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You came on my lap?
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pairing: humin x fem!reader tags: suggestive content, clothed grinding, accidental orgasm, teasing, dom!humin undertones, lap sitting, kissing, tension, soft smut, aftermath, implied smut continuation word count: ~1.2k ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It wasn’t supposed to go this far.
You were just messing around, lounging sideways across Humin’s lap while he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone. His hand was resting on your thigh, barely paying you any mind—and that was the problem.
You were wearing nothing under his oversized t-shirt but panties, and he was in loose joggers. It should’ve been nothing. Should’ve stayed playful.
But he wasn’t paying attention, and you were in the mood to change that.
You shifted in his lap slowly, like it was innocent. Adjusting your position. Resettling.
Except… you did it again. This time pressing down.
Humin didn’t look up.
“You’re ignoring me,” you murmured, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you turned toward him. “Rude.”
“I’m not ignoring you,” he replied, still looking at his screen, but his voice had changed—lower, rougher. “You’re just being annoying.”
You rolled your hips deliberately once more, slow and heavy against the growing outline beneath his sweats. “Still annoying?”
His hand tightened around your thigh. The phone disappeared somewhere behind him.
He looked at you finally—eyes low-lidded, mouth slightly parted, like he was already imagining how this would end.
“You trying to get me hard or something?”
You smiled sweetly. “Are you saying I’m succeeding?”
His gaze dropped to where your hips were pressing down into his lap. The tension in his jaw said enough.
You kissed him before he could say anything else. Lazy. Testing. Like you were still pretending this wasn’t what you wanted.
But Humin didn’t play half-games.
He kissed you back hard, tongue pushing past your lips, hand sliding up your back to hold you down firmly against him. The pressure made you shiver, the way his cock pressed thick against you through both layers of fabric—hot and heavy.
You grinded on him again. And again. The slow friction of cotton against cotton sent a pulse of heat straight through your gut.
"You're so warm," you whispered, dazed, already feeling the ache build between your thighs.
He smirked. "You started this. Don’t act shy now."
You weren’t shy. You were desperate.
Every roll of your hips made it worse—more sensitive, more raw. Your panties were soaked through, dragging against the soft cotton of his joggers, and the contact was maddening.
"Keep going, baby," he muttered, hand splayed over your lower back now. "If you wanna get yourself off on my lap so bad, I won’t stop you."
You whimpered, pace stuttering for just a second. His voice in your ear made your stomach twist.
“You like that?” he murmured. “Grinding like a little slut, soaking through your panties just from a kiss?”
Your thighs clenched. Your nails dug into his shoulders.
You didn’t mean to fall apart so fast—but your body wasn’t listening. The heat coiled tighter. Every little thrust against him made your clit throb, your breath catch.
“I—Humin—”
He felt it the moment you snapped.
You gasped—high-pitched and quiet, body shivering as you came right there in his lap, your thighs trembling, cunt pulsing helplessly through the cotton of your ruined panties. You buried your face in his neck, fingers clinging to his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you together.
He was so still beneath you—until a slow, knowing chuckle rumbled through his chest.
“…You came?”
You didn’t answer.
“Baby,” he said, lips brushing the shell of your ear, “did you just cum on me without even getting undressed?”
You groaned and tried to hide again. His hand gripped your waist, holding you there.
“Oh my god, you did.” He laughed softly, dark and absolutely delighted. “That’s crazy. You were trying to tease me, but you’re the one who couldn’t take it.”
You huffed. “Shut up.”
But Humin leaned in close, teeth grazing your jaw. “Nah. I like knowing I can make you cum like that.”
You shivered again.
And just when you thought it was over—when your body was still wrung out and trembling in his lap—he shifted underneath you, cock still hard and twitching.
“Now sit still,” he whispered, voice low and dangerous. “Because I’m not letting you get up until I’ve ruined you for real.”
