I love love love the subby Seungmin fic🤤, like you're literally too good at making your writing so compelling?🥰 Like idk the correct for for it but it's like crack to me😖🥴 Can i please bring to your attention Minnie's pouty lips? Like literally every time he speaks his lips just pucker up in the cutest way and I lowkey am curious to see how mean Dom reader would tease him about how slutty he's being, acting as if he wants everyone to kiss his pretty pretty lips and just kissing and biting them until they are red and swollen and marked as readers'. And Seungmin loving the feeling of being owned and just melting at the degradation repeating drunkenly over and over about how he doesn't want anyone to kiss him but you cuz he's your little slut. And later reader reassuring him that they didn't mean it and that they love Minnie's lips and cute mannerisms just as it is. 🥰
Hey Anonnie🥰 I love the sub Seungmin requests, they're always so fun to write.
Because You're My...?
genre: smut, fluff if you squint // word count: 1.1k // warnings: adult dialogue, sexual themes, noona kink, subby idol!seungmin, biting, degradation, a dash of puppy play //a/n: This isn't explicit in the sense that they're just kissing, but there's Stuff. Things. Enjoy!
Seungmin is really hamming it up on this variety show. When he talks, his lips pucker up naturally, the tint of his lips pink and shiny. When he smiles, his whole face lights up, his teeth straight and white, even when he tends to cover it. When he speaks though, even when he tries to keep his face neutral, he’s pushing his lips out.
Sometimes when he’s annoyed, he even runs his tongue over his bottom lip, just showing off how wet and plump it is. Is he really simpering for the audience right now, playing innocent? Standing off stage, watching behind the camera with the rest of the team, you feel your blood boil. Who’s he showing off for? Those lips are for you and you alone.
Once they call for a break, he jogs over to the team, making a beeline to you with a big grin on his face. He cocks his head to the side, giving you confused puppy eyes when he notices your irritated expression. You grab onto his wrist and drag him behind you, making excuses about fixing something on his jacket. Instead, you find an empty green room. Pushing him inside, closing the door with your foot.
“Y/n, wh-”
“Shh, I don’t want to hear any excuses,” you snap, squeezing his cheeks with your hand so his lips purse.
“Excutheth for wha-” he tries to say with his face in your hand.
“Excuses for being such a pouty little whore on camera.”
He wiggles out of your grasp, rolling his eyes. “I wasn’t pouting on camera.”
“Yes, you were,” you poke him in the chest, walking him backwards until his back finds the wall. “Who are you trying to get to kiss you?”
“No one!” he starts to blush as you press your body up against his.
“That’s not what it looked like,” you sneer. “You’re just acting like a slut.”
“I’m not a sl-” he starts to whine, but you clap a hand over his mouth.
“Shh! You have to keep your voice down,” you whisper. “The door is unlocked, do you want someone to find us?”
He shakes his head and you release him, trailing your fingers down his cheek. He’s already panting when he whispers, “Noona, I only want you to kiss me.”
You lean in, “The way you were licking your lips, puckering up while you were talking? I think you want anyone to use this pretty little mouth.”
“I don’t do it on purpose! I used to have braces, it’s just -”
“Excuses are slut behavior. You’ll let anyone have a little taste?”
“N-no,” he whimpers. “Only you.”
With your thumb, you smear the lip tint he has on. “Only me?”
“Yes, Noona, only you.”
You surge into him, your mouth finding his as he groans into your sudden, harsh kiss. His mouth opens to whine, giving you the opportunity and permission to deepen the kiss, lashing your tongue against his. He melts into your touch, his hands grasping at your back, fingers digging into your skin. He scratches his short nails into you as he moans, losing his mind as he presses further into you. You slip your hand into his hair and pull, tilting his head back suddenly.
His mouth disconnects from yours briefly, trying to catch his breath. But that’s not what you have in mind for him, pulling him back down to meet your lips again, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth and nipping hard. He squeaks at the sudden deluge of pain and pleasure as you soothe the sharp pain with your tongue. You capture his lip again between your teeth lightly as you pull back, his eyes fluttering as you tug his lip towards you.
“I don’t know,” you say as you release his lip. Seungmin has a hazed out look in his eyes as he follows trails after you, chasing your lips. “I think only little sluts kiss like that.”
“No!” he cries, wild emotions erupting in his chest. Calling him names like this makes him feel bad…but also good? You’re giving him so much attention, lavishing him with contact, controlling him. He feels his knees weaken when you call him a whore. He starts to grow hard in his jeans, a fizzing sensation pulsing through him as you lay your claim to his mouth. He wants to be so good for you, but he can’t deny the adrenaline rushing through his body at your insults.
“Who do these lips belong to?” you whisper, pressing feather light kisses along his jaw.
“YOU!” he cries, rutting his hips into you. The way you control his every move, teasing him with your mouth alone, drives him mad. “Please!”
“Please what, puppy?” you say as you pull back to look at him. His eyes widen at the use of the pet name, unlocking a new kind of desire. He’s your puppy, he wants you to own him.
“Please…” he starts, nervous about what he’s about to say. “Let me be yours.”
The feeling in your chest is overwhelming, like your heart could burst. A smile blooms on your face, a faint flush darkens your cheeks.
“You want to be mine?” you say, tracing the shape of his top lip with your finger, mesmerized by how red and swollen they look.
Seungmin nods, eyes not leaving your face. You snake your hand down to his jaw, holding it in place, adoration on your face. His whole mouth is covered in the lip tint he had on for the cameras. It’ll look terrible when he returns, but you want the world to know that you own this mouth.
“And you’re not going to be a dumb little whore anymore in front of other people?”
“No, never. Only for you, Noona,” he pants, leaning into your touch.
“Because…?”
He looks at you, confusion in his eyes as he tries to break through some of the arousal pumping through his veins to understand your question.
“Because?” he repeats.
“Is my dumb little slut already gone, just from a few kisses?” you chuckle at him. “Because you’re my…”
“Because I’m… your… puppy?”
You grin as you lean down to kiss him, capturing his lips gently this time. He hisses at the soreness of his lip, but it turns to a moan as you use your tongue to dull the pain. The languid pace has him melting in your grasp for other reasons, his heart beating erratically in his chest.
“Then you better learn how to stop pouting when you talk,” you murmur against his lips. “These lips are for me.”
Are you still writing Demons or Glow? I really enjoy both those stories so much.
So hi there, anon, how are you doing?
I am currently rewriting Glow for the Captain Swan Rewrite-a-thon, so it should be complete (and better!) and posted in full in the new year. As for Demons, I’ll be honest with you. I’ve lost a lot of my passion for the project. Part of that is due to being sick to the back teeth of fandom drama, and part of it is to do with being a tired, rapidly approaching middle-aged, working mom to a demanding toddler and a seven going on seventeen year old.
Having said that, I envisaged Renegades as a trilogy from the off, and I’d be disappointed with myself if I failed to complete it. Recently I’ve been getting back into the groove of writing daily and, although I’m certainly not back to my best, there are days when I think I can still do this writing thing!
Writing Dangerous Games has really helped as it’s got me out of the rut I’d sort of fallen into and helped me fall in love with words again, so although it’s not in your fandom I hope you don’t begrudge me another sandbox.
So in short. Yeah. Yeah I am. I can’t say it’ll be this week, this month, or even this year. But one day, yes. I’d recommend bookmarking me on ao3 where I’m eirabach - that way you’ll get the updates first as honestly tumblr is just super tiring to post to.
Thanks for asking, and I hope to see you around once the muse returns!
Hello there anon 😌 I love the idea of a subby Seungmin mostly because he seems like he’d be such a brat during the day, but turn into a whimpering mess when you get home and finally touch him.
Being a bitch seems to be like foreplay to him, all about getting your attention in public, watching you quirk an eyebrow at him, whispering “just wait until we’re alone.” It really turns him on to annoy you.
He’s also a little bit of a cheeky exhibitionist, loves to try and get himself in trouble so you’ll snake a hand around the back of his neck while you’re lounging around with friends and pinching the muscles subtly surrounding his spine that shoots a shiver through his whole body. He likes when you play with his hair in public, making sure to stay engaged in the conversation, while you slowly grip onto his hair at his nape. He likes a quiet power play in front of people, it makes his knees weak and his cock twitch.
Once you’re alone though, he’s quick to fall to his knees, already anticipating whatever sort of punishment you have in store. I see him as the kind who will push and pull against any restraints because he likes the way they bite into his skin, the kind to whine and pout, he loves putting that trust in you to let him act like a huge brat and spar with him verbally and physically. He’s into a little degradation but not humiliation mostly because he loves an argument and it gets him painfully hard when he taunts you into teasing him.
Edging! He loves edging, he loves whining, he loves crying, I see a scene lasting hours with him, the build up being even more important than him cumming. But when he does finally cum? He’s a loud, trembling mess. Overstimulation is also a huge bonus for both of you because he’s so reactive to it.
I also see him as needing a lot of genuine sweet, cuddly aftercare. He wants to float back down to earth wrapped up in you, coming back to his body in comfort and safety, with pillows and back scratches, etc.
WHEW that’s a lot, but I just love a brat! Seungmin just seems to have it built in to his whole persona~
umm? first of all, *cas. second of all, you’re totally right - i missed the end of the episode where dean left cas’ body lying in the dirt to go be with his one true love sam winchester
