself from doing so, because it’s what he wants, to get a reaction out of you.

“And who do you think you are to make me listen to you?” Seokmin asks, carrying a smug expression that you want to slap it off of his handsome face.

“A person who has always been better than you in so many aspects” the scowl that Seokmin is so familiar with doesn’t leave your pretty face once.

“Oh really? And what these aspects might be, tramp?”.

“I can list them for you if you want, trash bag”.

And just before Seokmin can reply, Soonyoung interrupts, “woah there guys, as much as I would love to know where this fight could lead to, remember that we are literally in the middle of the road”.

Soonyoung’s words hit Seokmin and you on the head, noticing how some people who are passing by are looking at you three weirdly, as in why there are two people are at the verge of killing each other while the other one is there as it’s the most normal thing ever, which it actually is to Soonyoung.

“You are lucky we are in public, otherwise I wouldn’t have hesitated at beating you up” you blurt, giving Seokmin a side eye while walking next to Soonyoung.

“I would love to see you try, chicken” Seokmin let out a snicker, as if he is underestimating you.

“Okay you two, stop with all this argument and let’s walk in peace” Soonyoung coos, much to yours and Seokmin’s shock as you both send him a questioning look.

“Since when did you start to want to walk in peace? Last time I checked you said loudness is your speciality when I told you to shut your mouth” Seokmin looks at the shorter one with the corner of his eye as he walks next to him.

As much as you hate to agree with Seokmin, you secretly do, almost nodding your head at his words.

Soonyoung just laughs, knowing he doesn’t have a good excuse for Seokmin’s frank words.

You all fall into a comforting silence, and you think it would feel even more comforting if your nemesis isn’t around, nevertheless, it’s comforting enough for you to look around the streets, admiring your surroundings before you notice that you have arrived at your house.

“Thanks for escorting me home, soonie, I’ll see you tomorrow” you pull Soonyoung into a hug that he happily returns. Of course not thanking Seokmin as well because obviously, you don’t think he had the intention of escorting you to your house.

“No worries” Soonyoung smiles, “do you want me to take you on a date tonight? I know some good restaurants out there if you like”.

A soft giggle escapes your lips as you take your keys out from your bag, “I would love to, but unfortunately I have work to do, maybe next time?”.

Soonyoung grins, “of course love, just say the word and I will be right outside your door, also, make sure to eat something before you sleep, I certainly don’t want my girl to be starved the whole night”.

“Will do” you smile at him before opening your front door, turning your head to look at Soonyoung for one last time to give him a flirty wink before getting into your house, closing your door after seeing how Soonyoung is waving at you until you are no longer in his sight.

“Dude, you do realize she is not your girl, don’t you?” Seokmin asks, not even bothering to hide the disgusted expression that forms on his face.

“Well, I would be more than happy if she was” Soonyoung answers casually, as if it’s the most normal thing ever. Truthfully, ever since you knew Soonyoung, he has always been a flirt, so you don’t really mind the affection you get or the pet names he gives you, and you are well aware that he is just being playful when he is acting as if he was your boyfriend, but you are also thankful for that fact because it does help you from getting rid of the guys who are constantly asking you out.

“Really? I expected better”.

“Like who? Yuna?” Soonyoung asks sarcastically.

“Absolutely no!” Seokmin sighs at the mention of the girl's name, who for god knows how long she be following him and Soonyoung around, not a single day where she doesn't constantly bother the both of them and ask them to hang out, which annoys the heck out of them.

As soon as you get into your house, you throw your bag over the big couch in a blink of an eye, heading to the kitchen to fill you a glass of water because you are parched to the point where you think you have swallowed a whole desert, probably because of the constant arguments you had with Seokmin this whole day.

“Fuck him for making me in this state” you curse Seokmin under your breath after taking a big sip of the refreshing water, “and fuck him for existing in my life”.

Letting out a sigh, you look around you for a moment, too lazy and out of energy to go to your room and change your clothes before coming down once again to make you something to eat.

“I’ll just make me some food instead of going upstairs twice” you mumble to yourself as you search for the ingredients you need, deciding to make some garlic butter pasta to eat before you start doing your project.

You groan as you remember the project that you need to submit, yes you can submit it next week but you want to finish it early so you don't have to worry about the days where Ahn asks you to teach her the subjects she doesn't understand, which happens all the time and usually takes a very long time cause your friend is kind of a bimbo who doesn't even understand the basics of each subject.

While you are making yourself pasta, your hear a ping from your phone, screen lighting up as the notification pops up, you take your phone to see who sends you a message, smile creeping up your lips as you see Soonyoung asking you if you have eaten anything yet, you don't reply, only sending him a picture of the pasta you are making, which he spams you with messages, telling you how he wishes he was with you, eating your delicious looking pasta.

You giggle, can definitely picture how silly he must looks while writing you this.

As you place your pasta on the plate you have taken out of your cabinet, you instantly take your phone with you as you head to your room, proudly smiling at your excellent job at making the pasta as you take the first bite, despite having to start on doing your project.

“That was delicious, time to start doing this fucking stupid project” you mumble as you place the now empty place over the bedside, checking the time to see it’s almost 8 pm, great job, you are supposed to finish it at this exact time but you being you, never been the one to go as planned.

Pulling your laptop from your desk, you open it and start on doing your work that is probably going to take hours to do, and you are feeling sleepy at this moment, to the point where you are considering doing it tomorrow, but you shake your head, telling yourself that you will finish it in no time. You hope.

Hour passes hour and you are done, “finally” you sigh, shutting your laptop and putting it back over your desk, taking the dirty plate along with you as you walk to the kitchen to place it in the sink, nor in the mood to wash it nor have the energy for.

You fall on your comfortable bed, back hitting the mattress as you snuggle down, pulling the blanket over your figure, disappearing under it, and instantly falling into deep sleep.

Morning comes in the blink of an eye, and despite that you fell asleep late last night, you still manage to look the prettiest.

“Morning Y/N” you hear Ahn’s voice, making you look up from your seat, greeting her with a sweet smile.

“Morning”.

“Umm hey, can I ask you something, but pretty please, don’t get mad at me” you see Ahn smile shyly, face slightly flushed as she takes a seat next to you.

“Of course you can, Ahn, you are making me feel like I have some serious angry issues by saying that” you giggle softly, already knowing what she is going to ask you for.

“And you actually do”.

You turn your head to see Seokmin, who is slightly hovering over you, smirking down at you, sitting in front of you, and secretly making Ahn drool at his appearance with his fitted white shirt, that hugs his firm chest and buff arms perfectly, and a pair of jeans that show his thick thighs, his outfit is simple, yet enough to make anyone salivate over his insane look.

“If that was true then I’m more than glad that you are the only one who gets to experience it, you should be flattered” you scoff at him, rolling your eyes before they settle back on Ahn, waiting for her to continue what she wants to say.

“Oh right, umm well, there are plenty of lectures in statistics that I can’t fucking understand and I’m really desperate this time because I don’t want to fail another subject” Ahn nearly cries, shaking your shoulders back and forth.

“I can teach you if you want” just before you agree on teaching Ahn, Seokmin interrupts, looking at Ahn over his shoulder with his right forearm hanging on the top rail, and Ahn agrees to his offer almost immediately, making you facepalm.

“What’s that? Are we doing a group study? Count me in then, I also don’t quite get the bullshit that the professor says in every class” you try to speak again but this time Soonyoung interrupts, has came a few moments ago after Seokmin got into the class.

You internally groan, balling both of your fists to not fume in front of the class, “alright you two” you mention to Ahn and Soonyoung with a sigh, “meet me in the library at the lunch break, I will be there” you try to give your best smile, but it completely fades as you throw a glare at Seokmin, who just looks at you with a smug grin before turning his back at you, getting ready for the class since the professor has come in.

As soon as your classes finish, and now it’s the lunch break, you go to the library as promised, plopping your books and textbooks over one of the many tables at the library, waiting for Ahn and Soonyoung to come, and they do in just a few seconds after you.

“Oh, you came- what the fuck is he doing here?” you look from your book to see your friends, only to see Seokmin, walking behind them, sitting next to Soonyoung who has sat across you. You totally forgot that he was also coming to your group sturdy as Soonyoung has described.

“I thought I said that I would teach Ahn earlier, didn’t I, tramp” Seokmin grins in a scoffing way, smiling up at Ahn when she sits next to you, and look at him with a shy smile.

“Oh shut up, trash bag, I’m more than enough to teach these two, you should just go and leave us alone, you are being a distraction” you huff, holding back yourself from chocking him and kicking him out of the library.

Seokmin’s eyes shift from his own textbooks to meet yours, eyebrows raised as a grin slowly creeps up his lips, “are you trying to say that I’m attractive?”.

You are taken aback by his words, both Ahn and Soonyoung look at you surprisingly. Taking a breath to stop yourself from saying that he indeed looks good but that’s not what you meant! Your reaction makes Seokmin frown as his eyes are trailing up and down your pretty face.

“Stop interpreting everything as you please!”.

“Well, you are still not denying it”.

“I am now” you gaze down at your books, “which subject are you struggling with, Soonyoung?”.

Soonyoung’s ears perk up at the mention of his name, “huh! Oh right, I’m finding difficulty understanding math, especially this” he points at an equation you find it so easy to solve.

“That one is actually easy” you utter.

“Well I’m not as smart as you” Soonyoung chuckles.

“You will get it, I swear” you chuckle along, patting Soonyoung’s arm.

As you keep on explaining math to Soonyoung, you hear some giggles coming from your side, it annoys you, you try so hard to explain the subject to Soonyoung while Seokmin and Ahn are exchanging laughs and small touches in the middle of studying.

You shut your eyes in an upset manner, thinking of telling them to shut the fuck up but it seems like Soonyoung can read your mind, he instantly holds your hand, shaking his head with a reassuring smile, indirectly telling you that it’s fine and that he is doing okay.

You sigh in defeat, nodding at Soonyoung before proceeding to explain another equation that he finds difficult.

“Take a break Y/N, I’m going to the restroom real quick” Soonyoung announces, getting up with a gentle smile.

“Alright” you return the smile with a soft one, nodding your head.

You let out a yawn that you cover with your palm, feeling tired with all the explaining and teaching that you have done.

Seokmin’s eyes immediately look over you, “looks like someone is pretty tired already, the same one who said she could teach two people alone”.

“Just because I yawned, doesn’t mean that I’m tired or out of energy to teach people, trash bag” what a lame excuse, you are not even sure why the heck you say it, to you it seems like the words roll off your tongue without thinking.

Seokmin tilts his head, amused by your persistence that he is so used to see, “you know-” he suddenly get interrupted by being slightly pushed to the side by someone, sitting right in front of which is Soonyoung’s place, “what the fuck-”

“Minie! I haven’t seen you in ages! Did you miss me” you cringe at the sight, Yuna, shows up out of nowhere with a big smile, clinging to Seokmin's arm and dropping her head to his shoulder.

“You literally saw me yesterday and no, I didn’t miss and will never do” Seokmin’s handsome face turn into a frowning one in instant, making him appear rather scary and cold, and hot. He tries to push Yuna away from him,, but she clings even harder.

Yuna giggles, “oh come on Minie, you don’t have to be shy” pathetic, you think.

“Don’t fucking call me that again!” Seokmin growls, eyes sharp and intimidating, making Yuna and also Ahn to jump slightly in their seats, a shiver run down their spines, while you are just watching with a visible disgust expression over your pretty face.

“A-alright, I was just playing around, Seokmin” Yuna mutters quietly, unwrapping her arms from around Seokmin's neck but still so close to him.

Seokmin just rolls his eyes, “move, that is Soonyoung’s place”.

“Well he isn't here for now” Yuna smiles, placing her hand over Seokmin's bicep, the sight itself makes you want to throw up, surprised by Yuna’s bold move to do it in the middle of the library, where lots of students are there to either study or read, “but why are you here?”.

“Study, are you blind?” Seokmin answers, not having any of Yuna’s shit.

She ignores his offensive words, instead she frowns and turns to look at you and Ahn, “with these two?” She asks in a judgmental way.

You raise a brow at how she is looking pointing at you and your friend arrogantly, “are you really asking after showing up out of nowhere?”.

“Rude, that's what I expect” Yuna utters, turning to face Seokmin with a pout.

“Rude?! Honey, you haven't even seen anything yet” you say sarcastically, and when it's true that you are not rude at all, but Yuna is someone who you can't really stand and vice versa, you are certain that she hates your guts, and while you don't know why, you also can't stand her cringy ass self, and how she always acts as a victim whenever someone accuses her of her bad behavior.

“I'm sure she has seen enough” Seokmin grins at you, and gosh how is he a master at interrupting people’s talk, not that you would want to hear Yuna’s high-pitched voice but still, you would rather hear her than hearing Seokmin’s irritating tone.

Yuna absolutely loves it, how even when she almost replies to you before getting cut off by Seokmin, she thinks that Seokmin is defending her and going against you.

“Wow, you are really talented at provoking people, you know?” You play with your pen, holding yourself back from hitting his face with it, but that one grin you hate the most is what making you reconsider your choice.

“I'm sure I know, thanks for the extra confirmation though” Seokmin smirks, looking directly at your annoyed, pretty face with his sharp eyes.

“I think I’ve told you before, do not talk as if we were friends!” You press your thumb hard on your pen, gritting through your teeth as you glare at Seokmin.

“Do you really think that you are so important to me that I must remember everything you have said?” Seokmin scoffs, tapping his fingers on the wooden table, hearing Yuna's little, satisfied laugh, as Ahn gulps nervously, clutching your top from under the table.

You sigh in frustration, throwing your head back, “blow me”.

Seokmin pauses, his tapping against the table stops mid-air as he stares at you, “you would like that, wouldn't you?”.

You instantly lift your head to look at him, pretty eyes widening in shock, feeling your cheeks heating up, not believing what you've just heard. Even Ahn and Yuna widen their eyes at Seokmin's words, jaws go slack.

“W-what the fuck did you just say?!” You curse yourself internally for stuttering, blushing a mess, and looking at the man in front of you in disbelief.

“Aww are you blushing? Gross” he says smugly, scrunching his sharp nose.

“Fuck you!” You kick his leg from under the table before getting up, thank god your next class is about to start, “I'm leaving”.

“What's wrong, tramp? Are you seriously that shocked?” The audacity of him to even ask you this. You are so close to bruising his face with your heavy books and wiping that stupid grin off his face.

“Shut up loser” you say over your shoulder, walking away with hurried steps only to be stopped by Soonyoung who appears in front of you, a confused and worried look on his face due to how fast you are walking.

“Woah why the rush? Where are you going?”

You sigh, having completely forgotten about your study session with Soonyoung, “I’m sorry Soonyoung but I have a class right now, can we keep the study for later?” you tilt your head as you ask.

“Of course babe, we can continue this anytime you want, you don’t have to apologize” Soonyoung assures you with a gentle smile, making his eyes turn into a crescent shape.

You return the smile, “thanks soonie, you are the best, oh right, Seokmin and Ahn are still studying there if you are wondering”.

Soonyoung nods at you with a smile.

“Yuna is also there, soonie, thought I would give you a warning for you to prepare yourself” you turn your back with a sarcastic smile, only to giggle when you see Soonyoung’s shocked face as he whispers, “you must be kidding me!”.

Shaking your head at the cute man with a pouty smile, you proceed to walk out of the library, heading to your class.

As soon as you sit on your seat, you rub your face with your palm, “Thank god Soonyoung didn’t notice anything, why the fuck did I walk away anyway! That’s not how I would normally act, the fuck has gotten into me lately! Why did Seokmin even say that? That trash bag, I’m sure he will tease to no end now, fuck him, and fuck him for saying that, now he would think that he has managed to fluster me, that giant, stupid man” you groan, placing your head on the desk, cursing Seokmin with every curse word in every language you know.

You are well aware of Seokmin’s teasing, and you are used to it since you have been his target for so many years now, yet he has never gone this far by teasing you, never has he joked about something sexual with you around, or more specifically, about you, so no one can blame you for being shocked or flustered, you were just caught off guard, nothing more.

When your classes are finally over, you feel relieved that your day has finally ended, quickly gather your things, and walk out of your class.

you smile at the sight of your friends, excluding Seokmin, as they wait for you at the gate.

“Finally it’s the weekend” you say while stretching your back.

“I know right, this week has been tough!” Ahn agrees. That’s when you realize that you have to act as if nothing happened back at the library, because Ahn was literally there.

“So, pretty, since it’s the weekend, how about we go to the ice cream parlor that I talked you about yesterday? You promised to come along once you are free, Ahn is also coming” Soonyoung wraps his arm, while Ahn nods at you in confirmation.

A soft chuckle leaves your lips as you nod, showing your agreement, “sure, I will come”.

You hear a loud ‘yes’ from Soonyoung as he throws a fist in the air, almost grabbing the attention from the students around. Your eyes find Seokmin’s, giving you a smug grin, making your eyes roll as you try to hide the shy smile from creeping up your lips, but it's not really helping with the blush adoring your pretty face.

“Let's go, I'm dying for some ice cream” Soonyoung walks first, gesturing his hand to follow him, which all of you do.

“You're still thinking of it, aren't you?” you hear Seokmin speak, and you turn to look at him to see if he means you, and he does.

Seeing his irritating smile, you feel heat on your cheeks, “of course not!” Oh crap, that is not the right answer, you should have acted dumb and asked what does he mean, not yelling at him with a flushed face that is telling him that this is exactly what you've been thinking about since he said it at the library.

You hate your mind for not focusing on your classes and instead have been fantasizing about what Seokmin had said, you are not sure why you keep thinking about that, thinking about him.

Your not-so loud shout grabs Soonyoung’s attention, as he looks over his shoulder at you in confusion, while Ahn gives you a weird smile, you are certain that she definitely knows what Seokmin meant.

Seokmin arches a brow at you in amusement, looking down at you with the corner of his eye as you walk beside him, “you sure? it's crazy to me how you got what I meant right away”.

“What are yall talking about?” Before you can even reply to Seokmin, Soonyoung interrupts with frowned eyebrows.

You are not certain what you should say, so you only gulp, shaking your head, ignoring Seokmin's glance at you.

“Don't worry about it, it's not like seeing us arguing something new to you” Seokmin is better than you at keeping his composure and convincing Soonyoung. He puts an arm around Soonyoung’s shoulder and walks him a few steps ahead of both of you and Ahn.

“What is happening between you two?! What's with the tension, Y/N? Yall were literally fighting yesterday” Ahn whispers to you, seeming really confused and shocked.

“Believe me, if I knew what the fuck is wrong with him I would have told you” you whisper back, but your tone is more aggressive than Ahn’s.

Ahn looks at you for a moment before a smile forms her lips, “maybe he is starting to take a liking to you, I mean, as long as I remember, Seokmin has never talked to you like that before, not to mention him not calling you by those mean names he would normally call you by”.

You know she is going to say that the minute you see her smile, your face scrunches when you hear those words, “oh shut up, Ahn, he definitely just wants to get a reaction out of me for his own amusement”.

“If that's the case, then he could have just continued to mess with you like how he is used to do since you always say it's for his amusement, not by flirting with you” Ahn shrugs her shoulders, nodding with a smile at Soonyoung when he informs you both that you've arrived at your destination, seeing how Soonyoung and Seokmin get in first with you and Ahn right after them.

Your heart tells you to agree with what Ahn is saying, but your mind is strongly opposed to it. It's silly, you think, why the heck Seokmin, your mortal enemy would flirt with you, he should acts as your enemy, he should call you by these mean names that you are used to hearing from him everyday, he should annoys you and argue with you just to get a rise out of you, not fucking flirts with you shamelessly, in the middle of the library, with the presence of your best friend and another girl.

You sigh, walking inside the ice cream shop along with Ahn, you glance at Seokmin, who is talking with Soonyoung as he chuckles while picking the flavor, “that might be the dumbest thing you have ever said”.

“I'm just saying” Ahn mumbles, lifting her hands in defense.

You huff, “anyway, I'm not discussing this further with you, let's just get some ice cream”.

Ahn nods, a small laugh leaves her lips causing the two men to look at the two of you.

“Have you girls chosen a flavor yet?” Soonyoung asks.

“I'm trying” you answer him, looking at the many delicious-looking ice cream flavors.

“Just go with chocolate, it's what you will end up choosing anyway” Seokmin grins at you, but of course it's a teasing one. You shouldn't be surprised by his words, he has always called you typical whenever you choose chocolate as your favorite ice cream flavor.

“I don’t recall asking for your opinion” you glare at him, hating the fact that he is totally right.

“Bold of you to assume that I will wait until you do” Seokmin scoffs, taking out his card to pay.

“Chocolate” you ignore his sarcastic response, giving the worker a smile as he nods at you, pulling out an ice cream disher, and scooping up the frozen treat.

“Do they ever stop arguing? Even the worker is confused” Ahn whispers to Soonyoung, holding the cone in one hand.

Soonyoung laughs, “it's actually kind of refreshing to see, you can never get bored with them around”.

Ahn side eyes Soonyoung, shaking her head at his stupid words.

“It's already been paid, ma’am” you frown at the cashier, tilting your head in confusion, you are certain you haven't paid for your ice cream yet, heck you just have pulled out your wallet to pay, but the cashier is saying that it has been paid, how is that?!

You feel Soonyoung’s presence beside you along with Ahn’s, “oh didn't I tell you? It's on Seokmin” Soonyoung utters, handing you your ice cream after seeing how you don't take it from the worker, whose hand been holding your ice cream for you to take for two minutes now.

“It's on who?” You inhale sharply, glancing at seokmin, who seems to message someone on his phone while waiting outside, feeling yourself getting slightly irritated.

You pull your ice cream from Soonyoung's hand, heading towards Seokmin with Soonyoung and Ahn following you. Standing before Seokmin, you see how he glances down at you from his phone screen, as if he is waiting for you to say something already, “do I seem like a beggar to you? I have money if you didn't know that”.

Seokmin rolls his eyes at your childish words, putting his phone inside his pants pocket, “it's not like I only paid for you, I paid for all of us”.

You ball your hands to hold back yourself from pushing the ice cream in your hand on his face, “you could have paid for you, Soonyoung and Ahn, without having to pay for me”.

Seokmin sighs, “I'm not the type to do something for people and exclude one of them”.

Just when you are about to argue back, Seokmin starts to walk away with Soonyoung following him after ruffling your hair, and whispering ‘he is right though’ to you.

You sigh, running your fingers through your hair to fix it, eyes are fixed on the ice cream you are holding.

“Come on, was that really worth it? You could've just thanked him or stayed silent at least, he did pay for us after all” Ahn groans beside you as you walk.

“I didn’t ask him to pay for me, so why should I thank him?” Your tone is cold, much unlike the warmth you feel in your chest when your eyes linger on Seokmin's back, as he laughs with Soonyoung. Yes, you don't always like it when people pay for you, but the small action from Seokmin does give you butterflies and you hate yourself for it.

“I can never change your mind” the words leaving Ahn’s mouth in a defeated manner do get a small giggle out of you, making her also laugh with you, “go on and finish your ice cream before it melts”.

You nod your head after rolling your eyes, starting to eat the tasty sweets.

“Why are you girls too slow? Hurry up” Soonyoung’s voice is loud, gesturing to you and Ahn to catch up with him and Seokmin. It's a beautiful sight with them stopping their tracks, waiting for you as the sun starts to set behind them.

And you do, fastening your steps until you and Ahn are too close to both of the men. Laughing and joking around, you want to cherish these kinds of moments, they are rare to happen when you have to focus on college all the time, making none of you all able to enjoy and live these days all the time.

You giggle at the way Soonyoung is telling his silly story about some embarrassing things that you can’t bring yourself to say it to anyone, your pretty sound of your giggle fill the people's ears around you, unaware of Seokmin's eyes at you, taking in your beauty and your breathtaking smile, he himself is shocked at how he almost lost himself in front if you, even though you are not technically looking at him at the moment, he knows how sharp Soonyoung and Ahn’s eyes are.

Pouting to yourself at how you arrive at your house way faster than you realize, you turn to face your friends, “I'll see you guys later, bye” you wave your hand at them ,in which they do the same to you, before going inside your house.

You instantly go to your room, taking a warm shower to regain your energy after wasting it all on laughing for the past hour, but it does feel good, it's not all the time you get to laugh like this. Getting out of your bathroom with a towel on your wet hair to dry it, you sit on your bed,mind is suddenly thinking about Seokmin, “screw him” you curse, feeling your cheeks heat up at the way he has surprised you today in more than one way.

“Fuck, stop thinking about him!” You kick your feet, almost start punching your head to stop yourself from thinking about how he paid for you, “he paid for Soonyoung and Ahn as well, Y/N, get it together!”

You sigh, not liking the effect Seokmin has on you at all, you are not how you are going to face him again, you don't believe yourself to not blush in front of him or worse, doing something you might regret later. You believe in your acting though, it will probably help, but you know damn well how luck isn't always on your side, when was it on your side anyway? You will probably embarrass yourself just like how you did when you got out of the college, gosh you don't even want to think about how embarrassing it was.

Brushing the thoughts away, you get up and dry your hair well, you don't want to sleep with your dear pillow all wet, would you? But even with doing that, you can't stop thinking about Seokmin, not even when you lay on your bed, trying to bring yourself to sleep, that damned man, you are afraid that he will appear even in your dreams at this point.

Eventually you sleep, and luckily you don't dream about Seokmin.

Days and weeks go by and nothing happens between you and Seokmin, and that's because of how you are doing your best at ignoring him whenever he is around, you are thankful that Seokmin isn't asking you about your weird behavior, apparently. But the thought is making you sigh in relief, that's what you want, him to not ask you since when you don't pick up a fight with him whenever you see him, to not ask you why you are not saying anything to him when he sits in front of you in your classes, to not ask you why are you evading every situation when he is present. You know it's stupid what you're doing, but you can't put yourself in a situation where no one would want to be in your place.

It's also worse when you can't get him out of your mind. No matter how much you ignore him or run away whenever he is around you, he doesn't seem to leave your mind.

“I will be at the library, it's empty for now, are you coming?” you ask Ahn while getting up from your seat.

Ahn shakes her head, “no, I have a class now, unfortunately”.

“Alright then, i’ll wait for you then” you pat her back before taking your books with you. It's only Wednesday where you have less classes than Ahn’s, so you think it won't hurt if you wait for her for only an hour or so. Walking to the library, which is as you think, almost empty, just a few students there, minding their own business.

You place your books on one of the empty tables at the back of the library, going to the huge bookcase to search for any book that catches your attention. You want to spend your alone time reading a book, instead of sitting alone without doing anything. Eyes wandering around the many books, you don't even realize how long you've been staring at them at all, mind is too busy looking for a book to realize how you've been standing there for a while now.

“It's my first time seeing you want to read a book, interesting”.

You freeze, instantly figuring out who this voice belongs to. You turn your head, hoping he is not the person you think he is, but of course he is, the one and only, Lee Seokmin, leaning against the bookcase while staring at you with an expression that you fail to read.

“W-what are you doing here?!” Your eyes are wide open, backing up slightly until your back hits the bookcase to create a gap between you and him, as if it's not big enough.

“It's a library, anyone can be here, no?” He asks, taking a few steps forward slowly, hands in his pockets.

“I didn’t mean that- hey! You are getting too close!” You lift your hands to stop Seokmin from getting any closer, both of your palms are pressed against his firm chest. You feel your cheeks getting warm, your attempt at pushing Seokmin back is weak when he is much stronger than you, not to mention how you suddenly lose the strength to even look in his eyes.

Seokmin ignores your words and how your fragile hands are trying to push him away, “think you can ignore me? Huh?” His tone is low, and it gives you tingles you've never felt before, deliberately pressing himself more into you, not giving you any space to move away from him.

“What are you talking about?” With shaky voice and hands you ask, deciding to act dumb in hope he would believe you weren't ignoring him on purpose.

“I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, if you think that I haven't seen how you run away whenever you see me then you are totally wrong, sweetheart” Seokmin grins at how adorable you look right now, small and cute before him.

“Th-that's not true” you try your hardest to appear the same as everyone knows you, strong and confident, but it's hard, so hard, you can't stay strong when he is talking to you in that tone, calling you with that pet name, placing a hand next to your head, and lowering his head to meet your pretty face.

“Oh? But I do think it's true, sweetheart, not only me but also Soonyoung and Ahn are saying what's gotten into you” Seokmin's hand finds its way on your thigh, making you yelp.

“Seokmin! What are you doing?!” You're quick to push seokmin's hand away from your bare and plush thigh, eyes widening and cheeks are colored light red.

“Answer me first, pretty, what was the reason for you to evade me for days now?” His big hand is flat on your thigh, long fingers are almost covered under your skirt.

“I told you I wasn't” you lie, pressing your thighs together at the ticklish feeling of his fingers almost grazing your hip and making your breathing unsteady, “Seokmin s-stop it!”.

“Do you really want me to stop?” Seokmin asks, stopping his fingers from going directly to your cunt, waiting for your answer that you don't seem to give, “fucking answer me, say that you want me to stop and I will not even show my face to you again if that's what you want”.

His sudden aggressive tone makes you jump, and a small whimper leaves your lips at the way his pretty fingers are hovering over your covered cunt, making you wet in no time and without even properly touching you, “no” your voice is just above a whisper that you can barely hear yourself, not sure if Seokmin even hears it, but you instantly get the answer when he smashes his lips against your own soft lips.

You instantly melt upon him kissing you, arms clutching his shirt as you try to catch up with his fast rhythm of kisses, his lips are soft yet hungry, devouring yours in a delicious way.

A whine of yours is swallowed by Seokmin when he bites your lower lip to give him access to your tongue, your mind was too occupied with following his aggressive kiss to mind how he has been licking at your lower lip. His tongue is inside your mouth in a blink of an eye, exploring your mouth whole and meeting your tongue.

He sucks your tongue after playing with it for a good minute, the action makes your knees weak and your heart flutters, you would have fallen to the ground if it wasn't for Seokmin's hand holding your hip tightly.

You part the kiss with a soft gasp to take a breath that you've forgotten about, only to feel Seokmin's lips on you again immediately, he is too addicted to how sweet your lips taste for him to let you leave his lips.

You moan, throwing your arm over his shoulder, running your fingers through his hair and bringing him impossibly close, this time allowing his tongue to tangle with yours with ease, humming at how good Seokmin's kisses are.

As you both are too immersed in your makeout, you aren't aware of the fact that someone is watching you, unlike Seokmin, who definitely knows who that person is. Yuna, whose jaw is almost dropped to the floor from watching you and Seokmin making out like some horny teenagers, she can't believe her eyes at the sight, she thinks she must be dreaming, there is no way you and Seokmin would be kissing each other. And before she knows it, tears are already filling her vision, yet she doesn't leave.

You yelp when you feel his fingers circle your covered folds, pressing his middle finger to your clit, making you break your little make out session with Seokmin to cover your mouth with your hand, preventing any sound from coming out.

“This wet already from kissing for just a little bit? How easy are you” he teases, kissing your jaw.

“Seokmin, n-no! People can see” you whine pathetically, grinding your hips on his hand despite your words of telling him to stop, and the blush adoring your face from his teasing words.

“Don't worry, pretty, no one is around” Seokmin places a kiss on your swollen lips before slowly pulling your ruined panties to the side, sharp eyes never leave your flushed face, searching for any uncomfortable sign to stop himself from going too far, but he is met with a pathetic ‘please’ by you as you chase his fingers.

Seokmin smirks, “please what, pretty?”.

“I need you, please” you throw your head back when Seokmin presses the pads of his fingers on your clit, teasingly moving his fingers in such a torturous way that a loud whine escapes your swollen lips, “s-stop teasing me”.

Chuckling at how adorable you are, Seokmin grants your wish, no longer teasing your cunt and instead, slipping his middle finger inside your heat, “so demanding” he smiles against your cheek, brushing his lips over your skin.

“Fuck!” You gasp at the sudden feeling of his long finger inside you, shutting your eyes tightly and biting your lips so hard that you're afraid it might start bleeding.

Seokmin slowly thrusts his finger in you before adding another, groaning at how tight you feel around his fingers, “you're so fucking tight, you sure you can take me later?”.

You can't even comprehend what he is saying, not when his slender fingers are doing wonders to you, reaching deep and bringing your orgasm in no time. His fingers are working so fast in you, going in and out at a brutal pace that makes you lose your mind.

You feel dizzy, not able to think about anything but Seokmin's fingers doing wonders to you, finger-fucking you so good as he adds just an enough pressure to your clit with his thumb, making you almost lose all of your senses at the spot.

“F-feel so good, I'm close, so fucking close” you mumble, resting your head against his shoulder, and clutching at his biceps tightly.

“Yeah? You're gonna come for me, darling?” The thought of making you cream around his fingers makes something click within Seokmin, and makes his cock twitch, and he is so desperate to make you cum all over his fingers after fantasizing about doing it for weeks now.

You nod repeatedly, pretty face pressed to the side on his chest, breathing uncontrollably with closed eyes and a flushed face. You feel Seokmin kissing your neck, sucking a mark at the crook of your delicate skin, making you shudder and whimper.

Seokmin gently pulls your head away from his chest, holding your jaw in one hand, fingers pressing your cheeks, placing a wet kiss to your pouty lips. He needs to see how pretty you will look when you finally cum and reach your orgasm, “cum all over my fingers, baby, you were so good to me”.

You feel your orgasm hitting you, white dots filling your vision as you see stars, “I'm cumming, I'm cumming” you whine loudly, so loud that Seokmin has to press his lips once again on your swollen lips to hush you, swallowing your moans.

“Quite, we don't want people to catch us now, do we? Unless you are into that” Seokmin grins against your lips, not for once slowing down the pace of his fingers.

You whimper in response, tears forming your pretty eyes at the pleasure that is too much for you to handle for now.

“That’s it, baby, you're doing so good” he praises you, loving how he has the power to leave you weak and whining a mess with almost no effort from him.

You've finally come, and come hard, but thanks to Seokmin's lips on yours, the sound is only for him to hear. You try to catch your breath after pulling away, chest rising and falling with every breath you take.

Seokmin pulls his fingers out of your cunt, not thinking twice before licking his fingers clean, groaning at the sweet, sweet taste of your juices, “gosh you taste fucking sweet, wish I could eat you out right now” he groans against your neck, resting his hands on your waist.

His words are enough to make you blush a mess, and you are about to grant his wish if only you weren't in the library, a huge fucking disappointment. You don't even know what should you do now or how you are going to continue living after what just happened, you have just let your enemy finger-fuck you and did nothing to stop him, it's not like you regret it at all, you just don't know what you are supposed to do.

“I-I need to go now, class is about to start” you lie, mumbling shyly with heated cheeks, not looking at Seokmin's eyes when he pulls back himself to look at you. Gulping nervously at the stupid excuse you give because Seokmin probably knows your

He hums, fixing your hair, “I will see you later then”.

You nod, lashes are lowered, walking to the table that your things are placed on with rushed steps, before getting out of the library, running to the closest restroom you can find to clean yourself, can still feel your cum dripping down your inner thighs, and you can't risk anyone seeing it.

“Fuck fuck fuck, what have I done!” You whisper to yourself as you shut the door behind you, a handful of napkins is in your hand to clean yourself from your juices. You can't believe what you just did, your hands grabbing your hair at the situation you've never thought you would find yourself in, staring at yourself in the mirror, you see your flushed face, you can't meet Ahn and Soonyoung while looking like that, heck how the fuck would you tell them what happened, you don't need to tell them, right? They don't need to know, it's better to be something between you and Seokmin, without anyone knowing about it.

Taking a breath, you get out of the restroom, wearing your confident face, hiding how nervous you are inside whenever someone looks at you, afraid that they might have seen you doing such a sinful thing in the middle of the library. Lucky for you, no one is being suspicious about you, you just need to hurry up and go straight to your house.

“Y/N!” Your heart jumps at the sound of your name being yelled, and your mind starts to overthink everything bad that could possibly happen. You turn your head to see who is shouting your name, only to see Ahn running to your direction.

“What is it?” You ask, gulping nervously.

“Where were you? Soonyoung and I were searching like crazy for you and Seokmin as soon as our classes ended” you stare at the breathless Ahn before you, holding both of your shoulders.

You stop thinking for a moment, “I-I told you I would be at the library”.

“Yeah, we went to search for you there but couldn't find you, but we saw Seokmin with Yuna” Ahn takes a deep breath before looking at your face.

“H-huh?” Your voice is quiet, not really understanding what you hear, “what do you mean?”.

“I don’t know, I just saw Yuna hugging Seokmin, I don't know what she was doing because her back was facing me, Soonyoung and I were confused, but he told me to go and search for you and he will go and talk to Seokmin”.

“And what Seokmin did to Yuna” you can't help but ask.

Ahn shrugs, “I don’t want to assume things but he didn't seem to push her away. I didn't get to understand the situation because Soonyoung asked me to go, he looked kind of serious, I got scared for a second”.

You fake a smile at the sound of Ahn’s giggle, trying to ignore the bitter feeling in your heart, “anyway, why were you searching for me, you need something? Because I'm going home now” You are quick to change the topic.

Ahn frowns, “are you okay?”.

You nod, trying your best to look as convincing as possible, “just fine, I'm done with my classes, so I'll be heading home now” you don't think you can stay here for too long, and you don't know why you're acting like that after hearing Ahn’s latest news about Seokmin and Yuna, it's not like anything happened! In fact, something did happen between you and Seokmin, so why are you overthinking with whatever happened between them anyway? But you wish you could persuade yourself like that, you need to get back home.

Ahn nods in understanding, thank god she is easy to convince, “alright, I'll tell Soonyoung that you've gone home”.

You smile at her in appreciation, “yeah, thanks”. Unlike Ahn, Soonyoung would definitely know that something is wrong with you, you are lucky enough today for not seeing him.

As soon as you arrive at your house, you sigh, getting inside in no time, and tossing your belongings away, lazily walking to your dearest bed and falling on it.

“What am I doing?” You ask yourself hundreds of times now, but you are not sure the meaning behind it, are you implying what happened with Seokmin, or the awful feeling of knowing that Seokmin was meeting Yuna just after you got out of the library? You don't know yourself, and you don't want to know, for days Seokmin has been driving you insane to the point where you didn't know certain things about yourself suddenly appearing.

You sigh, groaning as you hardly get up from your bed to change your clothes to something more comfortable – still thinking about Seokmin and what could've possibly happened between him and Yuna, you can ask Soonyoung, you can definitely ask Seokmin, but you won't, you can't bring yourself to do such a thing as this, you don't want Soonyoung to get suspicious and worried and you don't want to even see Seokmin for now.

You think it would be better if you just stop thinking and wait for tomorrow.

And you do, after spending your night in your bed, switching positions to get some sleep until you fall into a deep sleep, you wake up, getting ready for your day that you hope would be peaceful.

Well that's not until you are sitting outside with Ahn and Soonyoung, laughing with them as you explain statistics for them for the second time. Seokmin isn't there though, Soonyoung has nervously informed you and Ahn that he is kind of busy at the moment. Such a lame excuse.

“And that's how you get 6.5--” your words are cut off when you feel your shoulder being pushed to the side, making you turn your head in confusion, only to see Yuna standing before you, glaring down at you, “hey you!”.

You arch a brow at her, she is the last person you would want to see now, “you have a talent of interrupting our study sessions every time, did you know that?”.

“Think I didn't see what you did at the library?” She ignores your sarcastic remark, throwing daggers at you.

Your eyes widening, forcing back a gasp from leaving you, “what do you mean?”.

Ahn looks at Soonyoung in confusion, before Soonyoung frowns at Yuna, “listen, we are in the middle of studying, so we don't really have the time for your crap”.

Yuna scoffs, “I don’t think you will feel the same when I tell you that she was about to fuck Seokmin back at the library”.

Ahn gasps, covering her mouth out of shock, looking at you with widening eyes.

Soonyoung holds back a shocked laugh, not believing his ears, Seokmin? His best friend, has almost fucked you yesterday? He knows that something happened between you and Seokmin, more like Soonyoung was well aware of how you are ignoring Seokmin, and how Seokmin seemed to have changed his behavior towards you. No one noticed but Soonyoung, and when he confronted Seokmin about it, Seokmin admitted it, -much to Soonyoung's shock- and he knew that Seokmin went to the library after you after encouraging him to do so the other night. But he certainly didn't know that things would escalate between you two that fast, and he certainly didn't know that Yuna was present there.

You can't seem to utter a word, how the fuck does she even know that?! You are certain that you didn't tell Soonyoung nor Ahn, you don't remember seeing anyone walking on you and Seokmin, did Seokmin tell her? You doubt it but it does make sense since as you know, Yuna did see Seokmin after you left the place. The thought brings other bad thoughts of thinking that Seokmin was only playing with you, was probably using you or even worse, threatening you with it. You want to slap yourself from thinking that but you can't help yourself, and also not seeing him for the whole day is like an added reason for you to think like that.

Yuna grins at your silence, “do you want to know what he called you? A pathetic little slut” this is your last straw.

Before you know it, you leave the place, your feets leading you to god knows where, only stopping when you feel someone tugs at your arm.

“I demand an explanation” Ahn stops you, looking at you with worried eyes.

You hiss, “there is nothing to explain”.

“But what Yuna just said- wait!” Before Ahn can say anything else, you free your arm, running away.

Tears fill your eyes and stroll down your pretty face as you walk out of the college, running from the campus where Soonyoung, Ahn and Yuna, with some other people are. Not even caring that you've also forgotten to take your things with you, just rushing to your house and skipping your classes.

Soonyoung on the other hand is furious, he sees red when you leave the place, he never expects this is how you would react, knowing how you always stand for yourself. He knows that you've misunderstood the situation, but seeing you almost breaking down, makes him lose it, no one can disrespect you, no one dares to make you cry or sad, not when you are the one to comfort him whenever he is going through hard times, and that means years of doing that, so it's only normal for him to swear to himself that he will not let anything makes you sad.

“You've gone far with this, Yuna, what would you get from lying to her anyway?!” he growls at her that even Ahn flinches.

“Staying away from Seokmin” she answers truthfully, even with the nervousness filling her.

“As if Seokmin cares enough about you” Soonyoung scowls.

Yuna turns in her heels, walking away from Soonyoung and Ahn, she has just finished what has to be done, making you hate Seokmin again after knowing that Seokmin told her the other night that he only cares for you, and has his eyes set on you. Which is still hurting her like crazy.

“I'll take her things with me” Ahn mumbles softly, gesturing to your belongings that you've forgotten about. The scene has already grabbed the people's attention.

Soonyoung sighs, nodding his head, “I'm gonna talk to Seokmin”.

Ahn frowns when she hears Soonyoung mumbles, but decides to stay quiet and not ask questions.

Days have passed since the day you left the campus, and you haven't talked to Seokmin ever again, your evading has gone worse than the last time, you ignore him completely as if he never existed. Seokmin of course has almost gone insane, not liking how you are being so cold to him, ignoring him and not glancing at him once, whenever he appears, you disappear.

He tries with all his might to get you to talk to him, but you don't, you are not even giving him a chance to explain himself and that Yuna has lied to you, not replying to his messages, and Seokmin gets upset, he is trying so hard to get to know why the fuck are you being so stubborn but you're not helping with all the ignoring and evading shit.

So he gives up, he is not going to keep begging you for an answer for god knows how long, but he hopes for you to somehow let him explain things for you.

“Y/N, please, I'm begging you! You misunderstood everything, Seokmin never called you that, Yuna is just lying to you!” Soonyoung is almost on his knees at your door.

For seven minutes now, Soonyoung is trying to convince you that you just got things complicated, showing up at your doorstep late at night to clarify things for you after seeing how Seokmin has almost got depressed with the way you are not giving him a chance to talk with you.

“What do you mean that I have misunderstood everything? You didn't even tell me that Yuna was there at the library back then” being the stubborn woman that you are, you refuse to show that you've really screwed things up.

“What would you get from knowing that she was there!” Soonyoung almost yells.

“Are you being serious? Of course I would think that Yuna wasn't lying because she was there with him, not to mention how I didn't see Seokmin the day after!” You huff, matching his tone, not caring if your neighbors might hear you shouting at each other.

Soonyoung shakes your shoulders, “She is lying, Y/N, how can you believe someone you know doesn't like you and is obsessed with Seokmin, how can you believe someone's words over me?! Do you know how Seokmin isn't sleeping or eating well because of your stubborn ass?!”.

“Okay you're being dramatic there for a second but-” you push him slightly away, “but what if it's too late to talk to Seokmin, I mean I've ignored him enough, you see how he stopped talking to me as well” you lower your gaze, biting your lips.

Soonyoung smiles reassuringly, “it's never too late, I'm sure Seokmin will understand, trust me he is begging for a word from you”.

You feel heat creeping to your cheeks, “that's so unlike him”.

Soonyoung chuckles, “yeah, I know, but your attitude is making him a sick man now, you must talk to him”.

You think to yourself for a moment, should you go and talk to him now? It's better to clear things out face to face than on the phone, but what if he doesn't want to talk to you? What if he is so fed up with your childish behavior to talk things out with you?

As if Soonyoung can read your mind, he sighs, “you know Seokmin is not that bad after all, he won't make you feel bad about yourself for misunderstanding a silly situation”.

You nod, “alright, thank you Soonyoung, I'll make sure to talk to him”.

“Finally”, Soonyoung smiles, “let me know if anything happens, good night”.

“Good night”.

Shutting your door, you instantly walk back to your room, changing your sleeping clothes to a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt, taking your phone with you as you get downstairs again. You think you look crazy with how fast you are moving but you don't care.

“Fuck I think that's a stupid idea” reality hits you when you are in the middle of the street, close to Seokmin's place that you know like the back of your hand. You are suddenly too nervous to face him, not knowing what you should say first or what to do, “but what if it's real? What if I never thought of Seokmin only using me? Fuck I hate myself”.

“Should I just go back home?” You ask yourself, but it's too late to do so when you are already in front of his door. Never mind, it's never too late, he is probably sleeping so it's better to talk to him tomorrow.

But your body doesn't listen, instead, you knock at his door, freaking out when you realize what you just did, “I hope he is sleeping, please be asleep” you pray, clutching your shirt that reaches to your thighs, considering turning around and going back to your house.

You are brought to reality when you hear the door open, revealing Seokmin in a pair of gray shorts and black shirt, his black hair is wet and dropped on his forehead. He looks so good. The sight can make you wet if only you weren't this nervous about meeting him.

“Oh? Look who we have here” despite the snarky comment, there is no hint of sarcasm in his tone.

It’s like you lose all your senses when you find yourself grabbing Seokmin's nape, smashing your lips on his in a gentle yet desperate kiss, catching Seokmin off guard, eyes tightly shut as you do, pulling away after a few seconds to ask, “is that true?”.

Seokmin isn't confused, his perfect face shows nothing but seriousness on it, looking kind of intimidating, knowing damn well what you mean, yet he doesn't answer.

“Answer me” you pull his face closer to yours, “is it true that Yuna only lied to me? That you never thought of using me for your own entertainment?”.

Seokmin doesn't budge, “do you really think that low of me?” His hands are flat on the door behind you, shutting it as he leans his back down to match your height.

“I-it's not like that, I just over-overthought everything” you feel a wave of embarrassment inside you as you mutter quietly, not looking at his eyes.

“Sure you did, you didn't even let me talk to you for a minute, do you know how much of a torture that was? Not having my daily little fights with you, not seeing your pretty, angry face? How tortuous it was to only get a small taste of you and you decide to ignore me once again? I almost gave up on having you again” he kisses your ear, strong hand finding its way behind your back, holding your waist tightly.

“I-I didn't know that” you gasp softly, throwing your head back, giving Seokmin access to your neck to leave a trance of wet kisses along the delicate skin.

“I know you didn't” Seokmin sighs, cupping your face in his hands after leaving your neck to look at you, “let's just forget about it, hmm?”.

You shake your head, pressing your body into Seokmin's chest, instantly cutting his words when he looks at you in confusion, “I don’t want to forget about it yet, I want to make it up to you”.

Seokmin feels his shorts start to tighten a bit at the lusty look on your eyes while batting your eyelashes innocently at him, “Sweetie, you know you don't have to-”.

“No, Seokmin, I want it!” You cut him again, looking up at him with begging, due eyes, making Seokmin's breath hitches, “unless you don't want it?” You ask, looking so fucking adorable to deny, much opposite to how your hand sneaks to Seokmin's pelvis, letting it land on his lower belly, just above his dick.

Seokmin curses under his breath, “of course I want it, pretty” he presses his lips on yours rather aggressively, grunting at the taste of your lips that he misses so much. Large hand rubs on the side of your thigh, lifting it to his waist before picking you up easily and walking towards his room with you in his arms, not breaking the hot kiss once.

Seokmin licks your tongue once you open your mouth for him, not hesitating to push his tongue inside and meet yours, letting it tangle with your tongue sloppily as he dominates the kiss. And you already start to feel your panties stick to your cunt. He only parts your lewd makeout to carefully drop you on his bed, taking a quick look at how pretty you look laying on his bed, before getting on top of you again, capturing your swollen lips in his again.

“S-Seokmin!” you yelp against his lips, feeling his cold fingers under your shirt, carefully caressing the soft and warm skin, sending shivers to your body.

He only groans in response, letting his fingers feel the edges of your lacy bra that has his dick throbbing. Pushing your shirt up until it reaches just above your chest.

“So soft” he mutters, giving your plump lips a peck before tracing his kisses to your jaw and neck, marking and licking at the expanse of the soft skin. His hand gently palms at your covered chest, sharp eyes are fixated at sight of you squirming underneath him.

Seokmin takes off your shirt at a rapid pace, drinking on how you look with your bra only. He is shocked at how hard he gets with seeing you in your bra, not so sure how he can handle you without it. Long fingers cautiously find their way to your back, unhooking your bra and pulling it along your arms. The sight of you topless makes him drool, and you blush at the way his eyes linger on your pretty breasts for a bit too long.

“Seokmin, don't keep me waiting” you whine, face heating up and nipples hardening, you almost cover your torso with your arms.

Your pretty, pleading voice brings Seokmin back. He grins, “needy, aren't we?” Despite teasing you, he instantly dips his head down to your breasts, smushing his head into them, kissing the valley of your breasts before taking one of them in his mouth, licking and sucking at the perky nipple, biting on it gently and pulling away lightly with your nipple in between his teeth, before letting it drop back, “they are so fucking pretty”.

Your back arches as loud and sinful moans leave your lips, eyes rolling back and fingers running through Seokmin's wet hair, pushing him deeper into your chest, “f-fuck, M-Min” you breathlessly moan, squirming around due to the overwhelming pleasure that Seokmin is offering to you with just playing with your pretty tits.

Seokmin has a satisfied look on his face as he sucks on your tit, swirling his tongue around the wet nipple, nibbling on it as his other hand is occupied with playing with your other tit, giving it the same attention by playing with it, pinching the nipple hard enough to make you arch your back again, whimpering a mess.

Giving himself a break from bruising your poor tits, Seokmin stares at the beautiful canva he has just made. Soft skin is all covered with red spots everywhere, with the shape of his teeth on some parts of your skin after being bitten so hard by him.

Smiling to himself, Seokmin kisses down your bare torse as he gets lower, placing a one last kiss to your hip bone, hand caressing your thigh as his fingers tugs at the waistband of your shorts, slowly pulling them down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your drenched panties, “as expected, so fucking wet” Seokmin teases, running his long and pretty fingers over the skin of your plush thighs, making you shiver.

“Min, please, touch me already” you plea, rubbing your thighs together, trying to find any friction for your aching cunt.

Seokmin clicks his tongue in disapproval, “quit doing this or else I won't touch you, darling” he demands and you never oblige so fast.

“That's my girl” Seokmin smiles, pulling your thighs apart and rubbing his fingers on your covered pussy, adding enough pressure to your clit, “shit, baby, you're dripping”.

“P-please, Seokmin, I need you so bad, so fucking bad” you lift your hips, chasing Seokmin's fingers when he teasingly hovers them over your cunt. You don't think you've ever gotten desperate to have someone eating you out as much as you do with Seokmin, ever since he brought it up, you kept on thinking about it nonstop, and since it's happening now, you don't want anything but his mouth on you and his tongue deep inside you.

“So desperate, but since you asked so nicely, I shall give it to you” Seokmin rips you out of your panties, forcing your legs apart to see the what he has been fantasizing about for so long now, “such a pretty pussy” Seokmin groans, nuzzling his nose against your bare pussy, inhaling the sweet scent that drives him absolutely mad, feeling his boner so tight in his boxers to the point where he thinks it might pop anytime.

Before you can say anything, Seokmin dives in, flattening his tongue over your folds, licking and lapping at your juices like a mad man. His tongue expertly moves around your fluttering hole, sucking your clit harshly, sharp nose bumps against it with every suck he does.

You cry out, tears threatening to stream down your flushed face, fingers tugging at Seokmin's wet locks a bit too hard at how good he is eating you out. Seokmin's large hand holds your hip tightly at the way you're squirming around, eyes bore at you enough to tell you that he is basically saying to quit moving.

“Taste so good, so fucking good” he slurs into your wet heat like drunk man, drinking your sweet juices like a dehydrated man sucking at your pussy as if he is expecting water to come out. The tip of his tongue slips into your hole and that is it for you.

Without any warning, you come, and come hard over Seokmin's pretty face, staying there to catch your breath before freaking out internally, but once you weakly lift your head to mutter an apology, you're met with a satisfied smile grazing his lips, “did so good for me” he praises, capturing your lips with his in a gentle kiss.

You blush, holding his face to wipe your arousal that is covering his cheek and dripping down to his chin with your fingers, “why aren't you undressing?” You whine breathlessly when you realize that he is still fully clothed while you're completely bare.

Seokmin tilts his head slightly to take your fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean happily, making your breath hitches and your heart beats at the hot act, “I was desperate to claim you, angel, that I forgot to take off my clothes” he chuckles softly.

He presses his soft lips on yours gently, letting you taste yourself before dipping his head back to your pussy, sticking his tongue out to lick away your dripping arousal from your inner thighs to your wet folds.

“Gonna let me fuck you, baby?” He mumbles against your heat, nuzzling his sharp nose on your clit.

“P-please” you whimper, lifting your hips, showing him you are growing impatient to have him inside you.

Seokmin instantly gets up, taking off his loose shirt and exposing his firm torso. You almost bite your lips at the sight of his tan skin, defined abs and buff, veiny arms. Seokmin smirks to himself, loving how he discovers how your eyes settle on his arms for a bit too long, and he thinks he has to flex them on you one day. Taking off his shorts, you see how he is impossibly hard in his boxers, and lord is he big.

Well the answer is obvious when he pushes his boxers down, revealing his massive and hard cock, standing tall against his stomach. Pride swells in his chest when he sees how wide your eyes get, along with your agape mouth.

“Fuck you are so big” you utter quietly.

“Yeah?” Seokmin smirks, holding his dick with one hand and pumping it a few times, getting closer to your cunt with every pump he does. His cock is absolutely delicious, whether to look at or suck on, you might have considered leaving the fuck for later so you can take his big dick inside your mouth instead.

You nod repeatedly, not sure if he is going to fit inside you, yet you want his massive cock to bully your tight pussy more than anything.

He teases your entrance, rubbing his pink tip on your wet folds that have you curling your toes, “j-just fuck me already!”.

“I will, baby, what are you being so uptight for?” Seokmin teases you with a smug grin. It’s not fair that he teases you, and also teases your awaiting cunt, you want to argue about it but you fucking can't when it feels this good already. Seokmin just want to tease the hell out of you despite the urge to shove his dick all the way inside you, fucking you sensless.

You whine his name, the pretty sound urges Seokmin to slip his tip inside your folds, the sudden small stretch, and the slight burn makes you lift your head as a shocked gasp escapes you.

“Y-you're too big, too fucking big!” You cry, arching your back to an impossible degree, gripping his biceps for dear life. His fat tip is enough to make you cum instantly.

“Baby, I'm barely in” Seokmin grunts, trying to hold back the groans from leaving his lips at how tight you are.

Pushing his cock until almost half of his shaft is in you, Seokmin groans, gripping your hips tightly as if you are going to disappear at any moment, “so fucking tight, you need some time to adjust, angel?”.

You shake your head, soft gasps rolling off your tongue and tears streaming down your pretty face at the delicious feeling of Seokmin stretching you out, “n-need you to move”.

Seokmin loses it, he just needed these words to encourage him to move inside your tight, little cunt, and you also are begging him so pretty while crying, so who is he to deny you?

Seokmin pushes himself a bit more until he is balls deep inside you, you swear you can feel him in your throat at this point, he is so deep, reaching certain places you have never known they exist.

“S-Seokmin, please” you cry in frustration, he feels too good inside you to not ruin your pussy.

“F-fuck angel, you feel so good around me, so tight and warm” Seokmin praises, pulling his hips before slamming them back with a forceful one, knocking the air out of you.

His slow thrusts turn into a harsh and fast ones once he feels you relaxing underneath him, fucking into you at a rapid and animalistic pace that has you moaning a mess. You are certain that your hips are bruised now from how hard Seokmin is holding them as he slams into you. Long and hard cock slides in and out of you, making you feel every curve of his dick.

“Can't believe I missed out” you hear Seokmin groans, leaning down to meet your flushed face, wiping your tears with his thumb, “could've made you mine sooner” he mumbles lazily against your lips, yet his hips are still not slowing down a bit.

“F-feels good” you whine, clenching on Seokmin's dick as he works you to your second orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, s-stop clenching around me like that” Seokmin gasps, fisting the sheets right beside your head.

“I'm c-close, so close, y-you're gonna make me cum, min” you wrap your arms around Seokmin's neck, bringing him closer to your naked body.

“Gonna cum for me again, pretty? Cum all over my dick?” Seokmin is dying to get you to cream around his cock, desperate to feel your arousal coating his cock for the first time ever.

You nod, eyes rolled back when you feel the knot in your lower stomach is about to snap, “cumming!” You cry, letting out all of your juices.

“C-cum for me, angel, cum all over this dick as if you own it” you can't help but moan at his words, obligating pretty quickly to his demand.

You feel your own cum dripping down to your thighs, whimpering at the way Seokmin is still fucking you as hard and rough, working himself to his own orgasm.

“Feel so good, pretty, so fucking good” Seokmin nuzzles his gead in the crook of your neck, breathing in your sweet scent.

Just when he feels that he is at the verge of cumming, he pulls himself out of your spent pussy, cumming all over your belly and tits.

“No! I wanted you to fill me up!” You whine, sighing when Seokmin collapses above you, rolling to the side and holding your waist tightly.

“Y-you wanted me to do what?!” Your words catch him off guard.

“Wanted you to stuff me good with your cum” you mumble shyly, resting your head on his chest

Seokmin curses himself internally for feeling himself growing hard again just by your words, “baby, you should have said that while I was still fucking you, I would have fucked all of my cum inside that tight, little pussy of yours”.

You giggle shyly at his words, feeling your cheeks heating up.

“But now that I've made you mine, I'll be sure to stuff you good at every chance I get” Seokmin grins teasingly.

You stay quiet for a bit, making Seokmin think that he has made you uncomfortable or that you don't want to be his just yet, “when did you start to like me?”.

“Gosh Y/N, you scared me” he groans, running his fingers through his locks with his eyes shut.

“I'm serious though!” You pout up at him.

“I don’t know, I guess when you, Soonyoung and I were walking you home, something just didn't settle right with me at the way you and Soonyoung were talking” Seokmin feels heat rushing down to his neck, covering his face with his forearm.

You frown, “you mean because we were flirting?”.

Seokmin just nods in defeat.

“You are so cute, Seokmin, I never thought you would be so jealous” you instantly hug him, giggling at how adorable he looks.

Seokmin groans, hiding his face in your neck.

“You know you don't have to get jealous though, you know better than anyone how flirty and affectionate Soonyoung is” you reassure him with a soft smile, running your fingers through his soft strands.

Seokmin nods, “I know, but I couldn't help it, you even winked that cute wink of yours at him!” Seokmin whines, his hair tickles your neck with every move of his head.

You can't believe this adorable and sweet man is the same man who rocked your world minutes ago.

“I know I did” you tease, chuckling lightly at the way he pouts, “but it's not like you are the only one who felt like that”.

Seokmin shifts his eyes to meet yours in confusion.

“What? Forgot about Yuna?” Your tone is playful yet has some sort of seriousness to it.

Seokmin scoffs, rolling his eyes, “of course I forgot about her, why should I remember her when I've got the prettiest girl here with me”.

You can't stop the smile from forming your lips, along with the blush adoring your cheeks. You hate how smooth he is with his talking, how he is able to fluster you randomly.

“Were you jealous of her?” Seokmin lifts his head, smirking down at you as his fingers run delicately over the skin of your waist.

“Hell nah!” You smack his chest lightly, embarrassed by the way he is making you feel, even though you just admitted that you were indeed feeling jealous when you saw how close Yuna was with Seokmin.

Seokmin laughs, holding you closer to him, “you know I only love you, you know that I've never liked Yuna”.

You nod slowly, feeling relieved at the reassurance from him. Seokmin smiles, pecking your lips gently.

“Anyway, time to take another shower” he jokes, getting up from his bed and yanking you with him, holding you in his arms as he walks to the bathroom.

“Fuck, slow down!” You hiss at the pain on your hips and core, your legs giving out.

“That's why I'm right here with you, baby” Seokmin lifts you carefully, sitting you in his bathtub and letting the warm water run down.

“This is good” you nod as a sigh leaves your chest.

“Round two?” Seokmin gets in with you, hitting your back against his chest as he whispers those two words playfully into your ear.

“You're insane” you breathlessly laugh, but maybe you do let him fucking you again in the warm bathtub.

growing pains : a svt 97 line smau

synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves.

pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader 

notes : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor

will probably contain : food mentions, suggestive humor / content

taglist : open ! send an ask or reply to this post <3

playlists <3

[ parts + note under the cut ]

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seventeen as boyfriends: THE 500 EVENT

hello all, and welcome to fairyhaos' 500 followers event masterlist!

for this event, we'll be having headcanons of each member of seventeen being sent out in the order listed below over the course of 13 days. they will be posted at midnight on the dates listed according to kst time, so stay tuned for each members' editions!

this is an event that i'm holding to thank you for being able to get me to this place. thank you for being so welcoming to me, and appreciative of me and my works. that's something i'm forever going to be grateful for.

and now, onto the works !

︴seventeen as boyfriends

seungcheol edition [05/06]

jeonghan edition [06/06]

joshua edition [07/06]

junhui edition [08/06]

hoshi edition [09/06]

wonwoo edition [10/06]

jihoon edition [11/06]

minghao edition [12/06]

mingyu edition [13/06]

dokyeom edition [14/06]

seungkwan edition [15/06]

hansol edition [16/06]

chan edition [17/06]

event taglist (comment/ send an ask to be added): @rubywonu ,, @cinnamoroxie ,, @belladaises ,, @wheeboo ,, @minhui896 ,, @slytherinshua ,, @kokoiinuts ,, @jun-of-love ,, @dandycharmer ,, @sweet-like-caramel ,, @hannyoontify ,, @doesthismeannothingtoyou ,, @fashionminghao ,, @icysungho ,, @butiluvu

note: my general requests are also now open!! send in reqs for timestamps, reactions, fics, anything at all :)

summary ━ four different departments, four different love stories, all in one hospital; hospitalplaylist!au

pairing — seventeen (he/him) x fem!reader (she/her/they/them)

genre — fluff, angst, smau, more to be added in each part

warning(s) — medical terminology is not 100% accurate, cursing, more to be added in each part

author’s note — my sister got me to watch hospital playlist and i’m still suffering from post concert depression after be the sun so this happened LOL this will be the main masterlist and each story will have its own masterlist from there!

taglist — open for either all svt hospital stories OR specific svt hospital stories.

please refer to and/or fill out my taglist google form on my masterpost that’s pinned on my blog

parts —

‘95 line; general surgery department

‘96 line; neurosurgery department

‘97 line; pediatrics department

maknae line; med school interns

status: tbd | outline | writing | editing | complete

okay imagine like with svt (either ot13 or minghao jihoon and seungkwan pls) you’re studying for some test in eng / a language other than korean and you go to them with like the tiniest handwriting, tons of notes, all on one page all proud and theyre just like “…now wtf does this say bro” love u axie (if i can call u that) take a rest and i love u sooo so much! u can dm me if my req is a little confusing <33

speaking your native language in their presence ♡

a/n. the way i RAN to write this!! it took a moment ngl but phew, i’m done!! thank you for requesting, hopefully you like it roxie!!! and ofc you can call me axie, it makes my heart melt ngl <3

also i had a race with time to finish it before you go on a hiatus i was STRESSING LMAO but i made it 😌

warnings. cursing >:T

oh and for anyone interested i also have enha && skz && bts versions of this!!

┆彡 SEUNGCHEOL [ 승철 ]

mans so used to talking w you in korean that he kind of??? forgot??

so once you were talking with your mom over the phone and his mouth went ajar

like that man was ready to call the exorcist

and then it clicked and he was like oh ☺️

after the shock went away he swore he fell in love over n over again

loves hearing you talk in your native tongue :(

he’s so entertained by it too, like i swear he’s like a kid (affectionate)

you were laying in seungcheol’s arms, head nuzzled into his neck. his big arms held you tightly and he softly drew shapes onto your skin.

“and… seventeen?” his question made you smile. you translated how the number sounds in your native language.

and cheol started giggling.

“sev…enteen… it’s so.. rustly” he chuckled, attempting to say it “oh! what about our songs?”

“well… hot would be hot” you barely finished and seungcheol was giggling like a teenager. it was so contagious that you couldn’t help but start laughing too. but then he attempted to say it and failed horribly, causing a full on hysteric laughter from both of you.

maybe it was the late hour or his failed attempts. whatever it was, it felt so heartwarming.

he will learn with your help a couple of basic phrases!!

due to his busy schedule he can’t study on his own but once he has some free time he’s doing those duolingo lessons LIKE A FREAK

oh and also

if he’s pouting bc he’s in a bad mood, all it takes is a kiss and a nickname thrown at him in your native language ^_^

┆彡 JEONGHAN [ 정한 ]

he’s like a cat – curious but won’t let it show

shushes everyone in the room if you’re talking to your friends or parents in your native language through the phone :”)

obviously so they hear you better duh (not because he wants to listen, duh)

will learn some phrases on his own so you two can communicate (and cheat) while you’re playing games w his friends hehe

he absolutely fell in love with the kitchen of your home country like 😭😭😭

and and he absolutely adores the names of the dishes, esp when you pronounce them so effortlessly

it unlocked something in him….. sure he had a soft spot for you but now oh boy

“hannie…” you whined, tugging his sleeve.

you had a small fight, well… more of a disagreement: he wanted some ramyeon and you were craving (dish name). obviously he folded in half and knew he’s done for the second the dish name rolled off your tongue so satisfyingly.

“please? we didn’t have it in a while! we can order (dish name no2) too? pleasepleasepleaseee” you pouted. jeonghan sighed dramatically, raising his eyebrows.

“okay. but say it one more time” he grunted, a smile creeping on his face.

“you’re so weird” you mumbled amusingly in your native language and he frowned

“hey, i understood that!” jeonghan scoffed, causing you to chuckle.

he looks at you with literal hearts in his eyes whenever you speak your native language, just saying <\\3

when he’s feeling extremely soft, usually when you’re about to go to sleep cuddled n all, he’ll ask you to just whisper some random stories

it lulls him to sleep so fast

please also caress his hair he’ll melt on spot 🥹

┆彡 JOSHUA [ 조슈아 ]

he knows the struggles of feeling away from home so the second you start feeling homesick he’s there to make you feel better:”)

shua loves hearing you mutter some random words, for example when you’re counting or something

will also ask for music recommendations and he will learn some of the songs so he can sing them while playing the guitar

also he’s INVESTED

like,, shua will watch you scribble down in your mother tongue mesmerised

it’s not that fun, however, when you’re in a rush and you left him a note with a grocery list scribbled down

… and a couple of things in your native language…. messily written that even the translator doesn’t understand it…

“uhhh… y/n, darling?” joshua’s voice rung in your ears as you picked up the incoming face time call. you smiled upon seeing his cute but puzzled face.

“yes, baby? also good morning to you too” you hummed, fixing your earphones. his face lit up upon seeing you

“oh woah, you look good today. but i’m in a bit of a pickle…” he hesitated, the camera turning around. you noticed the note you left behind and your eyes widened upon realising that you wrote some of the items in (language name).

“oh” you giggled.

“oh indeed” he shook his head with a loving smile “and even the translator doesn’t–“

“it’s butter, flour and cucumbers” you explained and joshua let out a dramatic, relieved sigh

he notes down the words after such incidents so he doesn’t have to call you eveytime

and it’s safe to say that he’s build a quite big vocabulary so far

and he’s always so proud like

“hey y/n i bought the (cucumbers in your language) you wanted!” with the widest grin ever

┆彡 JUNHUI [ 文俊辉 ]

my mans woke up one day and decided to learn your language

bought books, textbooks, audiobooks, duolingo plus (or premium, however it’s called) and casually managed to learn A LOT

he just loves the way it sounds and aspires to talk so fluently like you

ofc he knows he still has a lot to learn but don’t underestimate him

and the main reason when he’s gonna use it it’s just… bothering you ^_^

“–and then he gave me flowers! yeah! he’s the sweetest!” you were gossiping with your bestie over the phone, peeking at jun calmly reading a book “ugh, i know! i know, i know, i know, shut up!”

jun just smirked, getting ready to say something.

“trust me, i’d drop on my knee right here right now if i weren’t such a chicken” you giggled and blush creeped on your cheeks when you met your boyfriend’s curious gaze

“i’d prefer to do it, to be honest, but you’re such a cutie” jun said calmly in (language name) and casually returned to his book. your mouth fell ajar as your bestie started squealing over the fact that he spoke (language name)… apparently.

jun just winked and you cleared your throat, hanging up quickly.

“what was that?!” you laughed and he just shook his head with a mischievous smile.

he’s such a gremlin >:(

so yeah, expect him to start spilling tea in your native language as an excuse to 1) spend more time w you 2) practice his skills

but as i said he’s??? like?? almost fluent??? his accent is so so adorable too <|\3

he’s so smug abt it as well

like if you ask him, he’ll pretend like he doesn’t know a thing in (language name)

but if he’s abt to bully you (affectionately) he’ll come up with the most creative nicknames known to a humankind

also, if you have siblings… he WILL gossip w them in your mother tongue too 😐

┆彡 SOONYOUNG [ 순영 ]

oh boy.

he’s so so curious to hear you say even one (1) thing in your language

but totally misses it when you actually say some words throughout the day

obviously knows one word: tiger (wow shocking?!!!)

and uses it sm 😭 he has your contact name written as my tiger but my is in korean and tiger in your native language 🥹

he calls you like that often, it’s like a new nickname for you

he may be not so invested into actually learning it but your culture tho!!! esp dancing n music… sigh <\\3

you stepped into your apartment, the weight of this tiring day on your shoulders. as you lazily took off your shoes and put the bag with groceries into the ground you realised something.

the song playing in the background was strangely similar. suddenly it clicked. it was a popular song by an artist from your country! just when you realised, the sound of shoes squeaking against the wooden floor stopped.

“are you dancing to… (song title)?” you breathed out as your boyfriend popped out from behind the corner.

“yeah! i love the vibe of the song!” he grinned and gave you a welcome kiss. after pulling away you could see the gears were turning in his head “could you translate the lyrics?”

as you made your way to the practice room, you hummed the song underneath your breath. and in this moment soonyoung’s heart skipped a beat.

since that moment it’s like a routine that you sing/hum him to sleep some songs in your native language

or just whisper some stories

he’s out like a baby fr

ALSO

a big enjoyer of the soap operas

he’ll binge them with you or alone and be actually invested in the drama

that’s how he also learned curse words ☺️☺️

┆彡 WONWOO [ 원우 ]

oh my precious nonu :((

he adores it sm when you speak your native language

when you’re shy abt it he just has to use all of his willpower to prevent himself from squealing like a teenage girl

will ask you to teach him and it’s just so so soft *screams*

you’ll be laying in bed, in his arms as you read through the textbook and explain the grammar of the sentence given

and he’ll repeat it in tiny 🥹

it’s so so wholesome

but.

you let out a sigh, the grasp on your mouse tightening. wonwoo noticed and let out a chuckle.

“what’s up?” he asked, peeking at your screen.

“the fucking skeleton won’t leave me alone” you grunted in your mother tongue, earning a gasp from him. suddenly the arrow that the minecraft skeleton shot hit you and you fell down from the tree at top of which were you hiding “fuck!”

“baby!” he laughed hysterically, his head thrown back. your eyes widened, realising the curse words

“sorry! why is this stupid block game making me emotional?! ignore me” you scoffed and he just shook his head, smiling proudly at the new knowledge he obtained.

he finds it so endearing when you swear in your native language 😭😭😭

and it’s such a bad habit, especially when you play games together, that he started doing it too???

wonwoo laughs that you’re a bad influence but secretly he loves the way the curses roll of tongue 😭😭

┆彡 JIHOON [ 지훈 ]

you could sneeze and you’re literally inspiring him to write 82837492 songs

so when he heard you talk in (language name) he was just like in another dimension

he’s smiling like an idiot fr his friends thought something was wrong but it was just you <3

uh however he kind of… never saw your handwriting in (language name)

and once you were studying for an important exam and mans had a heart attack

“hey y/nnie have you seen my…?” his voice died out in his throat upon seeing you and your notes. they were all scribbled in a tiny handwriting in some… letters he didn’t fully recognise. you had like five A4 pages of such notes.

jihoon blinked repeatedly, trying to think if he wasn’t in the sun for too long today – his eyes must be playing a trick on him.

“look! im so happy with the outcome, it looks so cute!” you grinned and turned around to see him almost hyperventilating “hoonie?”

“what–“ he frowned, pointing with his finger at one of the pages. what is going on?

“it’s in (language name), dumbass” you scoffed, everything suddenly making sense to him “it helps me understand stuff better”

“oh” he grunted, shifting his gaze to the page with little drawings “what does it say?”

“oh it’s the–“ you started explaining, throwing in some words in your mother tongue subconsciously. he just smiled and listened attentively.

lmao

regarding that, he enjoys just listening to you as you study and whisper some of the words/sentences in your mother tongue!

it really calms him down and usually puts to sleep to <\\\3

oh oh! and when you caress his hair while doing so… ah, he’s so whipped

he has tons of songs that are unreleased… and yes, you guessed correctly, with your consent he used some of your voice memos n all in the background

the songs are so cute :( he’s really proud of them too!! and it’s so sweet that it’s just… for the both of you <3

please leave in his studio some “i love you!” or “have a good day” sticky notes, preferably in (language name) or with translations?! he’ll melt :[

also another one that reaaaally likes the curse words >:T

┆彡 SEOKMIN [ 석민 ]

from the moment he met you he was always curious about your culture n native language but never pushed you to speak it n all

and gradually while dating him you started using it more and he started paying more attention

like he didn’t notice before that the funny sound you do while dropping something is actually cursing! 😀

what’s surprising, he understands a lot – maybe it’s the context or just some magical powers

but sometimes you can communicate like you say something in (language name) and he answers in korean bc he understood

and he’s so so in love with your accent and the way your face lights up when you speak it your mother of tongue

but for the love of god please – somehow – stop speaking it in your sleep, he’s gonna have a heart attack one day 🥰🥰

dokyeom stirred in his sleep, slowly waking up. he wasn’t sure why but suddenly he heard something.

it was definitely something. he sat straightly, narrowing his brows confused. what is that sound? is that a burglar? or…?

he looked over at you. no, you were sleeping peacefully. seokmin looked around the dark room, his heart speeding up. was this a nightmare? or was he just going insane?

then again. no, it must be someone saying something. something that he can’t understand.

then it clicked and he looked at you. your mouth was moving slightly, incoherent (language name) words being spoken.

he scoffed and went back to sleep, pulling you closer.

it took him so much time to get used to that but anyways 🏃‍♀️💨

and he’ll definitely make fun of you for that too (as if he didn’t have a whole ass jumpscare)

he absolutely adores ballads in (language name), it’s like his new obsession

and he tries to sing them, with the cutest accent ever :(

will occasionally twist some words but it’s okay, he’s enjoying himself 🫶

┆彡 MINGYU [ 민규 ]

this dork

he always acknowledged your native language n all but unlike dk he asks u to speak it 24/7

like, you don’t get it: he’s obsessed.

you could insult him in his face in (language name) and he’ll look at you with hearts in his eyes

he wants to learn it, he really does, but it’s just so frustrating when he fails :(

mingyu was sitting at the dinner table, his food long forgotten while he was biting at the end of the pencil. glasses sitting at the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed.

“gyu? you’re still here?” your voice snapped him back to reality, eyes widening. you rubbed your eyes.

“yeah i just don’t get it…” he whined, shoulders slumping “i understand the words but they don’t make a logical sentence in my head”

“baby…” you chuckled softly and stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your chin on his shoulder.

he grabbed his food, cold now, and slowly chewed on it as you explained everything.

“because look. this word, what does it mean?” you asked, noticing that he’s eating so you just scoffed and continued “girl, right? but this ending here added means girl’s. and this? old. but those letters here? they make it an adjective, so…?”

“older?” he asked, puppy eyes glaring at you with adoration. you nodded with encouragement and he tried again “so… the girl’s older brother had a dog?”

“yeah! good job baby! now let’s go to sleep, hm? i’m tired” you giggled and pecked his cheek. he nodded proudly.

kisses really motivate him btw >:)

he watches those yt videos of people teaching and giving tips but he loves when you give him private tutoring lessons 🫶

will often cook you some regional dishes in return

generally, he enjoys exploring your national cuisine ^_^

also would love to go to (country name) w you and take some pics…

… or propose there

so just go there w him already! 🙄

┆彡 MINGHAO [ 徐明浩 ]

shut up i want him

you’re each other’s private tour guides 😭

museum dates are such a must, and you’re just talking abt something that impacted a certain artwork (like cultural event in history or something) and he just listens genuinely interested!! and vice versa

loves when you read out loud poetry in your native language :(

started taking lessons?? like one day you woke up and he was just on a zoom call saying something like “my name is minghao” with the cutest smile ever

and you’re like?????

he’s such a fast learner 🥹 hao believes it’s because he truly wants to learn in order to communicate with you 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

but that didn’t prepare you for what was about to come next…

don’t let him near your parents. he WILL gossip with them abt you.

“does she swear a lot?” your mom’s voice reached your ears as you walked into the your apartment, grocery bags in your hands. your parents were visiting you and minghao but…

“like a sailor! no, i’m joking. of course she doesn’t. she does snore a lot, though” your boyfriend giggled and you let out a dramatic gasp.

“hao!” you whined and they both looked at you, not really caring that you’re here now.

“i guess she has that after her father” your mom chuckled and minghao noticed her tea is almost finished, so he poured some more in “oh, you’re such a gentleman”

“it would be a crime if i wasn’t in a presence of such an beautiful lady” he hummed and sent you a playful look. you just rolled your eyes and started unpacking the groceries.

“gentleman my ass” you grunted quietly.

“y/n!” your mom frowned and suddenly you heard someone standing up. in no time minghao hugged you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck

“i just told your mom you don’t swear, honey” he murmured in korean

“well, ass is not a swear word” you pouted. minghao chuckled and helped you unpack the bag.

“you’re right, it’s a part of human body but i am surely more than that” your boyfriend teased and you just nudged his arm, rolling your eyes once again.

i feel like it might take a while but he’ll actually manage to be fluent?

so when you sadly forget a bit of (language name) due to mostly using korean and make a mistake, it’s almost like that mingyu-joshua moment

and hao is the one correcting you 😭

and your just like?? excuse me?? it was just a mispronunciation🙄☝️

but he doesn’t let it go and teases you >:(

┆彡 SEUNGKWAN [ 승관 ]

he straight up asked you one day to teach him some (language name) bc he thought it sounded cute <|3

and you’re like 🥹 yeah 🥹

but uh, he’s not a very patient student and gives up quickly 😭😭

but it’s okay!! he tried n also has a busy schedule so it’s understandable

nevertheless, he still adores when you speak your mother tongue

esp when you call him nicknames sigh

however our lovely boo kind of forgot how the written letters vary from spoken words

“what are you doing?” seugkwan hummed intrigued upon seeing you scribble something on paper. you looked up and met his soft gaze.

“oh, this? this is a crossword! korean ones are still too difficult for me so my friend sent me a couple of those in (language name)” you explained and tapped the paper with the tip of your pencil. he frowned, looking at the letters in brackets

“what the fuck” kwan grunted confused. not only he didn’t recognise some of the letters but it was also the fact that they were going vertically. you scoffed and let out a sudden gasp, filling in a new word. seungkwan watched you amused, how swiftly you wrote down the letters on paper “what is it?”

“it’s umm, a historical reference. a surname of one guy, you know” you hummed. seungkwan sat down next to you and watched you fill the crossword, occasionally translating the questions and words you put in while you explained what they meant and why were they the answer.

in no time this turned into a couple activity: sometimes like this, sometimes he did a korean one and you watched, sometimes you solved them at the same time - him in korean, you in your mother tongue

he learned a lot of words thanks to this

and he has the cutest accent ever like i swear 🥹

seungkwan loves watching soap operas too like he lives for the drama

often repeats (shouts) what the characters are shouting too LMAO

so you’re chilling and suddenly you hear “get out of my house! now!” with his accent

also watches movies n animations in (language name) to learn some new words

he knows all the disney songs in (language) and majority of them he knows by a heart <\3

so you just sometimes blast let it go or under the sea in (language name) and sing along >_<

┆彡 VERNON [ 버논 ]

this menace

he’s so chill about it

secretly loves when you accidentally sneak some words in your language it’s just so adorable

or when you forget a word and try to describe it… n then you give up and say it in (language name) just to see him smile <\\\\3

he decided that he’ll learn some random words??? like for example he just likes how umbrella sounds in (language name) so he just?? learned how to spell and say it

and uses it in random moments too like he’s so goofy <\3

you were casually chatting with his members, a raging discussion about whether mint chocolate ice cream is such a controversial topic in your country as well.

“i wouldn’t say so? people don’t… really care? a lot of people i know like it, actually! a bigger dispute would rather be some casual stuff like, do you sleep in socks or not… or which goes first: cereal or milk” you explained, looking at vernon. you could almost hear gears turning in his head, knowing what’s about to come

“toothpick” he said in (language name) suddenly, causing everyone to look at him confused. you started laughing at how serious he was when he said it; he started laughing too, it was simply contagious.

his friends looked at you completely flabbergasted, not sure what happened.

“i think they officially lost it” minghao mumbled, a smile creeping on his lips as you and vernon laughed like maniacs.

he always finds the most unfunny memes funny, like it could be even a meme from 2015 and he’d laugh

sends them to you too

and surprisingly?? he’s on track with the newest memes in your country like??

will know the most basic phrases too but sometimes mixes them

do you hand him a piece of orange bc he asked you to and then he goes “goodbye”

and you’re like?? 😭

but he tried okay?!

┆彡 CHAN [ 찬 ]

chan is super hyped about hearing you talk in (language name), it just amazes him how easily you switch between languages

but he never asked u to speak to him bc he didn’t want to feel you pressured or something

but whenever at home you just forget a word he loves when you say it in (language name) even if he doesn’t understand shit

or when you’re just so excited and into a convo and you don’t notice that you sneaked a few foreign words :”)

he always repeats them after you quietly ^_^

one day though, he’s just feeling soft and tired and his brain shut off

“y/n… can you say something in (language name)?” chan whispered suddenly, forcing his eyes to open and peek at you. you hummed, pushing some stray strands of hair that fell onto his forehead. laying on your sides but facing each other, chan noticed how your cheeks flushed pink.

“well… you’re not going to understand me anyways but… i love you. so, so much. i’m so grateful to have you in my life, you make me feel at ease. i can’t imagine my life without you…” you hummed and he noticed how your voice broke when you started the next sentence “and it hurts me to see when you put too much pressure on yourself, baby. you think you’re not good enough but to me, your members and your fans… and literally everyone else, you are. you so are, channie…”

he panicked once you teared up, fully awake. chan pulled you closer, calming you down

“i’m sorry” he mumbled, heart breaking at the sound of your sobs. you just scoffed, shaking your head

“don’t apologise, i just love you so much” you mumbled into his shirt and he swore he was about to melt.

i feel like deep down he knew what you meant <\3

anyways,,

if he hears about one (1) event even slightly connected with (country name) he’ll drag you there so you can feel at home for a moment (as if he’s not your home) and also translate some stuff for him

absolutely loves when you call him nicknames in your mother tongue, like

you could call him the goofiest and cheesiest nickname and he’s squealing like a teenage girl

but then he calls you the same or finds some new nicknames on the internet

sometimes to make you laugh or confuse he’ll put a sentence or a question to google translate and it’ll just… translate it so bad

“what do you mean ‘where’s the broccoli dog??’” you frown and he just laughs his ass off bc 1) it mistranslated OR 2) he purposely put some silly stuff to make you puzzled

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helloo >___< this is my first time to do something like thiss so… can you do something like a reaction of seventeen when they kiss their someone and reader responds w “stop i have a bf” as a joke ! i just saw it on tiktok ! i hope u get it t___t

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kissing prank with seventeen | OT13

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL 

𓆩♡𓆪 You decided to prank him as he was leaving for work, thinking he’d be too distracted to notice. “Okay, see you tonight, honey,” he put a hand on your cheek and gave you a quick peck. “What are you doing? I have a boyfriend.” His brain malfunctioned for a second and he just stood there with furrowed brows and a confused face. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND. I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND.” Turns into a whiny, pouty and ANGRY baby, not liking your prank whatsoever. You had to remind him he’d be late for practice, but he’d not care at all. You’d  have to apologise with lots of kisses, but he’d probably still be sulky. 

YOON JEONGHAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 He’d catch onto your prank immediately. You can’t outdo the doer, period. He walked up to you, as you entered the house, kissing you gently. You tried to put on your best act, as you knew he wasn’t easy to fool. “You can’t kiss me, Hannie. I have a boyfriend,” you said in a hushed tone. He’d simply look at you with a straight face and go “yeah, sure. How was work, by the way?” and walked away, with no reaction at all. You’d be a bit sad that it didn’t work, but still, it’s not like you had big expectations for it to work. Jeonghan would notice your reaction to the failed prank and give you some extra kisses as an apology. 

HONG JOSHUA 

𓆩♡𓆪 Would be so confused, because he didn’t understand the prank. “Hey darling, what do you want for dinner?” he’d come up to you and peck the corner of your lips. “Joshua!” “What?” “I have a boyfriend, you can’t kiss me.” You could see his brain trying to comprehend what you’d just said. “Well yeah, I’m your boyfriend?” he’d say and give you a confused look. You’d just roll your eyes and try to explain the prank. At first he’d think that you meant that your relationship was a prank, which made you facepalm yourself. “Forget it. Let’s order dinner.” 

WEN JUNHUI 

𓆩♡𓆪 Please, it would make him so upset. You were watching a TV show, and at some point he leaned in to give you a sweet kiss. “Stop, I have a boyfriend,” you said, trying your best to keep a straight face. “Oh, okay,” he’d say and turn his gaze away from you. It would take him a couple of seconds to understand what exactly you’d just said. He’d scoff at you and scoot to the other edge of the couch, to get as far away from you as he possibly could. “That wasn’t funny,” he’d say and cross his arms, like an angry child. You’d laugh at his reaction and throw yourself at him, hugging him tightly. 

KWON SOONYOUNG 

𓆩♡𓆪 “Get away from me, Soonyoung. I have a boyfriend.” Would be up and ready to fight your imaginary boyfriend. Wouldn't care and wouldn’t listen to you trying to explain that it was just a silly prank, taking it WAY too seriously. It would take some time for him to calm down and listen to you, finally understanding that you didn’t mean what you said. He’d try to give you a silent treatment for making fun of him, but would give up after seeing your upset expression. 

JEON WONWOO

𓆩♡𓆪 Another one that you cannot prank. You’d be at a dinner with your friends, and when he made sure that no one was paying attention, gave you a quick peck on your lips. “Wonwoo, you can’t do that. I have a boyfriend,” you’d try to sound as offended as you could. You’d also give yourself right away, as you started laughing at his unbothered and slightly annoyed expression. He'd probably give you a side eye as well, finding your little prank silly and pointless. “You’re so bad at this, it’s almost hilarious.” In the end, he’d have to apologise in kisses, as you accused him of being mean to you. 

LEE JIHOON

𓆩♡𓆪 Kissing pranks on Jihoon is like one of the worst ideas ever, you’re not sure what exactly had gotten into you. It would be on one of the rare occasions where he would kiss out of his own will. “Stop,” you’d put a hand on his chest. “I have a boyfriend.” His face would go blank, no emotions apparent whatsoever. He’d roll his eyes at you and smirk with a head shake. “You seriously thought this would work?” he’d ask. “No?” Lesson learned, never try to prank Jihoon. 

XU MINGHAO 

𓆩♡𓆪 One of the many drama queens. “You look adorable today,” he’d giggle and kiss you lovingly. “Stop Hao, I have a boyfriend,” you’d say and push him away. The second these words left your mouth, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened in disbelief. At first he wouldn't be able to say anything, being taken aback with your words, but would throw a tantrum right after. He’d gesticulate with his hands in annoyance and get so petty with you, making you taste your own medicine. Would probably ignore you for the rest of the day, until he started to miss you. 

KIM MINGYU 

𓆩♡𓆪 You loved tricking Mingyu, as he almost never caught up to the fact that he was being pranked. He’d kiss you before going to bed, already half asleep. “I have a boyfriend, Mingyu, you can’t just kiss me.” you’d say in a worried tone, making his eyes go wide in surprise. “Oh, right. Sorry,” he’d say and waddle to the bedroom. You’d stay in the same place, crossing your arms and waiting for him to realise. “YOU HAVE A WHAT?” he’d yell from the bedroom. Would be so sad and sulky after, you’d have to be the small spoon for the night, reassuring you that he’s your one and only. 

LEE SEOKMIN 

𓆩♡𓆪 Don’t do this to him. Just don’t. He’d lean to give you a peck, but you’d stop him before he could reach you. “I’m sorry, but I have a boyfriend.” He’d give you an apologetic look and say that it’s okay. He was about to continue what he was doing before, but as he saw your eyes welling up in tears from trying to hold in your laughter, he would understand he was being pranked. He would jokingly start yelling at you, and whine that you’re just being mean to him. You wouldn’t be able to resist his cute expression and kiss his lips and cheeks in a silent apology.

BOO SEUNGKWAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 Another drama queen. “Stop this Seungkwan. I have a boyfriend, you can’t kiss me.” Would throw hands and whine until you didn’t apologise and even then he would still be SO petty. Would not return any of your affection for the rest of the day, side eyeing you constantly and scoffing at everything you’d say. If anyone asked what was wrong, he'd spend the next ten minutes complaining how annoying and ungrateful you are. Would not even bother to listen to your explanation, saying right away, that he doesn’t find your pranks funny. 

CHWE VERNON 

𓆩♡𓆪 No reaction, face blank. He’d plop next to you on the couch, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek. “Stop, I have a boyfriend,” you’d distance yourself from him, reaching casually for the snacks laying on the table. Would look at you with a straight face, not amused at all. “Where did you get that from? Tik tok?” He couldn’t help but laugh when he saw your annoyed expression, which meant that in fact yes, you got it from Tik Tok. “Ugh, you’re no fun.” “Sure I am, your pranks just suck.” 

LEE CHAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 This baby. You heard about the prank from your friends, and you were curious how your boyfriend would react. “I had so much fun today,” he said, as you neared your apartment. He’d stop under one of the post lamps and give you a passionate kiss. You'd push him away “Chan, I have a boyfriend,” you’d say seriously. His heart would break at those words and sadness would appear on his face. “Wha- What do you mean you have a boyfriend?” Seeing his reaction, you wouldn’t have the heart to keep it going and hug him tightly, as you explained that it was simply a prank.

how seventeen react to their s/o falling asleep during pillow talk

requested by anon : "hii how do you think svt would react if you were talking in bed cuddling before sleeping and (pillow talk one of my fave things ever omg) and they were rambling and suddenly they look at you and you're asleep?"

notes: haha this one really is so adorable

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seungcheol

he's in the middle of trying to give you tips on how to get through a tiring day bc you'd told him you've been having an exhausting week, but when he looks over at you while talking about conversation tactics he sees you've fallen asleep on his shoulder, snuffling quietly in your sleep. he just smiles, soft, putting an arm around you and adjusting you so that you're in a more comfortable position, kissing you on the forehead goodnight

jeonghan

definitely wakes you up. not in a 'startling you awake' kind of way, tho. he just shakes your shoulder gently, whispering that you fell asleep while he was telling you how much he loves him. laughs softly when you murmur blurrily that you didn't mean to, and just kisses your forehead and tells you that it's okay, that he loves you anyway, that he's always going to love you no matter what

joshua

doesn't wake you up, but pretends that he is. pinches your cheek, brushes the hair out of your face, smiling down at your relaxed expression. whispers scoldings to you for falling asleep while he's talking—he's not that boring, you brat—before snuggling next to you and closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep too, the 'i love you' on his tongue and whispered in his dreams

junhui

carries on talking. if he talks for long enough then his voice and what he's saying can enter your brain and it'll influence your dreams right?? he doesn't exactly know the logistics of that, but if he holds you in his arms and keeps talking mindlessly about the random things you did today that made him smile, then hopefully he can make you smile in your dreams too

hoshi

is whispering all "hey >:((( you fell asleep >:(((" even though you literally are, like, asleep. like he said. rambles about how heartbroken he is, bc literally he's here talking about how incredible his day was and now you're asleep??? drifts off with you sleeping on his shoulder and blurred words of "i just really love you okay" on his lips

wonwoo

he's been watching you the entire time, of course he saw when your eyes started drooping and you fell asleep next to him. just smiles and gently gathers you in his arms, closing his eyes against you and preparing to fall asleep too. it's not like you both were talking about anything that important, anyway. 

woozi

he wanted you to fall asleep tbh. he came back from work really late and was surprised to find you up, waiting for him. talked to you quietly for a few minutes, but after a moment passes where his question hangs in the air unanswered, he knows you've drifted off. some part of him is touched you stayed up when it's obvious you were so tired, and the other part is exasperated that you stayed up when it's obvious you were so tired

minghao

he's explaining some new philosophical idea he learned that day when he feels your breathing slow beside him, no longer humming in acknowledgement when he pauses. he doesn't say anything about it, just letting his voice peter out naturally, his hand finding your cheek in the darkness to rub a thumb over your cheekbone, soft and fond, making a mental note to tell you about the theory of solipsism later

mingyu

probably falls asleep before you tbh. one minute he's spooning you and telling you about his day, and the next minute, he pauses to take a breath and then suddenly lets out a quiet snore. it makes you laugh, a little, at how suddenly he fell asleep, but you just close your eyes too, his gentle snuffles warm on your neck, his arm a comforting weight over your waist. 

dokyeom

pouts to himself, bc he's not that boring is he??? kisses your forehead and promises himself that he's going to sulk and whine the next morning but you wake him up with such a lovely smile saying that you're sorry for falling asleep on him last night :((( and it's so sweet that instantly all thoughts of pouting and whining are out of the window as he just squishes you into a hug

seungkwan

listening to seungkwan talk is just so… relaxing, actually, so it's happened a lot while you're in bed after a long day and he tells you in a soft voice about everything that's happened. he holds you on his chest, arm around your shoulders, and pillow talk with him is basically just him talking you to sleep more than anything else

vernon

hansol is probably the type of guy who wants to hear about your day rather than rambling about his, so you end up falling asleep on him while telling him about the weird thing that your friend did today. your voice gets drowsier, taking longer to continue after you pause, so he just laughs softly and gathers you in his arms, telling you it's okay and you can tell him later, but now it's probably a good idea to go to sleep

chan

notices it the second that you're no longer making little humming noises whenever he takes a break in the middle of what he's saying. looks over to see you, head half buried in the blankets, in deep sleep and just sighs fondly. strokes the hair out of your face, goes "what am i going to do with you?" all sweet and adoring before settling into bed himself, whispering "sweet dreams" before he closes his eyes

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lost you now | j.ww + l.sm

pairing: prince!wonwoo x reader, seokmin x reader

genre: angst, fluff, royal au

w/c: 1.2K

warnings: none

summary: every day you get ignored by your husband and every day you hope and wish for somethign to change. it's only now that you realise nothing will change and that jeon wonwoo will continue to ignore you and it was tiem for something new.

a/n: ANGST!

Every morning you woke up to an empty bed and this morning was no exception. You had hoped that he would have the conscience to at least stay with you considering it was your birthday but no. Sighing, you got out of your bed, wrapping the silk robe around your body. The empty room only seemed cold and far away. 

There was once upon a time where you had dreamed of marrying the prince. Ever since you were young, your life had been planned out and ever since you were young you had been in love with the beautiful Jeon Wonwoo, your betrothed. The crown prince was two years your senior and the moment you were introduced to him when you were 5 he had hated you. The look of disgust and hate gave you shivers but your longing didn't waver. How could it?

Even though he had refused to spend your wedding night with you, refused to speak with you unless necessary, refused to even try to make the marriage work you never gave up. You did everything you could, being the crown princess was what you trained for. You tried to strike up a conversation, tried to melt his cold heart. You tried so hard. 

Now you couldn’t, not anymore.

Wonwoo was already sitting down having breakfast and when you walked in he didn't even acknowledge your existence so you didn’t acknowledge his. You didn’t say a word as you ate your food, passing to read if there was anything interesting going on in the village today. A carnival poster caught your eyes, colours splattered and spread, bold words printed across. You smiled, plans etching in your mind. 

Wonwoo looked up when you placed down your fork before leaving. He saw how you simply walked out, eyes bright with...something. You didn't try to talk to him like you usually did, not that he minded, he liked the silence. It was just weird. Were you scheming something? Nevertheless, he just shrugged off whatever feeling was bubbling in his heart. He's a busy man, he couldn’t spend all his attention on you.

The sun was shining and people were bustling around, you held the stick of cotton candy in one hand and tried to get to a less crowded area. You never really got the opportunity to explore the kingdom so you were determined to make this count. However, it was hard to have fun when you didn't even know where to start. You had never really been allowed to do these things so everything was very overwhelming. 

“Hey, you alright?” You jumped at the low voice from behind you. A pair of arms held you still, catching you as you nearly fell. “Easy there sweetheart.”

You turned around to see a man, not much older than you. Red-orange hair and big kind eyes. There was a golden glow to his face and you’re not sure if it was his tan or because of his grin. You blinked a few times, not knowing what to say. There was a twinkle of amusement in them as he chuckled. The sound made you feel a sort of way but you shook it off.

“You look like a lost lamb.” The man looked around. “Are you here on your own?”

“Yes.” You replied, taking a bite out of your cotton candy. “I’m celebrating my birthday.”

He frowned. “Here I thought you’d at least have an escort. Well, you were looking around like you had no clue where to go, I thought it would be nice to offer my help. I’m Seokmin by the way.” 

You smiled at the kind gesture. “I’m Y/n. I do, in fact, need some help.”

Seokmin let out a laugh. “Well, let’s make this the best birthday yet.” He offered his hand for you to hold and you looked at it hesitantly before taking it. 

And just like that, another door opened up.

There was something off about Wonwoo’s day. He hadn’t seen you anywhere in the palace and there was a chance you could be outside but then he would have seen you considering his office faced the gardens. You weren’t one to wander, your family made sure of that. 

The whole day there was something bugging him and it was only now that he sat at the dinner table, opposite your empty seat that he realised that you weren’t here. He was not worried, just curious. You were never late so this was new.

Just as he was about to dig into his food you came barging in, smiling brightly like unlike anything he’s ever seen before. It was unsettling.

“What are you doing?”

You looked at him, only then realising that he’s there. “Oh…” You looked at your empty chair. “Well, I’ve already had dinner, so I’ll be retiring to my room.” 

Wonwoo blinked cluelessly as he watched as you skipped away. He was too stunned. You disappeared for the whole day and came back like you had just won the lottery. There was something terribly wrong but he refused to acknowledge it. Instead he went to sleep that night staring at your back, something that he’d never done before.

The week gradually got weirder. It was almost like you were teleporting out of the palace. Wonwoo never really noticed your presence but now that you were never there it was getting quite worrying. So when you finally came home one evening he’d prepared everything. 

When he heard you open the door to the bedroom, he was rushing to greet you, determined to figure out what’s going on. 

“Where have you been going off to?” He asked as soon as you came in which caught you off guard. 

You blinked, narrowing your eyes. “Places.”

“Where?”

“Meeting a friend.”

“Well…” Wonwoo knew you're lying but he didn't know how to prove it. “Want to go for a walk tomorrow?”

This made you stop, body freezing mid-stride. You stared at him dumbfounded.

“A walk?” Wonwoo nodded. “Tomorrow?” He nodded again. You sighed. “Fine.”

That night, Wonwoo fell asleep, chest light as a new feeling blossomed in his chest.

It was awkward, so so awkward. There was an impending silence that made both of you feel really uncomfortable. Wonwoo didn’t really know what to do or what you were thinking. You weren’t even looking at him. 

He thought back to when you'd constantly try to talk or get his attention. You were always kind and sweet and he would always brush you off like a pest. Now, that you weren’t all that, it's throwing him off. 

“So when do I get to meet this friend?” 

You stopped, giving him a look. “I don’t know.”

“Is she nice?”

“He is very nice.”

Wonwoo froze. “He?”

You rolled your eyes before walking ahead. The rest of the walk was filled with silence. Wonwoo’s thoughts were a mess and guilt was eating him alive. The treatment he gave you before has come back to bite his ass and it was too late to say sorry. 

The distance only grew except he was on the receiving end this time. He wondered if this was how you felt when he paid you no mind. It hurt and it was like someone was hacking his heart into pieces with a blunt axe. He tried to treat you better but you only gave him a tight smile. 

There was a ball hosted every year and when you didn’t show up for that Wonwoo knew he had lost you.

SEVENTEEN SENDING YOU BOYFRIEND PICTURES [VU VERS.]

HHU VERS. || PU VERS.

yoon jeonghan.

hong joshua.

lee jihoon.

lee seokmin.

boo seungkwan.

me to you, you to me — bonus. seokmin's gf

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author's note — i just realized i haven't posted a bonus for this story yet soo here is y/n (ahem, everyone being feral for seokmin's boyfriend pictures <3) please don't forget to like, comment, and reblog! thank you!

me to you, you to me — 011. soft launch

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author's note — hi everybody, i'm so sorry for the inconsistent posting. my personal life has been all over the place and i just haven't had the time to really focus on writing as of lately. i really want to push and continue writing though so thank you all for your patience! i really appreciate every single one of you and i'm glad that my writing has given so many of you a few laughs. i hope you all continue to wait and support me! <3 i love you all so much and please don't forget to like, comment, and reblog!

it’s 11:58pm when seokmin knocks on your front door.

you don’t have to check to know it’s him. he has a certain pattern to his knocks; and besides, he’s the only person who’d show up to your place at this time of night. he’s done it every year, once a year, for the four years you’ve been best friends — for your birthday.

there’s a fondness that pulls up your lips, when you crawl out of bed to unlock the door — but his voice, muffled from the hallway, stops you from opening it. “wait! there’s still a minute left. don’t open.”

the problem with seokmin is that he doesn’t realise just how captivating — how enchanting — he is. and the problem with you is that you have realised. for about a year and a half, something you refuse to confront head-on has been dwelling inside you, tightening your ribs with every smile seokmin sends you, sending your stomach churning every time he grabs your hand.

in other words, you’re in love with your best friend.

“you don’t have to do this every year,” you say, through the crack in the door, but the smile on your face has seeped into your tone. “you know that, right?”

“i know,” he says simply. “i like doing things for you.” a pause. “you know that, right?”

you don’t have time to respond; seokmin’s pushing the door handle down himself, now that you’ve unlocked it, and he swings it open to reveal himself. armed with a candle-studded cake and one of those gorgeous smiles, and for the millionth time, you feel yourself falling that little bit deeper.

“happy birthday,” he says softly, and there’s a moment, where he hovers uncertainly in the doorway and you lose yourself in your feelings, something intangible suspended in the space between you, and then —

“officially ancient,” he adds, and the moment is shattered with joint laughter, as he lets himself in. seokmin moves around your apartment with an easy familiarity; he knows the place as well as you, fishing spoons and plates out the drawers, telling you about the struggle of lighting the candles as he does.

you’re just about to blow the candles out when he joins you — but he claps a hand over your mouth before you can, voice tinged with distress. “make a wish first!” he demands, eyebrows furrowed. “don’t you have things to ask for?”

you feign a smile. if only he knew. and so you make a wish, the same wish you made last year — even as you think it, you figure it’s useless. but still, there’s always a tiny, warm spark of hope that lingers.

once the candles have been extinguished, and the cake is divided, seokmin speaks again. “so…” he waggles his eyebrows. “what did you wish for?”

your cheeks grow hot almost instantly, and you avoid his gaze, shovelling more of the cake in your mouth. it’s your favourite. you shouldn’t be surprised: he knows all your favourites. he has a note on his notes app dedicated to your go-to orders and favourite snacks.

“can’t tell you,” you mumble, around a mouthful of icing. “or it won’t come true.”

seokmin sighs, disappointedly. “you’ll tell me when it comes true, though, won’t you?”

you glance at him, noticing how his eyes are round, inviting pools of honey brown — you feel like you’re sinking into them. “yeah,” you breathe, voice quietening without your permission. “i’ll, uh, i’ll let you know.”

neither of you look away. it’s another of those moments, fraught with some sort of lingering tension: both of you are frozen. too far to go back, too nervous to go forward.

his gaze flicks to your lips.

you barely catch it — one tiny split-second of weakness, maybe. blink and you would have missed it. but you don’t.

maybe you’re emboldened by the sugar, or the high of being treated as well as he treats you, or maybe it’s the late hour dulling your rationality, but whatever it is, it means you’re darting forward, placing the most delicate, fleeting kiss on his icing-covered lips.

you pull away. the regret seeps in, dousing you in cold water, and you open your mouth to apologise, to explain, to tell him to forget it, but suddenly seokmin’s hands are cupping your jaw, he’s moving impossibly closer, and he’s kissing you. with a gentle intensity that warms you from the inside out, long and sweet, and better than you could ever have imagined.

seconds or minutes or hours later, you break apart. his cheeks are tinged with rose, your leg is bouncing, but both of you are smiling — positively beaming, even. and you cast a glance at him, tentative, shy, breathless, and tell him, as promised.

“my wish,” you break the silence softly. “it came true.”

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Sexy DK request time: He's tied to the bed and you do a strip show for him, he can't touch you, can only see your sexy af self, you can take this anywhere you like- Sam @dkakapizzaboy

Pairing: husband of mistress seokmin x fem married!reader Genre: angst, smut, slight fluff Word count:7.7k tags: insecure seokmin, mutual infidelity, unprotective sex, sub!seokmin, dom!reader, strip teases, male bondage, mention of fem oral, blow jobs, "ma'am" svt member!husband, let me know if I’m missing any! Summary: With the mutual understanding being cheated on, Seokmin finds solace in you, the beautiful stranger with ties to man that ruined his marriaged, Fortunately, light peeks out of the most inconvenient of circumstance. author note: still on hiatus but finally got this ok. sorry for teh wait sam my arch nemesis, thank you my darling wife @wongyuseokie for beta reading 💗

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Unknown number: hi. you may not know me but my wife knows your husband and I think they’re having an affair.

You've stared at the message for hours on end and just about lost your mind with every letter of every word. You could practically recite it without a beat, the sound of glass shattering in the distance every time you’re met at the end.

You didn’t believe it at first—part of the reason being you don’t want to—but it would logically explain his recent changes. The late nights. The woman’s perfume. The infrequent time at home.

You feel numb.

Buried in a weighted blanket of deceit and betrayal, you wallow in the depths of your sheets until the words seep into the deepest dark abyss of your chest, squeezing your heart until it feels like it pops. A few more notifications followed the initial, going off at a nervous pace. The sender's agitation is abundantly clear.

You think to ignore it. You think to forget whatever you read and go about your married life as normal, but it gnaws at you. A violating parasite crawls around the wrinkles of your brain, biting, chewing, and consuming your perturbed consciousness. It leaks out of you in tears, sorrow, and a pervasive bodily ache.

Eventually, your hand finds your phone thrown to the ground and claims it in your vice grip before reading the incoming messages.

Unknown number: I read her messages

Unknown number: it’s been months it looks like

Unknown number: me and her have been married for less than a year

Unknown number: I won’t be too affected by this

Unknown number: I think

Unknown number: but are you ok?

No. No, you weren’t.

Unknown number: if it’s ok, I’d like you to meet with me. 

Unknown number: see the proof in person.

You know you'd be stupid to meet with a stranger you connected with through the phone. He could be a liar, murderer, stalker—you have no idea. However, if he's telling the honest truth, he'd be the only person right now who would understand your excruciating pain more than anyone else. He'd serve as proof that the life-sucking sensation coursing through your body is a sad reality, and facing that terrifies you.

However, reality manifests as a beautiful man. A beautiful man with a heart-shattering expression that makes you want to pick him up in the palms of your hands to tend to his invisible wounds.

You're perplexed. You weren’t sure if there was love that existed for you, but for him, love should’ve been guaranteed. He looks as if he deserves every star dedicated to him for every second he breathes. Every tear he shed. Every word he spoke. In another world, he’s someone’s muse, not someone’s victim of infidelity. Surely. Surely this was all some misunderstanding.

“Did you want that decaf?”

Your eyes flutter in his direction, registering the spoken words on his tongue. Sputter on your lips, you work the softness of your jaw in a gentle nod and swallow the words hitch down your throat. He splays a warm, but small smile, and gets up to head in the direction of the counter. His long, broad stature leans against the edge. His chest bellowing out of his diaphragm and out his lips, he softly mutters the drink orders to the cafe attendant.

Your eyes bat gently, observing him in slow motion, a coiling sensation in your gut. You exhale out of your nose in retreat, averting your gaze to your lap, jolting yourself out of the sudden fixation. You know you shouldn’t have been doing that. You have better self-control than that. Now was not the time for that.

His footsteps retreat toward you, and he settles your drink by your side of the table. Your eyes flit up at him, gaze descending as he modestly takes a seat across from you. His wide-toothed grin is polite but noticeably strained. "Thank you for meeting with me." His hands fiddle in his lap, visibly as disoriented as you are.

“I’m glad you texted me,” You respond cordially, “Those pictures were a hard pill to swallow…but I’m glad I saw them.”

He dryly chuckles, a solemn look of anguish etched on his face. "Yeah, I felt the same way."

Accepting the drink, you bring it against your lips. Despite being decaf, it proves as bitter as regular—an unexpected comfort, considering the usual presence of excess cream and sugar have felt overwhelming lately. The bitterness numbs your tongue, and you sense it traveling in a lump down your throat as you swallow.

"Sorry." His apology shakes you into clarity, his eyes quivering as they settle on you. "I'd seen photos of you—finding your husband, of course, because I didn't—um, okay. It's just strange to see you in front of me. Makes everything more..."

“Real,” You say, completing his sentence. “Yeah.”

His adam’s apple shifts in a nervous gulp. “How long were you together?”

“Five years. If you counted the last four,” you answer with a lingering chuckle. “I had an idea that’s what he was doing, but ideas are harmless until you’re true.”

“That’s—wow—impressive.”

You wave your hand dismissively. “Don’t. Considering the circumstances, it’s nothing to be proud about. If I had known earlier I would’ve shoved those papers in his face a long time ago.”

“But you’re so…strong. How do you get like that? After five years?”

You shrug, shrinking under his charged gaze, glistening in a sheen of genuine admiration. “Practice. If you stayed a little longer, you’d learn it too.”

“I don’t think I could’ve survived that.” 

“Well, you contacted the spouse of the man sleeping with your wife. That’s pretty fucking strong.”

He’s bashful again, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoids your eyes. All he can do is nod in response, not used to attention so warm and encouraging. So unlike Ami.

He discovers that you are far less deserving of betrayal than he had imagined. Your eloquent and poised conversations impress him, and the admirable lightness in your solemn tone adds to your appeal. From the moment he became aware of your existence, he felt compelled to meet you. While he initially rationalized it as a civic duty, there's an underlying motive that continues to fester in selfish desire, even when the topic of divorce is raised.

“Can we do this again?” he suggests timidly, hopeful you’ll agree. "Until the papers are final, at least. It’s kind of freeing talking about this with someone in the same shoes.”

Your lips softly curl up at the ends. “I’d like that.”

There's a substantial list of tasks to tackle before everything is finalized. You imagine how grueling it’d be to navigate through this by yourself and appreciate you weren’t alone on this. Recognizing that he's undergoing the same steps in grieving his failed union, it feels almost instinctive to join forces. Partners in divorce, each navigating the end of each of their own unhappy marriages. 

“Sorry, I just had to get something.”

You had come remarkably close, and the opportunity to accompany him home practically fell into your lap. Stepping into his space for the first time, you were immediately captivated by the photos adorning the walls, each one capturing her in a stunning, large white gown. In the enlarged picture on the wall, she radiates happiness, her joy undoubtedly amplified by standing next to Seokmin, who stands tall and sharp, his pride and happiness evident. As your eyes take in the scene, you find yourself amazed by the sheer elegance and warmth emanating from the photograph. A couple epitomizing love. So why—

“Found it,” he says, his fingers clutching the file between them. His gaze lands on your location, and as he registers the reason for your silence, he adds with a chuckle, “Oh, yeah. Ha-ha. That was really expensive.”

He approaches you with deliberate steps, both of you studying the wedding portrait together. "A thousand pictures, three hours editing, five hours of sifting through them, and a couple of grand later, this turned out to be the best one," he remarks. There's a hint of wry humor in his voice as he adds, "She jokes that it was the best thing to come out of this marriage. Now, I'm starting to wonder if it was a joke at all."

“Well, it’s so fucking amazing work. You look incredible.”

He acknowledges your sincerity. Naturally. It's a meticulously composed photo with thousand-dollar lighting, and makeup seamlessly blended into both of their skin. It was crafted to be admired, despite the evident imperfections concealed beneath the surface. Nonetheless, Seokmin's cheeks color at your commentary, a warmth palpable to the touch. "Thank you. Um, shall we?"

As you invest more time with him, the lingering question persists. Seokmin embodies perfection in every conceivable aspect, surpassing the qualities your husband ever possessed. The puzzle remains: Why? Why would his wife betray someone so genuinely kind and undeserving of such disloyalty? The enigma of her actions deepens with each passing moment spent in Seokmin's company.

Had you been in her shoes, you would grant him whatever he desires. The lengths you'd take to show your deep appreciation for him would extend endlessly, reaching far and lasting indefinitely. With complete faith, there wasn’t one damn rotten bone in his body, and he’s proven time and time he’s a sweetheart in and out. And although you were the one you were lucky enough to take his wife’s place, the least you could do is show him the courtesy of a friend. A friend who is cultivating feelings that start to transcend the simplicity of amicability.

“You know I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a home-cooked meal like this.”

“You’re welcome. I don’t feed my award-winning dish to just anyone.”

“It’s delicious. Like every bite filled with a mother’s hug. The best thing I ever put in my mouth.”

The way he says that tightens you in knots as you scrape off the remaining bit of your meal into the trash, letting the hot water from your faucet run down your plate. “A-an honor.”

You hear the scratch of his chair dragging on the floor as his padded feet approach you. “Let me help you with that.”

“You don’t need to—“

“You made dinner, let me in your humble abode, the least I can do as a guest.”

As your eyes follow the sequence of events, his long limbs gracefully extend over, prompting you to delicately set aside the dish with a self-assured smile. "You've done plenty. Let the host handle things."

He chuckles in disbelief. “Come on.”

“Stop it.” You giggle, splashing water at him.

He scoffs, splashing back. “You stop. Come on.”

“Seokmin!”

In a playful exchange, you engage in a subtle power struggle while fighting over the task. As he attempts to take control, you defy his dominance, completing the task before he can assert authority. Tension mounts as you press him against the counter, feeling the taut surface of his abdomen beneath your palm. A breathless moment ensues, and you slowly withdraw, leaving the air thick with anticipation.

You don’t notice the expression on Seokmin’s face when you unintentionally feel him up. The patter in his chest when it stroked down as you let go. The twitch in his pants when he notices your eyes are still glued to his body. He wishes he’d stop you from resisting, let you have him where you wanted. Move your body against him. 

But you're married, just like him. Albeit unhappily, but he must've confused trauma bonding for affection, lust, and longing. He wasn't actually falling for you; he's just lonely. Needy. Horny.

Seokmin just needs a good wank. A proper one with mood music and the lotion that smells like lavender or roses. All the romantic shit because that’s the type of guy he was. A romantic.

The challenge is doing it without your face popping in his head. 

For the longest time, he’d only thought of his wife. Although met through an arrangement via each other's parents, he thought he could love her, live with kids of their own, and live a happy life. For a moment he thought it was possible.

And then it came sex. Again and again, it would fail. And the smaller, the smaller he’d become. Like a shitty moldy piece of gum on the back of her shoe. Fuck it if she made him feel smaller than he should’ve. He knows he doesn't deserve it, and maybe it’s why your presence is so comforting. 

A breath of fresh air. A change of pace.

The attempt at forgetting your face with his hand around his cock becomes a failed one, spreading his failure all over his abdomen as he slumps in his chair. his nipples stand erect in the cool draft.

He feels the need to see you again, a necessary step in clearing his conscience.

“Seokmin!”

“Hey! Ready for apartment shopping?” 

“You bet. I just have one more thing to get in my bedroom. My wallet, it’s somewhere in there. Would you mind helping?”

“Oh yeah, sure. Uh…”

Entering the house, he allows the door to gently close, his footsteps echoing softly behind you. Observing the calm chaos of the room, he notices you tending to one side of your bedroom, and he contemplates, “In a drawer maybe?”

“Maybe? Just anywhere but—Wait, not there!”

He heeds your warning a second too late, pulling open a drawer revealing an array of toys too numerous to count—silicone, glass, plastic, and leather alike. The drawer houses an endless collection of items, all meticulously encased as if stored for display. One in particular catches his eye—a beautiful set of restraints that appear velvety soft to the touch. "Holy—"

Swiftly, you close the drawer, shielding its contents from prying eyes, and gently push him aside. “Hey! Don’t judge. He’s always been one buy these things, not like anything’s wrong with them. They were fun, at first at least.”

“I’m not judging, but backtrack. Ropes?”

Hesitancy singes the tip of your tongue. “He said silk ties slip off too easy to escape out of.” Your hand rests on your other wrist, reliving the memory somewhat fondly until it sinks down in your gut. “Rope leaves burns to remember how they felt. Like I said, they were fun. Until it became only what he wanted. Because it has always been what he wanted, and when I wouldn’t give it to him anymore, well…we all know how he handled that.”

“...Yeah I do.”

For the first time, a glimpse of sadness graces your expression in Seokmin’s presence, as if your relationship bears an unspoken sorrow. The furrow of your brows accentuates the subtle sighs and mild frown that follow. He yearns to soothe those features, wishing to impart a gentle reassurance, to convey it wasn't your fault if that was a concern. However, silence prevails as he observes you swiftly refocus on finding your missing item.

“Come on. Let’s keep looking.”

Complying with your request, Seokmin sifts through your belongings, eventually retrieving the misplaced wallet from beneath the bed. Announcing his discovery, you release a breath of relief and claim it back at your fingertips. He prizes the brief smile on your face before proceeding with the rest of today's plans.

The search for fortitude after it was all over went as well as expected, with most encounters with potential sellers assuming that you were looking for places with Seokmin, not just with Seokmin as each other's company. After the fifth apartment for sale, correcting them becomes less of an effort, and you find yourself momentarily forgetting that all of this is for your own distant, separate futures.

You arrive home, starved and parched from your scheming and Seokmin, ever the gentleman, playfully suggests that he takes charge of the evening’s dinner. You, as usual, politely resist, already taking the initiative a step before he could, following his lighthearted protests. Eventually, you compromise, allowing him the duty of gathering produce from the fridge and placing them on the kitchen island.

The absence of your spouse during these dinners has become a common occurrence, allowing his presence replaced by a string of repetitive excuses that you could only assume were to cover up his ongoing affair. It’d still leave a resonating ache in the pit of your stomach, but you’d be lying if you said the sensation hadn’t dulled since meeting Seokmin. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, you said it hurt.”

“What did?”

"The ropes—if that's okay to ask! I—" His cheek flushes into a furious red, and bashfully, the surface of his palm covers the lower half of his face. Chuckling anxiously to himself, a glimpse of regret becomes evident on his face. "You know what? Never mind."

“No, what? You can ask, it's ok.”

“It’s just. I’m just a little curious.”

“Yes?”

“Being tied down for you was…arousing?”

You softly giggle, “For a bit it did. That’s when I still had a bit of input.”

“When did that stop?”

“Maybe when he got frustrated. I became less willing to do it. I wanted to try other things and he wouldn’t budge either.”

“...Like what?”

“He was always the one in control,” You shrug, “Wanted to try it out for once. He felt insulted.”

“That’s stupid.”

“I know right.” You shake your head. “He was different since. And so was sex. The little we had anyway.”

“...Ami said I was a pussy.”

You pause in your movement, turning your head towards him, observing as his head drops past his shoulders.

“She said I wasn’t a real man. ‘Out of all the men I was arranged to marry, why was it the most pathetic one?’”

You meet eyes, recognizing quiet sorrow in them. “That’s not true.”

“It is. I could be stronger, I could be manlier.”

“You’re very manly, Seokmin,” you reassure.

“Really?”

“Of course you are.”

“...Even if I wondering what it’s like to have those ropes to tie me down? Am I still manly then?”

A surprised and nervous tone colors your words as you feel a response catch in your throat. "Are you serious?"

“Gravely,” he says without thinking. "But, you know, it's just a random thought—"

“Would you like to experience it for yourself?”

“Are you serious?”

“Gravely,” you imitate, grinning.

He gives a tentative nod, the blush now unhidden by his hands. "Okay."

Guiding him back to your bedroom, the soft glow of the lamp casts a warm ambiance. You open the drawer he inadvertently discovered earlier today, its contents revealing an array of intriguing items. With deliberate care, you extract the rope from its designated spot, feeling its smooth texture under your fingertips. The room holds a hushed anticipation as you methodically untangle the rope, each loop a dance of shadows and highlights. You observe Seokmin's gaze, noting the subtle shifts in his expression as he follows the intricate journey of each strand unfurling in the dim light.

A subtle fire charges the air, palpable in the way his breath catches and his eyes widen. There's a flicker of uncertainty in his expression, a nervous anticipation that surfaces as he watches the rope unfold. The gravity of the situation settles in, and you can sense his apprehension growing with each meticulous loop you release. It's as if the sight of the rope carries an unspoken weight, stirring a mixture of curiosity and anxiety in him.

“You look nervous.”

He takes a pronounced swallow, hand coming around his other wrist. “You’ve never done this before, right?”

“I've seen it enough times to mimic it.” You walk towards him cautiously, the subtle rustle of the rope in your hands. "Do you trust me?"

Hesitantly, he nods.

Obediently, he pins his wrists to one another, your fingertips coming around to loop around either one. As you secure the knot, you notice the subtle tension in his shoulders, curiosity playing across his features. The room is filled with a quiet intensity, broken only by the hushed sound of your movements.

"How’s that feel?" You ask, adjusting the knot.

"Kind of tight?"

"Oh, sorry–"

"No, don’t be. It’s interesting," He replies, fingers exploring the texture of the material.

"Interesting, like it feels good?"

"I think so, but…"

"But?"

He hesitated, her gaze shifting toward the window. "How different is it tied to something? Like a bed frame?"

“Pretty different. You have a bit of control with just your wrists tied. When it’s against something…like a bed frame…there’s none of it. You’re kind of helpless.”

“Helpless,” he echoes breathlessly.

“Is that something you want to try too?”

Silently, he nods, his eyes flickering with anticipation. As you start to untangle the ropes, you internally count your breaths, and then lead him to the bed. Your knee sinks into the soft cushion of the mattress, sensing Seokmin's deliberate movement as he gradually takes over the center. His eyes, wide and lucid, silently observe your actions. A concentrated, half-lidded scrutiny follows as you maneuver between his legs, your heart pounding in your chest. With determination, you reach for one wrist, swiftly pinning it to one corner.

As the rope winds its way around his wrist, a subtle shiver courses through him, betraying the nerves that have taken residence beneath his skin. His hands, once steady, now exhibit a discernible tremor, a physical manifestation of the anxious anticipation that tightens every muscle. Then it comes to his second wrist. Each loop seems to tighten the grip of uncertainty, and you can almost hear the accelerated beat of his heart as the binding becomes more tangible. The quiet room amplifies the rustle of the rope, echoing the unease that dances in his eyes, creating a palpable tension that hangs in the air. 

His eyes flutter at the pace of his heart, swallowing tension built in his throat, and a shallow breath escapes him. You limply part from your work, reluctant to meet his eyes, as yours bat erratically. Your lips part to speak, but all that escapes is a breathless awe, hardly forming an unsteady “T-there.”

You find yourself unable to avert your gaze, observing as he grapples with the situation. The sight of his struggle seems to compound his embarrassment, evident in his feeble attempts to break free—though it becomes apparent that success is an elusive feat, even with earnest effort.

The memory of your first time is what initially pops into your mind. You remember how anxious you felt–feeling your heart race even between your legs as if it were possible–yet elated to do something so different, and then the pleasure. The sensation of feeling everything at once. Sweat pilled on your skin humiliatingly, only your cries used to fight back. You haven’t thought positively about that experience until now, seeing it reflected onto Seokmin.

“They are really hard to get out of actually,” he chuckles defeatedly, but not so much so that doesn’t find himself enjoying the circumstance.

A nervous hum leaves your nose as you exhale, clenching the arousal between your legs cautiously. “Good now you know. So I guess—”

“I’m really helpless like this…can’t even get out of these on my own.” You perceive the audible constriction in his throat, a subtle indication that becomes evident as he articulates his words. Although unsteady, he isn’t scared. Something else flickers in his vision. Something that almost scares you.

Ultimately, you quietly acknowledge him with a mumble, reaching over to one side to undo your knots, but he stops you with a single word. With your hands trembling, your focus intensifies on the intricate task of trying to loosen the binds that restrain him. Your gaze remains fixed on the knots, avoiding direct eye contact, as the palpable tension in the room mirrors the shackles you’ve put yourselves in: his being physical, while yours are mental.

“Yeah,” you breathe out.

“You look at me differently now don’t you?”

You shake your head apprehensively, your grip tightening around the ropes, half-expecting them to bind you physically, yet realizing it's the thoughts swirling in your mind that truly threaten to restrain you. “Why do you say that?”

There’s a soft scoff that makes its way to your ears, registering his disbelief. “You can’t even meet my eyes…are you embarrassed?”

“No.”

“Then why can’t you look at me?” He asks poignantly.

“I’ve never been in this out position before.”

“In control?”

You take a moment to yourself to breathe, dropping your head, still gripping around the rope lethally. “Seokmin.”

“Look at me,” there’s a hint of a smile in his voice. “I’d feel less shameful if you do… what are you thinking?”

You raise your head and meet his eyes, a blend of vulnerability and determination flickering in your gaze. A myriad of words that could have been spoken in response swirl within you, yet each one remains submerged, reluctant to surface and make its presence known. The weight of unspoken sentiments lingers heavily, creating a palpable silence between you.

In the quiet intensity of the moment, his fingertips hand in the charges air, sifting to move between your digits and lock them together. The unspoken tension between you both transforms into something tangible, hanging in the air like a delicate thread, on the verge of snapping. As your eyes linger on one another, a mutual message is exchanged, and without a word, the distance closes. 

The kiss is gentle at first, before the heat of his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, softly pulling it towards him. Your lip lock only intensifies as your body presses against his, responding to the desperation that has woven its way through the conversation. The room, once filled with fervency, now holds the soft symphony of a connection finding its place.

As the moment stretches, you muster the strength to finally pull away, cognizant that the power to do so rests solely with you. A gentle reluctance permeates the atmosphere, tinting it with a subdued pink rather than the earlier flickering intensity of red, as you gradually draw back.

Your gazes linger for a fleeting moment, exchanging unspoken promises and silently acknowledging the connection that perhaps shouldn't have been forged. The room retains the echo of the shared intensity, leaving both of you contemplating the significance of what had just transpired.

You release yourself from his touch, the sensation lingering on your skin as your mind wanders, assessing the unfolding actions and the potential consequences. However, despite your attempt at detachment, his words persistently weave through the corridors of your thoughts, rendering any escape from their influence seemingly impossible. “You like being in control?”

You eventually nod.

“Act like it.”

“How?” You question, eyes searching for guidance.

“However you want?” 

You seize a fleeting moment, the world around you momentarily suspended, as you deliberate, attempting to release the grip of your inhibitions. The soft murmur of your surroundings becomes a distant echo, drowned out by the internal dialogue that unfolds as you grapple with the decision to unshackle yourself from the mental constraints that have held you captive. It's someone else's job now, not yours. After a thoughtful pause, you finally exhale, uttering a simple but profound, "Okay."

You press yourself against him, your knees locking him at his waist. “Just don’t go whining about it. Or do.” Your hand glides over his restrained wrist, fingering over the vein revealed from his uncuffed sleeve dropping to his forearm, as your other hand claims his face. Initially soft and cool, your touch carries an understated gentleness. Yet, beneath its surface lies a latent warmth that simmers on the skin, gradually intensifying like a path of hellfire. A burgeoning confidence unfolds in you like a delicate bud blossoming into a vibrant bloom. It unfolds gradually but with a definite determination, poised to flourish. “There’s not much else you can do anyway. Isn’t that how you like it?”

"Yes," he confesses, his lungs momentarily devoid of air, the admission hanging in the space like a weighty secret reluctantly released.

The corners of your lips gracefully curl upwards, imparting a subtle but undeniable sense of amusement or satisfaction. “To answer your question earlier, being tied down does still make you manly.” Your hand runs down the length of his arm, settling against the structure of his collarbone, closing the distance between your lips and his honey-glazed skin. "I believe the epitome of true masculinity is found in the act of surrender. It's about willingly placing oneself in a position of trust, embracing vulnerability with unwavering courage."

"Really," he challenges, doubt injecting a sharp edge into his words. "You think that highly of me? Even though you’re the one that can do whatever you want with me?”

“I do.”

You pull apart from him, distancing your bodies and sinking into the bed once you find its edge. You bat your eyes back at him slowly as your hand lands on the top of your chest, releasing a slow and steady breath. “It is simply your form of expression, and in return, I’ll show you mine.”

You fiddle with your buttons, exposing skin bit by bit. Your chest heaves and your legs shift to raise your upper body, anchored by your calves and ankles. Your blouse drops down your shoulders to leave your body, and your cladded breasts are what Seokmin gravitates to first.

Seokmin’s eyes ventured from your lines, the curves once hidden underneath the barrier of your clothes, now in plain sight like art mounted for display. He processes the fullness of your thighs as they drop against your hind legs, and he doesn’t hear the whimper that makes it past his contorted lips.

Hands gripping the sheets, you crawl in prowess towards him wide-eyed until you’re between his legs once again. “Nervous?”

He takes a gulp, his voice tight. “Not in the slightest.”

“Good.” Your fingers move similarly to before, now with your pants which have clung to your body since you’ve worn them. 

Seokmin doesn’t for a moment think of a thing as the fabric pulls over your thighs, skin revealing like the first appearance of colored television, nothing short of a visual marvel. He feels gutted, grappling with his restraints. As the sight of you draws near, the longing for your touch bolsters, and an undeniable compulsion surges within him. He barely manages to make out your name in timid haste.

“I’m curious what is like for you to touch my body. How’d you stroke my skin, or caress my legs,” You softly tease, pleased to see the effect you’ve made as he visibly clenched his abdomen. “but I wonder more what it's like for you unable to do a thing as I undress myself.”

"Devastating, truly," he remarks with a chuckle, the irony hanging heavier in the air than any spoken words could convey. “I never thought I’d despise being on the receiving end of a strip tease. Emphasis on tease.”

The pants hit the floor as you shrug them off, “Well, that’s the point of tying you up. You wondered what it was like.” You grinned impishly, “Can’t say you’re disappointed because you didn’t get what you wanted”

“Well, I wouldn’t. Though, I’d appreciate it if—“ Your itching hand grazes the top of his dress shirt, finding the top button and delicately allowing it to come apart. “—if. Ahem. Uh…”

“Yes?”

“I, uh…” he never does finish that sentence, too preoccupied with every button displaced, slowly revealing the tension of his bare torso. He shivers as a brisk draft ripples through his body, his shirt with its open flaps curtaining his taut body, flexing in suspense. “I lost my train of thought…”

You softly chortle as the tip of your nail travels down his concave valleys in interest. “I bet you did.”

Inescapably, you find yourself drawing closer with only a whisper of space between the two of you. Unseen, the sound of Seokmin’s belt unravels, and his eyes widen in shock—catching him off guard. You watch him hauntingly while your hands admire him in a way he’s never even dreamt of. 

You roll his erect nipples between your fingers. “Does it excite you? To get doted on? All the attention on you?”

He whimpers quietly, a sigh weakly following. “Yes.”

Your smile lifts up from one end, parting your lips curiously as you tighten your fingers. He winces with short bursts of gasps following and his legs writhe in place while his eyes gloss over in teary awe. “Like when I compliment you? Or when I’m teasing your pretty little parts?”

“Yes. Both.” You wrapped your lips on his bud, the front of your teeth grazing his sensitive skin, and you sucked in your breath. He emits the lightest, airiest of sighs and dips his lower torso into the bed. The rope's friction bit into his skin, undoubtedly causing a burning sensation, only further enticing him.

You softly scoff, leveling your face with him. Your hand glides soothingly over his cheek, cooled by sweat pilling on his forehead, now your inadvertent warmth contrasting against him. “I'm honestly surprised by you, Seokmin. If you wanted me to tie you up, you should’ve just said so. I’d easily comply.”

He nuzzles against your touch, the tip of his nose tracing the crevice of your palm. “I’m sorry.” 

You offer him a gentle, welcoming smile. “Don’t be. You’re under my care now.”

“…Am I?”

“Well, are you?”

He moans your name again, longing your hands against his body as you only caress his skin without so much an inkling of moving lower. “Please, that's all I want.”

“What is it you want then?” You grab his chin between your thumb and index. “Tell me everything.”

“Whatever you want to do with me.”

“And if I wanted to just play all evening?” You tested.

He nods back determined. “I’d let you.” 

“If I’d sit on your face?”

His breath cuts off in his throat, losing sanity over the potential of your arousal drowning him in bliss. “I’d make sure I’m a proper seat.”

“If I don’t let you cum?”

He clenches his fists, exhaling as you meet your knee with his crotch, where a tent pitched itself right in his trousers. It moves anxiously, already submerging himself in the power of your words. “I’d wait my turn. No matter how long it takes.”

“…And if I want to milk you dry.”

“I’d give you my lifeline…I’m yours.”

In that fleeting moment, the rest of the world dissolves into insignificance. You find yourself yielding to the warmth of his gaze, entranced by the cadence of his language and the resonance of his tone. Finally, you did just what was inevitable. 

As Seokmin is bare down to his skin, your hand travels down to the base of his shaft and glides up delicately to his tip. Your lips pressed generously against his collarbone, nipping at his smooth and flustered skin. Your thumb strokes over his veins, grip squeezing his girth, and inadvertently he whines out of his control.

“You’re teasing me…”

“Is that not what you wanted?” Your lips gradually trail down his chest, lowering to hover right over his length that stands mere inches away from your face. “Or are you wanting something more?”

“Of course, I want what you want. I’m s-sorry…”

The tip of his cock kisses against your lips and twitches upon contact. You feign innocence in his gaze and purse your lips. “I can’t help but think, you want me to wrap my lips around your cock. Stuff down my throat. Spill your hot cum inside me.”

“Please,” he moans.

You slot him between your lips and suck on his sensitivity. You hum his name, every syllable vibrating around his skin. He groans observing you, nearly thrusting into your mouth before you decide to slam down his thighs. “Mmh-Mhh, you know better than to do that.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeatedly mumbles, “You’re just so pretty there.”

“Though that may be, you chose to trust me, and now I need to trust you. Behave.”

He swallows apprehensively. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I’ll apprehend you if you don't. I have more than one set of ropes.”

Seokmin’s heart slightly twitches at that, but he decides to obey for now, hoping there’s another opportunity another day. He wouldn’t want to test his limits.

His cock has made its way between your lips once again, exploring deeper until you meet halfway down his length. With your free hand, you tend to his remaining size, feeling it pulse in your touch. His groans become the background music for his symphony of arousal, while the sensation of your hallowed cheeks tug against him.

You allow him to plunge deeper, wide eyes peering at him for his reaction, and you feel the impulsive thrust of his hips again. Only this time, you let him. You feel every inch consume you, lodged far down your airways, traveling at a needy–even desperate–pace. You shut your eyes, feeling your tears burn your skin. Ultimately, you pull out before he gets close, registering his pink cheeks and bite-swollen lips after regaining your sight. You cough away from him, catching your breath and the apology leaving Seokmin’s lips once again.

“I’m so sorry! Fuck! I–”

“I said I’d apprehend you, didn't I?”

You make good on your promise and another pair of ropes makes an appearance, pinning him at either corners of the bed and splaying him like a starfish, rendering him completely defenseless. 

He deserves this, he thought, unable to resist the inexplicable thrill that coursed through him. He’d struggle against the rope had it not been for the remainder of your strip show. The slow slip of your bra strap, the release of your clasp, baring you raw in your gorgeous glory. If he had his fists, he’d be biting them. Hell, if he had any control of his limbs, he’d worship you on the very floor you walk on, crushed under you the ball of your feet, and using his hands for your pleasure and your pleasure only.

Perhaps that’s why he could not help but be more aroused like a teenager discovering porn for the first time. That was the beauty of it. It was something Ami never understood. She wanted him to do it all: be the dominant partner all the time, be a one-and-done fucking machine. You are willing to explore things, even with him, and you didng make him feel small about it. He can’t help but feel eternally grateful it's with him.

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he had already fallen for you the moment his eyes laid on your photos. He couldn’t believe the sight you were nor the fact that you were on the receiving end of this distress. He knew he had to meet you. He just hadn’t factor in what it’d do to him when it happens.

Even as your legs border either of his side, he’s in disbelief. Your pretty cunt stares back at him in want, aching for his presence just as he aches to explore you. He can feel the drool make it past the corner of his lips as your heat radiates off you, just before letting his raw length part your walls.

A hearty moan escapes you, and all Seokmin can think of how sweet it sounds in company with the moisture of your arousal. Your knees dig into the mattress as you adjust to his size, hips naturally grinding against him before he fully is plunged inside. Drinking in his groans, you slightly fall forward and find your grip on the bedframe, not realizing how easy it is to claim Seokmin’s hands.

A smile tugs at your lips as you delicately weave your fingers through his. You rest your forehead against his, softly cooing back at him. “You’re being so good for me.”

“Anything for you," he responds, his voice filled with a tender, intimate sincerity.

“Mmh, Seokmin...”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Would you like the control of your hands again?”

His eyes flicker back at you, seeing the certainty in your eyes, before hesitatingly nodding. Carefully, you release him, gently soothing the red marks on either wrist. Pleadingly, he asks for your permission to touch you, and easily you oblige, taking his hands. You guide him where he may touch, letting them stroke up your sides. You softly sigh as you let him regain his power, letting it surge through him as he replenishes feeling in his arms.

He balls your flesh in fists, pushing deeper inside you as his tongue grows more possessive. You clench around him, hands accessing his body like free real estate, playing with all the amenities. “Are you that happy? Touching me like I’m yours?”

He throws his head back, assessing his grip on you to pull you forward, giving you a long awaited liplock. He rediscovers your plush tongue, retracing its pattern as he pushes you closer against him to the best of his abilities with his contradicted ankles. He claims you from your lower back, rolling his hips against you, as your furnace-hot body intoxicates him like a drug. “I’m elated. You make me so happy. You have no idea.”

Your exuberant sounds fold over one another, building the tension off your bodies until you’ve reach their highest form. Seokmin was the first to express it. Even before he mumbles how close he is, he’s embracing you tighter as his hot breath fans down your flustered body. To that, you say the first response that comes to mind. “Cum in me.”

“W-without a—“

You tense tighter around him, legs clutching around him desperately. “Cum inside me, Seokmin.”

You get what you want in the end. The streams of white warmth painting your inside are perfection. Like bursts of ribbons in a festive air, he releases a lingering sense of ecstasy. Falling against his chest, you count his pants by the heave of his chest, drifting off from fatigue. 

With the bit of energy you had left, you undo Seokmin’s knots, and rest comes easy, no matter how early into the night it still is. 

You don’t remember the last time you were held like this. You don’t know if you were held ever like this. His eyes, though weary, radiate a smile that mirrors the gentle curve of his lips. A hand slides behind your head, fingers gently stroking, and his soft sighs become a melodic comfort, conveying solace without the need for words. In his presence, a profound sense of peace envelops you, creating a reluctance to part from this moment of tranquility.

Dinner, once a fleeting moment before the spontaneous decision of sex, turns into a midnight meal, a meal draped in each other comfort. Seokmin effortlessly slips into your comforting pair of sweatpants, while you envelop yourself in his once-abandoned dress shirt, a tangible reminder of the intimacy shared. Together, you concoct a pot of instant ramen, opting for the simplicity of a quick meal rather than the meticulousness of a dish crafted from scratch.

“That smells delicious,” he compliments.

“Sorry, it couldn’t be better.”

His hands find a secure hold on your body, his head gently resting over your shoulder. "It's no bother at all. Plus, you've already worked up quite an appetite."

His kisses, soft against your temple, coincide with the casual embrace of his arms around your waist. Your curves seamlessly mold into the contours of his body, like two pieces naturally falling into place, creating a comforting bond between your bodies.

“Stil, you deserve better than ramen.”

“It’s Shin ramen. It's the best of its kind. I’m more than honored.”

“You’re silly…I like that.”

“Good. I like you. I’m glad that I got to meet you.” His words are accompanied by a gentle squeeze of your hand.

You grin. “Me too…but we can’t do that again.”

“Oh, well why not?”

"Well, for now." You playfully tap his nose with a chopstick. "Let's wait until everything is done. Until we’re both free again.”

He sighs, dejected at your request. “You’re right, but…”

He effortlessly lifts you from the ground and you drop your utensils on the ground. Abruptly, he settles you onto the kitchen counter. The coolness from the marble is chilling as the surface provides a sudden, invigorating contrast to your warm skin. Startled, your eyes flutter back at him, steadying yourself with hands resting on his shoulders. You succumb to the warmth in his eyes, a honeyed allure that wraps you in the comforting embrace of his touch.

“How do you expect me to live on without you in my arms? I’ll never know peace like it.” Seokmin's voice carries a warmth that wraps around you like a blanket, one that is not weighted with darkness and anxiety, but instead laden with love and good faith.

You respond by pulling him into a tight embrace, legs playfully anchoring around his torso. A smile graces your lips as you enjoy the closeness. “A test of faith. Then we can truly enjoy each other's company.”

“I’ll be counting the days then,” he says with a smile

You persist in meeting Seokmin, navigating the divorce process until you're on the verge of its completion. Ironically, amidst the dissolution's purpose, you sense the blossoming of a new connection amid the ruins of another.

“You didn’t have to take me home. You know how risky it is.”

He sighs, squeezing your hand in his, dreading the moment you have to leave. He has grown accustomed to your presence, and every night without you feels like a painful void in his heart, as he awaits the arrival of the following morning. "I can't wait until this is all over."

“Me too. I’ll see you tomorrow, and the day after and the day after—“

“Lord knows how we get any work done,” he giggles.

"I know, right." You let the moment linger a second longer before sharing a final embrace, stealing a kiss on his cheek as you slip away from his grasp. Through the tinted windows, you smile, aware of the blush you've ignited on his face.

Arriving home, the joy is dampened by the sight of familiar shoes. Suppressing your unease, you greet your husband with a forced smile, avoiding eye contact. "Mingyu? Honey? Is that you? No overtime tonight?

You're met with a stern expression and a decisive declaration. Devoid of warmth, he slams a stack of papers onto the kitchen counter–documents that have become all too familiar over these past few weeks.

“I want a divorce.”