a/n: a little 2min x reader thing i wrote at 1am. it's just my need to have the boys i'm in love with also be in love with each other.
dating both seungmin and minho was an interesting experience in almost all aspects.
the two were, quite literally, like cat and dog. they bicker constantly, provoking one another just to get a rise out of it, but still insanely protective of one another. they’d been friends for longer than either of them had known you, a history there that you could never understand no matter how hard you tried to. they were roommates after all, they spent more time with each other than they did with anyone else.
you fell in love with them at the same time. they were a constant from day one, wiggling their way into your life until they found a home there. they were unusual, they were frustrating, they were wonderful. a mixture of emotions that you couldn’t quite wrap your head around - maybe that’s why it took you so long to notice.
they were flirting.
their bickering was their ploys for attention, their jabs at each other were their ways of showing affection, their protective streaks were their way of saying i see you, i care about you, please be okay.
it frustrates you that it took you months to realize this. months of sleeping over, alternating whose bed you ended up in at the end of the day. now, lying wide awake next to a softly snoring minho, the puzzle pieces finally line up and you’re stuck with the slowly spiraling thought that the two stupid men you fell in love with were also in love with each other.
you hear soft footsteps outside of the room followed by the squeak of minho’s doorknob turning, and you close your eyes and level your breathing. you didn’t want to see kim seungmin right now. you didn’t want to speak to kim seungmin right now.
he pads to the bedside table, quiet as possible to not wake you or minho. you hear the click of minho’s bedside lamp and the orangey glow behind your eyelids disappears.
seungmin can’t sleep with the lights on, even the softest glow from the crack beneath his door bothers him. his room is always shrouded in darkness, the thickest blackout curtains lining his windows and covers over every charging cable.
“stupid hyung,” he mutters, sliding out of the room as fast as he entered it.
this is something you’ve seen him do often. he would sneak into minho’s room, slick and quiet, and turn the lights off. he would never bring it up to minho, never scold him for leaving the lights on and disturbing his sleep.
seungmin can’t sleep with the lights on. minho knows this. minho, for all of his teasing and general i-don’t-give-a-fuck facade, he remembers these tiny details. he would never do something purposefully that would harm someone else’s health, especially kim seungmin’s.
he’s been leaving the lights burning on purpose. just so seungmin has to come into his room and then them off. just so he has a little pocket of interaction to hold close. and seungmin has been letting him. seungmin was never one to hold back from complaining to minho about his behavior, from the way he leaves his shoes just an inch away from the rack to the way he breathes too loud during movie nights. so, why does he not complain about this? why does he not barge in and wake minho up in his frustration instead of creeping in and out like a ghost?
because they love each other, your traitorous brain supplies.
you’re still pretending to be asleep when you hear minho sigh and roll over, his hand coming to cover his face. you can hear the smile in his breath, and you’re sure that if you opened your eyes you’d be able to see the fiery red burning in his ears, even in the dark. interesting.
this stays with you for days. weeks. you know you spend a little too much time staring at them now, but you can’t help it. if they notice, they don’t bring it up to you.
you start staying awake later on the days that you’re in minho’s bed, just to get a glimpse of seungmin coming in and out of the room. sometimes, he would turn off the light quickly and leave just as fast. other times, he would take a second to stare at minho’s face with heavy eyes, pausing for longer than necessary before turning and walking away. on rare occasions, when he notices that the blankets have shifted away, he pulls them over an exposed knee or elbow or foot, tucking minho in like he’s a child that needs to be coddled.
minho wakes up sometimes. he sighs like he’s in school and he’s experiencing his first crush, every single time. other times he remains fast asleep, mumbling lightly in unintelligent syllables. but every day that seungmin visits his room, he wakes up utterly content and pleased.
a month into this routine you’ve had enough. you don’t know how long this has been going on for, but you know that you’re ready for it to end.
“talk to him,” you say to minho before bed as you run your fingers through his hair in what you hope is enough to comfort him.
“talk to who?” he asks, voice trembling around the edges. he’s playing ignorant, when you know he knows exactly who you’re talking about.
“he feels the same, you know that?” you keep your voice soft, not wanting to spook him. he spooks easily, like a kitten. “the three of us are already dating each other. it’s just that you two don’t know it yet.”
“what if he says no?” he forces out, avoiding your eyes as he fiddles with his fingers.
“he won’t. trust me?” you hold out a pinkie and he links his own with it with a slow nod.
it takes him longer to go to sleep, this time. you can hear his uneven breathing under your head from where it’s pillowed on his chest, and it jumps when he hears his bedroom door creak open.
seungmin moves to the light and clicks it off, but before he could back away minho’s eyes flutter open and he grabs seungmin’s hand.
“hyung?” seungmin squeaks out, frightened at being caught for the first time. that he knows of.
“you came all this way just to turn off a light,” minho starts, words slow and tentative like he’s testing out the flavor of them on his tongue before he speaks them. “might as well stay. there’s room for you, in here.”
not the confession you were hoping for, but you suppose it’ll do, for now. he folds back the blanket a bit, enough to signal the invitation but not enough to be embarrassed about if he was rejected.
“you want me?” seungmin’s voice is too shocked for how smart he is. why can’t these boys see what’s in front of them?
“get in the bed, seung,” you jump in, not willing to witness the awkward stumbling that those two were about to engage in. you had plenty of time for that tomorrow, in the daylight. “he wants you to.”
so seungmin does. he gets in quietly, and minho wriggles a bit closer to you to make room. despite minho’s claim, it’s a tight fit, but when minho throws and arm around seungmin and pulls him into his chest so that the two of you were mirrored images of one another it works.
minho’s smile almost outshines seungmin’s, both blinding the room in the kind of light that doesn’t need flame or electricity.
the next morning, seungmin claims that it was the best sleep he’s had in a while. minho claims that it’s usually a little too cold, and having two personal heaters instead of one was better. you roll your eyes at them, but when they shyly kiss over the kitchen table you’re the happiest you’ve ever been.
pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader feat. lee minho
tags: established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, threesome, smut!!!🔞
warnings: swearing, exhibitionism, wet dreams, tiny mention of attack on titan, brief mention of covid, government mandated isolation, degradation kink (like, huge one!), sub!reader, dom!minho, softdom!seungmin, use of words like “baby, dumb, little girl, good girl, stupid, dumbass”, spanking, light choking, fingering, multiple orgasms, minho is an ass man we know, i really really lost my mind here guys. i will never get it back.
inspo: requested by anon! who is also now my fav person. *whispers back* how do you feel about min & y/n (ft. another member of your choice) engaging in exhibitionism 🧐 y/n has a wet dream about said member and it’s kept her restless and horny — obviously seungmin takes note and asks whats going on and y/ns all like nooo youre gonna think im weird and i feel bad i don’t want you to hate me but he’s quick to shut that down and reassures her that he’s into it too because no matter what y/n will always belong to him
notes: when i read this request i had two ideas. this, surprisingly, is the tamer one. if y’all want might write a part two with that second much more unhinged idea. rbs and feedback are appreciated 🫶🏻
{ wc: 5195 }
You woke up in a sweat, remembering bits and pieces of your dream. It was sexual, extremely sexual—beyond anything you’ve ever done in your real life. You were in the middle of a house party, fucking someone on the couch while everyone was watching and cheering you on. They were making suggestions at the pair of you, and your partner was taking every idea to heart. What names to call you, what position to put you in, if he should let you cum or not.
It was so dirty and so good.
When you woke up and quickly went to pee you realised your panties were completely soaked through, and so were your pyjamas.
You quickly hopped in the shower, cleaning the mess off your thighs and getting ready for the day.
As you were brushing your teeth you couldn’t help but replay the parts you remembered from your dream, your thighs clenching as you thought about how deep he thrust inside you. And then suddenly an image came into your brain. You knew it wasn’t your boyfriend, Seungmin, who was fucking you in the dream. But you didn’t think you’d remember the face of who it was. And then you did.
It was Minho.
Minho, your boyfriend’s roommate and best friend. Who you never even considered you could have a wet dream about.
You felt shame take over your skin as you walked into the living room, needing something to drink to cool you down.
It wasn’t like you never had wet dreams. You had them quite often, and they weren’t often about your boyfriend either. He found it hilarious when you would wake up and tell him all about the sex you were having with your favourite anime character, or the blow job you just gave to the actor from whatever show you were watching.
You never thought you’d dream about anyone you knew in real life, let alone someone who was so close to you. So close to your boyfriend.
After you finished your breakfast you stood by the sink to wash up after yourself, a pair of hands snaking around your stomach from behind.
“Where did you go?” Seungmin’s soft voice whispered down your ear, still coated with sleep.
“Oh, I just wanted some food,” you excused.
“You were making those noises in your sleep again,” you heard more than saw his smirk, “did Levi fuck you good this time?”
“What? No! What are you talking about?” You escaped from his grip, getting your bottle and filling it with water. It was full already, so you dipped the whole container down the drain and then refilled it—just to save yourself from having to look at Seungmin with how warm your face felt at his question.
He knew you too well.
“Was it Mikasa, then?” He raised his eyebrows in glee.
“Shut up,” you chuckled at him.
“I wanna hear the dream,” he whined at you, “they’re always so good.”
“Pervert,” you shifted the attention to him, or more like tried. You knew how stubborn he could get, and your boyfriend wouldn’t stop until he heard the story. You wondered if you could get away with lying to him about the subject of your fantasy.
“Okay, fine. But you can’t judge!” You sent him a warning finger. Seungmin smiled at you, crossed his heart with his finger, and waited enthusiastically to hear more.
“I was at a party fucking someone in front of everyone else,” you said quickly. You couldn’t quite meet his eyes, but you still saw the expression on his face. Bewilderment and horniness and a hint of pride were the only emotions you could see.
“Everyone else?” He promoted, taking a step closer to you.
“Yeah, they were like… cheering and stuff.”
“Cheering?” You nodded.
“So,” his voice dropped to a whisper, his lips by your ear, “the whole room was domming you?”
“Yeah, something like that,” you sighed.
“Fuck,” he grabbed your hips, squeezing them. “No wonder you were so loud this time. Sounds like a really good dream.”
You looked up into his eyes, his pupils swimming with lust as he licked over his lips. Maybe Seungmin liked that fantasy as much as you did—even though neither of you have ever talked about something like that before.
His fingers slipped under your baggy shirt, gripping your skin.
“Didn’t think you liked an audience,” he said, planting a soft kiss by your ear.
He felt your cheek heating up, noticed how you weren’t even teasing him back. So he moved in front of your face, cocking his head to the side.
“Why are you shy, bubs?” You didn’t answer. “I’m sorry,” he pulled away from you, noticing you were extremely stiff now, “I didn’t mean to overstep.”
“No, Minnie, it’s fine!” You promised him quickly. “I’m just… embarrassed.”
“From me?” He almost gasped.
“The dream in general. It was so vivid and hot and,” you sighed, finding the kitchen floor so extremely interesting.
“Then why are you embarrassed? You have hot dreams a lot, they’re the highlight of most of my mornings,” he smiled at you. “Who was it?”
You felt your heart drop. You couldn’t possibly tell him. It was weird, and wrong, and you were afraid it would upset him too much. “Uh, no one special.”
“Aw, someone else got to fuck my horny little girl,” he faked pouted at you. Seungmin honestly didn’t care at all that it wasn’t him in the dreams, because it was usually him who made them come true when you woke up. He just loved knowing what it was that got you all hot and bothered, even if the answer was sometimes a superhero or a fake lawyer or one time that guy from Atlantis.
“Don’t start,” you blushed, feeling the heat travel down your body and settle in your core at his nickname.
“Okay,” he conceded, “but you usually wake up really needy from these dreams so I thought I could help you out.”
“You’re so kind and selfless,” you teased, smirking at how he was suggesting it was only you that needed help—like you couldn’t see the semi in his shorts.
“I am those things, yes,” he smiled innocently at you.
“What are you?” Felix asked, entering the kitchen and going straight to the fridge. He took out a two litre bottle and started chugging it as he waited for your answer.
“I was just telling Minnie how he’s the cutest most beautiful boyfriend ever,” you smirked, as it was now your boyfriend’s turn to blush.
“Cute,” Felix smiled, before he started preparing his breakfast.
You jumped on the counter as the three of you started talking about the latest Marvel film and when you could all go and watch it, Seungmin slotting in between your legs as he faced Felix.
He hooked his hands under your knees as the conversation spiralled, his roommate not at all bothered by the physical affection between you two.
At this point you practically lived at the dorm, and were very used to the boys’ presence—as they were to yours.
When Jeongin woke up he didn’t even notice any of you in the kitchen until he started drinking his coffee.
Then he asked who wanted to join his shopping trip later this week.
“Can I come?” You asked eagerly, kicking your legs up around Seungmin’s body. He caught your calves up in the air then let you swing them back down, playing with your knees absentmindedly.
“Sure,” Jeongin smiled at you, taking a bite of the food Felix prepared for them.
“Yah!” You heard a shout down the hallway as the door opened then closed quickly. “You guys need to stop ordering so much shit!”
“It wasn’t me this time!” Felix yelled quickly, eyes wide as he looked towards the source of the voice.
Minho walked into the kitchen, five packages in his arms as a scowl painted his face.
He dropped them on the table with a bang, giving each of his roommates a death stare.
Jeongin happily ignored it, grabbing the first package on the pile and opening it with an excited dance in his seat. Then Seungmin walked away from you and picked up the other packages, tearing them apart quickly.
You realised you didn’t close your legs since he moved away. Minho was looking at you.
Your whole body was on fire as you watched him watching you, slowly moving closer to you. You couldn’t even look at him—even the smallest glance his way threw you straight back to your dream. The way he looked underneath you, the way he commanded the whole room as he touched you and f—
“Hey, Y/N,” he said, raising his eyebrows at you. He was right in front of you, reminding you to quickly shut your legs. “Move?”
“W-what?”
“You’re sitting in front of my blender,” he chuckled.
“Oh, oh yeah. Oh, of course. I’m so sorry, so sorry,” you jumped off the counter, extremely aware of Jeongin looking at you.
“Why is she being weird?” He half whispered at Seungmin. But the kitchen was small, and there was only you four in it anyway, and everyone could hear his question. It reminded you so much of the dream.
“I need to, um, I. Phone,” is all you managed, before you practically ran out of the kitchen and back into the room.
You groaned at yourself, sinking down into the bed as you tried to push the images from the dream away. It was impossible, and if you weren’t careful you’d ruin your new underwear in a matter of minutes.
A few seconds later, as you were still running your hands down your face, Seungmin walked into the room.
He plopped your phone down next to you.
“Your phone was in the kitchen, dumbass.” He sat down next to you, waiting for you to calm down.
“Okay, listen,” you started, taking in a deep breath.
“Your sex dream was about Minho and what Innie said got you so flustered because it was like your dream,” he confirmed, nonchalantly.
You gasped.
“I know you like the back of my hand, bubs,” he said when you just looked at him in shock before he kissed you softly.
“I’m sorry, Minnie, I’m sorry,” you shook your head, “I don’t control it and I know it’s wrong and I promise I feel nothing for him it’s not like that at all I—“
“—it’s fine,” he emphasised, making sure to look right into your eyes as he spoke. “I’m not jealous or mad or anything. It was actually extremely funny how flustered you got.”
“Min!” You yelled, slapping at his arm.
“Was that what you were moaning in your dream?” He smirked at you.
“Oh my god!” You groaned, covering your face as you fell onto your back. Seungmin crawled up your body, placing a hand on either side of your middle as he laughed.
**
Luckily for you, you weren’t faced with Minho again after that. Unluckily, it was because he got a confirmed test and was sent away to quarantine until he got better. Because of that, everyone that was in contact with him was forced into a five day isolation period—including you.
It wasn’t the first time you were isolating with your boyfriend, or his roommates for that matter, and so you happily just got on with your days in the house together.
Without the resident cook, you and Felix were in charge of feeding the others and Jeongin was in charge of complaining he was hungry after every meal.
“Why don’t you say thank you and just shut up?” Seungmin snapped after the third time, claiming he was disrespecting your efforts and he couldn’t stand for that.
Between video games and trying to work from home and the cabin fever, you were all actually doing pretty well. The only thing you had to complain about was the lack of privacy meant you didn’t have any alone time with your boyfriend, and worse of all, you never actually got to relieve the tension you felt since the dream.
So when you finished your work for the day and walked back into the room to see Seungmin on his phone, completely relaxed, you took your opportunity and climbed onto the bed.
You perched yourself right next to him, getting comfortable on your stomach, and tapped his chin.
“Kiss me,” you demanded. Seungmin laughed at you, locking his phone and discarding it on the bed before he followed your command.
His soft lips collided with yours as he brought a hand to your cheek, pulling you in closer.
You deepened the kiss, sighing against him as he put more force into his action—his tongue delicately licking your lips. You opened your mouth, moaning softly into the kiss as you relaxed against his chest.
“Oh wow, what a sight,” you heard a voice say behind you.
You jumped up, looking behind you to find Seungmin’s laptop was perched at the edge of the bed—and on it was an ongoing FaceTime call.
You only saw your reflection for a moment before you jumped up and turned around, and then you understood what the voice meant. Your ass was completely in view, leaving almost nothing to the imagination considering you were wearing your tightest pair of leggings.
And then you noticed who was sitting on the other side of the call.
“Sorry, hyung,” Seungmin said, bringing a hand around your shoulder, “I have to admit I forgot you were there.”
“Can’t blame you,” Minho chuckled. “You two get on with it, I can go.”
But he didn’t move.
“Wait,” you said quickly, “you were on your phone when I came in.”
“Yeah?” Seungmin shrugged.
“You were on FaceTime with Minho without even talking to each other?”
“I’m lonely,” Minho defended, “and I was just getting something to drink. I would’ve said something but I just got back and boom. Your ass was in my face.”
You covered your face in your palms.
“Sorry,” you mumbled.
“Don’t need to apologise for having a nice ass,” he said, simply.
You slowly lifted your head from your hands, looking at your boyfriend to gauge his reaction. Seungmin did not take lightly to people commenting on you or your body—but he was laughing.
“You do have a very nice ass,” he said with a glint in his eyes, before he brought his hand down to your ass and squeezed it.
“Minnie! He’s still here,” you pointed out quietly.
At that, Seungmin grabbed your ass tighter before he leaned into your ear and whispered, “you can end the call now if you want. Or we can make a little part of your dream come true.”
You gasped into the air, your thighs clenching before you even realised you did that.
“What did you say to her?” Minho laughed, clearly recognising that type of reaction.
“Give us a second, hyung,” Seungmin said quickly, noticing you haven’t given any indication this was still okay. He leaned forward towards his laptop, his finger reaching for one of the keys, but you quickly spoke up.
“Wait, wait. Don’t end the call!”
“I was just going to mute us, bubs,” he said, turning to you with his eyebrows high.
“Oh, okay,” you said sheepishly.
He muted the call, turning to you with a curious face. You noticed Minho was kind enough to look at his phone in the meantime, giving you two some semblance of privacy.
“So?” He prompted.
“Are you suggesting we just have sex in front of him?” You asked bluntly, because there was no reason to beat around the bush anymore.
“Not if you don’t want to,” he shrugged. “If it gets you going we can just make out until he gets tired and leaves. Or if it’s just a fantasy then we end the call.”
“What.. uh, what do you think he’ll say?”
“Ask him,” Seungmin suggested.
You slowly reached over to the laptop, clicking the button to unmute yourself.
“Minho,” you said, swallowing the very little moisture that was left in your throat.
“Yeah?”
“Can we keep going?”
“Oh, yeah,” he nodded, his hand coming into view on his keyboard, “I’ll call Minnie tomorrow.”
“No, no,” you tried, causing Minho to raise his eyebrows, “what if you stayed. And watched.”
“Watched?” Minho gasped.
“You said you’re lonely and you’re probably bored,” you began, encouraged by Seungmin’s hand on your back, “if you want to we can entertain you.”
Minho’s eyes flicked over to Seungmin, studying his reaction. When he saw the small nod his friend gave him, he nodded back.
“I am extremely bored,” he said slowly.
You took one final look at your boyfriend, seeing the reassuring smile on his face before turning back to the screen.
“Anything you’d like to see?”
“Your ass,” he answered instantly. You laughed, nodding before you got back into your previous position, making a point of shaking your ass from side to side as you got comfortable.
Seungmin’s hand was in your hair in a matter of seconds, pulling you towards him as he kissed you hungrily. It was messy, sloppy, the kind of kiss he gave you when he was dying to do more.
But Seungmin wanted you to set the pace—do only what you wanted to when you had an audience.
This was new, and so fucking exciting, but he didn’t want to do anything that would unsettle you. So he just kissed you, tongue crashing against yours as he tugged on your hair.
You lifted off the bed slightly, just to get closer to Seungmin, in the process showing Minho your ass from the best angle.
“Minnie,” you moaned into the kiss, feeling the wetness pooling in your underwear. “He likes my ass.”
“Yeah, I think he made that clear,” he chuckled at you.
“Slap it,” you asked quietly.
“You sure?” Seungmin pulled away. You usually only asked him to do that when you were well and truly gone, only letting your desperation talk.
“Please,” you said, kissing his jaw, “I think he’ll like it.”
So your boyfriend complied. He brought his hand to your ass, squeezing it harshly before he slapped it.
It didn’t hurt too much, thanks to the layer between your skins—and the fact Seungmin didn’t use much force.
“That was pathetic, Seungmin,” Minho said. “You need to slap it like you mean it.”
Seungmin noticed the way you whimpered—and a huge smirk appeared on his face.
“Like this, hyung?” He asked, before landing his palm on you again, this time it was loud enough to bounce against the walls. It was hard enough to jolt your whole body forward.
“Ask her,” Minho ordered.
“Was that hard enough for you, baby?”
“Harder,” you whined. Seungmin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he did as you asked, landing another loud slap on your ass.
This time it stung, but not to the point of pain. You moaned.
“Yeah, I think she liked that one,” Minho chuckled.
You nodded quickly, looking up at Seungmin as you bit your lip.
“You’ll feel it more if I take this off,” he suggested gently, running a finger over the waistband of your leggings.
You didn’t even say anything, simply moved around until you managed to slip out of the soft material, whining at the way the air felt against your damp panties.
You could hear Minho sighing as your bare ass came into view.
“Why would you bother with underwear when it isn’t even covering anything?” He commented. Seungmin looked over your shoulder, observing Minho’s comment. Your thong really didn’t cover much.
He grabbed onto the pink string, pulling at it until it snapped back into place harshly.
You moaned again, arching your back before you quietly asked Seungmin to keep going.
He slapped your ass five more times, making you moan louder every time, before he grabbed your ass then rubbed his hand over the spot he hit.
He tapped your hip, urging you to move sideways on your knees—offering your ass up to him. He leaned down and kissed that same spot.
He then kissed down your ass, to the back of your thigh, and planted one small kiss on your core.
You almost forgot what was happening, what you were actually doing, before Seungmin grabbed your hips and moved you closer to the laptop.
He pushed your knees apart and chuckled.
“Look at that, hyung,” he said, almost proudly. “That wet patch is big.”
He ran a finger over your panties, from where the string sat snugly between your ass to your core, stopping at the entrance. He dipped his finger in as far as the fabric let him, causing you to buck your hips towards his hand.
“Aw, look,” Minho chuckled, “she’s needy.”
You moaned loudly at that, repeating the action with your hips.
“Minnie’s not being so nice to you, huh?” Minho asked, laughing lightly at how much you were pushing against Seungmin’s fingers.
“You think she knows it can’t go any deeper with her thong in the way?”
“She’s not very smart when she’s desperate,” Seungmin explained, “I don’t think she even knows it’s still on.”
The more they talked about you like you weren’t even there, the wetter you got. And Seungmin could feel it.
He knew you liked being talked down on, he knew you liked being called names, but he wasn’t too good at that. He tried, he always did, but the fear of getting carried away and hurting your feelings stopped him.
But now, with someone else chiming in and feeding your fantasies, he didn’t think he’d have to say much at all to hit the spots you craved.
He pushed his doubts to the side as he pulled you up to face him.
Minho slumped in his seat, upset to see your ass move away, but the next thing he saw was very much worth that slight disappointment.
Seungmin grabbed you by the throat, looking straight into your eyes as he said, “is my little girl all dumb for me?”
“Fuck,” was all you could say back.
“That didn’t sound like an answer,” Minho said.
Seungmin smirked as he saw your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head.
“Come on, baby. Minho wants you to answer,” Seungmin prompted, raising his eyebrows at you.
“Y-yeah,” you sighed.
“Yeah? Yeah, what?” Seungmin demanded, pressing his fingers into your throat for a moment.
“I get so dumb when I’m desperate for your cock, Minnie,” you groaned.
Seungmin smiled at you, leaning down to kiss you eagerly.
He ran his hands over your stomach, pinching your shirt in a silent question. But you didn’t respond, just pulled him closer to you by his neck as you kissed him harder.
Minho called your name, unsure if he was allowed to use any pet names with you, and got your attention.
“Can Seungmin take your shirt off?”
“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded quickly, letting your boyfriend peel your shirt off and toss it to the side.
“See, Minnie, you need to use your words sometimes.”
“Hey,” you grinned at your boyfriend, “that’s what you always tell me to do.”
“Don’t be a smartass,” Seungmin chuckled at you.
He grabbed your hips, pulling you towards him when Minho coughed.
“You’re gonna just let her be a smartass?”
You both stopped.
Seungmin turned to the screen, letting one of his hands rub against your stomach.
“What do you mean, hyung?”
“If she talks back to you, you should put her in her place.” You swallowed. You looked between Seungmin and the screen, noticing both boys wore a huge smirk on their faces.
“Yeah, I probably should,” he mused, running his finger across your jawline. “She does misbehave a lot.”
“I do not!” You protested.
“Already proving your point, man,” Minho tsked.
“She’s so demanding too,” Seungmin shook his head, “like she really thinks she’s the one in charge.”
You blinked up at him.
“But as soon as I ask her what she wants she’ll just say ‘just give me what you want’ like the good girl she should be,” Seungmin said. He used a voice to mock you when he quoted your words, and it made your whole body shudder as you clenched hard around nothing at all.
Minho laughed. “I think she felt that.”
“Should I check how wet that made her?” He suggested, looking right at you.
You nodded quickly, excitement pooling in your stomach at the thought he was going to touch you.
“Shhh,” he said, sickingly sweet, “I wasn’t talking to you.”
You moaned at that, eyes squeezing shut as your body instantly reacted to those words, too. The want in your core had turned into an ache, so strong you were sure you would lose your mind soon.
You asked Seungmin for this exact thing so many times—and finally you were getting what you wanted.
“Careful what you wish for, huh, bubs?” Seungmin whispered at you, seemingly managing to read your mind again. You chuckled at him, pecking his lips softly before you let him bring his fingers to your core.
He pushed your panties to the side, dipping one finger into your entrance.
“Fuck,” he chuckled airily, pushing deeper in pure curiosity. “Baby, I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet for me before.”
“Please,” you sighed, basking in the stretch his finger provided. But it wasn’t enough. “Please, more.”
“What do you think, Minho?” You clenched at that, moaning softly. Seungmin laughed.
“How much more can she take?”
You didn’t say anything, unsure of if it was your turn to speak.
Seungmin moved around, placing himself behind you as he turned your body to face the camera, the only thing blocking Minho’s view was Seungmin’s hand cupping your core.
“Answer him,” Seungmin said, warning.
“I can take more,” you sighed, eyes fluttering shut as Seungmin pressed his finger deeper into you with every slow thrust.
“He didn’t ask if, he asked how much. Are you stupid or you just can’t listen?” Seungmin froze. He never used that word before, only dumb, and suddenly his whole body was tingling with adrenaline. He messed up, he got carried away and hurt your feelings, and in front of someone else, too. you were gonna hate him and—
“Fuck, Minnie, if you say that again I’ll fucking cum,” you whined loudly, dropping your head on his shoulder.
Instinctively he added another finger, pace quick and deep. But he couldn’t say anything. He was too spooked, unsure of how exactly to word a sentence with that word in it.
He looked at the screen, admiring your body, the way you pushed your chest forward as you leaned on his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut and jaw hanging open.
He caught Minho’s face on the screen, eyes wide and hand silently gesturing for him to say something.
Seungmin sent him back a panicked look, only focusing on moving faster to make you cum.
So Minho took over.
“Come on, Minnie. Make her stupid cunt cum.”
Seungmin felt your walls closing in around his fingers, pulsing as you moaned loudly into his ear. You whined as he kept up his pace, helping you ride out your high, the electric current swimming all through your body as one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever felt crashed into you. It didn’t stop, Seungmin relentless as he noticed your body wasn’t going limp like it usually did—another wave hitting you at full force.
When his hand started cramping he sucked on your exposed neck to distract himself which seemed to have backfired, as he felt your body reacting, another one shooting through your walls.
At one point or another you gasped out, pushing his wrist away from you.
“Okay, okay,” he kissed your cheek, stilling his hand inside you.
You panted heavily, your body covered in a layer of sweat as Seungmin lowered you both back onto the bed. He delicately pulled his hand away, grabbing a tissue and cleaning himself off as he gave you space to breathe.
He made sure to kiss your cheeks as you breathed, fighting the urge to wrap his hands around your middle because you didn’t like that when you were breathless. Finally, you spoke.
“Holy fucking shit.”
They both laughed.
“Does it always happen like that?” Minho asked, panting slightly himself.
“That has never happened before,” he laughed, kissing your temple. “You did so so well to take all that.”
“Yeah,” Minho agreed, “you did a really good job.”
You smiled sheepishly.
“Thank you for letting me watch,” he said, looking on as you signalled to your boyfriend that you were done.
“Thank you for helping. A lot,” you laughed.
You looked over at the screen and noticed a small white stain on the front of his shirt. “When did that happen?”
“Oh, some point during your ten minute orgasm,” he shrugged. You all laughed before you corrected him.
“Orgasms.”
“How many do you think that was?” Seungmin asked as he judged he could finally wrap his hands around you, leaning his chin on your shoulder.
“Maybe five?” You scrunched your nose, butterflies creeping into your stomach as both of them whistled in awe.
“New record!” He exclaimed, offering his palm out to you. You weakly gave him a high five.
“How are you feeling, Min?” You asked after the silence settled, as did your breathing.
“I’m okay—“
“I feel better—“
They both answered. Seungmin chuckled as he asked, “which one of us?”
“I meant Minho,” you giggled, “since he’s the one who’s sick.”
“I feel better actually, gonna do another test tomorrow to see if they’ll let me out of this prison,” he chuckled, taking a few sips from his water bottle.
“Yes, please come back soon. I’ve had enough of cooking for these guys,” you rolled your eyes.
Minho laughed at that, promising he’ll free you of your duties soon enough.
“You?” You turned your head lightly, cupping your boyfriend’s chin as you soothed your thumb over his skin.
“I’m glad you had so much fun. My hand hurts though,” he pouted. You brought his hand up towards your lips, kissing his wrist a few times before he nodded.
“And you, bubs?”
“Oh, I feel fucking incredible,” they laughed, “I kept telling you to be mean and you didn’t listen.”
“Well, now I know you were not kidding,” Seungmin exclaimed dramatically.
“I’m gonna go shower guys,” Minho said, running a hand through his hair, “make sure you drink a lot before you sleep, okay?”
The three of you bid each other good night, and once it was just the two of you again, Seungmin made sure to feed you and hydrate you and clean you before you cuddled until you fell asleep.
A few weeks down the line, the three of you were sat around the living room watching a movie Jisung recommended. During one of the montages, Seungmin spoke up.
“You know what I realised?” You both hummed. “During the six orgasms that happened that night, none of them were mine.”
The three of you laughed, Minho raising his eyebrows at you with a lopsided smile.
warnings: swearing, dry humping, making out, messing around over clothes, shy!reader turned brave, bestie han for a minute, cheesy ending bc i couldn’t help myself, unspecified relationship
inspo: requested by anon! Humbly requests dry humping with Seungmin👀
notes: some of you might’ve noticed kim seungmin has captured me in his spell. this is the first of many minnie fics i have to write to deal with my feelings. thank you. rbs and feedback are much appreciated 🫶🏻
{ wc: 2462 }
Your routine with Seungmin was quite simple. You’d come over to the dorm when the other boys were busy and get to spend some time alone with him. He usually put something on the TV—a reality contest about singers, but he never watched the episodes chronologically, so singers would disappear and reappear every time you watched another one. Sometimes he’d watch the finale before the auditions.
You thought it was crazy, but the truth was you weren’t there to watch the singing competition with him.
You were there to spend time with your crush.
After watching two episodes he’d order some food (almost always getting you the pork belly you liked) and then you two would eat.
Then you’d talk about things. He’d share the troubles he had at work and you’d share your stresses and then he’d crack a joke or two and then you talked about happier things and without fail, his head would end up in your lap as you played with his wonderful hair.
Once the silence settled around the pair of you, Seungmin would stretch, yawn, and ask you if he could kiss you.
He’d kiss you for a few minutes, softly, and then he’d ask if it was time for you to head home since it was getting late.
The routine was like clockwork.
And like clockwork, Seungmin would ignore the kisses you shared once they were done.
You did complain about the situation to your best friend, Jisung, who sadly was also Seungmin’s best friend. All Jisung had to say was, “but you like him, how is this bad?”
“Because I want more than dinner and some pecks,” you whined.
“Okay. So initiate that,” he shrugged back at you.
“I can’t,” you helpfully explained.
“He’s a coward,” Jisung said simply as he took another spoonful of ice cream, “he’s obviously too scared to start something. So if you want more just do it. What happened to girls can make the first move?”
“Girls can,” you took another bite of the ice cream you were sharing with Jisung, “but I can’t.”
“Then stop complaining.”
“You’re so good at advice, I’m so happy I picked you as my best friend,”
Jisung grinned at you, his cheeks full of ice cream.
“He likes you, he wants to be with you, and with the little schedule you have going on he gets that. Why would he risk it?” Was Jisung actually offering you advice? “If you want more then put on your big girl pants and start something.”
“What I want is to take off my—“
“—no! Don’t wanna hear that!”
You grinned at your best friend before you got back to your ice cream. Perhaps he was right.
**
Next time you saw Seungmin you decided the only way to get a different result would be to break the routine.
As the first episode of the show started you brought your hand in between your bodies. Slowly, you crawled your pinky across the sofa until it touched his hand.
Seungmin did not react at all.
In fact, he remained frozen for the rest of the contestant's song—only reacting when he rolled his eyes at the judge’s praise.
“That guy is biased,” he started, “that wasn’t a good cover, it sounded like karaoke.”
“You should be a judge on one of these shows,” you said, finally gathering the courage to link your fingers together.
Seungmin hummed.
“Maybe when we disband and I—“
“—Ahhhh la la laa!”
He squeezed your hand, a chuckle on his tongue. “what?”
“You’re not allowed to say that word!”
He laughed, his eyes disappearing under his bangs. “Okay.”
You held hands through the whole episode, Seungmin’s thumb rubbing against your palm in rhythm with the songs playing. You liked that a lot.
And then, after you finished the food and telling him all about your big fight with your mum, his head was in your lap again.
You ran your finger through his hair.
It was quiet.
Only this time you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. You had to break the routine. That was the only way. He was going to ask to kiss you and you would say no. You’d say you wanted more. Yes, that was the plan.
“Hey, pretty?” That was different.
You hummed.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Since when do you call me pretty?”
“Since when do you hold my hand?” He asked right back. The hand that wasn’t playing with his hair was resting by his head, and Seungmin had reached out for it and laced your fingers together.
“I dunno,” you mumbled, “I just wanted to.”
“It’s not bad, I like holding your hand,” he looked up at you with a smile, squeezing your hand.
You smiled to yourself, brushing his bangs into his eyes.
“I liked it too,” you said. Seungmin hummed.
The silence took its turn again.
“So.. about that kiss?”
“Oh, uh,” you started.
As soon as something other than ‘yes’ left your lips, Seungmin lifted his head from your lap. He turned to you, eyes wide, waiting for you to say something.
You were still holding hands but one of you had started to sweat and both your palms were now incredibly warm.
“Um, yeah,” you said after a few moments.
“Um, yeah?” He repeated, eyes squinting at you.
“Sorry, I was just thinking about something,” you nodded, “I’m here now.”
“Do you wanna talk about it?” He offered, almost getting back into position for Phase Three. But you were ready now for Phase Five.
“No, let’s kiss instead.”
So there went your plan to say no. But maybe you already changed too much today—holding hands was a great start and you can just build more from there.
Seungmin brought his hand to your jaw, pulling you closer and pressing his lips against yours.
You let his soft lips take control, like you always did, following his lead and asking for nothing more. He pressed his lips against yours once and then twice, and then he pulled away.
Before you even thought of opening your eyes you leaned forward—kissing him again, pulling him back towards you.
Seungmin reacted instantly, bringing his hand to your waist to keep you this close to him.
You moved against each other, your mind taken over by how soft his lips were.
You moved your hand to his jaw, feeling the way it flexed as he opened his mouth, experimentingly moving his tongue against yours. You hummed, brushing your thumb against his cheek.
When you pushed against him more, trying to get him to lay down he pulled away.
His pupils were blown as he looked at you up and down before his eyes settled on your lips.
“We should keep going,” he said, breathing heavily, “we should definitely do more of that.”
“Then why did you stop, Minnie?”
“The boys are gonna be back in like twenty minutes,” he groaned.
“So? That’s a very long time,” you smiled up at him, massaging your fingers against his scalp.
“Yeah, yeah, but it’s not enough time.”
“Enough? For what?” You asked, hopefully.
“I don’t want us to get carried away and for the boys to see you in a position you don’t want to be seen in,” he explained. You didn’t quite understand.
Well, you did. You just wanted him to say it clearly.
“What kind of position?” You kissed his cheek. When he said nothing you kept kissing him, down his jaw, down his neck, settling on a spot that made him sigh.
You sucked on his skin, grinning to yourself when he let out a groan and squeezed your hips in response. You took that as a sign to keep going.
“Pretty,” he sighed softly.
“Yeah?” You mumbled, licking over the now red spot you created.
“Don’t start something I can’t finish.” It sounded like a warning.
“And who said you can’t finish it?”
“Seventeen minutes isn’t enough,” he said simply.
“Do you always count the minutes before you kick me out?” You chuckled at him.
“No,” he countered, making the sound longer, “I count the minutes until I inevitably need to stop so they don’t come in when we’re in the middle of something.”
You shook your head at his logic. “We could just go to your room and close the door, you know.”
Seungmin looked at you with wide eyes.
Instead of saying anything else—because you made your thoughts pretty clear, you’d say—you leaned forward, grabbing his chin and tilting it upwards, enough to allow you to pepper kisses around his skin. His collarbone peaked out from his oversized shirt collar, the perfect place to plant endless kisses like you always wanted to.
When you pulled away from his skin, both his hands were cupping your head, one in your hair and one on your cheek—pulling you back towards his lips eagerly.
He kissed you with an urgency you’ve never felt from him before.
Your tongues moved against each other as the pair of you gasped, Seungmin’s hands pulling your waist even closer to him, practically dragging you over the couch.
“We have twelve minutes, Minnie,” you teased him with a smirk, pulling away slightly to catch your breath.
But he didn’t react to that. Instead, he used the opportunity to kiss down your neck.
“I’m not stopping,” was all he said, biting your skin before he started sucking on it.
“No one told you to stop,” you sighed as a tingle ran down your neck and towards your spine.
Seungmin bit the skin one more time before he faced you again, his lips wet and shiny as he kissed you for a moment.
Then he stood up. His sweats did very little to conceal the way all this affected him, and you felt a heat spread between your legs when he caught you staring at him.
He offered his hand to you and you quickly took it, standing up and following him to his room.
You’ve never been in his room before except for one other time. You were cold and he told you to just grab the first hoodie you see. That took you about three seconds and you never stepped foot in his room again.
Now, Seungmin locked the door behind him.
You easily laid onto the bed, settling yourself on the pillows as Seungmin climbed on top of you.
He rubbed his thumb in circles against your cheek as he smiled at you, licking his lips. “Hey, pretty.”
“Hey,” you smiled back.
“Can I kiss you?”
You giggled at him, rolling your eyes. “Can you please do more than that already?”
His eyes gleamed at you. “Desperate, are we?”
“Like you’re not fully hard right now?” You shot back.
Seungmin laughed, and then rolled his eyes, and before he could say whatever smug retort was on his lips you pushed your hips up and rubbed against his crotch.
He gasped.
“Yeah, what was that?” You smirked at him.
“Shut up,” he dismissed.
You decided he definitely didn’t have any right to tease you, and so you grabbed his hips and pushed him down—his body meeting yours.
His eyes fluttered shut.
You were going to say something cheeky, he knew, so instead he kissed you as you rolled his hips against yours.
Seungmin hadn’t made a move to take any of your clothes off, or his, but his hips were moving against yours in the best way.
At one point you heard the front door open, and Seungmin pulled away from you, but you quickly grabbed his face and ran your tongue across his lips.
“I don’t care that they’re here, just keep going,” you said in between gasps.
He listened, and quickly got back to kissing you as he dragged his body against yours. You moved up to meet his thrusts, moaning into the kiss as he bumped against your sensitive bud.
You were gasping, grabbing at his arms, doing anything you could to get him closer to you.
And he did everything he could to get you to make those beautiful noises again.
He ran his hands all over you, not even sure where to touch first now that he was touching you. He moved from squeezing your thighs to your arms to your waist to running up and down your stomach until he was brave enough to crawl his hand under your shirt and all the way up to your breasts.
You were wearing one of your bralettes today, which made it much easier for him to simply run his thumb against your bra until he got a reaction from you.
You moaned softly as he rubbed your nipple with a smirk.
“What are you getting cocky about?” You asked, breatheless.
“Just… that I can drive you crazy with minimal effort.”
“I don’t think I’m gonna cum from this, if that’s what’s getting you excited,” you said, bucking your hips up involentarily.
“Who said I’m trying to make you cum?”
You whined at his words, and Seungmin had to remind you the boys were home now, so he licked into your mouth again to keep you quiet.
It was fifteen minutes before midnight when Seungmin pulled away, placing his face in your neck and kissing it lightly as you both caught your breaths.
You had no idea you were going for that long, but you knew your panties were ruined from having soaked through them and that there was a stain on the front of Seungmin’s sweats from where he was leaking.
He ran his hands up and down your sides as you both just breathed.
“Do you need to go home?” He asked, like he always does. But this time it sounded more like a child asking if he had to go to bed and stop playing with his favourite friend.
“Maybe in a bit?” You offered.
Seungmin rubbed circles into your stomach where your shirt was scrunched up your middle. He kissed your cheek.
“Don’t want you to go yet, pretty.”
You ran your hand up his back and then down again, matching the pace of his fingers on your skin. “I hate when you go.”
“You’re the one who kicks me out every time,” you smiled.
“Yeah, but I told you why. I need to stop myself because now I don’t want you to ever leave. I just wanna do this for hours.”
“And what makes you think I don’t want to do this for hours, too?”
Seungmin picked his head up, looking at you bewildered. As if you just told him the most magnificent secret. “I’m…. not sure.”
“So…. can we keep doing this for hours?”
Seungmin didn’t answer, instead brought your lips together and kissed you for an undetermined amount of minutes. Or maybe hours.
tags: established relationship, polyamory, light dom/sub dynamics, smut!!!🔞
warnings: swearing, throuple, mxm, oral (f recieving), nipple play, making out so much of that, piercings, slight overstimulation, use of “bunny” and “bubs”,
inspo: must i defend myself? anyway. 2min in the 5star teaser pics.
notes: this was just meant to be a quick one but alas. this got away from me. also the mxm is a bit stronger here don't say i didn't warn you and don't say you didn't know it was a throuple.
{ wc: 2426 }
"you keep looking at my lip ring," seungmin smirks at you, eyebrows raised as he catches the shy look in your eyes. they were glued to the black ring only moments ago—but now you can't even look up from your lap.
"it's just.. different," you let out. instead of feeding his ego any further, you turn away from him, smiling as you see your other boyfriend walk in. sporting a piercing in the exact same spot as seungmin, but his is a round stud.
you can't help the gasp that leaves you, and seungmin can't help but laugh.
"hyung!" he starts, enthusiastically, and you know you've been caught. he jumps up in his seat, arm extended towards minho, but you quickly slap it down and tell him to be quiet. seungmin's teasing is bad enough—you don't need minho to realise your new found weakness as well.
"yeah?" minho smiles, sitting down next to you.
"nothing!" you're quick to say. "seungmin is being silly."
"y/n likes the piercings," seungmin says.
"no. i just think they're different. why did you get them in the same spot anyway?" you ask minho in an attempt to move the attention away from you, choosing to ignore the shit eating grin on seungmin's face.
minho cocks his head to the side, shuffling closer to you. "you like them?"
"they're alright," you all but whisper.
minho grabs your chin softly, which forces you to look away from your lap and up into his big eyes. but his eyes only hold you captive for a moment or two, before your gaze flickers down to the round stud below his lip.
he smirks, his lips curling as two lumps appear next to them. you suppress the groan in your throat so strongly it brings up a cough. you turn away from minho as to not cough in his face, and are met with seungmin right in front of you. you're not sure when he moved so close to you but you're now caged in between your boyfriends and their shining new piercings.
you feel rather than see minho placing his chin on your shoulder, your eyes still focused on seungmin's ring. his lips are so plum the ring looks like it's tight—and so you ask.
"not really," he shrugs.
"did it hurt when you got them?" you ask.
"only for a second," minho says, right next to your ear. "kim seungmin did make a lot of noise though."
seungmin rolls his eyes at the comment. he brings his hand to your free shoulder and rubs his thumb over your skin.
"are you going to keep them?"
"maybe," seungmin muses.
you nod, letting the silence devour you as seungmin's gaze freezes you in place. you can hear three sets of breathing, but not much else.
"anything else you wanna know, bunny?" minho asks softly in your ear. you're not sure when he moved them, but his hands are around your stomach—pulling you flush against his chest.
"whatdoesittastelike?" you let it, your voice quiet and cracking and incoherent.
"didn't catch that," minho chuckles, seungmin nodding along with him.
"say that again for us?" seungmin suggests.
you swallow, your throat dry and rough.
"what does it taste like? the metal?"
minho laughs softly, kissing your jaw before he turns his head towards seungmin. they share a look over your head, and then minho brings a hand to the back of seungmin's neck and pulls him closer. your noses touch.
"why don't you find out?" minho offers softly.
you tear your gaze away from that stupid ring and look into seungmin's eyes. they're sparkling and teasing and wanting.
you can't do much else but crash your lips against his.
they're still soft, it's still your seungmin you're kissing, but the metal now between your lips and his is impossible to ignore. it's cold, and foreign, and after a few seconds you experimentally lick his lips. seungmin's been too patient, and he can't wait anymore, and that little lick from you is all he needs to open his mouth and crash your tongues together. you can still feel the ring in between you—can still notice it's cold. but now you can taste it. everything tastes like seungmin, like the coffee he had not too long ago and his lipbalm and his skincare and then you notice. it taste like coins.
but seungmin overpowers that, more so when you start whining into his mouth at the realisation of just how hard he's kissing you. you pull away, as much as you can with minho still behind you, and gasp out for air.
it doesn't take more than a second before minho grabs your jaw and turns you towards him, crashing your lips together instantly. minho is much less patient, and glides his tongue towards yours the second your lips touch.
minho's piercing is different, and so it feels different kissing him. the metal doesn't sit in between you two—it doesn't dare interrupt—but you can feel it probing against your bottom lip every time you open your lips around his. as you keep kissing, moving around each other, you catch it between your lips and pull at it—which causes minho to pull away and hiss at you.
it tastes like silver.
"i'm sorry!!" you wince, "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to!"
but you aren't allowed to keep apologising, as seungmin grabs your shoulders and turns you around—quickly colliding his tongue with yours.
you feel minho's hands around your shoulder so you think he's forgiven you, especially considering he pulls at the straps of your tank top and pushes it down towards your stomach.
you don't think too much about it, you're too lightheaded from all the kissing to realise what's about to happen, until you feel something cold and round rub against your nipple and you gasp into seungmin's mouth.
"shhh," seungmin encourages. once he pulls away he notices just how heavily you're breathing, and so he rubs your cheek soothingly and waits for you to catch your breath.
but you can't. minho's lips are on your chest, kissing and sucking and the cold metal from his stud sends shockwaves all through your body every time it nudges against your nipple.
"it's cold and it's, ahh—“ you try, but your back arches up and minho bites the skin below your nipples and you moan loudly.
seungmin's smile takes over his whole face and he shuffles downwards, "okay, i wanna try."
minho pulls away when he hears that, and smirks up when he sees your blissed out face. the view only gets better, as seungmin's lip ring means the cool sensation presses against your nipple for longer. he sucks and bites and licks and the metal rolls against your sensitive bud.
you try focusing on minho's eyes that glue to your face but you can't, the pleasure too much to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head.
"well, if you won't let me look at you i might as well..." minho mumbles, and you aren't sure what he's talking about until another pair of lips wraps around your other nipple, the cold stud pushing against your skin.
your moans only get louder, the doubled stimulation sending shivers all the way up your spine. you can feel it in the bottom of your mouth—urging you to let out the lewdest noises.
you reach for them, your fingers sliding into their hairs as you pull at the same time. they both groan, the vibrations and the cold and the wetness enough to make you squirm uncomfortably under their weight.
"stop stop stop," you let out, breathless.
they both pull away quickly, eyes wide as they exchange a look between them.
"are you okay?"
"what's wrong?"
"i just," you heave, your whole body on fire. the wetness on your nipples cools you down quickly, but it's not enough. you need air. "it's so good, like so fucking good. i'm just so warm and i can't breath."
minho quickly gets up and sets the aircon to a colder setting. seungmin gets up to leave too, but you stop him with a hand on his shoulder.
"w-where are you going?" you ask, softly. vulnerable.
"just to get you water," seungmin explains, but the look on your face tells him to stay put. "hyung!"
"yeah, i'm on it!" minho says from the kitchen, where he's already filling three bottles of water.
once he's back, you drink more than half of it and sigh.
"sorry if we overwhelmed you, bunny," minho says, brushing the hair that's stuck to your forehead. "that was just really fun."
seungmin looks at him, eyes bright and smirk wide as he says, "so fun."
"i knew your tits were sensitive, but i didn't think a little bit of metal would get you like that," minho smirks.
"i'm so fucking horny," you sigh, letting your head fall against the couch. seungmin laughs loudly, rubbing your knee.
"well, once you've calmed down we can check how sensitive your clit is to our piercings?" seungmin offers.
you look at him, wide eyed, and nod quickly.
minho laughs, kissing your shoulder as he wraps an arm around your middle. seungmin follows, his arms just below it.
"how does it taste?" minho asks, pure curiosity in his voice as he rests his head on your shoulder.
"i guess it—"
"—you could just find out?" seungmin offers, smirking at minho as he gets closer and closer to his face.
you laugh at minho's appalled expression, as if he doesn't kiss seungmin all the time, and decide to move aside as seungmin climbs over to minho's side.
the older grabs seungmin's jaw and kisses him, moaning just like you did as the cold metal collides with his tongue. you watch as your boyfriends kiss, understanding a little bit about what got them so worked up over your reaction. every time you see minho's tongue roll against the lip ring he groans, and there's a small clashing noise whenever their piercings touch.
once you catch your breath, and the increasingly wet patch between your legs can no longer be ignored, you move closer to them and simply grab seungmin's jaw. he resists for only a moment before you tug him away from minho and crash your lips together again.
the taste of the metal isn't too foreign anymore.
"yah!" minho yells, grabbing your hips and squeezing, "that was rude! i wasn't done!"
you pull away from the kiss, only long enough to shrug and say, "i was getting bored."
"you're so fucking spoiled," minho groans, "i can't even kiss my boyfriend for three minutes?"
you pull away again, mainly because you feel seungmin struggle to breath, and turn to face minho. you pout at him.
"but you two said i could find out what they feel like against my clit," you whine.
minho rolls his eyes at you.
"fine. come here then," he pulls you closer, already tugging on your pants. "but i swear if you pull him away from me again you're in so much trouble."
"children," seungmin says, hands up in front of him as if to calm you down, "no need to fight. there's enough kim seungmin for everyone."
"look what you've done," you groan at minho, "now he's being a cocky shit."
you yelp as minho hoists you up in the air and places you on your back, tugging your underwear off in a split second. he ignores your comment, mostly because he knows seungmin isn't going to stop being cocky for a while. he'll just take care of the attitude you’re both displaying sometime later.
for now, he rubs his finger along your entrance, gathering the slick on his finger before he invites seungmin to come closer.
"youngest eats first," he says, and seungmin smirks as he wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls you closer to him.
it only takes him a moment to wrap his lips around your clit—and then your moans are louder than you've ever heard them. the metal is cold and hard against you, and seungmin is only spurred on by the noises.
you pull minho towards you, kissing him desperately as your body starts cultivating. "thank fuck for those piercings," you moan loudly, urging seungmin to keep going.
"go on bunny, the sooner you cum the sooner i get to try too," minho smiles against your lips, before he moves down to tease your nipples again. the stimulation is too much, and it only takes a second for you to fall over the edge, your thighs shaking rapidly against seungmin's head.
he pulls away as soon as you push at his forehead, his chin shiny and smile overjoyed. it's a big contrast between his expression and his lip ring—the dangerous look it brings isn't enough to overshadow his pure eyes.
minho rubs your stomach as you calm down, your whole body moving as you gasp for air. he knows you aren't ready yet, and as to not overwhelm you, he moves back and grabs another bottle for you.
"while she calms down," he starts, turning to seungmin, "wanna show me what she tastes like?"
seungmin laughs loudly at that before he grabs minho's neck and kisses him deeply—the pair moaning. at your taste, and the metal, and knowing you're right beneath them looking up at the whole thing.
just as minho cups seungmin's jaw, pulling him closer and grabbing a handful of his ass, you cough.
"min, i—“
minho groans as he pulls away from his boyfriend, looking up to the ceiling with the most fed up expression he can master. seungmin's head falls back as he laughs.
"she's so fucking spolied," he mutters, pecking seungmin's lips one more time before he turns to you.
he situates himself between your thighs, licking his lips as he sees you clenching in anticipation.
"we need to stop spoiling her, seungminnie," minho mumbles, sinking a finger into your heat. you moan loudly, finally feeling something inside you.
"yeah," seungmin agrees, pushing his hair back as he finds the perfect spot to watch you two from. "but it's probably not gonna be today."
"mhm," minho nods, eyes glued to your pussy and the way it sucks in his finger. "not today, then."
at that minho wraps his lips around you, the little stud on his chin rubbing against your folds.
you know you're not going to get tired of those piercings any time soon, or how much your boyfriends spoil you for that matter.
tags: established relationship, polyamory, dom/sub dynamics, smut!!!🔞
warnings: swearing, throuple, mxm, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, dirty talk, angry!minnie (not at reader), an unhinged mess.
inspo: @tasteracha, the enabler™️
notes: ig my 2min throuple adventures start now. i should definitely be asleep but i’ve been possessed and this was created. i’m oh so sorry for this but i couldn’t sleep thinking about it.
{ wc: 2413 }
“ugh!”
slam.
you quickly paused the show you were watching to bring your attention towards the entrance of your home, watching a very agitated seungmin throwing his shoes by the door. minho silently toed his own shoes off, face neutral as he just stood behind seungmin, following his movements like a cautious animal trying to approach a stranger.
“i just don’t fucking understand why he has to be so difficult,” seungmin started ranting, walking over to the fridge. he took out a bottle of water, slamming the fridge door behind him before he angrily gulped down half the drink. then he huffed again.
“and what is he telling me all that for the second before we finish work? what am i supposed to do about it now?”
minho didn’t answer any of seungmin’s questions, having known him long enough to understand they were all rhetorical anyway. he didn’t need answers, or advice, or anything like that. he didn’t even really need minho to listen to him. he just needed to vent.
you knew that too, so you didn’t probe at the pair at all, just silently observed them from your spot on the floor.
“hey,” minho tried, taking a step closer to the younger boy, “i’ll make us something to eat and we can just forget about this.”
“i’m not hungry,” seungmin huffed, walking over to the couch and plopping down on it angrily.
minho followed him, sitting down on the other side of you—or where your back was leaning against the bottom of the couch.
“are you hungry, bunny?” minho asked you, rubbing your shoulder softly.
“not yet, i had lunch late,” you smiled softly.
minho nodded at your answer, leaning into the cushions as he countined to observe seungmin. he was biting at his lip, brows scrunched together in annoyance.
you turned around in your spot, leaning your knees against the bottom of the couch to face them. you brought your hand onto seungmin’s knee, rubbing it softly.
“wanna ta—“
“—no,” he said.
“welcome home hug then?” you offered, cautiously. seungmin wasn’t usually in such bad moods, and you knew to approach him delicately in this kind of state.
he looked at you, his bangs hiding his eyes slightly, and nodded. he reminded you of a wounded puppy, and so you almost jumped up from your seat to embrace him. instead, you slowly climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around him as he buried his face in your chest. you placed your chin on his head, rubbing his back softly as you felt him sighing against your skin.
minho placed his hand on both your arms, speaking softly as he said, “i’ll talk to her tomorrow with you, we’ll sort it together.”
“thanks, hyung,” seungmin sighed, pulling away from your embrace.
you kept your arms around his shoulder, massaging his skin lightly.
seungmin ran his hands up and down your thighs, his expression telling you he was definitely still thinking about whatever it was that happened. his eyes weren’t focused on anything in particular.
“i’m so done with this fucking day,” he sighed again, letting his head fall back onto the cushions.
you looked over at minho, concern clear on your features. but it wasn’t present on his.
“we got you, minnie,” he said, shuffling closer on the couch until their thighs were touching. “we’re home now and the day is over.”
“yeah,” you agreed, kissing seungmin’s shoulder. “you’re home and we’re here with you.”
“do i say something cheesy like ‘nothing can bother me when i’m with you’?” he rolled his eyes, a small shadow of a smile playing on his lips.
“technically you just said it, so…” minho smirked.
“i hate you, hyung,” seungmin groaned.
“that’s not accurate,” he teased back.
you chuckled at them, unable to stop the obviously goofy smile you were wearing.
you wrapped your arms around seungmin’s middle, curling into his body as you rested your head on his chest. “i’m glad you two are home now.”
seungmin closed his eyes, still resting his head on the pillows, hand rubbing up and down your back.
“it is nice to be home after this shitty stupid day,” he mumbled.
“let’s order some food and watch something and you can forget about everything that happened,” you offered brightly, picking your head up from his chest to smile down at him. seungmin just shrugged before echoing that he wasn’t hungry.
you looked over at minho, eyebrows folded together—near defeat. he looked unfazed, as if he knew exactly how to calm seungmin down.
he smiled at you, confirming that thought.
“bunny, i think there’s another way we can help him relax and forget about his shitty stupid day,” minho said lowly, reaching for your hand and locking your fingers together.
you nodded, eager to do anything to get your boyfriend out of his foul mood.
minho kissed your knuckles softly before smiling and saying, “wanna get on your knees for us?”
you smirked, nodding happily before you climbed off seungmin’s lap and sat on your knees.
as soon as minho spoke, seungmin’s head flew up from the cushions, looking between the pair of you.
“i, it’s, it’s okay—“
“—shh,” minho soothed, running his hand down seungmin’s inner thigh, “i said we got you.”
you placed yourself between seungmin’s legs, shuffling closer when minho spread them apart to give you more space.
“wanna know what he said when we finished practice?” minho smirked at you, his hand moving higher and higher.
“hyung,” seungmin groaned, his neck flushing red.
“he kept making mistakes,” minho wanted to remind him, “but as soon as we were done he said when we got home he’d ruin your cunt. so i told him it wasn’t your fault he couldn’t remember the routine.”
you chuckled, grinning when you saw seungmin squirming in his seat. you both liked it when minho talked like this to either one of you—something about how casually he’d say such dirty things.
you slid your hands higher until they settled on seungmin’s crotch, feeling his cock hardening beneath your fingers. minho ran his hand over the belt, moving back and forth as he rested his head on seungmin’s shoulder.
“look at how pretty she is like that,” he said lowly, as if he didn’t want you to hear.
“so pretty,” seungmin sighed, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
“we’re gonna take such good care of you, minnie,” minho promised, slipping the belt out of the buckle. “would that be okay?”
“yeah, yes,” seungmin nodded, shifting around slightly to help minho push his pants down his thighs, letting you take over and push them past his knees.
you dragged your nails across his inner thigh, giggling when he whined.
“you ready, bunny?” minho smiled down at you, catching your chin between his fingers.
you nodded, grinning at him when he smiled proudly. “and you know kim seungmin hates mess, yeah?”
you nodded dutifully.
“so you’re gonna have to swallow everything he gives you, baby. can you do that for us?”
“yes, minho,” you replied, excitement fluttering your core.
“should we make a bit of a mess before you start,” minho looked over at seungmin, smirking, “just to piss him off?”
“you’re so annoying, min,” you chuckled, laughing as seungmin rolled his eyes.
you let minho pull you up onto your knees, grabbing your chin and kissing you messily. his tongue moved against yours roughly, purposely letting his spit gather down your lips, grabbing your hair and pulling on it unceremoniously. but you knew it was on purpose.
after a few minutes minho pulled away, smirking at what was clearly your messy demeanour, before nudging you closer to seungmin.
“all yours,” he smirked.
seungmin sucked his teeth before pulling you closer, smoothing down your hair and wiping the slick off your chin.
“beautiful,” he smiled when he was done, pecking your lips softly.
“she was beautiful before,” minho said, leaning his elbow on the cushion behind seungmin’s head.
“i know,” seungmin shrugged.
you shuffled closer until there was no more closer to go, placing your hands on seungmin’s thighs. minho’s fingers were moving up and down his boxers slowly, waiting for your small nod to tell him you were ready. when you were, they both pushed the fabric down, seungmin’s cock resting against his stomach. you felt your mouth water at the sight of him fully hard in front of you. he was definitely frustrated.
you looked at minho, following his lead as he grabbed seungmin’s cock and pumped it once then twice, before moving it to your lips. you let the tip rest against them for a few moments before you stuck out your tongue, smiling as seungmin sighed lightly.
“don’t be shy, baby,” minho encouraged, “we know you can take all of him straight away.”
“even when he’s so big?” you asked, eyes wide as you looked up at them.
“mhm,” he smiled, “you can take him.”
you slid the tip in your mouth, sucking around it slowly as you let more and more of him slip past your lips.
minho brought his spare hand into seungmin’s hair, playing with the locks softly as he encouraged both of you. reminded you how well you were doing.
“fuck, that feels good,” seungmin moaned, nuzzling closer into minho’s touch. “so good.”
“we’re gonna make sure minnie feels so much better, aren’t we, bunny?” minho asked, his voice so soft you let your eyes flutter closed.
you quickly hummed in affirmation, inhaling as seungmin moaned loudly in response. you could tell from the way his thighs were flexing that he was holding back, trying not to thrust up into your mouth.
“you know he likes it deeper,” minho reminded you, “do you think you can take it deeper for us?”
you hummed again, seungmin burying his face in minho’s shoulder as he moaned out louder. you breathed in through your nose, focusing on minho’s praises as you pushed more and more of him into your mouth.
“fuck,” seungmin whimpered, breathing deeply against minho’s neck. minho dragged his nails against seungmin’s scalp, letting him relax against his body.
“feels good, yeah? she’s so good at that, isn’t she?”
“so fucking good, hyung, fuck,” he moaned.
“want it faster?”
“yes, please, god,” seungmin whined.
minho’s other hand made its way into your hair, grabbing enough of it to use as leverage before he started moving your head up and down seungmin’s length.
“like that, baby?”
all seungmin could do was whine, telling you both to keep going.
you swallowed, trying your best to keep the spit and the mess to a minimum. but you knew seungmin was too far gone to actually care about any of that now.
“he’s close, bunny,” minho warned you, tugging your hair faster as he moved you shallowly up and down.
“so close, bubs, fuck, please,” he cried out.
you steadied your hands on his thighs, focusing on your breathing as you felt him twitching against your tongue.
seungmin grabbed minho’s arm, halting his movements as his orgasm crashed through him. loudly.
a few seconds later a warmness coated your mouth, thick and salty and familiar.
minho planted a few kisses on seungmin’s forehead, letting him come down from his high at his own pace. you rubbed small circles into his thigh as you swallowed everything down, your tongue and jaw feeling overworked.
minho grabbed your hand, squeezing it lightly, even with most of his focus on seungmin. you both looked at him, admiring the way his hair stuck to his forehead, the light flush in his cheeks, the blissful glow overtaking his skin.
after a few moments, seungmin opened his eyes and chuckled airily.
minho took that as a sign to turn the attention back to you, telling you to stick out your tongue for them.
when you did, minho smiled brightly. “such a good girl, you did so so well.”
“you were so good, bubs,” seungmin agreed, still catching his breath. “you too, hyung.”
minho nodded.
“come here,” he ordered, pulling your interlocked hands upwards and helping you regain your balance. you sat down on seungmin’s other side, stretching out your legs that were tucked underneath you for a little too long.
you wrapped a hand around seungmin’s middle, resting your head on his shoulder. minho mirrored your actions, laying his arm on top of yours, rubbing your skin softly.
“thank you,” seungmin said after a few moments, a hand on both your shoulders.
in sync, you each placed a kiss on his cheek—the three of you laughing loudly at the coincidence.
“wanna eat something now?” minho mumbled.
“yes. i’m starving,” seungmin groaned.
minho rolled his eyes.
he moved to get up from the little pile you’ve created on the couch, but was promptly brought back down by seungmin’s hand.
“don’t move. just order something,” seungmin suggested, in a pretty demanding tone.
minho just chuckled, fulfilling his task nonetheless.
when the order was placed you moved closer into seungmin’s body, close enough that you could easily brush your lips against minho’s.
“thanks,” you said softly.
“you did more than ninty precent of the work,” minho chuckled, chasing your lips for a few more kisses.
“yeah,” you whispered, “but you know us so well. and you always take care of us.”
minho smiled, resting his head back on seungmin’s chest as he let his eyes close.
“he was in such a bad mood today, it was getting on my nerves.”
you exchanged a look with seungmin, both of you agreeing that was definitely not minho’s only reason.
instead of acknowledging minho’s silent affection, seungmin said, “can someone get me a blanket or something my dick is freezing.”
you huffed as you pulled away, grabbing the fuzzy throw blanket off the armchair across from the couch and chucking it at seungmin.
“you two are insufferable.”
your point was proven when they both just grinned at you, each offering out an arm in invitation back into their embrace. you rolled your eyes playfully before jumping happily into their hold, sighing peacefully as you nuzzled your face against minho’s shoulder while seungmin kissed your temple.
“you’ll feel better after the food,” minho promised, voice low and soothing.
“i feel better with you two here,” seungmin confessed, his eyes shut while a small smile sat on his face.
“huh,” minho mused, “so he did end up saying it.”
“don’t ruin the moment, hyung,” seungmin warned with a small sigh, eyes still closed.
you laughed at them, grabbing onto minho’s back and pulling him in closer.
pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader
genre: smut, fluff
word count: 12k
warnings: 18+ minors dni!!! mild jealousy, mean(ish) dom!seungmin (he's mean in a nice way okay), face fucking, hair pulling (f. rec), thigh riding, overstimulation, dumbification, mild degradation/humiliation, aftercare
summary: seungmin is the picture of self control around you—the perfect gentleman with no interest in you at all. maybe that is why you are so obsessed with seeing how far you can push him before he breaks. OR, hyunjin is convinced that seungmin is into you, and you are determined to prove him wrong.
"Stop looking at him like that," Hyunjin sighs.
"Stop looking at him like what?" You ask innocently.
"Like you want to jump his bones."
"I have no idea what you mean."
"...Two minutes ago you said you wanted to, and I quote, "lick the sweat off of his face.""
"Really?" You ponder. "That doesn't sound like me."
"Yes it does!"
You groan, fanning yourself with your hand. "Whatever! Can you blame me? He just looks so hot!"
The view from where you are sitting on the sidelines is spectacular, glorious even—so much so that you can almost forget the sun beating down on you as you wait for your friends to finish up their game.
"Nope," Hyunjin covers his ears. "I am not going to agree while you objectify my best friend."
"Okay... Well, it's not my fault that your best friend is the sexiest man on the face of the Earth."
You have always thought that Kim Seungmin looks the hottest when playing sports, and it is rewarding to (yet again) find yourself proven correct. Today, he is the main event: with his brow furrowed in singular determination, his hidden competitive nature full on display, his lean body hidden underneath a deceptive white tee and black joggers...
There isn't anything overtly provocative about him today, and yet you still have to stifle the urge to strut onto that field, grab him by the wrist, drag him behind the bleachers, drop to your knees, and suck him dry.
"I'm literally right here!" Hyunjin cries.
On the field, Jisung clumsily passes to Seungmin, who dribbles the ball down the field and swipes a sharp left, kicking the ball straight into the goal past Chan.
A small, self-assured smirked hooks onto the edge of his mouth when he walks back to his position, and you have to fan yourself to stop the heat on your cheeks from spreading down your neck.
"Oh honey," you tut, only momentarily distracted by the glorious view in front of you. "It's okay, I still think you're cute."
"That is so condescending coming from someone who can't confess their feelings to a guy who is obviously into them," Hyunjin scoffs. "And I'm not cute! I'm sexy."
"I don't know how many times I have to tell you this," you roll your eyes, gaze still trained on the field. "But Kim Seungmin is not into me."
"Yes he is."
"No... He isn't."
"And who are you to tell me that?" Hyunjin narrows his eyes. "I think I know my best friend well enough to know how he feels, thank you very much!"
You swat at the back of his head.
"Hyunjin, you are literally one of the most oblivious people in the world," you point out. "Forgive me for not taking your word for it."
"Okay, b-but!" Hyunjin splutters. "Not when it comes to this. I'm telling you, Seungmin is so down bad for you, it's actually painful."
"And how do you know that?" You ask, mostly just to humor him.
"Because it's obvious!" He exclaims. "Literally everyone knows. Everyone."
"Mhm," you nod along. "And... Has Seungmin ever told you this?"
Hyunjin pauses for a moment.
"...W-Well—"
You click your tongue. "That's what I thought."
"He doesn't have to say it for me to know," Hyunjin insists.
"Uh, really?" You snort. "Because it sounds to me like you're just pulling things out of your ass."
Across the field, Jisung cheers as Seungmin scores another goal. By now, they have been playing long enough in the heat for rivulets of sweat to carve their way down his face, and the thought comes to mind once again—you would love to lick it off his face. Desperately. Maybe if you begged nicely, he would let you have a taste...
Would he like it if you begged?
"Dude," Hyunjin deadpans. "All he has to do is look at you and he pops a boner. I think that's a pretty good indication that he's into you."
"Really?" You ask, momentarily stupefied by the thought of Seungmin's dick.
"Yes."
"No way," you exclaim a moment later, shaking your head. "Seungmin would never."
"Be attracted to someone? Yeah, I used to think so too..."
"No!" You pout, pinching his arm. "I mean he's such a gentleman. There is no way that is true."
"Yeah," Hyunjin scoffs. "If being a gentleman means jacking off as soon as he gets home from hanging out with you, then sure."
"Don't talk about him like that!" You pull him into a headlock. "Just because you are a nasty little shit doesn't mean that he is, too."
"Oh, god," Hyunjin groans in agony. "Yes, he definitely is."
Your grip on his neck tightens and a choked wheeze passes through his lips. A vindictive smile slips onto your face at the thought of making him suffer for putting strange thoughts about Seungmin into your head, and your grip tightens even more.
It is only when you chance a look up at the game and find Seungmin staring in your direction that your chokehold on Hyunjin slackens. Under the heated weight of his stare, the blush that you spent so long trying to fight off comes back in full force.
"See?" Hyunjin hisses. "I told you he's into you! Oh god, he looks like he's plotting my murder."
"I dunno," you sigh. "I think he looks kind of dreamy."
You drop your arm completely, and Hyunjin wrestles himself free from your grip. Seungmin smiles at you before turning back to the match, and you swoon on the spot.
"Wow," Hyunjin wrinkles his nose in disgust. "In the most offensive way possible, I think you two are meant for each other."
"Aw, you really think so?" You beam.
"Unfortunately..."
You frown. "Well... If Seungmin is so into me, why hasn't he made a move yet?"
"Because you're a psychopath?" Hyunjin guesses.
"Hwang Hyunjin, keep it up and I'm going to be the one murdering you," you threaten.
"Okay, okay!" He holds his hands up in surrender. "I dunno. Maybe he's just a pussy?"
"He's twice the man you are," you sniff.
"You're only saying that because you want his dick in your mouth," Hyunjin notes drily.
"No I'm not!" You protest. "...Well, that's not the only reason."
Jeongin runs past you, the ball between his feet as a mischievous cackle escapes his lips, and the slight tailwind he provides only grants you a moderate amount of solace from the heat beating down.
"Rude," you pout. Jeongin misses the goal, and Seungmin runs a frustrated hand through his hair as he turns to face him.
"All I'm saying is that there is a foolproof way to figure out whether or not Seungmin actually wants to fuck your brains out."
"And that is...?"
"He rolls his eyes. "Duh. Just seduce him."
"I'm not going to do that!" You hiss. "He's going to think I'm a gross little gremlin that's trying to get into his pants and then he's going to reject me!"
"But you are a gross little gremlin trying to get into his pants."
"Not true! I like Seungmin for more than just his body, thank you very much."
"Okay..." Hyunjin says. "Well, as I've already said, he's definitely not going to reject you."
"You don't know that." You glare at him. "When was the last time you saw him accept anybody's advances?"
"Literally never because, again, he's into you!" Hyunjin exclaims.
"As if."
"Whatever!" He throws his hands up in the air, his face growing redder by the second. "You know what, do whatever you want. I don't care. I tried!"
Hyunjin pushes himself up from the ground, dusting his pants off in a tight and jerky motions.
"Wait," you begin. "Hyunjin!"
He doesn't spare you a glance as he stomps off towards where the rest of your friends seem to—finally—be wrapping up their game.
"Where are you going? Hyunjin? Come back!"
A nice cold shower is exactly what you need after a morning of watching a sweaty Seungmin in his element.
Which is why the moment that you and the guys make it back to Seungmin and Hyunjin's apartment, you waste no time in claiming Hyunjin's bathroom for yourself.
He refuses to speak to you the entire way back, and you decide to take your revenge by making a break for his bathroom. Maybe it's mean, because you know he's had to pee for the past twenty minutes, but you find a little bit too much joy in seeing him suffer to actually care.
You are grateful to find your shampoo is still in the same spot you left it last week when you stayed over. Hyunjin might be your best friend, but you wouldn't put it past him to use it all up—that was the fate of your facial cleanser last time you left it at his place.
The steady stream of water pelting your back is soothing as you wash yourself, and the lukewarm water does wonders for your horniness.
"Hurry the fuck up," Hyunjin whines, bursting through the door without a second thought. His irritating voice only helps quash your horniness further.
The shower curtain is solid enough that you can only make out his vague outline through it, but you don't have to wonder what he is doing in here for long—the sound of him peeing is undeniable, and you wrinkle your nose in disgust.
"You're so annoying," you shout at him.
"Whatever," Hyunjin gripes, washing his hands. "I'm hungry, so like... Hurry the fuck up."
"Yeah, yeah," you dismiss. He lets out a huff, then exists without saying another word.
Your shower lasts a little longer than usual—mostly because you know that it will piss Hyunjin off. By the time you are finished, only five stray thoughts about jumping Seungmin's bones have passed through your head, which you consider an accomplishment.
A warm blanket of contentment settles over you as you towel yourself dry. It is only after a few moments without the stream of the shower dulling your senses that you get the odd feeling that something is off.
It takes another moment for you to realize that the apartment is awfully quiet. The faint buzz of the TV streams in through the walls, but other than that... Nothing.
For a moment, you wonder if your friends have finally learned how to act like normal people and actually use their inside voices—but then you remember that Minho and Changbin couldn't shut up even if they wanted to. Which means that either someone has finally snapped and forcibly gagged them, or... They aren't here.
The urge to go investigate is so overwhelming that you decide to skip blowdrying your hair altogether (scandalous, you know), but when you reach for your clothes, you realize they are not where you left them.
In fact, a quick survey of the bathroom reveals that they are nowhere to be found at all.
"What the...?" You gnaw on your lip.
Then it clicks. You knew Hyunjin had been too quiet earlier when leaving the bathroom. He must have taken your clothes...
Which normally wouldn't have been that big of a predicament, considering that you have no shame when it comes to stealing his clothes, except for the little fact that his bedroom is on the opposite side of the apartment.
Great.
You pinch the bridge of your nose before wrapping your towel around yourself resolutely and opening the bathroom door.
"Hyunjin?" You call, only peeking your head out.
In the living room, you hear the distinctive sound of footsteps, but your best friend remains silent.
"Hello?" You try again, but still, silence is the only thing that greets you.
You narrow your eyes, irritation welling up inside of you.
"Hyunjin," you squeeze out through gritted teeth, pushing the bathroom door all the way open. "I'm actually going to kill you. Where did you put my clothes?"
Despite the anger in your tone, he still has the audacity to ignore you. Unsurprisingly, you quickly reach the end of your fuse.
"You're so—" You seethe, storming into the living room.
And then, you promptly come to a screeching halt.
"Oh!" You squeak out, a rush of embarrassment striking you in the chest. "You're not Hyunjin."
"No," Seungmin says mildly. "I'm not."
He is sitting alone on the couch, his hair damp, and you are not too surprised to notice how sexy he looks like this—domestic and relaxed. The black joggers from earlier have been replaced by sinful gray sweats, and you only have a moment to lament how unfair that is before you remember that you are standing basically naked in front of him.
To his credit, Seungmin doesn't seem fazed. In fact, his eyes remain focused on your face, his gaze cool and collected as you flounder for the right words.
You are half-satisfied, half-disappointed by his reaction (or lack thereof) because on one hand, it means that Hyunjin was wrong and Seungmin is decidedly not into you at all... But on the other hand, it means that Seungmin is not into you at all.
"Ahem," you clear your throat. "D'you know where he is?"
"Him and the guys went to get food," Seungmin tells you.
"Bitch," you mutter bitterly.
Seungmin raises a brow at you, and your eyes widen.
"Not you!" You clarify. "I'm talking about Hyunjin. I mean, he's a little bitch who took my clothes while I was showering and then went off to get food without me."
You pause, not noticing the amused look on Seungmin's face.
"Wait," you pause. "Why didn't you go with them?"
He shrugs. "Thought it was kind of a dick move to leave you here all alone."
You perk up. "Aw, thanks!"
"Although," Seungmin points out, "it was also kind of a dick move to eat his last yogurt, so I guess you guys are even."
You gasp. "Seungmin, I thought you weren't going to tell him!"
His mouth turns up in a lopsided smirk. "I never said that."
Your mind flashes back to last week when Seungmin caught you sneaking the last yogurt cup, and you frown. Technically, you realize he's right—but you had shared the yogurt cup with you, so you thought you were partners in crime.
Although, it was kind of sexy how ruthless he is...
"You're evil," you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. Then, you remember you are clad in only a tiny little towel, and your promptly uncross your arms.
He cocks a brow. "Would an evil person offer to lend you clothes in a time of need?"
The thought of his clothes, on you, is enough to make your brain short circuit.
"Really?" You exclaim, your voice pitching an octave higher.
He pushes himself off the couch with a nod.
"Kim Seungmin, you are an angel," you gush. "I could kiss you right now."
You trail after him towards his room, not noticing how your words make him freeze.
"Or, like," you blabber on. "buy you ten bags of Hot Cheetos!"
"Only ten?" He teases.
"Eleven." You bargain, and he tilts his head as if he is considering the offer.
It is right as you are considering just how puppy-like he looks that he hands you a stack of clothes.
"You can change in here," Seungmin says, and then like the gentleman he is, he walks out the door and closes it behind you.
It's strangely humbling to be in this position—in his room, with only a towel wrapped around you, as he walks out and leaves you alone without so much as a spare glance.
It's equally humbling just how hot his indifference is. Instead of making you want to back off, Seungmin's reaction only makes you want to see just how far you can push him...
To distract yourself from your horny thoughts, you unfold the clothes he has given you and take the opportunity to look around his room.
Despite how long you've been friends with Hyunjin—despite how much time you've spent in this apartment over the past two years, this is the first time you are seeing the inside of Seungmin's bedroom.
Somehow, it looks exactly how you imagined it would. Clean gray linen sheets line his simple bed, which takes up most of the center of the room. Two bookshelves stand flush against the wall, stacked with a plethora of books. His desk is a picture of perfection—white and spotless and so Seungmin, much like the rest of the room.
In a word, it is pristine. Clean. Polished. The mirror of absolute control.
You can't help but wonder if he is this controlled in every aspect of his life. If he was under you, would he still exhibit that perfect restraint? Or would you be enough for him to snap?
The thought is so electrifying that you dress in a record time, slipping out of his room before you have the chance to do something you might regret.
Even the clothes, you notice, are so him. The navy blue shirt is simple yet perfectly pressed, as if he has just bought it, and the gray sweatpants he has given you are the carbon copy of the ones he had been wearing earlier today.
"Thanks again for the clothes," you say as you walk back into the living room.
Seungmin is sitting on the couch exactly where he had been when you first came out of the bathroom.
When he looks up at you this time, however, his gaze seems to linger on you. Under his scrutiny, a flush of heat creeps up your spine and your mind blanks.
If you were a little bit more lucid, you would have registered how absolutely insane it is that one single look from him is enough to turn you on. Instead, all you can focus on is how enticing his calculating stare is.
"Your shirt is on backwards," he says then, and you flush once more—this time in embarrassment.
"What—" You begin, looking down in panic. "Oh. Haha, really funny Kim Seungmin."
Your shirt is, in fact, not on backwards. The smirk stretched across his face when you look back up tells you that Seungmin definitely knew that.
You can't find it in yourself to be annoyed at him when he looks so good, so instead of yelling at him the way you would have it if it had been anyone else (ahem, Hwang Hyunjin), you opt to take a seat next to him instead.
For your own mental sanity, you maintain at least a few inches of distance between you, even as you pull your legs onto the cushions and burrow your way deeper into the sofa.
"Do you want to watch something?" Seungmin asks.
"Sure," you nod. "Anything good on?"
You don't actually care what you watch—he could put on anything for all you cared. Knowing you, you were going to spend the entire time trying not to focus on him anyways.
He says something about some new reality show and you agree immediately. Before you know it, the two of you are three episodes deep and somehow, equally invested in the messy relationships.
It's right as the tension of the episode reaches the peak that the lock of the front door turns.
"Hey guys!" Changbin strolls in, a grin on his face and a takeout bag in his hands.
Seungmin barely nods in acknowledgement. You, on the other hand, leap up from the couch immediately when Hyunjin and his stupid face come into view.
"You."
"Yes?" He responds, unaffected by the way you are glaring at him.
"I'm going to kill you," your murderous gaze narrows.
"Hey now," Jisung interrupts, popping up from behind Hyunjin. "That's not very nice—"
"Nobody asked you," you turn your glare on him, effectively shutting him up.
Changbin plops down on the couch next to Seungmin, offering the takeout bag to him. Jisung, afraid of your rampage, scurries after him, leaving you and Hyunjin alone in the kitchen.
"Where the fuck did you put my clothes, asshole?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he shrugs at you.
In the background, the hum of the TV is loud enough to drown out Changbin's voice.
"Really?"
Hyunjin raises a brow at you, giving you a once over. "Well, you seem to have found clothes somewhere. I don't see what the big deal is."
You gasp.
"Hwang Hyunjin, did you do this on purpose?"
"...I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Yes," you say, noticing the red tinge to his ears. "You do!"
"Okay, fine!" He bursts. "You and Seungmin have been so irritating, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. Sue me!"
You are silent for a moment.
"And how exactly does stealing my fucking clothes equate to taking matters into your own hands?"
"Oh, I don't know," he says sarcastically. "How does leaving you, naked, alone with Seungmin factor into my plan to make you seduce him?"
You gape at Hyunjin.
"Literally what the fuck goes on inside your head?"
He glares at you. "I can't believe I set up the perfect scenario for you guys and you still managed to fumble the bag! What do I have to do, fuck Seungmin for you too?"
"Not fair," you pout. "At least let me fuck him first."
"What—?" Hyunjin chokes. "That's like, exactly what I'm trying to make you do!"
You roll your eyes. "Okay, yeah, but again, Seungmin is not into me."
"I don't understand," Hyunjin complains. "Nothing happened when we were gone? Like, for real?"
You think about how Seungmin didn't even spare you a second glance when you came out in nothing but a towel, how he barely even looked at you when he led you into his room.
"No," you roll your eyes. "Because, guess what? He's not into me!"
"But—"
"Which," you continue. "By the way, brings me back to my first point. Where the fuck did you put my clothes?"
"They're in the bathroom cupboard," he sighs finally.
You stare. "I literally could kill you right now."
"I don't understand, though..." He mutters to himself, still confused even when you turn to head back into the living room.
When you look up, you find that Seungmin's gaze is focused on you and Hyunjin, staring intently even as Changbin continues to talk to him.
And you swear—when his eyes meet yours and hold your gaze without flinching, your heart skips a little.
Only a little.
The next time you see Seungmin is a week later when Hyunjin tells you that clubbing is on the agenda for the night.
Enough time has passed that you are (mostly) no longer pissed at him for stealing your clothes and ditching you to get food, and so you agree without a second thought.
After all, any situation in which Kim Seungmin and alcohol are involved sounds like the situation for you.
When you arrive, you are greeted with a shot at the door (courtesy of Changbin) and a sloppy kiss to the forehead (courtesy of Jisung.) It is only the pregame and yet both of them are absolutely sloshed. The strobe lights have been pulled out of the closet and the music playing inside is so loud you could hear it down the hall when you were coming up.
"Oh, thank god," are the first words Hyunjin says to you when he finds you in the kitchen.
"Nice to see you too."
"Shut up," he waves you off. "That dress is, like, the only thing you've done right recently."
Your fingers automatically go to the hem of your short black dress. When you picked it out of your closet, you did think it was particularly cute, but something about the way he says that makes you worried.
"...What do you mean?"
Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "Black is Seungmin's favorite color. Maybe he'll finally get the hint tonight."
You stare at him.
"I'm so glad to have a friend like you."
"Thank you!" Hyunjin exclaims.
"If I ever feel delusional," you continue, patting him on the cheek. "All I have to do is look at you and then I remember there are people much worse off."
He gasps. "I'm not delusional!"
You reach out and grab Felix's arm right as he is passing by.
"Felix," you ask, "do you think Hyunjin is delusional?"
He looks at you, then Hyunjin, then back to you.
"Oh, most definitely."
"Traitor!" Hyunjin screeches as you let go of Felix and he walks away."
"Anyways," you roll your eyes. "What does one have to do to get a drink around here?"
"Did you say drink?"
As if summoned by your words, Seungmin appears behind you, holding a red solo cup in his hands. He offers it to you without a word, and both your heart and your pussy throb at the thoughtfulness of the gesture.
The visceral effect of his presence is only exacerbated by how fucking hot he looks—simple jeans and black t-shirt are somehow already a deadly combo on him, but today his hair is up and the unfiltered view of his forehead has your thighs clenching.
"Thanks," you say breathlessly.
Hyunjin looks at you in half-awe, half-disgust, as if he knows how such a simple action has you all hot and bothered. You take a deep breath in an attempt to steady yourself, but when you look down at the cup and see the pink liquid inside, you swear, you swoon.
Of course Seungmin had to be sexy and sweet by remembering your favorite drink.
"No problem," Seungmin responds. "Couldn't leave you without a drink if you plan on spending the night around Hyunjin."
"Good call," you nod seriously.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hyunjin pouts.
Seungmin shrugs his shoulders right as you say, "that you're fucking annoying."
"You guys always gang up on me," he sniffs. "You know what, I'm going to go somewhere where I'm actually appreciated."
He turns over his shoulder dramatically, glaring at the two of you as he goes, but the sly wink he throws at you right before storming off tells you all that you need to know.
"Glad to see that you haven't lost any more clothes recently," Seungmin says, his eyes trained on your black dress as he says it.
He leans against the counter behind him, a lazy smirk stretching across his lips. He looks so good right now that its hard to think—would he look this composed, this assured, while fucking you? Or maybe—
You take a quick sip of your drink to distract yourself.
"Who says I haven't?" You say over the rim of your cup after you swallow.
"Oh?"
You shrug even as our heart beats a mile a minute.
"I don't kiss and tell," you say.
For a moment, Seungmin doesn't do anything except watch you, his gaze piercing from under his eyelashes. The attention alone is enough to send tingles down your spine.
And then, he smiles.
"We'll see about that," he says.
You choke on your drink. "W-What?!"
Seungmin raises a brow. "I just meant that if you've lost any more clothing around here, I'm sure it will show up eventually."
Your face flushes.
"C'mon, losers!" Jisung hollers from the living room, saving you from having to come up with a response to that.
"The Uber's coming in five, we're doing shots before it gets here!"
You groan, the cup in your hands still heavy. "But I already—"
"Chug it!"
You pinch the bridge of your nose, pausing for a moment, but nonetheless do what he says. The sound of Seungmin's laughter accompanies the sharp sting of alcohol in your throat as it burns your throat.
Needless to say that by the time your group actually makes it down to the Uber, the liquor coursing through your veins has started to take effect.
That is probably why you don't notice the current dilemma facing you and your friends until it is too late.
"There's only four seats," you vaguely hear Hyunjin say.
"Someone's gonna have to sit on someone's lap," Changbin agrees.
Jisung, far more drunk than you, wiggles his eyebrows.
"All you had to do was ask," he grins, even as Changbin shove shim away.
The night is dark and cold, but you hardly feel it as you stare cluelessly out onto the lamplit street.
"What about the other Uber?" You ask, thinking about where Chan and the rest of your friends had disappeared to.
"Already left," Seungmin says.
A sneaky smile flashes across Jisung's face.
"Well ,you guys have fun figuring this out," he says gleefully as he climbs into the passenger seat before anyone can stop him.
Changbin sighs. "Well, I guess there's no choice. Hyunjin can sit on my lap."
Hyunjin scoffs, his face twisting as he opens the door to the backseat and shoves Changbin in. "As if!"
Changbin grumbles as he goes, but eventually concedes. Hyunjin follows suit, taking the middle seat.
Which leaves you and Seungmin as the only ones outside the car.
You reach for the door, about to climb in after Hyunjin, when it hits you—you, Seungmin, and only one available seat.
Fuck.
"Uhhh—" You begin, your eyes wide. "I—I can just—"
"You can sit on my lap," Seungmin interrupts.
Your jaw drops. "What?!"
"Unless you want me to sit on your lap?"
The look he gives you is half-teasing, half-reassuring. You bite your lip, considering your options. It isn't fair how he makes such a difficult choice sound so easy.
Eventually, though, you have no choice but to agree. Still, even when he gets into the car, you hesitate.
"Hurry up!" Hyunjin gripes from inside.
"Fine..." You mutter.
Your face blazes as you carefully climb in, barely breathing as you take a seat on the edge of Seungmin's lap.
The heat of his body sends you into overdrive and you barely notice when he pulls the door closed behind you. Blood thrums through your ears, loud enough to drown out the soft melody of whatever song is playing.
"A-Are you sure this is okay?" You crane your neck to look at him.
Seungmin huffs out a laugh.
"Yes. You can sit comfortably, I won't bite."
Even if he did, that wouldn't be a problem for you. Then again, nothing he could do would be a problem for you...
The car eases into drive and you scoot back a little in an effort to relax. You are still gingerly perched on the edge of his lap, however, no matter how hard you try.
Eventually, Seungmin just sighs and wraps his arm around your abdomen, pulling you so that your back is flush with his chest.
"Better, right?" His breath tickles your neck, and you swear, your heart stops beating.
"What's wrong?" He asks innocently, as if he has notices the visceral reaction.
"N-Nothing!" You squeak.
To your right, Hyunjin and Changbin have started bickering. In the front, Jisung has struck up a conversation with the driver about God knows what.
Even though you are surrounded by your friends, it feels as if you are caught in a bubble, just you and Seungmin. It is strangely intimate, and the thought only sends a food of heat through your core.
The drive is ten minutes at most, and yet it feels like a lifetime—both excruciating and delicious as you squirm on Seungmin's lap.
The issue isn't that you aren't enjoying this. On the contrary, the issue is that you are probably enjoying this a bit too much. All you want to do is turn around kiss Seungmin senseless, to beg him to have his way with you. But—despite how much Hyunjin might claim it to be true—there is no way that Seungmin is into you like that.
Even now, the arm wrapped around your waist remains respectful, barely touching you. He doesn't seem flustered the slightest by your proximity... Not the way you do.
The alcohol running through your veins does nothing to help your overthinking or your horniness. It is a weight off your shoulders (and Seungmin's lap) when you finally arrive at the club.
"Woah—" Seungmin starts when you almost fall onto the pavement in your haste to get off of his lap. "Are you okay?"
"Yup!" Your face is ablaze once more, this time with embarrassment.
It is only by sheer luck that the other guys arrived earlier than you and are almost at the front of the line to get into the club. You almost cry when you see Chan—because it means less time waiting outside in the cold, and it means more distance between you and Seungmin before you accidentally do something bad, like try to jump his bones.
"Shot?" You ask Chan when you finally make it through the doors.
"Uh..." He looks around, but the rest of the guys have already branched off through the strobe-lit club, leaving the two of you alone.
"Yeah, sure."
"Great!" You grin, wrapping your hand around his wrist and dragging him towards the bar.
The bass of some awful EDM song thrums straight through your chest, practically shaking the walls as Chan orders from the bartender. You are too busy looking around to pay attention to what he asks for—you have never been to this club before, and everything is new.
The walls are a melting mural of neon colors, a balcony overlooks the dance floor a few feet away, and there is even a clear slide that snakes through the club.
On the opposite side of the room, across a sea of people, you spot Seungmin and Hyunjin. They are on the outskirts of the crowd, drinks already in their hands, and your heart leaps into your throat.
Even from so far away, Seungmin looks good. Great, even. Yummy might be the right word to describe it, actually...
"So..." Chan interrupts you from your daydreams, handing you a cup.
Your eyes light up and you down the shot in one go. The burn is barely there, masked by the smooth, buttery taste of butterscotch.
"You and Seungmin, huh?"
"What?"
Chan frowns. "Isn't there something going on there?"
"Uh..." You narrow your eyes. "Did Hyunjin say something to you?"
"No? You both just spend so much time staring at each other, so I assumed..."
"Stoooop," you pout. "Don't say things like that. You're going to get my hopes up."
"Say things like what?" Chan asks cluelessly.
You are half-tempted to order another drink, but the edges of your vision have already begun to blur, and you know it probably isn't the best idea.
"Chan," you sigh. "I'm already delusional enough. Why does everyone keep trying to convince me that Seungmin is into me?"
"...Because he is?"
To his credit, Chan doesn't sound half as annoying as Hyunjin when he says it.
"Stop it," you frown.
"Hey, I'm sorry," he says immediately. "We can, um, like, dance or something?"
You nod. "Yup. Dancing! I love dancing."
In truth, you don't care much about dancing, but this is a club and you are just drunk enough that your limbs feel weightless, and you have the strange feeling that you might be able to float if you tried hard enough.
Chan is skeptical as he follows you onto the dance floor, but he remains silent nonetheless. The heat of the crowd is electrifying, and coupled with the drunken haze you have slipped in, you feel invincible.
You roll your hips in time with the music, laughing carelessly as people jostle you from all sides. Chan looks worried as you grab his hand.
"C'mon, let loose a little!"
"I don't—" He begins, but the rest of his words are drowned out when the music picks up, blasting even louder through the speakers.
And yet, even as you try your hardest to stop thinking about Seungmin, he remains at the forefront of your mind. Despite your best efforts, you find your gaze drawn towards his corner of the club.
Only—this time when you look at him, you find Seungmin staring back. His dark gaze is piercing even at such a distance and your breath catches in your throat. Even when he realizes you are looking, too, he doesn't look away.
Slowly, he takes a sip of his drink. When he pulls the cup away, the edge of his lips are curved up. you aren't sure why, but such a simple action sends a thrill down your spine.
Your eyes remain on Seungmin as you continue to dance, distracted by the promising look in his eyes. They remain on Seungmin even when someone approaches you, a flirty smile on his face.
"Hey," the guy grins.
"Hi," you say, dragging your gaze away from Seungmin after a long moment.
The guy in front of you is tall and—if you weren't so deeply obsessed with another man (Kim Seungmin)—you would probably think he was cute, too.
"D'you want to dance?" He asks.
"Already am," you giggle.
"I know," he says bashfully. "Just thought it might be more fun if you were doing it with me."
You shrug, a wide smile still across your face. He takes a step closer to you, close enough that you can see the light smattering of freckles across his nose. Emboldened, you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck. Any distraction from Seungmin is a welcome distraction, and, well, at least this one seems fun.
The guy takes the opportunity to place his hands on your hip, just low enough to be flirty but not low enough to be indecent.
The crowd surges and he stumbles forward, his lithe body pressing against yours.
"So," he asks in your ear. "D'you come here often?"
You laugh, and he has the decency to look embarrassed.
"Not like that! Just—I haven't seen you here before, is all."
"It's my first time."
The music changes tempo, slowing down to a sultry electro-beat.
"Well, I'm glad you came out tonight," he says. "What's your name?"
"Hmm..."
Instead of answering, you unwrap your arms and take his hands into yours, turning around so that you don't have to look at his face. You then take his hands and place them back on your hips.
"Thought you wanted to dance, not talk," you tease.
"Touché," he leans in. His breath is warm as it ghosts your neck, and the familiar sensation brings you back to the car earlier. Thoughts of Seungmin, and his lap, and you on his lap, and him under you, blossom in your mind. Your chest grows uncomfortably warm and against your will, your eyes trail to where he had been standing before.
Your heart stutters when you find him still watching you.
His expression is blank, a puzzling inscrutable look that sends your mind spiraling, and yet his eyes remain on you.
You are astutely aware of the distance between the two of you, even as the blood thrumming through your ears dulls your senses. The only thing you are aware of is his stony gaze. You hardly even notice when the guy behind you asks if something is wrong.
"Sorry..." you say distractedly. "I think I'm, um, going to go to the bathroom..."
"Oh, yeah, of course—"
You don't wait for an answer before disappearing into the crowd. It baffles you how you can feel Seungmin's gaze follow you even now.
Your horny thoughts and confused feelings swim through your head, a nasty cocktail of anxiety that is amplified by the alcohol. A bathroom break is exactly what you need—oh, how you wish tonight was a girl's night instead. They would know what to do in this situation, but alas, your only point of reference is Hyunjin...
Yeah, you would rather fend for yourself at that point.
The corridor leading to the bathroom snakes around the back of the club and is considerably more quiet than out in the main room. The muffled bass matches the padding of your footsteps as you continue down the hall.
You stumble slightly when you turn the corner, bumping into a firm, warm body.
"Oh—" You let out when large hands reach out to steady you.
"Sorry about..." the words die on your lips when you look up to find Seungmin staring down at you.
The same expressionless look is still on his face, but up close, you can see his eyes more clearly—how dark they are, piercing, but something more too.
"Y/N," the curve of your name on his lips sends a shock through your system.
"Seungmin," you breathe.
"You okay?" He asks gently.
"Hmm?"
"That guy," he clarifies. "Was he bothering you?"
Seungmin's face remains impassive as he asks, but the way he chews on his bottom lip catches your attention. It seems almost as if he is on edge about something... But what?
"Who?" you ask, momentarily stunned. "Oh! No, he wasn't bothering me."
Seungmin nods once, releasing his lip from where it was snagged between his teeth. Almost imperceptibly, his shoulders relax.
"Okay, that's good."
"Seungmin..." You narrow your eyes. "Were you worried about me?"
His lips purse into a thin line. A moment elapses where he remains silent, and an elated gasp bursts from your lips.
"Oh my god, you were!"
"Didn't know it's surprising that I care about the safety of one of my friends..."
"Nooo, it's sweet that you care!" You coo. "But we were just dancing!"
"I wouldn't call that just dancing," Seungmin mutters.
"What is that supposed to mean?" You pout.
He just shrugs, not responding.
If you didn't know better, you would say that Seungmin is jealous. But of what? Your head spins and all you can think is how good he looks like this—mildly annoyed, dressed to impress, towering over you. And his hands are still on your waist, which really isn't helping your current situation.
"Seungmin..." You begin. "This is going to sound really crazy, but I have a question for you."
"Everything you say sounds crazy."
"...I'm going to ignore that."
He bites back a smile.
"Do you..." You hesitate. "Are you—or, well, would you say that you—y'know, are interested in me?"
"What?"
"It's just that Hyunjin has been telling me for ages that you like me," you blabber. "At least, that you like me the way that I like you, but that's not possible right? I'm probably just making things up in my head—"
"I do," Seungmin interrupts.
"See, that's what I—wait, what?"
"I do like you," he says.
Your jaw drops. "Like... as a friend?"
"As more."
He says it so casually you think you have misheard him.
"B-But—you've never shown any interest in me!"
He rolls his eyes. "Yes I have. It's not my fault you're so oblivious."
"No I'm not."
"You were eye-fucking me from across the room all night and I was reciprocating," Seungmin says.
"Don't be mean!" You squeal.
His eyes are bright as he takes a step towards you.
"You love it," he murmurs.
Your face warms and you take a step back, the feeling of the cool wall behind you soothing the heat flowing through your body.
"You're... you're not joking with me, are you?"
"I've been dropping hints for literally months," he laughs.
"Seungmin..." You breath. "Can I ask you another question?"
He raises a brow.
"Can I kiss you?"
"I don't know," he teases, his eyes flickering down to your lips. "Can you?"
"You're so annoying," you gripe, pushing yourself up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck.
"Now who's not being nice?"
He leans down, his breath fanning over your face. Your heart thrums loudly in your chest, and in the background the music from the dance floor changes again right as you lean up and press your lips against Seungmin's.
The kiss is wet and hot as you move your mouth against his, savoring the feel of his plush lips under yours. He tastes of vodka and mint, a strange combination that has you pressing further into him. You lick a strip against the seam of his lips in hopes of deepening the kiss, but Seungmin teases you, pulling back so that your lips are barely touching.
A breathy whine escapes you as you chase his lips. His hands on your hips tighten, holding you in place.
"Min," you pout, your mouth only centimeters from his.
"So needy," he says.
You nod your head eagerly, and Seungmin seems satisfied by your easy admission.
His teeth snag on your bottom lip as he kisses you again, sucking against it in way that feels so delicious you can't stop the moan that bubbles up inside you. Your mouth parts slightly and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, moving so perfectly against yours that your legs shake.
Seungmin's grip on you is the only thing keeping you upright as he crowds you against the wall, kissing you methodically in a way that has you thinking he has perfected the art of kissing. His hips rut slightly against you, the outline of his hard length pressing deliciously against your stomach.
His mouth works its way from your mouth down the column of your neck, and you pant as he licks and bites at your skin. Your legs rub together, your underwear uncomfortably wet.
"Hey, there you are, I've been—" a voice interrupts. Seungmin's mouth pulls away from your skin.
You open your half-lidded eyes just in time to see Chan rounding the corner. He freezes in his path when he sees the way the two of you are wrapped around each other, his face paling.
"Um..." you begin.
"I didn't see anything," Chan says, lifting his hand to shield his eyes. "I didn't see anything!"
"We were just making out," Seungmin rolls his eyes, his grip bruising on your hips. "No need to be so dramatic."
"Well," Chan clears his throat. "Um, carry on. I'm—leaving."
"Yes, please do."
"Seungmin!" You hiss.
He just shrugs, not even bothering to look ashamed. He remains pressed against you even after Chan practically sprints down the hall, taking a moment to look at you while considering what to do next.
When he finally pulls away, though, Seungmin looks as composed as ever. The only indication that he had been seconds away from making you come untouched a few feet away from the club bathroom are his swollen lips and his blown out pupils. It sends a shot of arousal through your core when he grabs your hand and says simply, “let’s go.”
“What?” You ask, the haze of lust over you clouding your senses.
He raises a brow. “Are you into exhibitionism?”
“…No?” You respond, confused.
“Then let’s go,” he tugs. “Because I’m five seconds away fucking you right here for everyone to see.”
“Oh,” you breath, your thighs clenching.
“Unless you don’t want that,” he says, completely serious.
“N-No,” you shake your head. “I want it!”
His mouth lifts in a wicked smirk. “Desperate, are we?”
You hardly notice as he leads you away from the bathroom and out of the club, nor when he orders the Uber back. Your mind is too clouded by the thoughts of Seungmin fucking you and, more pressingly, the way his thumb rubs soothingly over the back of your hand as the two of you wait outside.
It has your heart swelling and makes you want to get down on your knees and show how much you appreciate him. Instead, you decide to exercise self control and instead stare longingly at him with a pout on your face.
“What’s wrong?” Seungmin asks.
“Nothing,” you mumble.
“Really?”
You nod, the cool night breeze nipping at your arms.
“I don’t believe you,” he tells you.
Seungmin’s eyes are dark as he leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“How can I give you what you want if you don’t ask for it, baby?”
Your breath catches in your throat and your eyes are wide when he pulls away, an innocent smile on his face.
“Maybe if you beg, I’ll give it to you. Maybe.”
You are saved from responding by the car that pulls up to the curb. Seungmin, like the perfect gentleman, opens the door for you and lets you slide into the car first. Dumbstruck by his words, you stare blankly at him, before finally noticing that the Uber is here.
The entire drive back, Seungmin doesn’t touch you once. He barely even looks at you, in fact. Your underwear is drenched, you can see the outline of his dick through his pants, and yet he pretends like the two of you are nothing more than friends, even as you squirm impatiently next to him.
It’s humiliating how much his indifference turns you on. Seungmin is already edging you, and he hasn’t even laid a hand on you.
Even as you ride the elevator up to his apartment, he remains two feet away from you. The silence is suffocating and heady at the same time.
Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest as Seungmin opens the apartment door. He is unhurried, languid even as he slides his shoes off of his feet and places his keys on the counter.
The thrill of knowing he is most definitely going to fuck you senseless tonight, even as he does something as mundane as washing his hands, is almost too much for you to handle. Almost. You feel on the precipice of bursting, of falling to your knees and begging for him.
“Do you want something to drink?” Seungmin asks as you perch on one of the barstools.
You shake your head and then watch as he pours you a glass of water and hands it to you anyways.
His eyes watch you expectantly and you drink it without a word. The water is refreshing after the club, and you find yourself feeling much more sober after the drive back.
“So,” he says, still standing on the opposite side of the counter as you. “Aren’t you going to apologize?”
“Apologize…?” You ask, confused.
“For being such an attention whore earlier.”
Your lips part in astonishment, and yet you can’t help the rush of heat that floods your core.
“I-I wasn’t—”
He raises a brow, and you fall silent immediately.
“I guess you just can’t help it,” Seungmin says.
He steps out from behind the counter, holding his hand out for yours.
“We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?”
You stare at his hand for only a second before placing yours into it.
“Are you…” Seungmin begins. “Are you sure you want this?”
“I do,” you say shyly. He looks at you for a long moment before sighing, leading you out of the kitchen.
“Green is for if you’re doing okay,” he says as he pulls you into the bedroom, “and red if you need me to stop. If it gets too much, just say the word. Okay?”
You nod when he sits down on the bed, perfectly made, and he shakes his head.
“Use your words. I know you can.”
“Yes,” you breathe, standing in the space between his thighs.
“Good,” he says. “But it’s not going to be too much, is it?”
You shake your head shyly.
“You still haven’t apologized,” Seungmin says, placing one hand on your hips.
“F-For what?”
“For that stunt back at the club, hmm?” He asks, the other hand still entwined with yours.
“What was that? You like me,” he mocks, “but you were ready to fuck anybody who gave you a chance, huh? Are you that easy?”
“No,” you shake your head, a pout on your lips.
“Really?” He scoffs. “You’re such a slut, I bet you would do this f0r anyone else.”
“Would not,” you insist, eyes wide as you look down at him. “Only for you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true!” You insist. “Only you.”
“Hmm,” he clicks his tongue. “Prove it.”
His gaze is calculating and cold as he looks at you, and it makes your mind hazy.
“Prove this cock is the only one you want. And you better make it believable.”
He takes his hands off of you and places them on the bed beside him. His words have you sinking to the floor slowly, falling to your knees.
Your hands drift up to his pants, hovering over the zipper. Wordlessly, your eyes look up to him for permission, but he doesn’t say anything as he stares down at you.
After a moment of hesitation, you slowly drag the zipper of his jeans downwards. One of your hands drifts to palm over the bulge in his pants. You consider your method of action before finally deciding to reach into his boxers.
It is awkward, pulling his dick out while he just sits there and watches you, but there is something enticing about the humiliation of it. You can feel yourself growing more wet, and your mouth waters when you take your first look at him. He is long and hard and pretty, and your breath catches in your throat.
Curiously, one hand holds him by the base while the other swipes an exploratory thumb over the head. You look up to see Seungmin with the same expression, almost bored.
Still, he doesn’t say anything as you continue to get a feel for him.
He is so warm and firm in your hands, and you are having so much fun with your light touches—but you have something to prove. You give him one more pump before leaning down and spitting.
The spit dribbles out of your mouth and onto him as you look up again, making eye contact with Seungmin. Then, still looking at him, you place a small peck on the head of his cock. The salty taste of his precum invades your sense and sends your mind haywire. Emboldened, you wrap your lips around him, suckling the head lightly before taking him as far as you can into your mouth.
He is so long that you can’t fit him all, gagging as he hits the back of your throat, and your hands reach up to wrap around the rest of him. The only indication that he feels anything is his dark pupils, but it is enough to motivate you to continue.
Ignoring the burn in your throat, you bob your head on his length, building up a steady pace with your hands and your mouth. The room is silent except for the lewd sounds you make, sucking and squelching as you work. The noises are so erotic they send heat flushing through you, and you clench your thighs together in an attempt to ease the pressure.
The silence is interrupted by the buzz of a cell phone. You pull mostly off of his dick, swirling your tongue around the head. Seungmin reaches for his phone and you release him with a pop.
The phone continues to buzz, and he turns his gaze down on you.
“Did I say you could stop?”
Your face flushes and then his cock is in your mouth again. Your eyes look up at him, but instead of saying anything more, Seungmin swipes right on the call and lifts his phone to his ear.
“Hello?”
You freeze. On the other end of the line, music blares and the fuzzy sound of someone talking reaches your ears.
Seungmin keeps the phone against his ear with one hand while he reaches the other down, placing it on the back of your head and pushing you forcefully further down his cock. The sudden movement has you gagging, a choked noise coming from the back of your throat.
“Calm down,” Seungmin sighs. “I already left.”
You inhale deeply through your nose, trying your best to remain still. Seungmin, of course, has a different idea, and pulls you off for a moment so you can catch your breath, before pushing you down his cock once again.
“Yes, Hyunjin,” he rolls his eyes. “You’re the one who left me for some girl, remember?”
Your eyes water as you choke on his length, overwhelmed by the feeling of him in your mouth.
“Y/N?” Seungmin says then, looking down at you. “Yeah, I took her home with me.”
You whimper around him, gaze blurry as you look into his eyes.
Another moment passes before he eases you off of him again.
“Okay, bye Hyunjin,” Seungmin says. He ends the call and then tosses his phone away.
His attention turns downwards to you, readjusting his grip on your head. His hand grabs a fistful of your hair, wrapping it around his fingers, and then he yanks so that you are looking up at him.
“You couldn’t even do that right, huh?” Seungmin asks. “I thought I asked you prove that you want this cock.”
“I do,” you whine. “Please.”
Instead of responding, Seungmin positions you so that your mouth is once again over his dick. His grip on your hair is tight enough to sting, but the pain mixes with the pleasure to make a heady concoction of horniness.
Then, he pushes you down. He inhales sharply when your gagging around his cock turns into a drawn out moan, and then pulls you up. His dick twitches in your mouth when you tongue at the slit on the head, and he pushes you down once again.
Seungmin builds a torturous and steady pace, fucking himself with your mouth as you gag and moan around him. The way he uses you is so sexy that you can’t help but sneak one hand downwards towards your soaked center.
Your dress has bunched up on your waist, which makes it easier for you to slip your hand into your panties and touch yourself. You rub your clit at the same pace he fucks your mouth, sending tendrils of pleasure all throughout your body.
It is only when your moans slowly devolve into whines that he notices.
He pulls you off, his hand leaving the back of your head to smooth down your hair in a surprisingly tender gesture.
“What are you doing?” Seungmin asks softly, cupping your jaw.
Your hand stills.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
“N-No, but—”
“Up,” he offers you his hand. On shaky knees, you rise to your feet.
“Clothes off,” he demands, sneaking one finger beneath the band of your underwear and pulling it back so it snaps against your skin.
Your face blazes when he stares at you expectantly. Slowly, your hand reaches up to push the straps of your dress off your shoulder. You shimmy it down your waist, letting it fall into a heap on the floor and leaving you in just your underwear.
Your fingers trail down to the waistband, but you hesitate, feeling shy under his gaze.
“Color?”
“Green,” you tell him, and then take your panties off too.
Seungmin nods in approval as his eyes darken, but his gaze remains firmly trained on your face. It is almost as if he is punishing you and himself by refusing to look at your body.
“Come here,” he motion. Obediently, you pad over to him.
His hands rise to your hips, pulling you down onto his lap. A yelp leaves your lips as he pushes your core over his right thigh, your feet folding under you onto the bed.
“Since you’re so desperate to get off that you can’t even wait for me,” he says, one finger tipping your chin upwards so that your eyes are level with his. “Get off like this.”
You whimper, squirming under his gaze and he raises an eyebrow.
“Ride my thigh, and maybe we’ll see if you deserve to come.”
As if to prove a point, his hands on your hips pull you closer to him, and the delicious drag of your clit against his thigh has your mouth parting with a breathy moan.
Of their own accord, your hands rise to grip his shoulders. Your fingertips press into the divot of his collarbone as you roll your hips slowly against his thigh. His dick, hard and wet from your mouth, is pressed against his shirt by the waistband of his pants. It doesn’t escape you that he is fully dressed while you are completely naked.
The creases of his pant leg create a delicious friction that has you whimpering as you begin to move your hips faster, using your hold on his shoulders as leverage to press your cunt against him. You are so wet—have been since he first kissed you in the club, especially when you had your mouth on him—and you can feel your slick accumulating below you.
You’re too embarrassed to look down but you know, undeniably, that there must be a dark, wet spot on his pants. At some point, the thought of embarrassment fades away as the pleasure begins to build, a slow cresting wave inside the pit of your stomach.
You roll your hips against him faster, sloppier, and you bit your lip to stifle the loud whines leaving your mouth.
“Look at you,” Seungmin murmurs. “Making such a mess on my pants. So desperate, hmm?”
“Mhm,” you moan in affirmation.
His arm wraps around your back, pulling you closer to him. Your chest presses against his and your hands go from his shoulders to loop around his neck as you bury your face into his neck.
“Feels good?” He asks mockingly.
You nod without lifting your face.
“I’m not even doing anything and you’re already so fucked out,” he sighs. “Could you come like this?”
“Yes,” you whimper, “yes, please.”
His hand wraps around the nape of your neck and pulls you back, forcing your face right in front of his.
“You’re going to come without me?” He pouts.
“Please…” Your eyes glaze over, the precipice of your orgasm so close that you can taste it. Every nerve is on fire, your cunt clenching on nothing.
“I’ll let you choose,” he says. “Come now and we can wash up after. Or hold it, and I’ll fuck you the way you need it.”
“Min,” you whine.
“Choose,” Seungmin breathes, his hands taking over for you as he grinds you down against his thigh. “Or I’ll choose for you.”
“Ngh,” you choke. “T-The… oh, the… The second one!”
He smiles at your answer. And then, instead of pulling you off his lap like you think he is going to, he begins to move your hips faster, pressing his thigh upwards to provide even more pressure to your clit.
“Seung—” you start, a loud moan escaping your mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure excruciating, and your orgasm hurdles even closer than before. Your moan devolves into a high pitched whine.
“N-No,” you whimper. “I’m going to—g-going to, mmmph.”
You squeeze your eyes shut and Seungmin laughs in your ears.
“You’re going to come?” He says. “You don’t want me to fuck you?”
“I do,” you whine pathetically. “Please, don’t—”
“It’s your choice, remember? If you don’t want to come, then hold it.”
You shake your head. “I c-can’t.”
Your thighs clench, your climax building inside of you.
“Hold it.”
Your breath comes out in pants, and you try to think of the unsexiest thing you can, you try to ignore the solid feeling of his thigh underneath you—you try your hardest to not come.
Seungmin continues to move you against him, but his pace slows down until he is barely dragging your messy cunt over his thigh.
Eventually, he stops completely, watching as you quake in his lap.
“Good girl,” he coos, and he sounds both condescending and comforting. A hand lifts to cup your face, running a thumb soothingly over your face.
You can hardly focus on anything more than his touch, still quaking from the after effects of your almost orgasm. Your mind is blank, a resolute desperation worming its way into your heart as Seungmin lifts you off of his lap and lays you down on the bed.
You watch through glassy eyes as he pulls his shirt off in one motion before his hands go to the waistband of his pants.
“You did so good for me,” Seungmin praises. “So obedient, hmm? Didn’t know you could do that. I guess a little desperation works wonders.”
You moan at his words, watching as he pulls his pants and boxers off, leaving him just as naked as you. He produces a condom, unwrapping it in a record time, and you push yourself up onto your elbows to watch him slowly roll it onto his hard length.
Your mouth waters again at the sight of it. He felt so big and full in your mouth, so you can’t help but wonder how he will feel inside your cunt. A gush of wetness floods you, and your pussy throbs at the thought of it.
It’s painful, how slowly he moves as he situates himself in between your legs. You push yourself up further and use your hands to pull your legs apart, watching as his dick gets closer and closer to where you want him the most.
He holds himself by the base, and then in one fluid motion, pushes himself all the way into you.
A long moan escapes your lips at the sudden fullness and you collapse flat onto your back, the pure bliss of how hot and big he is inside of you taking over every sense.
“So tight,” Seungmin grunts, bottoming out.
You nod your head quickly, not really processing what he says.
He pulls out completely, before pushing into you again. This time, it feels even better than the first as the ridges of his cock slide against your walls. You moan again, this time louder.
“Feel good?” He asks, building a slow and torturous pace that has your eyes rolling back into your head.
“S-Soooo good,” you whine.
Seungmin’s movements are sharp and controlled, rolling into you with precise depth and force. It is like he knows what you need before you even say it, the head of his cock rubbing against the bundle of nerves inside of you.
His thrust speed up and a string of whimpers, each louder than the previous, fall out of your mouth. The orgasm you had been denied of begins to bubble up inside of you again, this time somehow warmer and more consuming than before. It feels like liquid fire as it burns through your veins, mounting higher and higher still.
You have no control over the noises escaping your lips, a combination of loud whines and moans as Seungmin continues to fuck you so good you see stars behind your eyelids.
He’s quiet as he fucks you, but the few pants and moans that slip out as he rolls his hips against you are the hottest things you have ever heard. He sounds so pretty as he fucks you, and the image of his furrowed brow, his bitten lips, his sweaty hair—its enough to almost push you over the edge.
A particularly deep thrust has you moaning loudly, your mouth falling open.
“You’re so fucking loud,” Seungmin grunts, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip. “Shut up.”
His words have the opposite of their desired effect as you whimper at the dark tone of his voice. At the noise, his eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in them.
“I said,” he pushes the thumb past your lips into your mouth. “Shut up.”
You nod, your lips wrapping obediently around his finger.
Your tongue swipes over the pad of his thumb right as he resumes his deathly pace, breathing heavily through his nose. His face remains stubbornly blank except for the slight crease of his forehead.
Trying your hardest to keep your moans down, you suckle on his finger like you had his cock earlier, and he moans quietly at the feeling. The sound spurs you on, and you bite down lightly on it.
Seungmin pulls the thumb out of your mouth and moves his hand downwards, pressing unforgivingly against your clit. He doesn’t move it, only applying pressure and he continues to fuck you, but the feeling is enough to push you close to the edge.
“Close?” He asks.
You nod, unable to form the words as your lips part. Your eyes are glassy and your expression fucked out as your brain struggles to catch up with your body.
“Say it,” Seungmin hisses through his teeth and you whine.
“Aw, are you being fucked too dumb to speak?” He coos, and you nod again.
“Nope. Not good enough,” he tsks, pulling his finger away from you. “Beg me to come, or don’t come at all.”
“P-please!” You cry out finally, clenching down on him as he moves.
“Hmm.”
“Please, Min, please. L-Let me come, oh—”
“Well,” he pants. “Since you asked so nicely."
Seungmin thrusts speed up, deeper and sloppier in the most delicious way, but what ends up pushing you over the edge is when he leans down and captures your lips with his, his tongue moving in a messy kiss against yours.
He swallows your whimpers as you come, fucking you deep through you orgasm as your cunt spasms around him, and then with one harsh grunt, he comes a moment later.
You collapse boneless on the bed, your legs still twitching as you come down from your orgasm, and Seungmin slumps over you, his sweaty body a comforting weight on your chest.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, still the endorphins lighting up even the very tips of your fingers.
“Are you okay?”
Seungmin’s question is half-worried, an amusing juxtaposition to the way he was just fucking you.
“Yes,” you laugh. “I’m better than okay.”
He frowns at you, his bangs plastered over his forehead, and then he pushes himself off of you.
“Noooooo,” you moan. “Come back.”
“I will,” he says gently. “Just give me a moment.”
You lay there, cold and tired, as Seungmin disappears into the bathroom. He comes back with a wet towel and kneels at the foot of the bed, gently wiping you down.
“You—”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks. “I didn’t do too much, did I?”
You push yourself up, a hand lifting to caress his jaw as he focuses on his task.
“Seungmin, I’m fine, really.”
“Really?”
“That was the best sex of my life, so yeah.”
He purses his lips. “…Okay.”
“And besides,” you say, pulling him up from the ground onto the bed besides you. “Do you think I suck dick like that for just anyone?"
“Well….” He trails off bashfully.
“The answer is no,” you giggle. “Now come here and cuddle me!”
He lets out an annoyed huff, but listens anyways, climbing onto the bed and pulling the covers over the two of you before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
“By the way,” you begin. “If I haven’t said it already, I like you Seungmin. I really like you.”
A soft smile stretches across his lips. “I really like you.”
Seungmin presses a kiss against your hair. The sound of his heartbeat echoes in your ears and serves as the soundtrack playing as you fall asleep.
And the next morning, after Seungmin eats you out and then fucks you, when you come out of his room wearing nothing but his shirt, Hyunjin almost weeps.
"Finally!"
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a/n: my brain’s supply of what this 2min nonsense was about. why did they smile at each other like that. about a sports drink.
warnings: piss kink (apologizes in advance), soft dom!minho, poly relationship 2min x reader, smut - minors dni
it starts like this:
you were sick a week ago, bedridden and weak-limbed for days and you would have been absolutely miserable if you didn’t have two lovely partners waiting on your every need. streaming hot soup brought straight to your bed, sweat-soaked sheets changed by one of them while the other helped you shower, endless supplies of water and juices and various drinks kept in a steady supply on your bedside table.
including those goddamn sports drinks. the ones that they still shove down your throat because what if you’re still dehydrated baby? can’t have you passing out can we? doesn’t matter to them that you haven’t been sick for a few days now.
you’re tired of the sticky sweet, slightly salty flavor of them. your eyes burn when they land on the colorful label, the smell of it makes you want to throw the bottle out of your high story apartment window. you’re surprised that your piss isn’t pure sports drink at this point.
still, you drink them. the smile on their faces when you hand them the empty bottle is enough to keep you doing it. the way they take care of you, the way it makes them happy to see you comfortable? you wouldn’t trade that for the world.
you’re on your third bottle when minho plops onto the couch next to you, immediately latching onto your side and pulling seungmin down into your lap from where he was sitting on your other side. his head lands on your lower belly and he gasps in surprise, squirming as he gets comfortable. his weight presses against your bladder, full of almost three sports drinks now, and it sends a ting up to your head.
“wait, babe,” you wriggle, trying to dislodge your arm from minho’s grip. “i have to go, give me a minute.”
“no,” minho and seungmin whine together, sharing a grin before settling deeper into you.
“c’mon,” you whine back, tugging again at your arm in vain. “let me gooo.”
“you can wait,” minho throws a leg over yours, thigh almost hitting seungmin’s face as he all but traps you into the cushions. seungmin raises a lazy hand and rubs at the bare skin of minho’s thigh from where his shorts had ridden up. you feel minho shudder a bit against you before relaxing, melting completely into you.
you sigh and accept it. it’s so rare that the three of you get to sit in once space together and relax; with their album having released recently, they’re always running around on different schedules, performing on various stages and going through interview after interview and even when they come home together they’re so tired that they almost collapse on their feet at the door. when they’re not doing things together they’re off on separate ventures, meetings with choreographers or their producers to write songs or whatever their next project is for that week.
so with the two of you wrapped around you like this, it does seem a bit silly to dislodge them just to use the bathroom.
the two of them gently bicker over what to watch, seungmin arguing that you and him were in the middle of a movie before minho came in and minho firing back that he didn’t know what happened during the first half so wouldn’t it be fair to change it to something all three of you could enjoy?
throughout their argument, minho wordlessly hands the sports drink you had left on the coffee table to you, metal straw poised near your mouth. seungmin scratches a bit at his thigh when you take it from him reflexively, just how minho likes it, all while they continue talking at each other. you might not have noticed their behavior if the mere sight of the drink sends a warning signal from your bladder to your brain.
what are they doing.
minho glances pointedly at your hand, eyes flickering to your mouth and back, and he smiles in satisfaction when you raise it to your lips and take a tentative sip. you take another when you notice your throat did feel a bit dry, thirst battling with your need to pee in an utterly confusing way. you hope they don’t notice when you squeeze your legs together just a bit, holding off the need to pee in a temporary relief.
minho meets seungmin’s eyes and the younger tips the drink back towards your mouth from where you had let it lower to your lap.
“what?” you ask, a little breathless. “i’m not really that thirsty, love. i’ll drink it later.”
seungmin shrugs, turning his attention back to the tv. minho sends a glare to him, but it quickly morphs into a smirk when seungmin puts on the anime the three of you love and have seen four times through, exiting out of the movie.
you’re still confused, but you let yourself melt back into the cushions and focus on the screen. whatever they were up to, you wouldn’t find out until they wanted you to. you’ve learned that lesson time and time again, and it’s taught you to just let things happen instead of wracking your head over it. the two boys were utterly unpredictable on their own but together? you didn’t stand a chance.
“let’s take a shower,” seungmin suggests, breaking the comfortable silence the three of you had maintained for a while. a shower sounded nice, especially with the two of them - they always paid you the most attention, lathering you up so gently and rinsing your hair until you were practically purring in their arms. but. if you got up right now, you weren’t sure that you could hold your bladder in.
you look down at the drink in your hand, intending to hand it over to minho to put away, but it’s finished. you don’t remember drinking any more of it, but you must have done it subconsciously when your attention was on the tv. you didn’t even realize that four episodes had passed already.
the reminder of the sheer amount of liquid in your body makes your lower belly ache, and you’re this close to telling seungmin to go on without you. however, the toilet was in the same room as the shower - and now that your bladder is in the forefront of your mind, that was where you needed to go as soon as physically possible.
“go ahead and get the water going, seungminnie,” minho says, voice soft and eyes fond. “we’ll be right there.”
seungmin moves off of your lap, disappearing in a flurry and while you thought the removal of his weight might have helped, it actually did the opposite. it was as if he was stopping you from feeling the full force of your aching bladder, absorbing the feeling into himself somehow, and as soon as he was gone it took over your entire body so intensely that you had to hunch over.
“let’s go, baby,” minho all but coos at you, standing up but not letting go of your arm. he helps you up, letting you lean against him as the two of you shuffle over to the bathroom in agonizingly slow steps.
“just give me one second,” you squeeze minho’s hand after he leads you through the double doors, stepping towards the toilet. you’ve been together long enough that peeing in front of them doesn’t phase any one of you, and even if it did you’re too desperate to care right now.
“not so fast,” minho tugs on your hand and you stumble into him, the movement making you clench so that you don’t pee all over the floor.
“min, c’mon,” you plead, voice coming out in a whine. “let me go, or i’m going to make a mess and you’re going to have to clean it up.”
“shower first,” he says, his tone making it clear that you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. “you can do it, hmm? you can hold it for us, our good girl.”
his words send another pang throughout your body, this time through your pussy as it all falls into place. you can feel your heartbeat throughout your entire body and your knees feel weak; if he wasn’t holding you up they might have given out there and then.
“i-i can’t,” you bite out, trying and failing to stand your ground.
“you can,” minho says, firm and unmovable. you let him peel off your clothes, your entire body shaking and fever-hot all over. he sheds his own quickly, pushing you into the large shower and into seungmin’s arms. you’re glad for him, because otherwise you might have fallen straight to the tiles under the spray in a sad heap. minho slides up behind you and wraps his arms around your midsection, squeezing in a way that makes you gasp.
the water dripping down your frames and swirling down the drain is transfixing, and you were so close to letting go if the embarrassment of pissing yourself didn’t stop you. you can’t look away from the drain, from the clear water that makes you wonder what it would look like if it was tinged yellow.
“hyung?” seungmin asks, breaking your trance, his eyes shining at minho as he looks at him for guidance.
“take care of our girl,” minho nods, keeping you still when seungmin moves away. you expect him to reach for the loofah hanging by the shower head, or the bar of soap sitting in the caddy, but instead he sinks to his knees in front of you. he looks up at you with reverence, the shower spray hitting his back and the overhead light shining down on him making him look like some kind of angel.
or a devil, your mind tells you as he leans forward to press light kisses to your thighs. minho wedges a leg in between yours, nudging your knees apart so seungmin has access to your throbbing pussy. he makes a delighted noise and dives in, tongue flicking at your folds as his hands keep your thighs apart.
“fuck, seung,” you moan, muscles tightened as you try not to release onto his face. “i can’t hold it.”
neither of them pay you any mind; minho’s hands massage at your lower belly as seungmin laps at you like you’re his last meal, his tongue dipping inside of you and reaching points he never has before.
“p-please,” you gasp, not knowing what you were even asking for. for minho to let up on the pressure around your middle, for seungmin to move his face away from your pussy, for him to go harder and never stop.
“do you need to go, honey?” minho says, voice right in your ear. it sends a lick of flames up your spine, and seungmin hums into you when you let out a list of syllables that you hope mean god, yes, please let me. “then come for us, and i promise you can go after.”
it’s like his words flip a switch inside of you, because immediately after he orders it you’re coming. your hips jerk against seungmin’s mouth, his nose rubbing against your clit as the fire climbs downwards and explodes into embers that take over your entire body.
when the last of the shocks fade away, the pang of desperation from your bladder comes back in full force. your knees shake, you can feel your entire body trembling in an attempt to not piss all over your boyfriend who is still kneeling between your legs.
“baby, come up here,” minho calls to seungmin, pulling him away from where he had begun sucking at your inner thigh. he rises to his knees in an unfairly graceful way and presses his body up against your front so you’re sandwiched between them. the gentle pressure of his hips pushing against minho’s hands makes you double over, your face squishing against seungmin’s chest as you finally lose control over yourself.
you can feel the warm stream sliding down your legs, the sound of it mixing with the shower spray and creating some kind of weird harmony. you let out a sob, half from the utter relief you feel at letting go and half at the embarrassment of pissing yourself like this, even if they made you do it. you close your eyes and throw your head back against minho’s collarbone, mouth hanging open from how overwhelmed you feel.
“i’m sorry,” you choke out, chest heaving in with your breaths and shuddering out. the flow finally tapers off, the last bits of release tricking down and swirling down the drain. “fuck, i’m sorry.”
“it’s okay, love,” seungmin shushes you, sliding a hand up your waist as minho presses wet kisses to the back of your head. “that was so fucking hot, you don’t even know.”
you watch with tired eyes as minho’s hand creeps around you to circle around seungmin’s dick, hard and upright, and seungmin sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. his own hand snakes behind you, to minho’s cock, and they jerk each other off with you between them, pliant and jelly limped as you lean against them. they come together, both of their heads buried into your neck and their combined come spurting out onto your legs and sliding down like your piss had earlier.
the three of you stand there for several moments, catching your breath and regaining the feeling in your legs. seungmin does actually reach for the loofah then, lathering it up with minho’s expensive soaps and spending extra time scrubbing at your legs. you float in a dazed mess as they rinse you off, wrapping you in a fluffy towel and then guiding your limbs into satin pajamas.
“thirsty?” seungmin asks after he deposits you into the covers of your shared california king bed, and your parched throat aches to say yes. you almost do, but when you turn your head to look at what’s in his outstretched hand it’s -
Degradation —A kink where someone is highly aroused and sexually satisfied by having a partner say degrading, insulting and humiliating things to them.
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Pairing: Minho + Seungmin x gn!afab reader
Summary: Maybe you should learn to take their words seriously.
Genre: Smut, established relationship
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WC: 1.8k (1868)
CW: Degradation, Dom!Seungmin + Dom!Minho x Sub!Reader, Brief Spit play, Reader gets referred as a dog, These two have filthy mouths, Unprotected sex.
When Seungmin and Minho told you they’d be home early, you didn’t think they were serious. Unfortunately, you had to find that out the hard way.
They’re both idols, have a busy schedule and rarely had time to come home and spend time with you, how could you take it seriously? It didn’t help that Seungmin would always joke around about coming home knowing that he was on tour, or when Minho would blow your phone up constantly about wishing he could be home right now. But this time, they were serious about coming home, and they meant it whenever they told you they had time off for a while. You casually brushed it off as Seungmin just playing around with you again, but deep down part of you wished he were serious.
Since they had busy schedules, it was really hard to try and keep up with everything they were doing. Because of this, often you’d lose track of their schedules and end up not knowing what was going on. The news from Seungmin could've been easily verified if you had just known the scheduling, but you had gotten it mixed up a long time ago.
While you were home alone, you didn’t have any way of pleasing yourself like they did whenever they were home. It was always harder to get yourself to cum and it was always just downright boring. You were in the bedroom you all shared together, humping desperately at a pillow and hoping it’d be enough to gain friction for yourself. Days prior to this, Seungmin and Minho had been talking about wanting you to wait since it wouldn’t be long until they got home, and without taking them seriously you agreed. However, if you had taken their words a bit more seriously, you would’ve known that you really only had to wait around 3 days and they’d be home. Normally they didn’t mind when you did please yourself, they weren’t there half the time to begin with, but they wanted the first night of when they got back to be special. They wanted to make up for lost time and to fuck you to the point where you were bound to the bed.
You didn’t listen to their request though, and continued to touch yourself and find other means to get off.
Sweat accumulated on your forehead and your hair stuck to it as you continued to find an angle that would just feel good. Your face was twisted into a frustrated look and your body was beginning to ache from how long you were doing this. You were feeling desperate and also felt like crying from just wanting to cum already. As many times as you did this, you could never make yourself orgasm the way you wanted to. It was always rushed or cut short or it lasted too long to the point where you just gave up. Tonight though, you wanted to try your best, despite your body already giving you signs that it wanted to give out.
“Fuck— Why can’t- I just find a good spot-?” You groaned in frustration.
While you were doing this, what you hadn’t noticed was that Seungmin and Minho had come home a long time ago. They were quiet about it, despite already telling you when they'll be home, they still wanted their arrival to be a surprise. It shocked them how easy it was to get into the house without you hearing and toppling them over, and honestly they were a bit suspicious too.
It didn’t take long for them to realize why you hadn’t greeted them yet either, since they could hear the soft creaking of the bed. They practically tiptoed their way towards the bedroom, and with you being too careless to shut the door, they peered inside. There, they saw you, desperately rutting against a pillow and crying out words of frustration and irritation from your long overdue orgasm. Seungmin eyed Minho, who in turn looked at him back, folding his arms. Initially, they found the scene amusing and they honestly were going to just let you have at it until you finally got it, but they also figured that taunting you and expressing fake disappointment would also be just as amusing.
“You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?” Seungmin says, his loud voice causing you to halt your movements.
You feel your heart beginning to pound out of your chest and your body completely freezes up after hearing his words. Your eyes went wide and your mind spun from the sudden interaction. You didn’t know what to do, you were embarrassed and honestly a bit scared for not listening to anything they’d say and take their words seriously. You couldn’t even face them, keeping yourself facing towards the headboard with shame.
And that’s how you ended up where you were now, being used and toyed with by the two men.
Minho had his cock buried deep inside of your throat, thrusting into your mouth and leaving you unable to speak. On the other hand, Seungmin was fucking roughly into your cunt, his hands leaving deep marks from how hard he held a grip on your waist. You felt used in the best way possible, loving when they both used your body at the same time like this. You loved when they didn’t show any mercy on you either, fucking you like you were the last thing they were going to get. The bed shook and rocked with each of their hard thrusts and you could feel your body tingling from the amount of pleasure you were receiving. You wrapped your hands around Minho’s dick, jerking off what couldn’t fit inside of your mouth. In response, Minho groaned and planted a firm hand in your hair, tugging at it and forcing himself deeper into your mouth.
The two decided to make an agreement with you, make them cum and they’ll forget about you failing to listen to them. You thought the idea was fairly easy, since they hadn’t seen you in awhile to hold themselves back, and the fear you felt before was replaced with confidence.
“Filthy fuckin’ dog, You think I should cum inside of this dirty fucking cunt?” Seungmin spoke up, and you did your best to shake your head ‘yes’.
“Listen to how sloppy and messy it sounds when you fuck into it.” Minho mused, a smug grin on his face.
“I know, it’s fucking disgusting.” Seungmin added, a groan escaping past his words.
The two spoke as if you weren’t even there, and treated you like you were just an inanimate object. You loved it, and it made your moans against Minho grow louder as Seungmin fucked you. You were below them and listened to their every need, you were nothing and were to be treated like such. The two men loved treating you like an object, like you were just there for them to fuck and nothing else, it turned them on more than they liked to admit. Their words made you feel good in ways you couldn’t explain.
As much as you hated to admit, you definitely weren’t afraid of their disappointment anymore, and you were very much enjoying the position you were in right now. You felt a little ashamed to admit it, because you couldn’t explain why you liked it when they talked harshly to you or when they scolded you. You just know it makes your body tingle with excitement and your cunt throb with need. Their words made you truly feel disgusted even though you knew they didn’t really mean it.
“Maybe I should just fuck you full of my cum and just leave you like that, you’d enjoy that wouldn’t you?” Seungmin mused, lifting a leg of yours and pressing it to your chest.
You hummed around Minho in response, oh you’d love that so much.
“You can see they enjoy it, they love being treated like a cumrag.” Minho adds.
Seungmin groaned, “Should’ve fucking known, it’s all they’re good at being.”
You feel yourself growing closer to orgasm, and you know they are too with how their hips stutter and their breathing grows uneven. You did your best to rock your hips to match Seungmin’s thrusts, digging your nails into Minho’s thighs each time Seungmin hit your g spot. You began to feel overwhelmed with pleasure and your body began to shake and tremble, the familiar knot building in your stomach getting ready to let go at any given moment. Your moans were muffled by Minho, yet still didn’t go unheard from the two as they continued to use your body for their own pleasure.
“I don’t think you deserve my cum, I don’t cum inside of inpatient whores.” Seungmin spat, and you clenched around him at his words, moaning as loud as you could.
Minho eventually pulled himself out of your mouth, allowing you to finally fully breath again. You took deep breaths that were followed by moans and tried to collect your thoughts in order to speak, but you couldn’t think with him jerking himself off above you. His dick twitched and with one final pump of his hand he came all over your face, continuing to thrust into his hand to get every last drop out of himself.
“You look so pathetic covered in my Cum.” Minho sneered, gathering the spit inside of his mouth.
You were about to say something until you felt a wet liquid land on your cheek, and you realized that he had spat on you. That was the icing on the cake for you, feeling completely defiled and used by the two as you came hard around Seungmin, your walls fluttering around his dick. Your toes curled and your body jerked and squirmed until you finally finished. Once you were done, Seungmin pulled out of you, a mix of your cum and his precum spilling out, and he began to jerk himself off above you as well.
“Look at you, you look like a whore, can’t believe I stuck my dick inside of you.” He’d grit between his teeth.
Squeezing his length in his hands, he pointed his dick towards your entrance, cumming all over your inner thighs and all over your cunt. He milked himself for every last drop, and let out a soft moan once he finally finished. You were completely covered in cum now, and you felt disgusting in the best way possible.
The two men sneered at you and felt like they had done enough to you for tonight. When the excitement and the feelings of everyone’s orgasm finally washed over, the two actually kept their word of just leaving you there, but only for a little. You watched as Seungmin stuck his tongue out at you and walked away, Minho following close behind.
You felt icky and now you were starting to feel gross with all the liquids stuck to your skin. You wanted to get up but your body trembled each time you tried, so you decided to just wait until they felt nice enough to help you up and to clean you off.
Maybe next time you’ll take their words seriously.
Do u feel like experiencing love is crucial for writing about it?
Yes, I think experiencing love is crucial for writing about it. Luckily, you have experienced love.
You have a mother or a father or a sister or a brother. They touch you, they hold you, they fight with you; they know you at your best and worst. They care about you even when they're tired of caring for anyone. And if you don't have that, you have a cousin or a childhood friend or a teacher or a colleague or someone you know and like who also likes you, who you think about when they're not there. You think of them when you see that blue paisley fabric--just a flash of them on the street; you think of them when you smell cedar, when you smell ripe apples just at the start of autumn; you think of them when something really pisses you off, and you wish that you could tell them. And if you don't know that love, then you have a dog or a cat or another kind of pet, and you love them. You know what it's like to be frustrated with them, when they won't stop barking at literally the same person coming home every day. You know what it's like to forgive them, because their eyes are chocolate brown, and they need you to walk them; they need to feel you curl up next to them on the couch so they can harvest your body heat, and you're glad to give it to them. If you don't have that, you have sunsets that greet you in the morning, who are beautiful for you and are gone. You have leaves sharp green against a metallic sky. You have the surprise of flowers, a shocking yellow against a dreary pavement. You have ruins in Rome and the graffiti on the convenience store down the street. You have astronauts and graveyards. You have books written by dead hands, books that were written for you, just you, reaching toward you across an abyss of time and space because someone somewhere wanted to let you know that you are known. You are loved.
Do you mean, do you need to experience romantic love to write about romantic love?
