synopsis: your coworker was extremely oblivious. he was literal husband material, bringing you coffee every morning, walking you to your car in the rain simply because that’s who he was as a person. you made every attempt to show how downbad you were for him, yet he thought you were his adorable coworker whom he hung out with. you needed this man to wife you up immediately and you wouldn’t stop until he finally took a hint.
tags: office!au, coworker! au, fem reader, fluff, sexual implications, alcohol consumption, seokmin is very oblivious, seokmin is a sweetie, reader is a bit of a gooner, downbad reader, smut mdni!! , protected sex (yay), face sitting, oral (f), riding, subby whiny seokmin 🤓, dom! reader, dk nose.., overstimulation, mentions of driving under the influence
first part of the svt record store series : a song based series for ot13.
notes: happy new year everyone! the first product of the series is here! seokmin we yearn for you… anyways hope u guys enjoy! playlist in rotation is perfectly curated for every fic it enhances the experience (trust bro..) thank you to @orbitondgtl for beta reading ur the best!
now in rotation: where is my husband- raye | the boy is mine remix - ariana grande, brandy, monica | man i need - olivia dean | stereo driver - q | multiply - woodz | inferno - jmsn |ride - lolo zouaï | just like that - snoh aalegra | toro - remi wolf |
dividers by @cafekitsune!
Lee Seokmin had no idea how frustrating he was to your existence.
He was the epitome of work husband. Your cubbie mate had the habit of bringing you a fresh pastry from the small shop near the office every morning accompanied with a cup of iced coffee, just how you liked it. How he learned your order was something you still questioned, but you appreciated the motion.
Seokmin was a fan favorite on the fifth floor of your marketing team. Every morning, he greeted whoever he walked past with that killer smile of his, the singles of the office eyeing him carefully. You heard the whispers from your coworkers; everyone wanted Seokmin. Your coworker Dohyun had a smug look on his face, already plotting how to catch his attention. Something about bending over the printer and acting like he needed help.
You couldn't help but snort at his stupid plan over lunch at your favorite place nearby, chatting with your other colleague and friend Meera.
"Listen, I don't know if that man is just straight or there's a little sugar in the tank but I've got to find out if I can change him."
You and Meera laugh. Dohyun was never short of confidence.
"Dohyun, you can't just derail her plans to make him her work hubby!" Meera exclaimed, your number one supporter of your delusions.
"Yeah? How's your eye contact-ulationship going so far?"
You roll your eyes hard as Meera sputters a laugh next to you.
"I'll have you know he brings me, only me, coffee every morning. Who else in the office does he do that for?" You glare, daring him to say anything back as he shrugs, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Oh okay, that's what I thought."
You could say you were delusional but why else would Seokmin go out of his way to bring you treats on the daily?
That very morning he strolled up to your desk, his signature smile radiating as he gently shook the bag filled with your breakfast.
"Good morning!" He beamed at you, placing the bag and iced macchiato down on your desk. You smiled back at him, his brown eyes glowing brightly.
"Morning Min, how's your morning going?" You spoke sweetly, your voice going up an octave intentionally.
"Well considering it's only 8am, it's been good so far! The bakery started rolling out their spring lineup today!" He pointed towards the bag as you listened intently. Anyone who walked past and looked at you could see how you hung onto every word coming from his mouth.
"I got you a strawberry cherry blossom pastry, it's to die for."
"Thank you honey, you're too sweet!" You cooed, the nickname unaffecting him and he just grinned.
"Any time! I'll bring more tomorrow but I have a meeting in 10, I'll catch you later!"
You watched him walk off towards the meeting rooms with a sigh.
Were you really gonna have to start calling him baby to get it through his head?
After bickering with Dohyun about whether to carry out his ridiculous plan or not, the three of you finished up your lunch and headed back to work.
You spent the rest of your work day responding to emails and making adjustments to the weekly spreadsheets. You catch a glimpse of Seokmin coming back to his cubicle around mid day. Keeping your eyes trained to him so he felt your gaze, he makes eye contact and offers a small smile as he sits down with a sigh.
"Day full of meetings huh?" You poke your head over the divider, looking down at Seokmin with his glasses off, pinching the bridge of his nose. He usually didn't make his stress known but you knew he was overloaded with a new product campaign at the moment. Your brain churned with an idea, fighting to keep the smirk off your face as you cooked up a plan.
"Yeah.. just trying to touch things up before the roll out date. This might be the project that gets me a promotion finally." He gazes back at you. You swore you would get lost in his eyes before you cleared your throat, ready to put your plan in motion.
"That's great Seokmin! I mean, considering how important this promotion is for you is there anything I can do to help?"
"Actually.. I might take up your offer!" His head tilts as you could physically see him thinking. "Another set of eyes could help with anything I would be missing."
You damn near jumped for joy.
"Wonderful! How can I be of assistance?" You step out your cubbie, leaning against the wall dividing the two spaces. His eyes fall upon your legs briefly before turning back to his computer, going over the specifics of his design.
You come close to him, leaning over as you rest your elbows on his desk, claiming you needed to see better. You were so close you knew he could smell your perfume and the fresh scent of your hair products.
"Hmm.. What if we sharpen this sentence up a bit, change the background color and add another divider?" You toss a glance back at him, his eyes lingering across your face momentarily before he mulls over your words.
"I trust your vision!" He smiles, hands moving quick over the keyboard to add changes.
You stand up and place a hand along the back of his chair, awfully close to him. If you did this with anyone else, they could've picked up on your body language. This was Seokmin however, the man probably needed a flashing neon light saying ’I like you please let me sit on your face!!!!’ to get the clue.
You gave him pointers as the work day came to an end, moving back to your own cubbie to shut down your computer and start packing up.
"Do you have any plans later?" You hear your name as Seokmin is standing across from you, his glasses back on again as he blinks, waiting for your response.
You feel like your moment has finally come. Your months of flirting has come to fruition and he was asking you on a date finally.
"N-No!" Your voice coming out higher pitched than you wanted. "I don't have anything going on today." He nods, running a hand through his dark hair.
"Nice! Let's go grab some dinner! As a thank you for helping with my project." He zips up his work bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he looks down at you, your jaw falling slack.
"What? Did I spill coffee on my sweater?" He looks down frantically searching the navy pullover. You regain your composure and bump your hip against his, grabbing him and directing him towards the elevators.
"No cutie, I wasn't expecting you to ask me out though." You take a bolder approach, waiting for the doors to slide open.
"Ah! Well, It's more so a thank you for being such a good friend. I'll treat you!"
You were going to bash your head into a fucking wall. The elevator doors can close around your head at this point.
Good friend? Was he friendzoning you? Right…
Dinner with Seokmin was at a Thai restaurant, one of the best in the area. You ordered drunken noodles and he ordered pad thai to split both dishes amongst yourselves. You rambled about nonsense at work, how his meetings went, and the plans you were making to hang out that weekend with friends.
Never missing an opportunity to compliment him or flirt, he would just smile and say thank you, or "You're so sweet!", softly saying your name with a smile.
You honestly were contemplating straight up telling him you wanted to fuck him. His puppy eyes made it hard to pay attention to half of what he was saying, your mind wandering off into a dangerous place often.
"Earth to Y/N? Did you hear what I said?" He snickered at you as you snapped back to reality.
"No Min, I'm sorry. Can you repeat?"
He continued to giggle, shaking his head with a quick bite of noodle. "I said," He finished chewing, a small smile forming. "What time did you want to meet us on Friday?"
"Oh! I'll probably get there around eight."
He nodded, reaching over with a napkin to wipe the side of your mouth. You felt your body freeze up, his gaze fixated on your lip and the light brush of his fingertips along your face had you feeling faint.
You needed to get a grip and stop acting like a Victorian woman.
"Okay eight sounds perfect!" He continued like he didn't just cause your brain to short circuit, pulling his arm back and continuing to slurp his noodles.
There was no way he was this oblivious. You thought he was putting up a front, but Seokmin genuinely was missing all the flags. You needed to step your game up and immediately.
The next day at work you were bent down in the copier room, the printer acting up right as you needed important documents for your meeting in an hour.
"Fuck me, why does this always happen to me." You mumble, banging on the sides frustrated. Bending over you made sure the printer actually was plugged in— Soonyoung had unplugged it one too many times lately; when you heard someone huff a laugh behind you.
"Do you need help?"
You throw a glance over your shoulder to see Seokmin with his eyebrows up in his hairline, an enormous grin on his face.
Your face suddenly felt hot as you realized you quite literally were bent over the printer, ass poking up in your pencil skirt.
Dohyun was gonna be so pissed when you told him you unintentionally stole his idea.
"I- No I'm fine, the printer is just fucking with me." You straighten up with a huff of frustration. Seokmin pokes your side, his finger leaving a searing heat as he moves to press random buttons on the printer. Moments later, the familiar sound of papers coming out filled the room, Seokmin nodding to himself proudly.
"Fixed it, just had to do some maintenance real quick."
You felt dumb now, anybody could've pressed some buttons and fixed that easily.
"Thanks Min.." You felt sheepish for once, as he clicked his teeth, reassuring you most people didnt know how to work this printer here.
"Sorry you had to see me bent over the printer like that." You joke, noticing the way his eyes widened half a fraction as he waved his hands frantically.
"No, no it's okay! I didn't even think about that-" His eyes shifted down before he cleared his throat, mumbling something about needing to check his spreadsheet before he bid you farewell.
You were going to take that as a victory, the slight acknowledgment to your compromising position and how flustered he got.
Seokmin - 0. You - 1 .
Thursday morning you left a string of post it notes on his desk, getting in a bit earlier than Seokmin that morning.
'Are you http? Cus without you I am ://'
'I know you're busy, but please add me to your list of things to do.'
You were being a complete corn ball, facepalming as that was the best your brain could come up with running on four hours of sleep at 7:50am. You knew it would make him at least laugh, Seokmin loved corny shit.
When the object of your affections walked in throwing 'good mornings' left and right, you fought the smile off your lips.
"Good morning!" He said your name sweetly, the usual coffee and treat in his hand as you took them with a wide grin.
His attention was suddenly on his desk as he sat his own drink down, a confused look on his face.
"I know you're busy.." You heard him mumble out loud, eyes scanning the post its. A faint blush spread across his face as he laughed, amused at the cheesy pick up lines. That man had proofread your handwritten documents multiple times, you knew he would recognize your handwriting in a heartbeat.
"Did you see who left these? God this is hilarious!"
You felt your eye twitch, opting to take a slow sip of your coffee and shrug at Seokmin instead of crashing out.
"You don't recognize the handwritting?" You full send, you didn't want to remain hidden any longer.
"Hmm not really? Maybe it came from Minji on the sixth floor?"
Lee Seokmin was gonna cause you to rip your hair out and he had zero idea.
Friday rolled around quicker than you expected, the hectic work week coming to an end as the office slowly started getting emptier before 5pm hit.
You finished typing up your last email of the week when a presence appeared behind you. Seokmin was standing behind your chair— startling you badly, your knee slammed up against your desk with a wince.
"Sorry! Didn't mean to startle you. Just wanted to say I can't wait to see you later! We need some time to unwind!" You swirl your chair around and nearly choke at the sight of him. His white button up was rolled a quarter of a way up, veiny forearms on full display. His black frames sat heavy on his face, his hair ruffled and fluffy like the wind had it's time with him earlier.
You gulp, nodding frantically as your mind traveled to other places it had no business going right now.
"Right! Me too, I need to get dressed up and have a drink." You turn back to your computer, working on the last bit of your message. If you didn't get out of his face you were going to fucking bite his arm.
"You have emails to finish still?" The massive arms in question were suddenly resting against your chair, the other on your desk as he scanned your screen from behind you. You could hear his soft breaths near your ear and you wanted nothing more than to die. He had to be genuinely taunting you at this point.
"Uh- I- Uh just this one. Almost finished now!" You choke out, his presence backing up finally allowing you to let out a breath. He hums in acknowledgment as he goes to the opposite wall, shutting down his own computer and packing up.
"Hopefully it won't take too long. I'll see you in a little bit yeah?" He beams, waving before taking off towards the elevator. Joshua, the lead of the digital marketing team, throws an arm around Seokmin sharing his excitement for later as they disappear into the elevator.
You hit send on the email, closing your eyes briefly as the image of Seokmin fills your vision. He was driving you up a wall and you didn't know how much longer you could hold out before doing something heinous.
You get home and eat a quick bite, texting Meera you'll be ready in an hour. You fix your makeup and hair, not wanting to do too much but still look good. You opt for jeans that hug your body just right, a plain black top that showed just the right amount of cleavage and a pair of kitten heels. You're finishing your lip combo when you hear a horn honk outside, signaling Meera was waiting. You grab your purse and keys, locking up and meeting your friend at her car.
"Bitch you look hot! Your work husband is gonna be foaming at the mouth when he sees you!"
You giggle as you slide in her passenger, heading towards the bar your group planned to meet up at.
"Girl whatever, he hasn't reciprocated any of my advances, its getting frustrating. He's genuinely missing every one of my cues!" You throw your head back against the headrest, exasperated.
"At this point… you just gotta tell him how you feel." She glances at you as you side eye her like she was crazy.
"I'm pretty sure somebody confesses their feelings to him every other day and he thinks they're joking, being friendly, or he'll kindly reject them. I won't be different than any of the other people fawning over him." You huff, Seokmin being too attractive and too nice for his own good.
"Okay but he actually talks to you. Those other girls— actually not just girls but you know. They don't get a free coffee from him everyday. Nor does he share his umbrella with them to walk to their car. He doesn't take anyone else out for dinner in the office that isn't his friend group."
"What if I'm just one of the homies to him?" You pout, playing with the rip on your jeans as Meera sighs next to you.
"You'll never find out if you don't shoot your shot. No more subliminal messages and little notes. Talk your shit and tell him you want him. If he doesn't feel that way then you know you're just a homie. Otherwise get in that man's pants cus if it was me-"
"Please focus on the road." You laugh, cutting her off before she got too unhinged. You mull over her words though, deciding you need a little liquid courage to execute your plan.
You pull up to the bar and mentally prepare for the amount of alcohol you know Mingyu will try to force down your body. You and Meera walk in, scanning the bar for your coworkers before you hear loud laughter. You find Chan, Mingyu, Soonyoung, Joshua and Seokmin seated at a big table, orders of fries and wings along the table with bottles of soju and beer.
"Ah Meer Meer! Y/N!" Soonyoung waves, cheeks already flushed from the alcohol as you greet everyone.
"You look hot as fuck!" Chan winks at you and you roll your eyes at him. You feel a gaze burn into you, turning to see Seokmin eyeing you intensely, a faint smile on his lips. A chill runs through you as you smile at him, sitting across from him, Mingyu to your left and Meera on your right.
"Glad you made it out," he smiles softly at you, his gaze holding a weight behind it you hadn't noticed before.
"Perfect timing too! You two take a shot!" Mingyu pushes two glasses towards you and Meera, the two of you sharing a look before clinking glasses and throwing the shot back.
"Got peach just for you, I know you're a bit of a pussy-" you flip Chan off across the table as he busts out in laughter, warmth spreading in your chest from the single shot.
"Whatever, at least I'm drinking."
"I won't be having much else, I gotta drive." Meera states, followed by boo's from Joshua and Soonyoung.
The night ends up being chaotic, Soonyoung making you get up and dance with him, everyone drunk off their ass laughing and being loud. Meera calls it an early night, saying goodbye to you.
"You sure you don't want to just leave now with me?" She asks as you both wash your hands in the bathroom.
"I wanna stay a little longer honestly.." Your eyes meet in the mirror as her eyebrow shoots up, smug look spreading.
"Hoping to score a certain somebody later?" You giggle as your tipsy thoughts take over.
"Yeahhhhh."
She laughs at your tone. "If anything I'll get an uber later. Or force Mingyu to take me home."
"Girl he is not okay to drive, that whole group will be blacked out in an uber later." You laugh, wondering why Mingyu even brought his car knowing how he drinks.
"Get home safe please! Text me when you're back home!" You wave Meera off, the boys giving loud protests as she leaves.
You drink a little more with them, toeing the line between tipsy and drunk, resting your head on Mingyu's shoulder as you listen to Chan's drunken rant over the IT team at work.
"Bro, Wonwoo won't ever help me. He swears he's my friend but every time I have a problem with my computer he stares at me like I just killed his six kids." You laugh at Chan, his ridiculousness amplified now that he was drunk.
You glance at Seokmin, a lazy smile on his face as his eyes land on yours, holding your gaze for a long moment. He breaks away first, turning down towards his water. He stopped drinking a few hours ago, opting to stick with water as he was sobered up already.
"Minnie?" You call for him, his eyes wide as he looks at you.
"Yes?"
"Could you drop me off when you're ready to go please? I'll give you gas money." You offer with a pout, pleading with the beautiful man in front of you. He waves his hand, dismissing the gas money but promising to take you home.
The bar was starting to quiet down, your group getting ready to head out as Seokmin helped you get up, the others already waiting on their ubers and taxis. You bid your goodnight to your friends and colleagues — Mingyu promising you next time you'll have no flavored soju, wanting you to suffer.
Seokmin helps you out to his car, your knees wobbling a bit in your heels as you lean into his warm embrace. His cologne was faint, wafting down to your nose and making you feel dizzy. You wanted him so bad and knew the liquid coursing through you would affect your reactions.
He sits you in the passenger seat, closing the door and running around to start up the car. You glance at him, eyes heavy from the alcohol and fatigue of the day.
"You okay?" You hear your name and nod, your gaze unwaving from his. He feels shy under your glare, turning away to start the car and head down the road towards your house. The lull of the car rocks you to sleep, your eyes not opening again until Seokmin is shaking you awake gently in front of your complex. You hum, stretching and grabbing your bag when he turns the car off.
"Let me make sure you get in okay." He comes around and opens your door, helping you out. You weren't as drunk as he probably thought you were but you enjoyed being taken care of by him. You reached your apartment, digging through your purse for your keys as Seokmin has a hand around your waist to steady you; your heels in his other hand. You had made it to the hallway outside your apartment before having to yank them off your aching feet.
The thoughts in the back of your head run rampant, wondering if this would be how Seokmin took care of you as your boyfriend. You unlock your door and stumble in, Seokmin following closely behind.
"It's nice in here, very comfy, very.. you."
You lean against your door as you stare at him, Seokmin struggling to keep eye contact under your intense gaze.
"Thanks Minnie," You throw your purse on the floor, wandering to the couch and flopping down. He follows you asking if you'd like to just sleep on your couch tonight. You shrug and tell him you want to get out of your jeans. His eyes get wide as saucers, stammering as he questions where to get a change of pants.
"The bottom left drawer of my dresser.. a pair of shorts please." You mumble, feeling sleepy as he disappears for a second, coming back with your sleep shorts.
"Uh.. Um…So you can get out of them on your own right?" You crack an eye open and nod. Having no shame, you unbutton your jeans, beginning to tug them down.
His eyes nearly fall out his head as he whips his head around to give you privacy. In the darkness you couldn't see how deep red his cheeks were.
"Okay.. I'm good."
He takes a second to turn around, cheeks still burning as he takes in the sight of you spread out, legs on full display. His stomach flips in a way he knows he shouldn't think about his friend in.
He places a blanket over you, headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water for the morning.
"Seokmin."
He looks down at you as your eyes glow back at him, stare intense.
"Yes?" His voice wobbles a bit, uncertain where you may go in your intoxicated state.
"Why do you ignore my advances?" You pout at him, catching him off guard suddenly.
"Wha-What are you talking about?"
"I like you. A lot. And I have been very forward about it," He blinks looking like a deer in headlights as you continue on, tired of holding your thoughts back.
"The person who left the notes? That was me. I like you a lot like… I want you so bad fuck.. you and that damn nose of yours," He tilts his head at this, unsure of what you mean by his nose.
"My- My nose?"
"Shhh.. If you know you know. Anyways is it because you don't like me? You can tell me. It'll be easier for me to get over you then." He swallows hard at your revelation, heart racing as he had no idea you were into him.
"I think this is a conversation we should revisit when you're not intoxicated." He smiles softly at you as you whine, reaching for him. He keeps his distance, only allowing you to hold his hand.
"Fine, but don't go ghost on me."
"I promise not to." He kisses your forehead before he leaves you for the night, a deluded mess on your couch.
You knew your head would be pounding in the morning and you'd regret the words that flowed out your mouth.
The weekend went by without a word from Seokmin regarding your drunken confession. A confession you unfortunately remembered the next morning, turning to scream into your pillow when the memory resurfaced. He had texted you the next day asking if your head was okay and that he'll see you Monday. Not a word about you mentioning his nose. Perfect.
Walking into the office on Monday felt like impending doom, checking every corner for a sign of Seokmin. For the first time ever you wished your desk was nowhere near him. You were trying to make yourself busy by looking over your weekend emails when Seokmin appears in front of you, shy smile upon his face. In his hands your typical macchiato and an apple fritter.
"Thank you Min." You mumble, barely able to look at him as he nodded back, quietly shuffling to his desk.
The work day seemed to go by insufferably slow, the usual chattiness between the two of you was nonexistent today. The only sounds heard were the quiet clacks of keyboards, your insides feeling queasy all day.
5pm couldn't come sooner. You practically throw your items into your bag ready to leave like a bat out of hell when Seokmin peeks his head over the cubicle, making you jump.
"Hey.. Dinner at my place tonight?" His eyes plead, big and glossy like it would kill him if you said no.
"Yeah sure um, what time?" You swallow back the anxious thoughts while Seokmin scratches his head in thought.
"Mmm.. how about 7?" You agree and head out quickly, stilettos clicking against the tile feeling his gaze lingering on your back.
You rush home, throwing clothes out your closet as you plan what to wear frantically.
"Just be casual, he's probably going to bring up the conversation when you were drunk. I mean who knows where that'll go-" Meera spoke through the speaker of your phone as you made a rampage in your room.
"Should I shave every inch of my body? I shaved like 5 days ago..."
"A real man is gonna eat it regardless." You snort at her comment, she was like the little devil on your shoulder at times.
"Okay thanks babe. I'll talk to you later!" She bids you good luck as you rush to freshen up and head out to not be late for your 7pm dinner.
You pull up to Seokmin's complex, having to be buzzed in as you head up to the third floor. Your anxiety spiked as you shoot him a text that you're outside. You knock on his door and you're greeted with the sight of Seokmin, in a plain white tee and his black slacks from work, a kitchen towel slung over his shoulder.
"Welcome, come in!" His tone is as gentle as the smile on his face, stepping back to allow you into his home. His place was modern and sleek which you admired as you kicked your shoes off. You follow him into the kitchen, the aroma of his dish filling your nose just in time for your stomach to growl.
"Hungry?" He teases, your face getting hot as he pulls out two bowls. He made a delicious looking carbonara pasta with slices of pork belly that made your mouth water.
"Jeez Seokmin, this looks insane." You thank him as he hands you a bowl, two glasses of red wine already on the kitchen island where his barstools were situated. You sat down on one, Seokmin dragging another to be directly across from you as you ate.
You had small talk as the two of you ate, a tension in the air as you danced around the question you were sure was coming.
"Can I ask you something?" Seokmin swirled his glass, an anxious air around him.
"What's up?" You took a slow sip of your wine, stomach turning in anticipation. He took a second to formulate his thoughts, his expression conflicted as his mouth opened to speak before closing it briefly.
"Do you remember anything from Friday night? After we left the bar?"
You fought the smile off your face.
Of course you remember everything, you just hoped he wouldn't beat around the bush.
You hum an acknowledgement, nodding your head. A soft 'ah,' as he watched you carefully.
"So.. Does that mean you remember what you said to me on the couch?"
"What, that I liked you? Yeah, took a little alcohol to admit it but I meant every word."
His eyes shifted a million miles a second.
"You said let's revisit when I wasn't intoxicated so.. here we are." You shrug and take another sip waiting for his response.
"I- Okay," He swallows, adam's apple bobbing. "You said I didn't pick up on your advances. What did you mean by that?" Poor sweet, clueless Seokmin.
"The amount of flirting I did? The sweet nicknames, casual touches. The home cooked meals, the post its." Recognition flashes as he recalls you sharing that in your inebriated state. "I was sure you would pick up on something but my god you wouldn't know I wanted you unless I spelled it out for you. Which took this long to get here."
He took a deep breath, brows going up in shock. He thought he was mentally prepared for this conversation, coaching himself all weekend with the help of Mingyu, yet he felt stuck. The words he planned falling short on his tongue.
"I… I thought you were just being nice," he whispers your name, eyes casted downward. "I can't tell when people actually like me it's hard to pick up on. I just am shocked you have feelings for me too.."
You damn near dropped his fancy wine glass on the floor.
Were you getting hard of hearing or did Seokmin say he had feelings for you?
"Wait what? What do you mean 'feelings for me too.' You liked me all this time Seokmin?" Your eyes were wide as he stared back, eyes just as wide like a deer in headlights.
"Um.. Yes?" He scratched his head, a crooked smile on his face. "I didn't think I had a chance-" Your jaw goes slack. You have to set this glass down before you really shatter it.
"Jesus Minnie, I've been trying to give you hints for the past year!" You laugh, wondering how he missed your signs if he had feelings of his own.
"Oh no.. I feel so stupid now!" He groans, hiding his face in his hands. You reach over and touch his arm gently, his eyes peeking through his fingers.
"No love, you're just a little oblivious. It's kinda cute." You coo, tilting your head at Seokmin still taking refuge behind his hands. You pull them away from his face and slide your fingers between his, your thumb starting to rub slow circles into his skin.
"So what does this mean for us..?" He trails off, uncertainty laced in his tone. You remember him mentioning only being in one long term relationship prior, and no more than two or three hookups. He was anxious as to where things could go between you.
"Well you've been my work husband in my head for the past year so maybe let's make that a reality?" You joke, a cheerful laugh coming from Seokmin as he grins at you. He loved your boldness.
"Okay let's start slow.." You nod in agreement, not wanting to scare him off with your long running delusions.
"We're about to be the hottest couple in the workplace- oh my god I can't wait to see the look on Minji's face when she finds out!" You chew on your lip unable to contain your excitement. The most coveted man in your building had the hots for you, and only you.
"Also another thing you said… what were you saying about my nose?" The comment was engraved in his mind, not understanding what you meant at all.
A wicked smile spreads on your face as he becomes more confused.
"Oh babe, your nose is very rideable. Like.. I want to sit on it." You had zero shame in your game.
His face was comedic, mouth gaping wide like a fish as a blush rose across his cheeks.
"Wow that's… I have no words." He chuckles, shaking his head.
"I mean, if that's what you want.. let's try it." His gaze levels yours, a hint of timidity behind it— but a newfound fire burned in his brown eyes. A heat pooled in your lower body, the sudden shift in the room electrifying.
"Don't say it if you don't mean it.." You mumble, a last ditch effort to keep from losing all your sanity.
"Let's see if the hype is worth it hmm?" He smiles, running a finger along his nose playfully wiggling his brows as you laugh. "Can I kiss you?" He asks shyly.
"You don't even have to ask." You get up and round the counter, pulling him to his feet as you bring his lips down to your own.
He walks you to the counter directly behind you, your lips moving in tandem softly. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing harder to deepen the kiss. His built form presses against yours, hands strong on your hips. The intensity of your kiss made you groan against his lips.
"Minnie, I need you," You pull away and take in his form— lips pink and puffy, eyes glossy as he nods frantically.
"Tell me what you need," He leans down, pressing a fluttering kiss to your neck, leaving a trail downward. You sigh as your eyes flutter shut, your hand trailing down his chest towards the area you wanted attention from. Your hand brushes against his hardening length, a quiet whine pulled from him from the contact.
"Bed, now." You demand, pulling his hand in the direction of his room you vaguely remembered from a previous hangout.
You push him down onto the bouncy mattress, making a show of sliding your shirt over your head. Seokmin felt like he was dreaming. He had to be dreaming, you were unreal. You climbed on top of him, situating yourself in his lap before leaning down to kiss him roughly again. His pants felt awfully tight, the warmth of your clothed cunt against his cock was driving him insane.
"Baby," he whined under you. "Can you take these off please?" He tugged on your stretch pants, getting eager as he rubbed against you, his jaw slack. You grind down on him a few more times before sliding off, taking your sweet time to slide your pants and underwear down. You bend over, your glossy pussy directly in his line of vision as he moans at the sight. You were grinning like a mad woman knowing the effect you had on him already. He slides further back up the bed towards the headboard, motioning for you to join him.
You crawl on top of him, making your way towards his face. His hands find the backs of your thighs and yanks you over his mouth with a yelp. You're hovering over him, not setting your weight on his face as you feel his breaths hot against your center.
"Minnie, don't let me crush you okay?" You glance down at him, his eyes wide and glowing when peeking up at you.
"Don't worry, if I go I would have died a noble death."
You laugh at his comment, caught off guard by him pulling your cunt down to his mouth prodding the hole with his tongue. He licks a long strip along your core, the bridge of his nose bumping against your clit making you throw your head back in overwhelming pleasure.
He was humming below you, clearly enjoying himself, as he fucked his tongue in and out of your hole, his nose hitting against your clit in a way that had your legs trembling around his head.
"Minnie you're doing so good," You purr, one hand gripping his dark hair tightly while the other holds the headboard for support.
He speaks below you, muffled in your cunt. You lift up a bit asking him to repeat as he gulps, taking in shaky breaths.
"I said, you can use me. Go ahead and ride my face."
You wondered how many kittens you saved in your past life. The one thing you desired most, always joking with Meera about was actually about to happen.
"If you need to tap out, pat my leg four times okay?" You couldn't see his mouth but you knew he was smiling the way his eyes crinkled, giving a quick nod and a quiet okay.
You felt his thick arms wrap around your legs, dragging you back onto his tongue. Lapping at your clit leaving you shaking before he alternated between your hole and clit. Your hips moving as you grinded harder into him, quiet moans from Seokmin below you.
You started to pick up your rhythm, moaning loudly as he pushed you closer to your climax, sucking on your clit hard.
If he couldn't breathe he didn't make any effort to show, hums and moans vibrating into your pussy as you rode his face, nose bumping against you addictively.
"Minnie I'm-" You choke, a particular swirl of his tongue pushing you over the edge as you cum on his face hard. Your body shakes while you grind into his mouth, riding out the waves of your release.
He continues to lap up your cunt, the aftershocks of your orgasm leaving you trembling as you try to pull away. His strong arms stayed around you as he continued to fuck your hole with his tongue. You were moaning and shaking hard from overstimulation before a yank on his hair had him unclasping his arms from you.
"Holy shit Seokmin that was crazy." You whine, sliding off his face down his body to rest around his hips. Your dripping pussy was leaking onto his slacks, his cock throbbing from how hard he was.
He wipes his shiny mouth and nose with a grin, like he just had the meal of his life. The carbonara earlier had no comparison to you.
"That was so fun, please ride my face again." He pouted causing you to laugh. Poor Seokmin was pussy drunk, a single taste leaving him with a desire for more.
"Next time baby. Right now I need you in me." Your hands slide down his toned chest, reaching behind you to palm him through his pants with a long groan from him. You unbutton his pants and slowly drag them off Seokmin, his cock finally free and dripping from neglect.
"Condom?" You ask as he reaches over to his nightstand, blindly digging until he found a foil wrapper. You take it out his hands, ripping it open frantically. He watched with hooded eyes, chest heaving as you placed a kiss on the head of his cock. He jerked, a low whine escaping from the contact.
"Aww so needy baby. I got you my love." You coo, running a finger along his head to collect the beads of precum there. You jerk him a few times, the quick strokes making Seokmin moan loudly, bucking his hips into your hand.
You clench around nothing, eager for him as you roll the condom onto his cock.
"You were so good for me Minnie, I'm gonna reward you now."
"Please, please I need it so bad!" He whines, eyes bright as he begs. You slide back up, lining yourself up with his cock as you slowly sink down. His head falls back to the pillow in pleasure while you take him with ease. You moan once you bottom out, his aching cock twitching inside.
"You feel so.. so good.. oh!" He chokes as you swirl your hips, getting him riled up before you begin bouncing on his dick. He's a babbling mess under you while you ride him, bouncing roughly while his hands fist the sheets next to him.
His eyes were screwed shut, the pleasure wracking him in waves as you gripped him tightly, the sound of your pussy taking him filling the room.
You grab his hands, sliding them up to your breasts as Seokmin's brain felt like it was fried. He was so overwhelmed with the feel of your cunt sucking him in he couldn't even think straight. He needed a little directing as he was in a completely fucked out state. He gave a rough squeeze, pinching your sensitive nipples as you clench on him, head thrown back while you glide up and down his length.
"Please keep touching me Seokmin." You moan, feeling his hands slide to your ass and squeezing the flesh there. His mouth closes around your breast, sucking on the bud there.
You were putting in the work, your knees aching and thighs burning but you had a mission; a mission to absolutely ruin Seokmin.
His hips started meeting yours with every thrust, a whiney moan leaving him each time. His eyes kept fluttering shut as he fought from cumming too quick.
"Look at me baby." You slide your hands up his chest as he pries his eyes open, mouth hanging open at the sight of you.
"I'm- I-I'm so close," he whines your name, hands bruising around your waist as he helps guide you down his cock. You purposely squeeze around him knowing he was about to come, your hand drifting down to your clit to reach your peak as well.
His cock twitches inside of you as you swirl your fingers on your sensitive clit, your breasts bouncing in his face. He groans, chanting your name over and over until his eyes rolled back, his orgasm hitting him hard. He moans, hips jerking up as you milk him, your pace quickening as your own orgasm approaches.
"Minnie, I'm gonna cum now." You glance down at his dazed face, his hands on your ass as he pushes through his own overstimulation, fucking up into you to get your release.
You throw your head back as your orgasm hits making you see stars, pussy spasming while Seokmin shakes below you. You collapse into his chest, both of your breaths heavy and staggered as he drew circles along your back.
"You okay Minnie?" You ask, his flesh burning hot as he meets your gaze. His eyes were teary but the grin on his lips was too big.
"You're absolutely insane. I think I stopped breathing and it's your fault."
You giggle at him, slowly sliding off his softening dick. He peels the condom off and gets up to throw it away. You admire his back view before he disappears into his bathroom, returning to clean you up.
He takes his time, planting feathery kisses along your body as you sigh, a calm smile on your lips as he reaches your lips and planting a soft kiss there.
He puts his boxers back on and you slip his shirt on after running to go pee. His strong arms were around you now as he spooned you comfortably.
"I really don't wanna go to work now. Can we just say we're sick and stay here all day?" You groan, Seokmin chuckling as he buried his face in the crook of your neck behind you.
"Mmm I wish... it would be suspicious if we're both sick no?"
"I couldn't give a fuck, let the whole floor know!" You huff, Seokmin tickled by your antics.
"I'm sure it won't take anyone long to notice we're together now." You hum in acknowledgment, knowing how watchful everyone on your floor was of Seokmin.
"Good, those bitches are like vultures. Make out with me in the printer room maybe that'll get them to back off." He laughs, never having a dull moment with you.
"We're so getting fired if I followed through with your ideas."
"Whatever man, just know Dohyun was gonna bend over the printer to get your attention." He laughs comedically behind you, whole body shaking against your back at the revelation.
"No way! Is that why I caught you bent over it like that?"
"Um no… that actually was me just being stupid..."
"Dohyun would be so mad if he knew you spoiled his plans."
"Oh hush!"
The next day at work you had a pep in your step, ready to bare your teeth like a dog at anyone who approached Seokmin. You were a little territorial…
"Good morning baby."
You glance up from your spreedsheets from hell to see Seokmin beaming at you, the usual drink and breakfast in his hand.
"Good morning my love, please kill me before I blow up this computer." You groan, resting your head against your desk as he leans down, patting your shoulder.
"It's okay! I can help you with it in a moment." He puts your breakfast down and moves to set his own stuff down as you lift your head up, a big smile on your face.
"Really? If you fix this I will literally drag you to the bathroom and give you crazy sloppy head right now."
Your timing was awful as Mingyu walked past, his eyebrows shooting up as he looked between you two. Seokmin avoiding eye contact and turning beat red as you smirked, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Please no workplace sex. I don't want to report you two." He teases, shaking his head as he continues on.
You really had to work on your mouth now, Seokmin brought out the best (and horniest) side out of you and it was a matter of time before everyone would know.
Months of calling him your work husband lead to this moment, you could barely hold back from the watchful eyes on the fifth floor.
You hope Minji walks in on the two of you kissing one day.
- breeding: the thought of knocking you up? makes him go crazy. paint the picture for him while at it and he'll go so deeper;
- brat taming: i am so sorry if you ever make him mad/jealous. you're on for a good ride though, if you know what i mean;
- spanking: watch back it up and jungle fancams and tell me this man doesn't enjoy giving a few slaps, i dare you.
yoon jeonghan
- 69: you read it right. it makes him cum faster, and it's messy just as he likes it;
- begging: who are we kidding, he loves it when you beg for him, it makes him even harder;
- pillow prince: not exactly a kink, but come on. the thought of not doing anything as you make yourself AND him feel good? amazing, count him in.
joshua hong
- hair pulling (receiving): look me in the eyes and say he doesn't moan when you pull the hair on the back of his neck?
- sensory deprivation: it's a form of art, to take someone else's vision and make them cum so intensely. likes giving and receiving;
- face sitting: can you imagine joshua cutely saying "can you sit on my face?" with big doe eyes? because i can. he loves it.
kwon soonyoung
- food play: you. him. whipped cream. maybe honey. no clothes. you get it, right?
- marathon sex: let's say it's been weeks and he just got a few days off. you're not leaving your place, i'm sorry. everywhere, again and again;
- overestimulation: either giving or receiving, it doesn't matter. he enjoys the sensation as if he's about to burst, the tiredness, how satisfying it gets;
wen junhui
- morning sex: wake him up with this kind of activity and he knows he's bound to have a good day;
- bondage: likes the thought of being overpowered or overpowering you. cums so loudly, it's crazy;
- corruption kink: he adores when you act so innocent, as if you didn't know any better. fastest way to make him hard;
jeon wonwoo
- marking (receiving): don't tell anyone but he feels so good about himself when his back is all scratched or his collarbones are filled with hickeys;
- lingerie kink: he likes to think he has a good self control but that is thrown out the window the moment he sees you in a lingerie set;
- praise (giving): loves the way you react when he praises you with that deep voice, thinks it makes you two come even closer.
lee jihoon
- guided masturbation: oh yeah, he gets turned on everytime he gets to tells you how exactly you should touch yourself;
- voyeurism: but mostly when it comes to you. gets off from just watching you pleasing yourself;
- orgasm denial (receiving): something he's only comfortable with after some time. make him work for that climax and he'll cum so hard he'll thank you afterwards.
lee seokmin
- raw: i don't really think i have to say anything, do i?
- role-playing: he thinks it can be very cute, and it turns him on so much. perfect match;
- shower sex: something about showering together is already so intimate, dokyeom can't help but get turned on by it. it doesn't happen every time, but he loves it.
kim mingyu
- messy sex: the real the better. he likes hearing all the sounds, feeling all of it, getting sweaty and tired and having fluids all over you two;
- doggy style: not exactly a kink, but he's such a sucker for how good it feels and how he can control all of it (throw it back though and he will see stars);
- mirror sex: he adores the idea of seeing it from every angle. this kink also boosts his ego too, so yeah.
xu minghao
- edging (giving): will play with you for so long, will smile as you squirm. when he finally lets you have it though it feels like magic;
- free use: has to be verbally agreed by both of you first, but he really enjoys it - having someone to do whatever he wants to with, and vice versa;
- fingering (giving and receiving): oh the things he can do... and how he reacts when you do it to him...
boo seungkwan
- mutual masturbation: the way you play with him makes him go harder at you so it all feels even better when you two cum on each other's hands;
- choking (receiving): squeeze his throat while riding or giving him a handjob and watch him pant as he never done before;
- praise (receiving): be for real right now, he's so eager to please and to hear how good he's doing. call him a good boy and he turns into mush.
chwe hansol
- biting: both giving and receiving. something about the way you bite his shoulder just makes him cum faster;
- dry humping: sometimes just the feeling of how you move your ass against him can get him off. it's a lost art in his opinion, truly;
- handjob: the way he can get whiny and ask you to "please, help him" as he grows harder, wow.
lee chan
- dirty talk: he's a simple boy. tell him all the things you're gonna let him do to you and, gosh, he's popping a boner right away;
- tit play (giving and receiving): too much of a titties boy, loooves playing with yours and moans super loud whenever you repay the favor;
- threesomes: he's young, he likes to try new things. will be down for it as long as he feels attracted to them.
a/n: better late than never, i guess. merry christmas, everyone! ❤️🍒🎄
synopsis: being married to seokmin feels like proof that love only grows heavier with time. even after several years, he still looks at you like he's stunned you exist. still stumbles over his words when you hold his gaze for too long. still needs you in that ways words will never be enough for.
wc: 5.4k
warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content | oral (f. receiving), fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, dom!reader, sub!seokmin, soft power play, praise kink, begging, teasing & denial, possessive language, light hair-pulling, multiple orgasms | established relationship, marriage, swearing, fluff, aftercare.
authors note: okay so i’m not actually sure how much i like this but i think this is the best it’s gonna get for now lolol. i’m sure you’ve all seen the things that this man has been doing to me lately, and i honestly owe it to ki for suggesting to write him as a sub bc it fits him SO well. as always, i hope you that enjoy, and please feel free to let me know what you think! ♡
the rain has been steady since dinner, a soft percussion against the windows, wrapping the apartment in that muted, honey-colored quiet that only belongs to night. the bedroom is warm, lit by the low glow of the bedside lamp.
your husband, seokmin, is stretched across the bed, back against the headboard, one knee bent as he scrolls idly through his phone.
his hair is still damp from his shower earlier in the evening, curling faintly at the ends. the sleeves of his t-shirt are shoved up, putting his large muscles on display, as his sweats sit low on his hips.
“baby,” he calls without looking up. “you have to see this thing i found—”
the bathroom door opens before he can finish, steam spilling around you as you step into the room. your white designer robe hangs loose, tied in a lazy knot, the collar gaping just enough to reveal skin still flushed from the shower.
he glances up mid-sentence and goes completely still.
his thumb freezes on the screen. his eyes drag over you like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real.
“what?” you ask, smiling because you know this look too well.
the phone slips from his hand into the blankets. he shakes his head, almost dazed. “how are you my wife?”
you laugh as you cross to the bed. “we signed papers, remember? you were there.”
“no, like—” his hand makes a helpless little gesture, his words stuck in his throat. “how do you just walk out looking like that? we’ve been married for years and you still—” he cuts himself off with a grin. “it’s not fair.”
you climb onto the mattress, settling beside him. “you’re ridiculous.”
“and you’re ridiculously beautiful,” he counters as his eyes sweep you again, much slower this time. "it’s actually sort of offensive at this point.”
you shake your head, amused. “all i did was take a shower, minnie.”
“exactly!” he says, leaning towards you. “you shower and somehow come out looking like…like you belong on a magazine cover. meanwhile, i look like—”
“—my husband?” you cut in with a smirk.
he grins, leaning closer until his nose nearly brushes yours. “your very lucky husband.”
you laugh under your breath, reaching up to adjust his messy hair. “you’re so dramatic.”
“obsessed,” he corrects softly, eyes holding yours. “completely, and hopelessly obsessed.”
“mm,” your smile turns teasing. “i’m aware.”
“good,” he murmurs, keeping his voice warm. “just making sure.”
you roll your eyes, though the corner of your mouth still curves in spite of yourself. “you act like you’ve never seen me in a robe before.”
“not this robe,” he says instantly, sitting back just enough to take in the whole picture. “or maybe i have, and just blacked out.”
“you’re the one who bought it,” you remind him, amused by his flustered reaction.
“which only proves my taste is flawless.” he responds, clearly very proud of himself.
you shake your head, shifting to sit cross-legged in front of him. “you were about to show me something on your phone literally two minutes ago.”
he waves it away, eyes fixed on you instead of the phone lying useless beside him. “whatever it was, it’s irrelevant now.”
you smirk. “me, fresh out of the shower, is more interesting?”
his gaze sweeps over you once, slow and unashamed. “you—always. but fresh out of the shower like this?” he makes a small, helpless gesture toward you. “it’s criminal, baby.”
you let him look, your smile curving deeper at the way his eyes cling to you like he’s seeing you for the first time all over again.
you lean in, brushing a light kiss against his mouth. “you’re in a mood tonight.”
“more like a spell,” he murmurs, catching your wrist before you can pull back.
“a spell?” you echo, brows lifting.
“yeah.” his voice dips, playful threaded with sincerity. “the kind where my wife looks so good that i forget how to breathe.”
you laugh under your breath, and he takes advantage of the moment, guiding you into his lap with ease.
his fingers go straight to the knot at your waist, instinct pulling at the belt.
“woah—” you catch his hand. “not so fast.”
he blinks, surprise flickering before that familiar, adoring grin spreads across his face. “why not?”
“because,” you say, letting your thumb trace over his knuckles. “you don’t just get to unwrap me because you feel like it.”
“i always feel like it,” his instant reply has you shaking your head with a small smile.
“exactly,” you murmur, leaning in just enough for your nose to brush his. “and if i let you have your way every time, you’d forget how to work for it.”
his gaze darkens, voice low and edged with promise. “i’d never forget.”
“prove it,” you whisper, releasing his hand but keeping the knot secure.
he eases back for a moment, studying you with that same unwavering intensity he always reserves for moments like this. no frustration, just focus, almost like he’s committing you to his memory even though you’re the only thing that ever crosses his mind to begin with.
“you know i’ll do anything you ask,” he says finally, reverence woven into every syllable.
“i know.” your palm cups his jaw for a fleeting moment before falling away. “that’s what makes it fun.”
his grip on your waist tightens, but he doesn’t touch the knot again. instead, his mouth finds the hollow beneath your ear, leaving slow, deliberate kisses along the line of your throat.
the robe shifts, causing his breath to falter, but before he can take advantage of the slight movement, your fingers curl into his hair, tugging lightly until his eyes lift back to yours.
“mm, easy,” you mumble with a knowing smile. “i’m not convinced yet.”
“not convinced?” he echoes, like the words are a personal offense. “i’ve been obsessed with you for years, and you’re not convinced?”
you tilt your head, feigning thought. “flattery’s sweet, minnie, but too it's simple. you’ll have to get creative.”
his lips twitch like he wants to laugh, but the hunger in his eyes drowns it out. “creative, huh?”
you shift against his lap, the movement subtle but enough to draw a sharp breath from him. “make me believe you deserve to untie it.”
his hands slide to the back of your thighs, coaxing you closer until the knot presses against his chest. his mouth trails along your jaw, lingering before he finds the spot just above your pulse, sucking lightly until your breath hitches.
“you could just let me,” he mutters, his voice a low plea. “i’d worship you all night.”
a quiet laugh escapes you as your nails drag down his arm, the muscle flexing beneath your touch. “i’m sure you would. but where’s the fun in that?”
he groans, caught between frustration and want, cupping your ass to press you harder against the obvious strain beneath his sweats.
his mouth returns to your throat, rougher this time, teeth grazing your skin until you gasp.
“mm,” you warn, still smiling. “you’re getting greedy.”
“i’ve been greedy since you walked in,” he breathes. “since the day i met you.”
your grip in his hair tightens, tilting his head back so he has no choice but to meet your eyes. “prove it.”
he moves without hesitation, one hand anchoring you in place while the other slides beneath your robe, dragging his palm up your thigh inch by inch until you shiver under his touch.
his fingers trace higher, lingering just shy of where you need them most, but he doesn’t rush. he holds your gaze, lips parted like he’s waiting for permission that he already knows you’ll give.
“you’re shaking,” he murmurs, the back of his knuckles brushing the inside of your thigh. “and you want to tell me i haven’t earned it?”
your laugh is soft, caught somewhere between amusement and need. "i didn’t say that. i just like watching you work for it.”
his jaw flexes, but his mouth softens into something almost boyish. “you just like teasing me.”
“i love teasing you,” you correct, tugging lightly at his hair until he groans. “especially when you've got that look—like you’d do anything i say.”
“i would,” he replies instantly. “you know i would.”
“say it properly,” your tone dips, quiet but still commanding.
his eyes never leave yours. “i’ll do anything for you. anything you want. always.”
your smile is equal parts tender and cruel. “i know, baby. that’s why i married you.”
his fingers drift even higher, his fingertips circling lazily, as if he has all the time in the world to remind you he knows every inch of you.
but he doesn’t push them inside of you. not yet. he just watches your face, hungry, waiting for that moment when your control starts to waver.
“you’re already so wet for me,” he says softly, like it’s still something that surprises him.
you hum, your nails grazing along his shoulders as your hips roll against his hand. “maybe i just like watching how desperate you get.”
his eyes flutter shut when you grind harder, but he forces them open again, staring at you like you’re all that exists. “i’m desperate for you all the time.”
“i know,” your fingers thread through his hair again. “and i love when you beg without even realizing you are.”
his laugh comes out shaky, but it’s cut short when you grind against him. “please,” he breathes, the plea spilling out from his lips before he can stop it.
the sound of his desperation makes you ache. “please what, baby?”
his jaw tightens, but his body leans into your hand, need written all over him. “please let me—please let me make you come.”
you tilt his chin up with your hand, forcing his gaze to lock onto yours again. your chest tightens at the sight; how badly he wants to give, and how much he’s holding back right now.
“go ahead, handsome,” you whisper. “do it.”
the noise that leaves him is half relief, half hunger. his hand finally shifts with intent, sliding lower, his fingers sinking into the heat he’s been taunting.
he groans against your collarbone the second he feels you open for him.
“fuck—” his voice breaks as he eases a finger inside, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you steady. “you’re perfect. always so perfect for me.”
your hips rock instinctively, pulling him in deeper. your head tips back, a soft sound spilling from your lips, and he watches you like a man starved.
“yeah? that’s it,” he murmurs, curling his fingers just right, while his thumb drags slow circles over your clit. “ride my hand, pretty girl. let me feel how bad you need it.”
you moan at his words, clenching around his fingers when he slips a second one in. he swallows hard, eyes flicking up to your face, dark with need.
“god, you’re gonna ruin me,” he whispers, breathless, his pace quickening as you grind down against him. “look at you—already trembling.”
your laugh comes out broken, tangled with a whimper. “mm, and you’re already a mess just watching.”
“i can’t help it—fuck, you’re so gorgeous when you’re on top of me like this.” he says, knowing the praise will bring you closer to your high.
your hips grind down harder, chasing the pressure that won’t quite break. frustrated, you catch his wrist and guide him deeper, a breathless moan spilling out when he obeys instantly.
“that’s it,” you whisper, eyes on his. “good boy. just let me use you.”
his jaw slackens at the sudden praise, his pupils blown wide. “fuck…” he groans, clutching your hip like he’s drowning.
you rock down onto his hand with more intent, every curl of his fingers hitting just right. his own sounds come out wrecked and strangled, like he’s the one unraveling instead of you.
“you’re being so good for me, minnie,” you mumble, dragging his soaked fingers deeper with every roll of your hips. “you love when i ride you like this, don’t you?”
“yes—god, yes,” he chokes out, forehead pressed to your chest, voice breaking “you feel incredible—you always do, baby.”
your head falls back, a cry tearing loose as the pressure quickly builds. “look at me,” you command, forcing his dazed eyes to stay fixed on yours. “don’t look away. i want you to watch what you do to me.”
the room fills with the wet, relentless sound of you. his thumb circles faster over your clit, and your pulse kicks harder, stuttering beneath his touch.
“that’s it—fuck, just like that,” he gasps, his voice breaking as you grind down, meeting every thrust of his hand with a sharper roll of your hips.
your nails scrape against his shoulders, your whole body trembling in his lap as you ride him, always greedy for more.
“min—” the word cuts off in a strangled cry, and his answering whimper is broken and desperate.
he can barely breathe, watching you unravel in his lap. “oh baby,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your jaw as you continue to fuck yourself on his fingers. “you’re so fucking beautiful.”
your thighs tense, body jerking with every deliberate curl of his fingers. your breath falters, breaking into uneven gasps, your throat too tight for words as his thumb moves even quicker against your clit.
“baby—fuck—” you cry out, causing him to groan, relentless as he works you through your first orgasm of the night.
“come for me,” he murmurs against your skin as his lips ghost the curve of your chest. “let go, pretty girl. i want to feel you fall apart.”
you unravel on his hand, body seizing as you cry out, clutching at him like he’s the only thing keeping you anchored.
he doesn’t let up. his pace stays steady, his fingers relentless, coaxing you through the high until every aftershock ripples out of you.
“that’s it,” he rasps, voice low and wrecked, one arm steadying you as the tremors fade. “there you go, beautiful.”
still catching your breath, you let your fingers slip into his hair, tugging gently as you whisper, “you can take it off now, baby. you’ve earned it.”
he exhales hard, almost as if you’ve given him access to the thing he’s been aching for his entire life.
with trembling focus, he works the knot loose. your robe falls open, the silk pooling around you, baring exactly what he already knew would be there.
for a moment, he just stares; jaw slack as his eyes devour you.
“fuck…baby…” he groans, voice raspy. “you’re—” he breaks off, shaking his head, too undone for words.
you smile faintly. “speechless? that’s rare.”
that earns you the softest laugh before he shifts, his hands grabbing your waist as he flips you effortlessly, settling you onto your back.
his lips find your shoulder first, brushing a slow kiss against the curve of it. you can feel his smile there, warm against your skin.
“you’re so beautiful,” he mumbles as his lips trail lower on your body. “every inch of you. you drive me crazy, you know that?”
your breath hitches, but you can’t stop the soft laugh that slips out. “you tell me that every day.”
“because it’s true every day,” he answers without hesitation, his mouth pressing reverently along your collarbone.
each word comes between kisses, like he can’t decide whether to worship you with his voice or his lips. “i’m never gonna stop saying it. never gonna stop needing you.”
you sink into the mattress, warmth spreading through your chest. “god, minnie…”
he hums at the sound of his name on your lips, hands framing your waist as his mouth moves lower, starting at your chest and following a slow path over the soft curve of your stomach.
“i’d do anything for you,” he whispers against your skin, the words torn between a vow and a plea.
your fingers curl into the sheets. “you already do,” you breathe.
“not enough,” he insists, soft but still sure. his lips graze the edge of your hip before trailing along the inside of your thighs; slow kisses that make you shiver. “never enough.”
your body arches towards him instinctively, need spilling out before you can voice it. “please, baby…”
he chuckles as he brushes his mouth just above your pelvis, so close it makes your thoughts splinter. “yes, ma’am,” he says with a smirk, mischief flashing in his tone.
but the teasing is gone as quickly as it came, replaced by sincerity as he kisses just beneath your navel. “i love you. i love you more than anything.”
your fingers twist in the sheets, then slip into his hair, pulling gently when he lingers at your lower stomach.
he presses another slow kiss there, right where you’re aching for him, and the tension in your chest breaks with a sound you can’t contain.
“seokmin,” you breathe, the sound equal parts wanting and warning. your voice falters when he looks up at you; his eyes too soft, too full of devotion.
“i know, baby,” he assures you gently, his smile brushing against your skin. “i know what you need.”
he doesn’t make you wait any longer. his mouth opens against you, warm and wet. the first stroke of his tongue makes your whole body tighten, your head falling back into the pillow.
he sighs like he’s home, like this is where he’s meant to be, the sound reverberating through you.
your hips twitch for more, but his hand steadies your thigh, as if to remind you that he’ll give you everything, and that you just need to be patient.
“oh my god,” you gasp, tugging his hair, your body betraying every ounce of control you try to hold. “you—fuck—you’re insane…”
he moans against you from the sound of your pleasure, his eyes flicking up briefly; filled with nothing but devotion.
“that’s it—my perfect boy. you always know exactly what i need,” the words tumble out of you before you can catch your breath.
his tongue moves deeper, steadier. you feel him responding to your every tremor, only desperate to give you more.
“slow down, baby,” you whisper, and he obeys instantly, pulling back just enough to drag his tongue in long, lazy strokes that make your thighs tremble.
your grip in his hair tightens, guiding him gently. “look at me.”
he lifts his gaze, mouth still pressed to you, eyes still burning with admiration.
“god, you’re so beautiful like this,” you breathe, brushing the damp strands of hair from his forehead. “between my thighs, making me lose my mind.”
he whines softly, muffled against you, and the sheer need in the sound makes you pulse.
“don’t stop,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “please, baby, don’t stop.”
he clings tighter to your body, his tongue working in perfect rhythm, deliberate and unrelenting.
“yes,” you moan, hips rolling against his mouth. “yes, just like that. you’re perfect, minnie. so fucking perfect.”
he pulls back only once, lips wet, breath ragged. “i love this,” he admits, his voice hoarse, almost shy. “i love you like this.”
your chest tightens at the raw honesty in his voice, the way he says it like it’s the simplest truth he knows.
seokmin was never one to be shy about letting his feelings for you spill out into the open. he always loved you loudly, earnestly, and with a steadiness that made it impossible for anyone to doubt.
“and i love you for it,” you breathe, voice trembling before it steadies into something needier. “now finish what you started.”
he groans at the command, diving back in with renewed hunger.
your voice fractures into moans and gasps as your thighs tremble around his shoulders. “don’t stop—oh my fucking god, don’t stop—”
he wouldn’t dream of it. he stays with you through every wave, coaxing you gently until you’re trembling and crying his name into the dark.
when it finally subsides, you sink into the sheets, breathless and undone. he soothes you with soft kisses, reverent and unhurried, like he’s worshipping the aftermath as much as the act itself.
“come here,” you breathe at last, tugging him up with the little strength you have left.
his lips are swollen, his jaw glistening faintly, and his eyes hold nothing but love as he hovers above you.
you cup his face, smiling through the haze. “you did so well for me, baby.”
his answering smile is shaky, almost boyish. “i could stay there forever.”
“i know,” you whisper, pressing your mouth to his, tasting yourself on his lips. “that’s why i’ll never let you go.”
his breathing is ragged against your mouth, chest pressing into yours. his hips push down, restless, aching. you feel the hard length of him straining through his sweats, desperate for relief.
your hand slips between you, wrapping your fingers around him through the fabric. he shudders at your touch, forehead dropping to your shoulder like his body can’t hold him up anymore.
“baby,” he groans, his voice breaking.
you kiss his jaw, slow and deliberate, stroking him just enough to keep him on edge. “you want me to take care of you now?”
he nods against your neck, a whimper spilling out. “please. i need you.”
your smile softens, tender even as you keep him trembling. “let me make you feel good, baby. you’ve earned it.”
in seconds, his pants and boxers are thrown to the floor, his whole body quivering as your hand finally closes around his aching shaft. you stroke him slowly, your thumb circling his slick head until a ragged gasp tears from his throat.
“fuck,” he chokes, hips jerking into your hand.
you press your lips to his temple. “relax, minnie. let me take care of you.”
he nods frantically, but his body betrays him, straining for more. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him close so the length of him slides between your folds.
his breath hitches, head snapping up to meet your eyes.
“you feel that?” you whisper, moving your hips just enough to drive him mad. “you’re so hard for me, baby. so perfect.”
“fuck—don’t tease,” he begs, the words breaking as his voice gives out.
you guide him slowly until his tip nudges against your entrance. he inhales sharply, and you hold his gaze, pressing your body into his just enough to make him whine for more.
your free hand cups his jaw, thumb brushing along his skin as the other hand strokes him again, unhurried and cruel in the sweetest way.
“look at you,” you whisper fondly. “you’re already falling apart for me and i’ve barely even touched you, baby”
he moans your name, hips jerking helplessly into your hand. his forehead drops against your shoulder in defeat, damp hair clinging to your skin as his breath breaks unevenly against your collarbone.
every whimper vibrates through your chest, muffled into your neck.
“baby,” he rasps, the sound cracked and desperate.
you tighten your grip, twisting your wrist just right and causing his whole body to tense up. “you like that, don’t you? the way i touch you?”
his head tilts slightly, lips dragging across your skin like he can’t help himself. “yes—god, yes. only you. always you.”
your chest tightens at the sincerity in his voice; a reminder that years of marriage haven’t dulled the way he unravels under your hands.
you slow your strokes, watching his brows knit and his mouth fall open, helpless against your touch.
“you sound so pretty when you beg, minnie,” you whisper as your lips brush against his cheek. “say it again.”
he tries to hold it in, but his voice fractures. “please. i need you—need to feel you. i can’t—fuck—i need to feel you.”
you reward him with a slow drag of his cock against your slick folds; still not inside, but just enough to make his whole body jolt like he’s been shocked.
“you’ve never changed,” you breathe, stroking his hair back until his eyes meet yours. “years later, and you still fall apart the second i touch you. still all mine.”
“always…god—always yours. i couldn’t belong to anyone else if i tried,” his voice fractures when he finally gets it out, every word dragged from his chest.
you drag him against you again, slow and cruel, and his hips snap helplessly. “say it again.”
his breath stutters, the words catching in his throat before they break free. “you…fuck—yours. i’m yours. always…only you.”
your smile softens at his words, but you keep him there, balanced on the edge, his body trembling with restraint.
“i need you. please—don’t make me wait anymore.” his words spill out, stripped and honest.
his plea hangs heavy in the air, raw and trembling, until you finally relent. you guide him inside slowly, inch by inch, your grip now firm on his biceps as his body eases into yours.
his moan breaks in your ear. “god—” his forehead presses to yours. “fuck, baby, you feel—”
you swallow his words with a kiss, wrapping your legs tight around his waist to lock him in place, deep inside of you. his hips twitch, desperate to move, but you flatten your palm against his chest and hold him still.
“please,” he whispers into your mouth, voice splintering. “i’ll lose my mind if you don’t let me move.”
your lips brush the shell of his ear. “beg for it.”
his breath hitches, broken against your throat. “i am begging,” he chokes as his hands grip onto the sheets. “baby, i’m fucking begging you. let me move. let me make you feel good. please.”
you can already feel the tension winding tight inside of him, his thighs shaking as he forces himself to stay still.
“please, baby. please let me fuck you,” he breathes as his hands slide up your sides. “i can’t—i can’t hold it when you’re like this. you’re killing me.”
when your eyes lift to his, he looks wrecked — pupils blown, lips parted like the next breath might break him.
“okay,” you whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to him as the word settles deep between the two of you. “you can move, baby.”
he doesn’t hesitate after that. he eases back just far enough to make you ache, then thrusts forward hard, a low groan spilling from his chest; half prayer, half hunger.
you cling to him as he finds his rhythm, deliberate and heavy with years of knowing exactly how to undo you.
“fuck,” he groans into your shoulder, his teeth grazing agaisnt your skin. “you were made for me.”
your nails drag down his back, pulling a broken sound from his throat before his mouth crashes back onto yours, messy and consuming.
“fuck, minnie,” you gasp against his lips, the words trembling out. “just like that—give it to me.”
his weight sinks into you, pressing you deep into the mattress, his chest hot and unrelenting against yours.
“oh my god, baby…” his voice comes out wrecked. “you’re perfect. you’re everything.”
you scratch lightly down his spine, just enough to make his body jerk. “don't hold back,” you murmur, voice quiet but commanding. “i want all of you.”
“fuck—take it. it’s yours. all yours,” his chest heaves as the words tumble out rough, almost like they’re pulled straight from his lungs.
you frame his face in your hands as your thumbs stroke his cheekbones. "let me watch you fall apart for me, baby."
he obeys, doing his best to keep his eyes locked on yours, but it doesn't last long. the moment your body clenches around him, he breaks it.
“fuck, baby…i can’t—” his forehead falls to yours, his voice fracturing with the pleasure of it.
“don’t fight it, pretty boy.” you whisper, locking your legs tighter around his waist. “let go with me.”
his rhythm falters, breath shattering. “baby…oh god—fuck—” he chokes, his voice unraveling as he drives deeper.
“oh—oh my god, right there,” you moan against his mouth, pulling him closer.
your body breaks first, a sharp cry ripping from your throat as you clench around him, pleasure tearing through you in jagged shocks.
the sound wrecks him. he follows instantly, hips slamming into you as a loud moan tears out of him, everything in him giving way all at once.
the release leaves you both unsteady, your breaths stuttering as the intensity slowly ebbs. he collapses into your chest right away, his body still lightly trembling, all warmth and weight as you wrap your arms around him.
you hold him there, one hand stroking gently through his damp hair, the other pressed firm against his back to keep him close.
he doesn’t lift his head or try to move away; he just gives in completely, falling into you with a quiet shudder, like his body hasn’t quite caught up to the world yet.
the room hums with silence, broken only by your uneven breaths and the loud beats from both of your hearts.
“jesus…” you breathe, a weak laugh slipping out with it. “you’re gonna kill me one of these nights.”
he huffs against your collarbone. “worth it,” he mutters, voice cracked and hoarse. “you’re always worth it.”
you smile faintly, closing your eyes, still stroking his hair. “you’re a mess.”
“your mess,” he retorts, almost slurring it as his lips brush lazily against your skin.
after a long moment, he finally lifts his head from your chest, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your temple before carefully sliding out of bed.
you sink deeper into the mattress, heavy and spent, watching him through half-lidded eyes as he leaves the room.
you don’t need to ask where he’s going; aftercare was never something seokmin left to chance. he always insists on taking care of you himself, like loving you properly afterwards is simply part of loving you at all.
when he comes back into the room, there’s a warm cloth in his hand. he settles between your knees again, his movements careful and unhurried. “lift up a little for me, beautiful.”
you do, pliant beneath his touch, and he cleans you with steady, practiced hands. every pass is slow and thoughtful, never rushed; tender in a way that makes your chest ache.
it doesn’t feel like routine.
it feels like care. like reverence. like the steady reassurance of knowing you’re safe with him, the way you always have been.
“you always take such good care of me,” your lips curve faintly, the words coming out fragile but certain.
he glances up, eyes soft despite the exhaustion written all over his face. “of course i do,” he says, as though there’s no other truth in the world.
when he’s finished, he picks your robe up from the floor and holds it out to you. you sit up a little so he can help, arms sliding into the sleeves without either of you having to say a word.
he gently pulls it around your shoulders, his hands lingering just long enough to make sure it’s settled before moving down toward your waist.
his fingers work the belt into a loose knot before he finally leans back with a tired smile. “best thing i ever bought you.”
you let out a weak laugh. "not the ring? not the house?"
his smile deepens, somehow still boyish even through the exhaustion. "nope. the robe wins. nothing else even comes close."
instead of calmly climbing back into the bed, he drops face-first onto the mattress beside you with a dramatic groan, one arm hanging off the edge.
your laugh bubbles out of you before you can stop it. it's the kind of laugh he always manages to pull from you, no matter what mood you’re in.
he turns his head at the sound, just enough to brush a lazy kiss against your arm before melting into the sheets again.
“i'm so tired,” he mumbles into the cotton, voice muffled.
“big baby,” you tease, rolling onto your side to face him. your fingers trail slowly down his back, light and soothing, and he exhales hard, his shoulders quickly loosening under your touch.
“mm, don’t stop,” he mutters, already halfway gone. “this is heaven.”
your smile widens against the pillow. "thought i was your heaven."
he cracks one eye open, a tired smirk tugging at his lips. "you are. this is just...the proof."
an... honestly this was so fun to make hehe thank you for the idea sam :D @joonsytip i made them EXTRA FREAKY for you ... i think this is the freakiest smau ive ever made... minors dni ty <3
a/n... i need a seokmin too... hope you guys enjoyed <3
— synopsis: ten years after being crowned prom queen and thinking you'd left your small town in your rearview, you tuck your tail between your legs and come right back home...only to find out that the boy that took you to prom has been waiting patiently for your return.
– genre: brother's best friend au ; minimal angst, fluff, smut.
— pairing: best friend's brother!lee seokmin x reader.
– word count: 9.4k
— rating: 18+. minors do not interact.
– warnings: mentions of fuckass WISCONSIN. mentions of virginity loss (almost too many), swearing. mingyu is yn's brother and annoying as shit. kissing, etc. smut warnings: unprotected sex (if it's lee seokmin anything's possible.) brief body worship (f.rec, including the feet), unspoken high heel kink (?), brief cock worship, oral/brief fingering (f.rec), overstim, praise kink, hair pulling (m.rec), multiple orgasms (2 / f. rec) ; creampie. that's about it!
— what to listen to: ten years - the black lillies ; million days - sabai, hoang, claire ridgely ; when you're gone - avril lavigne ; star - loona.
– author's note: [special thanks to @/saradika here on tumblr for these lovely snowflake dividers!] welcome back to haologram! this is a special segment i’ve created to give a quick thank you to all of my friends this holiday season, and this one is for (all my ladies) my cuties g, @miniseokminnies. bennie, being your friend this year has been one of the most rewarding experiences i've ever had. i have never felt so loved so quickly and in the way i'd always hoped. thank you for always sending me pictures of cool lamps and always letting me know that you love and miss me. i hope to see you soon and give this LDR a better chance than just 'maybe', my baby. happy haolidays, bennie! i love you!
"I'M JUST SAYING, THERE'S NOTHIN' DRY ABOUT THE WAY I HUMP, Y/N."
You roll your eyes, leaning over the cart as your best friend pushes it. Soonyoung insisted he come grocery shopping with you — something about you not being back home in years (ten, to be exact) and how much the supermarket has changed. Spoiler: it hasn't changed at all aside from them finally getting a better selection of snacks, gallon boxes of Goldfish included (and tucked neatly into the corner of your cart.)
"I really, really wish I cared, Hosh." You give him a feigned apologetic look, and he juts his lip in a pout as he fishes through the bag of grapes. He plucks one out, shoving it into his cheek as you swat his hand, "stop that! I'll have to get another bag if you keep eating them!"
"You said we'd go to lunch and we've been here for an hour and a half," he whines, popping another grape into his mouth as you scowl.
"I just moved in, Soonyoung. I have nothing at my apartment and don't forget, you begged me to tag along. I told you I'd swing by your place after I was done!" You scold, only for him to stick his tongue out at you as you toss a sack of apples into the cart, nibbling on your lip as you peruse the produce. Your list was crumpled and long forgotten in Soonyoung's jacket pocket, and the blond groaned loudly as you tentatively picked up a pineapple and brought it to your face, "quit that before I send you to go sit in my car."
"At least the car has AUX."
"Kwon Soonyoung, I mean it."
"Alright, alright…" he trails off, sighing as he looks around the supermarket. You place the pineapple into the cart, the scent sweet and lingering as you cross your arms before Soonyoung's gasp grabs your attention.
"What? What? Is it an old teacher? Are they pregnant?" You look up, your eyes darting around the produce section before Soonyoung's hand grabs your jaw gently and tilts it towards the pile of 'organic plums' — your eyes landing on a white shirt stretched exhaustingly across the broad expanse of shoulders far too familiar. Your jaw tenses at the sleeves that leave nothing for the imagination, straining against toned biceps as your eyes travel further, a slim waist cinched by a black belt and holding up a nice pair of light blue denim jeans. A wallet is tucked into the back pocket and you follow the movement of the arm tying up a plastic produce bag full of said plums — decorated in a singular silver ring on the pinky and a thick watch on the wrist.
"Lee Seokmin, in the flesh!" He calls, and you feel your face hot as said Lee Seokmin turns around, a bright smile spreading on his face as he spots Soonyoung as his hand drops from your face. He makes his way over, the basket in his hand flexing the tendons in his forearm as he gives Soonyoung a one-armed hug, "good to see you, buddy. Did you get a chance to catch up with Seungkwan? We're planning that dinner next month with the guys, it'd be really great to get everyone together…"
He trails off as he sees you standing next to him, a softness glazing over his eyes as he extends his hand to you, "My apologies, I didn't see you. You look…familiar."
You hadn't changed much from high school. Maybe grew a couple of spontaneous inches, learned how to properly do your makeup, stopped acting like you didn't care about other's perception of you and actually put an effort into being more social. He tilts his head as Soonyoung shoves your shoulder, your hands twitching at the hem of your denim miniskirt you'd foolishly worn in the biting Wisconsin wind.
"Sorry," you mumble, taking his hand and giving it a quick shake. "We went to prom together."
"Oh my God, so it's true! I heard that you'd moved back home but I wasn't sure if Yoon Jeonghan of all people was worth getting my news from," he rolls his eyes, before the smile on his lips grows slightly warmer. "It's good to see you, Y/N. You look…nice."
"You hesitated." Soonyoung huffs, shoving his friend's shoulder. "Coward."
"Soonyoung," you elbow him, pressing your lips into a firm line as you nod at Seokmin. "It's fine. You look great, I'm glad to see this town did someone well."
Soonyoung pouts at the insinuation that he's not that someone, making you snicker inwardly as Seokmin eyes you carefully. Like he's studying you, like something is different and he can't figure out what.
"Are you settling in okay? Is Soonyoung being helpful?" He asks, leaning against the apple display, hooking his thumb on his belt loop. You tongue your cheek as you look up at Soonyoung, who acts like the Virgin Mary herself is calling his name as he clears his throat, "oh, look. They have…uh…rotisserie chicken. I'll get you one! You guys catch up!"
He scurries off, and you just shake your head as you move stuff around in the cart.
"I'm settling in fine. I only came back to spend time with my parents, Gyu moved out to go to grad school, but I'm sure you knew that." You shrug, "Soonyoung is Soonyoung. He helped me unload the boxes from the moving truck but I'm taking the weekend and next week to unpack. Just me and a glass of whiskey on the rocks…or two, or three."
You smile as he nods, "do you need help? I'm free all weekend."
"Oh, I'm alright." You respond quickly, almost too quickly. "I've uh…become quite the collector of things. Things I don't exactly need everyone to know I like."
"Vintage Playboy magazines, huh?"
"Shut up!"
He laughs softly, his eyes forming crescents as he glances down at the cart, "have you met up with anyone from here?"
The question stings slightly, but you force yourself to brush it off as you shake your head. "No one to meet up with besides Soonyoung, you know. Wasn't always that good at keeping bad company around, you know me."
He does.
He does know you.
The thing about Lee Seokmin is that he knew everything there was to know except where you went the moment you peeled out of this stupid town — small and not at all living up to the Pleasant Hill name. Wisconsin was still Wisconsin, and you still loved the cheese curds from Culver's but the fact of the matter was that Lee Seokmin was likely the only memory you allowed yourself to revisit when you thought about this stupid place.
Sweet, understanding Seokmin that graduated the same year Mingyu did. Sweet, understanding Seokmin that was so cute and absolutely your (and all your friends') hallway crush from grades six through eleven, before you got a boyfriend halfway through your junior year. He still waved at you in the halls, and you still smiled back — but eventually, the boyfriend grew tall enough to block your line of vision and the idea of Seokmin melted from your mind.
You met Seokmin when you were nine years old. He'd been your brother's friend for ages but only when you were in fourth grade was Seokmin officially allowed to come over to your house to spend the night with Mingyu. Your brother would lock his bedroom door as his friends huddled over baseball cards and delicious sandwiches made by your father with the crusts cut off. Eventually, your friend Minghao made it into your brother's get-togethers — effectively rendering you hypoethetically friendless until one of the boys slipped out of Mingyu's room for snacks or water, or even to suck up to your father for an extra serving of dinner before bolting back into the room.
Before Seokmin came around, you had Jihoon, Soonyoung and Minghao — they usually huddled up with you at the dinner table and asked about your friends and your schoolwork. They'd ruffle your hair, they'd pinch your cheeks and steal home fries off your breakfast plate; so they were like three more version of Mingyu you never asked for, but loved nonetheless. You'd swat at them, shove them away before they inevitably got picked up and left you to get thrown around by Mingyu on the trampoline in your backyard as he debriefed all the girls that they liked that were in your grade.
Then, Seokmin moved in next door.
His family bought the beautiful brick two-story with a wrap-around porch that once housed the town doctor before he up and took off out West, chasing a wild wet dream (read: his mistress.)
He was suddenly over at your house every single day, glued at Mingyu's hip — tossing a pigskin around, tinkering around under the hood of your mother's 1969 Cadillac Deville…bothering your father for a sandwich with the crusts cut off because Mingyu was a big baby. He'd split it with your brother on the porch and ask about your day as you stomped up the steps after dance practice. You'd never delve too deep into details, simply shaking your head or giving him a thumbs up before ducking inside and burying your head in the books.
Mingyu and his friends graduated, going all over the country for college — but Seokmin stayed. He went to state school to stay close to his parents, but not so close that he didn't get that same taste of freedom that your brother and Minghao were enjoying at Rutgers in New Jersey. You were a senior in high school, trying to make the best of all the changes — only for it to be the worst year an 18-year-old girl could have.
You got (and crashed) your first car, which was Mingyu's before it was yours so it had that gross 'I give my friends rides home from football practice' smell permeated in the seats. You failed your first semester of Calculus and had to go to tutoring and Saturday school for six weeks to even attempt to earn a C. You injured your foot during practice and got benched for the rest of the year, so there was nothing to look forward to (not that they would've kept you on the team anyway, since you failed Calculus.)
To top it all off — your best friend and your boyfriend were in cahoots. Six years of friendship (and her gross crush on Mingyu) and almost a year and a half of dating were wasted, and both presented their end three weeks before prom — which was two days before graduation.
You'd stared at your dress for a good while the night before it was all supposed to happen. It'd been hung up on your closet door, the one thing you looked forward to after such a shit year that wasn't graduation — and it was sullied. The sparkly butter yellow tulle made your stomach hurt, the sweetheart neckline littered with glittering rhinestones making your eyes prickle with tears. You stared at the French pedicure you'd gotten at your local nail salon that would've peeked out the bottom of your dress — your shoes six-inch tall heels and the straps were decorated with flowers.
You were a nominee for Prom Queen. You had your hair and makeup inspiration saved to a Pinterest board you'd been curating since you found out prom was a thing that would happen in your life. Your ex-boyfriend's matching tie and corsage sat on your dresser, abandoned. You didn't have a date, and now an extra ticket to a gathering you weren't sure you wanted to attend.
Until Mingyu knocked on your door.
He'd come home from college for the summer a week earlier, making the drive back to Wisconsin right after his last final. He dropped Minghao off at his house, and skirted right into the driveway of your house, welcomed lovingly by his parents and confused when his little sister was holed up in her room, staring at the plastic glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to her ceiling.
"I'd go with you if I could, pipsqueak." He said softly, sitting on the edge of your bed as you let hot tears pool in your eyes. "But I know you'd think that's mega lame."
"It is mega lame. Gyu." Your voice had been so thick you could hardly understand yourself, but he squeezed your ankle through the blanket before sighing. "Mingyu, why has this year been so shit? Was your senior year this shitty?"
"Well." He adjusted slightly, "I got dumped because I chose Rutgers over staying here, and I had to take Minghao to prom. We still had a good time…maybe you can take Soonyoung. He's in town again, I know he swung by earlier to see how you were holdin' up."
"I look like such a loser taking a friend to my fucking prom. It was supposed to be me and my boyfriend." You huffed, angrily wiping at your eyes. "I don't even have a cute guy that I could pretend is into me."
The silence that blanketed over you both was deafening, before you met each other's eyes in that way siblings do when something is so good but it's crazy. It's so good, and it'd work so well — but it's absolutely insane.
Mingyu grabbed the tie and corsage while you practically tumbled down the stairs in your pajamas, running out the front door and across the lawn barefoot as the sprinklers started going off. You banged on the front door of the Lee house, hearing rustling before the door swung open and your fist was caught by one Lee Seokmin.
"Go to prom with me."
Naturally — as a favor to an old friend's little sister, Seokmin agreed. He blindly agreed as Mingyu instructed him to be your arm candy all night long, to show you off, let you be the star of the show. Pretend that an older boyfriend in college was far more interesting than some cheap party thrown together by the school in a fancy hotel — essentially, make you something worth envying.
It worked.
It worked like a dream — he stayed by your side the entire night, speaking softly to other dates, getting along with your dance team members, even greeting his old teachers with a bright smile that made them forget he was there with a student and wasn't one himself. They asked if he was your boyfriend, and you interrupted with a loud yes — his cheeks tinging pink as he held you close and kissed your temple. It was sweet, it was cute, and it was triumph coursing through your veins as you were crowned Prom Queen and left right after.
You sat in your mother's '69 Cadillac Deville with him, parked at a Dairy Queen on the outskirts of town with a sweet vanilla milkshake in your hand. He's thrown his suit jacket in the backseat, the top button of his shirt undone and his tie haphazardly pulled off. He rolled his sleeves up, leaning his head back against the seat when you snorted.
"You know what's funny?"
"What's funny, sweets?"
He toyed with the straw of his own milkshake, his silver watch glinting in the low light.
"You can't tell Mingyu I said this."
"I wouldn't tell Mingyu anything that's happened tonight if he paid me."
"I was supposed to lose my virginity tonight," you roll your eyes, kicking your heels off and crossing your legs at the knee. You stare up at the sky, "I was going to go to a motel with him, my ex. Get it over with so that I wouldn't go to college a virgin. Stupid, isn't it?"
"If that's the only reason you were going to do it, then yeah. A little bit." He nodded, plucking the cherry out of his cup and pulling the syrupy fruit off the stem with his teeth. "But I'm not any better, so I can't judge because I'm speaking from experience."
"You're not a virgin? I thought you were."
"Haven't been since last summer. Why are you even thinking about it? I'm nineteen. I do…things."
"Sure, man. Was it good? Is that TMI?"
"No," he snorted, shaking his head as he sighed, sucking his teeth. "It was just…there. The opportunity, I mean. I wasn't dating the girl either. It was a mistake and I regret it but life goes on. It should be with someone you trust and actually like, it adds to it. I guess. What do I know?"
"Lots of stuff."
"Name two things."
"You know my favorite color and you know how to drive. I trust you with my life, I think."
He laughed then, shaking his head as he played with his straw, "yeah, well. I'm sorry your senior year turned out this way. If it's any better, mine was pretty shit, too."
"Nah. I'd say it ended pretty well. I'm eighteen, I have a license, I graduate on Sunday and then I'm gone. I'm off to California and I never have to see this shitstain town again." You shook your head, sucking your teeth as you twisted in your seat. His eyes were wide, "you hate it here that much?"
"I have no good memories."
"That might be a stretch, but I understand."
"Thank you." You shrugged, tracing the stitching in the leather. The thread was a custom cobalt blue, to match the exterior of the car and paired with creamy beige seats. "Hey, Seok?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you remember how you used to say hi to me everyday before you graduated last year? In the halls?"
He smiled, and you swore you saw a hint of a blush creep up the shells of his ears as he nodded, "yeah, of course I remember."
"Why'd you do it?"
"Because…I don't know. It was a habit, and I liked seeing you…I don't know. It's courteous."
"When you say I don't know…you mean you do, but you don't want to tell me. Right?"
"Right." He agreed, and you leaned slightly closer, holding your pinky out to him. He glances at it, and you scoot closer to him on the bench seat so your thigh is brushing his as you push your hand into his space.
"Pinky promise I won't tell Mingyu."
"Mingyu doesn't scare me anyway."
He rolled his eyes, but linked his finger with yours. You waited for him to let go, but he interlaced his fingers with yours and held them on this thigh.
"For starters, everything I said is also true."
"I figured, yes."
"I think…I had a little bit of a crush on you. Nothing insane, of course. Just…a little one. Hallway crush, I think I heard Mingyu call it once."
You shifted then, your hand subconsciously squeezing his as you cleared your throat.
"And you never said anything?"
"You're my best friend's little sister. Even I saw the cliché there. It's not that…I wouldn't have made a move, I just didn't think it was a wise choice in the long run."
You nodded, "yeah…that makes sense."
Neither of you moved away or unfurled your fingers, but Seokmin sighed, "I'm sorry."
"No, don't be. You're very right, Mingyu would've knocked our heads together."
"…Our?"
"You think I waved back because it was courteous? Get with the program, Lee." You snorted, shaking your head as you stared up at the sky. The stars twinkled, almost mockingly as you sighed, "though, it's much worse with it's best friend who likes the little sister. It's kind of expected for the little sister to like the best friend, you know? Clichés and all that…always blamin' it on the girls. Like it's my fault Mingyu has cute friends."
"Plural?"
"Singular, sorry."
"Would you have let me kiss you?" He asked suddenly, and you lolled your head to the side, scanning his face with your eyes before shrugging. "Y/N."
"Depends. Are you kissing me because you want to or because it gives you the rush of kissing your best friend's sister?"
"Mostly the first."
"Cynical."
"I'm honest."
You laughed then, squeezing his hand before sitting up properly. You tucked your legs under you, the fabric of your dress hanging off the edge of the seat as you kneeled next to him, your knees pressing into his thigh as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Thanks for taking me to prom. You didn't have to."
"I don't do these things for free, you know. Pay up, sixty bucks."
The smile on his lips said he was joking, but you feigned shock anyway and softly smacked his shoulder. He laughed, pulling his hand out of yours to wrap his arms around you. You let him pull you into his embrace, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you buried your face into his neck. He patted your back, humming softly before he spoke.
"Thanks for thinking I was the right choice to leave a lasting impression. College boyfriends don't do this sort of thing, at least none of the ones I know."
"Well, you're my college boyfriend for the night." You shrugged, pulling back slightly. Your eyes met his, your faces centimeters apart. He shamelessly glanced at your lips, shifting slightly, "I'm sorry I missed your birthday. I know Mingyu came home, I was slammed."
"Are you going to keep talking about my brother or are you going to kiss me?"
You try not to remember the kiss, or the soft scent of vanilla floating off both your mouths.
Quite often, you shove it out of your mind and force yourself to think about what could've been if he'd said no. If your mother had called just a moment earlier, before your lips met his. If your brother had texted him just three minutes before his hand cupped your face gently and pulled you closer, milkshakes forgotten as his tongue slipped into your mouth.
You never retell the story with the kiss included. You always just say your brother's best friend took you to prom and took you to milkshakes after. That he drove you through the outskirts of town in your mother's '69 Cadillac and made you feel like a princess.
Every single person lets you know that they think that 'brother's best friend' had a crush on you.
So to stand in this grocery store and know that Lee Seokmin has kissed you, has had a crush on you, has seen you cry — it feels vulnerable.
"Let's have dinner soon, if you're not busy. I'd love to catch up." He spoke softly, and Soonyoung was still acting stupid around the selection of rotisserie chicken, acting as if lemon herb and garlic rosemary were such hard choices. You gave Seokmin a small smile, holding up a finger as you called across the store, "pick a damn bird and get over here!"
Soonyoung pouted, grabbing one of each as you turned back to Seokmin. He was still looking at you with that same twinkle in his eyes, like he still wondered if you thought about him. If you thought about that night, if you thought about the sweet vanilla on his tongue as he kissed you for what felt like decades in the bench seat of your mother's car. If you thought about the way he pulled you into his lap, the way you pulled his hand up the expanse of your thigh that peeked out through the slit of your dress.
If you thought about the way he stopped kissing you before it could end the way most prom nights end — losing your virginity to him in a car. If you thought about how embarrassed he looked that he let himself get carried away, kissing down the slope of your neck and how he apologized because you were Mingyu's sister, because he was a year older than you and had more life lived, because, because, because.
Never in those reasons did he say because he didn't want to.
"We should, if you'd like. Uh, I'd offer my apartment but…" You rubbed your neck sheepishly, and he only shook his head, pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening a new contact. He handed it to you, your fingers trembling as you typed in your number, "was Mingyu very annoying while I was gone?"
"He actually told me earlier that I'm not allowed call him annoying." Seokmin scoffs, "because I'm, in his words, ten times as annoying but I don't think that's all that true."
"It's not."
"Of course you say that, he's your brother."
"Birds of a feather flock together, Seokmin. If you're annoying, so is he." You deadpan, typing your name into the contact file. "But, you're less annoying because I have no obligation to tolerate you. If you piss me off, I can just walk away. Can't do that with Mingyu, I'll just have to see him again. Family and all."
You roll your eyes, handing his phone back. He nods, "valid."
"I see you've gotten acquainted once more," Soonyoung tries to ease into the conversation, but frowns as you and Seokmin both point your eyes at him. "Yah, you'd think I asked about that stupid prom night kiss."
"Anyway." You speak quickly, your cheeks hot as Seokmin's ears tinge pink under the fluorescent lights of the supermarket, "uh, Friday? Does Friday work for you?"
"Friday's great!" He blurts, "we can just do it at yours. I don't think you should be unpacking all those boxes by yourself."
"She doesn't even have a mattress, Seokmin. A mattress!" Soonyoung exclaims, and you nibble on your lip in embarrassment as Seokmin shoves his shoulder lightly, "you should be helping her!"
Soonyoung scoffs, wrapping his hands around the cart handle and pushing it forward, "I don't have to take this shit from you guys. I'm the glue that holds this family together, damnit."
He stalks away, head held high as Seokmin shakes his head.
"He's dramatic."
"Oh, tell me about it. He's been whining about how hungry he is when I told him this would take time."
You sigh, your face still hot as you take a tiny step back, "well, it was nice seeing you, Seokmin. Uh, Friday, yeah? I'll send you my address."
"Sure, sure." He nods, clearing his throat. Things feel awkward in the air between you, "sorry about Soonyoung."
"It shouldn't be awkward. It was years ago," you try, but still cover your face with your hands. "God, I'm sorry."
"No! It's okay, it was just…not something I was expecting today." His laugh is still warm, but there's something else in it. Maybe embarrassment, maybe frustration.
Maybe guilt.
You extend your hand, "well, it's fine. Friends, right?"
He glances at it, taking it gently. He runs his thumb over your knuckles, "friends. Now, run along. I can see his blond head in the bakery from here, he's gonna make you buy him a cake."
"It's the least I could do," you snort, squeezing his hand carefully. "Bye, Seok."
"Bye, sweetheart. Be safe."
YOUR APARTMENT IS STILL A MESS WHEN SEOKMIN ARRIVES.
You are still a mess when Seokmin arrives, a pout on your lip as you open your front door and see him nicely dressed in a soft sweater and a crisply pressed pair of chinos under his brown peacoat — and the little black hoops looped through his ears that you hadn't seen in ages.
He only laughs, gently pinching your cheek between his knuckles and stepping inside to a mess of broken down boxes and old tape rolled into a ball, chucked over your coffee table. You've got an old, paint-stained t-shirt that used to belong to Mingyu over your pajama shorts, and you insist that you'll be ready soon — which he only smiles at your half done hair and full face of make-up (sans lipstick.)
"Take your time," he shrugs, "seems like you had quite the week getting this place fixed up. Nice work."
"Don't praise me, it won't bode well." You huff, scurrying back to your bathroom to make sure the curling wand didn't burn a hole into your sink.
The week had been insane — you paid Soonyoung in cheesecake on Monday and Tuesday to help you unpack your kitchen and your bathroom, and then told him not to bother you until Sunday because you were going to do the rest on your own. You managed to get most of it done, including getting a mattress delivered and your bedframe set up by Wednesday…
But the lingering boxes, trash and the like were all cause of your frequent back-and-forth texting with one Lee Seokmin.
You caught up on minute things — him leaving UW-Madison his sophomore year and meeting Mingyu and Minghao at Rutgers. Him getting a masters degree, you getting a masters degree. You living in California for six years and four in Oregon, and the unspoken knowledge that the other four were purely for a boyfriend.
One that you wound up breaking up with (and one that fueled the fire of you moving back home) after catching him in your bed with his ex-girlfriend. From high school. Who was also engaged to his best friend!
There was a joke in the conversation from Seokmin, asking how college was as a virgin. You fired back that it was much better than having a crush on your brother's best friend, to which he replied with a frowning emoji and insisted he was better to crush on than some snotty-nosed frat boy who drank like a fish.
You both silently acknowledged that the Mingyu wedge was still present, and neither of you would be making the move to overlook it…even if you silently hoped he would.
You also swapped social media accounts in the process — his was full of adventures. Trips to Seoul and Osaka with your brother and other friends of his, trips to the mountains and skiing out east. Gardens in New Jersey and his graduation from Rutgers (and the impressive Cornell, despite not being nearly as snooty as half the other people you'd met in California that had come from the Ivy League.)
Yours had been curated carefully — luncheons, aesthetically taken shots of you by your old roommates who had all moved home back east. There was summer vacation carousels, photos of you with Aperol Spritz' in your hand and lounging on boats in bikinis you begged your brother not to tell your mother about (who only asked why you weren't showing more skin when you called her that following Christmas.)
Seokmin only liked the latest carousel on your profile. Your goodbyes to the beautiful wilderness that surrounded you in Oregon, and a promise to return someday — a photo of your packed up apartment, a cat lounging in the mid-morning sun atop your U-Haul, a thickly packed bagel with one for the road written across the top corner in an Instagram font you used almost too heavily during your days as a sorority girl hoping to reach prospective sisters.
And a selfie of you and Minghao, who had flown out from Boston to help you make the drive back home. Your heads were touching, his long hair ruffled against yours as you both winked at the camera, holding up to-go cups of hot tea and coffee — which you never liked, even if it was winter.
You ignored the shirtless photos on his profile.
"Have you decided where you want to go? So I can dress for the occasion." You called from your bathroom, having turned the curling wand off and opening the door to relieve some of the warmth you felt all over your face. You slipped out, seeing Seokmin staring at your wall of trinkets. Little clown figurines made by an Oregon artist that were grouped with Nyota and Skullpanda figurines you'd gotten in blind boxes, a couple of framed photos of you and Mingyu as kids, a snowglobe with a picture of you and your mother in it when Mingyu and your father got stuck in New Jersey during your senior year of high school.
"Uh, there's a nice place in Madison, if you don't mind the drive. Plus the potential traffic, it is a Friday." He nods, "just wear a dress? Maybe a long one?"
"Gotcha, yep."
You rooted around and found a long dress you'd worn back in California once for a Christmas dinner with your boyfriend during grad school. It had off-the-shoulder long sleeves, and a skirt that stopped at the ground with the right pair of shoes (read: your favorite pair of black heels.) You scurried around, grabbing your shoes and nibbling your lip at the slit that ran high up your thigh in the dark red fabric in the mirror of your vanity.
It felt a little…derivative.
You put your jewelry on, swiping on a creamy layer of lipstick before grabbing your purse and switching things around to your clutch. Your winter coat was in the hall closet, and you held your heels in one hand as you exited your bedroom hurriedly. Seokmin glanced over his shoulder from the pinned tour posters on your wall, turning around fully as you fixed your hair in the mirror that hung on your wall.
"Is this okay?" You ask, not bothering to look at him as you wiped the corners of your lips.
"Yeah, perfect. You look great…and we're running late." He teased, making you groan as you look at him in the mirror, "you told me to take my time!"
"I didn't think that meant forty minutes, sweetheart. Hop to, or we'll miss our reservation." He taps his watch, "where do you keep your coat?"
"Hall closet," you sit at a chair in your dining room, bending at the waist to pull on your shoes as he ducks past. He returns with your coat and a red mark on his forehead, a pout on his lip as you look up from your shoes, "what happened?"
"Your box of photo albums fell on me. How did you not hear that?" He whines, and you coo as you let him help you slip your coat on. Your fingers gently rub at the spot, "you'll be okay."
"Yeah, easy for you to say." He huffs, and you roll your eyes, pressing a kiss to your fingers before patting them against his forehead.
"Yeah, it is. Now, move along."
The drive to Madison was slow, but the restaurant he chose had been well worth it. You were sat at a rounded booth in the back, the lights dim and the environment cozy with soft jazz playing overhead. The waiter was sweet, but a bit too flirty for your taste — and clearly for Seokmin's as well, because he pulled you closer to him by your waist, his fingers lingering on your hip long enough for the waiter to see as he brought your drinks from the bar.
Dinner was relatively fun. Soft conversations, bringing up old memories, catching up on things. Seokmin asked about your psychology degree, you asked about his sudden move to Rutgers.
"Home isn't as fun without having a neighbor girl to bother." He stated, shrugging his shoulders as you gave him a deadpan look. He swiped a scallop off your plate then, making you scowl because you were not going to take a bite of his steak. "Plus, it was quiet. Madison is nice but Jersey was new and exciting. I roomed with Mingyu, Minghao and our friend Wonwoo, and it was fun until I would come back to one of their rooms with a sock on the door."
"Ew, I don't want to know about their adventures. I got enough with Hao complaining about his boyfriend wanting them to move to New York. Something, something, is the sex not filthy enough that he wants to move to Manhattan?" You scrunched your nose, making him laugh as you crossed your legs at the knee. Your dress splayed open, your thigh exposed to the warm air of the restaurant and the soft fabric of Seokmin's pants.
He didn't bother looking down, only tapping your knee before pulling the fabric over it.
"They're going to end up moving. Junhui has a hold on Minghao that you wouldn't believe. You would love him." He nods, "I helped Junhui plan the proposal."
Your eyes widened at that, and Seokmin swore you into secrecy before spilling the beans of your childhood friend potentially getting engaged before the end of the year.
Dinner came and went, dessert was sweet on your tongues despite the dark chocolate and Seokmin pouting when you had the last bite. You kept talking — your families, how shitty the holidays are as you get older and lose the childlike wonder of Santa Claus and gifts under the tree, girlfriends, boyfriends…
Your jaw tight as he mentioned his, his tight when you mentioned yours and a frown gracing his lips when you mentioned the Oregon boyfriend in particular.
"Well, he sucks." Seokmin clicked his tongue as he held the door open, the receipt blowing in the wind between his fingers. He'd fought you to pay the bill, shoving his card in the waiter's hand as he pinned you to your seat with a hand on your thigh.
A move that neither of you spoke about but both knew it could've created something neither of you were too sure you'd dislike. Not that either of you knew the other felt the same about the latter, but it wasn't your business to know.
Not yet, anyway.
The drive back is comfortable. You took AUX as he drove, complimented the recently refurbished bench seat of his truck. He smiles, says he also helped your mother get her '69 Cadillac get a beautiful new layer of that cobalt blue paint she loves. He prompts you to sit closer, and you end up resting your head on his shoulder with his hand low on your hip as you drive back into Pleasant Hill.
He's warm. He smells floral, like iris and neroli with a hint of cedarwood. He's drumming his fingers against you, running his hand slightly up and down your hip as you watch the sky become clearer the further you get into your small town.
He feels like home.
"Did you miss me while I was gone?" You ask suddenly as he rolls to a stop at a red light just half a block before your apartment complex. He raises a brow, looking down at you with an amused expression.
"You think I didn't?"
"I wouldn't be asking."
"Of course I missed you, Y/N." He shakes his head, subconsciouly squeezing your hip. "I left Pleasant Hill because I missed you. I came back because I missed you."
"Or because my brother asked you to."
"Your brother is the closest thing I get to you, so you have to give me some credit. Hallway crushes don't disappear as easily as I thought, especially not after you kiss her on prom night."
Your cheeks burn as the light turns green, your hand on his knee tracing circles as he presses on the gas.
"It's been ten years since then, Seokmin."
"No, it's been nineteen. I've liked you since I was ten years old."
Your eyes widen as he pulls into your apartment complex, expertly slipping into a shaded parking space. He turns the car off as you look up at him, "you should head inside. It's late and you'll need your rest to finish unpacking."
"Mingyu's coming in the morning to help me." You murmur, and he nods simply, "he always was a nice guy. He's making long distance work with Tzuyu."
"Seokmin."
"Yes?"
"Are you going to keep talking about my brother or are you going to kiss me?" The words slip from your mouth as easily as they did ten years ago, but he doesn't bother responding before he presses his lips to yours. Soft, smooth but hungry as he pulls you on top of him, his hand wrapping around your neck and holding you firmly in place. Your hands pulled at his sweater, shoving it up as his tongue slipped into your mouth. He let go of your neck, shoving your coat off your shoulders as you sucked on the tip of his tongue, your fingertips toying with the buckle of his belt before he pulled back.
"We can't."
"We can."
"Mingyu—"
"You came up for a nightcap and helped me unpack. Too drunk to drive home and spent the night on my couch." You unbuckle his belt as he groans, his hands eagerly pulling at the slit of your dress to expose your thighs. His fingers are warm as they slide up the plush flesh, squeezing shamelessly as you pull his belt through the loops and toss it to the side, "not embarrassed about your little collections anymore?"
"What I do with my Maxim subscription is between me and the comfort of my bedroom."
"Better read than Playboy, eh?"
"With the same beautiful women. Are you going to Prom Night me or what, Seokmin?"
"We're using that as an adjective now? Prom Night-ing?" He huffs, your lips parting with a soft gasp as lithe fingers squeeze the swell of your ass over the lace of your underwear. "I wasn't going to take your virginity in a car."
"Well, someone else has that shit now, and we did it on a fraternity beanbag."
"I don't want to hear about that. The guys you've been with didn't deserve you in the first place."
"Then prove you deserve me more than they did." You whisper against his lips, "and it'll be like it never happened. Just you, just me. Yours, and mine."
He sits for a moment, his eyes boring into yours as he slides his hands over your hips carefully. He kneads the soft skin between his fingers, nibbling on his lip as his thumb toys with the hem of your panties before plucking at it.
"What if you regret it?"
"Seokmin, we've had a thing for one another for the last nineteen years. We're as cliché as they come. Probably down to the ring and the house and the kids, if you want them."
He blinks, nodding slowly as he clicks his tongue.
"You think Mingyu knows?"
"Are we going to keep talking about my brother?"
He presses his lips to yours, a mumble of no slipping out as he pulls you higher on his lap. Your fingers undo his pants easily, the sound of the zipper catching his attention as your hand dips beneath the fabric of his boxers to palm at his cock. His fingers immediately slip between your legs, pulling the embarrassingly damp fabric of your panties to the side to circle your clit with his thumb. Your thighs tighten around his hand, your gasp swallowed by his lips before you pull away, letting him kiss down the expanse of your neck and littering the soft skin with nips of his teeth.
His fingers slip lower as your thumb swipes over the leaking head of his cock, shaky breaths falling from your lips as he circles your entrance with his fingertips before pushing in slowly. He sighs against your chest at the wet sound of your cunt swallowing his fingers, a whimpered groan falling from your lips into his shoulder.
"Seokmin, we s-should—"
"We should go upstairs."
It's a tumble to get out of the car, his pants hastily buttoned and your fingers shaking as you try to unlock the door. He pushes it open from behind you, shoving it closed with his foot once you both step inside and pinning you against it. He pulls your coat off as he kisses you desperately, throwing the coat over a bunch of boxes labeled bedroom before his hands wrap around your thighs and lift you up. You wrap your legs around him instinctively, the kiss turning to teeth and tongue as he carries you in the direction of your bedroom.
"I could worship you for the rest of my life and it still wouldn't be enough to deserve you." He mumbles against your lips as he nudges the bedroom door open, your cheeks heating as he sets you on the edge of your bed gently. He pushes you back against it, kissing you carefully — a total switch up that makes your head spin as he cups your face with one hand, his knee slotting between your thighs as you move to lean back on your elbows. "I would've waited ten more years if it meant you'd come back to me."
"Seokmin," you pout against his mouth, only for him to kiss you chastely before his hands move to gather the fabric of your dress at your hips. You sit up, letting him pull the dress over you and toss it across the room before his hands slid down your sides. His eyes don't make you feel self conscious as they trail over you, his fingers hooking with the waistband of your panties and easily pulling them down your thighs. He shamelessly tucks them into his pocket, smiling inwardly as he kisses your parted lips.
"You're a pervert."
"You're beautiful."
"Well don't be nice to me, it ruins the purpose."
"It's banter, gorgeous." He trails his lips down your jaw, making your skin prickle as his hands spread your thighs. He traces a path down your chest, murmuring soft praises as he kisses each of your nipples before kissing down your soft belly, his hands massaging the muscle of your thighs as he spread them further. He drags his lips across your hips, peering up at you through his lashes as he litters kisses on the inside of your thighs, kneeling at the edge of your bed.
"Seokmin."
"Patience."
"I waited ten years, isn't that enough?"
He raises a brow, sinking his teeth into your skin and making you flinch, before quickly running his tongue over the mark.
"I waited ten years, too, you know." He says pointedly, his lips ghosting over your clit before he presses an open mouthed kiss to it. Your thighs twitch around his head as he pulls you closer to his face, "I spent the entire week fucking my hand, thinking about you in that little skirt at the grocery store."
He doesn't let you reply, opting to slip his tongue between your folds in long, languid strokes — gathering your arousal in his mouth before swirling the tip of his tongue around your clit. Your spine arches off the bed as he sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth, your hand carding through his hair and giving it a harsh tug as soft pants fall from your lips. His fingers slide down your thigh, prodding at your entrance gently before sinking in carefully, your thighs closing around his head as he works you over with his tongue. Your mewled moans of his name fill the air, your hips rutting against his face earning nothing but hums and curls of his fingers as he finds that spongy spot that makes your legs tremble around his head. Your heels dig into his shoulders as the wet sound of your cunt around his fingers hits your ears, your cheeks burning hot as the coil in your belly snaps with a whimper from your lips.
You can feel him smile against your skin, the smug bastard.
"Did so well for me, honey." He whispers against your thigh, his fingers slipping out of you slowly and circling your clit. Your skin prickles as you jerk away from him, closing your legs around his hand as he catches your ankle before it hits him, using it as leverage to pull you flush against the tent in his pants. "You can give me another, can't you? Just one more, baby."
He keeps his eyes on you as he kisses up your calf, his fingers still tracing circles on your clit as you squirm. He kisses the side of your foot, his teeth tugging at the strap of your heel around your ankle to grab your attention.
"One more."
"On your cock."
"Whatever you want, baby."
He slips his hand out from between your thighs to shuck his sweater off, tossing it somewhere in the room before reaching into his back pocket and pulling his wallet out — procuring a gold foil packet between his fingers. You sit up, rolling your eyes as you pluck it from his hand, flicking it across the room before pulling him closer to you and kissing the bulge in his pants. Your fingers unbutton them swiftly, mouthing at his cock over his boxers.
His hand drops his wallet as your fingers curl around the waistband, his own raking through your hair as your spit soaks through the fabric before you pull them down his thighs. Your hands circle the muscle, digging your nails into the side as you lick the tip of leaking precum. He bites down on his lip as take him deeper in your mouth, peering up at him through your lashes as the tip hits the back of your throat. You sink slightly further, your nose brushing his lower stomach as he groans, gathering your hair in his hand asyour hand slides up his thigh, cupping his balls as you slowly bob your head up and down his length. You pull off briefly with a soft gasp, lips swollen as you kiss his shaft before he pulls you away gently.
"Later," he whispers, bending to press a kiss to your spitslick lips. "Lie back, baby."
"Seok—"
"Later, I promise."
You pout but do as you're told, leaning back on your elbows as he kicks off his pants, toeing off his shoes before you reach to undo your heels — only for him to grab your ankle and pull your leg away from you, "leave them on."
"Freak."
He doesn't reply, only smiling inwardly as he spreads your thighs for him, your cunt still glistening with his spit and your cum. He wraps his hand around himself, sliding the thick head of his cock through your slick folds with a soft moan. You rut your hips up, begging for any kind of friction when he pins you to the mattress, "be patient."
"Fuck me."
"I am."
"You're taking your sweet ti—" Your sentence is cut off by his cock sinking inside you slowly, a smirk playing on his lips as your eyes flutter shut. He holds your thighs apart, his eyes trained on the way your cunt sucks in him, his lips parted as he buries himself to the hilt inside you. Your breathing is shallow as he presses his chin to his chest, the low light of your bedroom light showing off all the soft contours of his body as your fingres itch to touch him.
He leans forward, brushing a kiss to your lips as your hands slide up his arms, digging your nails into his shoulders as he gives a tentative roll of his hips. A punctuated fuck falls from your lips, making him trail wet, open mouthed kisses down the curve of your throat. His hand snakes between you, thumb finding your clit and pressing against it hard as he rocks into you with a barely controlled pace that settles the idea in your brain that he wants you just as bad as you want him.
"Feel so good, baby," he whines into your neck, his hips meeting yours with hard thrusts that make your breath hitch in your throat. "Such a good girl, yeah? Say you're mine."
"'M yours," your voice is hardly steady as you can taste the embarrasingly close end on the back of your tongue, your limbs fuzzy as you drag your nails down his back. He shivers, your walls clamping around him as he drags his lips down your neck, holding your knees tight to your chest as he swirls his tongue over one of your nipples. You thrust your chest up, your back bent in half as his cock drags deliciously in your spasming walls as you stave off your orgasm. "Want to you cum inside me, p-please."
"Please, huh? My baby's so polite…" he kisses back up your chest, dragging his tongue up the slope of your neck before his teeth tug at your earlobe. "You're mine, right? My girl. Mine."
You nod with a soft whine, your orgasm ripping through you and making your body feel hot as he spills inside you. Your fingernails are digging into his biceps, tears pricking at your eyes as he fucks you through it, your thighs shake around his waist, his hands quickly sliding over them and squeezing the soft flesh. Your skin is slick with sweat as he kisses down your chest, "you did so good for me, baby. So good."
You drape an arm over your eyes, embarrassment coating your cheeks in warmth as he carefully undoes the strap of your heels without pulling out. You feel his fingers gently circle the reddened dip of the straps, massaging the spot as you clench around him. He jerks in response, making you gasp as you close your legs as much as you can with him holding your ankles. He's still hard inside you, his hands pulling your ankles together over one shoulder and giving a slow roll of his hips; your hand darting out to push his hip away.
"S-Seokmin—"
"Just one more. You can do it, I know you can."
Your hand on his hip slides off, "slow. I mean it."
"Whatever my girl wants."
"You."
"You have me, baby."
"And you're mine, too?" You peer up at him, eyes glossy with unshed tears as he nods, stopping his movements to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. You scrunch it, pursing your lips for a kiss. He obliges, speaking against your lips.
"I'm yours, Y/N."
IT'S VERY OBVIOUS THAT NEITHER OF YOU REALLY STUCK TO THE STORY THAT SEOKMIN GOT DRUNK AND COULDN'T DRIVE HOME.
You're twenty-eight years old, sitting on your couch with your twenty-nine year old (newly pronounced) boyfriend as your brother (unfortunately, also his best friend) screams like a husky wanting out of the house. He goes on and on about the integrity of a promise — apparently, Mingyu did know that Seokmin had the hots for you way back when, and made him swear he would never make a move on you. It doesn't help that you and Seokmin both spill the beans at the same time about how the two of you almost slept together the night of your prom — making Mingyu rub his face in embarrassment as he paces in front of you both.
"Fine, fine! Whatever!" He exclaims, throwing his arms up in defeat. "You win! Just don't ruin my sister's life and I won't fucking kill you."
You chew on your lip, shifting in your brother's old, paint-stained t-shirt as he huffs, crossing his arms on his chest.
"So you're not mad at me, right, Gyu?" You murmur, and Seokmin immediately scoots closer to you, tucking you into his chest as your older brother sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Well, it's not like I didn't expect this." He mutters, "neither of you are very good at keeping your feelings a secret."
"Then why are you over here yelling like a banshee?" You ask, and he sighs again, crouching next to your coffee table.
"Because you're my sister. It's my job to embarrass you and also yell at any of my friends that think they have a chance with you." He says pointedly, before looking at Seokmin. "I mean it. She was gone for ten years, and if I lose her again I'm killing you. The grave will be a ditch in Appalachia and no one will ever find your fucking body."
Mingyu didn't stay to help unpack, instead handing the task over to Seokmin with the label of it being 'to prove he was worthy of being with you.' He left with a kiss to the side of your head and a sniff at Seokmin, stalking out of your apartment and slamming the door so hard the walls shook.
"…He wouldn't actually, would he?"
"No, I'm pretty sure he would. It's the could that I'm skeptical about, Mingyu can't even go hunting."
Seokmin snorted, laying back on the couch and pulling you on top of him with a soft brush of his lips to your cheek.
"Well, he doesn't have to worry about it. After all, I could spend the rest of my life worshipping you and it still wouldn't be enough."
Thoughts on 14th member reader being the "daughter" of the families of each member?
Like, whenever a member comes home to their family, their family always asks about reader?
Each members family is fond of 14th member reader (in short)
(if you're fine w it, maybe make the reader have a horrible past of her own family, and the members know about it–and they also tell their families, and thats where the fam-fond-of-reader branched out)
Thanks! Please always take care of yourself💓
Love Speaks for Itself
(OT13 x 14th member!Reader)
*platonic, found family, comfort, angst-to-healing, slice of life, fluff, found family, warmth*
Content warning: mentions of past emotional abuse, family trauma, neglect (no graphic depictions, mostly comfort)*
Before SEVENTEEN, there was silence.
Silence when you cried yourself to sleep.
Silence when you whispered apologies for things you didn’t do.
Silence when your parents forgot your birthday, again.
Silence when the bruises weren’t physical, but they still bloomed inside your chest.
You didn’t know what love looked like.
Not the kind that stays. Not the kind that listens. Not the kind that doesn't hurt.
And then, you became a trainee.
And then after years of dancing until your body begged to stop, singing through hoarseness, and pretending you weren’t lonely something happened.
They debuted you.
As SEVENTEEN’s 14th member.
A risk. An experiment. A maybe.
But for the first time in your life you were chosen.
And SEVENTEEN? They didn’t just welcome you.
They adopted you.
From the beginning, you were their sister. The youngest. The softest. The one who made even Jeonghan act like a responsible older brother, who made Seungcheol keep a mini first aid kit in his bag “just in case Y/N trips again,” who made Mingyu remember to pack snacks because “Y/N always forgets to eat.”
You thought it would fade.
That maybe it was just debut excitement. A honeymoon phase.
But three years later, you still had Jeonghan texting you to go to bed. Still had DK braiding your hair before music shows. Still had Joshua bringing you lavender tea backstage when he noticed you biting your nails. Still had Woozi pretending he “accidentally” left songs in the studio for you to listen to first.
And more than all of that…
You had their families.
The First Time You Knew
You remember the first time it happened.
You were in the car with Seungkwan after a long filming day. He was driving you both to his hometown in Jeju for a small holiday.
“I promise, it’s just a dinner,” he said. “My mom wanted to see you.”
You blinked. “Me?”
He glanced at you. “Yeah? She said and I quote ‘Bring Y/N or don’t come at all.’”
You laughed it off, thinking it was a joke. But the moment you stepped through the door and smelled home-cooked food, you froze.
His mother’s arms were already around you.
“Y/N-ah,” she whispered. “You’re thinner. Are you eating enough, sweetheart?”
You froze. Your throat closed. It had been years since anyone asked that like they meant it.
When she set a bowl of stew in front of you and said, “I made this for you, not him,” you almost cried.
Later that night, Seungkwan tucked a blanket around your shoulders while you sat on his family’s couch.
“Kwannie,” you whispered, “Did you… tell her? About my family?”
He nodded, softly. “Only what you let us know.”
You stared at him.
“She said… you’re her daughter too, now.”
He didn’t answer. But his hand found yours and squeezed.
And in that moment, something you thought was broken inside you flickered.
And Then It Became Normal
It wasn’t just Seungkwan’s family.
Jeonghan’s mom started mailing you vitamin packets.
DK’s family invited you to every meal. “Even if Dokyeom can’t come, Y/N should,” they’d say.
Mingyu’s sister called you by your nickname and asked for dance advice.
Jun’s mom in China mailed you mooncakes, wrapped carefully with a handwritten card: “You’re as much my child as Junhui.”
Hoshi’s dad took one look at you during Chuseok and said, “So this is the kid they’ve been talking about.”
You blinked. “Talking?”
He smiled. “Of course. You’re the family’s pride, Y/N. Every single one of them talks about you like you hung the moon.”
And Then It Became Healing
Your birthday came.
You expected a cake. Maybe a surprise dance video. You’d been trained not to hope for more.
But instead
Thirteen boys walked you into a room filled with photos.
Photos of you.
From debut. From your trainee days. From random moments you didn’t even know they took.
Joshua stepped forward with a soft smile. “We didn’t want to celebrate you just because it’s your birthday.”
Woozi added, “We wanted you to see what we see. Every day.”
The wall said:
“To Our Youngest: The One We’re Proud To Call Family.”
You cried.
Ugly, messy tears.
And each of them held you like your pain was theirs, like your story mattered, like they would never let anyone forget your worth again.
Their Families, Too
It was funny how natural it became.
Dino’s mom texted you about your favorite café before you even told her. Seungcheol’s dad saved you a seat at every barbeque. Joshua’s mom sent you devotionals and herbal candies in the same care package. The8’s grandmother told you over the phone that she considered you a granddaughter now.
And sometimes, when you had nightmares of your past, you’d wake up to a text:
[Mom] Y/N-ah, I had a dream you looked sad. Are you okay?
It would always be one of their moms.
One Day, You Asked
You sat beside Woozi in the practice room, both of you working on a song.
It was quiet, golden hour painting the floor in honeyed light.
And then you asked:
“Why do they all… care so much? Your families. You guys. I’m not even blood.”
Woozi looked at you, then turned back to his guitar.
“You know,” he said, “my mom once told me something.”
“What?”
He strummed a soft chord.
“She said family isn’t made of blood. It’s made of kindness that shows up even when it doesn’t have to.”
You stared at him.
He met your eyes.
“You showed up for us. For years. You gave us laughter, support, songs, warmth. You made this group better not because we asked you to, but because you chose to.”
His voice went quieter.
“And we all saw what you lost. What you never got. So we decided, as quietly as we could… to give it to you.”
You looked away, eyes burning.
“And our families,” he added, “They just followed our lead. They see the light you bring to us. How could they not love you too?”
Now
It’s been nearly five years since your debut.
You’re no longer “just the 14th member.”
You’re Y/N. The moodmaker. The heart of the team. The glue.
Carats adore you.
You write lyrics now. Direct stages. Mentor rookies. You're adored in interviews. You’ve grown.
And still
When Seungcheol visits home, his mom says, “Did Y/N eat? She looked pale in the last live.”
When Joshua goes to church, the aunties say, “Tell that sweet girl to come next time.”
When Vernon visits LA, his sisters ask, “How’s our favorite?”
And when you win an award, you get thirteen texts that night from different moms and siblings and cousins and grandparents — all saying the same thing:
“We’re proud of you.”
“You’re family.”
Because you are.
They made sure of it.
And they always will.
Even if you never got it from the people who brought you into this world
you found it, here.
In thirteen brothers.
In a sea of parents who chose you.
In love that doesn’t walk away.
And every time someone asks, “Whose daughter is Y/N, anyway?”
