It's a cold, breezy winter morning, and you were laying down in yours and Seungmin's bed alone, the smell of pancakes, coffee, and bacon arose from the kitchen.
Seungmin had just gotten done making breakfast for the both of you, placing the mugs and plates on the living room table. You got out of bed, half-asleep, hair all messy, and your eyes slightly hooded.
"Good morning, Jagi. I made breakfast for us." Seungmin said, without a glance at you. He was cleaning up the mess he had made in the kitchen cooking. You thanked him for doing so, and as well as for the food. Seungmin sat down next to you, giving you napkins and rubbing your back. "Thank you for making breakfast, Minnie.. It looks really good." You said, leaning onto his shoulder.
You started eating the pancakes, and boy, they were delicious. You practically inhaled it!
You always admired Seungmin's cooking skills, all he made was pure perfection when it came to food. "Is it good, angel?" He said with the most genuine and soothing voice as well as a small, warm and gorgeous smile. God, he's so cute..
"Yes, it is." Was said by you, followed by a kiss on Seungmin's cheek. You continued eating, same as Seungmin, until you finished the plate and finished your coffee. Seungmin and you stood up and walked to the kitchen, cleaning your dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. This was a normal morning for you two.
Seungmin plopped down on the couch, looking for something to watch TV. He eventually found a show, an anime to be specific. It was called 'Kimi Ni Todoke'. You and Seungmin were enjoying it, the main character and her boyfriend reminiscing you of when you and Seungmin first met. Time flew by, and by the time you reached the 7th episode, it was already lunchtime.
"What should we eat for lunch, Min?" You both look at each other simultaneously. "Hmm.. does bibimbap sound alright?" He asked. You nodded in agreement, and took a small nap while he was cooking.
He woke you up, rubbing your shoulder. "Love, lunch is done.." You ate, snuggled up next to Seungmin, watching cartoons, movies, shows and whatnot. Seungmin kissed you, on the lips, of course. He smiled. He really liked to see you enjoy his cooking. "You look so cute, Y/N.." Minnie said, looking at you with a lazy smile. " I love you, Minnie.." you kissed him, later on, both of you falling asleep.
ᑉ³warnings; Reader has their period, mentions of weight (kinda),
ᑉ³Authors Note; Based on these requests. thank you for trusting me :)
Part of the You get your period collection Other members parts: 𐙚Bangchan 𐙚Lee Know 𐙚 Hyunjin
The plan was simple: brunch, bookstore, and a walk through the park.
It wasn’t anything extravagant—just a slow, soft kind of date day, the kind you’d both been talking about for weeks but never got around to because of schedules, obligations, life.
But finally, finally, Seungmin had a day off. A real one. No rehearsals, no recordings, no last-minute meetings. Just you and him, the way it used to be before things got so hectic.
You’d missed him more than you wanted to admit out loud.
Texting and phone calls only did so much. His voice on the phone couldn’t replace the warmth of his hand in yours. A blurry selfie couldn’t replace the look he gave you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. You weren’t needy—you didn’t think so—but you missed him. Badly. And the thought of having a whole day with him again made your chest ache in a completely different way.
So yeah. You should’ve been excited.
But the second you woke up, that hope started to vanish.
You felt it before you even opened your eyes—a dull, twisting pain low in your belly that spread into your lower back and hips. Your legs were heavy. Your stomach was tight and bloated. Your skin felt like it didn’t fit right. You were cramping, bloated, groggy, and moody all at once. A textbook worst-day-of-the-period kind of morning.
You groaned into your pillow, tempted to text him “rain check?” and just bury yourself in blankets for the next six hours.
But then you remembered:
he’s finally free today.
And your heart tightened.
No. You didn’t want to reschedule. You didn’t want to wait another week—or two, or three—for this again. You wanted to see him, to be near him, to finally be the one thing in his day that wasn’t work.
So, you dragged yourself out of bed.
Barely.
You slipped into the shower, letting the hot water run over your tense shoulders. It helped. A little. You took your time, hoping the warmth would ease some of the ache. When you stepped out, you felt marginally more human, but still fragile — like glass with a hairline crack.
You didn’t want to put real clothes on yet, so you went searching for something soft and loose. You ended up pulling one of Seungmin’s hoodies off the back of a chair—big, worn-in, and smelling faintly like his cologne.
You tugged it over your head and padded out of the room quietly, damp hair clinging to your neck, arms tucked into the sleeves.
Seungmin was already stretched out on your couch like he paid rent, one leg tossed over the armrest, phone balanced on his chest. You hadn't even heard him come in, but you should’ve known.
He had a key now—said it was just in case, but that “just in case” had somehow turned into him letting himself in more often than not. At this point, you were more surprised when he wasn’t there.
He looked up the second he heard your door click open, his brows lifting as he took in the sight of you walking in, hair damp, cheeks flushed from the hot shower, swallowed up in one of his hoodies.
You didn’t even glance at him as you passed, heading straight toward the kitchen.
He frowned and craned his neck to look over the back of the couch. “Good morning to you too, sunshine.”
You didn’t say anything. No sarcastic reply, no fake gasp of offense, not even a groan.
“Grumpy already?” he called after you. “The day just started. Go back to sleep and try again.”
Still nothing.
You shuffled past him again with a glass of water, moving like you were stuck underwater. You felt bloated, achy, and just… off. But you’d pushed through worse. You could do it again. One more day. One more smile.
Seungmin sat up properly this time, tossing his phone aside.
“Okay, seriously. What gives? You usually threaten me at least twice by now.”
You forced a tight smile and turned toward him. “Sorry. Just… tired.”
He gave you a long look, head tilting slightly. “You sick or something?”
“No,” you said, too quickly. “Just… didn’t sleep well.”
He didn’t say anything for a second, just kept watching you with that quiet sort of concern he didn’t always voice out loud. His eyes narrowed, faintly suspicious, like he could tell you weren’t giving him the full truth but didn’t want to push too hard just yet.
“Mm,” he hummed, nodding once. “Alright. I’m gonna go grab coffee then. Your usual?”
You nodded, grateful for the temporary escape.
“Be back in ten,” he said, already grabbing his keys. “Try not to spontaneously combust while I’m gone.”
You gave him a weak thumbs-up, and he lingered a moment longer—like he wanted to say something else—but then he just slipped out the door.
Once he was gone, you exhaled. Hard.
You dragged yourself into the bathroom, dragging a brush through your damp hair, watching the dull expression on your face as you reached for your makeup bag. You didn’t feel like doing any of this, but if you didn’t at least try to look halfway decent, you were going to spend the whole day convinced you looked like hell on top of feeling like it.
You were halfway through applying concealer when Seungmin returned, balancing two cups in one hand and a small paper bag between his teeth. He kicked the door shut behind him.
“Your highness,” he said, offering it like a butler. “Medium roast, oat milk, two sugars. Not the weird syrup you like though, they were out.”
“Just put it on the counter,” you said, not turning around.
“Okay then. Someone’s clearly still a ray of sunshine,” he muttered, placing the coffee and bag down.
You caught his reflection behind you in the mirror as he leaned against the bathroom doorway, sipping from his own cup, watching you work on your eyeliner.
He didn’t say anything, but you could feel the weight of his gaze. It made your skin itch.
“What?” you snapped, not meaning for it to come out so harsh.
He blinked. “Nothing. Just watching.”
“Well, don’t.”
He held up both hands. “Alright. Damn. Sorry for looking at my girlfriend.”
You set your eyeliner down with a clatter and turned toward him. “Can you just—not hover? Please?”
Seungmin frowned, pushing off the doorframe. “Okay, what is going on with you today?”
“Nothing is going on,” you said too fast again, voice rising. “Why does something have to be wrong just because I’m not skipping around the apartment like some Disney character?”
He stared at you. “Because you’re snapping at me for literally just standing here."
You turned away from him, biting down hard on the inside of your cheek as you tried to steady your breathing.
You finished your makeup in silence, wiping under your eyes one last time, willing yourself to hold it together for just a little longer. Then you grabbed your clothes from the bed—a soft blouse and the same jeans you wore last week without issue—and stepped into them.
Except… they wouldn’t button.
You tried once. Twice. Then again, lying back on the bed like you used to do in high school. Still no luck. Your fingers trembled as you gripped the waistband harder, trying to force them closed.
Seungmin lingered in the doorway, watching the struggle in quiet confusion at first. But when you made a frustrated noise in your throat and yanked the jeans off completely, he blinked in alarm.
“Hey—babe, it’s not that serious—”
“It is,” you snapped, louder than you meant to. You grabbed another pair. Same result.
Your chest was tightening again. That hot pressure building behind your eyes, threatening to spill over.
Seungmin approached carefully, hands still at his sides, like he didn’t want to set you off.
“I’m just trying to help,” he added quietly, more hurt than angry now.
That did it. The frustration cracked.
You let go of the pants, shoulders shaking, and suddenly you were crying. Hard. Like chest-heaving, hands-covering-your-face, can’t-breathe kind of crying. It startled even you.
“I know you are!” you said, voice trembling. “That’s why I’m trying so hard not to make today about me being a mess, okay? I wanted today to be good—I needed it to be good, and I feel like crap, and I can’t even explain why without crying like an idiot!”
Your voice broke on that last word, and as if on cue.
Seungmin froze for a second, like he wasn’t sure if he should stay still or move closer. But then he stepped forward, slowly, and gently rested a hand on your back.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Hey, come here.”
You didn’t resist when he pulled you into his chest, arms curling around you. His hoodie smelled like clean laundry, coffee, something warm and grounding—and your hands fisted into the fabric instinctively.
“Hey. Look at me. It’s okay.”
You couldnt bring youself to look at him, just pulled him even tighter. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled into his shoulder.
“Don’t be,” he said immediately. “You’re allowed to feel like crap. You don’t need to fake it for me.”
You sniffled, still clinging to him. “But I wanted today to be—”
“It still can be,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Even if it’s just me holding you while you cry for a little bit.”
You didn’t answer—just let yourself stay there, tucked in against his chest, slowly letting your tears run their course.
He didn’t rush you. He just held you tighter.
He held you like that for a while. Not saying much. Just warm and steady and present.
Eventually, when your breathing had evened out and your face wasn’t so blotchy, you peeled back slightly—just enough to look at him.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered again.
“Stop apologizing,” he said, rubbing your back.
You gave a weak laugh and wiped your nose with your sleeve. “I’m just… I’m on my period, okay? And it’s bad this time. Like, really bad.”
There was a pause.
“Oh,” Seungmin said, and you could practically hear the mental click as everything slotted into place. His eyes widened slightly. “Ohhhh. That makes sense.”
You gave him a flat look. “What does that mean?”
“I mean—that’s why you were moving like a haunted Victorian ghost.”
“I don't know why I date you.”
He grinned, but it was softer now. Gentler. “You should’ve just told me.”
“I didn’t want to cancel our day,” you mumbled, curling into yourself again. “We’ve been planning it for weeks.”
“Yeah, but I’d rather spend the day wrapped up in blankets with you than dragging you around while you’re in pain,” he said, brushing your hair back. “I like you for you, not because of our plans.”
You sigh.
“Seriously,” he added. “We can stay in. Watch something dumb. I’ll even make you tea or rub your back or whatever magic thing is supposed to help with cramps. We can still make today good.”
You hesitated. “Even if I’m gross and bloated and moody and cry over jeans?”
He raised a brow. “That’s just Tuesday to me.”
You let out a small laugh, still watery but real this time. “You’re so annoying.”
Seungmin smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your temple. “Yeah, Whatever.”
The softness of it made your chest ache in a different way—not from frustration this time, but from the warmth blooming behind your ribs. You felt the sting of fresh tears threatening again, but these ones didn’t burn. These were safe.
“Come on,” he murmured, tugging you gently by the hand. “Couch. Blanket. Cuddles. Let’s go.”
You didn’t resist as he guided you toward the couch, letting yourself sink into the cushions with a sigh. He tossed a soft throw blanket over the two of you, then tucked you against his side like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, brushing his lips over your hair this time before getting up.
A minute later, he returned with a small parade of comforts balanced in his arms: a mug of tea, your favorite snacks, a heating pad, and his smug grin.
“What did I do to deserve you?” you asked, blinking up at him as he settled back beside you.
He handed you the mug and wiggled his brows. “Probably saved a planet in your past life.”
You snorted. “Yeah, that explains a lot.”
Once everything was arranged—tea in your hands, heating pad on your stomach, blanket cocooned around the both of you—he grabbed the remote and scrolled through your watchlist.
“Something dumb and cozy,” he reminded you, stopping on a feel-good romcom. “Perfect level of plot and nonsense.”
You nodded, already sinking deeper into his warmth, your cheek against his shoulder.
As the movie started playing, you sighed again—this time content—and nestled closer. Seungmin wrapped his arm around you, fingers tracing light circles on your arm, and whispered, “Told you we could still make today good.”
You didn’t need to say anything.
The way you laced your fingers with his said it all.
The movie played quietly in the background, colors flickering across the screen, but you weren’t really watching.
Your focus was on the steady rise and fall of Seungmin’s chest beneath your cheek, the quiet rhythm of his breathing like a lullaby. His arm stayed snug around you, fingertips drawing slow, absent-minded patterns into your shoulder, soft and reassuring.
You exhaled slowly, letting yourself melt into him completely—his hoodie, his warmth, his presence. The tension in your body, the ache behind your eyes, the storm that had felt so overwhelming just an hour ago… it was all fading now. Like it had been chased away by the way he held you without asking for anything in return.
“I feel safe,” you murmured quietly, not really meaning to say it aloud.
But Seungmin heard. You felt his breath hitch for a moment before he pressed another kiss to your hair, slower this time, like he was sealing in the words.
“You are,” he said simply.
Your heart swelled, quiet and full. No dramatic music, no grand gestures—just the feeling of being wrapped in the arms of someone who really saw you, even when you were at your messiest.
Eventually, your eyes fluttered shut, lulled by the comfort of it all. And Seungmin didn’t move. He just stayed there, a steady heartbeat beneath your ear, a gentle anchor in the quiet.
You didn’t need the movie.
You didn’t need anything else.
You had peace. And him.
ᑉ³warnings; SMUT MDNI,Jealousy, dirty talk, swearing, fingering, Spanking,impact play, face sitting, oral ( f reciving) Smut. SMUTTT minors do NOT interact
ᑉ³Authors Note; Happy kinktober day 4 “face sitting” :)
Part of the kinktober collab with @dandelions-143
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You watched with mild amusement as Seungmin struggled to twist open the jar in front of him, his movements growing more frantic with each passing second. His brows were furrowed in concentration, lips slightly parted as he fought with the stubborn lid, his knuckles turning white.
He let out a small, pained whimper, his tongue darting out to swipe at his lips. The poor guy had underestimated how spicy the food was, and now his tongue was on fire. Desperately, he clung to the jar of honey in his hands, hoping to cool down the burn.
“Need some help there?” you asked, leaning against the counter with a teasing grin. You knew exactly what was going on—he was desperate to open the jar before the fire on his tongue got any worse.
Seungmin shot you a sideways glance, his pride clearly taking a hit as his cheeks flushed from more than just the heat. “I got it,” he muttered, going at the jar again, this time using both hands, the burn making him more frantic. You could hear the faint hitch in his breath as his frustration grew.
You snorted, unable to contain your laughter. “You sure? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like that jar is winning.”
Seungmin paused, eyes narrowing at your mocking tone as he swiped at his burning lips again. “It’s stuck. That’s all.”
“Uh-huh.” You stepped closer, your grin widening. “Let me show you how it’s done, weakling,” you teased, your voice full of mischief.
He huffed but, in his desperation, finally handed over the jar, his tongue probably feeling like it was on fire. He shot you an annoyed glance, clearly irritated by your teasing but also too desperate for relief to argue. Taking the jar in your hands, you made a show of cracking your knuckles, raising an eyebrow at him before effortlessly twisting the lid off with one smooth motion.
“There,” you said triumphantly, holding the now-open jar up like a trophy. “All it took was a little strength. Something you wouldn’t know about.”
Seungmin stared at the jar in your hand, then back at you, his face flushed with both embarrassment and the heat still burning his tongue. Without a word, he snatched the jar from you, dipping a spoon inside to shovel the sweet honey into his mouth, letting out a soft sigh of relief.
You stifled a laugh as you watched him, but Seungmin’s cheeks were burning even more now—this time from the embarrassment of the whole situation. Avoiding eye contact, he muttered between bites of honey, “It was already loose. You didn’t really do anything.”
You grinned, leaning closer to him, your face inches from his. “Mm-hmm, whatever helps you sleep at night. You know, it’s okay to admit that your girlfriend’s stronger than you. It happens."
He shot you a look, his embarrassment giving way to a cocky smirk as he crossed his arms. “I’m letting you have your fun now. But we both know, if I really tried, I’d win in a heartbeat.”
“Oh really?” you said with a bratty laugh, setting the jar down and stepping even closer. “That’s a big claim for someone who couldn’t even open a jar."
Seungmin took a step closer, his competitive side surfacing now. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
You raised your eyebrows, leaning in slightly. “Is that a challenge?”
He hesitated for a moment before shaking his head with a laugh. “No. I’m not going to stoop to your level.”
“Translation: you’re scared,” you teased, poking him lightly in the chest.
“Sure, sure,” you said, ruffling his hair playfully. “But until then, I’ll be here, ready to open all your jars and carry all your heavy things. Someone’s gotta be the muscle in this relationship.”
He tilted his head slightly, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “Alright, alright,” he said, his voice dripping with playful challenge. “You’re so strong, huh? How about you prove it?”
You blinked, surprised at his sudden shift in tone. “Oh? You actually want me to prove it?” you said, tilting your head with a playful smirk. “What do you want me to lift? Another jar? Your pride, maybe?”
Seungmin laughed softly, the sound low and mocking. “Nah, something a bit more challenging. Let’s see you lift…... me.” He gave you a look that dared you to try, his brow raising in challenge.
“Oh, you think you’re clever, huh?” you teased, stepping forward and poking his chest. “You think I can’t lift you?”
He shrugged nonchalantly, though you could tell he was barely containing his amusement. “Well, if you’re as strong as you say, it shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
You narrowed your eyes, sizing him up. “Fine. Watch me.”
You moved to grab him, but before your hands could even land on him, Seungmin’s smirk widened. Suddenly, his arms snaked around your waist, and in one swift motion, he threw you over his shoulder like nothing.
“Wait—what the hell?!” you squealed, your feet kicking uselessly in the air as he held you with ease, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.
“Seungmin! Put me down right now!” you shouted, trying to squirm out of his grip, but it was no use. He was surprisingly strong, and you couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and amusement.
“You were saying?” he asked smugly, his voice laced with amusement as he looked down at you. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, the earlier embarrassment from the jar incident completely gone. “Seems like I’m the one doing the lifting around here.”
You huffed, still dangling over his shoulder, refusing to back down even in your current predicament. “Just because you can throw me around doesn’t mean you’re stronger,” you grumbled, wiggling in his grip in an attempt to throw him off balance. “I could totally escape if I wanted to.”
Seungmin chuckled, clearly amused by your persistence. “Uh-huh, sure. Keep telling yourself that.”
“I’m serious!” you shot back, your bratty tone getting sharper. “I was just caught off guard, that’s all. You cheated by using surprise. If this were a real contest, you’d totally lose.”
“Oh?” Seungmin’s eyebrow quirked up, his voice dripping with amusement. “I threw you over my shoulder like a ragdoll, and you’re still talking about winning?
You crossed your arms stubbornly, though it was hard to look intimidating while hanging upside down.
“I mean, it’s cute that you think you’re all strong now, but don’t get too comfortable. You’re still the guy who needed me to open that jar for you.”
Seungmin’s grip on you tightened slightly, and you could feel the tension in his body as he tried to hold back his frustration . “And yet, here you are, stuck on my shoulder,” he said.
You grinned to yourself, knowing full well that your bratty attitude was pushing all the right buttons. It was always fun to get Seungmin riled up—especially when you could tell he was trying to keep his cool.
"You know, I honestly don’t know how you get by being this weak. You’d probably lose an arm-wrestling match with a pillow."
You felt as Seungmin's hand came down on your ass, hard.
All you had on was a thin t-shirt and your underwear, the cool air brushing against your exposed skin as Seungmin spanked you
"What did you say?", he said as his grip on you tightened just enough to make you feel the shift in his mood.
Your mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the playful atmosphere from before vanishing.
His hand came down, making contact with your ass again.
He waited, eyes narrowing when you didn’t respond. “Nothing to say now?” His voice was quieter but laced with that same frustration, each word a challenge.
Still, you remained silent, your breath catching in your throat. You could feel your heart pounding, your earlier confidence faltering.
Seungmin’s lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw clenched as he seemed to assess your sudden silence. “You’re real tough when you’re running your mouth, aren’t you?” he muttered, his tone sharper than before.
He spanked you again, his hand leaving a red mark on your skin. You just stayed still, not daring to push him any further.
He scoffed, shaking his head slightly. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. But he didn’t let go, keeping you firmly in place as if to remind you exactly who was in control now.
Your ass was on fire, but you couldn't deny the wetness growing between your legs. His hand came down, this time with much more force. Your body tensed, a small gasp escaping your lips as the impact stung. He paused, as if considering his next move.
Seungmin must have sensed your arousal, because a low growl sounded in his throat, his voice lowering as he spoke, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
You could feel the warmth of his body through his shirt, his grip on you unrelenting.
A shiver ran down your spine, your stomach fluttering at his words. He slid his hand between your legs.
"I knew it." His voice was barely a whisper.
His fingers brushed against your slick folds, causing you to shudder.
He slipped a finger inside, a soft moan escaping your lips.
"Look at you, all wet for me," he murmured, his finger pumping in and out. "Too bad you're being a brat." Your breath caught in your throat, the sensation almost too much.
You were completely at his mercy,
"Don't think I've forgotten about that sassy mouth of yours," he said, a second finger joining the first.
"S-sorry," you stuttered, your mind going blank as he continued to work his magic.
His fingers curled inside you, eliciting another moan.Your hips bucked involuntarily, your body aching for more.
"I don't know what's hotter…. The burning on my tongue or the heat radiating from your pussy.."
"I-I..I know something that will cool it down" You sputtered out as he continued to shove his fingers into you.
"My tongue, or your pussy?" He replied.
"Both" you said quietly.
He put you down, leading you to the living room. He pulls you in for a kiss and he pulls you onto his lap on the couch.
You grind against his growing bulge, eliciting a soft moan from him.
He slides a hand under your shirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He kisses you harder
his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.
Your breathing becomes heavy, your mind clouded with desire. You need more, and you need it now.
"Y-Your tongue.." you pant out reminding him
"You want me to use my tongue?" You nod, biting your lip.
"Please.." you say. His hands trail down to your hips, pulling them closer. You can feel his breath on your lips. He lays back, allowing you to shift your weight, positioning yourself directly over his mouth. You leaned forward, your hands braced on the side of the couch.
Seungmin's tongue darted out, tracing a slow, deliberate path up your length, before flicking teasingly at your clit. You gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily as a surge of pleasure shot through you.
You moaned as his tongue made contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, a shiver running through your body. He swirled his tongue around your clit, eliciting another moan from you.
You gripped the edge of the couch, your knuckles turning white as you struggled to stay upright.
"Put your weight on me." He said gripping your waist and pulling you down. His mouth worked furiously, his tongue lapping hungrily at your wetness. Your hips bucked, your head spinning as the pleasure built.
"Fuck, Seungmin," you moaned, your nails digging into the fabric of the couch. "Just like that."
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh.
"You taste so good," he said, his voice muffled. "The honey doesn't compare to how sweet you taste."
He continued to tease and suck your clit, the pleasure overwhelming. He was holding you up with ease, with no sense of struggle. Your eyes closed, your breathing ragged as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
"Ride my face baby"
"Y-Yes," you gasped, grinding against him.
"Yes what?" He replied.
"Y-Yes.. Sir"
"Good girl," he praised, his hands guiding your movements. You gripped the edge of the couch, steadying yourself as you rode his face, moaning as his tongue plunged deeper.
Your legs were beginning to give out and Seungmin could sense your struggle to stay up.
"What happened baby." He said teasingly as his tongue prodded your entrance. " I thought you were strong.. You can't even hold yourself up."
He gripped your waist tighter, pulling you closer as he began to thrust his tongue in and out of you, fucking you with his mouth.
You were trembling now, the pleasure almost too much. It wasn't long before you felt the familiar tightening in your belly.
"Fuck, Seungmin," you moaned, grinding against him, desperate for release." I'm gonna.. I-I..I have to cum.. I ne-need to…to.. I wanna cum all over your p-pretty face.”
He chuckled, his tongue swirling around your clit, causing your whole body to shudder.
"Come for me, baby," he murmured, his voice husky.
You threw your head back, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you came.Your legs shook violently, and your entire body convulsed. Seungmin kept a tight grip on you, keeping his tongue buried deep inside of you.
Seungmin didn't let up, his tongue continuing to work its magic as you came down from your high. You collapsed forward, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.
"God, that was amazing," you panted, a wave of exhaustion washing over you.
Seungmin smirked, licking his lips as his eyes trailed over you, the hint of amusement still in his voice. "You know," he said, his tone dropping, "my tongue feels much better all of a sudden."
His smirk deepened, the earlier frustration in his voice now replaced with smug satisfaction. "Guess you didn’t need to open that jar after all."
hey bookie can you fight 🥊 because what WAS THAT EX BOYFRIEND TEXT FIC OMG I lowk want to believe chan’s is a continuation of “what we were” from ages ago but I did NOT sign up for tears at 5am in the morning where I live
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also ilysm thanks for feeding us now i gotta read comfort fics 😔
this is literally me, do you think i can fight?
imma be so fr, i forget like a quarter or the things i write/the plots of things and i completely forgot about why we were chan. it’s like changbin (?) saying that they didn’t have a song called 3racha but ykw chan’s could be a continuation or like, the limbo period between what are we and what we were
also tears at 5 am are what you sign up for following me. it’s in the terms of agreement when you hit follow. gotta read the fine print nonnie
no but seriously sorry, it came out way sadder than i intended when writing 😅
