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🐾 rumor mill───𝓈tray kids
( 애인 ) when you get dating rumors with seungmin because you both love pochacco. thank twitter. or don't. 💭 :: 28ss fluff illit member!rea changbin being a freak no one thinks seungy/n can pull one (1) tadc reference
𑣲⋆ note ⸝⸝ @kloversung & @yawwni cameo in there #girlfriends
Seungmin and his girlfriend getting cuteness aggression over eachother
an: i love the seungmin is pochacco agenda and i will continue to support it. i kinda wanna do this with the other members as sanrio characters
lipstick stains💋
please, baby. just… just kiss me already.
pairing: bf!seungmin x gn!reader
wc: 1056 words
synopsis: you ask seungmin to do the trend where he wipes off lipstick from your bottom lip, only you two have never kissed before.
warnings: fluff, kissing, suggestive?? but not rlly, petnames (baby), seungmin is whiny heeheheheh
a/n: hi i was feeling extra single so this was my coping mechanism! writing a scenario that i wish would happen to me! happy bday minnie <333
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“We should do that trend where you wipe lipstick off the bottom of my lip and I pan to your face covered in lipstick marks,” you suggested. You were lying on Seungmin’s chest, doomscrolling. He was on his phone too. His hand rested on your head, and his thumb swiped over the crown of your head absentmindedly. However, when you said that, he stopped abruptly. He looked up from his phone with wide eyes.
“That’s… wow. I mean, yeah, I’m down,” he said. Seungmin was your shy boyfriend. You two had been dating for a few months now, but you’d never really done anything more than hold hands. Not because it was weird or anything, you two were fine with physical touch, but you just… never got around to it like that. But now… that was going to change. He swallowed once, and you got up from his bed.
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬
⤷ ゛ ⋮ ⌗ ┆ 𝓝on-𝑰dol! 𝓢eungmin × 𝐅em! Reader ˎˊ˗
᭙ʜᴇɴ ⸝⸝ girl scout season comes around it’s another season Kim Seungmin hates more than anything, until walking by your booth he makes it apparent thin mints might not be the only cookie he wants.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ │ smau, crack, fluff, cursing, sex mention, reader is helping her niece,
⟶ [ 𝐤𝐚𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ] happy birthday to me , got no plans but love me some cake 😛 ♡ ︎ [ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢 ]
requested!
mdni 18+ — soft sex w/ seungmin
the moment he got you alone, he's all over you. warm, scattered palms and lips firm against yours. like he's trying to slip through the cracks and be a part of you. hungry but savoring.
at dinner, you were so polite. a small fundraiser for charity seungmin brought you to where you'd eventually leaned over and raked your hands in the back of his scalp. you hadn't said anything but you threw an innocuous smile his way. it knocked the wind out of him. soft, dinner ambient lighting in a warm hue. the room was full but it felt like you were the only one there.
he's carefully running his hands down the back of you dress, fishing for the zipper. his lips are swollen from his little display of having you flush against the hotel door. security inside, privacy where he can cherish you like you deserve. seungmin laughs to himself, voice low as he presses his fingers into the seam where the zipper is hidden.
"i consider myself to be a very patient man. you just— god, i couldn't stop watching you, everything you do is so... fuck, this stupid zipper..."
you hum softly with the corners of your lips raising, "need help there, casanova?"
his reply is instantaneous, pressing his forehead against yours as he finally finds that little piece of metal he was searching for. "first of all... you’re not lifting a finger tonight—" he drags the zipper down, the corner of his thumb just barely touching your skin with every inch he reveals. he feels you shiver and listens to the way you stop a breath from coming out in full.
"second of all, don't call me that... casanova. like i'd dare love and leave you."
seungmin's hands push the sleeves of your dress down as he flattens his tongue against your pulse on your neck. moaning a small noise at the taste before closing his mouth down to suck a mark into your skin. something that'll send a message to others if they dare get a glimpse. your own hands are working to tug off his own clothes after you let the dress fall to the floor. he'll give you that one task tonight, being polite.
he pulls from your neck and lets his eyes rove over you. you're a vision wrapped in lace. his hands find purchase around your waist, thumbs rubbing back and forth over your skin. you're exceedingly warm and ready. "all for me, angel?"
and just because you're a tease, you reply, "no, for my other boyfriend."
seungmin is secure. confident and content and happy with you, why would he ever have a reason to be jealous of a stupid, cheeky joke? he just grins, glad you can keep up with his playful nature even at a time like this... and lifts you off of the ground to make you squeal so joyous.
"ah, your other boyfriend?" he muses against your neck as he sets you on the bed, clambering over you. seungmin thinks you look gorgeous laid out on hotel room whites. he shrugs off the now unbuttoned white dress shirt he was wearing, thanks to your handiwork earlier while he was preoccupied. seungmin burrows his head back into your neck. you smell like a perfume he bought you, one he swatched against his hoodie so he could have your comfort all day.
"does your other boyfriend know how beautiful you look like this? yeah?" he leans back a bit to pull at his belt, the soft clinking of metal filling the room as he stares down at you with a humored look. you just lie back against the pillows like something out of a painting. "does this... other boyfriend make you feel good? does he know how to get soft whimpers out of you? talk to me, angel..."
"only you do," you whisper as seungmin's body comes down onto yours, as he's stripped to his boxers, his arousal unable to stay hidden with the tent in his pants. your hands come around his neck as he kisses between your collarbones. your words make him hum and roll you both onto your sides, so he can spoon you. his hold on you is of desperation but also, tenderness.
"yeah... only me... kinda feel bad for your other boyfriend, though."
"idiot..."
"one more time, lovie...?"
he doesn't let you finish in his game of teasing, seungmin's hands are already pulling your panties off like the wrapper to his favorite candy. he thinks you're sweeter though. that got you silent really quickly as one hand is splayed on your shoulder blades to keep him pressed against you, the other sliding down the curve of your ass and down your thigh to prop it up over his hip. seungmin's eyes flit down so he can capture your lips into his, which you gladly accept.
with his arm at such an angle over your side, his fingers naturally find your wet heat, chuckling into your mouth as he eats up your soft whine. not teasing. he loves that he can unravel you like thread from a few words and touches.
seungmin lets his fingers slide through the mess of your folds, sinewy strings of arousal that makes his cock jump. when you part breathless from his lips, your tongues are connected in a string of saliva. seungmin likes the mess. it's human, carnal.
his forehead comes down onto yours as he brings his middle and ring finger to rub tight and slow circles over your sensitive clit, letting out a condescending gasp when you mewl into his neck. such a pretty sound. your hips are twitching, mimicking the motions of grinding against all but two of his fingers.
"let it out, lemme hear it..." he brings his middle finger down your slit, lithe digit pushing past the initial ring of muscle and eases his way in. curling, pulling out as many choked out sounds from your lips as he can. "you're so wet... were you thinking about your other—”
"not now. please."
"yes, ma'am."
seungmin slips a second finger in, curling and prodding against familiar spots that make stars shoot up your spine. his other hand presses firm against your spine, you're not going anywhere. you tend to do that, run from your own pleasure. he thinks its cute. a sentence to tease you is right on his lips, but falters when he sees you panting and looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes. damn you, woman.
"c-can we... can we do it like this, m-min?"
seungmin hisses out a curse under his breath, only because he's so unbelievably filled with love and his desire for you. he nods his head rapidly, kissing your cheek and panting into your ear as he scissors his fingers in deep to your cunt, grinding his palm slowly against your clit. each drag across your bundle of nerves when he pulls away fills his ears with the creamy sound of your wetness.
"any way you want it, i'm yours, angel."
he's parting his fingers from you, regretfully. but with the way you're clinging onto his shoulders, it easy to see that the only thing either of you wants and needs right now is him to be inside of you. he lays on his back for a moment to pull his boxers down, unceremoniously throwing them across the room in a way that makes you giggle.
never was there such a perfect woman. he spoons you again, your leg over his waist as seungmin brings you in close. his nose skims you cheek as his hard cock twitches against the inside of your thigh, making him gasp sharply. his forehead finds yours again, and your eyes are already on his.
"you really are an angel," seungmin whispers as if anyone else can hear. it makes you whine when he takes the soft tip of his cock over your clit and rubs over it. like he's making sure you still want him. and when he finally sinks himself into your sopping hole—
"just like heaven— fuck, that's it... c'mere. closer, angel..."
seungmin's arms hold you in a bear hug, chest to chest, impossible to separate. he wastes no time bucking his hips up into yours, sliding his wet cock in and out of your plush and tight walls. your panting and gasping whimpers bounce around his head.
"m-minnie!" you cling to him as his movements jostle you, praying that the hotel has good enough walls to support hiding the sounds of you and the bed. seungmin presses a firm kiss to your temple as he lets out a sound deep from his diaphragm.
"good girl, good fucking girl... be a pretty angel and l-let me do everything... ngh— pretty princess... you smell so good! like cake— fuck! just l-let me fuck you..."
seungmin's more chatty than usual, whining and whimpering into your neck as he thrusts up into your pussy. but every other breath is met with an almost animalistic sound from his chest. he can feel every clench and ridge, and if he were to look down between where you two connect, he would see a creamy ring forming at the base of his cock from how much pleasure he's giving you.
while his pace may be fast, the motions and strokes are gentle. seungmin knows balance, he knows control. "is that the spot, honey? right there? talk, angel, please... 'm losing my mind—"
"please don't stop!"
"don't even ask."
with a little extra help of his hand coming between your bodies, his palm splays on your navel, thumb slipping out of his control from how wet you are on your clit. the sound you make sounds like pure ecstasy, your head thrown back and allowing for seungmin to nip and lap at your skin. seungmin could come right then and there, listening to the sounds your lips and cunt make with every slap of slick.
but you’re close. he can feel it with every spasm and pull in further of your warmth snug around him. his own neck bends back, bangs sticking to his forehead. as much as he doesn’t want this to end, he needs to bring you to the height of your orgasm. needs you to go boneless and limp.
seungmin’s teeth graze your ear, breath hot and wanton with sharp, punched out growls and whines.
“come for me, angel. can f-feel you… gah— fuck, i love you—”
that’s what makes you cry out. you go silent before you do though, before the wave finally hits you. ears ringing, seungmin holds you as tight as he can and glides in and out of your twitchy hole with the goal to let your ride your high and bring himself to the edge as well.
“oh my god! you’re so beautiful, fuck, fuck, fuck! i-i’m coming, honey, i’m…”
his dick pulses once. then twice in rapid succesion, before you can feel him spill deep inside you. seungmin’s words falter as he gives a final deep thrust, rolling over atop of you with his weight and sobbing out a high moan into your neck. you gasp sharply at the pleasurable feeling, his cum practically leaking from deep within you. there’s no other sound besides that of your breathing intermingled and heavy panting.
your hands run through his hair, his face brought down to your chest where he tugs at the lace cup of your bra to kiss hickeys and lick mindlessly at your skin.
“fuck… sorry i made a mess… ruined your makeup… i can… i can clean you up though…”
not a single thought in seungmin’s mind reflects anything about cleaning. not really… seungmin’s cleaning involves his head between your legs for the remainder of the night until you decidedly go down on him to make up for it (which he will profusely be a brat about).
he raises his head and you see how red his face is. eyes glossy and full of love, before he huffs out a breathless laugh.
you smile tiredly at him, biting your lip, before kissing his own forehead. seungmin sucks in a breath and deflates against you, letting his eyes close as he rests his head to hear your heartbeat coming down. he lets out a sigh, the same way a puppy does when you're unsure why its sighing in the first place.
"yes, min...?"
"tell me you love me."
eyes softening as he props himself above you on his elbows, lips almost tugged downward on his face. lovelorn despite being naked against you. you grin, one akin to the same he'd given you earlier as you cup his cheeks in either of your palms. after all that, he still needs to hear those words from your soothing voice. even if it's a bit wrecked. it's his favorite sound.
"i love you, minnie."
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author’s note: another request from an anon! getting into the swing of things with the smuts ^-^ shout out to the seungmin yearners out there! many other requests are in the works!
── .✦ spin the bottle.
⟢ pairing: kim seungmin x reader
⟢ genre: friends to lovers, slight angst, fluff, college au
⟢ word count: 3.1k
⟢ summary: getting to kiss your crush during a spin the bottle round sounded like a dream. when your crush just so happened to be your best friend, however? things could maybe get a little bit complicated…
⟢ author’s note: i couldn’t come up with any proper title for this story so this one will have to do. cliché. straight to the point. anyway, this was a request from this prompt list and i had a lot of fun writing it! i hope you enjoy it<3
In all the years that you and Seungmin had been friends, there had not once been an awkward moment between the two of you.
Being with each other was like breathing—natural, easy. You didn’t have to think of what topic to bring up in order to keep the conversation going, because just seeing one another was enough for your words to flow freely. And, even then, you didn’t need to talk in order to fill the silence at all, because even if silence took over, it was always a rather comfortable one that could never turn awkward between you and him.
Until that night.
You knew nothing good could come from playing spin the bottle when your crush was sitting right there next to you. Even worse, when said crush of yours sitting right there just so happened to be your best friend.
You had turned it down immediately, actually. The moment one of your friends brought the idea up, you were fast to shake your head in disagreement—not even dreaming of playing and either getting to kiss Seungmin and put your friendship at risk, or possibly seeing him kiss someone else right in front of you.
But then you looked next to you, to your quite eager best friend already standing up to join the circle being formed by everyone else sitting down on the floor, and suddenly the image of him kissing someone else weighted more than the one of you ruining your friendship, and before you could give it a second thought, your legs were already pulling you up and dragging you towards the rest of the group.
Seungmin looked up to you as you came closer to him, only to furrow his eyebrows in confusion when you walked past him and sat diagonally to where he was, instead of next to him like he had expected you to. Tilting his head, you didn’t need him to say anything for you to understand what he was asking you. And you simply shook your head, giving him a soft, closed-mouth smile in reply—silently telling him not to sweat it.
You, on the other hand, were sweating it.
Three rounds in, and with two out of three pairings having made out in front of the entire room—one of them having stuck to taking the penalty shot—you felt your stomach twist as soon as the bottle was spinned once again and you watched the bottom of it land on Seungmin, while its top roughly missed you by one person.
Petrified, and as if you had rehearsed it, both you and him followed the tip of the bottle towards the girl sitting down next to you like you were in a horror movie.
a series of phone calls with increasing time zones, proving that not even distance can break true love
idol!seungmin x reader, 5k words, fluff, long-distance au (seungmin on tour), angst, one argument, explicit themes but not graphic!! (implied masturbation, sexual intercourse) so mdni!
⊞﹑ᶻᶻ﹒⪨﹐ꜛ WHEN YOU STOP DURING A KISS ﹒⁂ꜝ
享受 ! .°. ݁₊ 𐙚 gn!reader, cw: kissing/making out, pet names, slightly suggestive, nothing much not proofread :P
CHAN
He blinks, dazed and breathless, still leaning forward like his lips are chasing yours. “Wait, what— Did I do something? Was it too much? Too fast? Was my nose in the way? I knew I should’ve angled more to the left—” He immediately goes into concerned boyfriend mode, rubbing the back of his neck, rambling nervously with furrowed brows. You can literally see the gears turning in his head trying to figure out if he messed up. When you explain that you just got flustered or wanted to look at him, he MELTS. Like full-on gooey marshmallow mode. “You… pulled away just to look at me?” Cue soft little chuckle, hands cupping your cheeks now, and he kisses your forehead.
LEE KNOW
You pull back mid-kiss, and for a moment, Minho just stares at you. Unmoving. Unblinking. He looks entirely unbothered… until you catch the faintest twitch of his brow. “Wow,” he says flatly. “Did I bore you mid-makeout?” You try to explain maybe you were flustered, or your brain short-circuited, or your stomach made a weird noise but he just squints at you, suspicious. “So you’re telling me I was putting in my best effort, and you just exited the app mid-update?” He looks personally offended for 0.5 seconds. Then smirks. “No, no, it’s fine. I’ll just go kiss the cat instead. She never pulls away.” (You hear him muttering to Soonie under his breath five minutes later: “At least you appreciate my affection…”) But he does end up pulling you back in, much gentler now, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “If you ever stop again,” he murmurs, “you better have a damn good reason. Like a meteor. Or Hyunjin screaming.”
CHANGBIN
At first, he’s frozen mid-pucker, lips still slightly parted, eyes blinking like he’s buffering. “…Huh?” He looks around like someone just unplugged his brain, then turns back to you with the most confused expression you’ve ever seen. Like a golden retriever who got told “no” for the first time in his life. “You— You just stopped. Was it me? Was I too aggressive? Too soft? Did I miss? Did I kiss your chin again?! I knew I should’ve practiced more—” You try to calm him down, but he’s already spiraling into self-doubt. Even throws his arms out like he’s in a drama scene. “I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME. You found someone with softer lips, didn’t you?” When you finally tell him the reason whether it’s you getting shy, needing a breather, or just being caught off guard by how cute he is, he immediately softens. “Oh. You think I’m cute?” Cue him grinning like a kid on Christmas. “Say it again. Say it three more times. Wait no, kiss me again. Right now. We’re finishing what we started.” Then he makes you reenact the kiss properly, “for closure.” (And yes, he absolutely brags about it for the rest of the day like it’s an Olympic sport.)
HYUNJIN
You pull away mid-kiss with zero warning, and Hyunjin just… stares at you. Lips still parted, eyes wide and sparkly with confusion and betrayal. He blinks once. Then twice. “…Did… did you just cancel me?” You try to keep a straight face, but the way he dramatically slumps back against the nearest surface arms flopping like he’s just been dumped in the most poetic way makes it nearly impossible. “Was it not good? Did I go too fast? Too slow? Was I… too pretty?” You: “You’re literally fine.” Hyunjin: “Fine? That’s it?? Not devastatingly handsome? Not kiss-me-right-now worthy? I’m gonna cry.” (He’s not going to cry. But he will roll onto the floor like an offended cat and mutter to himself in vague Shakespearean despair.) But when you admit you were just teasing him, he gasps. “So you played me?!” Cue playful chaos. He tries to act offended, but he can’t stop smiling. He corners you two minutes later, grabbing your waist like he’s about to perform a slow-mo drama scene. “You’re not getting away with that. Try pulling away again and I’ll chase you into next week.” Then kisses you again just to “reclaim his pride.”
HAN
You pull away mid-kiss, and it takes him a second to catch up. His eyes are still half-closed like he’s waiting for the sequel. “…Did the Wi-Fi cut out or something?” You try not to laugh, but he’s already leaning forward like, “Hello?? I was loading. Why did you press back?” When you don’t immediately explain yourself, he clutches his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. “Don’t do this to me. I already have abandonment issues from when my ramen slipped into the sink that one time.” You: “Jisung—” Jisung: “That one time.“ Once you finally admit you were just teasing him, or got distracted, or simply felt like it he flops dramatically onto your lap, face buried in your stomach. “Unfair. You know my brain is slow and my heart is weak. You can’t just hit the brakes like that.” Then he pops his head up, grinning. “But also… if you wanted me to beg, you could’ve just said so.” Cue chaotic, overly dramatic puppy-boy behavior for the next hour. Constantly bringing it up with zero context. “Remember that time you broke my heart during a kiss?” “That was literally ten minutes ago.” “And I’m still healing.” But he forgives you with extra kisses just to “finish what you started.”
FELIX
You pull away mid-kiss, and at first, Felix doesn’t even notice he’s still leaning in with his eyes closed like he’s waiting for the encore. Then he opens one eye. “…Did I miss the cue?” You’re quiet for a second maybe your mind wandered, or you suddenly remembered that you left the laundry in the washer, or you were just overwhelmed by a random intrusive thought like “Do penguins have knees?” Felix tilts his head, trying to read your expression. “Wait… are you okay?” You nod, explaining it’s nothing serious, and that your brain just lagged a little. He chuckles softly, brushing a thumb over your cheek. “You pulled away like you just got hit by an existential crisis mid-kiss.” (He’s not wrong.) Then he gets serious for a second, gazing at you with those gentle, worried eyes. “You sure everything’s okay though? You don’t have to kiss me if you’re not feeling it. I’m just happy being with you.” You were fine, but now you’re blushing over how sweet he is. Felix gives you a soft smile and taps your forehead. “Next time your brain wanders during a kiss, just tell me what you were thinking. Unless it was about taxes. Then keep it to yourself.” Five minutes later, he texts you a meme of two penguins cuddling. Felix: "They DO have knees btw."
SEUNGMIN
You pull away mid-kiss, and Seungmin immediately blinks at you like you just skipped a line in a script he had memorized. “…That’s it?” Deadpan. Expression unreadable. Hands still resting casually on your waist, like he’s not even pressed about it. “Wow. That was… what? Three seconds? Impressive commitment.” You’re trying to explain maybe your brain short-circuited, maybe you remembered you left your phone on the stove, maybe you just needed a moment. But he’s already shaking his head like a disappointed tutor watching you fail basic math. “I rearranged my entire breathing pattern for that.” You: “You’re being dramatic.” Seungmin: “I trained my lips for days.” You roll your eyes, but he’s already pulling slightly away, crossing his arms like he’s filing a mental complaint. “Don’t worry. I’ll just log it in my diary. ‘Kiss: interrupted. Trust: broken.’ ” But the second you lean in again thinking he might actually be annoyed he’s already pulling you back with a smirk, voice low near your ear. “Next time you pull away, you better give me a good reason. Like your soul leaving your body. Otherwise, I’m finishing what you started.” And even though he acts so chill, later that night he won’t stop smiling to himself. Quietly. When no one’s looking.
JEONGIN
You pull away mid-kiss, all innocent, like you didn’t just commit the ultimate crime against his entire soul. He blinks, stunned. Lips still parted. Offended in 4K. “…Did you just— reject me in HD?” You: “Relax, I’m just teasing.” Jeongin: “Relax? RELAX? You can’t just pause mid-kiss like we’re on a Netflix trial—” He dramatically clutches his chest, spinning away like he’s in a low-budget romance drama. “I trusted you. I gave you my lips. My time. My chapstick. And you do me like this?” You’re wheezing at this point, but he’s not done. He turns back around slowly, finger pointed. “Don’t come crawling back when you want more. This factory is CLOSED.” (Factory reopens 12 seconds later when you give him puppy eyes.) Still, he acts like you have to earn it now. He’s all smug, leaning back like, “I don’t know… should I kiss you again? Are you mentally prepared this time?” But when you finally do kiss him again properly this time he just grins against your lips and murmurs: “Took you long enough. I was literally seconds away from texting Chan that I’ve been emotionally betrayed.”
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