request: i was wondering if i can request dom!seokmin the night that he won an award (up to you) and the reader had worn something really revealing in his perspective? if you can maybe he has like an impreg kink or a praising kink?
pairing: lee seokmin x reader (f)
genre: smut
warnings: jealous!seokmin, dom/sub themes, slight(?) overuse of pet names, spanking, oral (receiving), swearing, slightish(??) praise, impreg, creampie, unprotected sex (use condoms pls)
word count: 3,139
reminder: this is purely fictional. don’t let your s/o tell you what you can and can’t wear!!
a/n: this took forever i’m sorry i’m the absolute worst, but we already know that. also thank @yoontothemoon for the cheesiest title that i couldn’t come up with :’)
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your boyfriend being nominated for best leading actor in a musical required you to set aside your typical leggings and sweatshirt duo for the black cocktail dress you bought for your cousin’s bachelorette party two years ago. you slipped it on, the dress barely clinging to the curve of your ass. much shorter than you remembered. you bit your lip, glancing at yourself in the mirror before checking the clock on your phone. there was no time to find another dress. seokmin was already waiting for you downstairs.
you knew the dress would be too short for seokmin’s liking, but it was the only thing you had in your closet that was suitable for an event this upscale. you tugged it down as much as you could, slipping on a pair of heels before locking the apartment door behind you.
seokmin leaned against the hood of his car, glancing up from his phone to eye you up and down, licking his lips at the sight of you hurrying towards him. he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a brief kiss before his hand trailed down to your ass, his fingers tapping your bare skin, “you look absolutely stunning princess. how come i’ve never seen you in this before?”
“it’s been a couple years since i’ve worn it. it’s definitely shorter than i’d like it to be, but we’re late and i don’t have another dress, so it’ll have to do,” you grinned, pecking his cheek before adjusting the collar of his dress shirt, “let’s go?”
safe to say, seokmin never let you out of his sight the entire night. you first noticed when you were talking to jihoon, asking him about how his upcoming album was going, seokmin’s hand stealthily finding its place at your hip, pulling you closer to him. you shot him a confused look, since seokmin usually wasn’t this touchy, especially around the other members. his fingers tugged down the hem of your dress. ah, right. the dress. to be fair, despite the protests of the stylists, he offered you his suit jacket multiple times. you politely declined every time, not willing to admit that maybe you actually enjoyed seeing this side of your boyfriend.
in all honesty, he should’ve just glued his hand to your ass. every time seokmin’s eyes turned to you, his fingers immediately tugged on the hem of your dress. the other boys were starting to notice, soonyoung and mingyu’s eyes wandering to your thighs. if anything, seokmin was making the length of your dress even more noticeable.
the awards ceremony was packed with practically everyone from the entertainment industry, you being able to recognize at least 60% of the attendees from various television programs and films you watched. however, you were relieved to find that your table mate wasn’t a stranger, but rather an old family friend of yours, memories of drinking strawberry milk in the backyard and squabbling during christmas parties coming back to you. you grinned, “moon taeil, what on earth are you doing here?”
“i could say the same for you, y/n. long time no see,” he laughed, nodding a regards to your boyfriend, “you look absolutely stunning. by the way, congratulations on the nomination, seokmin.”
the two of you exchanged stifled giggles and quiet conversations in between presentations, seokmin chiming in here and there, his hand comfortably steady on your thigh. seokmin wouldn’t dare verbally tell you that he was perhaps, a tiny bit jealous of the attention you were paying to taeil, but it was evident in the way his fingers dragged across your bare skin, tapping incessantly to the rhythm of the loud music.
when they finally announced, lee seokmin, best leading actor in a musical, you were absolutely over the moon. your face beamed, watching your boyfriend walk onstage, his usual glowing radiance shining brighter than usual. you were too ecstatic to remember to pull down your damn dress. luckily for you, taeil noticed that every time you stood, seokmin would tug your dress to a more conservative length.
“y/n, your dress,” taeil mumbled, amidst the thunderous applause and blasting music, noticing the amount of cameras that were pointed in your direction. you raised your eyebrow, trying to decipher what he was trying to say. “fuck it,” he cursed under his breath. his fingers immediately took the hem of your dress, pulling it down as quickly as possible. you shot him an apologetic look, mouthing a ‘thank you’ before focusing your attention back on seokmin.
from the stage, the only thing seokmin saw was taeil’s hand reaching behind you.
the rest of the night was silent, seokmin half-responding to you and the other boys, his grasp on you tighter than usual. after he got back to his seat, he absolutely insisted on you wearing his suit jacket, claiming that you were bound to get sick in this weather. he tied the sleeves of the jacket around your waist, effectively fixing your short dress problem. despite the rest of the boys insisting you all go out to celebrate, he shook his head, lying through his teeth, “sorry guys, we’re gonna call it a night. gotta wake up early tomorrow.”
the car ride home was no different, the air thick with tension as his fingernails dug into your inner thigh. you attempted to make small talk, joking about something the hosts said earlier in the night, only to get a half-assed nod in response. you glanced over at him, his eyes hooded, pupils darker than usual. his fingers trailed up your leg further, his lips pressed tightly before muttering, “wait until we get home.”
“seokmin, what’s wrong? you’ve been quiet all night and i do-” his lips crashed into yours, pinning you against the back of the door. he pushed the fabric of your dress up to your hips, the heat of his palms against your bare skin sending chills through your body. he trailed hot, wet kisses up your neck, rubbing the thin lace of your underwear in between his index and thumb.
“how are you gonna let taeil touch you like that?” he growled against the nape of your neck, teeth digging into a soft patch of skin.
“seok, he just p-pulled my dress down,” you whimpered, seokmin’s lips sucking purple bruises where he left kisses seconds prior. your fingers tangled through his hair, his half-hard cock pressing against your clothed core.
“god, when i saw you from the stage,” he struck the palm of his hand against your ass, fingers grabbing fistfuls of your stinging skin, “i wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there.”
you pulled him into a kiss, his bottom lip slipping between your teeth. a free hand found its way to your hair, fingers at the base of your scalp as he deepened the kiss, his tongue swirling with yours. he hoisted you up, hands gripping your thighs as your legs immediately wrapped around his waist.
“god, we shouldn’t have gone tonight. we should’ve just done this earlier,” the two of you barely made it into the bedroom, your mouth still pressed against his lips, puffy and cherry red.
“you won an award though,” you moaned against his mouth, “we couldn’t miss it.”
“princess, you have no idea how badly i wanted to fuck you all night,” seokmin purred, his fingers tracing the curves of the dress, tugging the fabric up further and further, “take it off for me.”
he sat at the edge of the bed, licking his lips as he watched you sway your hips, your fingers slowly pulling down the fabric. he undid his belt buckle, tossing it to the floor as he palmed his bulge through his pants. the dress fell to the floor as you stood in front of seokmin in your matching black bra and panty set. he eyed you up and down as you walked towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“of course taeil wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you,” his voice muffled against the curve of your breasts, leaving a trail of soft kisses on your skin, his hands gripping your lace covered ass, “look at you baby, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
your cheeks flushed as he pulled you onto his lap, your fingers first frantically unbuttoning his dress shirt, then helping him slip out of his pants, licking your lips at the sight of his cock bulging in his underwear.
“but at the end of the night, i’m the one who gets to take you home, right?” you nod as his lips latched onto the skin of your breast, fingers fumbling to undo the clasps, your bra slipping off your shoulders. his thumb trailed to your nipple, rubbing circles around your hardening bud.
his fingers curled around the thin fabric of your panties, tugging them off before rubbing his palm against your bare cheeks, murmuring against your chest, “across my knee, sweetheart.”
you scrambled to adjust yourself to get on your knees, laying yourself across seokmin’s lap, the feeling of his hard-on pressed against your stomach stirring your heat. his fingers traced up and down the curve of your butt, “fuck, you’re so damn beautiful. wanna count for me, baby?”
you nodded, only for seokmin to strike his palm against your skin, a mewl leaving your lips as you squirmed in his lap. he smirked, kissing the top of your head before murmuring in your ear, “how many was that?”
“o-one,” you stuttered, wiggling your ass in the air higher, only for him to smack it one more time, his hand soothingly rubbing the skin soon after, “t-two!”
“such a good girl for me, aren’t you princess? keep counting for me, sweetheart,” he cooed, continuing his punishment — hardly one at all, judging from the way your slick began to drip down your inner thighs and the way seokmin’s cock began to throb against your stomach. his palm was tender against your skin, caressing the red marks that were sure to linger in the morning, “your ass is so pretty, darling. and all mine, right?”
“all for you, seokmin,” you purred, absolutely delighted when seokmin’s fingers brushed against your soaked panties.
“already so wet? be a good girl and spread your legs for me, will you baby?” he kissed your shoulder before laying you against the plush sheets, sliding your panties off, seokmin licking his lips at the sight of your glistening core. you spread your legs for seokmin, watching him slip out of his dress shirt and boxers before positioning himself in between your thighs.
“look at you,” he smirked, dragging an index finger painfully slowly up and down your entrance, “all nice and wet for me, aren’t you? what can i do to satisfy you, my darling?”
“s-seok, p-please,” you bit down on your lip, watching the way seokmin hummed against your thighs, teasing you with his fingers.
he glanced up at you, his index and thumb softly pinching your clit, “use your words, y/n. tell me what you want me to do.”
“n-need your t-tongue, i-inside me.”
“that’s my sweet girl,” his lips left a trail of sloppy, wet kisses up and down your inner thighs, licking a long stripe against your slit, nose rubbing against your clit. your fingers tugged on his curls, arching your back against the sheets, driving seokmin’s tongue further deep inside you.
“p-please, s-seok,” you twisted and turned your neck, cries muffled against the cotton pillows, “don’t s-stop!”
seokmin grinned, eyes gleaming at the sight of you, absolutely fucked out, and all for him. his hands spread your hole open, tongue flicking against your clit. if you were to ask seokmin what his version of heaven was, he would confidently say eating you out, your legs thrown over his shoulders, his tongue swirling around your bud, fingers curled deep inside of you.
“nobody else can make you cum like this, right baby?” you shook your head into the mattress. seokmin pulled away from your pussy, amused at the pout on your face and the whine that left your lips, “tell me, y/n,” he crooned, thumb pressing against your clit, “you think taeil can make you cum like this?”
“n-no he can’t,” you stuttered, seokmin raising an eyebrow, “you’re the o-only one who m-makes me f-feel so good, s-seokmin. only one w-who can f-fuck me until i c-cum.”
he grinned, content with your answer, returning his mouth to its rightful position: on your clit.
you struggled to wrap your legs around his head, thighs shaking, seokmin taking one hand to steady you. the other, pushed one finger into your folds, the sound of your stickiness absolute music to his ears. he stretched you with one finger, then two, finally three of his digits plunging inside you. he pushed his thumb above your sex, driving his fingers knuckle deep as you cried out a string of obscenities and his name. his mouth worked your clit, licking and sucking until you felt your legs give out, your grip on his scalp tightening, “f-fuck, s-seok!”
his tongue swirled your skin, lapping up the sticky sweet that dripped down your thighs. he sucked his fingers clean, pushing his hair back with his other hand, scooting up to meet your lips, “you wanna taste yourself, sweetheart?”
you nodded, seokmin’s tongue sliding against yours, the salty sweet taste of your own arousal filling your mouth.
“you taste so fucking sweet, princess,” he groaned, “even if i ate you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, i still wouldn’t be satisfied.”
“s-seokmin,” your fingers wrapped around his cock, thumb spreading precum around the head of his shaft, “want you to fuck me, p-please..”
“what was that princess?” lips pressed against the base of your ear, having heard you loud and clear, “what do you want me to do?”
“s-seok,” you whimpered, hand sliding up and down his length at an uneven pace, “need you to f-fuck me, want your b-big cock inside me, p-please?”
“f-fuck, i wanna pump you full, sweetheart. will you let me? you wanna have my babies, y/n?”
you whimpered into the crook of his neck, thighs squeezing tight at the thought of seokmin filling you up until his cum leaked out of your holes. “seok, please,” you were begging at this point, “p-please f-fill me with y-your c-cum, pretty p-please?”
“your cute little pussy is gonna look so good with my cum dripping out of it,” he groaned, rubbing the tip of his cock against your folds, “i’m gonna fill you up until i can see your pretty little belly all swollen, full of my cum.”
your nails dug into his skin, dragging thin red lines down his back as he aligned his hips with yours, his name leaving your lips in a muffled cry, your teeth sinking into his shoulder. he slid into you with ease, seokmin taking a moment to look at you, his palm caressing the curve of your cheek before placing a soft kiss on your forehead, “you’re doing so well for me, my love. look at you, so beautiful, and just for me.”
“s-so g-good,” you moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head, wrapping your legs around his waist, “need you so badly, p-please?”
he kissed you again, drawing himself back before pushing his length into you, fingers digging crescent shaped bruises into your hips. he cursed under his breath, your walls squeezing around every inch of him as he pumped himself in and out of you. your fingers scrambled to grip his wrists tightly as he began to pick up speed, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the room. you arched your back against the sheets, the warmth of seokmin’s cock filling you up, making you mewl and moan his name. his thumb reached down to rub circles on your nipple, fingers curling around your breast as he groaned, “s-so fucking tight for me, princess. you’ll let me cum inside, won’t you? gonna keep all of my cum inside of that pretty little pussy of yours, isn’t that right baby? make sure none of it leaks out, fill you up until you’re pregnant, yeah?”
“s-seokmin, want you to fill me up p-please? been such a g-good girl for you, just w-want all of your c-cum,” at the pace that seokmin was slamming into you, it took every fiber of your being to even make out a coherent response, your lips only able to form garbled mumbles of his name after that.
your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him in to swirl your tongue against his, the kiss hot and sticky. he groaned against your lips, teeth tugging on your bottom lip as you ran your fingers through his hair, before whimpering, “w-want to c-cum w-with you.”
seokmin took your wrist, pressing your thumb to your swollen bud, guiding you to trace tiny little circles on your clit, “you wanna cum baby? be a good girl and touch yourself for me, yeah?”
you let out a whine, your index and thumb nipping at your clit while seokmin fucked you hard, pulling your hips up further towards him. your thighs clamped tighter around his waist, the sensation of your pussy clenching around his cock just enough to drive him to climax, his thrusts getting more sporadic but harder.
“f-fuck, princess.. i’m g-gonna c-cum,” he groaned, stuffing his cock deep inside, shooting streams of thick, pearly white into you while you felt yourself release soon after. your fingers sunk into his forearms, digging fainted streaks into his skin while you rode out your high, galaxies swirling in the back of your head, unable to keep your eyes forward.
seokmin slowly pulled out, pleased to see the way your stomach bulged out a bit along with his milky seed leaking out of you, your folds painted with his creamy cum. he dragged himself back up to meet your lips, brushing away the stray hairs that stuck to your temples, grinning at the sight of you nuzzling into his neck, “pumped you full, didn’t i, princess?”
“like you always do,” you nodded, still in a dazed state, reaching down to scoop some of his seed into your fingers before sucking them clean, “tastes good, too.”
he smirked, smoothing the skin of your waist before kissing your temple, “i’m the only one who gets to fuck you like that, isn’t that right?”
you rolled your eyes before the corners of your mouth curled into a grin, playfully slapping his chest, “i’m never wearing that damn dress again, i swear.”
seokmin’s laugh rang through the room, pulling you into his arms while your head rested on his chest, “i definitely think you should wear the dress more often. just make sure i’m the only one who gets to see you in it.”
