Seungmin is the type of guy to invite you to the recording studio out of sincere 'boredom'. he has to record his lines and it's only him, 3racha and some staff in — it's not like he misses you or anything.
Seungmin is the type of guy to fix you as you peek inside, sheepishly greeting the staff and apologising for disturbing the session. his eyes keep track on you despite the glass-wall separating the two of you, already wishing that you could come to his side instead of taking a seat onto the personnel's couch.
Seungmin is the type of guy to give you those big, puppy, eyes during the entire session. idly swinging his arms, he'll drag the recording on purpose just so that everyone gets tired and postpone the rest for tomorrow.
Seungmin is the type of guy to not even attempt to hide his amusement as everyone begins to leave one by one. chan throws the keys at him, telling him to close up when he's done. you're still here, it's just you and him now.
Seungmin is the type of guy to ask you to come to his side, hand motioning in his direction. watching the door click shut behind you, approaching him. "want to try?"
Seungmin is the type of guy whose 'trying' results in him dropping to his knees in front of you, one leg thrown over his broad shoulder to keep balance as he buries his face into your cunt. "hm, look at how wet you are. were you thinking about this?" truthfully — he was. it's obvious that he was.
Seungmin is the type of guy to rejoice at the sound of your moans being loud and clear inside of the recording booth, each sighs and gasps echoing against the walls deliciously. his heart is racing, he didn't even lock the front door, knowing that any of the members could walk in right now, or worse — a staff. but the risk is what makes the overall experience more exciting.
Seungmin is the type of guy to run his teeth softly across your bud or folds just to feel you jolt above him, indulging in the painful pleasure before soothing it with a wet kiss. tongue falling out to tease at your entrance.
Seungmin is the type of guy to pull away the second you're about to reach your high, turning to suck at the swell of your thighs instead. blatant in his mocking with how he laughs at your coiling expression.
Seungmin is the type of guy to finally give you a chance as your fingers rush into his hair, a harsh tug that burns at his scalp. feels so good to have you desperately grind against his face, basically riding your clit on the curve of his nose.
Seungmin is the type of guy to moan at your sudden pace, tongue rolled out for you to use at your pleasure. flat as your folds glide over it, pussy throbbing with a threat of cumming.
Seungmin is the type of guy to smile wide as you gush around him, arousal wetting his mouth and chin. cleaning you up at his own accord until you're pushing him off from sheer overstimulation.
Seungmin is the type of guy to get turned on when a knock thuds against the door, a voice asking if there's anyone inside. a palm lays over your mouth, urging you to keep it down as his other hand slides between your thighs. once again, he's not done with you yet.
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other member ver: bangchan lee know changbin hyunjin han felix seungmin i.n
( 뮤즈 ) ⃕ ωhen yours and a strangers kiss cam goes viral on the internet, you now make it your life’s mission to track him down — only you don’t know he is doing the exact same.
এ smau fluff strangers to lovers female reader explicit texting they both horn dogs
“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.
You smiled mischievously. “I’ll go get my lipstick.” You left the room in search of your bag and lipstick.
When you came back to Seungmin’s room, your red lipstick in hand, he looked scared. Well, okay, not scared, but he was definitely afraid of what you were about to do to him. Which was nothing bad! Probably.
“Don’t ruin my face, please,” he said, backing away from you until his back hit the headboard.
You sat down next to him, the mattress sinking slightly. “I won’t, I won’t…” you promised. Oh, you were so messing up his face. You opened the lipstick and applied the first layer to your lips. “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”
Seungmin’s breath hitched. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
You scooted closer to him and cupped his face gingerly. You looked at your boyfriend. Really looked at him. His cheeks were flushed already, his lips parted, and his eyes were fixed on your mouth. You smiled to yourself before you pressed a kiss to his forehead.
Seungmin whined. Like a dog (affectionate). “Hey… that’s not fair.”
You laughed softly. “Patience, Minnie.” You reapplied the red tint to your lips and kissed his right cheek next. Then his left.
Seungmin’s eyes fluttered shut. “This is actually torture. Please, baby. Just… just kiss me already.”
You ignored him. Once again, you reapplied the lipstick and pressed your lips to his nose, to his chin, and then trailed down his jaw, peppering kisses along his hot skin. His breathing became more labored.
“Baby…” he started, and your heart stuttered at how he looked. His cheeks were pink, and he was looking at you with such intensity that you felt butterflies. His eyes were hooded, and he tried again. “Baby, please.” That was what set you off. You leaned in and finally, finally gave him what he wanted.
You pressed your lips to his, and he let out a groan into your mouth. He pulled you closer, moving his hand to your neck. He was desperate, you could feel it. Seungmin deepened the kiss. You two were intertwined, lips moving in tandem, and you couldn’t get enough. Now you felt guilty for not kissing him sooner. His nose bumped yours as he tilted his head to kiss you harder. You felt his fingers tug at your hair, you felt his teeth nip at your bottom lip, you felt him. All of him. Why the actual heck hadn’t you kissed him sooner????
Seungmin broke away first, his breaths coming in sharp pants. “Wow,” was all he said. You couldn’t have said it better yourself. Wow.
You cleared your throat. “I’m, uh, gonna finish marking your face now. For the video.”
Seungmin nodded, too quickly. “Yeah. Okay, yeah, you do that.”
You placed a few more kisses on his cheeks for good measure and then sat back to admire your handiwork. Seungmin’s hair was tousled, like someone had run their hands through it several times (Yeah, someone had. You.), his face was covered with red, but what really stood out to you was his mouth. God. His lips were swollen, smeared with a crimson tint, and you could see the smudges on the skin around his lips. He looked very thoroughly messed up, you thought.
You grabbed your phone from your pocket, smirking. “Wanna see yourself, Minnie?”
He groaned. “No. I’m scared of what I’ll see.”
You opened your camera and showed him the marks on his skin, and he whistled. “Damn. You really just went to town, huh?”
You felt your face heating up. “It’s for the trend!!!”
He rolled his eyes playfully. “For the trend. Sure. You know, if you wanted to kiss me that badly, you could have just asked like a normal person.”
You swatted his shoulder. “Shut up! You were the one who was kissing me like you were dying!”
The tips of his ears turned red. “Yeah, well you kissed me back!”
You huffed. “Let’s just record the video now.”
He nodded, and you hit the record button. You picked up your lipstick once more, swiped across your lips, and made a messy line outside of your bottom lip. Seungmin’s thumb gingerly wiped off the red from your skin, and you panned the camera over to him. To his face, covered in your lipstick stains. He was looking at you with stars in his eyes. A gentle smile spread across his face, and you stopped recording.
He touched his forehead to yours, and you ran your fingers through his hair.
“We should do this more often,” he said, his voice low.
You laughed and replied, “What, I should cover your face with lipstick more often?”
Seungmin pouted and rolled his eyes. “No. You should kiss me more often. God, you’re such a little-”
You cut him off with a kiss, which he reciprocated instantly. You broke away with a smirk. “I’m a little…?”
Seungmin flicked your forehead lightly, sighing. “You should be thankful I like you,” he said with no animosity in his voice. He pulled you into his arms again, and you nuzzled into his neck.
“I should probably wipe off all of this, huh?” you asked, poking his cheek.
“In a minute. I just want to hold you like this for a while longer,” he whispered into your head. And you were content with that, in his arms. His hold remained tight around you, and his face stayed covered with lipstick stains.
⭑.ᐟ MAKE HIM CRACK: KIM SEUNGMIN (NSFW / 18+ ONLY)
: ̗̀➛ pairing: kim seungmin x brat fem!reader and lee felix x reader
: ̗̀➛ word count: ~8.5k
you swore seungmin never wanted you like that. you were so sure. so your boyfriend, felix makes a bet: if seungmin really doesn’t want you, then he won’t crack—no matter how hard you push. felix is sure he will. you’ve got three days to prove him wrong.
author's note: part two is here 😭 thank you so much for being patient. it felt like it took a while for me to do but honestly I’m surprised to have finished it. this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written and i apologize…but please read part one if you haven't already. enjoy! ♡
the door opened before your knuckles even pulled back.
felix stood in the doorway wearing a white silk button-up. the top two buttons were undone and his hair was swept back in a way that made you want to scream into a pillow. or maybe into his pillow.
“hi,” he said, smile all sunshine-warm.
“hi.” you said, before kissing him lightly “i missed you,” you murmured.
“you saw me yesterday, baby.”
“and?”
felix grinned. “i missed you more.”
he stepped aside so you could slip inside.
normally, he’d pick you up for dates. always showing up at your door, walking you to the car like he was escorting you to prom. but tonight’s dinner spot was closer to his place than yours, so it made more sense for you to come here.
but you weren’t mad about it.
there was something about walking into his space that made you feel like you belonged there. your toothbrush could be in his cup and your hoodie could be on his chair and it wouldn’t be weird at all.
“you look beautiful, angel,” felix said in his deep voice that always made you melt a little in the knees.
you leaned in, fingers smoothing over the front of his shirt, flattening a wrinkle that didn’t really need fixing.
“and you look handsome,”
felix leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “i’m gonna grab a few more things and then we’ll go, okay?”
you nodded as he padded down the hallway, disappearing into his room. you stayed by the door, fidgeting with your dress, a smile still ghosting across your lips—until you heard a voice.
muffled, but sharp. coming from the living room.
you turned, stepping lightly until seungmin came into view. he was half-slouched against the edge of the couch, phone to his ear, brows drawn in the pinch he wore when he was trying very hard not to care about something that was obviously bothering him.
“i told you i didn’t want that. from the beginning. don’t act surprised now.”
there was a pause. a sharp sigh.
then, “alright. goodbye.”
he hung up and stood still for a second, shoulders rigid.
then he turned and nearly jumped when he saw you standing there.
you raised an eyebrow. “you good?”
“peachy,” he muttered, slipping his phone into the pocket of his hoodie as he stepped toward the entryway.
you tilted your head, watching him reach for his sneakers. “you’re going out?”
“apparently i'm emotionally unavailable and it's suddenly a crime to not want commitment,” seungmin said dryly, crouching down to tie his laces. “so i thought i’d go for a walk.”
you blinked. “that didn’t sound like a walk kind of phone call.”
“it’s either that or drink half a bottle of soju and regret spending that night with her.”
her?
“maybe if you stopped fucking around with people, you wouldn’t have to walk it off every time one of them gets feelings.” you said, leaning against the wall with a shit-eating grin.
he stood up slowly, brushing imaginary lint from his hoodie. “is there a reason you’re always in my business?”
“is there a reason your business is always messy?”
just as he was about to reply, felix came around the corner, adjusting the watch on his wrist.
“ready to go, love?” he said, stepping beside you.
“she’s bullying me,” seungmin muttered, pulling his coat on.
“sorry,” you teased.
he rolled his eyes but there was smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “i’ll live,” he muttered, zipping his coat up.
as you stepped into your shoes, felix held the door open for both you and seungmin.
felix locked the door behind the three of you. “you going far?” he said to seungmin.
“just around,” seungmin said as he paused at the edge of the sidewalk and shoved his hands into his pockets. “have a good night, you two.”
felix gave him a warm nod. “bye, min.”
you lingered for a second, eyes meeting seungmin’s just as he glanced at you. you watched him for a beat, the curve of his shoulders as he turned away to walk. he didn’t look back.
felix’s fingers slipped between yours.
you turned to him, and without a word, he lifted his eyebrows slightly.
shall we?
you smiled, breath curling in the cold air.
“we shall.”
clink.
your glasses touched with a soft chime, the candlelight bouncing off the rims and catching in felix’s eyes. you took a sip of your wine then set your glass down and reached across the table for his hand.
felix's fingers curled around yours instantly, thumb brushing soft circles into your skin.
his rings caught the candlelight, the silver warm with reflected gold.
and maybe it was the wine.
or the fact that he hadn’t let go of your hand yet.
but your mind wandered—back to that night. that split-second where he paused, where his hands tightened on your hips and everything shifted. you remembered the tension that flared the moment seungmin slipped into the room even if it wasn't physically.
you still didn’t know what kind of tension it was. good or bad. angry with or without jealousy. felix lived in that gray space.
all you knew was that it made him touch you like he’d never get the chance again. all the memories rushed through you like heat. the way felix had grabbed your wrists, when his breath had gone rough and uneven, his voice had dropped.
your thighs pressed together under the table. god, why are you thinking about this?
“felix,” you said quietly.
he looked up instantly.
“yes, love?” he asked, voice soft.
you opened your mouth, but you weren’t sure what you meant to say. his calm gaze stayed on you, but his fingers didn’t stop drawing circles across the back of your hand.
you hesitated. “does it bother you?”
“what?” he said.
you glanced down at your joined hands, your voice barely above the soft clink of cutlery.
“i just mean… seungmin. and i know we bicker.” you swallowed. “i just… i don’t know. i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it after that night with you.”
there. you said it.
not the full thing. but felix would get it. he's felix.
“i don’t know if you seemed bothered by it,” you said quietly. “or if you were just talking about seungmin in the moment. as part of the, you know… act.”
felix didn’t speak and he stilled. your heart sank just a little.
“but just so you know, seungmin and i spoke to each other the next morning.” you added quickly. “trust me, there is nothing you should be worried about. he told me that himself.”
felix stayed silent.
his eyes didn’t leave yours, but he didn’t nod. didn’t speak either. why was he being quiet!
all of the sudden, he let out a soft laugh under his breath.
you looked up fast. “why are you laughing?”
he leaned in a little, lips tilted in a warm smile.
“y/n.”
“mhm?” you swallowed nervously.
his eyes searched yours.
“you know i have every reason to be worried, right?”
your breath hitched, but he shook his head, just once.
“it’s okay,” he said softly. “i’m not mad.” he never is.
he let his thumb drag across your knuckles again.
“but you have to stop pretending,” felix murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “that seungmin doesn’t want you.”
your heart stumbled. “what?”
felix looked up at you with softness that hurt more than it helped.
“y/n,” he said, patient but firm. “come on.”
you blinked, hard. “he doesn’t,” you said immediately, waving your hand. “seungmin doesn’t want people. you’ve seen him—he barely tolerates women unless they’re his mom or his sister.”
“or you.” felix added.
you stared at him, throat tight. “this is crazy.”
felix watched you closely. and you hated the part of you that wasn’t sure if you were trying to convince him. or yourself.
“is it?”
you sighed, letting go of his hand. “look. i’ll admit there’s something between us. okay? a pull, maybe. i don’t know. but seungmin? he’d never admit that. not to me, not to you, not to anyone. he doesn’t do that.”
felix’s smile returned then. “doesn’t mean it’s not there.”
“felix,” you said gently, “he actively looks like he wants to jump into traffic when i talk to him.”
his voice was quiet, but too clear. “and he also actively looks at you like he wants to fuck you.”
your eyes widened. you immediately looked around the restaurant. candlelit tables. a couple two seats over. someone’s mom having a birthday behind you. there are too many people in this room for him to talk like that. you leaned in fast.
“he’s too blunt,” you said, voice lower. “also stubborn. i could show up naked and he’d probably throw a blanket at me and tell me to get therapy.”
felix tilted his head. “wanna bet?”
the word made something stutter in your chest.
your mind pulled back, flashing through another bet.
your heart skipped. “what kind of bet?”
felix sat back slightly, “you push. just a little. if he cracks, i win.”
you stared. “and if he doesn’t?”
“then you were right,” he said simply. “and i’ll never bring it up again. either way, you’ll still get what you want. you wouldn’t mind the prize of losing either.”
your brow creased. “which is…?”
felix’s thumb brushed slow over your knuckles. his gaze didn’t waver.
“to fuck him.”
your heart lurched so hard you swore the wine in your glass rippled. your mouth opened—some reflexive denial hanging on the tip of your tongue—but nothing came out.
you went silent.
this was fucking wrong.
“i know it,” he said gently. “you won’t say it. you won’t even admit it to yourself. but it’s there. i see it, angel.”
your skin was suddenly hot. you never wanted to admit it fully. but the second felix had said it, something inside you had twisted tight, like your body had been holding the truth longer than your mouth could.
you wanted to see seungmin lose control. just once. wanted to know how he’d sound when he cracked. wanted to know how far felix would let this go.
you already knew the answer. as far as you wanted. because felix would never say no.
he leaned in closer, voice barely above the ambient hum of the restaurant.
“and you know i’ll give you anything you want,” he murmured. “like always. right?”
you swallowed hard.
your brows pulled together. “well, what do you get out of it?”
felix tilted his head, fingers brushing gently over the top of your hand.
“seeing you happy.”
he meant it. that was the problem. he always did.
“how can you be okay with this?” you asked, voice shaking.
felix didn’t answer right away.
instead, he reached across the table and gently took both of your hands in his, his thumbs brushing over your skin like it was delicate, precious, breakable.
“angel,” he said, voice low, “look at me.”
you did.
“i trust you,” he said. “so much.”
your throat tightened.
“whatever happens,” he continued, “whatever this is, i trust you.”
his hands squeezed yours gently, like he could feel the shake in your bones even if you weren’t showing it.
you really loved him.
it hit you all over again, how good he was, how he held you like you were the only person in the room, even when you were confessing something that should’ve ruined everything.
“i love you,” you whispered, because there was nothing else left to say. “you can trust me.”
felix smiled, eyes softening, voice barely above a breath.
“i know,” he said. “i love you too.”
then, with a small smile, you reached for your glass. “it’s settled.”
felix followed, his fingers brushing yours as he lifted his.
another soft clink echoed between you.
that evening, after the bet was sealed, you and felix spent the rest of dinner going over the rules. his terms were pretty thoughtful and complex. seungmin’s bet had been simple. blunt. a single dare and a deadline.
exactly like the two of them.
felix often thought in layers while seungmin struck straight at the center.
sixty bucks was on the line—same amount as last time, because felix was sentimental like that.
the rule was that once seungmin kisses you, it’s over. that was the clear marker. if seungmin’s mouth touched yours with intention, felix won.
you had three days to get seungmin to crack.
three days to find out if felix was right.
the next day, you were at dance practice, watching felix from the couch like you always did when you had a free hour and he didn’t.
he loved it when you were there. said it made him more focused. you weren’t sure about all that, cause you knew his eyes flicked to you between sets.
after an hour of relentless choreography, felix finally stepped off the floor, tugging his hoodie off his head and shaking out his hair.
he slumped onto the couch beside you with a dramatic sigh and dropped his head back against the cushion, breathing hard, chest rising under the thin fabric of his shirt.
“dead,” he muttered.
you turned toward him, trying not to be affected by the way his collar was stretched slightly.
“you look it,” you said.
felix cracked one eye open. “compliment me better.”
“you look hot,” you replied, immediate. then, with a mischevious smile: “literally.”
he smiled. “that’ll do.”
felix laced his fingers with yours.
“you ready?” he asked, voice breathy.
your gaze flicked—just for a second—toward the door.
that had been the plan. after his practice, you’d head down the hall. seungmin’s favourite studio was three doors over.
he squeezed your hand. “you still wanna do this?”
you looked at him.
he was holding you like you weren’t about to walk away from him for another guy—for a bet. and still, he smiled like he wasn’t scared.
you nodded. “yeah.”
felix grinned, eyes crinkling as he leaned in and pressed a slow, sweet kiss to your mouth.
“for luck,” he murmured, lips over yours.
you smiled one last time and then stood up. your heart was already racing as you opened the door. you slipped out into the hallway, trying not to let your nerves catch up with you.
the quiet between studios was broken only by the occasional echo of music behind thick doors and the soft hum of air conditioning overhead. you walked slowly down the hallway until you found it.
the recording studio.
the light above the door was red. he was in there.
you hesitated for half a second, then raised your hand and knocked. just twice. soft.
after a moment, the door cracked open, and there he was.
hoodie sleeves shoved up, earbuds still dangling around his neck. the second he saw you, his entire body stilled.
“oh no,” he said teasingly, as he lifted his head up.
you smiled. cheeky.
“hi, seungmin.”
he stared at you like you were a walking hazard.
“what do you want?”
you slipped past him without answering, stepping into the small room like you owned it. dimmed lights. mic still set up.
“felix is too busy right now,” you said, casually wandering over to the console. you didn’t look at him when you said it, running your fingers lightly along the edge of the desk. “so i thought i’d come by.”
seungmin raised an eyebrow, still standing near the door like he hadn’t decided if he was letting this happen.
“does he know you’re here?” he asked.
you glanced over your shoulder. “does it matter?”
that earned a reaction. he let out a quiet scoff and looked away, smiling to himself like he couldn’t help it.
“i can leave,” you said, feigning politeness. “if you’re busy too.”
you already knew what the answer would be. he’d never tell you to leave. not when he didn’t know what you were doing and he wanted to know.
“you’re fine here,” he said after a beat, tone unreadable.
you nodded once and walked toward the small couch in the corner, dropping into it and tucking your legs up underneath you.
seungmin had settled in by the console again, clicking through takes with indifference. his eyes flicked to the screen, then briefly to you.
you asked, “whatcha working on?”
seungmin didn’t look up from the monitor. “something you wouldn’t understand.”
the harsh words came out him automatically like muscle memory.
he waited for the usual jab you always threw back at him. his lips even curled slightly, like he was preparing for you to bite. but you didn’t.
you just hummed lightly. “still sounds good from here.”
he paused.
you saw a faint flicker of confusion that passed over his face like a shadow. his hands stilled over the keyboard. then he exhaled through his nose, trying to brush it off.
“it’s a demo,” he said, eyes fixed on the monitor again. “one of my solo things. chan and i are piecing it together soon.”
you leaned your cheek into your palm, voice still soft. “that’s cool. i didn’t know you wrote on your own.”
“don’t get too impressed,” he muttered with a tune at the end.
you smiled. “wanna play it for me?”
he stared at you for a beat longer, then clicked something on the keyboard. the track played. clean vocals layered over a slow beat.
you listened.
when the first verse faded out, he clicked the spacebar and glanced at you again.
“i like it,” you said with a sweet smile. “you’re good at what you do.”
“great,” he sighed, lips twitching. “now i need to rewrite the whole thing.”
you laughed.
seungmin narrowed his eyes slightly, gaze flicking over your face like he was dissecting something. then—
“you hit your head on the way here or something?”
you blinked at him, all faux innocence. “why?”
seungmin narrowed his eyes. “because you’re being… nice.”
you tilted your head. “i’m always nice.”
“no, you’re not,” he said flatly, like it was fact. “you’re annoying and opinionated and loud.”
you tilted your head, pretending you don’t know what he’s talking about.
“and you’re giving me those eyes,” he said flatly.
you blinked. “what eyes?”
he turned in his chair to face you more fully, elbow propped against the armrest.
“the ones you give felix,” he said.
your lips parted slightly.
you blinked once. then, carefully: “i look at felix many ways.”
seungmin let out a soft scoff. “you know what i’m talking about.”
for a second, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. his eyes stayed fixed on you.
“you must want something pretty bad to come here like this.” he murmured.
you hadn’t even noticed when the space between you shrank as he rolled his chair over to you. you could pretend nothing changed. there was still distance. technically.
but the position was questionable. he was leaned back in his chair like he wasn’t doing anything at all—but his legs were spread just enough to keep yours boxed in between them.
you glanced at the door to remember why you were here. seungmin’s gaze tracked yours before turning to look at you again.
then, gently, he nudged your knee with his. it was barely a touch but it sent a shiver straight up your spine. seungmin didn’t touch you. not ever, for obvious reasons. but now he had.
his voice was low. “what is it that you want?”
you met his gaze. let the silence stretch for one second. two.
then you leaned forward.
your fingers found the edge of his sleeve. you brushed lightly against his forearm, right where it met the crook of his elbow.
“i thought it would help,” you said. “making felix snap. hearing him talk like that. letting him… do those things.”
your eyes flicked up to meet his.
“maybe it wasn’t him i needed to hear it from.” you whispered.
seungmin smiled. a little too calm. he reached out and took your wrist.
“you’re sick,” he said, voice like silk wrapped around a knife.
and then, still watching you, he slid your hand off his arm and set it down on your lap.
“don’t do that,” you said, voice rising a little. “don’t act like this is nothing.”
seungmin didn’t flinch.
“you and i…” you started again, slower, willing him to look at you and hear it the way you meant it. “there’s something here.”
he just nodded. once. small.
“i know,” he said simply.
you froze.
that wasn’t the answer you were ready for.
you opened your mouth but nothing came out. because what the hell were you supposed to say to that?
and then he turned away.
“i think you should leave, y/n.”
your chest pulled tight. “what?”
his back was to you now, already returning to the console, like the entire conversation had just been a brief distraction between takes.
“i have a bridge to finish,” he said.
you exhaled slowly. a soft, frustrated sound that barely made it to him.
then you stood. your feet felt heavy. you couldn’t do it. not this time.
you reached the door, hand on the knob and paused.
“i’ll see you tomorrow, seungmin.”
he didn’t answer.
the next day came slower than it should have.
not only did time dragged but your thoughts did too. through every errand, every moment you found yourself alone.
maybe he really won’t crack.
it wouldn’t be the worst thing.
you were the one who bet against the possibility. you’d get your sixty bucks for the second time, felix would wrap his arms around you and say something like, “guess i was wrong, huh?”—and he’d mean it softly, not bitterly. you’d curl into him and pretend this whole thing didn’t matter. like it wasn’t keeping you up at night.
it wouldn’t hurt too much.
but if it had just been about winning, you wouldn’t be thinking about the way he looked at you yesterday when you were speaking to him. you wouldn’t be remembering the way he’d leaned forward, getting closer than he's ever been.
your phone buzzed beside you. tonight’s plan was rolling.
felix: seungmin told me he’s on his way home. you’ve got him alone for at least an hour. you got this angel.
not even five minutes later, you heard the sound of the door unlocking.
your heart jumped immediately.
you straightened on the couch, as you heard the shuffle of seungmin’s footsteps.
“y/n?”
you turned, casually like you hadn’t been listening for it all day.
“hi,” you said, voice light. innocent.
he blinked at you from the entrance. hair a little messy like he’d run his hands through it too many times.
“you’re here,” he said flatly.
you nodded, tucking your legs a little closer into the couch. “felix said i could stay until he got back. hope that’s okay.”
“yeah,” seungmin muttered, voice low as he stepped further into the room. “of course.”
he didn’t look at you. just dropped his bag near the door, kicked off his shoes, and made his way to the couch. he collapsed on the opposite end of where you were sitting. he threw his head back against the cushion, long legs spread carelessly in front of him.
you went quiet for a second as your eyes trailed his body. from the visible bulge outlined by his grey sweatpants to the thin layer of sweat on his neck. you watched the way his chest rose and fell. the faint crease between his brows that hadn’t eased since he walked in.
“…are you okay?” you asked.
he didn’t answer right away but reached up and dragged a hand over his face, fingers pressing into his eyes like he could scrub out the entire day.
“no.”
you blinked. that was rare. seungmin didn't do no. he didn't do honest.
you shifted toward him slightly. “do you wanna talk about it?”
“no.”
okay, so not that honest.
you waited. you knew he’d bite eventually.
and sure enough, a few seconds later:
“am i manipulative?” he asked, bluntly.
you hesitated. “i… don’t think so?”
he didn’t look convinced.
“i showed up to fuck, and she started talking about feelings again. i said i didn’t want that, and she said i’d led her on and manipulated her into wanting more.” he said.
that woman. the one you’d overheard him arguing with the other night.
“i said i didn’t want that from the start,” he said, sharp now. “i never promised anything.”
he was staring at you—jaw set, eyes sharp—and something in the way his hands twitched told you he was barely holding himself together.
and maybe it was awful, maybe it made you just a little bit cruel, but he so looked good like this.
you’d always known seungmin was attractive. he wasn't the type to flaunt it. he was always so composed. always in control.
but now?
now he looked like he wanted to break something. or someone.
and your stomach flipped at the thought that maybe—just maybe—you wouldn’t mind being the thing he lost it on.
“that’s not manipulative. you were clear.”
he scoffed, dry and bitter. “yeah, well, apparently that makes me an asshole.”
“only to people who think they can change your mind.”
his jaw twitched.
“i think,” you said carefully, eyes trained on the tension in his fingers, “you need someone who respects that you don’t want any strings attached.”
once he heard your words, he turned to face you fully, his upper body propped up on his arm that somehow ended up behind your head.
he’s going to crack tonight.
he was too wound up from whatever that argument was. he hadn’t even gotten the sex he wanted, and now all that leftover tension was sitting under his skin, burning holes through his composure.
and you were right here, saying the exact things he didn’t know he wanted to hear.
his eyes flicked down your face, landing on your mouth for just a second too long. he was simmering. mad. worked up. and probably half-hard just from frustration alone.
“you’re good at pretending you can handle things,” he said. “but i don’t think you really know what you’re doing.”
“then show me.”
his jaw flexed, like he was trying to bite down the part of him that wanted to respond.
you reached out and placed your hand on his chest, right over the thin fabric of his shirt. he sucked in a breath so sharp you felt it beneath your palm. his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, jaw clenched like he was trying not to let it show how much that one touch rattled him.
but it did.
you were doing something to him.
he opened his eyes again. his hand lifted and curled around the back of your neck. his gaze dropped to your lips.
then back up.
he was going to kiss you.
he leaned in closer until your noses almost brushed, until you could feel the heat of his mouth hovering a breath away from yours. your lips parted. your pulse screamed.
he stopped.
“we can’t,” he muttered, low and strained.
you blinked, confusion punching through your haze. “what?”
“we can’t,” he said again, eyes locked on yours like he needed you to believe him. “you’ll regret it.”
frustration surged in your chest. you could see it—he wanted this. he wanted you.
you climbed into his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs, straddling him. his breath hitched immediately.
“then stop me,” you whispered, cupping his face gently. “tell me you don’t want this.”
his eyes darted across your face.
“you can’t,” you added, voice barely above a breath. “because you do.”
his gaze didn’t leave yours, but now it was mirroring his internal conflict.
“i’m not doing that to felix,” he said finally, voice low and tight.
when the words dawned on you, you held back a little. not because he was rejecting you but because you knew he meant it. because even like this—left frustrated, horny, with your body pressed against his—he still respected his best friend too much to cross the line.
if only he knew this was a bet made by said best friend.
your fingers slipped from his face, settling against the base of his throat instead, your thumbs resting gently there as you searched his expression.
“what if…” you started carefully, “what if it wasn’t felix?”
his brows lifted just barely. “then you wouldn’t have to try so hard.”
you blinked.
you stared at him for a long beat. at the lips you wanted. the eyes you couldn’t read. his heart was thudding beneath your palm, loud and uneven. just like yours.
“i won’t tell him,” seungmin said quietly. “this stays between us.”
“you won’t?”
“no.” he shook his head, gaze steady. “but if you do this again…if you get this close again, i won’t be able to hold back.”
you were fine with that.
you had one night left.
one night before the bet ended. before sixty bucks went into your hands. before you were supposed to laugh it all off and say well, that was fun after having failed to seduce kim seungmin.
you didn’t care about the bet anymore.
you hadn’t for a while.
you wanted seungmin to crack.
tonight was your last shot.
this time, you went straight to the dorm.
you knocked once. it was late and you didn’t even have a plan. you hadn’t even told felix about this yet, which felt like a bad sign.
the door creaked open.
seungmin's hair was slightly wet, still towel-draped across his shoulders. a muted blue t-shirt clinging a little at the collar, grey sweats riding low. his eyes swept over you once. then again, slower. then he leaned against the frame like he was already tired of whatever this was.
“felix isn’t here,” he said flatly.
he knew what you were here for.
“but he will be,” seungmin said eventually, to warn you. or warn himself. “you should come back later,”
his voice didn’t match the words. he looking at you a little too yearningly for someone who supposedly wanted you gone.
sure enough, he stepped back.
you stepped in.
you heard the soft thud of the door clicking shut behind you, and you were a couple inches away from him now.
“y/n.”
“yeah?”
“does felix know you’re here?”
the same question as last time.
and before you could even open your mouth to throw up a dodge, he added—“don’t give me that evasive shit again.”
you froze.
you exhaled, voice small. “no.”
seungmin's jaw clenched. he nodded like he’d known the answer already and just needed you to confirm it.
“right,” he muttered.
and then he reached for his phone.
you reacted instantly.
your hand shot out, grabbing his wrist before he could unlock the screen.
“wait.”
seungmin stilled. his thumb hovered over the button. his gaze didn’t lift. “i’m gonna call him.”
“no,” you said, fast, breath catching. “don’t.”
your fingers curled around his wrist, tight.
“i love felix,” you said suddenly.
seungmin blinked, something in his face tightening like he hadn’t expected that. he didn’t know what you were about to do with it.
you didn’t either.
“i do,” you repeated, like you were trying to convince yourself. “he’s good to me. sweet. kind.”
seungmin stayed quiet.
“but you,” you said. “i hate the way you look at me. i hate the way you're talk to me like i’m a child who doesn’t know what she wants.” you took a step closer, your voice low now. “but maybe you were right.”
seungmin didn’t flinch.
“maybe i am sick,” you said. “because felix is perfect. he's soft, patient, he's sweet. but that’s why i’m here again. maybe i don’t want sweet right now,” you whispered. “maybe i need someone who can ruin me a little.”
his breath hitched.
“why do you think i enjoyed it so much,” you murmured, eyes locked on his, “when felix was mean to me that night?”
seungmin’s gaze sharpened.
“you think that’s something to be proud of?” seungmin said, voice low, biting.
and you stepped back on instinct until your spine hit the wall with a soft thud.
his eyes were burning into you now.
“you’re pathetic,” he muttered. “you show up here, say you love him, say you hate me, and now you want what—pity? attention? to get fucked by the guy you can’t stop pushing?”
you didn’t flinch. just tilted your chin up, gaze steady. you smiled. you knew exactly which wire you’d just cut, and hearing the bomb tick faster.
because seungmin had already cracked.
the second his composure slipped, you knew.
his chest rose and fell fast.
“well if you’re so mad at me,” you said, voice quiet and pointed, “but you keep stepping closer and closer, isn’t that a little…”
you tilted your head, still smiling.
“manipulative?"
the next thing you knew, seungmin surged forward, his mouth crashing into yours without warning. the kiss was messy and you gasped into it, breath catching in your throat as his hand tangled in your hair and pulled.
you’d done it.
even if you lost the sixty bucks, this was what you wanted.
him, like this.
you pulled back just enough to catch your breath, lips swollen, eyes wild, and seungmin’s hand still fisted in your hair like he wasn’t ready to let go.
felix got you what you wanted. you loved felix.
but seungmin was here. right now. and you were past pretending that didn’t matter.
his mouth was still hovering near yours, breath ragged. you were panting, head spinning from how hard he’d kissed you.
and then, because you never learned, you pushed again.
“you suck at commitment,” you whispered, just loud enough for the words to crack between your bodies.
his eyes lifted.
“so of course the thing that gets you off is fucking your best friend’s girl.” you murmured, that bratty smile creeping back.
his jaw flexed, and his grip in your hair tightened. he was warning you not to push further.
you pushed anyway.
“you’re just waiting for him to fuck up so you can sweep in and take whatever’s left of me, aren’t you?” you tilted your head, voice like silk-wrapped poison. “or maybe you just like being the one thing i’d never admit to wanting. the one i should stay the hell away from.”
“shut the hell up.”
you barely had time to blink before the hand in your hair yanked, sharp enough to drag a breathless gasp out of you, neck craning with the force of it. his other hand gripped your waist, fingers digging into the curve of your hip as he pressed in closer, until there wasn’t a single inch between you.
“you think i’m here because i want to be some dirty secret?” his voice was a low, guttural rasp, so close to your ear you felt it more than heard it. “you think i give a fuck about winning you over? i’m here because you won’t fucking stop.”
he twisted your hair tighter. you whimpered.
“you come to my door, night after night, eyes all big, talking about how much you ‘love’ felix while you practically beg me to wreck you. you play innocent until i call you out, and then you play victim when i do.” his breath was hot against your neck now, mouth brushing the skin there. “you want to be used. you want to be put in your place.”
your fingers curled into the front of his shirt.
“you think i’m begging for you?” you breathed, voice laced with mockery. “you’re the one holding me like you’re about to come in your pants.”
he didn’t say a word. suddenly, he slid one hand down your thigh, then bent his knee and shoved it up between your legs.
your breath punched out in a shocked whimper as his knee pressed firm against your core, forcing your hips to roll against it. you bucked without meaning to try to chase the pressure.
“mhm,” seungmin murmured, his voice dark and low, head tilted so his mouth brushed your temple. “that shut you up.”
you made a small, desperate sound, your forehead falling forward, burying in the crook of his neck as your fingers fisted tighter in his shirt.
“you’re so loud until i do something about it,” he said. “that bratty little mouth just runs and runs but look at you now.”
he shifted his leg just enough to drag it against you again. the friction sent another whine crawling out of your throat.
“that’s what i thought.”
then his hands were back on your waist and before you could even protest, he hoisted you up like you weighed nothing at all. you gasped, arms looping around his neck, legs instinctively locking around his waist.
he dropped you onto the couch and the cushions barely bounced before he was on you again.
seungmin climbed over you, as his mouth descended. his lips crashed into yours.
your fingers fumbled at the hem of your shirt. you broke the kiss for only a second, just long enough to yank the thing over your head. you dropped the shirt somewhere and lay back in just your bra.
seungmin’s eyes dropped immediately. his hand dragged from your throat down between the swell of your breasts.
“you know how long i’ve wanted to see you like this?” he muttered, voice rough with hunger as he leaned in and kissed just above your heart. “fucking teasing me for days, saying things like that. all those stupid little games.”
his fingers found the clasp of your bra. it came undone, the straps slipping from your shoulders.
seungmin exhaled like the sight of you finally, completely naked from the waist up had knocked the breath clean out of him. he kissed between your breasts, then circled your left nipple with his tongue.
a sharp gasp cracked out of you, and your fingers twisting in the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging.
he pulled off your breast with a soft pop. “why so impatient?” he murmured, almost amused.
“i wan' it, seungmin,” you whined with no shame.
his lips quirked. “yeah?”
you nodded, hard, grinding your hips up into him as your hand pressed his rock hard crotch. he hissed the second your fingers brushed him. but before you could go further, he grabbed the hem of his shirt behind his neck and pulled it off
your mouth went dry as you looked at his toned body. he was noticeably leaner than felix, but his shoulders were definitely wider.
you weren’t sure how it happened so fast. one second you were grinding against him, the next your clothes were gone. somehow you’d both stripped yourselves down quicker than you could catch your breath.
seungmin’s gaze swept down you.
something was wrong.
“turn over,” he said suddenly.
you blinked. “what?”
“i can't look at your face while i'm doing this.”
you rolled your eyes before turning over, letting out a sigh as you shifted onto all fours. “what a dick,” you muttered under your breath, arching your back just to spite him.
his eyes locked between your legs as he watched your folds glisten in the low light.
“sick little slut,” he said, looking back up at you. “you love this. love how messed ip it is.
“you’re one to talk,” you snapped, “acting all cocky while you’re hard as fuck and staring at my pussy. who’s the sick one again?”
he leaned forward, pressing one hand to your back.
“you want it or not?” he asked low, making you clench.
you bit your lip, breath shaking. every part of you throbbed despite being so bratty. you needed him. needed him now.
“please,” you gasped. you were already too far gone to pretend you could last any longer without his dick in you. “i swear, if you don’t do anything right this second,”
“that’s what I thought.”
your spine curved deeper with surrender.
“please fuck me.”
a grin curled up as he pressed in, just the tip, your breath catching.
“you’re dripping,” he muttered, leaning over you, chest brushing your back, his cock dragging through your folds again, letting you feel every stretch like it was punishment. “haven’t even fucked you probably and you’re this messy for me? where’d all that attitude go, huh?”
you whimpered as he pushed in another inch.
“now look at you.” he growled at your ear.
“please,” you whimpered again, thighs trembling. “please—seungmin—just—”
then, a sound hit like a gunshot through the haze.
click. the distinct metallic thud of the front door unlocking.
seungmin froze.
his cock was still buried halfway inside you, his body caging yours, breath hot against your throat—but now he wasn’t moving. his fingers clenched reflexively around your thigh, and his head whipped toward the sound. he tensed like a predator caught mid-kill.
“fuck,” he whispered.
and then felix stepped into the room.
he stopped dead.
you tilted your head, still panting, still flushed, and looked straight at felix with your sweet smile like he hadn't just walked in on you mid-fuck with his best friend.
“hi,” you breathed.
felix stared.
not at you.
at seungmin.
then his eyes dropped and took in the sight: your bare back arched, and his cock inside you. nothing left to the imagination.
“i knew you liked her,” felix said finally, voice calm. “didn’t think you’d actually end up fucking her.”
to your surprise, seungmin didn’t flinch.
felix took a slow step forward. you sucked in a breath, but felix didn’t look at you. not yet.
“you were supposed to resist, man,” he said, eyes narrowing as he took another step closer. “that was the whole point. she comes to you, she tests you, you turn her away—and then we laugh about it later. that was the game. right?”
seungmin’s eyes dropped to your face. he saw your slightly amused expression.
“he knew.”
you looked up at him through your lashes, then you turned your head to felix.
“felix…” you whined. “he’s so big…”
felix exhaled, his hand dragging up the side of his neck like he was trying not to smile.
you squirmed under seungmin, hips rolling just enough to feel the stretch of him again, and seungmin’s breath stuttered. your eyes fluttered closed as you sighed.
“feels so good already.” you whispered, and then looked back at felix. seungmin’s fingers dug into your thigh. hard. “i know you’ll let me,” you breathed. “please…don’t stop him.”
seungmin swore under his breath, low and vicious. his glare snapped to felix—like he wanted to tear him apart—but his hips moved anyway, one brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt.
felix sat down in an armchair far beside both of you, full view of you bent open for seungmin.
“go on, then,” he said.
“you’re both fucked,” seungmin snarled.
felix leaned back, mouth curling at the corner. so much for being everyone's sunshine. seungmin swore he was looking at the spawn of the devil.
seungmin started fucking you again. the couch rocked with each thrust, your moans breaking free, your back arching, nails clawing at the cushions.
felix’s gaze slid from seungmin’s face to yours. his smile widened.
“she’s so loud when she’s getting what she needs, isn’t she?”
seungmin slammed into you harder. you cried out, head tipping back.
you couldn’t speak cause everything you tried to say was reduced to moaning. your breath came in broken sobs of pleasure as he drove into you like he hated you.
his next thrust made your arms buckle. you collapsed into the cushions with a strangled cry,.
"stupid fucking brat," seungmin hissed, one hand locking hard around your hip. "this what you wanted, huh? get passed around like a toy?"
you barely noticed felix coming towards you until he spoke. your gaze trembled between him and seungmin like you couldn’t decide where you wanted to be more.
“god, look at you,” felix murmured.
you blinked up at him.
“feels so good, lix,” you gasped, barely able to speak between the rhythm of seungmin pounding into you.
felix crouched down slightly. “yeah?” he murmured.
you nodded, lips trembling, breath shattered. felix reached under your chin, tilting your face up toward him. he kissed you, tongue tangled with yours, just as seungmin’s hand slid down your front, fingers slipping lower until his fingers found your clit.
you cried out against felix’s mouth, legs twitching.
felix wiped a strand of spit from your chin with his thumb. “you’re such a mess,” he said.
seungmin let out a laugh as he fucked into you harder, fingers still on your clit.
“seungmin, fuck, i’m…i’m close,” you choked out.
“gonna come from this?”
you whimpered, nodding fast, barely able to breathe. “yes, yes—please don’t stop,”
seungmin hissed, hips slamming forward, burying himself to the hilt again and again.
“come on, then,” he panted. “come all over my cock. show him what I did to you.”
your vision blurred as your orgasm hit. your pussy clenched around him tight as you let out a loud moan.
above you, felix groaned.
his hand was tangled in your hair now. he watched you come undone with his eyes half-lidded, breath stuttering as his thumb traced lazy circles against your scalp like you were some obedient pet.
“fuck, you look perfect like this,” he muttered.
seungmin grunted as he pulled out just as he hit the edge, fisting his cock once, twice, and then he came with thick ropes splattering across your ass, lower back, the curve of your spine. his other hand gripped your hip, holding you in place while he painted your skin.
“good girl,” felix murmured, voice low and warm as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, so gentle it felt obscene.
your lips parted around a shaky breath. you blinked up at him, dazed, your lashes clumped and cheeks burning. and then, slowly, you smiled.
seungmin let out a breath, still catching himself, sweat dripping from his brow as he looked down at the mess he’d left across your back.
then, finally, your head dropped onto the couch cushion. your eyes fluttered shut. the smile stayed.
like a girl who knew exactly what she’d done.
the sheets were still warm.
felix had you wrapped up tight, one arm around your waist, the other tucked beneath your neck, fingers lazily combing through your hair. your back was pressed to his chest, the rhythm of his breathing steady against you. his nose brushed your hair, lips pressing soft, sleepy kisses to your skin.
sunlight spilled through the blinds in narrow golden stripes. your legs were tangled with his.
mwah a kiss to your temple.
mwah another, just beneath your jaw.
mwah then your shoulder.
“morning,” he murmured, voice scratchy and warm. “you’re so pretty like this."
you chuckled, the ache in your body blooming between your thighs. his hand rested on your stomach, brushing slow circles.
“you okay?” he asked.
you turned to meet his eyes with a sleeping smile.
“yeah,” you whispered. “better than okay.”
he kissed your nose. your cheek. the corner of your mouth. like he couldn’t stop.
you furrowed your brows. “where’s my bag?”
“nightstand, baby. why?”
you leaned over, the sheet slipping down your back, and grabbed the small crossbody. felix’s hand instinctively landed on your hip to keep you steady as you rummaged through the front pocket. a second later, you turned and slapped bills into his chest.
his brows shot up.
“you win.”
felix blinked down at the money like you’d just handed him a dead bird.
he didn’t take it.
instead, he plucked the bills off his chest, and shoved them right back into your bag without a word. then he zipped it shut, dropped it on the nightstand, and flopped onto his back with a dramatic sigh, one arm draped over his eyes.
“you must be crazy,” he muttered. “you think i’d ever take your money?”
you crawled over to him confused, leaning on his chest. “we made a bet.” you said, like maybe he’d forgotten.
felix let his arm fall to the side so he could wrap it around your waist and pull you in.
“yeah and i won,” he said finally, voice all lazy warmth. "but you can keep your money."
you groaned, shoving your face into his chest like you could physically block out how disgustingly sweet he was being.
“you're so annoying.”
“i know,” he said, unbothered, brushing his fingers up and down your spine. “and romantic. and incredibly sexy.”
you lifted your head just enough to squint at him. “you forgot modest.”
“oh, shush you,” felix said, grinning as he dragged his fingers up your spine in a slow stroke that made you giggle. he kissed your shoulder with a soft hum, like your laughter was his favorite sound in the world.
felix kissed your shoulder one last time before murmuring into your skin, “we should talk to him.”
your body stilled slightly, then you nodded. because you knew it was time.
felix slid out from beneath you, grabbing the shirt you’d tugged off of him sometime last night and pulling it over his head. you pulled yours on too, following him out. the natural sunlight was seeped through the windows, lighting up the kitchen. you heard the quiet clink of a mug, the scrape of a chair.
of course he was up.
seungmin was always up earlier than you two. he didn’t believe in sleeping in. said it made his thoughts sluggish.
when you turned the corner into the kitchen, you found him exactly as expected—sitting at the table, coffee in hand, earbuds in. he looked up the moment he heard your footsteps, gaze flicking to you, then felix, then back to the mug in his hands like he already knew why you were there.
felix was the one who spoke first. “hey.”
seungmin didn’t answer. just took a slow sip, then set the mug down and pulled out one earbud.
he looked back at felix, then raised an eyebrow. “so. who’s idea was it?”
felix didn’t even hesitate. “mine.”
seungmin let out a short laugh, like a puff of air he didn’t plan on releasing. he leaned back in his chair, stretched his legs out under the table, and shook his head.
“you’re not mad?” you asked carefully.
he sipped his coffee again. “i’m annoyed i got turned into a fucking science experiment, but i’m not mad.”
you tilted your head, smile pulling sharper as you crossed your arms and leaned against the counter. “well, good. because with your horrible commitment issues, it’s not like you’d want strings attached anyway.”
seungmin snorted, shaking his head. “you really don’t know when to stop poking, do you?”
you shrugged, unapologetic. “it’s a talent.”
he leaned back further in his chair, crossing his arms. “for what it’s worth,” he said, tone casual but honest, “it took my mind off a lot of things. which was… nice.”
you smiled at that. it was genuine this time which was rare for you when speaking to seungmin.
“i’m glad,” you said quietly.
seungmin hummed, eyes dropping to the table like he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.
felix clapped his hands once. “alright. official consensus: nothing happened.”
seungmin lifted his mug in a lazy salute. “nothing happened.”
Synopsis: You missed Seungmin terribly. Between back-to-back dance practices and preparations for the comeback, you two hadn't been able to make time for each other, so you texted him and asked him to come over, even if just for a little while. When he kept saying he couldn't come, you had no other choice. You sent him that photo that had been sitting in your gallery for a long time, and you didn't even remember what happened after that. (3,2k words)
Author’s note: Please accept this as my Valentine’s Day gift, my loves❣️
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You were so bored sitting around at home doing nothing. At least with Seungmin around, time somehow passed, and you didn't even realize the day was over. His schedule was very tight, he was rushing from concert to concert, going to dance practices, preparing for the comeback… That's why you started spending even less time with him.
You respected him, but you couldn't help missing him. That's why an idea came to mind. You were going to send him a message saying you missed him, but it wasn't just any ordinary message. This message was something he couldn't handle, one that would make him lose his footing the moment he saw it.
You: What’s up?
After the message had been sent and remained there for a while, three dots appeared at the bottom indicating that he had started texting.
Seungmin: Fine, practicing. What happened?
Of course he was practicing, as always.
You: Just asking. What do you want me to cook for dinner?
You could guess what his text would be like even before seeing it. He‘d be working again and wouldn’t be able to come by. His message showed up after a few minutes.
Seungmin: Can’t tonight. I’ll be working.
His texts were short and indifferent, which was grating on your nerves even more. You were used to his short answers, but today you weren't going to let him brush you off.
You: What’s the big deal about just two hours, you can go back to the studio after that.
You were giving him one last chance to accept your offer.
Seungmin: I said I can’t, pls. Maybe tomorrow?
He literally asked for it. You were going to bring him here with a single sentence without any effort.
You selected a photo already in your gallery, one taken in your nightgown, and wrote “but I miss you” underneath it before hitting send. The photo of yours was captivating and seductive enough to get him into a tizzle.
And it turned out just as you thought, because it had been almost five minutes since you sent the message, Seungmin was still online, and you knew he had seen the photo. Most likely, he was busy examining the photo in minute detail and pulling himself together.
Just as you were about to put down your phone, you saw that Seungmin was calling.
You accepted his call without letting it ring a third time, “Hey, baby.” you answered with a cheerful tone.
“What the fuck are you doing? I was right in the middle of practice, and the thing you sent… God.” his voice came breathless, as if he’d run a whole mile.
You were grinning even if he wasn’t seeing, “Just a normal photo of me that expresses how much I miss you, what’s the big deal, love?” you asked, tone way too nonchalant despite his state.
“In that nightgown, with your legs spread, you're literally asking for me to ruin you. While I'm working here.” he said in one go, his voice came furious and hoarse but you knew he wasn’t mad with you. The fact that you had so much power over him was what really annoyed him.
“Then come, take a break or something… I dunno.” you mutter, trying to convince him.
“I can’t, fuck—I can’t.” there’s a pause, then you hear a sharp inhale on his end.
You frown in confusion, “Seungmin… what was that?”
“Nothing.” he says, his words uneven, “Where are you right now?”
Your frown deepens, “What does that have to do with anything?”
He opens his mouth to speak but let out a groan instead. It’s muffled, but you catch it. Then you hear it—the faint sound of his pants, a slick rhythm, barely there but enough to make you stomach twist.
“Seungmin, you're not doing what I’m thinking right now, are you?” you straighten on your seat, to think something else.
“God, please—I couldn’t help… that photo of yours, legs spread wide, in that nightgown—I had no other choice.” he groaned, voice wrecked and desperate.
“How many times did I tell you to come home?” you mutter, “Did you leave me any other choice?”
“And that was the best solution you could come up with? Putting me in a mess here?” he breathes, rough and thick.
You let out a curse under your breath and start pacing around the room, “Instead of struggling there, you can come home, y’know?”
“You know I can’t.” he mutters, voice hoarse and wrecked.
“Is it really that difficult to take a two-hour break from work, c’mon?” you sigh, unconvinced.
“This has nothing to do with work anymore. I can't come when I’m this hard and in such a difficult situation, y’know…” he groans, the sound of his hand moving around his cock slipping louder through the phone now.
“Seungmin—“
“Just keep talking, talk to me, say my name, do something…” his voice desperate, almost begging for you to help him release.
The slick, steady rhythm makes your body burn, “You want me to…guide you?” voice surprised, brows knitted in confusion.
“Yes.” he says sharply, then softens, “Please, love. I need you so bad—“ he breathes.
Your heart pounds, embarrassment warring with heat. You hesitate for a second, muttering under your breath, “If only you were here right now…” then you start, “Stroke it slowly, think it as my hand instead yours, twist your angle slightly to get the right angle.”
He groans so loud you shiver, there’s a wet slick sound on his side of the phone now, and you hear it loud in your room, rhythmic. You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment, this was your first time doing something like this and your whole body buzzing and heating.
You lick your lips slowly, “Wrap your hand tighter, increase your pace. Like I would do if I were there. Like I do before ı take you whole.”
His groan is sharp, guttural, the rhythm of his hand picking up, “Yes, just like that—don’t stop, love.”
You take a deep breath, shaky and heasitant, “If only you were here right now, I’d beg you to put your fingers inside me. And you cock. I’d beg you to fuck me until I couldn’t breathe.”
He chokes on a moan so loud it makes your head spin, “Holy shit—keep talking, please.”
“Now, tighten your grip on your cock, spread the precum aroud it, speed up your movements, stroke faster. Think about my hands, mouth. Think about me, on my knees for you, bobbing my head up and down, never looking away while you fall apart for me.” you take a deep breath to steady your voice, “Think about my hand working you relentlessly—stroking, twisting, feeling you grow harder, hotter under my touch.”
“You’re killing me—yes. Don’t stop—“ he gasps for air, his control slips away slowly.
“Think about yourself buried inside me, filling me completely, stretching me so good that you make stars burst behing my eyelids. Your cock—hot, thick, and so damn perfect—growing inside me, my walls clenching around you desperately.” you try to catch your breath, inhaling deeply, “Your thrusts growing frantic, harder as you keep chasing your release, every slide of you inside me—thick, veined, and pulsing—stretched me wide, hitting my sweet spots with every push. Your groans, every sound you make undoes me, pushing me over the edge. Pleasure crashes through you, my walls spasming wildly around you, and just like that you spill inside me with a groan—“ you let out a moan as your body arched, toes curling against the sheets, every nerve alight with the intensity of what you’d done.
“Fuck, fuck—shit… I’m coming—“ he rasps, his breath uneven.
The wet sound of his stroking picking up speed as he finally comes with a loud groan.
His groans is sharp, broken, “Were you touching yourself too?” he asks, while trying to steady his ragged breathing.
“How do you think I came up with those sentences, huh?” you ask and let out a lazy, weary laugh.
He groans low, voice hoarse as he speaks, “You were perfect, love.” he says, “And when I get home, I’ll put all that you’ve told me into practice.” voice rough and promising.
-
“Fuck—Seungmin—“
You whimpered as he devoured you like he had nowhere else to be—messy, focused. His tongue circled your clit, sucked—firm and slow—until your back arched of the mattress. You instantly tangled your fingers into his hair.
Your clothes had already been scattered everywhere, and the only things contact with your sex were his lips and relentless fingers.
His arms pinned your thighs open, mouth locked on you like he was drunk on your taste. Your moans pitched higher, your legs started to tremble, his fingers moved hard, unrelenting, fucking up into you faster. His pace was savage, like he wanted get the revenge of that photo you sent before—each thrust of his fingers were precise, fingers curling deep as your body convulsed under him.
He leaned in, watching every twitch, lips brushing your ear, “You were begging for this, weren’t you? Now shut up and take it like a good girl you’re.” he muttered against, breath fanning against your cunt.
You couldn’t speak.
Normally you’d bite back, but now you weren’t even able to think straight.
He slowly pulls away, licking your arousal off his lips but his fingers never stop. Your breath stutters. He watches your face and when your mouth falls open, he eases deeper, the heel of his palm snug against you, his fingers curving until your spine arches.
As you moans grow louder when he curls his fingers just right and he knows he found that sweet spot of yours. He rubs there—gentle, steady—his mouth back on your clit like he can’t help himself.
“Please, Seungmin—“ you whine, don’t even know what you’re begging for.
You clutch at his broad shoulders, nails in muscle, and he groans into you, takes it like a reward. Your thighs start to tremble and he tightens his arm around one, holding you open while you try to clamp his head between your legs.
“Right—right there.” you breathe, and he never leaves there.
It snaps through you fast, a small sound that steals the breath from your lungs as everything tightens and then goes loose, heat unfurling low and bright. He rides it with you, fingers moves slower, mouth leaving small, gentle kisses on your sex as he slowly pulls away.
You’re still catching your breath when he slowly crawls up your body. His mouth finds yours again, slower now. Your hand slips lower, you wrap him in your palm—heavy, hot, thick—his breath catches.
His fingers close around your wrist slowly and pushes it away gently, “I need to be inside you, now.” his voice hungry, impatient now.
Before you could answer, his fits his hand under your thigh, hitching your knee up to his waist until you’re open to him, until the heavy heat of him slides through your entrance and nudges right where you need him.
He slowly pushes in, sinks deeper, a steady slide that has your mouth falling open when he bottoms out—deep pressure low in your belly, a sweet, heavy fullness that makes your toes curl. He holds there, braced and chest heaving.
His palm spreads over your hip, he draws back slightly—dragging his cock along your walls until friction sparks—he pushes in again, faster now.
Your body clutches reflexively, a sound torn out of him as you tighten your legs around his waist, “Fuck, you grip me—“ he groaned, hand gripping your ass, pulling you against him harder.
He set a brutal pace, pounding into you, the bed frame creaking in protest. His hand that’s over your hip now squeezed your breast, pinching the nipple until it hardened, then soothing it with his tongue. You were a mess beneath him, your moans spilling out, legs shaking as he fucked you deeper, “So fucking tight, so fucking perfect—God.” he growled. One hand slipped between you, rubbing your clit in tight circles, pushing you toward the edge.
“Fuck—Seungmin, yes, yes—there—“ you gasped, clenching around him as the orgasm built, hot and intense.
His thrusts were erratic now, breath ragged, chasing his release with each slam of his hips against yours. It hit you both at once—you crying out his name over and over, pulsing around his cock, milking him dry as he spilled inside, hot ropes filling you up.
He collapsed on top of you, both panting, trying to catch your breaths, “Holy shit… You fucking ruined me, babe.” he said, voice still breathless as he murmured against the side of your neck.
“Oh, I know. But you know I’m not done yet, right?”
Before he can really react, you shift your weight and push him onto the mattress, climbing over him in one smooth movement. He lets out a surprised sound as you straddle his lap, your thighs bracketing his as you settled against him, again hard length of him pressing against your soaked cunt.
He groaned, “Wasn’t the first one enough, huh?” he whispered, eyes darting between your lips and tits.
“Nuh, I'd rather ruin you a little longer. Yeah?” you breathed, rolling your hips slightly, feeling him twitch beneath you.
He leaned in, lips brushing your collarbone as he spoke, “With great pleasure.” he said, voice low and filthy.
He didn’t wait.
He guided himself to your entrance, and with one slow, deliberate thrust, he sank into you, filling you completely for the second time tonight.
“This tightness—you were made for me—“ he groaned, choked on his own words as you clenched around him.
He growled, his hands gripping your ass, pulling you down harder. You rocked against him, meeting his thrusts, the vein in his neck flexing with every movement, a visual that drove you wild.
Seungmin was buried deep inside you, his thick cock stretching you in a way that made your toes curl, his hips rocking slow but deep, like he was savoring every second of your tight heat. He was unraveling you, and you him, in a desperate, feral haze that neither of you could stop. You rolled your hips, grinding down harder, your hands braced on his chest, nails digging into the firm muscles there.
Seungmin groaned, low and guttural, pupils blown wide from the high and the feel of you around him, “You feel so good, baby—holy fuck—“ he rasped, his voice thick and rough.
His hands grabbed your ass, spanking you sharply, the sting blooming into heat that made you moan and clench around him.
“You like that, don’t you? Being spanked by the person you love teasing so much.” he growled, delivering another smack, harder this time, his fingers lingering to knead the sensitive skin.
“Fuck—“ you gasped, your voice breaking as he thrust up to meet you, hitting that spot deep inside that sent sparks through your veins.
You were both feral, desperate, chasing every sensation like it was your last chance, “Now who’s the one being ruined, huh?” he panted, his hands sliding up to your throat, fingers wrapping gently but firmly around it, a possessive strangle that made your breath hitch and your core throb. His touch was just tight enough to send a thrill through you, his thumb brushing your pulse point.
“Shit—Seungmin, I’m so close—“ you moaned loud, wrecked.
Your hips were still rocking, the slow burn of pleasure building with every grind, “Let it go, come for me.”
He leans forward, kissing you, muffle your moan with his mouth. It’s fast, too fast, the oversensitivity turning every sensation into fire. You chase your own release, never slow down, your hands bracing on his shoulders now, your nails digging into his skin as you bounce harder, faster, the bed creaking under the force.
“Fuck, fuck—I’m coming—“
The third orgasm of the night hits you, sudden and overwhelming. You cry out, your head thrown back as your juices flood around his cock, your vision blurring as you grind through it. Seungmin follows seconds later, unable to hold back, he moans your name deep in his throat, spilling hot inside you.
“Fucking shit—yes—“ he groans, his body arching off the bed as the sensation crashes through him.
You collapse onto him, completely spent, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you both breath heavily. His chest rises and falls rapidly under you and you can feel the sticky mess of his cum smeared between your bodies.
After a long moment, you lift your head, a lazy smile curving your lips as you meet his dazed gaze, “If I’d known that a simple text and photo lead to this, I’d have sent it beforehand.” you said, voice teasing and hoarse with fatigue.
You wiggle your hips just enough to make him hiss through his teeth, his oversensitive cock stirring faintly inside you. He chuckles breathlessly, though it turns into a groan when you clench around him deliberately, “Fuck—stop that.” he says, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and satisfaction.
You let out a chuckle teasingly then lean in to kiss him softly this time, your lips brushing his in slow, lingering presses, your tongues barely touching as his mouth moves with yours.
When you pull away to catch your breath, he speaks, “I still can’t get that photo out of my mind, Gosh…” he groans as he remembers it again.
You tilt your head to the side and with a slight smile on your lips, “I’m standing here nakes in front of you, and you’re still thinking about that photo when there’s something much better right here. You’re something, y’know?”
He groans in protest, “First of all, you always make me feel this way, whether you have clothes on or not. And secondly, You don't even know what I went through when I saw that photo—“
“I literally listened you get yourself off, Seungmin, over the phone.”
“That's not what I'm talking about. I just got out of dance practice, you texted me, and I said I couldn't come over, and bam! You send me that photo in that nightgown, basically asking me to ruin you, which I did.”
“You look at the bottom line. Did it end well? Yes. Then there’s nothing to talk about.” you said as you slowly puled out, wincing because of the sudden emptiness.
“It didn’t end well,” he said, you looked at him with furrowed brows, “It will end well, cause I’m not done with you yet.” he murmured as he positoned himself between your legs again.
“What the—“ before you could even speak, he was inside you again for the third time with a deep, guttural groan.
Maybe you should have reconsidered this photo thing.
Let me know your thoughts about the fic in the comments below, thanks for reading :)
there was no question. you knew exactly how you got here.
pairing: bf!seungmin x reader x thereforthevibes!felix
genre: smut, honestly crack sometimes but very smutty with fluff at the end
warnings (nsfw!) : threesome, not that mean dom!seunglix, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, spitroast, free use dynamics?
word count: ~6.3k
summary: felix isn't anything more to you than a roomie. but that isn't to say he can't be of use. plus, it's only one night.
a/n: romantic, jokingly homoerotic, and for the love of god please ignore the byler colors ;-;
a/n #2: the characters lowk have morals. enjoy!!
ao3 link
You weren't that drunk.
But if you needed an excuse for anything you did tonight, that would be it.
You ran your fingers through Felix's messy hair, with more admiration than temptation. It was always admiration with him. But more than that, he was easy to be around, and you were around him a lot. You'd bonded over folding for Seungmin's voice and heart-eyes, often joking about him like some deity or cartoon character, when in reality, he was a main, lovely part of your daily lives. You'd bonded over that too.
But you were smitten. You weren't just Seungmin's roommate. You'd ‘fangirled’ your way into calling him yours. And you were his, utterly. It wasn't anything sacred, but it sure felt that way at times.
Earlier in the night, the group, plus you and any other of the members’ partners had gone out to the countryside to get some drinks. None of you had gotten nearly as drunk as Han Jisung looked, but it was a buzz, and it would last you a little while.
Seungmin came out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, watching you and Felix. His eyebrow raised at the sight of your hands. They were still laced in Felix's hair, feeling at how soft it was (despite everything).
After a pause, you explained, "Oh, it's nothing. Just look how pretty Yongbokkie is."
You usually wouldn't scrutinize. Effects of the alcohol.
"Yeah he is," Seungmin agreed, unbiased. He lingered in the kitchen to fetch the three of you some water.
"He's so flushed," you mumbled to yourself.
Felix blinked. "It's nothing to do with you. I've had a lot to drink."
You turned to face Seungmin who was very considerately filling glasses. "You agree, baby," you teased.
Then like it was some big issue, you exclaimed, "Why can't I get my ken dolls to kiss?"
Seungmin brought you your glass first. "Okay, first of all: Why the hell would you want that? And second, ken dolls plural? I'm your Ken. Are you suggesting you have room for another?"
You dragged out a 'no.' "You know what I mean."
"No I don't."
Seungmin grabbed the other two glasses and brought them to the coffee table. You and Felix silently thanked him.
The banter was playful. Seungmin wasn't really jealous; you'd given him enough to work with in your years together.
He sat beside you, and after a sip of water, you got right into scratching his head. You didn't quite know why, but it was always therapeutic for you to do. You could imagine how he felt. He was putty 5 seconds in.
Felix was kind of a fly on the wall, just watching the head scratch pipeline inevitably leave him lonely again.
He was fine.
"You're so pretty baby," you cooed to Seungmin as his eyes met yours. You kissed his neck, which was warmer than usual. "I was hot just looking at you on the way home."
"Yeah?" He whispered, quite relaxed under your touch as he always got. His cheeks were flushed now to match the rest of his skin.
Felix normally saw this kind of thing in the dorm and would scream out comically in disgust, cursing his eyes when he was done cursing the two of you. It was always about the bleach. 'Wah, wah, I need to bleach my eyes after this! Oh, where's the bleach?" As if he of all people needed any more bleach in his life.
But Yongbok was relaxed. His eyes were soft, focused on some photograph on the wall, eyes trying hard to leave you be. He didn't wanna have to bleach them this time; you assumed. Normally he'd leave. Normally, he wasn't under the influence.
You felt gross for the third wheeling. But as far as you knew, Seungmin, in this condition, would have no moral problem with pinning you down then and there.
It was as if Felix read your mind.
"I do have a skill of two though," Yongbok started. "But I could just go pass out on my bed if it makes you two comfortable."
What the hell?
"You got a skill for being cucked?" Seungmin asked, not as threateningly as you'd expect.
You rolled your eyes. "Seungmin, you literally just proved he's my ken doll."
"Whatever. What is this?"
Felix shrugged, strangely relaxed for how much he's putting himself out there. "It doesn't have to be anything. I don't even know what I'm saying," he lied.
You pressed your lips to Seungmin's neck again. "It isn't anything,” you said against him. “I just want you. Tonight preferably." Looking back you'd cringe at the exhibitionist you were dangerously close to becoming.
Felix smiled. At the end of the day, he could only appreciate the love he was surrounded by. He got up. "I'll leave you to it."
Again, strange he wasn't running around like a headless chicken demanding a dorm restock on bleach.
Seungmin hesitated.
-
"Stay."
You smirked to yourself, turning your head into your boyfriend's shoulder so he didn't see. "No way," you mumbled.
Felix huffed out a laugh, turning his head back facing the two of you, the room suddenly heating up. Seungmin felt it too.
"We shouldn't do anything we'd regret in the morning," Felix stated, sounding like a bot.
"Do you really care right now?" You tested, your face now to him.
Now Seungmin was hiding his smile in your shoulder.
"I don't," you continued. "That's bad, isn't it."
"Are you interested in my girlfriend?" Seungmin spoke up, ignoring you for a moment.
"I'm interested in a good time," his roommate replied. "You'd like an extra hand. I can see it on your face."
Seungmin turned to you. "You want Yongbok to join." It wasn’t much of a question.
"Join what?" You whispered hotly. "You were gonna go down on me right here on this couch anyway. Would you even care if he watched?"
His eyes narrowed slowly, and by now you were centimeters from his mouth.
And after the scariest few seconds, he pecked yours with a huff. "You're on."
Felix made haste to one side of the couch, kneeling on the cushion beside you while Seungmin mirrored him. Both the boys were now facing you, and your stomach suddenly felt empty, fluttering now that you were physically between them. It wasn't just a game anymore.
Felix felt the energy charge just in the living room. You could imagine that the surge was more intense for you than for them.
"So you're not all talk?" You teased Felix breathily, shuffling onto your back so you could lay your head in his lap.
"You'll have to see."
You chuckled softly but it sounded more nervous than amused. You got your bearings soon though, or tried to. You probably didn't even need a safeword. What was the worst that could happen?
Seungmin's knees started on either side of your hips, and he lazily kissed down your neck. It was partly foreplay, and partly somewhat one of his passions. But there was a goal. A task.
You ruffled his hair. "You're so gonna come to your senses tomorrow morning and wanna beat him up."
He slowly lifted his head, soon towering over you.
"I'm not that drunk."
You would've taken a second just to shiver, but it overlapped with Felix's hands brushing your thighs and lifting your dress from the skirt up. Seungmin's larger hands held your knees and parted your legs to make room for himself. Felix wrapped his hands behind your upper back to unclasp your bra.
"Take your time, holy," Seungmin jabbed at him. His friend only smiled, not sorry one bit.
Your lover hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties—his current enemy—and took no time to tug them down your legs. He was far from rough, but you couldn't describe his behavior as gentle. But you couldn't really describe anything. Your inner monologue had gone pretty quiet, except for the occasional: Woah, hot guy. Hot guys plural. Woah.
Maybe you had just gone dumb. If so, that was quick.
Your pussy said everything you couldn't, the ache already bordering on painful. Your boyfriend's thumb and pointer finger parted your folds, just so he could examine what had happened in the past few minutes of sexual banter. He clicked his tongue at the way you glistened. "You're incredibly wet, baby."
"I know." You breathed, earning a mean pat right where you were sensitive.
He continued tracing your labia a bit, as if you weren't already worked up. He gathered just a drop of your arousal to spread across your folds, leaving your little clit pink and throbbing; untouched. And if it somehow still wasn't enough, a pair of hands finally let your bra fall away, leaving you utterly exposed. Those hands didn't quite do much yet, just rested on your shoulders while watching his friend carry out routine on his girl. Your body wasn't just exposed; so was your intimacy, if there was a difference.
Felix, alarmingly calm, took your hands and held them right over your head on his lap. You felt embarrassed.
You felt warm.
Seungmin put his mouth on you, and you felt good.
Felix's soft hands palmed your breasts, squeezing gently with subconscious intent. He kept you in place. He circled your nipples, feeling them harden under his thumbs. Seungmin lapped at your clit, coating it in saliva and dulling the throb. He drew soft sighs out of you with every few practiced swirls of his tongue.
Seungmin lifted your thighs over his shoulders. Your eyes fell shut, and you let out a hushed whine. With how swollen you already were for him, you knew you could cum embarrassingly fast if he kept it up.
And it was as if everyone was a mind reader tonight, because just then Seungmin lifted his head with a grin, eager to test just how flushed he could get you. Stupid, you thought. He must've licked you like once and quit.
But when you saw his face, he was flushed too. You could imagine how hard to focus it'd be with your best friend in the room, let alone him holding your girl down for you.
His thumb found your clit and rubbed it from side to side, one of your ankles still resting on his shoulder. "How's it feel?"
"Good," you said just above a whisper.
"You sure? Looks like you're so sensitive already," he taunted. "I don't wanna hurt you."
As if he cared.
"Yeah?" You breathed. His fingers didn't stop.
He kissed right on your stomach. "Yeah."
Felix teased your nipple as Seungmin's patient mouth once again found purchase between your thighs. "I want you to make some noise for him, okay?"
"That's up to him," you retorted. They both clicked their tongues.
Your sassiness was gone in a second.
You yelped softly as Seungmin decided he was done teasing your pussy, and went straight to trying to make out with it. Seungmin's tongue flicked over the tip of your clit calmly but rapidly. All of your nerves were alight, never catching a break from his persistence. He was careful, maybe, but his brain couldn't always keep up with his mouth. His hand pushed your leg open even more, and prodded at your cunt with a couple fingers. A whimper escaped your throat.
Felix tapped your breasts around, just fucking with you.
Seungmin's palm pressed softly on your abdomen, tongue flattening on you like he was trying to be mean. His two fingers kept you open and tensing around him, but your clit was his center of attention. He kept his mouth glued to your sensitive bundle of nerves, alternating between licking and sucking so...gracefully. That was the word. You threaded your fingers into his soft black hair and carded through it, soothing him while he soothed you.
Suffice to say, you made some noise. He drew out several moans every time you only looked down at him.
“I bet that feels so good,” Felix cooed, one of his hands dragging up your chest slowly and onto your throat. He rested his palm there, and gently tapped your windpipe every now and then. You flushed violently, and when you lifted your hand to your face, he grabbed it.
Seungmin’s fingers curled inside you and pressed on your soft walls, his effect on you effortless. His other hand kept your lips fully open while his tongue slowly licked every facet of your nub. He was so methodical; it made you ache. He wasn't only eager, but he took his time, every time. "Sweetie," you moaned out, barely audible.
You had temporarily forgotten about the boy you were resting on until he spoke. "Such a gentleman, huh?" He remarked, as if Seungmin had already told him in detail about every time he ate you out.
You looked up at Felix, lip between your teeth, and nodded. He kept kneading your tits with one hand. The only thing distracting you from how badly your body wanted to cum was him. You cursed yourself for letting that happen. Such a slut.
But after a while...
"I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum," you moaned out, squirming just slightly like you couldn't help it. You weren't often so helpless under your boyfriend's mouth. Or maybe he never let it happen until now.
He looked up at you, lips never stalling with his eyes on you. He only kept you open wider.
You squeezed your eyes shut as the sensations drew so near.
"Eyes on me," Felix snapped. Your mind was blank, but you still managed to look at him. "I'm there," you mouthed, and then, as it always did, your peak washed over you.
You shook under the men as you came. The boy between your legs kept licking you, drawing more and more out of you, drinking it like water until you didn't let him anymore. He let you close your legs and patted your pussy. "How'd I do?"
Your eyes blinked open, glazed. "Wonderfully. Always wonderfully."
You all smiled, but Seungmin was happiest. He always loved making you cum, not just because he loved your pussy.
Felix also released you, and you sat up, smiling at your boyfriend. He gave you a couple kisses. Breath still heavy, you parted and checked beneath you. You didn't make a mess thanks to Seungmin's tidiness, but you presumed that further into the night you'd need some towels. You finally pulled your dress off your shoulders, now naked.
You may have been sensitive, but you knew the night was far from over. You weren't an idiot.
"Towels?" You pitched, and Felix was on it.
"Smart girl," Seungmin muttered, now against your lips. You held the back of his neck and pulled him in a bit, his dilemma nudging your thigh through his jeans. You both hummed softly into the kiss feeling your own unique aches. "Now I wanna hear you moan," you sighed out.
He chuckled. "Don't think you have that kind of control around here," he teased, pulling back. Now he was all talk.
Of course until he wasn't.
-
Felix returned once Seungmin was already pulling his belt out of the loops.
"What took you so long?" You asked.
He held up a larger bath towel. "This couch is getting contaminated. Look, I'm all caught up in the moment and all, but I'll be pissed in the morning if my couch is just covered in ass."
"Do you have to be so crass?" You mumbled, clearly not caring. Your eyes were glued to the sight of your boyfriend in front of you, visibly long and heavy just through his jeans. It was a wonder he never got hard on stage. That'd be a mess.
He was taking his sweet time too.
You joined him standing while Felix pulled out the sofa bed, making room, and laid the towel down. It wasn't set in stone what you'd all do from here, but there was a silent agreement that it didn't matter. It would play out. That's how you got here anyway.
You kissed Seungmin's neck and moved your hands up his body, pushing his shirt over his head. After his chest was bare, you watched as he finally freed himself from the restraints of wearing underwear. You watched. That's how the alcohol hit you. You were a pervert.
But you had no room to be so flirty because he was soon backing you against the now extended mattress. You might've needed to get a new sofa after this.
Seungmin locked eyes with Felix. He had bared his chest in the time you were so entranced in Seungmin, and was starting to open his pants as well. His bulge was prominent now, very intimidating. You felt hot again, laying there. Seungmin was back on you in no time, left hand firmer on your thigh than before, while the other worked you open. You hissed softly, surprised at his boldness. He tapped your clit as a test. You jumped.
"Still sensitive?" He mocked.
"When are you gonna learn what a clitoris is?" You sighed. In turn he slid the head of his dick right against it, catching right on the tip.
Again, you were reduced to something pliant only a second in.
"I love you," you whispered.
"Love you more." Accented with a dip inside of you.
You winced. It was only the start.
Felix didn't dare stroke himself watching his best friends have sex; instead he joined you two. He approached your side and kneeled right beside your head on the mattress. You tilted your head to the side, now head on and dangerously close to his dick. Now you could finally see him. A bit veiny, leaking, and big enough to hurt. A bit of saliva rolled down the side of our mouth. You looked up at him all doe-eyed as if there wasn't a pretty boy inside of you right now. Speaking of which, your boyfriend was half-way in by now, and you stretched around him beautifully. It always took some getting used to, but you were always fine.
"How's this?" Yongbok asked Seungmin, voice low.
Something dark could've flickered in Seungmin's eyes you expected, but they were shut in pleasure instead. "Go ahead."
Without instruction, you opened your mouth a bit more, and Felix slid his cock right in. Your eyes closed too in concentration. You were soon pretty full.
Felix hissed at the initial feeling of your mouth. When you started to suck, he made a few little throaty noises before getting in the swing of things and thrusting. He was one of the prettiest things you’d ever seen like this. Strong but lean, using you like he wasn’t sweeter than sugar. He bit his lip. After a minute he was moving his hips more effortlessly. You could keep your head in place, but you had to keep your mouth focused and open. His and Seungmin's thrusts fell into a rhythm soon enough. You felt like a doll they got to share.
Seungmin had bottomed out already, starting with a rock back and forth deep inside of you. When he'd had enough drifting, he finally pulled almost all the way out and thrust all the way back in, hitting your core easily; a punishing tactic you'd always adored. He filled you up so much; each time he moved you could feel him everywhere. You fully enveloped him, and he became somewhat of a moaning mess, while you were rendered quiet by a cock in your mouth. But that only meant that each harsh thrust in your pussy meant a whimper around Felix.
You lifted your hand to grip Felix's base, rubbing the length you couldn't take. He eased into your throat getting you to take more by the minute. He pulled out mostly, and you paid much attention to his tip, licking right on it whilst keeping your mouth around it. He let out a low moan when you licked just under it. "Seungmin-ah..." he groaned. "You're lucky."
"I know," Seungmin grunted. He thrusted deep, your core hot and broken in, clit throbbing and untouched; though you believed you could even cum from the position alone. With every bit of sensitivity being overworked, you had to focus so hard not to hurt Felix. You gagged a bit. Felix didn't risk calling you any names.
"You're so wet and perfect," Seungmin praised.
Felix pulled out to give you a breath, and you moaned out helplessly. Seungmin picked up to a steady pace inside you, skin on skin heard throughout the room. He was perfect. You continued stroking Felix, weakly, too distracted by that flame your man kept sparking right on that perfect spot inside of you. Felix stood up and moved behind your head, placing a nearby pillow under it while Seungmin pushed you slightly by your hips to scoot to the edge, as if he knew the deal. Felix tapped your cheek and you opened up obediently. With your head now hanging off the bed, he fucked your mouth with more leverage. If you ever had control, you didn’t anymore.
Something in the back of your cloudy mind had the idea that the two had planned this out. You knew your boyfriend would never talk about you like that, but they were too good at this. Next morning you'd find out Hyunjin put some shady aphrodisiac in your sojus or something; though he would never do that.
You knew Seungmin was good at sex, but you never struck him as someone good at sharing.
Seungmin took your hand in his. Felix kept rocking in and out, continuously leaking into your throat, words slurring as he mumbled how close he was. You kept your eyes closed, feeling some of him already dripping down your face. He held your head in both his hands, guiding and using your mouth as he pleased. Seungmin rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand, and with his other, he held your hip in place, more to steady himself than you. He was stalling ever so slightly, and the boys were both synced up again, giving all the tells that they would fill you up soon. Seungmin leaned down over your body and kissed your breast, sucking softly on your peak while buried inside you. His hips moved in and out shallowly while he whispered nice things against your skin. It was a wonder he wasn't meaner considering. He felt like heaven.
"I'm gonna cum, okay?" He breathed, as if you could respond.
-
This is where he was mean. He knew he could've made you cum there, before him even, but he didn't give you anything but an aching in your cervix. After all this, you surely weren’t ‘too sensitive’ for a nut.
-
He spilled inside of you shortly after Felix. Felix made sure to push in deep when he came so nothing dripped into your eyes or anything. In turn for that 'kindness' you had to choke on it and swallow every bit. You felt lightheaded when he pulled out, throat convulsing a bit when you could finally catch your breath. You sat up. Your cunt was warm once again as Seungmin left it, and your eyes were quite lidded. Seungmin crawled to straddle your thighs, bringing his hands up to wipe away some of his friend’s cum from your cheeks and lips. You just stared into his eyes, passive as ever.
"Do you wanna try her out?" Seungmin called out, clearly not speaking to you despite his eyes.
You took everything back. He was cruel.
Felix clearly had some stamina, already stroking himself even when he should've been tired to an extent. He walked around the side of the mattress and met Seungmin. "Here," Seungmin mumbled to him. Then to you: "Flip over, [name]."
You swallowed hard and obeyed. You got onto your hands and knees, facing away from them. Seungmin's seed began leaking out of you. "Be nice to her, okay?" he instructed, earning a nod from Felix. Felix knelt behind you, a hand resting on your ass. He pushed inside of you in no time, both of you sucking your teeth at the oversensitive feeling. “You feel okay?” Felix asked. You could imagine his pretty face right now even though you couldn’t see it.
“I’m okay~ yes,” you moaned softly. Your boyfriend walked around to where the other boy was when he was fucking your face. He pulled on his underwear while he was at it. Seungmin crouched to level with your face, held your chin and kissed you warmly, not really caring about what your mouth had touched before. "You can take it," he cooed, watching you wince a bit. You’d never seen him all acting all daddy like this. And it wasn’t often he’d seen you all subspaced out either. "You'd tap me if we hurt you, right?"
"Of course, baby," you said, head hanging.
If it did hurt, you liked it. A lot. It was confirmed. You were a—
"Slut," Seungmin remarked, only a smile on his face. You gasped, now locking your eyes on him. He held your chin up. "That's what you—ah," you whimpered softly, "—think of me?"
He kissed your forehead tenderly. "That's what you are."
"You little...bitch, I'll slap you," you threatened shallowly, mingling with your moans.
"You're not a slut," he whispered.
He folded, you thought. But really he knew how sensitive you were, in more ways than just the one being displayed tonight. He wasn't gonna fuck with you, especially as the heat of the moment was almost over, probably. "I'm gonna make sure you cum, okay?"
"For you?" You shot.
"Shut up."
You shifted your right hand across the bed his way. "Let me."
"Let you what?"
"Just...take your pants off," you said, halfheartedly from being fucked, and from having to be in love with this tease.
"Tsk. You're gonna make me rub your jaw for forever."
"Lix's fault," you grunted.
"Don't."
You smiled and he pulled his dick out for the second time now, already half hard from everything.
"I can't use my hands, you'll have to hold me," you muttered.
"I love holding you."
You rolled your eyes. Seungmin guided you gently by the nape of your neck to him, letting your mouth decide what it would do. You closed around his tip, licking everywhere your tongue could reach. He held your hair little by little. Felix’s cupped just under your throat again for leverage, but didn’t grab too hard. Remember? He had to be nice.
Felix pulled you back against him a few inches in a steady rhythm, drawing little mewls from your throat, occupying your poor cunt. But more than he was thrusting, he was drifting inside of you, drawing even more pleasure out of himself rather than continuing to take.
Seungmin hummed softly every now and then as you sucked on him, not like it was a chore, but like he was a lollipop to keep your mouth busy.
“Go on, give me as much as you gave Yongbok,” he commanded, so softly it felt like kindness. You met his eyes, cheeks heating up. But instantly, you increased the suction around him and licked all the sensitive spots you’d studied carefully. You didn’t need to guess this time. Your boyfriend was soon back to soft whimpers, even with that control he held over you, keeping your head in place as you dialed in and focused on every way you could please him. You massaged the skin below the head with your tongue when you weren’t taking his whole length, and when you were, you were still thorough. When he pulled out to let you breathe, you kitten licked the very tip like the ‘romantic’ you were. You sucked him like it was something you earned. He really was lucky.
He felt the way you jostled around him when Felix pushed all the way inside, and he could tell by the pause and the depth that that boy was close. "Don't cum inside of her," Seungmin warned.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Felix said with a shuddered breath, giving his few last thrusts before pulling out and working his dick on his own with his right hand, the other still resting on your ass. He sounded soft and slightly whiny despite his normally deep voice. Seungmin pulled out of your mouth and you chased him, but instead of leaving you hanging, he pulled you to your knees and pushed you back onto your back. He held your leg up and kissed right beside your knee, and anywhere his lips could reach like this. Between your legs you were soft and open, puffy from everything.
If he was anyone else, you’d cry. But instead you were borderline salivating now at the silent promise to be fucked again.
“Baby..” you sighed, still throbbing for him.
“Yeah?” He slid his shaft up your slit like routine. You had nothing to say; he knew it.
Felix, now knelt at your side, let out a soft, breathless moan when he finally released, cock drooling onto your stomach. He held your hair gently as if he had the right.
Seungmin’s tip caught on your clit and you shuddered, just when he promised to stop being an asshole, and finally dipped inside. He had no reason to tease you when you both would climax any minute. But you were an experiment tonight, and no matter how worked up you got, you could always get even more.
Felix continued stroking your hair. “You feel like a slut now?” He whispered lowly.
You nodded weakly. Seungmin held your cheek and kissed your face. His hips shallowly chased heat inside you, his pace soft and quick. His dick drew out whimpers at every inch he moved, mouth swallowing some of them when he kissed you. He dipped his thumb into the pool on your stomach, and then into your open mouth. You took it, licking Felix’s cum from the fingertip.
Felix pulled his fingers from your hair and used them on your clit instead now. He paused briefly while Seungmin spit right where you were connected, and then Felix spread it around with two fingers. He rubbed you back and forth and in circles, making you tremble.
“You’ve came just as much as Minnie,” Felix mumbled, eyes on where his fingers were working. “What’s got you this way?”
“She’s sensitive,” Seungmin replied. You couldn’t tell if he was defending you or mocking you.
You pushed Seungmin’s finger out of your mouth with your tongue. “I can speak…for myself.”
He traced your lip. “Yeah?”
You let out a broken moan at a sharp hit on your g-spot. “Fuck-!” You reached up for Seungmin, holding onto him and pulling him down, and he of course let you. Felix withdrew his hand from the tight position, and Seungmin’s replaced it.
“Fuck, baby,” you trailed off, hands reaching helplessly to find his face and kiss him. He instantly dove in to help, kissing your lips so softly, as if he’d never treated you or touched you like a slut. “You’re there?” He muttered. And you nodded, barely, with just a turn of your head.
“You want me deep?” He asked against your lips. “Tell me what you want.”
You nodded again, more fervently. “Deep…don’t be nice.”
And of course, he was still nice, at least by any real mean dom’s standards.
But you couldn’t tell the difference. He grinded himself against your cervix, sure to leave a bruise. When you clenched around him, he moaned so smoothly, just as pretty as he sang. You could hardly take it all, you thought, but he told you you could. And he surely didn’t have to convince you you liked it.
“Please, don’t stop,” you whispered with a brush of your hand over his where he caressed your sensitive parts.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he responded, hating how familiar it sounded. But if his roommate could make you happy, so be it. You were happy.
When he finally plucked that string just right, you were overflowing around him pulsing sweetly and quietly moaning with relief. He let out a broken whimper as you squeezed him, like it physically pained him to be this close, and from old routine, he pulled out when you finally let him. You lifted your hand to hold his length, pumping him steadily while he continued patiently massaging your clit until you couldn’t cum anymore.
You kept stroking him when he hit his peak and poured onto your stomach, making even more of a mess of your body. His eyes fell shut while noises escaped his pretty throat, his lashes fluttering. You drew as much you could out of him and gradually slowed your hand to a halt as he trembled. You were now both flushed and panting.
Seungmin lightly dropped his body down beside yours. You licked what was left of him on your hand. He looked the other way for his own sanity. “You’re okay?” He asked, a hidden, rare rasp in his soft voice.
“Of course.”
Felix was now coming back from the bathroom, where he was when you and Seungmin had been physically and mentally very occupied. He had pajama pants on now, and he was holding two more pairs that belonged to you and your boyfriend.
“Look, the aftercare king,” you announced quietly.
“Next you’ll have me getting us glasses of water,” he joked, which earned him a glare from Seungmin.
You smiled and Seungmin sat up, grabbing one of the spare towels and wiping away what the two had done on your torso. It had dripped down your sides and traveled to just beneath your breasts. A strangely erotic sight to behold, if only Seungmin had been paying attention while he was ‘taking care’ of you. You sat up once you were dry enough, kissing Seungmin’s head with gratitude. You were surprised at how shaky you still were.
Felix handed you the pants. He got you underwear too, the angel.
“Okay actually stay out of her panty drawer,” Seungmin warned. You laughed, nodding with agreement. As—morbidly—fun as it was, you hoped this would be the last time Felix assisted in post-sex pampering. That was of course unless you would to be dumb enough to let this happen again (which was entirely possible given tonight’s…ease). But all good things come to an end. You didn’t want Felix in your panty drawer, even if you’d let him in your panties, if that makes any sense.
You gave Seungmin’s neck soft kisses above the collar bone, and light bruises just below to the side while he toweled himself and pulled on his own underwear.
“Not so left out anymore are you?” You asked Felix.
He chuckled. “Left in, very left in. Sorry again, Seungminnie.”
“Don’t be,” Seungmin replied. “It was fun. Very fun.”
“And I congratulate you for the way you can make girls cum,” Felix added. “It’s like an art. I mean, you didn’t get to see what I can do tonight, but-”
“Shut uppp,” Seungmin whined. “...And thank you.”
You laughed, tugging the pants on, finally covered up. You blushed even harder at the reminder Yongbok was now familiar with your body.
-
It was hard to know if a man was ever truly fucking you with no strings. If anyone knew Felix’s situation, it was Seungmin. Seungmin knew Felix wasn’t into you really much at all, except for the fact that he was willing to and did fuck you. Felix got enough play that it didn’t have to mean anything. But that isn’t saying Felix wouldn’t be down another night. He just had to be ‘not that drunk’ enough to do it.
In the end, his body remembered more than he would the next day, despite only being tipsy. Seungmin had an addiction to feed; Felix was sweet, and bluntly, there for the vibes.
-
You and Seungmin went straight to bed after brushing your teeth and cleaning up a bit, just sitting up against the pillows, pressed against each other. Some soft moonlight filtered in through the blinds, and all the lamps were off. You were still wide awake, but your body was tired to say the least. Seungmin just kind of held you in his arms the best he could, lightly and warmly.
You tried to think of something to say, and though there was so much to talk about, not much came. There was a beauty to that though.
“I love you,” you said eventually. He of course said it back. No more teasing, no more sarcasm. All that would come back once he wasn’t a noodle.
“I’m gonna be bruised, I’m sure of it,” you added, playing with his hands.
He sounded apologetic, but not surprised. “I’ll do everything for you.”
“No…you aren’t supposed to do anything either.”
“I can dance now, a lot. I’ll walk for you till you ‘heal,’” he said against your hair with a smile. “Unless you wanna show off to me my impact. Might like it.”
You swatted him, and he held your jaw gently to rub it. Wow.
“Hm…I wonder what we’ll feel like tomorrow,” you mused. “I still don’t know what to think.”
“Don’t think too much.”
“Hypocrite.”
“Let me love you,” he whined, pressing into your shoulder, dropping his hand to drape over you.
“Fine.”
You held him back, an arm around his body while he nuzzled against you like a damn neglected puppy. He was far from neglected though, at least with you around. In fact, he was always, of course, your center of attention.
He just maybe had to keep Felix in line to keep it that way.
