INEXPERIENCED.

A MODERN LOVE STORY.

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

When your tinder date who was supposed to be just a hook up becomes your boyfriend within a week.

pairing: han jisung x f!reader genre/tags: pwp, smut, fluff, jisung is such a gentleman, fingering, oral (m receiving), piv, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), major size kink, slight daddy kink (not surprised), jisung has huge dick, jisung cums on readers face, i think that's it Imk if i missed any o_0 words: 4.5k

**old repost from my deleted blog

Dating apps were never really your thing, you’ve always been an “old fashioned” kind of girl. You’ve secretly dreamt of meeting your lover in a grocery store or bumping into them at a library where you instantly fall in love. Unfortunately, you can’t be delusional forever, your Prince Charming isn’t going to just come knocking for you at your doorstep. Unless…you find someone who can come to your doorstep but through an app, Tinder. You decided to give it a try and see what all the hype was about after your best friend Ryujin raved about all the hot guys she was meeting— and banging.

You often found yourself quite jealous of all the good sex she was getting, she could have anything she wanted all at her fingertips. You were always horny and looking for the next toy to play with but you decided maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to try and find a cute guy to hook up with and relieve some quick stress. You may be old fashioned but you weren’t too uptight to have a hook up once in a while.

You downloaded Tinder for once in your lifetime and wrote in all your info, chose your best photos, and made a silly little bio. Your bio was just ‘looking for a fun time, need someone who can break my back, not my heart’ you know it super lame but most guys like corny shit like that anyway. You swiped for ages and ages, barely giving anyone a right swipe because you were way too picky. They had to be top tier in the visual department even if they were just a one night stand, you’ll always have standards. You were getting tired of swiping and just about to call it a night up until you swiped on the next profile. His name was Han and he only lived 2.5 miles from you.

As you were scrolling through his profile, you couldn’t stop thinking how hot he was, his hair was blonde, and he always wore the same cross necklace in his all photos. You read his profile some more and saw that he has a dog named Bbama and you smiled at how adorable his dog was. You instantly swiped right after seeing the dog pics and you couldn’t believe you matched with him already. Your heart kind of skipped a beat for a second and you closed the app immediately. You didn’t think he’d be so quick to match with you and you wanted to message him but your pride got in the way. You figured he’s way too fine to even message you back, he probably gets floods of messages from girls asking. You decide to play it cool and not say anything, instead you took a screenshot of his profile and sent it to Ryujin.

She texts you back a couple minutes later and says she thinks he’s really hot, you’re glad she approves but you’re not surprised that she wouldn’t. You go through his profile again and see that he has his Instagram linked to his Tinder, you go to his Instagram account and continue your stalking spree. You see a bunch of pics of his dog, food, and mostly outdoorsy stuff. You didn’t figure him to be the wilderness type of guy but he was, he’s been hiking all over different mountains and has photos of him at the very top. You were in awe of how fearless this man was, you were swayed already by how he presented himself.

Your phone buzzes with a new notification.

‘Han sent you a message’ Tinder alerts you of 2 new notifications from him. You open the messages immediately, a huge grin plastered on your face as you read what he said to you.

‘Hi y/n’

‘What’s your favorite food?’

‘I’m taking notes on where I need to take you on our first date’

That was very smooth but also straightforward, you liked him already.

‘Pho, I could eat it everyday’

‘You’re already planning our date? lol’

You sent the messages and texted Ryujin straight away, telling her how much of a success this was already going. She tells you how much she was right all along and how you’ve been missing out this whole time, you just giggle at her shenanigans.

You get another notification from Tinder and it’s from your favorite new guy already.

‘Yes, how could I not? You’re a 10/10’

You smile to yourself when reading at that comment, you never really saw yourself as a perfect 10 but if someone this highly attractive sees you that way then you must be a smokeshow. Han sends you another message,

‘I can pick you up tmrw at 5? Dinner is on me babe so no need to bring a wallet ;)’

You bit your lip at that last sentence, who would’ve known someone this sexy could be your sugar daddy AND fuck buddy? Ok well maybe the sugar daddy part was just a joke. It definitely turned you on knowing that he’s willing to spend his money on you without you feeling guilt about it though.

‘See you at 5 <3’ you reply to him.

The very next day you’re in the car going to your date with Han. The moment you laid eyes on him there was a lustful nature that came out of you. You didn’t even think it could be possible but he looked even better in person, the pictures didn’t do him justice whatsoever. His jawline was insane, it was sharp and looked absolutely perfect from his side profile. His hair was a little messy but in a really cute way, he had a small silver stud in his ear and wore his cross necklace like the one in his photos. You couldn’t believe it was really him in your driveway, he had to be the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. He wore a plain black T-shirt with baggy jeans and converse, he looked effortlessly cool. He was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other was playing with his radio. He was trying to get the Aux cord to work properly but it just wasn’t cooperating with him, he decides to just leave it alone.

“So uh.. anyway is this your first Tinder date?” He asks trying to break the awkward silence.

“Yeah, actually it is,” you tell him “I’m not the hugest fan of dating apps but I decided why not give it a shot.” You say as your shrug your shoulders.

“Ah I see, well you met me so that’s a good sign so far right?” He asks with a goofy grin on his face, you couldn’t help but giggle at his quirkiness.

You talk for a bit more in the car and get to know each other, as you’re getting nearer to the destination he comes to a stop into a parking lot. He gets out of the car first and opens the door for you on your side.

“M’lady,” Han says in a funny voice, taking your hand in his as you get out the car. You’re loving his silly and fun energy so far, it’s definitely bringing your mood up as you had no expectations for how this would go.

The date ended up going extremely well, you both couldn’t stop laughing and cracking jokes together. Everything felt super lighthearted and easygoing with Han, you felt like you could say just about anything with him, feeling like you’ve known him for much longer than a couple of hours. He bought so much expensive meat for the both of you at the restaurant and the pho was fantastic. You’ve never been to this particular restaurant before as it was a bit too out of your price range, you were surprised when he told you he ate here frequently. You wanted to ask him what he does for a living but you don’t want to seem rude. You ate as much as you could and he definitely ate way more than you, lightly making fun at the way you eat. You do eat pretty slow so you aren’t shocked by the way he’s noticing that already.

You like the way Han eats because he stores food in his cheeks like a squirrel, usually that action would give you the ick but with him you find it quite endearing. Once you both finish eating at the restaurant he takes you to a pier where there’s pretty lights near the water. It was a nice day to go out on a walk so he grabbed your hand and led the way down the path. You guys talked so much for hours about any and everything, you talked for so long that you ended up watching the sunset together, then looked at the stars. When you looked down and noticed that you’ve been holding hands with him this whole time, but you didn’t want to point it out to Han incase he’d let go.

You’ve spent a total of only 5 hours with this man but you really do feel as though you’ve known him your whole life. He was so fun to talk to, handsome, and literally the sweetest person ever, it made you question how someone this perfect could even be single. You really couldn’t wait any longer for him to end up in your bed tonight and that’s exactly what you planned to happen. As the night progresses you ask him if he wants to come back to your place for the night. He looks surprised yet obliges and drives back to your apartment. It was pretty late at night and you only had your tiny lamp in the kitchen on, so you couldn’t see much of where you were going. You turn around to face Han who’s been staring you up and down this whole time.

You didn’t even have much time to take off your jacket before Han’s lips were all over yours. His hands roamed all over your body and yours were now tangled in his messy blonde hair. He startles you for a second when he picks you up and lifts you onto the marble kitchen countertop, not breaking the kiss once. He bites down on your lower lip slightly, making you gasp so he can easily slip his tongue in you. His movements were gentle and he kisses you so passionately, one of his hands comes up behind your neck and the other is stroking the apex of your thigh. As you both pull away from kissing, he stops to stare at you for the longest second.

“You are so beautiful y/n,” he says, stroking your hair and tucking some behind your ear, then he kisses your ear and licks it. He continues peppering a few more kisses downwards and to your neck, beginning to suck lightly, causing you to let out a quiet moan. He leaves a couple small hickies around your neck and kisses your lips once again. You tug at his T-shirt and motion for him to take it off, he does as he’s told and removes it from his body. You get a faint look at his chest since it’s a such little bit of light in the kitchen, from what you can see however, he looks perfect. When he comes closer, you can feel his rock solid abs, you know he works out but you weren’t expecting him to be this fit.

You go back to making out for awhile and his hands are now laid on your chest. He cups both of your boobs in his hands and kneads them through your thin shirt, he realizes this isn’t enough for him so he slides his hands underneath your shirt. He ran his fingers against your nipples and starts to pinch them lightly, making you moan directly into his mouth. He groans when you bring your hand lower to his pelvis, trying to locate his belt so you can tell him to take it off. You finally reach something you presume to be leather and you grab it, bringing his body closer to you in the process.

“You want me to take this off huh?” Han asks, pointing to his belt but all you see is his erect dick print through his jeans.

You nod your head profusely, “yes pleasee, right now!”

He grins at you while slowly taking off his belt, throwing it down on the floor and now he’s stroking his cock through his pants. You hear him groan a little bit as you can see him palming himself, wanting to take him in your mouth so bad.

“Let me give you head,” you say almost desperately, you didn’t mean for it to sound so needy but you really wanted— no needed his cock.

“Okay,” he says smiling back at you, “sounds great to me.”

You get up from the kitchen counter and now position yourself on the floor, on your knees. You never pictured yourself to be the one sucking a random guy off Tinder’s dick but hey, things just so happen to turn out that way. You unzip Han’s pants and gently pull them down, he was wearing pink supreme boxers and you expected nothing less from him. You pull down his boxers too and his erect cock springs up out of them like a slinky. Eyes growing wide in awe as you couldn’t wait for his giant, thick cock to go into your mouth. You start to stroke his length and realize that one hand won’t be enough to do the job, you have to use two to get a good firm grasp around it and even then it’s still a few inches off.

You contemplate how you’re even going to fit all of him into your mouth but you think of the consequences later. You continue pumping his cock with your hands and he moans lowly under his breath. You lick the tip of his cock and he winces a little, that must be his sensitive spot. You suck on the tip and guide your mouth to slowly take in more of his cock, keeping a suction-tight grip on him as you keep lowering your head. You get to a point where you start to physically choke and gag on his cock, your saliva was getting everywhere now, all over your chin, your chest, his cock, and some even spilled on the floor. You know you have to be a good girl and take all of him but you never had someone this big before.

“You have such a nice dick,” you blurt out while taking a break, wanting to please him more than anything.

“Thank you baby,” Han smiles down at you while you bring his cock back into your mouth, this time breathing through your nose you have a better chance at taking him all. You were successful and managed to get most of it inside your mouth, maybe just a couple centimeters off. You kept at it, sucking his cock like your life literally depended on it, shooting your head back and forth making you feel dizzy.

“Mmm yeah… that’s it baby… just like that-” Han moans out for you with his eyes closed shut and head thrown back, you’re making him feel so good right now.

“I think I’m gonna cum y/n…”

You continue what you’ve been doing for the past 15 minutes or so, sucking his cock at an even faster rate. You look up at him and give him a sultry look with your eyes, you need to feel his cum all over you.

“Please cum on my face daddy,” you tell him, you used to let your ex cum on your face all the time and you were craving for that kind of thing at the moment. You keep deepthroating him and making gagging noises in the process, wanting him to know just how hard you’re working for his cum. He lets out a long moan and keeps saying he’s about to cum, you tap his dick on your tongue so you can get a taste of his load shooting out and then… you suddenly go blind. Han’s load comes out so fast that it got everywhere, causing some of it to get into your eye. You couldn’t see for a bit and rubbed your eye, feeling a thick, sticky substance on your left cheek. Han’s cum was now painted all over your face, some even got on your shoulder and landed on the floor. You smiled at how much cum you caused to come out his dick, feeling awfully proud of yourself.

You get up from your knees and start kissing again, he brings you back to the counter you were originally sitting on and he toys with the waistband of your skirt. He pulls your skirt down and begins rubbing your pussy through your underwear, dragging his fingers along your slit and teasing you. You whimper as you buck your hips up, wanting to feel his fingers on your clit. He finally moves your panties to the side and starts rubbing his middle finger against your swollen clit.

“Damn, you’re wet as fuck…” he says, looking at your glistening, wet pussy. He circles your clit and spits on it, mixing your juices with his saliva. He then dips his finger inside your hole, you let out a moan as he starts pushing his finger in and out. The sound of his fingers going in your wet pussy sound so dirty yet so blissful. He kisses you as he keeps fingering you, spreading you open with another finger. You’re such a moaning mess and it’s all thanks to Han’s wonderful fingers. You were arching your back at the sensation you were feeling, his thumb is now rubbing your clit while two of his fingers are still inside. You wanted his cock so badly, but you were going to have to ask nicely for it.

“I need you…” you whine to Han, you don’t know why you were too shy to say what you needed the most though.

“Need what baby?” He asks with his fingers still deep inside your sopping cunt, you were aching for something bigger and it’s making you go crazy.

“Your cock… need your cock, please!” You practically beg at this point for it. Han’s smile grew wider as he saw how needy you were already acting for him.

“As you wish pretty girl,” he says, taking his fingers out and licking the juices off of them one by one. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it along your folds, he feels how soaking wet you are and it’s already enough to make him want to burst. He doesn’t think he’s a fast cummer (is that a word?) but for you, he’d nut instantly. He slides his thick, long cock into your little pussy, making you audibly gasp in pain and pleasure.

The size of him is enough to make you want to never be able to walk again, but you think once he’s done with you he’ll be leaving you permanently bed ridden.

“Just relax baby, you can take it all trust me..” Han assures you as he continues to slide his length inside, your wetness mixed with the sounds of his dick makes for the perfect porn audio. Your legs were spreading wide open and rested on his shoulders, he was taking nice and slow strokes at first. He wants you to become more adjusted to his size, he’s finally able to get all of himself in. You look down at your stomach to see a giant bulge, his cock was so big that he practically took up half of your torso.

“Ready baby?” Han whispers in your ear, asking for the okay to start thrusting deeper into you. You nod as you were finally getting used to him, he goes a little faster and starts to build a steady pace. His cock is hitting the back of your walls nicely and you feel every inch of him inside you. The cross necklace he was still wearing dangled over you, which was pretty ironic for the sinful act you two were committing at the moment. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he moves deeper into you, stretching you out like the little whore you are. You feel yourself growing wetter with each thrust and he’s grabbing your waist tightly with both hands.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good… my god..” Han says moaning, his eyes are closed again as he keeps fucking your tight pussy. You took his cock so well, you were so proud of yourself.

“Your cock feels amazing daddy,” you whimper out to him as you continue moaning his name, feeling like you’re about to cum already. Han’s breath becomes more irregular and his strokes are getting messier, you can tell he’s reaching his climax as well.

“Let’s cum together.” Han coaxes, holding your hand while fucking into you, his cock fits all the way inside without hurting you now and all you feel is immense pleasure. You nod your head in agreement with him and focus on reaching your high. A wave of ecstasy washes over you as Han hits a certain spot in you, his dick is so big that it can reach little places you never felt before, it’s an incredible feeling. Your head swings back as you feel your orgasm approaching, you let out a few curse words and catch your breath. Han feels his release coming too and quickly pulls out, he pumps his cock for a little bit with his right hand and watches his load shoot out onto your stomach. He lets out an erotic groan as he finishes off his last bit of cum and strokes his cock a little more.

“Fuck that was the best sex I’ve ever had..” Han says while panting, grabbing your face to pull into you a breathless kiss.

“Yeah, that was definitely amazing,” you respond after pulling away, smiling at his first impressions of you.

It was now midnight and you were both exhausted, you two were too fucked out to do anything else and Han was way too tired to head home that night. You didn’t mind Han staying over at your place, to be honest, it felt pretty normal. As you both got into bed he gave you tons of forehead kisses and cradled you to sleep, his embrace felt safe and protecting. You never wanted to leave his presence and neither did he.

It was the early hours of the morning and the sun is beaming on your face through the sheer white curtains. You wake up to a familiar smell coming from your kitchen, it was the smell of eggs and pancakes cooking. You put on some clothes quickly to head to your kitchen, you see Han in nothing but his underwear cooking you breakfast. You looked at the clock and saw that it was only 7:04 am, how is he already awake at this time of the morning? You make your way on over to him and give him a chaste kiss, telling him good morning. He finishes up cooking and grabs some plates for the both of you. You couldn’t believe your eyes right now, your Tinder date that you just hooked up with last night is now cooking you breakfast. You want to feel like you’re living in a dream but the more you keep blinking the more real this situation feels.

“Ready to eat babe?” Han asks, handing you a plate full of food. You nod, still trying to process everything that’s going on but you don’t want to keep questioning it. You sit at the table with Han and eat your food. You both talk as though everything is normal, still making little jokes with each other like yesterday’s date. The food he made was pretty good and you were wondering what other hidden skills he may have been hiding. You’re now questioning what could be wrong with him since he’s so perfect, why hasn’t someone like him not been snatched up yet? As you finish eating you head back upstairs, Han follows you.

“What’re you doing?” You ask him, turning around to face him in confusion.

“Im just following where you’re going,” he admits sheepishly.

“But why?” You genuinely want to know why he’s considered still being here and isn’t fleeing after finally getting what he wanted.

“I want to stay here for a while,” he says while looking away at something else, he was a bit shy to ask if he could stay over for another day.

“For how long?” You ask, wondering if he’s serious about his infatuation with you.

“I- I don’t know, can I just stay for one more night? Please y/n?” He holds your hand, gently caressing and rubbing it.

You feel conflicted, on one hand you want someone you can feel connected to on a deeper level but the other hand is making you want to keep this relationship as no strings attached. You sigh as you see the glint in his eyes, his eyes were all it took for you to give into him.

“Okay” you say, he smiles as he hears your swift response. He presses a soft kiss against your lips and lets you lead the way back to your room.

Four days have passed and Han is still staying in your apartment with you. You decided you didn’t actually hate his company and that it was just the fear of commitment that made you reluctant. Han was different though, he brought a side out of you that no one else has. He brings you flowers, makes you laugh until your stomach hurts, listens to your problems/needs/wants/desires, shuts up when he’s supposed to, and does anything you say at the drop of a hat.

He’s the perfect guy for you and you met him on something you wouldn’t have tried if it wasn’t for your best friend. You’re still in shock by how you and Han are basically in a relationship now, I mean who stays at someone’s house for almost a week if they weren’t falling in love? You should be happy yet you’re nervous, you’re nervous about telling Ryujin, what if she thinks you’re moving too fast? You didn’t tell anyone about this “relationship” yet since you’ve never rushed into things this quickly with someone.

Han was a great person and you knew that with every fiber of your being, you just didn’t know if others would see that through just a few days of talking. You know you’re going to have to do it at some point since you’re actually thinking about getting serious with him. Han has been nothing more than amazing to you and if everyone else doesn’t see that then they’re crazy, you can’t convince everyone to like him but you start to feel as though it won’t be an issue for him. You think he’ll fit in just fine with everyone in due time ♡

sucking him off

he's tired and he can't seem to sleep. still high on adrenaline so you decide to ease his body...

-contains mature themes (this is very fluffy and hyunjin is so babie)

touring around different countries, across continents and having to perform for 3 hours nearly every two days was exhausting.

watching as hyunjin plops on the bed after reaching the hotel after the macau concert. seungmin and jeongin deciding to go live while hyunjin makes an appearance. staying for some time before he returns back.

sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly watching you cook some instant cup noodles for y'all.

he sniffles, sighing loudly and you can't help but laugh at his almost puppy like behaviour. turning around to see him flat on the bed. laying on his back with his legs spread apart. bathroom slippers hanging off his feet funnily.

"m'tiredddd" he groans, stretching his arms up. rolling his head around in the soft pillow.

bringing his hand down to pat his tummy. making all sorts of disgruntled noises while he lifts his legs up and drops them down. letting out another sigh.

continuing to press his lower abdomen with a firm hand. breathing slowly. he looks so calm, it makes you want to give him the world.

he's exhausted. but he can't fall asleep. adrenaline still rushing in his veins. still hyper from the concert yet too tired to even have energy to get up.

"..jinnie"

you mumble sweetly, deciding to give him something to relax. or maybe you just needed to calm yourself down after seeing him lay down in such a seemingly sexy way.

"mh- MH?!" he hums. going higher in pitch when you sit between his legs.

pressing a kiss to his inner thigh. taking him by surprise. neverthess he stays still, sinking deeper into the mattress. pressing kisses over his covered crotch.

"b-baby" is all he whispers, lifting his hips up for you to tug his tracksuit pants down just enough.

the cardigan he had on, exposing the tank top he was wearing underneath. exhaling as you fiddle with his waistband.

pulling it down to wrap your fingers around his hardening length. never failing to always surprise you with how pretty his dick looked. (i believe hyunjin has the prettiest most beautiful elegant dick and you cannot convince me otherwise)

smiling to yourself at how he pats his stomach in anticipation. cardigan sleeves so long that only the tips of his fingers stick out.

placing a small kiss to the tip, tasting his slick on your lips. so you sweetly circle your tongue over his weeping slit. body tingling with how loved you were feeling.

"m-mh babyyyy"

hyunjin drawls. voice cracking ever so slightly. absolutely strained after singing. you glance up at him. only seeing the underside of his chin and his heaving chest.

sticking your tongue out to lick a long stripe from his base all the way up to his tip. taking him in your mouth with a relieved sigh.

god, you loved thus man so much that you dreamt of doing this just to ease your mind.

"s-shit just like that"

moaning softly. goosebumps rising on his skin when you slide your hand underneath his tank top.

earning a surprised little squeak at your cold fingertips. thoughtlessly you suck on him. eyes closing with the pleasant weight on your tongue. warm and heavy.

breathing out shakily from your nose. his bigger hands sliding on top of yours. interlacing your fingers while you place wet sloppy kisses all over his dick.

looking up to see his chest heave. throwing his head further back and whining.

"cumming! c-cummi..."

hyunjin groans. squeezing your hand. feeling him twitch in your mouth and you take him deeper.

moaning your name sweetly while he cums harder than ever. legs closing around you. arching his back with a long drawn out whine.

you swallow. tasting the thick white slick that fills your mouth. sqeezing his hand reassuringly.

when you do lift your head up. his eyes are struggling to stay open.

making grabby hands at you sleepily.

"hold me, baby"

he whispers, grinning happily when you lay on top of him. kissing him on the cheek.

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i love this liddol dumpling

it’s something about jealous chan.

it wasn’t often that he would get this way— that singular raised eyebrow, snarky remarks, the squeezing of your thigh. though when he did, it was noticeable. blatantly obvious.

he didn’t like when guys talked to you, or even be anywhere near you. it drove him nuts seeing a smile creep onto your face from just talking to another guy, or when you laughed at someone else’s joke. why didn’t you react that way with him?

was he the problem?

oh but he was. you two weren’t dating— in fact were merely just friends, but you did know of each other. despite that, chan wanted you all to himself. he admired every part of you, and wanted nothing more than to shield you from the male gaze.

the music was louder than anything around you, but you didn’t care. here you were, in a random room with a complete stranger. you had no idea where bangchan was, nor did you care— well, you were too drunk to care.

your moans we’re soft and persistent as his lips bit and nipped at your skin, leaving small marks against your neck. his hand slipped up your dress, brushing over your clothed area slightly.

you wanted this, you needed this.

so why did it still feel like it wasn’t enough?

because it wasn’t him?

the boy’s hand tugged at your skirt, eager to pull it off only to be stopped by someone coming into the room. you whined out, looking over to see bangchan standing in the door way. before you could say anything, he invited himself in, leaving you in a confused dazed.

“Chan?! I thought you went home?”

“You think this is funny?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, watching as he walked over to the two of you, glaring at the boy harshly.

“Woah man, I didn’t know this was your girl.” you sighed, moving away from the boy and giving Chan an annoyed look.

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend and needs to act like one.”

chan grabbed him by the arm, pulling him out the room and closing it behind him. you heard the lock click making you sit up. you stared at him blankly, unsure of what to say to him. you had no idea what he was thinking or what his intentions were, but you remembered this expression before. the scoffing, the rolling of his eyes.

jealousy.

he was jealous.

“Before you get all riled up. It was nothing Chan, we barely did anything.”

he walked over to you, eyeing your neck for a moment before laughing to himself. a small red mark was painted into your skin, turning almost a soft purple. you’ve surely done it now and this may have been enough to set him off.

“Barely did anything, huh?”

he glared at you, his eyes feeling as if they were stinging into your skin. his eyes trailed down your skin, being met with multiple bite marks, and the small tints of pink that threatened to form into a hickey. he peeked at your skirt, seeing the zipper half way undone. your heels laid a mess on the floor as the male’s jacket rested beside them.

“I don’t understand what you’re getting all worked up about.” you stumbled up, rolling your eyes at him as you bent over to grab your heels.

chan grabbed your wrist, pulling you back up and holding it by his head. He squeezed it, his nails digging into your delicate skin.

“Chan— ow, let go of me!”

your brain was fuzzy, legs so numb, you couldn’t quite grasp what was going on. one thing was for sure though, you were desperate. desperate for his attention, desperate for someone to touch you and make you feel as if you were worth something.

and the gaze he gave you, only made that feeling it worse.

“What will it take for your dumb little brain to realize.”

he leaned in, his face merely inches away from your own. the tension between you two grew, making your body heat up and your heart beat out of your chest.

“I don’t like other people touching what’s mine.”

you stayed quiet, feeling his glare worsen as he backed you up against the wall. he let go of your wrist, his hand grazing under your chin softly.

“And calling me a friend?”

your skin was hot to the touch as he brushed his lips by your neck, smelling a mix of your perfume and the previous man.

“Bold choice of words for someone who begs for me every other night, isn’t that right bunny?”

this is what you wanted. his attention— you wanted him to notice you, to want you as bad as you wanted him. his gaze was still harsh, not softening in even the slightest. his free hand slipped under your skirt, his fingers running along your clothed area. a soft whimper escaped you, making you shift slightly in reaction.

he circled your clit softly with his two fingers, his lips kissing against your neck. he sunk his teeth into the same areas the man did, only harder receiving a small yelp out of you.

chan tugged at your band of your underwear, pulling it down until it fell to your ankles. he slipped his fingers between your folds, gathering a bit of your slick.

“Chan, fuck— more.”

“So needy, aren’t you baby..”

you nodded your head, feeling his fingers push into you softly. your walls clenched around him as they curled, hitting your sweet spot perfectly. his hooded eyes felt as if they burned a whole into your skull. he tilted his head at you, watching you fall apart as he pumped his fingers into you repeatedly and not letting up.

“You like that?” he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding up your weight as your knees began to buckle under him.

“Is this what you wanted? Poor bunny wanted my attention, hm?”

he pulled his fingers out of you, placing them on his tongue to taste. a low growl escaped his mouth as you both watched your string of slick connect from his tongue to his finger.

“As much as I wanna give you what you want,” he pushed you onto the bed, bending you over just enough to expose your ass through your skirt.

“You sadly don’t deserve the princess treatment.”

chan quickly undid his buckle, pulling his pants down slightly. he pulled his cock out of his band, rubbing it softly against your folds. he threw his head back, pushing himself in you just enough for you to feel his tip.

“Fuck baby..” his hand gripped your waist as his cock sank deeper into you, feeling your walls constantly squeeze at him.

he fastened his pace, pushing his tip against your sweet spot with every motion. his nails dug into your skin, his strokes getting sloppier by the minute as he fucked his emotions into you.

you didn’t even deserve this— you were about to give yourself away to some random man all because he wasn’t paying attention to you. but god, was it so hot to see how desperate you were. watching you fuck on the closest thing you could find, only to realize they were nothing in comparison to himself.

he wrapped his arm under your waist, pulling you up against his body. his hand held the front of your neck, squeezing it softly but still allowing you to breathe.

“All these guys, and they don’t fuck you like I do huh?”

you whimpered and moaned as he pounded into you, showing no mercy. chan dug his nails into your neck, making you cry out in response.

“Aww, too fucked out you can’t even respond to me? That’s too bad.”

his grip onto your neck wouldn’t let up, your legs shaking as they felt like they would give out at any moment. chan relentlessly fucked you, his thrusts getting harder and faster as he felt himself slipping.

“Chan.. oh my god.” he kissed at the back of your neck, groaning against your skin as he felt your walls quiver around him.

“Gonna cum for me baby?”

he was practically out of breath at this point, his tip leaking into you. you nodded, knowing any marks you once had were now going to be replaced by the marking of his nails. he pushed your body toward the bed once again, fucking you into the mattress with no remorse.

a small white ring formed around his member as your drunken whines filled the room, begging him to slow down as you reached your peak.

“that’s it, let it out f’me.”

within seconds he let himself go, his own pleasure leaking out of your abused hole and mixing with your juices. chan let out a large sigh, feeling you pulsate around his cock as his thrusts slowed.

“Feel so good when I fill you up.” he mumbled, pulling his cock out of you.

he pushed two fingers into you, pumping them slowly as he watched your thighs squeeze from overstimulation. he used his free hand to grab you by the hair, pulling your head up. you cried out in pain, feeling his fingers curl inside of you.

“The next time you talk to another man..” he leaned over, lips only a few inches away from your ear.

“If I even see another man touch you, i’ll make sure he watches me destroy you.”

chan pulled his fingers out of you, placing a soft kiss against your cheek. he pulled up his pants, hand running against the curve of your ass.

“Are we clear bunny?”

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Doing Something Unholy

Yang Jeongin x Reader

Word Count: 5,098

Genre: Smut, Fluff, a hint of angst

Rating: Explicit, MINORS DNI!

Summary: Y/N goes to confession and admits her sinful desires to Father Yang, and he happily indulges them. After their first time together, however, genuine feelings begin to develop, putting Father Yang's job at risk.

Warnings: Religious themes, Priest!Jeongin, smut (unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, Reader calls Jeongin "Father" during sex, biting, slight soft dom!Jeongin, creampie, possessive Jeongin if you squint), a tiny bit of insecurity on Reader's part, getting caught having sex, Jeongin gets fired, slight parental angst. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!

Fic is under the cut.

It started on a Sunday that seemed just like countless others. You woke up early, got dressed, and went to mass. Father Yang spoke at the front of the church just like he did every week, and you struggled to pay attention. Thoughts about his cock inside of you drowned out the homily as usual. You were ashamed of the sinful thoughts you were having, but a small part of you also enjoyed them. He was younger than most of the priests that you had previously met, much more attractive, and a much better public speaker. If he wasn’t a priest, you would have started trying to get with him ages ago. You knew that it could never be, however, so you decided to try asking for his advice during confession, hoping that he could give you guidance on how to move forward.

Father Yang caught onto your interest in him shortly after it started. He would have been lying to himself if he’d said that he didn’t find himself incredibly attracted to you. Though he knew that acting on it would be wrong, he saw no harm in admiring your beauty from afar. Seeing your smile every Sunday made him weak in the knees, and your voice was like that of an angel in his eyes.

Once service ended, you waited quietly while Father Yang spoke to various members of the congregation. Watching him take an interest in what was happening within his community always made your heart swell, and you couldn’t help but think of how attracted you were to him beyond his physical appearance. He had a beautiful soul, too, something that became increasingly obvious each time you saw him answer questions from church members with nothing but care and kindness. In all honesty, though, it made you feel even more guilty for thinking about him the way you did.

When the conversation he was having with an older member of the church ended, you quickly made your way to where he was standing. He smiled when he saw you, and the anxiety you felt in that moment made you feel like you were going to throw up. It was too late to go back now, though, so you quietly asked, “Father, when is the next time that you’ll be available for confession?”

“This coming Saturday. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I have some things that I need to confess to, and I’d like some advice about a personal matter.”

“Come see me next Saturday. I’ll be there all day, so no need to worry about a specific time.”

“Thank you, Father.”

“It’s no problem. Goodbye, (Y/N). Have a blessed day.”

“Thank you, Father. Goodbye.”

The following six days went by agonizingly slow as you waited to see Father Yang again. Your weeks always went slowly when he was the focus of most of your thoughts, but this time it was worse because of the added fear of how he would react when you finally confessed your desires. Would he try to help you, or would he be disgusted that you were having such sinful thoughts in the house of God?

When Saturday finally came, you almost chickened out. Now that the day had actually arrived, confessing to your desires felt all too real, and it was almost too much. In the end, though, you decided to go. After all, you needed to ask in order to be forgiven. That doesn’t mean you didn’t wait until the evening, though. Forgiveness was necessary, but it didn’t have to come at the expense of embarrassment if someone else at the church overheard you.

When you entered the church, you initially thought that it was empty. That’s probably why it startled you so much when Father Yang called your name. When he saw how scared you were, he apologized. You reassured him, clarifying that you were more nervous about the confession than you were frightened by the sudden noise. He responded by gently placing his hand on your shoulder and saying, “It’ll be alright, (Y/N). Whatever it is, I’m here to help. Let’s go.”

You walked into the confession booth as he entered the other side. Confession had always been terrifying for you. This time, however, you found yourself feeling the slightest bit hopeful. All you needed to do was confess your sins, and you could finally be forgiven. Father Yang started the confession by saying “You may begin whenever you are ready.”

“In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,” you said as you made the sign of the cross. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a month since my last confession.”

“What sins are you here to repent of?”

“I am here to confess to sins of a sexual nature. I know that it’s wrong, but I fantasize about you when I’m alone at night.”

Father Yang was silent for what felt like an eternity before he softly asked, “What?”

“Sometimes I touch myself, and I think of you when I do.”

He was silent again as he processed your words.

“It’s terrible, I know, but I can’t seem to help myself,” you continued I was wondering if you had advice that could help me stop.”

Father Yang knew exactly what he was supposed to do in this situation. He was supposed to give you a penance for the behavior and tell you some Bible verses that he thought would be helpful. Instead, however, every ounce of self-discipline he had went away, and he said, “My advice is this: Don’t.”

This time it was your turn to be surprised, softly asking, “What?”

“Don’t stop.”

“But it’s so shameful. I shouldn’t be thinking about you in that way.”

“My sweet girl, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I think that I’d like to know more. Why don’t you touch yourself while you tell me specifically what you think about?”

“Are you sure? That doesn’t seem like a good idea. What if someone else hears?”

“There’s no one else here but us, it’s alright.”

It was exhilarating to have one of your greatest fantasies actually happen, but it was also terrifying. Still, you said, “Yes, Father,” and did exactly what you were told to do. You started by pulling down your pants and underwear. Then, you gently rubbed your clit. A small whimper escaped your mouth as you let yourself enjoy the familiar sensation.

“Tell me about your fantasies, my dear,” Father Yang instructed. “Tell me about the thoughts you have about your priest when you’re in the house of the Lord.”

“I think about your fingers inside of me when I see you make the sign of the cross,” you mumbled as you moved your hand to slowly inserted two fingers into your pussy.

“What else?”

“I think about what your cock feels like whenever I use a dildo to get off. I know it’s wrong, but it feels so good. I just can’t seem to stop myself.”

He groaned at your words, and that’s when you realized that he was touching himself on the other side of the confession booth. The thought thrilled you, and you started to move your fingers faster. You continued letting out sinful but delicious moans as you fucked yourself and thought about the effect you were having on a man of God. This was wrong, and you knew it, but you also loved every second. Especially because you got to hear how much Father Yang was enjoying himself as well.

“You have no clue what you do to me, (Y/N),” he whimpered, “Every Sunday it takes every ounce of willpower I have to not just take you in my office after mass.”

“Well why don’t you, Father?” you responded.

“Are you sure about that?”

“I’m sure. I want you to take me in any way you see fit. I wanna be yours.”

“Don’t talk like that,” he begs, “I don’t want this to be over yet.”

“Are you close, Father?”

He didn’t even get the chance to respond as he came with a strangled sob leaving his mouth. Hearing Father Yang’s orgasm brought that familiar feeling to the pit of your stomach as well, and it didn’t take long for you to come undone on the opposite side of the confession booth. As you caught your breath, you started to say, “I’m so sorry, Father. I didn’t mean–”

“My sweet girl, you have nothing to apologize for. I’ll clean the confession booth after you leave, and no one will know what happened but us.”

It took longer than you thought it would to recover from the intensity of your release, but once you did, you exited the booth to find Father Yang waiting for you. He pulled you into a hug, and you instantly felt calm. The tranquility was short lived, however, since it was replaced by excitement when he leaned closer and whispered, “Come see me after mass tomorrow, I need to feel you.”

The following day was not like any other Sunday. You still woke up early, just like before, but you dressed much nicer than you typically would for mass. It wasn’t a special occasion, so you did get a few looks from the older ladies sitting near you, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was looking pretty for your meeting with Father Yang.

You had to admit that during service, your mind wandered more than usual. Of course, you always had inappropriate thoughts during mass, but there was also the added excitement of knowing that your thoughts might soon turn into reality. To say it was difficult to be patient and focus as he spoke was an understatement. You needed him, and you needed him as soon as possible.

Once mass was over, you waited diligently for everyone to leave, despite the fact that you wanted to run to Father Yang’s office the moment he was done addressing the congregation. You waited to approach him until nearly everyone had left, though. He smiled when he saw you, and asked, “Hello, (Y/N). How are you today?”

“I’m well, Father, thank you. Would it be alright to speak to you in your office for a few minutes? I have a personal matter that I’d like your assistance with,” you replied, your voice filled with false sweetness. Father Yang knew exactly what you were doing, and he loved it.

“Of course. Just wait here for a few minutes, please. I have a few more people I still need to speak to. I’ll come find you when I’m done and show you to my office.”

“Thank you, Father.”

You sat down in a pew and waited for Father Yang to come get you. As you waited, you let your mind wander again. You wondered what would happen once you were in his office, and picturing the various possibilities only turned you on more. The thoughts were such a distraction for you that you almost didn’t notice a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you ready for our discussion, (Y/N)?” Father Yang asked.

“I’m ready.”

“If you don’t want to discuss this today, we can wait to discuss it another time. It’s also ok if you don’t want to discuss it at all.”

“I’d really like to discuss today, Father. I desperately need your advice,” you said with a smile.

Father Yang grinned at your eagerness and led you to an area of the church you had never seen before. You wondered what he did when he wasn’t offering confessions or leading services, but this was absolutely not the time to ask. You weren’t sure if you would be able to focus long enough to hold a conversation about it if you did ask, anyway, given that you were too turned on to think straight.

When you finally arrived in Father Yang’s office, the first thing he asked was, “Are you sure that you want to do this?”

“I’m sure, Father. I want you.”

“Please, (Y/N). When we’re doing this, just call me Jeongin.”

“Well, in that case, I’m sure, Jeongin. I want you.”

The moment the words left your mouth, Jeongin’s lips were on yours. It was a kiss that was full of desire, but also full of anxiety. It had been a long time since either of you had kissed anyone, and the nerves about what was about to happen were intense. That didn’t stop either of you, however.

When you pulled away for air, Jeongin asked, “Would it be ok to do more?” You nodded, and he started to gently kiss your neck. The small moans that left your lips in response were like music to his ears, and he realized that he wanted to hear them every day of his life. He even considered leaving the priesthood just so he could. He’d thought about it before, but now he had a reason to seriously think about whether he really wanted to continue on the path he'd been on for most of his adult life.

Jeongin snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you whisper, “More, please.”

“Your wish is my command, angel.” The nickname made you shiver with anticipation, and Jeongin loved it. He knew that it was a sin to do what you two were doing, but he didn’t care anymore. All he cared about was you.

You pulled up your dress just enough to remove your panties, and Jeongin removed his robes. You had to admit that he was even sexier without them. When you kissed him again, this time with less nervousness, he took the opportunity to gently insert his cock into your pussy. The kiss muffled the moans that came from both of you, but not as much as you would have liked.

Once he took a moment to adjust to how you felt around him, he started thrusting. Both of you were louder than you meant to be, and you silently hoped that none of the other church staff were still in the building. If they were, they would certainly be able to hear you. Jeongin couldn’t have cared less, however. All he could think about was how good you felt around him.

“Fuck, do you see what you do to me?” he asked. “I’m a servant of God. I’m supposed to be chaste. How does it feel to know that you’re so fucking sexy not even a vow to the Lord could keep me from you?” You only moaned in response, too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak.

For a while, the only sounds in the room were moans and skin slapping skin as Jeongin fucked you. His moans were addictive, and you loved that you were the reason behind them. A small part of you loved the fact that they were coming from a priest even more. Something about a man of God turning to sin for you worked wonders for your ego.

It didn’t take much longer for Jeongin’s orgasm to approach. With a moan, he said, “I’m close, (Y/N). What do you want me to do?”

“I want it inside, please. Fill me up. I wanna be yours.”

That was all Jeongin needed to hear to still inside of you, a string of curses and moans falling from his lips as he came. His orgasm made you desperate to reach your own, so you brought a hand to your clit and started to rub small circles around it. When he noticed, he decided to help by attaching his lips to your neck once again, biting and sucking every bit of skin he could reach. The sensation was almost too much, but it ended up being just enough for your release to hit you. Hearing you moan his name as you came was enough for Jeongin to once again consider leaving the priesthood to be with you.

Jeongin held you close as you both calmed down, and he kissed you with a combination of love and lust that made your head spin. You pulled away to catch your breath, and he said, “(Y/N), I think I love you.”

You hesitated for a moment before you said, “I love you too, Jeongin. I know that this is a sin, but in all honestly, I don’t think I care.”

“I can’t find it in me to care either. Hell, I’ve even been thinking about leaving the priesthood again just so we can actually be together.”

His words made you stop in your tracks and actually process what you’d just done. You were not only responsible for a priest breaking his vow to God, but now he was considering leaving the priesthood because of the vow that you’d helped him break. The realization brought tears to your eyes, and you said, “I’m sorry, Father. I shouldn’t have led you astray.”

“Don’t apologize, angel. You know I was thinking about leaving before we did this, right? Before what happened in the confession booth, even. I haven’t told many people this, but I never really wanted to be a priest. I was pushed into it by my parents. You’ve just given me the strength to acknowledge that this isn’t what I want.”

You only started crying louder when he said that, overwhelmed with too many emotions to count. You loved Jeongin, and you wanted to be with him, but you didn’t know if leaving the priesthood was a good idea for him. Unsure of what else could be said, you whispered, “Don’t throw away the life you have because of me, Jeongin. I’m not worth that.”

“Hey, yes you are. You are absolutely worth it. I meant it earlier when I said that I love you. I don’t want to be a priest. I want to be with you.”

You thought for a moment before you said, “As long as you swear to me that I’m not the only reason.”

“You are far from it, angel. I promise you,” he said, holding you tight as he spoke. “I don’t think I was gonna last much longer here, anyway. A lot of the older members of the congregation don’t like me much because I replaced Father Park.”

You laughed a little at his words as you relaxed into his hold. Once Jeongin was absolutely sure that you were ok, he let go just long enough to put his robes back on. As he wrapped his arms around you again, you said, “I’m really happy that we met.”

“I am too.”

 “Would you like to come back to my apartment for a bit?”

He replied, “That sounds lovely,” and the two of you walked out of the church together.

The drive to your apartment was silent, except for you occasionally cursing at fellow drivers. It was kind of mean, but Jeongin couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the sudden shift in your demeanor. Just a few minutes before, you’d been incredibly sweet and gentle, telling him how much you loved him and how happy you were to have met him. Now, you were calling a driver that had cut you off a stupid prick and telling them that you hoped that their mother knew what a disappointment they were.

When you got to your apartment, however, you went right back to being the sweet girl that he knew, turning to him to say, “We’re here,” with a gentle smile on your face. The two of you got out of your car, and he followed you to your door.

Once the two of you were inside, you gave Jeongin a brief tour of your apartment, ending with your bedroom. He smiled as you showed him around your space, and he could feel himself falling for you harder. As far as he was concerned, his eternal soul could be damned. All he wanted was you, no matter how sinful the time you’d spent together so far was.

“What do you think?” you asked, plopping onto your bed.

“It’s really cozy. Can I sit?”

“Of course.”

He carefully sat next to you on your bed, and you kissed him. He kissed you back, once again adoring the feeling of your lips on his. When you finally pulled away, he smiled and said, “You are absolutely gorgeous. You know that, right?” You didn’t respond, too lost in thought to register that someone was speaking.

You would have been lying if you’d said that you weren’t concerned about the relationship that seemed to be blossoming between you and Jeongin. You wanted it to happen, and it seemed like he did too, but you couldn’t help but think about what could go wrong. What if once he left, he decided that you weren’t enough for him? What if he realized that he didn’t actually want to leave the priesthood? The idea was terrifying, and it was all that you could think about.

You didn’t even notice that a few stray tears had started to fall until you felt Jeongin’s hand on your face wiping them away. You jumped, startled by the sudden touch. He felt bad for startling you, but he couldn’t just let you cry. Pulling you close, he asked, “What’s wrong, angel?” You only started to cry harder, too overwhelmed by the emotions swirling around your brain to speak. Seeing you so upset broke Jeongin’s heart, but he didn’t really know how to help you. So, he slowly rubbed your back, whispering sweet nothings until the tears stopped.

When you were calm enough to talk again, you just said, “I’m really worried.”

“What’s got you worried, angel?”

“What if you realize that this isn’t actually what you want?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“What if you leave the priesthood and realize that it wasn’t actually what you wanted to do?”

“Sweetheart, I promise you that’s not going to happen. I don’t know if you remember me saying this when we were still at the church, but I was already considering it before I even realized I was attracted to you. I was pushed into this life by my parents. It was never what I actually wanted to do with my life. The only thing that you did was give me the strength to live my life the way I want to instead of how someone else wants me to.” Jeongin’s words did make you feel a bit better, but the doubt still gnawed at you.

Desperate to think about anything else, you said, “Tell me about your life before you were a priest.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I wanna know everything that you’re willing to tell me.”

“Well, I grew up with two brothers. One is older, one is younger.”

“Do you get along with them?”

“Mostly. We fight sometimes, but I think that’s normal for siblings.”

“What about your parents? Do you have a good relationship with them?”

Jeongin let out a long sigh and said, “I’d like to think so, but sometimes they do make things difficult.”

You wanted to ask him what he meant, but you had a feeling that it was a touchy subject. So, you left it alone, instead listening to the stories that he told you about his childhood and teenage years. Your favorite story that he told you was about the period as a child that he took piano lessons. It wasn’t necessarily the story itself that made you so happy, though. It was more the light in Jeongin’s eyes as he told it. He seemed to have a real passion for music, and as he spoke, you found yourself desperately wanting to help him develop that passion.

Hours passed as the two of you talked about anything and everything that you could think of. As the two of you talked, Jeongin was fascinated by everything that you shared with him, from stories of your time in marching band as a teenager to the summer that you spent learning how to knit. If anyone else had taken the time to explain to him the difference between the garter stitch and the stockinette stitch, he probably wouldn’t have cared at all. Because you were the one explaining it, however, he found himself hanging on to every word.

As much as you loved spending time with Jeongin, you knew eventually your time together had to end. The time came for you to take him home when he told you that he had some business to attend to before the end of the day. As you drove, an awkward silence filled the car once again. Both of you wanted to say something, anything, to break the silence, but neither of you quite knew what to say.

Watching Jeongin walk back into the church once you dropped him off filled you with a sense of dread. All you wanted was to beg him to stay with you. He had a job to do, though, and you knew that, so you kept your composure until you got home.

For a few weeks, nothing else happened between you and Jeongin. You were disappointed that you hadn’t really seen him, but you also trusted that he would make time for you as soon as he could. You couldn’t help but wonder when that would be, though. On a random Sunday, however, you got your answer. Before service, Jeongin came up to you and asked, “Could I come back to your apartment with you after mass?”

“Of course, Father Yang. Is everything ok?”

“Yes, everything is fine. I’ll explain when I see you later,” he answered.

After he walked away, you found your seat and waited for mass to begin. As you took in the scene around you, you noticed that a few of the older women that sat near you were giving you dirty looks. You brushed them off, however, assuming they were simply judging the dress you wore to church. If you only knew just how wrong you were.

For the most part, the service was completely normal. As announcements began, however, a feeling of dread filled your stomach. There was no reason for alarm bells to start going off in your brain, really. There was just this feeling that something major would happen, and everything would change. You were proven right when Father Yang said, “I want to conclude this week’s announcements by informing you all that this will be my last service as your priest. It has been an honor to serve this community for as long as I have, but for personal reasons, I need to move on. Starting next week, I will be replaced by Father Lee Minho. He’s a good man, and I’m certain that he will lead you all in the right direction in your walks with God.”

“Shock” was nowhere near a strong enough word to describe what you were feeling. You were appalled that Jeongin was really throwing the life he had away. You also wondered what had happened to make it happen so quickly. You still remembered when Jeongin replaced Father Park, and Jeongin didn’t actually start for months after you started to hear the rumors that Father Park was retiring. Either something happened that sped up the process, or the process began long before you knew about it. As you remembered the dirty looks you’d gotten before mass started, you realized it was probably the former.

Mass ended, and you waited for Jeongin outside of the cathedral. You didn’t have to wait long, though, before you heard him say, “I’m so sorry about this.”

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for, Father.”

“Don’t call me that. I’m done with that life now.”

“Ok, then there’s nothing for you to apologize for, Jeongin.”

“I do need to apologize, but I’d like to talk more about that in the car if that’s ok.”

“Of course.”

The two of you walked to your car in silence, but once the two of you were in your car, Jeongin took a deep breath and started to explain.

“So, apparently we weren’t alone in the building a few weeks ago. A few of the older ladies were still in the sanctuary, and when one of them saw the two of us go to my office, she followed us. She heard everything.”

You were silent for a few minutes while you processed his words and thought about what to say in response. With a deep breath, you said, “I am so sorry, Jeongin. I didn’t mean for you to lose your job.”

“I knew it was only a matter of time, honestly. She called the bishop and told him what she’d heard, and a meeting was set up. At the meeting, I was told to either go to confession or leave. I chose to leave, and Father Lee was chosen as my replacement.” The rest of the ride was silent as you thought about what Jeongin had told you. When you pulled into your driveway, however, he added, “I hope you know that you aren’t the only reason I chose to leave.”

“I know, but I can’t help but feel guilty that it played out this way.”

“There’s nothing to feel guilty for, dear. I appreciate that you’ve been there for me while I figured this out.”

“I’ll always be here for you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said before softly kissing you.

The two of you went into your apartment, and you discussed what Jeongin’s plan was now that he was no longer a priest. To start, you asked, “Would you like to stay here until you get on your feet?”

Jeongin hesitated before he replied, “I wouldn’t want to be a burden to you. I have no clue how long it will take me to find another job.”

“You wouldn’t be a burden. I promise.”

With a sigh, Jeongin said, “Ok. Thank you so much. For everything.” Sure, he was still concerned, but he had to admit that he was excited to spend more time with you.

The next day, Jeongin called Father Lee to schedule a time to get his belongings from his former church-provided lodging, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell with pride as the fact that he was finally living his life the way he wanted to. When the agreed-upon time came, you went with him and helped him to load his things into your car. Then, you drove him back to your newly shared apartment as the two of you enjoyed each other’s company and wondered what the next chapter of your lives had in store.

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unspoken storm

⭒˚‧♱ pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader ⁺‧₊˚ ♡ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: On an unfortunate night of heavy rain you find yourself stuck without being able to move forward, until a kind man sees you and offers to give you lodging until the rain stops but he turns out to be your teacher; once being alone leads you to get to know each other better in such a specific way, exploring dangerous territories and forbidden fantasies. ₊ ⊹⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 — 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: MDNI, smut, oral sex, fingering, pussy slaps, clit play, boob play, masturbation, pet names, hair pulling, chocking, light spanking, multiple orgasms, slight corruption kink, unprotected sex, creampie, adultery, teacher x student. word count: 19.6k

kinktober '24 ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚. 07: professor

wen’s note: hello😃 the kinktober is still on going (sadly) #yolo #girlythings #slay

“Okay, take care of yourself too, honey. I love you. Don’t go out until the rain is over,” he said, looking out the window.

It was about to get dark, but the dense dark clouds forming in the sky made Kim Seungmin shudder, he had a complicated relationship with rain, he loved it, but certain aspects of it simply sent shivers down his spine, like the predicted rain now, which is bound to be intense and leave a huge series of weather consequences and disasters in its wake, he was scared, it was an unexpected intense storm that took—or was about to take everyone by surprise, that the people were advised at the last minute not to leave their homes. Seungmin sighed, lost in the dark grey clouds looking out from his little son’s room on the second floor.

An awkward silence formed, so thick that Seungmin could feel it even with his cell phone pressed to his ear. Things had been getting heavy between him and his wife for a while now, and he hated being alone in such situations. He couldn’t even tell her I love you without her forming a tense atmosphere, poor Seungmin almost fell weak at the silence.

“Seungmin, it makes me nervous not to be there, talk to your sister to know that Geonwoo is okay” mentioned from the other end of the line his wife, worried and sighing, deflecting the topic.

Seungmin drew a half smile on his face, almost picturing his wife’s worried expression perfectly. Her hand on her forehead, running her hand through her hair, and her frown, he imagined her inside the hotel room wearing her Chanel attire, her short, dark, shiny hair perfectly straightened.

“I’m sorry I left Geonwoo with Sangmi and his cousins, sorry to worry you, I didn’t know a storm was coming.”

Gaeun sighed again. This time, Seungmin heard her heels hit the floor and the sound of a sheet being wrung out. She sat on the bed and removed her shoes, he thought.

“It’s okay, Seungmin, I can’t take the flight because of the same thing with the storm; it will only last all night and part of the morning, I’ll still be in touch to hear from Geonwoo.”

Now Seungmin sighed, turning his body to the side of the window, “Okay, well, Gaeun…”

“I have to go,” she interrupted him. “Text me when you’ve talked to Sangmi to hear from Geonwoo. Bye.”

And she hung up the call she initiated, which initially excited the poor jilted man. Seungmin turned his body to look out the window again and this time he observed his neighborhood, the other houses in the suburbs painted faintly in gray colors. Big houses with big gates giving them privacy. His life was gray now. He thought back to the monotonous conversation just a few minutes ago despite his very clear and risky attempts:

“Hello, Gaeun! How are you, how was the conference?”

Seungmin was happy, missing his son’s warm company so without thinking he went upstairs to his room, dark, without turning on the lights, illuminated by the uncovered curtain on his window.

She didn’t even bother to answer him that, causing him to be displeased.

“Seungmin, you took Geonwoo to his taekwondo practice? Gosh, I forgot to tell you, I got a little late with the lecture.”

“Sure, I also know exactly what our son does” he grumbled, in a passive-aggressive tone.

“Mmm… that’s nice. I hear there’ll be a storm and it may be light out, so you’ll be fine with Geonwoo. It will only rain heavily here for a few hours but my flight was cancelled.”

Seungmin cleared his throat, knowing exactly that his wife would not agree with what he was about to say.

“About that… I know—Now… I didn’t know and Geonwoo took a bath, got some rest, we ate and I took him to play with his cousins at my sister’s house…”

“So? Isn’t Geonwoo with you at home now?” her tone went up, ready to start a fight, but she didn’t have enough energy. “Good. Take care of yourself, I think the storm is about to start, it’s dangerous for both of you to drive and go to pick him up.”

Seungmin sighed despondently again, unhappy with the lack of communication was causing in his marriage. He loved Gaeun but every time he approached her she only seemed to block him, he felt he was closer to his divorce than he was to patch things up with the woman he loved. He looked down, staring at the shiny ring around his finger, thinking of the symbolism and meaning of eternity it was supposed to signify. He let out a disbelieving chuckle, playing with his ring and resigning himself to the fact that once again, as soon as Gaeun return from her trip, she wouldn’t be the same as she always was, the one he knew and loved.

He looked at his little Geonwoo’s room, empty and perfectly tidy as he was a pretty neat and tidy child like his father, but lately, Seungmin felt like everything was a mess and out of place. He couldn’t fix things, and he couldn’t tidy it up which drove him crazy, sometimes he questioned if he really loved her… or if was it to maintain the perfect image of a happily married family.

He didn’t let any more time pass and phoned his sister.

“Sangmi—”

“We’re fine, we’re all here, Hyunjin is already in the house. You’ll let Geonwoo sleep, here, right?” his sister quickly replied.

A sharp flash of lightning illuminated the gray suburban scene of his neighbors, making the answer more than obvious, Seungmin began to get nervous. The rain started.

He grimaced and began to walk down the stairs.

“Mmm, please. I didn’t prepare for the storm.”

“No one did, actually. You want to FaceTime with Geonwoo?.”

“Shit, it’s not the end of the world, but sure.”

“Seungmin, a storm can seem scary to a five-year-old,” his older sister scolded him.

“And I’m not with my little guy, dammit. Pass him to me.”

Seungmin plopped down on the couch and talked to his little boy for a while, gently explaining that he would sleep over there and early in the morning he would go get him. Seungmin had hung out with his sister for a while and had a last minute conference to attend, so he left his son there in the meantime, however on the way, about to arrive at his destination he got a message, that the meeting was canceled due to unexpected news of an approaching storm, so they wished him a safe stay at home. He disgruntled, parked his car and inquired a bit about the unexpected news, being taken by surprise by the sudden weather forecast, the day was cold and cloudy but he did not know that something that intense was coming. His sister texted him right away, sending him home since it would take time to get back to her house anyway and he would probably be caught off guard by the rain while driving. Seungmin, with some guilt at not being able to be with his son and with a disapproving grimace heeded his sister, as she was right, he was closer to his home than hers. As soon as he got home he received Gaeun’s call and his internal conflict began again and again… wondering what had suddenly gone wrong.

A rumbling thunder startled him a little and the heavy drops hitting the outside violently made their presence felt in his silent and lonely house. The rain sounded fast and aggressive, Seungmin got up from the sofa, unwilling to turn on the TV and resigned that the light could go at any moment and went to check his windows, uncertain whether to leave the curtains uncovered or to cover his windows and, as he was rambling at the front window of his house, then suddenly, almost in a automatic impulse, he sighed, heading upstairs, making sure the windows were closed... until it was time to check his wife’s office. Seungmin hesitated, his hand on the cold doorknob, and entered. A place full of warm elements, specifically colder than the rest of the house, more so than outside. It was as if there was no point in that brightly lit place filled with family photos when they had once been a happy married couple.

Seungmin had no idea what was going on. Had she gotten bored of him? Why did he feel like a stranger every time he talked to the love of his life?

He entered the place slowly, wary of every step he took. Somehow the place looked different from other times, different from the sweet memories he has of carrying his son to her office, asking Gaeun for help every time the little one cried and Seungmin didn’t know what to do, they were both first time parents, parenthood was so new to both of them and it still was. But one was enough, or so his wife demanded, she wouldn’t even entertain the idea of getting pregnant again.

Seungmin sketched a half smile as his long slender fingers finely touched the desk, oh, the sweet memories of passionate and wild lovemaking on that piece of furniture were just that, passing memories etched in his mind that came to attack him at his most vulnerable moment. Just like the unexpected rain, it was like his time alone in that weather was pushing him to the limit. He clenched his fist; should he leave his wife? Let her be happy? Gaeun stopped smiling. He missed her smile, he missed her. But it actually made her happy not to be with him anymore?

The windows were closed. Just like his wife’s heart. Seungmin stood behind one of them, giving the view of another angle of the street of his neighborhood. He wasn’t watching anything specific, nor did he expect to, until he saw a figure lost in the heavy rain, standing on the sidewalk, between in front of his home and his neighbor’s house. Seungmin watched the figure, craning his neck and leaning toward the window to distinguish the figure better, frightened, curious, and in disbelief. It was a poor girl, in the rain. Almost as if she were a ghost.

It was you, stuck and trapped in there, soaking wet and feeling useless. You had been in the town library until late because only that library had those old volumes of books you liked to dig into, to your luck, you had forgotten your laptop in your dorm, but to your bad luck, you found out about the rain later and naively believed you could make it to the university on time by following your same routine walking, speeding up your usual steps, without the storm catching you, but it did, and it did it in such an unfavorable spot, you were in a neighborhood, stranded. Your heart was pounding, and you felt at the end of the world, nervous, unable to take your cell phone out of your bag because it would obviously get wet, your only option was to take refuge under the roof of the front porch of a house, or seek shelter with one of the families inside them, but you were paralyzed, with fear, it was a wealthy area, all houses surrounded by big gates, no one could see you, and all for being too stubborn and follow your same route as always…

You were about to move, to look for that shelter, when a manly shout in the distance, blurring between the sound of the rain hitting the ground, practically saved you from everything. And a mischievous, innocent but amused smile formed on your face as you knew exactly who it was.

“Hey, you! Over here! Come here!”

You turned to see the familiar voice that seemed to be shouting at you and carefully ran, clutching your bag tightly to do your best to make your cell phone survive the rain, until you approached the slim, masculine figure.

Seungmin wandered for a few seconds, whether to help you or not, whether to leave you in the rain, he even wondered if you were real or if it was something he was imagining, causing him a tingle of a shiver down his back, he still questioned what kind of person and gentleman he would be if he simply decided to ignore you, worst case scenario was that you could be something paranormal or a serial killer, either option would at least start a flame in his boring life, he thought. However, as your sodden, grief-stricken complexion drew closer to the entrance of the gate, Seungmin could gradually recognize you, as could you. Finally, you were close, gently stealing each other’s breath; you raised your gaze, seeing his soft expression that you had so memorized, and in a faint whisper you could only ask, pretending to be surprised:

“Professor Kim?”

He didn’t stop to acknowledge you on the front of his house and just stretched out his arms, feeling the cold, damp October weather shiver his skin. He was effortlessly gorgeous holding an umbrella, inviting you to get underneath it too.

“Come in, please come in,” he said, leading you to the entrance of his house, closing his gate.

The limit of the umbrella’s protective space forced you to get closer, catching a glimpse of his masculine countenance, his smooth jaw, his sharp profile; the closest you’ve ever been to him. You almost breathed in his perfume, but the satisfying smell of earth and wet pavement was stronger.

You barely saw the entrance, a sweet nice garden tinted in grey and plants violently hit by the rain drops.

Your body slowly resented the change in weather, from harsh cold to the warmth of his house that slowly embraced your body, still, you shivered from the cold still having difficulty adjusting, all your skin, numb and bristling, your muscles stiff and standing unexpectedly in the foyer of your college music teacher—your favorite one, didn’t help matters. You fidgeted slightly as you let your eyes feast on his worried countenance and the sight of his cozy dwelling, enjoying the sweet scent of cinnamon and soft pine.

“God… you must be cold, you’re—”

“Ugh, I’m so sorry too, I’m soaking your floor….. Mr. Kim.”

He left the umbrella and put his hands on his hips, undaunted that you knew his name since he knew exactly who you were. His student. Y/n. What he didn’t know exactly… was what you were doing in that neighborhood, since it was away from the college area, going more towards the nearest city.

You examined him, noticing very small, shiny droplets in his dark hair and his slightly wet shoulders, making it visible on his shirt. He looked so good.

“Nothing’s wrong—” he murmured, staring at your wet body, lightly soaking his floor, your posture gently hunched over, your clothes tight to your body, your knees uncovered by your skirt, pulled together, “Wait, here.”

Seungmin hurried to the laundry area in his house, returning in short seconds with a towel, but he lost himself at the sight of your light beige sweater wet and pressed on your breast, revealing a little of your pale pink bra. You were still hunched in place, surprised by the suddenness of the situation, embarrassed to be standing in your teacher’s doorway dripping his floor. You looked at Seungmin, who handed you the towel, quickly and scared that you caught him looking at your body, with a soft expression of concern on his face, furrowing his straight eyebrows and friendly gaze. You noticed. He watched you, and he liked what he saw.

“Mmm… Miss, Y/ln, right? Y/n?” he mentioned as he handed you the towel abruptly, clearing his throat.

You nodded happily, immediately causing a warmth in your stomach knowing that he recognized you since you were just another student in his class, of the multiple he used to teach at different semesters. Just another woman from the multiple he saw at work everyday. He was also a sport commentator, more specifically for baseball in a national news channel, making him a micro-celebrity. How could you not know him, he was handsome and gain a lot of respect, but he was also a simple teacher, having so many facets in him. Does he loves music? Does he love baseball?

“Yes” you laughed softly, looking him in the eyes, “Thank you” you mumbled shyly.

And to think you don’t know shit about sports, but watched every time he was there.

You grabbed the towel, shyly drying the ends of your hair, arms, and legs, and then wrapped yourself in it….. You suddenly thought that the house was so quiet… and knew perfectly well that Professor Kim Seungmin had a wife and a young son. They are not at home? Why would his wife let him attend to a young girl in distress in the rain? You would be jealous if Kim Seungmin were your husband. He was all dream and charm.

Seungmin saw your act, the towel passing over your body, holding back a sigh as he thought… now what? He couldn’t send you out again, neither could anyone else pick you up right now. He hadn’t thought that far ahead, more than just giving you quick help. It was obvious, you had to stay, at least until the storm subsided. You watched Seungmin, his bright eyes with some uncertainty in them… he didn’t expect, that of all people, it had to be specifically one of his students that he had to give shelter to for the time being. In a way, he was relieved, at least you weren’t a complete stranger. He knew you, your work was impeccable and you were a smart and outstanding student, but you were still his student and he was still your teacher. The situation seemed strange to him… but he was doing it purely out of kindness. The rain was heavy. The decision was more than obvious, so he, quickly keeping order as in any of the situation, said, coming out of his trance:

“You need to take off your clothes” his sudden comment between the silence of his home and the noise of the rain outside gently and playfully raised the corner of your lips, retaining a smile, you watched him shyly but mischievously, he understood how the comment could have been interpreted that he even in a way got a little nervous. “You’re so wet…” he didn’t make it better, “and you might catch a cold, come on, come. Leave your shoes in the hall, grab some slippers, I’ll put your clothes in to dry and I can give you something to wear in the meantime.”

He held out his arm, gesturing with his it inviting you to follow him, but neither of you moved an inch. You watched each other, squinting your eyes softly, watching him closely. He was dressed in a white button-down shirt, loose fitting to his slim build, and soft beige pants, you wondered if this was how he always dressed, even at home. Professor Kim was handsome, smooth ivory skin, short black hair, and narrow brown almond-shaped eyes that always made him look so innocent and friendly, you found his usual very serious expression tender, he kept his youthful appearance, he was shy, quite a tender and cute husband, the kind of man you dream of having at home, he likes baseball, he knows his fatherly role and things around the house, but he also has his soft and artistic side, which is what he does for a living. You’d be lying… if you didn’t admit that you’ve had a crush on him for a long time, ever since the first course he taught you in college. But you kept it all that way, secret and innocent, you knew he was married and older than you, everyone knew he was married to the head of the business school, a former member of the most popular sorority at the university, where they met. You were curious to know… where she might be… or if you had been lucky enough to be alone, because to you that’s exactly what it looked like. Seungmin took a slow breath and blinked suddenly until he managed to snap out of his trance, wondering for a second what it was that consumed him in seconds, the sight of you, helpless, cold and wet, sharing glances.

“Oh… were you going somewhere? It’s obvious you can stay here until the rain calms down” he said suddenly, reproaching himself that in a situation like this, there wasn’t much to do.

You shook your head. “Thank you very much. Well, there’s not much I can do. I was stuck in the rain. I still have to check if my phone didn’t get wet. Thank you, Mr. Kim… just, I didn’t mean to inconvenience you or your wife, sorry.”

Seungmin smirked, almost snorting at the word wife. He raised his eyebrows for a second and ran his tongue along his cavity. He was annoyed. Annoyed that he couldn’t control something he held in his hands. Your comment was subtle, you just wanted to know one thing, besides the reason for getting such an expression as a response…

“Oh, no. We’re alone. I hope you don’t mind” he added, more respectful, taking a step back.

You shook your head again, the corners of your lips almost wanting to twitch again in a mischievous smile. You were about to have your alone time with him. It was as if the world was working wonderfully after the cardiac moment it had gotten you through under the storm.

“Not at all. Thank you very much. I’ll call someone to come get me as soon as the rain is over.”

You both knew that wouldn’t be anytime soon.

“I’ll give you a ride, don’t worry,” he replied as he tried to find a solution for you, “Go on, change in the guest room, I’ll go get you some clothes.”

“Agh, even my bag is wet, can I leave it here too?”

Seungmin nodded with a smile, you took out your cell phone, thankful that it didn’t get wet, and followed his pace behind him. You admired every detail of what you could of his house until he led you to the guest room.

You were cold, your wet clothes were heavy and clinging to your body, your hair was a mess.

“Wait here… let me get you some clothes” he told you.

As soon as he went into his closet… he asked himself what the fuck he was thinking, letting his student in. But he sighed, thinking that it would have been exactly the same situation but with an unknown woman, either way, it looked bad.

But he had to admit it. It was the most fun he’d had all week. Caught in the rain with a pretty girl. He snickered, thinking it was silly.

But it’s just kindness, kindness. He thought over and over again. He picked up a white sweater with thin blue horizontal stripes quickly, but stopped as he thought… what will you wear underneath. Seungmin rubbed his forehead nervously and the first thing that came to his mind was his wife’s exercise leggings. And then his mind won, betraying him and thinking of your body, soaking wet and his mind visualized if it was even possible… that even your underwear is wet too. He bit his lip, not wanting to give you a pair of his wife’s panties so as not to look like a pervert, so he just took the two garments and would feign ignorance and that’s all he could think to borrow you.

You were there, waiting for him, standing still in your place in front of the pretty white door that gave access to the guest room. You were still shivering from the cold, your skin bristled and your nipples were hard; still… you took the time to look around his house, you still couldn’t believe you were alone, it was a unique opportunity you hoped to enjoy, alone, together with your crush of years, Professor Kim, trapped under the same roof, deep down you hoped the rain would stay.

“There it is,” he said, appearing in the hallway.

You smiled shyly at him, brushing his hand subtly as he held you clothes and entered the room. Seungmin watched from head to toe your wet body backward enter the room, which he was going to offer you if the rain continued throughout the night, and as soon as you closed the door he turned, turning his back to it, puffing air into his cheeks, putting his hands on his hips and letting out the air he had been holding. He wondered if he should tell Gaeun, that he found his student lost in the rain and was going to spend the night at the house. But it sounded insane, he comforted himself by thinking that it wasn’t like Gaeun cared too much either, things were going so badly with her, but she was still his wife. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, about to tell her, but decided against it, chances were she would never even find out you were there, what was the point of telling her right now, besides he had no phone signal.

You on the other hand, looked at yourself in the mirror of the room and closed your eyes deeply in shame, thinking that you looked like a mess in the rain, wet, like a cat waiting to be rescued, it was obvious that Mr. Kim’s kindness was going to save you, because you were lucky that he noticed you. You went back to drying off and tidying up as much as you could. You took off your wet clothes and cursed because even your underwear was wet.

You put on the leggings, first looking at them closely and assuming exactly whose they were. At least they looked good on you. And then the soft sweater, this time the huge smile appeared on your face without shame, you knew it was Seungmin’s, something about it told you so besides the obvious manly cut of the garment. You grabbed your cell phone quickly, you couldn’t help but take as many pictures as you thought necessary at your teacher’s house wearing his sweater. But you saw something you didn’t like very much, no signal on your cell phone. You were hoping to at least distract yourself a little bit with it, acting like a typical, normal, disinterested young woman, using her phone, otherwise you would go crazy… since... you had to interact with Professor Kim.

You came out embarrassed, with your wet clothes in your hands and smiled as you saw him there waiting for you. His manly back wearing that white shirt that fit him well and made him look more attractive. Seungmin turned to see you, acting fast.

“Ah, yes, let’s go.”

Night had fallen on you without realizing it, so as you passed by he was lighting the way by turning on the switches in his home. By far, the interior design of his house was just like you imagined, dark furniture details, warm light, everything tidy; Seungmin directed you to his laundry room, but you shyly had your clothes wrapped up, because you had put your panties and bra in there, you were blushing, wanting Seungmin to turn around, but he was attentive, holding the washer lid for you.

“You can wash it and then dry it, I guess we’ll have time, apparently the rain will last for quite some time.”

You stared into his eyes, letting out a brief, nervous chuckle with a smile and as soon as he made eye contact with you, you took the opportunity to awkwardly shove your clothes into the machine.

“Really, thank you, Mr. Kim” you said genuinely, wanting to distract him.

He liked it when you called him by his name formally. He could’ve said you call me Seungmin, at least just for tonight, but he didn’t want to. Seungmin closed the lid of the washing machine and let it do its work after having previously prepared it while you were changing. He watched you for a moment, deciphering the kindness in your eyes but there was a certain glint of darkness in them that he didn’t know exactly what they meant, it intrigued him too much. Once again you felt some tension build, both of you were close, with nothing but each other’s breaths and gazes. He was about to move, to get out of there to want to cut and evade that strange feeling that was growing in him, when a loud thunder startled you and you took a step forward, brushing against your teacher’s body. Seungmin laughed softly, amused by your reaction. You closed your eyes, slightly frightened and whispered almost to yourself:

“God, storms make me nervous.”

Seungmin smiled, saying nothing, and didn’t notice your non-existent closeness until you opened your eyes and both of you stared at each other again, his smile slowly erasing, again going into a trance, seeing your eyes, your lips… god, it had been a long time since Seungmin had felt tension like this, it had been months since he had felt something so intimate, private and exciting. He couldn’t stop, he liked the sensation forming in him, his eyes traveled to your neck to your chest breathing deeply, your nipples became hard again, and your skin bristled at Seungmin’s intense gaze which you had never witnessed before, you could almost swear that his gentle and docile gaze would never change no matter what, that he was serious but you weren’t able to imagine him being angry or being rude… but now… it was just a game of piercing gazes. Seungmin smiled inwardly, looking cheekily at your chest, thinking maybe it was an attempt of yours to seduce him.

You half-opened your mouth, almost ready to speak, you didn’t know what exactly to say but you were both lost in each other, brushing bodies and clothes, unfortunately, the loud noise of the wind blowing and the tree branches hitting his windows distracted and scared both of you a little. Seungmin regained his posture, moving away from you. What at first was his heart beating vividly, passionately, and deeply, turned into a nervous and rapid beating; nothing could justify his actions, he didn’t know what he was doing, letting you come inches closer to him, allowing you to have intimate glances and breaths, he must have lost his mind, he felt dizzy, confused, a pervert for having a series of thoughts about you. Maybe the loneliness and abstinence were making him a little unhinged, he hadn’t had sex with his wife in long months.

But that didn’t justify wanting to fuck the first attractive woman who came across him and had a sexual tension.

“Mmm, it’s already night, are you hungry?” he spoke, nervously.

Seungmin wished to erase all thoughts, but being alone, trapped in the rain didn’t help him at all.

You licked your lips, looking at him and wondering if the situation would allow it… would you kiss your teacher? It was obvious he was nervous, you found it tender and warm the way he opened his eyes somewhat frightened, turning away from you, avoiding you.

“Mmm, no, thank you, were you… about to eat dinner, Mr. Kim?” you said a little flirtatiously, approaching him with slow steps.

Seungmin kept backing away nervously, as if he was someone else, as if he hadn’t seen your nipples harden brazenly a minute ago. He let out a chuckle, sighing in mock relief.

“Oh, no. That’s good, because I’m really not good in the kitchen” he joked, a big grin on his face.

You laughed softly.

“But” he continued, clearing his throat, “can I offer you… tea? You must be cold, let’s go get some hot tea.”

Seungmin turned quickly… thinking about what was supposed to entertain you for the night and remembered, of course, that you both shared a love of music. He gave you a small smile as he prepared the tea and you sat on the kitchen island chairs, leaving your useless cell phone with no signal on the counter.

The tea making was serious for him. You thought it was cute, he had it all, cups ready, plenty of options, it was tender, until you eyes got fixed in the way his long slender fingers worked.

Something about him today was making you restlessly excited, every move he made, he looked so elegant and attractive, putting the kettle on while dressed and looking like a handsome TV actor.

You had enjoyed your time with him, but it was hopelessly strained by the feeling of tangible tension in the room, maybe it was time to go home. Time to leave before you do something stupid.

“And… do you live around here?” he said suddenly.

The question surprised you. You didn’t think he would ask, but it was obvious, what were you doing in a kind of private wealthy neighborhood when you were supposed to live in a simple dorm at the university.

“No…” you mumbled nervously, “my aunt does, about 4 blocks from here” you lied. “I was at the local library for a paper and the closest option was this neighborhood.”

Lie after lie, you had a couple of secrets you’d never dare tell him, like the fact that you dated a guy long ago whose family lived in that same neighborhood and now, almost by fate, found out exactly where Seungmin lived.

Seungmin grimaced, leaning his body and elbows to the counter, a curious expression on his handsome face.

“Mmm, maybe I know her, maybe not, I don’t know everyone…”

“Yeah, I live in a dorm but, there’s something about the library in town that I like better than the one on campus” you interrupted him, trying to divert his attention.

He raised an eyebrow, “Your aunt was waiting for you at home?”

“No… I took the quickest way I could and still ended up wet” you replied to which Seungmin laughed, “And there’s no signal on my phone.”

“Ah, yeah, not on mine either. We’ll be out of communication for a while and then it’ll come back. This damn town and its problems. Is your phone charged at least? I heard there’ll be a blackout soon.”

You nodded quickly, stirring in your chair, sighing softly thinking about how to survive that night having him right in front of you, his arms exposed by his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his sure attractive appearance and complexion, staring at you. Until again, the squeaking of the teapot distracted you again. Seungmin prepared the tea very mainly and sat down next to you, passing you a plate with three biscuits, inviting you to take one with his gaze and a gentle waggle of his eyebrows, willing to at least enjoy someone’s company on that terrifying night of unstoppable rain.

You whispered a soft thank you, enjoying his company, admiring your closeness, blowing into your tea before taking a sip and feeling the immediate warmth in your body and the sweet taste. Cinnamon. You could smell since he was making it. So sweet and warm, just as you imagined the skin on his neck would be, with your nose brushing against it, delicately.

You both watched each other in silence for a moment, sipping from your drinks and taking a bite of the biscuit, until you decided to say more relaxed:

“Were you going somewhere dressing like that?”

He smirked immediately.

“Like what?” he asked, lowering his gaze to his attire. “Is it too much? It’s casual.”

“No. It looks good on you but…” Seungmin blushed slightly, his eyes widening in surprise at the soft compliment, cup in his hand “I don’t know why I thought you’d wear something more comfortable than… those beige pants.”

Your gaze unconsciously went to his thighs, his long thighs trapped in those jeans, you really hadn’t the slightest intention of seeing him like that, but you noticed Seungmin’s throat clearing and his hands rubbing on his thighs nervously. You raised your gaze, to meet his face close to yours, avoiding looking at you, with his lips pressed together. A wicked smile came across your face, still not understanding how he went from confident to shy in seconds. You lowered your gaze to his thighs, now really inspecting them the way he believed from the first time.

It was driving you crazy, you liked him too much.

“Oh yeah, and what did you think I’d wear?” he commented, using a playful tone.

You looked at him. There wasn’t so much need for more words to feel the ineffable. But you both wondered, who would be the one to make the very risky and forbidden move?

Again, his piercing gaze on you and his few inches of very little help.

“Mm, maybe-”

“Do you often think about what I’m wearing?” he chuckled, sipping from his tea.

Now he was slightly nervous. It was like a game, passing the anxious feeling among the tension.

He cleared his throat again. Stopping himself. Repeating to himself that you were his student and he had to treat you with respect.

“I was about to go to a meeting but it was canceled because of the storm” he added before without even letting you think of a quick answer.

“And why are you alone?” you words slipped from your mouth, in a soft sincere tone.

You saw his side in profile. You honestly just wanted to see him talk and talk. You threw the question out without thinking and earned a slightly dirty look from him, raising an eyebrow. Seungmin watched you for a few seconds before answering, then averted his gaze to the front.

“My wife is at a conference in another city,” he replied, almost reluctantly.

You played a bit with the cup, not taking your eyes off him. Why would he talk about his wife like that?

You nodded slightly and looked straight ahead too, at nothing specific. You pressed your lips together, thinking that you were no one to ask about his son and it was strange to mention the topic since he never did in the first place, and you... you just knew.

You felt the conversation was ending. Words were missing and there was only the haunting sound of heavy rain between you.

Your heart began to pound, you watched his exposed arms lean back against the kitchen island and suddenly you felt more of a doom approaching. You had to leave. You had never planned such a thing, never thought of him more than your little crush, never fantasized about him with uncontrollable passion as you did just now. You could control yourself, but you found it too difficult. That ring on his finger seemed to be staring at you, but something about the rest of him looked so inviting.

“Do you think... the rain will stop soon?”

You spoke. Seungmin reacted, delighting in your soft voice close to him after having had that series of thoughts where he questioned absolutely everything about him... what he could have done wrong for his wife to have stopped loving him? Almost forgetting that he had such a sweet company by his side.

“What?” he turned to look at you slightly concerned, “No. Why?”

You were embarrassed now, to have his attention and to say something that wouldn’t make sense now, let alone in the situation you were both in right now, trapped.

“To... not to bother you and go home,” you said, embarrassed, looking down and almost in an uncertain whisper.

“What?” he repeated. “You’re not bothering me, on the contrary... we can keep each other company, for now.”

You blushed and smiled. Your lips glossy and appetizing from the steady sips of tea. Seungmin wished for a second to be that cup to be between your hands and feel the brush of your lips.

Seungmin swallowed dryly. Nervous and overthinking suddenly.

“This... is making you uncomfortable, do you want to go home?”

You quickly denied, cowering at the thought of whether you wanted to flirt with him. It was just you two drinking tea.

“No, no. It’s not that... it’s just... kind of hard to be without a cell phone signal.”

He chuckled softly, gently raising the right side of the corner of his lips.

“You can’t live without your phone?”

“Oh! It’s not that either it’s just... I’m just thinking I hope my roommate thinks I'm okay."

He nodded softly and took another drink of his tea. You’ll be fine. Safe. He thought. That he had to calm down, he’ll never put you at risk, nor touch you. Why would he?

“But you are. I don’t think she’s going to come out looking for you in this situation, is she?”

You smiled amusedly in denial.

Silence formed between you. Your body relaxed at his presence, your heart was beating normally, it was just a soft, slight nervousness that wouldn’t leave you at ease. You never thought that such a moment would come, so you never thought what to talk about with your beloved crush, Professor Kim.

He sighed. You couldn’t watch a movie together, there was no wifi. But he could invite you over, make you feel more comfortable, like a guest or a visitor, show you his house, his music room, play some boring board game.

You felt yourself becoming shy beside him, after thinking it was cute when he got shy and you liked to playfully be slightly daring.

But his sincerity suddenly came out, giving insight into the reason for your silence, why there wasn’t much to say when he said:

“I guess... we don’t have much in common, huh? I’m just a teacher and you’re a student. I don’t want to ruin the moment by asking you about college, I know for many of you it’s a difficult or tiring topic that you’d rather not say.”

You smiled warmly at him, “I’m fine with talking about college. I like what I do. It’s not that tiring for me... and… you’re one of the professors who make studying worthwhile.”

Seungmin blinked, unprepared to receive a gentle compliment, coming from your soft lips covered in cinnamon tea.

“Well... Ah...” his eyes wouldn’t leave your figure for a second, tracing every feature of your face with his gaze, causing a slight warmth on your cheeks that he gradually noticed. “I guess we haven’t introduced ourselves either, we just assumed to know each other. I’m Kim Seungmin, a music teacher and... baseball commentator in my spare time.”

Your cheeks were starting to ache from smiling and trying to hide such a gesture all the time. It was like a dream filled with a dark palette of colors and the only bright thing was the two of you sitting next to each other. A beautiful scene, where you both decide to get to know each other.

“Y/n. Music student and... Taking journalism courses.”

You were afraid of sounding uninteresting to him, after all, your lives were opposite, but you connected in a way. He was an adult with his life figured out, you were a simple young woman whose life revolved around working or studying hard for your future.

Seungmin could have asked your age, but he didn’t want to. It was not relevant. He didn’t want to know the obvious age difference between you. You were young, pretty, sitting daintily next to his slim build of a man, older than you.

“Journalism? You want to end up on a news channel too?” he commented amused, taking a gentle sip of his tea again and setting it down on his plate afterwards, causing the distinct and first sound between you, glasses coming together.

You let out your smile again, laughing softly, “No, no, I really don’t see myself doing that.”

“And how do you see yourself in the future then?”

Hopefully by his side, his arms, in the nearest future. You thought. But it was harder than expected it.

“I don’t know yet... maybe, writing about music. Mm, that’s why I was at the library, only there are old newspaper archives saved on their computers.”

Finally, a truth spoken.

“Oh, so you’re a smart girl.”

As if Seungmin couldn’t like you more at that very moment, you come to mess with one of the qualities he likes so much in a woman.

You turned slightly red again.

“I wouldn’t say that as such...”

“Come on, be honest,” he spoke, more relaxed, turning his body slightly towards yours “what college student does their homework... goes to the library, on a Friday afternoon?”

You smiled incredulously.

“A lot of them actually, Mr. Kim” you replied evidently, turning your body towards him as well. “I think you slightly misconcept students” you joked.

Seungmin wanted for a second to change the tea for a beer, to make it more homely, more relaxed and joking, making it the perfect excuse to squeeze your shoulder ‘friendly’, the perfect excuse to talk to you like a cute and kind woman he met by chance, make it the perfect excuse to touch you and get close to you. But he had to stop all those thoughts and attempts.

Seungmin smiled, showing off his perfect, cute teeth, with a more relaxed countenance.

“Okay, okay. I get it. Then you’re just a good girl.”

In your mind you responded to that. You could have. It didn’t cost anything. More than a slightly awkward smile that showed your nervousness, making you look tender, as you nodded softly. But you didn’t. It was the way he said it, that caught you and surprised you, making you stare into his eyes, lost. It seemed like he said it in a soft, subtle tone... like he was flirting with you.

You didn’t want to delude yourself. But him staying with his body also turned towards you, not taking his gaze off you and allowing the tension to build told you otherwise, it was the worst thing, he was allowing it.

Seungmin achieved his goal. You got so worked up just with a subtle tone of his words. Right where he wanted you.

Your smile gradually faded and more like a reaction of disappointment, it was quite the opposite. Surprise. Uncertainty. Fear that the worst was about to happen.

At this point your knees were colliding and Seungmin opened his long thighs letting yours have a better fit between his. The breathing of both of you increased, there was no reason for both of you to be so tense, watching each other with an insightful desire. He is married and he is your teacher.

Seungmin wandered in his thoughts, if that’s what you wanted... or if he approached you he would look like a perverted, unfaithful idiot. He was transfixed, lost, enchanted and mesmerized in you but one false move and it could all be ruined. It was forbidden, risky. You both lost too much... or won.

And before you could even decide... the loud enough sound of his washing machine indicating that your clothes were ready to go into the dryer was sufficient to distract you both. Seungmin closed his eyes deeply, coming back to his senses, realizing the cruelty and stupidity that was about to happen if neither of you stopped, if only one of you had leaned a few inches closer to the other... Seungmin would have caught your lips without a second thought, would enjoy every second of the velvet feel of you on him, would hold your face and revel in your fine jaw movements traced on his fingers.

He shook his head gently and in one swift movement, stood up from the chair.

“You… your clothes are ready...” he stammered, nervous, agitated and dizzy.

But you on the other hand, did exactly the same, awkwardly, without thinking, whispering a useless:

“I... I can go.”

You thought of your underwear immediately, you felt embarrassed that he had to be the one to go look at your clothes, it felt like an invasion of your privacy... but that didn’t matter now, it decayed and destroyed in seconds the moment you both stood up from your chairs awkwardly, pushing them back slightly and leaving you both facing each other, bodies completely joined.

It took you a short second to raise your gaze and convey again with your eyes what your minds were trying to hide. He could pull away from you, he should have, but he chose not to.

You could feel his body rubbing against yours, giving you goosebumps. Stiffening your nipples and your muscles, which Seungmin noticed and without even thinking whispered:

“Are you... cold?”

It wasn’t cold. But more like a mechanism for surviving his closeness, you could feel him so close, this time it didn’t take anything... just leaning closer to his lips. The shame left your body, that shame you felt for a second that he would see your underwear if he went to that beeping call in his laundry room, that moment between you was intimate enough, you wanted to be completely vulnerable before him if possible... but would you do it? Would you risk it? To your married professor?

You shook your head softly. Throwing it all to hell. Maybe just for tonight. You were alone, and if it’s just a kiss... you didn’t want to think about the consequences, you didn’t want to think about the highly possibility that he might throw and shove your body in annoyance that you made such a nefarious move, or that after a kiss you both didn’t know what to do... but his bright, dark eyes said something else.

Your eyes sparkled too. Your countenance relaxed and you half-opened your mouth. Seungmin knew exactly your next move as soon as he detected every single signal. But he stood there.

That lonely man let himself be carried away. He let him revel in your sweet face, your blushing cheeks and your eyelids closing, moving closer and closer to him to join your lips. Seungmin didn’t let it be awkward for a second, he also closed his eyes and let himself be carried away by the new world of sensations you brought him to. From the first second your lips collided, you both knew that this was where you were both meant to be.

Explosions of emotions growing in you both, he first enjoyed the soft and pillowy impact of your lips and suddenly... warm, silky jasmine bloom petals, cinnamon flavored, a subtle and intoxicating sensation, driving him insane, hypnotizing him, velvet lips against his dry and lonely ones, it was so delicate and beautiful, leaving his heart pounding, leaving him with a lingering, unforgettable impression.

Both of you finally relaxed, leaving just than your racing hearts, strength and attraction to be with each other, but kissing deeply and passionately, sharing and creating a secret in the heavy rain that night.

It was leading to doom for both of you. The storm had unleashed more than one disastrous problem. Infidelity, lust, desire, passion. Revealing every little secret, your infatuation for a married man, your less than innocent intentions, your willingness to commit the perfect adultery; his lonely life, his abstinence, his sadness and rage and above all, the carnal desires of both of you. It was as if the two were kissing for the first time. It felt incredibly intimate and vulnerable. Your chest brushing against his, while both of your hands still dared not touch... it was purely wicked.

Seungmin clenched his fists tightly until he couldn’t feel his hand. He must push you away, he must stop kissing you, stop not reciprocating, but he couldn’t give in. It had been a long time since he had felt like this, with the level of adrenaline and excitement as he did now. He was enjoying and rejoicing in every damn second, forgetting who he is for a moment.

And then, just as a fleeting flash of lightning struck, followed within seconds by its thunderous sound, you dared to do it, to touch him... to put your hands on his chest as soon as you knew he was reciprocating just the way you had dreamed.

But that only unleashed almost a trigger in Seungmin. What were warm hands doing on him, wanting to wrap around his neck...? From another woman, a woman who wasn’t his wife... and what were his lips doing on yours?

He stopped it abruptly, pulling away from you, leaving you confused, your lips red, sucked and glossy, begging for more. But he watched you in fear, his tender eyes wide in terror, his flat chest rising and falling heavily as he stood three feet away from you.

He couldn’t believe it.

He began to get nervous. What had he done? Why, and with whom... with someone he barely knew? You had never exchanged so many words, more than the necessary ones shared in his class. But now... he was absolutely screwed, worst of all, he was liking it. Everything in him wanted to get close to you again and kiss you even deeper, to drown in you.

You smiled. Finding it ridiculous to stop just when things were about to get more real, you weren’t going to accept it. You had to have him, at least today, you both wanted this, you knew that.

You took steps towards him, but he kept backing away.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, it was a mistake.”

He tried to explain. Remedy himself. But it was in vain, you were so possessed by having him, now.

“Was it?”

You tilted your head and looked at him, your emotions running high. Your heart pounding hard in your chest like raindrops on the ground. Please don’t act shy, Mr. Kim, you wanted to say, but your intense gaze spoke for itself. The mistake had already been made and it was obvious that he reciprocated with an inexplicable passion because you both desired each other, but he was simply in denial for a moment, stunned, accelerated and frightened. Never, in his 13 years of relationship with his wife, had he ever...

Seungmin stood still, letting you approach him again. You thought he looked so cute. You didn’t know his wife and you didn’t want to.

And he thought... you were alone anyway. He thought about Gaeun; what will keep her so distant from him?

Having you like this, in front of him, with a bright, lustful gaze, willing to risk everything to this night... it made him think... that if it was possible that his wife’s lack of interest was because she also found someone else.

“The lights will go out any minute, we should get ready and look for flashlights and lamps and things from the.... garage...”

Seungmin swallowed dryly as soon as you got back in front of him. He didn’t even know what he was saying, he was spouting any nonsense... trying to distract himself from the obvious fact of his desire for you.

You nodded, playfully, pressing your lips together in a sizzling pout.

“You’re right, Mr. Kim. We should get ready... should we.... stay together?”

You brushed your nose against his. Sharp and strangely cold. Your bodies were coming together again and you tilted your head again, gently, this time in a more confident motion, not hesitating for a second whether he wanted it or not. You knew. Because he was slowly preparing his lips, because his whole body was yielding and surrendered in front of you. You kissed, slowly, knowing absolutely nothing about each other, but seeming to know every part of you, you were in such synchronicity. You were making the same movements, enjoying the same thing... or maybe Seungmin was enjoying it maybe a little more than you.

It was inevitable, that your soft lips, tantalizing and provocative, did not provoke in him a tingle in his very vulnerable organ, right in his crotch. He felt pathetic, feeling himself getting firmer and firmer and his erection pumping slowly up and down his length... all from the simple act of soft, short kisses, teasing him, from the simplicity and intimacy of the moment, of your lips touching his, then leaving them... leaving light, sonorous kisses that left him wanting more and more... until finally taking it hard and not letting go.

Seungmin held your face in his hands, a warm and cool sensation at the same time, he did it just as he had fantasized too, his fingers memorizing every soft stroke of your cheeks and jaw, of the feel of your lower face, moving, synchronizing in his movements, colliding face to face, his straight nose tenderly brushing your skin at first, then in seconds pressing hard, deepening each movement, each kiss, sharing breath, or lack thereof, absolutely mesmerized with each other.

Sweetly you placed your hands on his ribs and held on to that shirt that was too big for him. You let yourself go and moved as close as you could to his body, pulling him completely together, instantly surprised at the firm, hard sensation protruding from his pants.

It was obvious that by being kissed in such a sweetly wild and passionate way, in such an inexplicable way as you both were, you were also slowly building excitement, satisfaction and some sexual pleasure... but knowing that he was already fully aroused was something you didn’t expect. As you kept kissing... you wondered for a moment... if it was just that, a sizzling make out? Nothing more? Or if you should really be ready for anything and start with something more. Something truer, dirtier and more intimate, take action by discovering how this had Seungmin.

You began, opening your mouth tentatively, letting him taste the inside of your mouth, let your tongue play with his, let the act escalate and become even more erotic. Seungmin in disbelief took it all in and sucked your lips hard as this time he delighted in your warm, restless muscle. It was becoming real, but his intentions were still unclear.

The constant thought of whether something sexual was really happening... you had to be prepared. You never believed it. You didn’t even think you were capable of approaching your teacher beyond a simple question related to some project. What would have him so aroused? Besides the incredible fact of your sizzling kisses. But the thought that he was fantasizing about you made you gasp. But there you were, both of you, devoted. Your arousal was growing, having his warm body against yours, his mouth fighting against yours as well and his lean, tall build surrendered to what the night had in store for you was getting to you enough, making your body desperately ask for more and more of Seungmin. So you took a bold step in haste, an important action to finally be the two of you under that storm. If he’d already been fucked one part then you’d make sure he’d get fucked all of it and make it worth it.

With your sensitive area tingling and your lips tenderly moistened, right down there, while the ones on top were still being devoured by a man with his libido at its peak, one of your hands slowly slid down to caress his erection and squeeze it right under those pants. That took Seungmin by complete surprise, who at first gasped softly between your lips but your continuous caresses disoriented him even more, causing him to pull away from you for the second time. He took a step back again with his breathing heavy.

You bit your lip, confused and excited at the same time, you were agitated and fearful that you had done something wrong, besides the cruel game of adultery you were getting into, in the same house where he lived with his wife every day. Seungmin didn’t rethink the idea of infidelity, in the end he had already committed the stupidity... but he thought if...

“Darling... are you sure… of doing it?”

Seungmin’s ears were red and while your cheeks tinted the same color. His tone of voice was more serious and insecure. Inside, he was dying for you to say yes.

Seungmin... was never the most sexual man, he loved his wife and could live his life without having so much sex, and he was aware that devoting his life to his young son would gradually decrease their sexual encounters, he was fine with that, sex two or once a month, fine, he hadn’t even noticed that he didn’t do it that often... but no sex for four months, constant cold treatment from his wife towards him... it was driving him crazy, he needed more than discharge his energy, he needed to solve the problem from the root, get help by being a real man, but that night he was going to forget about that completely. He was going to have you all to himself if...

“Yes...”

You moved closer to him, tangling your fingers in the loops of his pants and pulling his body towards you.

“Isn’t this what you want too, Professor Kim?”

You used the most seductive tone you could find in you, making Seungmin’s cock throb just from the gentleness of your words. The thought went to his head and pumped centered in his crotch... you were both going to be corrupted.

He nodded, embarrassed. If you had known... that this would be happening... maybe you would have worn your best perfume so the scent would still linger on you, better make-up that would last over everything... but all those little details seemed to matter little to Seungmin. He wanted you, just now, you could tell in the hungrier way he kissed you, desperate but in nimble movements, without being messy for a second. You kept shyly rubbing his erection as Seungmin’s hands caressed you this time. His big hand on your face while the other cupped your neck, feeling the fineness of your hair getting in the way, your warm skin and throbbing body, Seungmin could feel it. His hand traced your breasts over the fabric of his sweater and down to your hip, you knew what awaited you, still you moaned between his tongue buried in your mouth as you felt his skin brush against yours, his hand moving up your abdomen under that sweater. Seungmin played with every inch of your skin, squeezing it tightly, stroking your skin and feeling every fine hair on your stomach and tracing his long fingers down your lower back, still not quite reaching your breasts.

You were panting, holding back subtle moans between his mouth pressed to yours. Those other people’s leggings began to bother you, to feel so suffocating on your legs. You were making a mess in his wife’s leggings, moistening them, leaving every trace of your throbbing sex from all the desire built up by Seungmin.

He wanted to take his time, enjoy your mouth a while longer and rejoice in the feel of your skin and then enjoy your breasts in his hands.

His swollen lips went down to the bare, sensitive skin of your neck, his hand removed some of your hair and let it rest on the back of your neck while the other finally dared to come up and touch your very aroused breasts, you heard him moan softly into your neck as he touched them, his fingers playing with your nipples, his big hand squeezing them.

“Why aren’t you wearing anything, huh?” he whispered in a babble, as aroused as he had ever been, every part of his manly body desperate for sex, his member rigid and needy, his heart almost pounding through his chest.

“M-my underwear got wet too...” you replied, causing you to shiver through the sounds of voices.

He scoffed at your neck. “And I thought you were such a good girl...”

You were beginning to despair, to sweat slightly even. Your cute, needy area hadn’t received any attention so far, unlike his, you kept rubbing his growing, large bulge.

“Come here” he whispered.

He pulled away from you slightly, placing your hands on your waist as he left fleeting kisses on you, pulling your body and to guide you following his slightly awkward step to the one of the edges of the kitchen island. Seungmin lifted your body with ease, leaving you sitting on the cold marble. You were grateful, every second you spent standing in front of him you felt yourself getting weaker and weaker, useless with incomparable sexual energy.

You had the opportunity to observe him completely, his agitated countenance and his sex infused with eroticism. You licked your lips, almost thirsty to see, touch, and feel what was visible under his pants, to visualize that bulge released... but his gentle caresses diverted your gaze and made you stare into his dark, lust-filled eyes.

A smile curled on his thin lips.

“Then I guess you’re not wearing your panties either.”

You shook your head at his comment and saw his hands lustfully lose themselves under that sweater, caressing your abdomen and breasts, making you bite your lips hard. In one swift movement, Seungmin pulled your body by your hips, leaving you close to him, your legs spread wide, positioning himself in between them and stealing a few kisses as his hands tugged at the leggings that were the only garment blocking his view of your needy sex covered deliciously in the lubrication released by your worked up glands.

You sighed half-heartedly and helped him up a bit, leaving those slippers on the floor and jerked your body, finally allowing the garment to slip off of you, his knuckles grazing your thighs, down your legs until you were vulnerably exposed. You bit your lip, unsure of being in such a position with him, but you were already highly aroused, just longing for him to finally touch you and make you his over and over again.

Seungmin scoffed, joyful, excited and finding it unreal everything that crossed his mind and he was dying to do to you. He almost sighed as he got a small glimpse of your pussy. You pressed your legs together, without thinking about it, preventing him from seeing the full view of you.

You moaned softly, your pussy exposed, feeling the ambient climate, wet and throbbing. Seungmin looked into your eyes as you saw every part of him, his face, his shiny black hair illuminated in warm light, his countenance, his hands on your legs, his large and appetizing erection... he watched you, seeking approval to which you nodded once and spread your legs, showing him sin disguised as pure paradise. His eyes sparkled as he realized that he would be pleasuring a beautiful woman, that he would have her vulnerable and aroused, moaning, touching and enjoying what was most forbidden to both of you. A beautiful and pretty woman, who on Monday morning had to treat her as just another student.

The corner of his lips forming a half smile and his cock trembled at the same time, he was dying for this feeling from you, for you to give his erect member a warm, frantic and cozy place to be in, he had yearned for it for a long time and now he had it all with you. Seungmin watched your face, slightly red, your body still wearing his sweater, leaning gently against the marble and your pussy exposed... your sweet delicacy of femininity gently rubbed by the fabric of those leggings, ready to be touched.

He teased you a little, superficially running his hands over your mons pubis, giving you a hot shiver and depriving you of an audible moan, thinking he was about to touch you, but he didn’t, his hands went up your abdomen and waist, lifting the sweater in his wake and leaving you with your breasts exposed, to knead and play with them, squeeze them, pinch your nipple, making every part of his hand remember the feel of them; then he leaned to you, you looked at him expectantly and excitedly and Seungmin dared to give you the sweetest kiss so far, slow, full of passion and secrets, as if you were a real pair of lovers.

His hands were still on your breasts and his lips came down in time with them, by the time Seungmin was kissing your jaw, his hand cupped your pussy in its entirety and his long middle finger slowly and gently caressed your wet pussy lips, causing you to moan. Seungmin pulled away from you, looking at you expectantly and fascinated at the result of your sweet red face beginning to moan; he continued with hot wet kisses on your neck, squeezing your breasts with one hand and with the other finally working on your needy sex.

He almost raised an eyebrow, slightly taken by surprise at how warm and very wet your pussy was, it was unexpectedly satisfying, his hand sliding on your velvety vulva.

You watched him, your brow furrowed at the constant concentration and stimulation your body was receiving, your eyebrows down, your eyelids drooping in heavy ecstasy each time his hot breath hit your skin and his hand began to touch you. You wanted to see it, you wanted to see the dirty act of his long fingers that you always fantasized about touching, tracing and memorizing your womanhood with, his hand getting lost in your wet center, desecrating your sweet forbidden place for a married man like him; but his body was all over you, his face wandering your skin, his nose and lips kissing all the way down your body until he reached your breasts while his skillful fingers pressed just the right spot on your intimate part, causing you to gasp and arch your back gently.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, you always wanted this, don’t you? Did you fantasize about you teacher fucking you?” he mumbled, breathy and aroused against your sensitive skin.

Every word made your skin crawl. It was true. You fantasized about him all the time, in every possible scenario.

“Y-ye… Mm, I like you, Mr. Kim…” you struggled to say between moans, held grunts and intense lip bites.

“It’s like you’ve been waiting for me to touch you… feel that little soaked pussy.”

The idea got him harder, the sweet, nice and smart girl of his class, nonchalant but charismatic… somehow finding a way to seduce the old man of her—your professor, to make him misbehave in an irrevocably lust and him to have you, blissful and naked, with an arouse stirring body every time he touched your cunt wrapped in an exquisite sloshing sound.

Somehow you got shy at how wet you were feeling, making a mess for him.

His mouth found your breasts and lingered on them, devouring them with insatiable lust, from your angle you saw perfectly his naughty tongue circle your nipple, gently biting and sucking it, but the pleasure didn’t end there visually, you were exploding in sensations, being stimulated from the root that had you panting, Seungmin played with your clit in delicious movements, also knowing exactly which parts of your vaginal lips to explore, delighting the wetter they got.

“Are you okay, are you enjoying it?”

He questioned you sizzlingly, his innocent gaze riveted on yours with his face close to abdomen. Seungmin had left your breasts sore and stimulated and was doing the same with your pussy, using and stimulating it with his hand.

“Mmm, yes yes yes... fuck” you could only beg needily, stretching out your words.

He smiled again, kissing your abdomen and slipping a finger into you with ease at such you lubricated pussy you now had. His lips caressed lower and lower until they stopped at the skin of your pubis, finally he raised his gaze and stood straight, watching your pelvis move slightly at his stimulation. As he pulled away you could see it, his thumb pressing and caressing your clit, his middle finger driving you crazy at the soft, wet effect of being inside you moving constantly while the rest of his fingers struggled with playing a little more with your labia.

His left hand continued to caress you with no set rhythm, moving up your abdomen, breasts and neck; this was becoming a pleasurable torture for Seungmin, as the dirty act of keeping his hands busy on you was taking him more than just into forbidden territory, but into the new sensations of a sexual desperation, he was feeling the agonizing pain of his firm unstimulated cock, his pants were squeezing, his manhood was screaming for attention but he found it more important to pleasure you first, in delighting himself at the touch of a woman. Seungmin missed it too much, the power he felt in having control of a woman’s pleasure, of the sweet, soft moans coming out of their mouths, of the wild, messy sex, of his hands getting dirty in their pleasure... and he had you, you weren’t bad, on the contrary, you were all a dream come true, your pussy smooth, young, juicy, ready to be treated wonderfully as you deserved.

Seungmin enjoyed reacting to the pleasure you were having, your hands leaning on the marble and bending your fingers in sign of wanting to scratch the table, your sweet babbling moaning and your cute sucking air between your teeth while you brought two of your fingers with slight desperation to your labia majora, one finger on each side, rubbing your skin because you really didn’t know exactly where to put your hands, you were acting agitated, the sex and foreplay was clouding your sight and mind.

He slipped his second finger in with ease, digging into you as deep as he could touch, but it was enough, his long fingers were scratching a delicious spot on you. You wouldn’t take your eyes off him, he looked so good giving pleasure and to him you looked so good at that angle, being a little mess on his kitchen table, wearing his sweater, pulled up to your chest, exposing your breasts, legs sweetly spread, letting him use your pussy.

His third finger, making you squeal, a third finger was already opening your entrance and might as well be the perfect thickness of a penis in you, you bit your lip, watching his left hand settle his crotch, squeezing it as he mumbled a “Fuck” then using that hand on you, playing with your clit and wrapping his digits around your stimulated labia. You thought about how hard it must be for him, being so incredibly stiff and aroused, with his cock still trapped under those khaki pants, but at the same time you fantasized about the image of his cock and the idea of him filling you completely, fucking you non-stop.

Seungmin looked you up and down, from your flushed face to the nakedness of your body and your wet pussy being pleasured and he licked his lips.

“You’re enjoying it, huh? Tell me you’re enjoying it.”

You nodded, resenting the change of rhythm of his fingers on you, from a slow and teasing one to a faster and more violent one, setting you to moan throatily, “Yes-yes” revealing your needy naturalness.

“You fucking like that, huh?”

Seungmin who was well known for being neat and tidy, was getting fascinated by the way in the mess you were leaving on his fingers and his table; he was so excited that your pussy received heavy but slightly gentle slaps from his hand, making you aroused and moan; he did so, biting his lower lip, just to remark how you were for him and swell and redden even more your stimulated vulva for what was awaiting you.

Everything was so hot in itself and when you didn’t think it could get any better, when you thought he was going to let you bring you to orgasm with his fingers penetrating you, caressing your pussy with the room already filled with moans and your wet cunt sounds; his thin mouth made its presence tasting the skin of your pubis all the way down and sucked on your clit. You couldn’t believe it, it was unreal every move that man made in you and you let him make.

“I want you to cum in my mouth, princess, I want to taste you... all of you.”

He said, sending vibrations into your core at every hot breathy word, making you shudder.

Seungmin sucked your clit, almost giving it a loud, dirty, slow but lovely kiss, putting dedication to that key spot in you as his fingers filled your insides. His tongue was warm and the strength of it was impressive, the tip of his tongue exquisitely pushed the right places, he licked your length with no problem and went about eating you completely, making you collapse between your pelvis and roll your eyes as you babbled how good it felt.

His licks kept an exquisite rhythm that brought you to the perfect stimulation that made your entire body shudder and you could almost be sure for certain an intense orgasm was approaching in you, putting every feeling on the edge in every inch of you. His movements of his hot tongue were so perfectly performed that Seungmin seemed to have already studied your anatomy before and made you just the way he was driving you crazy, his fingers never leaving your entrance and his tongue getting lost in your wet center. You felt him so close and it put you into an agonizing, shuddering rush of emotions, you stroked his hair, his straight shiny dark hair. He looked at you, his kind and tender eyes thirsty for sex as his mouth was buried in your pussy, while it felt every particle of his lips, tongue and the soft bite of his teeth.

Seungmin caressed your body, your breasts, your thighs and just when he felt your body trembling indicating your approaching orgasm, he pulled his fingers away from you, sucked your cunt and squeezed your thighs tightly, provoked your entrance with his muscle and closed his eyes with intensity as he felt the desperate tingling in his crotch, but enjoyed and savored every subtle movement of your body, your gasps and all your intense orgasm, spilled into him.

You felt embarrassed for a second, your breath hitching as you tried to take in what just happened... your handsome teacher you were always in love with, as soon as you saw him, had just given you oral sex and gifted you with the best experience and orgasm... suddenly nothing seemed real, you were unaware of everything around you, but the only familiar thing was him, reveling in you, humming ‘mmmm’ as he made sure to taste everything from you.

Seungmin adored that, adored you now. Seungmin stood up, his elegant countenance looked glisteningly dirty, his chin glistening in your fluids. He smiled, his cheeks softly flushed, squeezed your thighs and said:

“Mmm, you’re such a good girl, did I make you cum, baby?”

You bit your lip. He was still hard. So not content with your thrilling and stirring orgasm, you sat up slightly, seeing him in the same position he had already been in for some time to which, breathlessly you commented:

“Can I help you, Mr. Kim?”

Your hand went once more to the stiffness of his erection, rubbing your hand on it and you noticed his almond-shaped eyes close, his jaw tightening as he cursed softly. You sighed, taking his reaction as blunt approval without the need for words and with your pussy well stimulated and sticky, you did your best not to slide messily on that table, as if you hadn’t made enough of a mess already. Seungmin watched your every move carefully and as soon as a naughty smile formed on your face and you got down on your knees in front of his notorious cock erection, he let out hot, deep and loud sigh closing his eyes.

“Let me return the favor, Professor Kim.”

You looked up, watching him innocently. You knew what he was playing at. The reason why he never allowed you to call him Seungmin or correct you... was it that he was playing the dirty game of corrupting one of his young students? Either way, you thought it was fucking hot, calling him and treating him with a certain authority.

Your mouth began to salivate at the thought of his stiff shaft on your tongue and his particular taste. You tried not to shudder at the undoing of his belt but you were getting horny again and you were recovering from an orgasm at the same time so the task was somewhat complicated, but you wasted no time and as soon as you could, you unbuttoned and pulled down his pants and underwear, leaving in front of you his swollen, virile sex, its tip pink and covered in white by the little mess made of his own precum. Your heart skipped a beat, you looked at him who was looking down at you from above and then you looked at his sleek cock, as nice as he was, you couldn't believe it. Its size was ideal and holding it in your hand made you sigh, just like all the small, or big, things he provoked in you.

You smiled broadly without containing the enormous happiness you felt holding the swollen and vibrating sex of that married man in your hand. You knew you were doing too much wrong, that karma could come back to you in the worst way, but you couldn’t stop, it was an addictive activity that put your morals aside. Your heart beat madly again; Seungmin stroked your hair at once and watched every action in detail, your hand holding his length, feeling and delighting in every inch of his texture. You had never felt yourself with an insatiable sexual appetite as you did now, every intense pulsation of his throbbing cock in your hands as you moved up and down; you didn’t resist your mouth getting the same, or even a better experience, so you stuck out your tongue and made sure to taste every part of Seungmin, starting with his silky smooth tip, wrapping it around your tongue and moistening it as you shyly licked the rest of his length and dared to slowly and carefully take it into your mouth, almost in an innocent and shy way, but as soon as you felt his throbbing, needy cock in a sufficient quantity to fill your cavity, the corners of your lips lifted into a smile of genuine happiness, it felt so good, to make him feel good, it felt so good to have the man of your dreams whimpering as he clenched at your hair and you watched him throw his head back, exasperated and aroused. Seungmin had a smooth texture, an exquisite way of filling your mouth with his cock, and you happily began to suck him in gentle motions, taking your time and savoring every part of his rigid shaft. He for his part, trembled, whimpering from deep within his chest, wanting to shed tears of happiness at feeling fully filled, at being satisfied and cared for in the vulnerability of his solitude.

“Ohh yeahh, ff-fuck” he grunted, his voice thick, lost in sex.

He tried to be tough and not so loud, but he was, his pleasure noises were slowly becoming consistently more agonizing. Every gasping moan came from deep inside him, he was enjoying it, too much, experiencing sex like he never had before.

His eyes blinked constantly, trying not to water at the sensation of his cock being perfectly pumped and, a couple more grunts, he saw downward, your submissive body on your knees and your sweet lips wrapping around his broad penis as your head kept in constant motion, his cock losing itself in your cavity, the inside of your cheeks wrapping around his detonating veins and skin, his glans going deep enough to tease your throat and graze your uvula and palate, your hands playing with his balls from time to time and caressing his pubic area going up to his smooth V line of his pelvis; and when your jaw ached, you pulled his wet, hot sex out of you and whimpered for air, licked your lips and stroked his erection again. It was a dream, a dirty, pornographic dream come true, it was raw, and real; your mascara running subtly, being waterproof and enduring the heavy drops of the storm hitting your face, but not your teacher’s stiff cock leaving you breathless.

Seungmin moaned loudly, thinking he could cum right there, feasting you with every drop of his cum while leaving your pretty face smeared on it too. But he wanted and wished for something better than filling your mouth, he wanted to unload all that rush of cum and fill your little pussy. Oh your pussy... Seungmin would start having you in his dirtiest fantasies from today on, he would dream about you, he would fill his underwear with cum just thinking about you, he would masturbate thinking about you and your heaving body and used cunt... he had no words to describe how amazed he was with you now.

And you, watching him stroking your hair and being needy, panting and surrendered to you did not compare to any of your previous experiences. This was Seungmin, that handsome man you spent time watching in videos, on TV, in your classroom, you didn't want anyone else, ever.

He saw you fidgeting, your legs moving more than usual as you became aroused again and your mouth struggling with his cock as a glistening dribble of saliva combined with his precum came out in the messy act. He was ready to replace the softness of your lips wrapped around his cock with your luscious cunt.

“Come here, ahhh, let me put you back on the table.”

He was doing his best to keep himself on edge. You were sucking and licking him every stress and night he mindlessly slept sadly without the slightest show of affection.

Your eyes sparkled and grew innocently bigger at his breathy, husky, almost stifled moan of request, but you heeded him. He grabbed you by the waist and put you back on the table in your old place. He hurriedly removed your sweater leaving you completely naked, you were surprised for short seconds but understood as soon as you realized he had a lustful look on his face and his big hand was stroking his wet cock. You knew exactly what he wanted.

Seungmin moved closer to you and you trembled with nervousness and excitement as your mind and body recognized what was about to happen, but he bit his lip, wavering between actually doing it or not... it was what he wanted most, to fill you completely, to pierce your warm and soft inside.... but the fleeting thought of looking for a condom also crossed his mind, it was the ideal thing to do, it was the right thing to do, you had already both screwed everything up... he couldn’t risk the constant feeling of danger for a few exquisite moments of pleasure, could he?

You began to get desperate and spread your legs slowly giving him the view of your exposed pussy and also the beautiful sight of your naked body, yielding to him. You leaned towards him, touching the collar of his shirt and whispered in his ear.

“Come on, Mr. Kim. Do it... no problem, please fuck me” you asked him moaning hotly every word, wanting him not to hesitate and do what you had dreamed of so much.

What you had dreamed of so much... you still remembered the first time you thought how much you wanted Professor Kim Seungmin to fuck you hard. It must have been a simple Thursday, years ago, when you were even younger, when something about him looked different... his forehead was slightly uncovered, he had combed his hair differently and a few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, he looked so tender and carefree, but for some reason you began to fantasize that behind that sweet and innocent appearance was a real man. He started playing the guitar and that drove you to perdition, you couldn’t stop thinking about his hands, touching and squeezing your skin, filling and moving skillfully and subtly in your pussy as he did with those strings.

A smile you hadn’t seen on his face until now was plastered on it, it was arrogant, cocky and showed a certain happiness in it. You wanted to say a little more, to provoke him by hinting that he wouldn't dare to do such a thing... but his hand taking his throbbing cock distracted you completely and your sight was diverted to the act.

Your heart picked up steam again and each heavy breath became more intense each time you watched as he and his erect manhood moved closer to your core. It was about to happen, and he warned you with a thick, raspy in your ear:

“I will make you mine...”

He whispered, almost internally more to himself than for you, as if his whole body was preparing for the big moment of the night, the perfect moment to culminate the disaster of an egregious infidelity, one of the worst things that could have happened in his house, the sexual act with a quasi-stranger. And you felt it. His wet, fleshy tip rubbing, pressed from your clit going down into your slippery labia and finally teasing your entrance until pushing himself slowly inside you, into your so empty pussy, now being slowly filled by his length sliding deep into you. You both sighed in exasperation and bit your lip watching his cock finely pierce your insides as Seungmin was still close to you. You watched that explicit part of both of your bodies come together and then admired his smooth features, reveling in the sensation of the most forbidden sex.

A bright, eerie lightning strike came through that window in his kitchen, followed by his outrageous thunder, again, but nothing could frighten you or impress you this time, finally, being completely consumed by desire and sin. You moaned ragged and needy, clinging to his shirt and back to every inch his hard cock pierced and advanced deep in you, you were on the edge of that table where he usually lived day after day, taking hold of his desire and body at every single little thrust of your pussy consuming his cock. Seungmin moaned too, victorious and relieved like never before in his life, closing his eyes deeply and enjoying his sex joining yours.

Your thighs squeezed and encircled his hips as you let out a squeal at the feel of his manhood scratching your cervix, being deeply buried in you and feeling his length throbbing between your walls. Seungmin let out a growl, breathless, reflecting his arousal that was setting him on edge with his emotions running high. Your devotion was afloat, it was so tangible and pure that the rain could witness the big lie, that it was two lovers making love to each other that night. His thumb caught your chin still wet in the combination of his fluids and your saliva from the dirty act performed by your pretty mouth moments ago, he ran his finger across your lips, across your erotically open mouth begging for sex and his face moved closer to you, giving you a sizzling, passionate kiss as he finally started the real end game, the disastrous final act where the married man engulfed and let himself be carried away by temptation and sin, moving his intimacy into yours, leaving you breathless, easily sliding his cock into your tight core that burned like the sweetest inferno.

You let yourself be penetrated, moaning between his lips each time his swollen, throbbing cock slid into you, your sounds beginning to be questionable, between pleasurable pain, your body throbbing and aroused and your hands firmly clutching his back. Seungmin continued to kiss you, harder and harder as he set an agonizing rhythm inside your pussy. He was in glory, touching heaven every time his cock moved inside your tight insides and was smothered by your spongy walls. Every function of your body seemed to change and only work on his constant movement against your body and your pleasure.

He let you breathe, ramming into you as he intimately pressed your foreheads together and admired your exhausted face and energetic body being pounded over and over again. The sound of your wet pussy being used took over the place in conjunction with the gasps of both of you; somewhat awkwardly you searched for a way to unbutton his shirt, in haste as your whole body trembled and struggled to get used to his exquisite pace, finally leaving him with his bare chest and abdomen.

“Fuck, fuuuck...” he gasped with his hot breath hitting your face.

It was frantic, but slow, deep and precise, each thrust moved something in you and blurred your vision, you were being purely filled with joy. You caressed his abdomen and luridly lowered your gaze to your entrance being fucked over and over again. Seungmin brought his hands up, the right one gripped on your waist while the left one desperately caressed your breasts, he controlled your body with ease, making you settle and you let out a soft cry as you felt his cock sweetly hit a spot on you, managing to arch your back. He reached for your neck, taking it between his hand. You stared at him, his sweet gaze was gone and he was just watching you... differently, taking out every frustration on your body.

Seungmin began to ram you faster and deeper, colliding skin against skin, leaving you immobile but excitedly restless. He began to use your body more as an object of desire, taking absolute control of you. His threatening, sensual grip on your neck began to take on meaning as he squeezed it tighter and tighter each time. For a moment he stopped being that tender teacher with that soft image you used to remember and had become simply Kim Seungmin, an older man with whom you were gaining experience, giving you the most intense sex and next orgasm. You could feel him, depriving your breath, squeezing your neck tightly until he left you struggling, just at the hottest and sweetest moment of the sex act, when you were being fucked hard, his pelvis thrusting hard into your body every time his cock slid into you, just when you were exasperatedly agitated, struggling with your breathing, he simply choked you erotically, making sure to make each of his thrusts so intense that your torso resented every stroke.

Your body was easy to control, you were becoming a doll with which he could deposit all his semen and fulfill even his dirtiest fantasy. Slowly you let yourself enjoy, slowly lying back on the cold marble, allowing yourself to be used by him. You touched his arms, his hand around your neck. You were so close, to your exasperation at not feeling air and to the most intense point of your sexual climax. Seungmin could tell, your strong lip bite and arched back were easy signs, but he had no plans to leave you tired from just the first big round of your long night of fun. Your breasts began to jiggle violently between each hard thrust, your blood began to pump rapidly with force, struggling to keep your body’s composure functioning, pushing you to orgasm and desperation to get your proper oxygenation. Still, you were in heaven itself, being touched by his sex over and over again with your fingers brushing the soft skin of his arms on your neck.

A deep growl escaped Seungmin’s lips between excited sighs as he felt the sizzling kiss of your walls on his cock, squeezing it and indicating your intense orgasm.

He slowly released you, leaving your neck slightly red, you breathed deep and fast, trembling and feeling the crazy rhythm of your heart pounding in every inch of you. Seungmin teased you by filling deeper into you, he smiled at the sight of you, your body losing control and giving in to each pounding thrust that hit your pussy hard. He stroked your lips with his thumb, your mouth half open, feeling dry at the exasperated moans coming from you from such frantic activity.

“Are you about to cum, little one?”

Seungmin questioned you, lowering his hand delicately to your naked body, caressing it with his knuckles and making you shudder all over. You were still struggling slightly for air, but you nodded desperately and as he bit his lip gently, raising his eyebrows motivating you, authorizing and urging you on, you were already collapsing under his intense act. You touched his arms, holding your trembling body and sobbed moaning in pure joy, culminating intensely with his rigid member thrusting into you. You looked at his handsome face during the process and he moaned echoing your orgasm in him.

As soon as you were done and your abdomen was rising and falling with heaviness and agitation, Seungmin pulled his limb out of you, making you feel for seconds incomplete and you saw his cock touch the bare skin of your pubis. You had finished, but from that angle his sex looked so swollen, wet, his tip looked so inviting and you noticed that he was still erect. Your whole body suddenly reignited, wanting the idea that deep down, one of the things you wanted was to see him come to orgasm, to see him unload his cum so messily and enticingly, to see him moan out such an act; so you sat up straight, he was enjoying watching your exhausted, heaving body satisfied that he put his agonizing arousal aside for a second, but suddenly you appeared in front of him, saying seductively breathlessly:

“Let me make you cum, please Mr. Kim, I can help you. I want your-you to cum.”

He almost released a chuckle. Your bright eyes wrapped in a light coat of happy tears, your sweet face begging for sex, your eager body wanting for more... you didn’t even have to suggest it. He was there, to possess you and use your young body just the way you were so eager for.

“Come here” he replied grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you down from the table. “What an interesting choice of words, miss Y/ln...”

Seungmin said in your ear, in quick seconds he had you pinned against the edge of the table as he turned your body and pressed his against yours, your ass felt his throbbing erection brush against your skin, your back felt his chest and finely the fabric of his open shirt, as his hands squeezed the back of your forearms.

“...for someone you should have respect for.”

His next move was something you would never have expected or seen coming. A hard spank on your ass, making you squeal with shock. You liked it.

“You use that little mouth to talk to your elders like that?”

Spank after spank, hard enough to leave your ass red and make you squeal with pain and excitement. Seungmin squeezed your buttocks, managing to maximize and perpetuate the burning and pain in your skin, as he bit his lip, then caressed your buttocks skin and kept spanking you. Unconsciously you let your back arch, resting your hands on the edge of the furniture and let yourself be hit and touched with the back of his fingers caressing your visible juicy labia, teasing you with his digits pushing and stirring your organ. It was the perfect excuse, Seungmin wanted to do with the pleasure of your body whatever, to explore every inch on that forbidden night, he wanted to fuck you for hours until he saw the light of day.

“But what can I expect if with that mouth you sucked your teacher’s cock with pleasure.”

His words worked magic, the undertone and his pitch full of pure sexual connotation raised your sex drive again. You moaned as soon as you felt his cock thrust into you again, sinking deep with ease as you were already so wet. Seungmin let out an exasperated whimper as he felt you, your throbbing pussy beginning to slowly create desire and arousal for your whole body. You arched your back more, your elbows and arms lying on the table clinging to the intensity of movements that awaited you and Seungmin began to ram into you hard, his cock already deep inside you stirring your insides and kissing your cervix. He saw the act of his pelvis and pubic area rubbing against your ass and bumping your body with agility, he caressed your bare back and licked his lips, suddenly thinking that he craved the closeness of your body, of your tired and quivering body on his, so he gently pulled on your hair for a few moments without missing his rhythm, you didn’t understand his signals, until he took hold of your shoulder and said:

“Come here, come closer, pretty one.”

He pulled your naked body close to his abruptly, you stood on tiptoe raising your ass without thinking and closed your eyes sighing at the feel of him so close, his pelvis squeezing your ass and his bare chest on your back, Seungmin pushed your hair aside, leaving the right side of your neck exposed and attractively positioning his face there, his right hand was firmly holding your neck loosely and the other played touching your breasts and abdomen, but he delighted and found himself by pressing the sweet spot of your clit while he kept penetrating you in a wild and exquisite pace. You gasped filling you with emotions and threw your head back closing your eyes in pleasure enjoying every violent movement in you, his hand working rapidly on your clit and labia, his wedding ring criminally dirty in your fluids, his cock penetrating you furiously. Suddenly between gasps everything became so primal, you could think of nothing else but the wonderful sexual world you were living in, both of you cursing in exasperation, creating an ephemeral, sickeningly intimate connection.

You began to tremble, to lose strength and feel strangely desperate, whimpering and rejoicing on the verge of climaxing again, Seungmin was so exact and precise, exquisitely fucking you until he blurred your vision; he as well as you, with his moans in your ear, the constant pounding of skins colliding and his cock quivering inside you, he was so close to his orgasm, both of you could feel each other at such intense and genuine levels. You turned your face to catch a glimpse of his pleasurable, agonized expression as he whimpered your name followed by the comforting, warm sensation of his semen completely filling your entire vaginal cavity. Holding on to his arms touching your body, you cum intensely as well, collapsing breathlessly with his body pressed to yours. As he cummed in you, Seungmin smoothed his movements, until he pulled out of you, drained and leaving a pornographically falling mess staining his perfectly clean floor.

And there was the most perfect heinous and sinful act, your naked body, panting and flushed in sex with your pussy quivering spilling his glistening white semen. Seungmin tried to catch his breath with his face wrapped in sorrow and satisfaction, hidden in your neck. Whatever happened... you had a wonderful time, you had never had such a mind-boggling, frenetic and beautiful sexual experience as you had now. So intimate, long lasting and intense. You relaxed your feet and still agitated you turned your body to see the handsome face of your favorite teacher, his red cheeks and shiny hairline wanting to sweat, you smiled, genuinely happy, so glad that things had turned out this way, that you both had wanted each other so badly, that you could finally have the man of your dreams that you had been pining for so long; you were going to be the one to approach him, but Seungmin stepped forward, placing his warm right hand on your blushing cheek gently, saying softly,

“My sweet Y/n... That was beautiful.”

You enjoyed his fine touch, looking into his eyes and from an impulse, almost childish and pure, like that of an innocent girl rushing at her first love, you took a quick step towards him and caught his lips, he joined his body to yours, pushing you with his left hand and letting it rest on your lower back, while the other was still touching your face. You rose up on tiptoe and wrapped your arms around his neck, stroking his hair and gently pushing the back of his neck, at first it was messy, desperate and passionate involving the bold touch and sound of your tongues colliding, revealing your first intentions with each other; but the more time passed, the rhythm softened, ending in a long, sweet and intimate kiss, colliding your agitated heartbeats.

When you separated, breathless, vibrant with emotion and with your heart fluttering, but in a purer and sweeter way, you looked at each other for a few seconds and did not hesitate to lean your head on his shoulder, still embracing him, with your tired face close to his neck. You closed your eyes and you couldn’t say anything else, because you couldn’t find the right words to say after living an unique experience for you. You took a deep breath and let yourself be hypnotized by the closeness of his body. However, within seconds you heard him say:

“Oh... the light went out, already” he mentioned more calmly.

Both of you were slowly regulating your breathing still. Seungmin hugged your body without thinking, the damage was already done, but at least it would be a little secret you both shared, he had no idea what would happen tomorrow, and he didn’t have the slightest interest to know, for the first time in his life, he didn’t have something under control or planned, as soon as he had you and was holding you, just a little bit more... he felt calm.

You opened your eyes in surprise and found nothing, other than your vision in pitch black, a somewhat shadowy darkness. You still felt Seungmin, but seeing absolutely nothing made you uneasy.

You gently turned away from him, still touching his hands.

“Are you afraid of the dark...?” you heard him say right in front of you, still in his place.

“Mmm, not as such, but not seeing anything and it being all dark does get a little scary.”

You heard Seungmin let out a giggle and let go of your grip, you guided yourself based on sounds, the sound of his belt buckle moving and clothes sliding on, you assumed he put his underwear and pants back on as you followed with an eerie fear, eyes wide open, listening to his breathing plus complete darkness in front of your eyes.

You were thankful that the electricity lasted throughout your slow, sizzling sex act.

Seungmin patted his counter blindly, having roughly the calculation of his own kitchen, he managed to touch the tea cups and then felt a cell phone being palmed.

“I think it’s your cell phone,” he commented, lighting up slightly as it turned on automatic and displayed your lock screen, he handed it to you, whispering, “You can turn on the flashlight... if you want.”

You scoffed, heeding him and noticing that indeed Seungmin was already in his pants. You didn’t shine a direct flashlight on his face, but just enough of an angle to see him.

“I have to go to the garage to get out a few flashlights and...”

“No need for that” you added subtly on impulse, “Seungmin,” you called his name for the first time, feeling even closer to him poetically, he remained still, facing you, his face slightly illuminated, “I’m tired... and it’s night, I can just go to sleep, though I’m a bit scared, can you stay with me?”

He smiled, letting out a light breath, it felt like lucid dreaming since he couldn’t see you and was only guided by your voice.

“You want that?” you nodded happily biting your lower lip even though you were sure he couldn't see you, “Sure, I have some lamps that don’t take up electric light in my room. You can get cleaned up and I’ll borrow something to sleep in. Take my hand. You’ll light the way, okay?”

You laughed softly, seeing his expression, raising his eyebrows followed by a gentle smile. You took his hand and amidst the complete darkness you both walked up the stairs until you reached the master bedroom. His room. Where he slept every night, you thought and... in a way, the one he always shared with his wife, yet you felt Seungmin’s manly and clean scent predominate in the room.

“I’ll turn on the lights” he warned you, letting go of your hand.

You lightened his figure, going to each side of his bed on the night stands, turning on two warm light lamps, one on each side. Then you saw him open the curtains of his large windows, letting in a little of the moonlight, moon almost full, romantically and subtly illuminating the room. It seemed to you for a moment... stupidly tender every little thing he did... and in a way, romantic. The tense darkness, the solitude and intimacy that surrounded you, the non-stop rain outside, the moonlight...

The lamps didn’t illuminate much, other than the area around the bed. Seungmin was standing in front of his window, his expression and body nervous and tense, despite having lost all reins with you a few moments ago downstairs. You put the flashlight of your phone right on him, he was somewhat far away from you and watched his tender countenance. You smiled, thinking how much you needed him again, not having him around felt like the real crime and sin. So, you turned off the light of your phone, leaving it on the nightstand near you and walked slowly and sensually towards him. Seungmin remained still, watching your naked figure emerge from the darkness and the dim light like some kind of a beautiful demon, or a deity of the night, ready to bless and curse him at the same time.

You stood in front of his already agitated body and trapped his neck between your arms, putting them over his shoulders and touching his hair. You leaned in for a kiss, under the moonlight and the violent rain lashing every part of the small town, a kiss, soft, slow, erotic and delicate, that turned into a series of hot and breathtaking actions. His hands took your waist and slowly went up and down caressing your body, something in you that night could not leave you alone, it was such a fatal attraction that you could not separate from each other, let alone get complete satisfaction from each other, you wanted more and more, reflecting it in your desperate kisses and excited bodies.

You started by sliding down his shoulders his already open shirt, caressing his skin in the process and Seungmin let the garment fall to the floor. Without detaching from each other, you both walked to your large bed, perfectly made, about to witness another disaster, another room in his home about to worship another disastrous and sizzling hot act of infidelity and carnal desire. Your legs collided with the edge of the bed, Seungmin’s passionate lips trailed down your neck as his hands explored and kneaded your body with desperation. Both of your sexes again braced themselves, quivering and moistening, impatient and hungry to have each other.

“Seung-Seungmin” you sighed, before you fell surrendered to his bed or lay down on it, you caught his attention by saying, “Get undressed too, please.”

Seungmin smiled, parted from your skin and quickly complied with your orders, pulling down his pants and underwear quickly and stripping them off; he returned to you, laying you gently on the bed, kissing your body again. You moaned, at the sensation of his genitals colliding and rubbing as he made you his with his lips on your body.

“You couldn’t wait, huh? I was going to take my clothes off anyway, princess” he growled into your skin, his breath burning into you.

You wanted it to happen again. His throbbing, big sex piercing you unprotected, his raw texture between your walls, controlling your body, being under the effects of him, being intimately under his body... but the thought of having him, under you, made your pussy throbbingly restless, which made you moan softly:

“Let me-let me be on top.”

Seungmin seemed to ignore your request for sizzling seconds and continued with his lips tasting your breasts, abdomen, and when he reached your pussy, you moaned half-heartedly as you felt his breath, you clung to his sheets and he kissed the inside of your thighs, making you believe he had every intention of servicing you down there again, but he stopped. He leaned his body in and saw your aroused body illuminated in the dim warm light.

“Do you want to ride me, little girl? Is that it?”

You nodded and followed his lead as soon as you saw him settle into his own bed. You approached him desperately, crawling a few steps to his naked body waiting to be attended to. His cock was so inciting, waiting for you, every fiber of Seungmin’s body crying out for you. You positioned yourself finally, your thighs to the side of his, grasped the base of his rigid penis and bit your lip as you teased his soft glans at your entrance, until finally letting yourself fall on his cock, taking it all in completely, crushing his testicles and subtly painting them in your wetness.

“Ohh, yesss, baby, that’s it, so fucking good for me fuck, I love filling you all the way up” Seungmin whimpered, your walls exquisitely squeezing his cock.

You hugged his neck, squealed and started to move to your rhythm, enjoying his length in you. Seungmin delivered short, loud spanks on your ass, squeezed it with desire and massaged your body, your waist, your breasts, each sex act with you surpassing the last, he was in fucking heaven and hell, gleefully rejoicing in your pussy kissing his testicles each time you agonizingly slid your cunt deep into him, reveling in the sensation of your pussy devouring his cock, but mostly of your yielding, young body on his.

This time you were in complete control of him and your pleasure, you chose what movement and rhythm to do while his little comments encouraging you and his moans hardened your nipples and made your ears red, it felt so good to have him under you, filling you up.

You rode Seungmin not looking for perfection in the strokes, but an inevitable pleasure for both of you, driving him crazy, your squats were imperfectly perfect and that had him wild, you were young, seizing and learning to take the cock of his lonely, excited self. Seungmin raved at your tits bouncing up and down on his face, taking them between his mouth and tasting your nipples, taking you to the limit; when he felt you were struggling leaping on his cock and out of breath he would support you by grabbing your waist, helping you bounce exquisitely on his sex.

Your vision began to blur. You were so close. The sex was being delicious, you grunted every time your clit rubbed finely against his skin and your chests collided; you kissed Seungmin passionately one last time, before collapsing completely. He was so close too, he took advantage of your body and moved it with slight abruptness, his length in and out quickly; you hugged yourself tighter to him, hiding your red face on the side of his neck and whimpering in his ear, you felt his cock throbbing inside you shortly followed by a hot shot filling your pussy, Seungmin hugged your body tightly, whimpering and staying still shuddering in his intense orgasm. His cum began to slide down his length, you continued, sloppy but strong movements over his cock, your pussy consuming and sinking into him until you shivered in your climax, falling surrendered and joined your heaving, tense torsos together. You remained in each other’s embrace for a moment, the golden light kissing your exhausted bodies yielding in pleasure.

Seungmin slowly lay back, letting his body and head fall back on his pillow, your body fell back on top of him and he began to caress your spine still with his warm cock inside you.

You were so tired, what you remembered was him coming out of you, both of you going to the bathroom to wash up after such unbridled and passionate acts. Seungmin put on new underwear, sleeping shorts and a white t-shirt, you hoped to sleep next to his warm and naked body, feeling his skin, but you said nothing, you agreed to sleep only in one of his t-shirts and, at least you slept in his arms that night, he hugged you while he tried to have a conversation with you... but you fell entranced in his scent, your eyelids heavy until they closed completely.

The next morning was the real hell.

It was the next day, the day that neither of you wanted to come, that neither of you wanted to face, you had to think about your actions. Your filthy, heinous deeds...

Seungmin woke up early, as common as his adult body was already used to. He woke up carefully, letting you sleep peacefully. He set himself the task of meticulously cleaning and disinfecting every part of his house, of removing every trace of the rampant, dirty, sinful sex that occurred the night before between a husband and his mistress, whose gasps, screams and bursting orgasms were silenced by the storm. He cleaned the kitchen island, the floor stained in droplets of his semen, he dry your clothes, folding them and putting them on the bed near you, he took a shower and waited for you to wake up... not late enough, as you only had two hours until his wife came home.

The only trace of sex that inhabited his house was you and the lustful ghosts of the night before. But Seungmin didn’t particularly want to get rid of you, his intense, passionate lover. There was something about you that he adored, beyond sex. He sat beside your body resting, sleeping peacefully and watched you tenderly, your face slightly puffy, your hair tousled and your cheek squashed into his pillow as you breathed deeply, he wished to live that every day, to have you always. He slowly leaned his body back, leaning on his elbow and watching you closely, thinking with a slight ache in his chest, that in the daylight you were even more beautiful, you shone brighter, that you deserved all that and not what he could scarcely and almost humiliatingly offer you—an affair, a forbidden romance, a fleeting love filled with passion and clandestine encounters, of hiding and living with a huge burden of guilt, of simply becoming the other woman, a full-time mistress.

You deserved to be treated with everything nice in the world, with delicacy, you deserved to be taken out on dates, to wear a beautiful dress and be taken out in the daylight without any fear of being seen, to be showered with flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. You deserved someone who would make loving love to you, not someone who just used your body. You were young, smart and sweet; you were everything he could dream of... but deep down he felt it should only remain a dream and a whim.

His life would go upside down if he ever chose you...

And between the anguish and his time of admiration for you, Seungmin lost track of time and fell asleep, sleeping next to you, his arm on the sheet that covered your body.

The morning light spilled through the rain-kissed window, painting the room in fragile gold and shades of blue. Seungmin lay beside you, his breath slow, his wedding band glinting like a quiet wound against the sheets. The storm had passed, but inside you, a tempest lingered—guilt, longing, the ghost of his touch still warm on your skin.

You breathed in his perfume and smelled the expensive scent of the sheets in which your half-naked body was wrapped. You lay there, dead ashamed. Like a whore wrapped in someone else’s sheets... you were satisfied, happy, guilty, a whirlwind of emotions with your tired body in sex.

You rose, careful not to wake him, and sat on the edge of the bed, thinking.

It had been a mistake, hadn’t it? A fleeting, fevered thing, born of thunder and hushed confessions.

But seeing Seungmin, didn’t make you feel guilty, but gave you a pang of feeling, of uncontrollable envy at wanting to be the real woman he woke up with that sight every day.

It was unfair.

Something in you was grateful that it was just sex, otherwise you would have fallen more in love and deluded than you were. He was a good man, interesting, you knew it, you loved him, but he wasn’t yours. It was just vulnerability that sparked that storm and a lot of luck. Maybe.

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pussy drunk!bang chan

pussy drunk!chan who is absolutely addicted to you. the moment he gets a taste, it’s over for him. he would start all slow and controlled, wanting to savor your reactions. but the second you moan his name or tug at his curls, his self control shatter.

he’s sloppy with it, getting so into it, he doesn’t care about how messy he gets. lips and chin completely covered but he loves it. he practically drowns himself between your thighs, gripping them so tightly as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

he gets lost in you, moaning against your skin, eyes fluttering shut. when eventually pulls away for air, his voice is breathless, pupils blown wide. “You taste so fucking good, baby” he groans before diving back in like he’s starved.

he’s always talking between kisses, between long strokes of his tongue. whispering how much he loves this, how good you are for him, how he never wants to stops. when you pull his hair or grind against his face—his nose rubbing hard your clit—he whimpers, low and desperate like he’s the one being ruined.

if you try to push him away when it gets too much, he won’t budge. his arms will lock around your thighs, keeping you there as he murmurs “Just one more, baby…. just one more for me.” but it’s never just one more. once isn’t enough. twice isn’t enough. he could spend the entire night between your thighs and still wants more. he’ll kiss his way back up your body, his lips swollen and voice husky and plead, “again?”

he gets smug when your legs start to shake. he open his eyes briefly to watch as you grab at the sheets, his shoulders, your pillow, at anything you can. he loves watching you fall apart for him, because of him. “That’s it, let me hear you.”

and there’s no way he isn’t turned on while doing this. he gets hard from just eating you out. if he has you on your back, he’s grinding into the mattress, into the sheets. if he’s got you sitting on his face, he’s rutting up into nothing, only feeling the slight shift of his sweatpants when his hips thrust upwards. sometimes, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until he gets embarrassingly close.

If you ever just grab his hair and hold him there, he’s a goner. his moans get louder. vibrating against your folds. I’m a firm believer in Chan being a pleasure dom. he loves making you feel good, that includes you using him for your pleasure.

I’m also a firm believer in Chan having a praise kink. I feel like he’d rather be praised than degraded. the second you call him good—your good boy, good baby—he loses it. gripping your thighs even harder, pulling you closer and working his tongue even faster to make you come undone. He lives for your praise, and he’ll do anything to earn it.

once he’s finally had enough, he’s pressing soft kissing into your thighs, rubbing soothing circles into your skin as you slow your breathing. he’d be so gentle afterwards, holding you close and whispering how perfect you are, how much he loves you. and if you let him, he’s falling asleep with his head still inbetween your thighs, completely spent but happy.

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han jisung x fem reader | wc 1.9k | warnings: smut, established relationship (they're really obsessed and desperate), reader really likes jisung's new tattoo, implied soft!dom reader but not really, kind of bratty sub jisung but not really, facesitting(f. rec), oral (m. rec), one(1) use of 'mama', pussyjob

A.N: sorry if this is cringy(?) or not my best. i forget how to format. i'm really out of the habit or writing again, but i kind of liked writing this one. ib dreamie's answer to my ask... dreamy sigh. anyways. let me know if i missed any warnings. reblog and give feedback if u liked:P

"B-baby, please.." Jisung whimpers, squirming against the pillows.

You don't respond with words, instead a hum leaving you as you lave your tongue over that same patch of skin you've been licking, sucking, and kissing at for more than fifteen minutes now. The spot decorated with the fresh ink, fully healed but oh-so-new and exciting still. You can't get over the way it looks on his skin. Exquisite.

Your favourite body. The one you've vowed to worship- well, not yet, not outwardly. But it's an unspoken understanding.

You'd fallen so deeply infatuated with his body prior to the markings, had memorized and revered each of his soft lines and lean muscle. Boyish narrow shoulders and scrawny chest slowly transformed before your eyes, becoming more masculine. Into the wide, rounded, strong shoulders you now grab onto when you're excited or upset. Strong and firm, thicker skin sits around his ribs now. But he's still Jisung. Still with the slim figure and tiny waistline that he doesn't seem to grow out of.

Just as you'd admired those changes as they came, you're compelled to do the same now. It only felt right to rediscover him all over again. You wonder fleetingly if Jisung had forseen this reaction from you; you're sure he must have, at least a little, at some point. You're always praising him.

That's how you've ended up like this. Jisung's shirtless, but his sweats still cling to his hips, doing nothing to conceal his arousal under the fabric.

You haven't touched him yet. Apart from this. Leaving kiss marks around his pretty tattoo, swiping fat licks of your hot tongue against it. It has to sting at this point, his chest tinged the colour of a kitten's tongue. Several deep purple marks litter his collarbones. Your hand rests at the centre of his chest, revelling in your work and his reactions. The rise and fall of his chest.

"Darling," He starts, and just as suddenly sucks in a breath through his teeth, "ah!— it's sensitive!" Jisung whines, shoulders shaking in something like protest.

He could say 'stop' at any time, you're both aware.

You adjust from where you're curled into him, sitting back on your ankles slightly. You lean in just-so to carefully blow cool air over the swollen spot on his chest. Jisung follows suit, giving you the shiver you were seeking from him.

You look up at him, that pretty face, and you relish in those round eyes staring back at you. Something anticipatory. Something distant, faded, something within them telling you: he's at your mercy. You're gentle, sweet, taking in this dazed state of him. All soft and vulnerable. You press a peck to that chocolate chip on his cheek.

He huffs something indiscernible— surprise? exasperation? — and you cup his face in your hand.

"I love you." You tell him. Your lips don't touch, but there's almost no space separating them.

It's his turn to hum, though his expression softens once more, and he lets his lips connect with yours.

It doesn't take very long for Jisung to get lost in it when he's kissing. You take the chance to raise your hand to his chest once more. Your pointer finger outlines the ring of hickeys you've imprinted on him around the script.

The shudder he lets out is oh-so worth it. You grin, and he groans, half-lidded eyes expressing his growing frustration. Puts his head back, and it thumps the wall a little. You laugh and bring a hand to the back of his head and thread your fingers into your boyfriend's fluffy hair.

"What was it you were begging for?" You ask, playing dumb, before repeating his words earlier as you coo at him.

He loves and hates this game. Right now teetering towards the loathing side.

"I'm fucking horny. Your fault." Jisung snaps with a huff. He squeezes the back of your knee as if to accentuate his annoyance.

You easily straddle his lap, not giving him the satisfaction of sitting in it quite yet.

You smile, "Oh... that. Yeah, could tell." Your hand slides down his abdomen, barely scratching at the waistband.

"What am I supposed to do about that?"

"Take 'em off me, baby. Get me naked." He grumbles, demanding. Too bad you're in love. Your pointer and middle dip under them to tug them down. You pull them right off, too, like he demanded, so he's free to kick his legs however he pleases.

You straddle him once more, hands planted on those shoulders. Oh.. you're dizzy with arousal again. You'll never tire of this view.

"Sorry. I really don't mean to tease. You're so fucking hot, I can't think straight." You confess next to his ear, voice low and bashful.

"I know baby, I know, oh, God, what do you even do to me? I feel crazy. You make me so desperate." Jisung ducks his head into your neck.

You know. You're the same way. You can't even form words to respond. Desire strikes you dumbfounded.

"Let me feel you. Please? Lemme feel you on me—"

His sentence dissolves into babbling as you press yourself to him, chest to chest, your core situated over his pelvis. You're not exactly sure when you lost your top, and by forgoing a bra tonight, you're left only in your underwear. Jisung's already pressing on your lower back instantaneously, as if to beg for closer, nearer, more.

When your hands tangle in his hair again as your tongue slides into his mouth, his eyes roll into the back of his head. Ever the reactive lover.

"Sit on my face. My baby, please." He's an animal when your eyes open to meet his, and you can't say no to a look so lascivious. You're going to be eaten alive one way or another. His breathless voice is husky now. You don't know if you even register that you're nodding before he's sliding down to lay flat on the mattress below you. His shoulders knocking your thighs forces them wider and you're nudged forward, right over his face, your hands reaching for the headboard.

He grumbles, then huffs and grabs your behind to stuff his face full of you. You squeak, and you feel him reach up and pull your underwear to the side so roughly that the fabric sounds like it tears. Instantaneously he's licking up into you and pressing your thighs down harder to get your pussy in his mouth.

No sound comes out of you, a hand has risen to cover your mouth, but Jisung is undeterred. Quickly eating up every bit you have to give him and gently finding a rhythm to have you falling apart. He knows by now that to get you there faster, he has to start slow.

It doesn't take very long though, regardless. Not in this position, and not with his hot mouth unrelenting on your cunt, your swollen clit pulsing. You unconsciously reach for his hair, something to grip onto. You know he gets even harder when you're loud, so you try not to cover your mouth as you cum.

You try and sit up from your seat on his face, but he pulls you right back. "Let me eat it, baby. Almost done, yeah?" He mumbles, and his tongue dips inside you again. Your brain fizzes out.

The next time you're moving, it's climbing off him.

"Your turn, make room." You tell him, and he shimmies up the bed to make a space for you. He's rock hard, of course he is, he has been for a while now. Your finger slides over his cock first, starting at the tip and trailing down the shaft. He just covers his face with his arm, and you pinch his thigh for that.

"Can I make you cum down my throat? Or d'you wanna save it?" You ask.

His cheeks visibly burn up from that. It's a cute reaction that makes you cock your head to the side, waiting for his reply. "U-uh, um, either, just.. please make me cum." He squeezes his eyes shut to answer.

You stroke him a little, not too much because he's waited already. Put up with a lot.

You suck at the tip to start, then lax your jaw and take his cock deep as you can. You're much better at it than when you first started, all confidence no follow through. Now you can do it without much of a hiccup.

He fucks up into your mouth every so often, and he loves it this way. Your gags, the wet sounds, the drool slipping and sliding down his shaft and pooling at the base of his cock. He feels guilty, though, even if deep-throating does usually make him cum real hard.

"I'm close, mama. Aaah! 'm gonna- cum! Hey, wait," He taps you to come off of him, so you do, although you take your time sliding off and bringing breaths back in your lungs with sticky spit and pearly pre-cum on your chin. You wipe it with your fingers and slip them between your legs. You stand to slide your underwear off.

Seeing Jisung like this; on the edge; feels like sneaking into heaven as a sinner. So disheveled, hair fucked up and curling up at the base of his neck from sweating. His tattoo glistens even under the dim lighting of the room, catching your eye every time. Blessed. That's how it feels to be like this, with him, your eyes feasting upon his erotic, orgasmic, blissful expression and posture. He's slumped over, breathing heavy, and you can see the purple marks on his shoulders. It fills you with intense satisfaction, the image of claiming him as yours. Pride burns hot from the bottom of your ribs, and it's delightful.

Jisung is lost for words, but there's no need for them right now. He grabs at the backs of your thighs and you're swept easily into his embrace. You both gasp when his aching sex taps against your clit and sits snug, albeit twitchy, against your cunt as you maintain eye contact. You kiss, and you're both so floaty that everything is sensational and dreamlike. He ruts against you like that, and it's all gaspy, hypersensitive, and it is unbelievable how in ecstasy you feel. Above the clouds.

You're kissing and breathing in each other's mouths, and you slide against him just as tenderly as he had against you and he's gone, then. You watch, and feel as his body trembles under you, his mouth fallen open as shuddery, earth-shattering exhales crash through him in waves, like he's had the wind knocked from him.

His eyes are open but irises lagging, slowly coming back into focus and he's blinking again. An inhale comes, and then they're coming back all at once.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders again. It's funny how quickly sexual appetite can be satiated and you can immediately switch back to your other senses. Ones you forgot about in those moments, when you're consumed by it.

"Jisungie?" You call his name, and your hand slides over his shoulder-blade and you rub your palm soothingly in circles there.

He hums. You say nothing, and the faintest of kisses is pressed to the side of his neck.

"I love you, too." He says. He hadn't said it back earlier. His head was so dizzy.

You nuzzle your nose into his neck. "I like your tattoo."

He smiles, you know it without looking, "I'm glad."

"Next time, we can get ones together?" You ask.

He pets your hair, humming in agreement. "Of course, my angel."

have you heard Seungmin covering Stitches by Shawn Mendes???

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐨 𝐈𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 - Seungmin x FEM!Reader

cw: some cunty and kinky shit, very hard sex, best friends to lovers, very possessive and hard dom seungmin with a sweet trait (im sorry i love my minnie), bratty reader, you are really a whore, stripper reader, mention of alchool and jealousy, handcuff

sw: hair pulling, pinv, cunnilingus, oral (M! receving), orgasm denial, multiple orgasm, scratching, biting, marking, bit of blood cuz seungmin is very kinky bastard MDNI!

wc: 7k

synopsis: Financially, you are not doing well. In addition to your part-time job, you attend some clubs in the evenings in order to earn a little more money. You do not mind showing off, as you love receiving compliments from men and finding new partners with whom to engage in sexual intercourse in order to satisfy your sexual frustrations. Your closest friend, Seungmin, is unaware of these circumstances. Given his protective nature, it is likely that he would take extreme measures to protect you. One unexpected outcome of the situation is that the individual in question has become a possessive dominant. He unintentionally discovers the extent of your job. This results in a particularly harsh fuck between the two, during which he is merciless. Your initial perception of him was that of a kind and gentle individual. However, upon further reflection, it becomes evident that he is, in fact, a complex and intriguing character. His actions and demeanor often elicit a strong emotional response, including feelings of intense arousal and even physical sensations such as bleeding.

a/n: hiii, I'm writing this since the chanel event! I'm sorry if i take request so sloowly but it's exam ses. now! Hope you will like this, i had fun writing it 🫶🏻🩷 made especially for this cutie @chrizzztopherbang

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Another day at one of your many jobs. Lately you have been having financial problems. These included paying for university fees, rent, food, bills and other necessities. To supplement your income, you have been working four different jobs: bartending, librarian, after-school care every other day, and nightclub work every night. Your friends were unaware of this aspect of your life, as it caused you considerable embarrassment to discuss it. However, you did not feel uncomfortable about it. The practice of tipping for extra services was beneficial, although not all men were comfortable with it. Some men were able to satisfy the sexual frustrations of the women with whom they engaged in such activities. At this point, you were in the midst of a professional endeavour, helping high school students to improve their GPAs. It is remarkable that these students held you in such high esteem. Despite the exhaustion that inevitably accompanied the work, you found great satisfaction in your role. As you corrected the maths exercises of the esteemed Hana, an Anglo-Korean girl whom you held in high esteem and who always presented you with exquisite drawings, you contemplated the future once you had completed your current task.

At nine o'clock in the evening you were expected at one of the clubs in the city centre for your usual performance. In addition to the attractive salary, this job had another important advantage: you had always been passionate about dancing, and this was the closest thing you had to it. However, you had been forced to give up dancing for lack of time and money. After finishing the boys' homework and explaining some philosophical concepts and mathematical formulas, you retired to bed to get some rest. Fortunately, it was still six o'clock, allowing you to rest after an already exhausting day. You had studied in the morning, worked in the afternoon and now, in a few hours, you would resume your night work. The strange absence of your best friend's usual appearance or phone call had not yet occurred. At least he was fine. Seungmin was your best friend. He had two different personalities: during the day he was a polite and wealthy individual who showed considerable intelligence and respect; at night, when he was with his friends, he became a kind of Don Giovanni heartthrob. There is no denying that he had a certain appeal.

He was very protective of you and never allowed other men to interfere in your romantic life. As a result, he was the first to not know of your secret occupation. It is difficult to predict how he might have reacted, and it may have been for the best that he was not informed. If he ever discovered your secret, he would hunt down the men you were with one by one, and the outcome of that hunt was uncertain. He would then turn his attention to you, giving you a good-natured lecture and possibly resorting to other forms of intimidation. Your best friend was able to make him feel afraid, although you had learned this not from him but from Jisung, Seungmin's best friend, who had been caught having sex with his professor in Seungmin's car. You still remember his displeased behaviour and you were reluctant to provoke him further.

However, your premature declaration of triumph was premature, for he had not telephoned, but had arrived at your home just as you were about to fall into a deep sleep. The most disturbing aspect of the situation was the fact that you had given him the keys to your home, as he had been your closest friend for several years. So there was no need for you to get up and open the door for him, as he suddenly walked into your room in his gym clothes. This was somewhat unexpected, as he had previously expressed no interest in going to the gym. He himself noticed your puzzled expression at his unusual post-gym attire and appearance. "Good afternoon! Don't look at me with such disdain, Changbin Hyung is forcing Jisung, Felix and me to work out with him because he says we're too skinny," and you were overcome with laughter. The aforementioned were remarkably thin, consisting of two adorable little men with minimal musculature. They looked like little fairies, including Changbin, who seemed to have exaggerated musculature. Seungmin was considerably taller than the others and had broad shoulders. The image of him working out with them was quite funny.

"It's funny to consider the prospect of you working out with them. It is equally amusing to consider the prospect of you doing any kind of training at all, considering your past dislike of training," you concluded, making yourself comfortable and making room for your friend to sit next to you on the bed. He gave you a friendly pat on the arm and pouted in a way that was both endearing and characteristic of him. You had coined the term "Seungballons" to describe this particular pout, as it resembled a balloon. Furthermore, the addition of a pout in the form of a kiss would invariably render one unconscious. You found this behaviour endearing, and it prompted you to engage in a reciprocal act of affection by kissing him on the cheeks. "Ugh, in the end I have to admit that it is not without merit. It is a long-standing affair that is difficult to notice because of my tendency to wear baggy clothes. However, I have gained a considerable amount of muscle mass. Look." He said as he lifted the shirts he was wearing, causing you to be quite shocked because, yes, your friend had two pecs and a well-developed six-pack. His physical appearance provoked a strong emotional response, but he was your closest friend and you were unable to entertain such thoughts.

"You must tell Changbin that he has done an excellent job with you," you swallowed, made a feigned smile and drank some water, trying to erase the image of your best friend's partially naked body from your mind - although you did not mind. "I will, and I am grateful to you, my dear . Although we're going to a club tomorrow night; would you like to come?" he asked. You froze, considering the possibility of being caught. However, they did not usually frequent such places, so you had some protection if your luck did not turn against you. "I would like to tell you that I am unable to attend. I have a full day's work and then I have to prepare for an upcoming exam. Nevertheless, I would be interested to know where you are going, if I may ask." "I am not sure. Binnie Hyung informed us that he had discovered a new place and we were curious to know more about it," Seungmin said thoughtfully, and you felt a sense of relief that you still had the opportunity to withdraw.

But you were not convinced by your friend's desperate expression; you suspected he was hiding something. "Are you okay, Min?" you asked as you adjusted his bangs. "Yes, and I am worried about the taste of some of my hyungs, to be honest," he replied, leading you onto the bed and initiating a bout of tickling. That afternoon, your thoughts were not on the information your friend had given you. Instead, you found yourself contemplating his toned, naked chest. You had not anticipated his physical attractiveness, especially given his previous behaviour. You had grown accustomed to his puppy-dog appearance, with its endearingly youthful features.

So you did not consider the possibility that he might have been working out.

It was obvious that the ensemble suited him. Seungmin already had broad shoulders and one of your vices was to lean on them when watching a film or going out. It was a habit you had developed, but it was not a common occurrence. "Please don't change the subject. I'm curious about Changbin's tastes."

You giggled and pulled yourself together again. Seungmin was no innocent, so he blushed slightly.

His former partners had confirmed this to you, as they had discussed his sexual performance in great detail. However, he was ashamed to discuss certain topics in public or with you, as you were his best friend. He saw you as an innocent girl, which you were not. "Let's say he has a taste for strippers and nightclubs. That is all I am saying, and I am aware that it is a rather embarrassing subject".

He finished by running his hand over his face, making you chuckle.

"As if you had never seen a woman without her clothes on." You made the claim. In fact, he had observed numerous instances of female nudity, including those of his romantic partners.

"Yes, but I was with them. I am not like Hyung who has adventures with women who lap dance for him in night clubs". Had he been aware of this, he would have realised that this is exactly what you do for a living. "You have never considered fucking a woman you are not romantically involved with and who is not your girlfriend?" you inquired as you began to manipulate the fabric of his suit. "No, I'm... shy," he replied, biting his lip. He was looked at with a certain amount of disbelief.

" You! are shy?" you asked, looking at him with an expression that even he, as your closest friend, could not interpret. "Yes, I am," he replied, grimacing and then playfully pushing you. "You're really weird, Kim Seungmin," you pushed him back and then initiated a tickling session, blushing as you felt how well trained and sculpted he was under your touch. It was not the first time you had touched a well-trained chest, but Seungmin's did something to you. Maybe it was because he was your closest friend, or maybe it was because he was different from the others you had met, or maybe it was because you were used to seeing him consistently and exclusively as a thin individual with broad shoulders.

It can be argued that, without meaning to, you became preoccupied with fantasies about Seungmin to an extent that was inappropriate. Not only had you been friends for years, but he was one of your closest friends. Although you found it difficult to erase certain images of him from your mind, you felt guilty about thinking about him in a certain way. It is also worth noting that your nighttime occupation presented certain challenges. It would be highly undesirable for any of your friends, especially Seungmin, to become aware of your nighttime activities. On reflection, Seungmin had mentioned visiting a nightclub. If he were to find you on duty at one of the clubs where you were a regular, your situation would be untenable. It is unclear how Seungmin perceived you, but it is unlikely that he saw you as a dancer in one of the clubs that your best friend's best friend appreciated.

He suddenly asked what he should wear, causing you to look at him with a certain amount of concern. Your best friend was known for his occasional eccentricities. "Excuse me, but do I look like an expert on nightclubs to you?" you inquired, your tone betraying a certain concern. "No, but as a woman you might have the knowledge to dress me in a manner that would impress," he replied, almost shyly, though his demeanour betrayed his true feelings. "So my dear Min wants to impress a girl?" you inquired, playfully pinching his cheek as you laughed. He looked at you with a look of displeasure. "I am a man and I have not fucked for several months. I have certain... needs. By the way, it is undoubtedly a challenge for me to refrain from emotional connection during fucks. However, I cannot resist certain urges. Perhaps at the end of the night I can get a positive response from someone," he said in a low voice, his hands covering his face. "Are you really saying that you want to fuck while being all shy, Kim Seungmin?" You laughed in his face for the umpteenth time. "What do you want? It seems like you haven't fucked for a long time." He tousled your hair, but watching your expression closely, he returned it with a confused one, to say the least.

The problem was that you lacked the ability to lie effectively, especially in the context of deceiving him. As a result, you often displayed peculiar facial expressions that he was able to read with remarkable clarity. "Oh my God, fuck! You fucked with someone and didn't tell me?" he asked, his expression showing more anger than offence. "That is not true. You are imagining these events," you replied, trying to maintain a neutral expression. "Yes, you did. You fucked and did not tell me about it. You know you cannot lie to me, Y/N," he said, biting his lip with an expression that was both serious and intense. The atmosphere had become noticeably more intense, with a palpable sense of unease and tension. You were in a compromising situation and had placed yourself in a vulnerable position. You could have been sure that you felt the first drops of perspiration forming on your face. However, you were forced to end the discussion before it got to the heart of the matter. The most expedient course of action was to acknowledge that it had happened, even if in a limited way. "It happened on a few occasions when I was drunk, but it was not a regular occurrence," you said, trying to give a concise account. Nevertheless, he was not inclined to inquire about the incident in question.

"Only a few times when you were drunk? Are you crazy? What if something had happened to you?" There was the protective Seungmin you wanted to avoid. You were grateful for his concern and lack of complaints, but sometimes it became unbearable. "Still, it didn't happen. I am mature enough to understand the consequences of my actions, Seungmin," you said, pointing at him with your finger as if to admonish him. "Yes, I am aware of that, but I am concerned for your well-being," he said, grabbing your arm and then taking a bite. It could be described as a unique form of affection with which he expressed his apology to you. "I am aware, Seung, but don't worry, I am fully aware of my actions," you smiled at him, taking his face in your hand and planting a kiss on his forehead. "You should return home, as you are in a rather foul state, Mr Gym," you playfully admonished him, giving him a light tap on the shoulder before he left your domicile.

The working day was going to be quite long.

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You were deeply distressed and felt considerable discomfort throughout your body. At work the night before, you were forced to work an extended overtime shift (for which you were paid only half the normal rate). This resulted in a complex set of experiences, including physical pain and a significant financial reward. You were required to have sexual intercourse with two people, a task which you found unpleasant, particularly given the lack of arousal involved. However, the remuneration was satisfactory and you did not express any significant dissatisfaction. You were aware that the nature of the work was inequitable, but you found it necessary and occasionally used it as a means of satisfying certain desires. Fortunately, you had acquired the ability to fake an orgasm, which you used on some occasions, such as yesterday. At that time you were lying in bed, surrounded by books for your upcoming exam, and in a few hours you would have to go to work in the morning.

That night, despite your best efforts, you had to go to a club in the city centre. You had completely forgotten that Changbin was going to take Seungmin and the others to a club in the city centre, which could very well have been the one you were on duty at that night. However, you had not considered this possibility and your mind was so preoccupied that it kept slipping away. So you prepared discreetly for your exam, unaware that that night was the perfect opportunity for you to meet your closest friend, who was likely to be visibly distressed. You were due to perform your duties that afternoon and hoped that the number of customers would be relatively small, given your limited mobility.

The mere anticipation of returning to work that night caused a deep sense of anxiety. You hoped that no one would ask for private shows or other activities that you sometimes found unpleasant. The only desire was to rest and wake in a pool of wealth. You rose listlessly to prepare your lunch. It was not possible to combine work and rest in this way, so you had to take painkillers and vitamins.

You then found yourself preparing and serving smoothies and ice creams in your favourite café. Your day went on as usual. What you did not anticipate was the presence of your closest friend at the table you were to serve. One might ask whether you should not have been preparing for your evening activities. One is tempted to inquire about the nature of their joint venture in a café a few hours before their nightclubbing. They expressed their displeasure at the proprietor's suggestion that they should hurry to serve the aforementioned table, and furthermore, they could not avoid the situation, as Seungmin was aware that this was a table assigned to you, and sat there consistently with the intention of being served.

After a long period of contemplation, you approached them. "Good evening, shouldn't you be getting ready for your clubbing night?" you said, your tone sarcastic. Your friend smiled at you and pinched your side. You wanted to run away. "Jisung is unable to consume alcohol unless he has had a meal or smoothie beforehand," Felix informed him, drawing a scornful look from him. "It is not recommended to consume alcohol on an empty stomach." The boy explained that alcohol is absorbed more quickly into the bloodstream and the effects of intoxication are more pronounced. "Isn't that the point of going to nightclubs? And who told you this? Your respected professor?" the older boy asked jokingly. They looked at each other with a strange expression and Seungmin continued to explain the matter: Jisung had a somewhat unconventional relationship with one of his university professors, characterised by frequent flirting. "I have to respectfully disagree. Minho is a very good professor," he replied, blushing. Her expression was unmistakable. "You're calling him by his first name now, too," he observed, causing a general outburst of mirth, especially the adorable blush on Jisung's chubby cheeks.

"So what can I get for you?" you inquired, interrupting the conversation to take their orders and get out of your friend's company. You were particularly keen to avoid the question from your friend, who would undoubtedly invite you to the evening's event.

You had only been there a few minutes when you noticed Seungmin casting furtive glances in your direction and his friends teasing him about something you did not understand. Unbeknownst to you, they were teasing him about the fleeting glances he was sending your way. "Seungmin, did you notice that you are eating her with your eyes?" inquired Felix, appropriating the cherry from his milkshake. "That's not right," he replied, taking a sip from his glass. "Indeed it is. One might suggest that you ask her out," the blonde continued. "That would be an unusual and somewhat awkward situation, and then I believe she might be involved in a nocturnal affair, or perhaps even a series of them," he said, lowering his head. "And you are jealous! "Which leads to the question if this is what you want to do tonight," Changbin inquired. "Be silent. It is possible that I am indeed jealous. "

The observed behaviour was merely the incessant movement of lips in an attempt to escape the source of discomfort as quickly as possible. Fortunately, twenty minutes later the group left and Seungmin offered you a quick kiss on the cheek. This sparked further merriment among his small group of friends, causing you to become increasingly suspicious. Your only concern was to avoid running into them at the nightclub where you were working that night. This had been your intention since yesterday, since your closest friend had informed you of it. Your anxiety about this matter was greater than your concern about your inability to dance effectively due to the discomfort of the previous night.

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In the midst of your preparations for the upcoming show, you were forced to change your clothes in a hurry. Fortunately, you had already finished your make-up. The evening dress was of a revealing nature and the dancing was expected to be energetic. It was hoped that the wearer would not feel uncomfortable. Your colleague entered your dressing room and informed you that you were about to perform, so you began your usual stage performance for adolescent and middle-aged males.

The only people missing were those you expected to see at the club. The only discernible difference was that they were watching you, watching you with particular interest, especially your closest friend, who opened his eyes wide as he consumed no less than two shots in the space of three minutes. "What is she doing there?" he asked, clenching his fists as he fixed his gaze on you. "I'm sure there must be an explanation, and maybe she didn't tell you because she didn't want you to worry," Jisung said, grabbing his shoulders behind Changbin as Seungmin seemed on the verge of exploding. "She's undeniably attractive," the shorter one remarked, drawing a withering look from the younger one. "Hyung, I strongly recommend you not to make any advances towards her. It is already difficult enough for me not to pick her up from the stage, but I assure you that as soon as she goes to the dressing room, I will not let her get away from me." He downed another shot of vodka.

It is unfortunate that at the end of your nightly performance, another person followed you into the dressing room and you failed to notice the presence of Seungmin, who was standing directly behind you and had suddenly issued a silent threat. The incident was so severe that when you turned around you suffered a stroke and lost the ability to speak. Your situation was indeed very screwed up. "Seungmin, I can..." you were abruptly interrupted and led to your dressing room where he sat you down at your personal table. His gaze was one of intense desire, imbued with the combined effects of alcohol and rage. You had never seen him in such a state. "Explain? What exactly do you want to explain to me? Explain how you sold your body without ever telling me?" He said, grabbing your waist. That should not have aroused you.

"I have economic problems and this is the only job that offers a satisfactory salary," you said in your defence. "I am indifferent to the matter. I could have helped". You are my property, OK? No one is allowed to touch you, Y/N". He then kissed you with considerable passion and force. This was a source of considerable distress for you, as it was different from your expectations of the situation. Although you experienced a degree of pleasure, the situation remained somewhat unusual. His hands were of considerable size and appeared to be a suitable instrument for caressing. "Why not? Who decided that I belong to you?" you inquired in a teasing manner. At this point the situation became increasingly amusing for you as well. "I must now erase the memory of this unclean contact before I had the opportunity to do so," he whispered into your ear before reaching down into the hollow of your neck and allowing you to ingest the substance. "Seungmin, my legs are tired. I am unable to walk," you informed him, indicating your own limitations. "There are numerous other ways to satisfy our mutual desires, and we will address this particular issue at a later time." Furthermore, I am. While I wish to destroy you, I would never take advantage of a woman in this state. Remarkably, he remained in character as the usual Seungmin knight.

"What are you going to do in my dressing room?" you asked, watching as he bent down between your thighs and pulled off the suit you had worn for the evening. "I am not sure. I have a craving, if I may be so bold as to say." He smiled. This young man you had previously considered a potential threat to your sanity. He found your body aesthetically pleasing. He began another insatiable and passionate kiss. His hands descended in a sweeping motion, tracing a path down your body, cupping your thighs and gradually rising to your buttocks, which he gripped firmly in a vice-like grip. "Your beauty is such that it is unconscionable to wait any longer. I want you and I want to play a little," Seungmin said with a sneer in his voice. Then he moved you to the small sofa with the instruction to straddle his body. He proceeded to kiss your neck, leaving a series of marks. It was inevitable that he would bite you, it was apparently a habit of his. You had learnt it from his exes. He would bite you to let you know he owned you, bite you until you bled, and lick the mess he made. This aroused you considerably. He smiled, indicating that he understood. You were in a state where he could do as he pleased. No other person had ever made you feel such intense arousal.

"Look at you, you are ready for me to do anything I want to you." He was not aware of this either.

The young man moved closer to you, initiating another passionate kiss as he cupped your neck with one hand and used the other to caress your intimacy. The movements were slow at first, but soon accelerated as your best friend removed your panties and quickly stroked your clit. When he became tired, he began a long series of kisses on your inner thighs. He then grabbed your thighs and brought them up to his shoulders. He then began to leave kisses on your vagina. "Please don't wait any longer," you said and Seungmin laughed and then began to lick your cunt in a long slow motion. He cupped your ass as he massaged it. You had been waiting for this moment ever since he had put his thin, large hands on your waist the day before.

"Seungmin, please..." you almost begged him before arching your back in a series of involuntary gasps, clinging to the back of the sofa as best you could. You looked at him, pressing harder against his face, wanting more and more. He laughed as he watched the reactions he was provoking in you with each touch, which only served to increase his desire to possess you. He grinned as he continued what he had begun. His hands were firmly harpooned in your bottom and thanks to the pleasure you were experiencing, you had thrown your head back. He laughed again as his tongue continued its work. He found the taste of you on his taste buds particularly delicious, sending him into a state of intense pleasure. He was deeply and passionately in love with you, with every aspect of your being. His nose came into contact with your pubic hair as a result of the depth of penetration achieved with his tongue. He was enjoying himself to a considerable degree, as evidenced by your moans and the pulling of strands of his hair. Seungmin was not uncomfortable with this aspect of your behaviour, in fact he found it erotic in a special way. He smiled as his tongue explored your orifice in slow, circular movements designed to bring you to a state of ecstasy. Seungmin silently enjoyed the experience. His only goal was to ensure your pleasure. His hands moved to the sides of your thighs, which he slapped hard. He took pleasure in leaving his marks, but he would never do anything to harm you; he worshipped you.

Then his hands moved in a circular motion, grasping your thighs and placing them on your shoulders. His mouth, which had previously been in contact with your clit, moved to sink his teeth into your inner thigh. He took pleasure in leaving his marks on you. No one was allowed to touch his woman; you were his and his alone. You were his. A pocket knife emerged from his boot, the purpose of which was unclear. However, before this could be determined, he took your labia majora between his teeth and pulled them towards him, pressing them against his mouth in order to suck your clitoris. This was done in a manner reminiscent of sucking a straw. He then drew a thin line with the blade of the penknife, leaving a streak of blood, all the way to your mound. This brought you to a state of considerable arousal. He withdrew from your vulva, reached up to begin his work, and began to lick the warm, crimson liquid that was slowly oozing from the wound. In addition, the moans of pain and pleasure you gave him drove him to a state of unprecedented ecstasy. The sensation of your mouth alone was more fulfilling than any other experience. He continued to suck on the blood dripping from the wound, causing further lesions on his breasts, around his nipples, in his groin and near his navel. This only accelerated his orgasm. Furthermore, when he inserted two fingers into your mouth, which was already open, he continued to stimulate your tongue. "Look at you... my submissive slut," he said, smiling.

He sneered as he took your face between his fingers. The picture showed you in a blood-soaked state. After a short interval, he withdrew his fingers and proceeded to stimulate your orifice by alternately inserting and withdrawing his digit. This was done in such a way as to create a deep sense of arousal. Seungmin was fascinated by the prospect of fucking you at that moment. "What is your desire, my princess?" "Not that you can do much in this state," he said, laughing, referring to his fingers inside you. "I want to touch you," you whispered, your voice hoarse from the constant moaning. "You can do better than that," he winked, then pulled away and sat you down on your side, then stood up, took off his trousers and sat down beside you. You stood frozen for a moment at the sight of his length; he was tall and compact. You had never seen one like it before.

"I see you are happy with it, Princess," he said, bringing your face close to his. You had fully perceived what he was trying to achieve. You were fully aware of his intentions. You were incapable of uttering any further words, as if his imposing stature had put you in a state of trance. He then proceeded to rub the head of his member against your lips in what appeared to be a teasing manner. It was not difficult for you to open your lips and make contact with the glans. You then proceeded to suck on the tip and then ran your tongue along the entire circumference and veins. You stimulated the testicles with your hands, causing him to moan hoarsely. As you continued to insert him fully into your mouth until you reached the uvula, you let out a moan that caused his member to tremble. This elicited a high-pitched moan from him.

"Fuck, baby like that." He explained that by grabbing your hair and then fucking your mouth, you were sure that you would come again if he continued.Indeed, your assumption proved to be correct.

That is exactly what happened.

"Fuck Y/N, I'm coming, take it off," he said, removing his hand from your hair. But you had no intention of removing your mouth. You grabbed his thighs and thrust his member deep into your throat, causing him to release inside you with a long, audible moan. You swallowed, licked your lips and looked at him. "You are incomprehensibly unaware of the effect you have on me," he winked. "I can, however, inform you of the effect you have on me." You giggled, then reached up to his ear and planted a kiss beneath it. "You have brought me to another orgasm," you said with a hint of mockery.

"Now, if it pleases you, I would be grateful for a date and to clean you up," he smiled as he led you to your private bathroom. "I would be most honoured, sir," you replied, laughing. It was not the ending you had expected.

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The experience of being discovered by Seungmin during a night shift would not be on any normal person's bucket list. However, the incident led to a change in your life. Seungmin had persuaded you to quit your job at a nightclub because he was concerned about your welfare and did not want you to be used as a mere object by men. Among other things, he had offered to support you financially until you found suitable alternative employment. He helped you to find a job that offered a comparable income and was adamant that it did not involve the exploitation of your body for sexual gratification. Although you were initially reluctant, given your long-standing opposition to his financial support, you eventually agreed.

The unexpected meeting also took place. He had invited you shortly after your encounter in the dressing room while he was discreetly cleaning up the mess. To be honest, you had never considered Seungmin as a potential romantic partner. However, your perspective had gradually changed over time. Back then, his friends, who were also your friends, had informed you that he had been casting furtive glances at you and had developed an interest in you. This confused you at first, but you eventually got used to it. You also had to prepare mentally for the meeting.

You did not deny that you were a little apprehensive; you were unsure of the destination he had in mind for this evening. He had instructed you to dress in a way that was both comfortable and tasteful, but your anxiety was growing. After a long shower, you began to look through your wardrobe, but it was difficult to choose an outfit without knowing where you were going. In the end, however, you chose a relatively simple ensemble consisting of a black ruffled skirt, not too short, and a top of the same colour that left your shoulders bare and had a boat neckline. You wore your beloved wedges. If you had to choose between them and heels, based on what Seungmin had told you about elegance and comfort, you would have chosen the latter. Your make-up was minimal, your hair was wavy and fell to your shoulders, your necklace was tightly fastened around your neck and all your jewellery was in its proper place. You completed your ensemble with a fruity and very sugary perfume before heading into the living room to wait for your no longer best friend.

Seungmin arrived shortly afterwards with a large bouquet of roses, in keeping with his reputation as a gallant man. You smiled as you remembered that he had not been in bed with you, especially after the knife performance. He said, "For you, my princess," and then kissed you on the lips. The anticipation of the evening's events had been palpable, yet the simplicity of the act itself evoked a deep sense of emotional resonance. The culmination of this experience was the tender kiss beneath the earlobe, accompanied by the words, "I hope you are well prepared as we have a long night ahead of us".

It was your firm belief that if he had continued to talk to you like this throughout the evening, you would have been so aroused that you would have removed your underwear, even if there had been no physical contact. In fact, you sighed before placing the roses in a vase of water and accompanying him to the car. It was a revelation to you that the vehicle in question was of considerable size. It was also admitted that Seungmin looked particularly handsome that night. He was wearing a black tank top and loose black trousers. His appearance was complemented by a leather jacket and jewellery. His footwear consisted of half-heeled ankle boots, which were as black as the rest of his outfit. His hair was lightly gelled and curly. He was a man of considerable qualities and attributes. You licked your lips and he watched, giving you the opportunity to do so. It was inevitable that he would drive you out of your mind as soon as he could.

There was no denying that the car ride had contributed to the evening's events. He held your thigh firmly in his hand and massaged your skin, occasionally reaching under the fabric of your skirt. He was aware that this was having a positive effect on you and you were similarly pleased by the experience. He felt a sense of predatory intent, like a predator with a vulnerable prey in his grasp.

The evening was going well. He had taken you to a modest restaurant at an elevated location, and you had enjoyed a sumptuous meat dish accompanied by an excellent wine. It was obvious that he had not missed the opportunity to cast certain glances at you as he sipped the vin rouge in his glass. He continued to look at you in an increasingly intimidating manner. The conversation went well and you had always enjoyed his company. The topics were varied and engaging, even when a situation had developed between you that couldn't be defined with a specific term. However, it seemed that Seungmin had anticipated your thoughts, as he initiated a discussion on the matter. "Considering that this is a full-fledged date, I would like to suggest that we raise the status of our relationship to boyfriend and girlfriend. I don't think there's any need for a proper dating, as I'm aware of your preferences," he said, raising his eyebrows as he took another sip of wine. "I agree, except for one thing: you do not know me well enough to have discovered my clandestine activities." You provoked him, knowing how the subject would arouse his jealousy. "I did not expect you to go so far." "I have always thought of you as my princess and hoped that you would eventually ask for my help." He wrinkled his nose. "Minie, it is important for me to be able to support myself. I am grateful for your help, but once I have secured employment, I would prefer you to stop helping me, okay?" you smiled with a pout in response.

Perhaps I should pay and we could go to my place?" he asked, smiling, before wiping his lips and getting to his feet. You did the same, but were stopped by him. He took your hand and kissed it before leading you to the exit. "This dinner is a date, and I am paying as usual. You are my friend and I will treat you properly," he said, making you blush. The gentleman in question displayed admirable behaviour and etiquette when dealing with women. He knew how to treat women with the respect and consideration they deserved. It is worth noting that in addition to the bedroom activities mentioned above, you had also gained an understanding of his somewhat eccentric behaviour outside the bedroom. You then waited outside the restaurant for him to return. He reappeared shortly afterwards, accompanied by a second bottle of red wine. "It was an excellent meal, and I have a plan for tonight. You'll see what I'm capable of, my dear," he said with a chuckle, then led you to the car and drove you both to his home.

To say that he did not even allow you the opportunity to survey the surroundings, despite your intimate familiarity with the house, was an understatement.

He immediately picked you up and carried you to his bed.

He then disappeared, returning with two goblets of wine.That night will remain indelibly etched in your memory.You watched as Seungmin took off his jacket and black shirt, leaving the vision to his well defined abs and the glittering necklace he was wearing.As you watched him take a sip of wine after almost completely undressing, you had to admit that his actions made your entire body tremble. Your panties were now soaked. "Now, Princess, undress for me," he said, grinning and licking his lips.He then lay on the bed with one hand behind his head and the other holding the goblet.

By this time the positions had been reversed, with the man on the bed watching your every move while you knelt in front of him, removing each piece of clothing until you were completely naked in front of him.

"How beautiful, come closer," he murmured. You approached him on all fours, the naked intimacy of your body matching his, still fully clothed. He watched you for a long time, as if to etch your image into his memory. You smiled and shivered as he began a gentle caress of your form. He caressed your cheek, shoulder and breasts in that order. He then moved to the other breast with his free hand, having previously placed the cup on the table. He began to massage it at a slow and deliberate pace, appreciating the texture of your skin. He then teased your nipple with his fingers, before pouncing on it with his lips and doing the same to the other. One hand, which had previously been at the back of your neck, now moved to your waist, where it began to caress it. His touch was so seductively overpowering that it left you breathless. He applied pressure to your hip as his lips played with your breasts. He then moved to your shoulders, biting and branding them. Your hands were clenched in his shoulders, scratching them lightly as you rubbed your vulva against the covered flap of his trousers. "Wait a moment, I want to feel you on me," he whispered in your ear.

He separated your bodies for a brief moment, then proceeded to undress you completely, allowing your intimacies to collide. "How about riding me?" he asked, smiling and winking. Your lips parted in surprise at the mere suggestion. It was highly unlikely that you would have survived the night. Seungmin was like a mermaid whose enchanting song was meant to captivate and enchant. You swallowed and then nodded in agreement. You applied gentle pressure to the head of his penis between your labia, causing you to pant and eliciting a moan from the Major. He had brought one arm back behind your head while the other held you tightly against him, increasing the contact. You lowered yourself completely onto him, allowing him to enter and fuck you completely, which he did with considerable force. Your moans mingled, accompanied by a soft exclamation of "Fuck!" from him. "Your cunt is both tight and warm, which feels very good. You should start to move," he instructed, and you complied. Normally such an act would have been abhorrent to you, but with him it was all so natural.

As he stroked your hips, you had begun to move at a slower pace. It was a sensation you had never experienced with any other partner. It was as if Seungmin had an innate understanding of the exact places and techniques needed to touch you. Your movements became faster and faster and your nails were driven into his back. "Min, I'm coming. I can feel it. My thighs are burning. Please, speed up!" You were on the verge. "No, not yet," you grunted, then changed positions. You vocalised your displeasure as he withdrew from your embrace, feeling a sense of emptiness. At this point you were positioned beneath him as he continued to penetrate you, his imposing frame towering over you.

You were sure that an orgasm was imminent, given his position on top of you as he thrust vigorously into you. However, he seemed to disagree, indicating that he was not interested in facilitating an orgasm. He claimed that it was too early for such a reaction. So he withdrew from you, leaving you with an empty feeling. "Please, Seung, I can no longer stand it," you begged him. Only after he had pushed you with an animal force did he give you permission to come. "Your warmth and tightness are so arousing...come for me," he whispered, allowing you to release yourself around him. He informed you that they had not yet reached the end of the act. He then turned you over on your stomach and began to leave bites and marks on your back, tracing a trail of them all over your ass. He continued to lick and slap the area between your buttocks, causing you to moan. Despite this, you still had some residual sensitivity from the previous orgasm.

You were unable to speak as he sank back into you, twisting your hair in his grip and pulling it towards him as he thrust violently, abusing your cunt. You arched your back and rolled your eyes, no one had ever given you such intense pleasure. "Ah... Seungmin... please..." you moaned one last time before you came again. "Who gave you permission?" he demanded, thrusting at a surprisingly fast pace. It was relatively easy for you to reach your third orgasm in a row that night. "Seungmin, I'm about to..." The words were barely audible.

"Come with me," he groaned and then proceeded to ejaculate into you and you after him, now exhausted. "I will get you the necessary cleaning supplies," he murmured, then stroked your side and got a cloth soaked in warm, damp water to clean you. He then tied your hair into a braid and made you a cup of hot tea after dressing you in a pair of clean briefs and one of his shirts. "You look so lovely," you murmured, trying to relax on his chest. "It's the least I can do after making you come how many times?" he said, laughing as he pinched your side. "Three, but don't boast, sir," you gave him a tongue-lashing. "Do all gentlemen do it rough?" you burst out laughing.

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hidden lovers

★ pairing: idol bf!lee know x fem!reader

✦summary: Minho and you have this little game of dating in secret, but keep a completely opposite image for the rest of your friends.

♡ genre - warnings: smut, mean and soft dom minho, established relationship, enemies to lovers briefly written; fingering, mutual masturbation, edging, oral sex (f. rec.), cunnilingus, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names.

word count: 5k

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୧ ‧₊˚request by anon₊ ˚⊹♡ secretly dating minho w enemy plot yesyes<3

a/n: i hope u liked it 🍮 mwahmwah, i think lino has a puddin in the pic lmao so cute

divider by enchanthings

It was pouring rain outside, it was one of those rainy summer days when you really missed your boyfriend, you wanted to be in his arms watching a movie or spying through his cell phone whatever he was doing. But he was busy, he couldn’t visit you so often because he spent hours at the company, he arrived exhausted at his apartment which he shares with three other colleagues and friends; plus it was that season when coincidentally the rest of his seven co-workers and best friends were more glued to him since it was when they were hard at work on their new album, so being so close to them, they usually tend to be insistent and ask in detail what he does outside of work and Minho, your boyfriend, could not risk them finding out that there is something between you.

So, amidst the heavy rain, your perfect signal fell with it; Han Jisung, your brother and one of Minho’s closest friends sent you a message, asking you for help with household activities in his apartment, blackmailing you while reminding you that he was the one giving you money, since he’s rich and an extremely important pop star and claiming that it was one of those days when they didn’t go to the company and Chan took the opportunity to put the rest of them to clean their respective apartments. You honestly didn’t think much of it, going to your brother’s apartment would mean you would see Minho one way or another, despite living in different apartments, you were pretty sure you would be able to see him.

You thought it was strange that Minho didn’t tell you that he didn’t go to work today, you thought he must have been busy ordering Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin to clean their rooms like little kids since it was your boyfriend who was in charge of the place. So anyway, you decided not to tell him and see him as a surprise; you dressed up perfectly, you haven’t seen him for days except through facetime and you really missed the closeness and smell of your man nearby.

You left your apartment and headed to the building of your older brother and his other almost older brothers, Chan, Changbin and Hyunjin and sighed as you passed through the wide hallway, the famous hallway reserved for the eight of them, only two doors on each side of the hallway, the place where they lived, you sighed, because you knew that Minho was probably in his apartment.

You knocked on the door, where a very confused Chan opened it for you, wearing comfortable clothes, with his curls and his face totally free of any traces of makeup.

“Oh, hi, Y/N, I didn’t know you were coming.”

His confused countenance gradually softened into a smile. He was confused as Han had authorized your entrance all the way to his door without previously letting anyone know you were coming.

“Yeah, well neither did I...”

“Come on in, we’re just cleaning up a bit.”

“Yeah, I know, that’s just what Han calls me for, apparently.”

You walked in and even Chan couldn’t help but watch you as you walked by, smelling your perfume and getting slightly lost in your bare legs through your short dress; which you were wearing only for, who they consider, your enemy.

“Agh, my dear sister who’s going to help me do the laundry and dishes, how good you look, have you eaten yet?” said in a fake and dramatic tone your brother, greeting you with an exaggerated expression of excitement and hugging you, which he never does and was just overacting and being funny.

“Fuck you, Han” you answered him as a joke, you were really there just to see Minho and you were starting to get desperate, you wanted to run into his arms and kiss his nose exactly where he had his little freckle.

Han changed his expression to an annoyed one as soon as he pulled away from you after his brief hug, “Hey, watch your mouth, I’m older remember. Also, why are you wearing so much perfume, are you wearing makeup?”

“I can’t believe you brought your sister all the way here just to help you” Chan interjected.

“Hey, Y/N, nice to see you” interrupted Hyunjin as he came out of his room and walked around the apartment.

“Hi” you replied sweetly smiling at Hyunjin.

“She came to see me, it’s obvious” you heard Changbin suddenly say, who came out of the laundry room, approaching Han and you.

Changbin winked at you and gently grabbed your waist, flirting and teasing you, making Hyunjin laugh. But Han didn’t find it the least bit funny so he opened his big round eyes in shock, raising his eyebrows, ready to exclaim in his typical voice:

“Ya, are you out of your mind? Get your dirty hands off my sister or I’ll kill you.”

Chan laughed at Han’s reaction, who was also joking, since he fully trusted each of his friends and knew that they were just playing around, he knew that none of the men he lived with every day would touch you and Han had a strict rule of not trying anything with you, since you were the closest to them, all the time living with them, a rule which they all respected since at least four of them also had sisters and understood the seriousness of the situation... however it wasn’t quite like that, Minho was the one who dared to touch you and would fuck you every day if only you could be together all the time and, for the rest, Minho was really the last option in the list of people who would even have anything to do with you, since for them, you two are enemies and hate each other. Plus Han would never agree to you dating any of his friends, you were strictly forbidden and he reminded them of that every chance he got.

Changbin let out a guilty chuckle and walked away from you.

“Well, I was assigned to do the dishes and laundry, please help me, my room is a mess, I’ll clean that up. I’ll buy you five Chanel bags, I promise, please” spoke your brother, you rolled your eyes and walked towards the kitchen without answering him.

Hours later, the night came and you finished without a problem, you handed the freshly washed clothes to each of them, you left the boys’ kitchen spotless and went a little frustrated to your brother’s room to see what he was doing, he had finished cleaning too, tiredly you sat on his bed, each time losing hope of spontaneously seeing your boyfriend and surprising him, so you thought about going to the bathroom to send him a message, saying you were there and that if he had the rest of the night he should spend it with you, making a little drama by reproaching him for not telling you he would have the day off, supposedly, since you knew he might be cleaning.

“I’m thinking of buying another piece of furniture and putting it in...” started to tell you Han, pointing to a part of his room but you decided not to pay attention at all,

And suddenly a voice, a sound so familiar that it filled every part of your body with excitement, you heard in the distance the typical whine of your boyfriend, followed by his manly voice in a soft whine saying, “Agh, are you guys done already? I really didn’t want to clean up today, why did you guys finish so soon?”

Han opened his eyes in surprise and looked at you with a bit of fear, he also recognized perfectly well that it was Minho.

“Is that Minho?” you asked suddenly, hiding every excited particle of your body, your heart pounding as if you were a young girl about to see her crush.

“Oh no… if you want, I’ll get him out of here before he sees you” Han replied and before you even thought how to stop him he was already leaving his room.

You quickly stood up and went after him.

“Ah, Hannie, let’s go get some dinner and let’s all eat it in my apart...” spoke Minho cheerfully as he saw his friend coming out of the hallway but he didn’t finish the sentence as his world stopped as he saw you coming out behind him.

And there he was, Lee Minho, looking as handsome as ever, in comfortable clothes and a bare face, his hair looking soft and shiny black. You had to contain your joy, feeling him so far away but so close at the same time; as did Minho, who held back with all his might a smile from his lips at the sight of you, instead, his expression tightened completely, furrowing his thick eyebrows, his thin lips pursed a little, his big eyes sharpened if that was possible, looking at you contemptuously and an irremediable tension for the rest of the guys formed in the atmosphere, they all looked at each other complicitly, amused and slightly worried, Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin and Han, moving their eyeballs quickly as they noticed you and Minho were looking at each other.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” spat Minho annoyed.

His tone and demeanor gave you goosebumps, just as it made your pussy throb, it really turned you on to see him upset, he looked so hot, you ran your eyes along his bare arms with your gaze, you wanted his veiny hands on your neck but you had to maintain your sanity and be tough, acting your best role, as Minho’s enemy.

“Minho be nice...” Chan said softly.

“With... that-her, never. Oh, and I see why you guys finished early. That’s unfair, you have a fucking maid” said Minho again in annoyance.

“Minho...” your brother replied in his sternest tone and giving him a dirty look.

“Actually, let’s all eat at Minho’s, that sounds good” you finally spoke, walking and teasing your enemy.

“You can’t come into my apartment” Minho answered you, his eyes dark with desire as he saw how pretty you looked and it made him feel so good to know you were doing it for him.

You knew that look so well, so intimidating and wetting you in seconds; while for the rest it was a look of hatred and spite.

“I’m hungry, let’s eat” Changbin added, approaching you two and gently squeezing your forearms as he saw that you seemed to have a staring contest, “Come on, maybe you’re just mad because you’re hungry.”

The story of you and Minho really was funny, you truly used to be enemies and hated each other; Minho met you when you were younger, for him, back in his trainee years, and instantly thought of you as a spoiled brat who was given absolutely everything, your voice irritated him, the way you acted, everything. You both had such similar personalities that you just couldn’t manage to match each other... until years later, the big revelation fell on Minho with the intensity of a crash, he liked you, you were so cute all of sudden and he also suddenly fantasized about beating your ass to stopping you from being so badly behaved. Your start of romance was so fiery, as you were suddenly confused by his strange behavior, flirting with you while still being rude to you and, since then, a year ago that you’ve been dating. And you decided to hide it for obvious reasons; although Minho had already told you that he had no problem claiming you as his own, that he loved to possess you and have you as his girlfriend, he loved the intensity in which you loved him.

And now acting like enemies in front of everyone and lovers in secret between just you two, became such an exciting game you couldn’t stop, you lived for the mystery and the adrenaline of never getting caught, and when the guys started joking that ‘those who hate each other end up falling in love’ —literally your situation—, Minho would be really mean to you again, but he rewarded you so fucking well that you even forgot why he apologized. Sex after fake hard fights was always the best for you.

Changbin led everyone to Minho’s apartment, everyone without truly thinking about why they followed him and the rest of the people who lived with Minho were surprised at the timely arrival of the rest of his friends and you.

“Woah, what is this? What are you guys doing here?” you watched Jeongin say in surprise as he slowly lowered the cell phone from his face.

The three of them were sitting on the couch in the living room, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin, watching you enter with astonishment reflected on their faces.

“It looked pretty serious the way they all came in” Felix added smiling, “Hello, Y/n.”

“Yongbok don’t say hello to her or I’ll kick you out of the apartment” replied Minho quickly.

“What do you guys want for dinner?” spoke Chan.

“You’re not even invited to this house, plus I’m still not done with my chores” replied Minho directly to you, serious and a bit irritated.

“What you guys haven’t done yet? Let us help you so you can finish soon” spoke Chan kindly again.

“Minho hasn’t done anything, he just kept bossing around” Seungmin exposed him with a smile and pointing at him, causing a soft chuckle among his other two roommates.

“Kim Seungmin, count your days” Minho hissed.

“A whole pile of clothes to be folded is waiting for him in his room” Seungmin joked again.

“Shut up, Seungmin!” exclaimed your boyfriend.

“Y/n should go help him, it would be fun to see them not fighting for five seconds” commented Jeongin amused with his cocky tone and raising his eyebrows.

“Never, I’d rather burn your clothes” replied Minho.

“Yes yes, put them both in punishment” exclaimed Seungmin with a huge smile on his face.

“For all the nights they had their little fights every time we went out” Changbin continued the joke.

Hyunjin and Felix laughed, Han and Chan watched you both with amusement.

“There’s not going to be any more nights together because I’m going to kill every single one of you” mumbled your boyfriend.

You watched the scene, trying to be the strongest and hiding the immense urge you had to indeed see your boyfriend's room.

“No way” Chan lifted his shoulders, “You have to fulfill your duties...”

“Okay, okay, but who said I would agree to help him?” you spoke suddenly.

“Oh, yeah, you both have to go while we order food” Changbin sentenced, waking over to you to gently push you.

“Do it” you heard Han order you.

“Just because I seriously don’t want to fold all those clothes by myself...” whispered Minho.

You looked at him surprised, and with a face of indignation you followed him. But deep down you were just waiting for all the drama to be over and you could be alone with him.

“Wow, he really accepted her help” Hyunjin commented in amazement as he watched you walk to Minho’s room.

“Shut the fuck up, Hyunjin, I’ll cut your tongue out!” shouted Minho to which Hyunjin made a quick funny grimace in response.

“Try not to kill each other in there!” yelled Changbin.

You and Minho stood for a few moments near his door, looking at each other complicit and with your breathing heavy, so eager to be near each other; you watched him through the darkness of his room, diverting your gaze from his big bright eyes to the rest of his room with huge windows overlooking the city, his room was beautiful, after all he was part of a very important group and maintained his reputation by having a luxurious place to live in... and almost at one end of his bed, a pile of clothes waiting to be folded. There were few times that you had entered Minho’s room as privacy was very limited.

You were both waiting for the boys’ attention to be diverted elsewhere and, Minho recognizing and hearing that they finally managed to get distracted, he locked the door. Minho knew them so well and recognized perfectly when their attention was diverted to something new; their loud voices ceased softly as they were heard lower with his door closed and he without wasting any time, grabbed you by the hips, pulling your body to him.

You smiled broadly, once again with every particle of you excited to finally have him near.

“I missed you so much, baby, you look so good today” he spoke to you sweetly, leaning into you and kissing you.

You couldn’t answer him, your whole body went warm as you felt his lips on yours, you both missed each other madly and wanted each other immensely, so quickly the kiss became desperate and lustful, his sharp nose rubbing against your face, your hands wrapping around his neck and stroking his hair; Minho hugged you, leaving his hands on your back and slowly leading you to his bed.

As you bumped against the edge of his bed with your legs, he slowly let his body drop, making you fall onto his bed gently, both of you breathless, lewd with the temperatures of your excited bodies, Minho wanted to make you his now and you needed your boyfriend’s affection so bad that your weak pussy was so soaked and needy for his touch. Minho moved away from you a little, only to pull up your dress and reveal that you were only wearing your panties underneath it, you noticed his disapproving look, still he said sweetly:

“Settle in, princess, make yourself comfortable, so I can touch you better.”

You stirred a little, getting comfortable with his pillows on your back and Minho kissed you again, positioning his body over yours, sticking to you to the point of feeling his swollen hard erection rubbing against your sensitive center, he was kissing you so passionately, getting even for all the nights he had to spend it alone, when he had you as his girlfriend and he was partly able to come and see you, you taking care of him so well. You moaned softly as you felt his cock grinding into your pussy and, Minho being himself, he began to gently ram into you, rubbing and squeezing his member into your needy area, rubbing against your clit, causing you to lubricate yourself more and every muscle in your pussy to throb hungrily for your boyfriend’s cock.

Your groans were held between his lips, but Minho was fucking you slowly and torturously, moving his nimble hips against your pussy, leaving you so wet.

You both caught your breath, Minho watched your face slightly illuminated by the night’s exterior reflected in the window. You gasped, still watching him lovingly, placing your hands on his cheeks.

“I missed you too, Minho.”

“I know, sweetheart, sorry I was busy” gasped Minho breathlessly, enjoying his cock being compressed against the friction of the fabric of your panties on your pussy.

He moved his hand down to your pussy finally, pushing the fabric of your panties aside, reaching down to your entrance and smiling smugly as he noticed how incredibly wet you were. Minho bit his lip and inserted two fingers deep into you, making you moan and the sound of his fingers immersing between your lubed cunt.

“I want to fuck you so bad, princess, c'mon, ask for it, kitten. I loove to hear you beg, you know that, don’t you?”

“Ahh, mmm, M-minho, p-please” you sighed excitedly, his fingers were tickling a sweet spot in you.

You wiggled your ass gently, aroused to have your boyfriend’s fingers working on your sensitive vagina and exploring your insides, as you reached for the hem of his shirt, gently lifting his simple white t-shirt, stroking his abs; Minho smirked again smugly and abruptly slid his fingers out of you.

“You want to touch me too, don’t you, kitten?”

Minho drew a half smile on his face to which you only nodded in a trance, completely lost in the incredibly hot and sexy atmosphere created between you and your boyfriend. He hurried, taking off his shirt and quickly pulling down his shorts and boxers, exposing his very well erect cock, you could appreciate how needy he was too, detonating his veins and his pink tip covered by shiny white precum. You almost sighed, wanting to have fun in so many ways with your boyfriend’s cock, so almost reflexively you directed your hands towards his member, stroking it to feel its stiffness, causing sweet gasps to escape from Minho’s lips, you looked at him, in his face captured pure pleasure, so you wanted to get up, change positions and suck his cock, but he stopped you instantly, also almost reflexively.

“Ah, ah” spoke your boyfriend in disapproval, pushing you off your shoulder, “Be a good girl and do whatever I say and want, okay?”

Minho darkened his gaze more and said it in a tone so intense and demanding but being gentle with you that it made your body tremble in excitement, you bit your lip and nodded.

“Now, stroke my cock and cum in my fingers like a good princess” he spoke again, his dirty words made you throb again, “But... let me see a little bit your pretty body...” Minho licked his lips and abruptly sought a way to pull the straps of your dress to expose your chest, “You always look so good, baby” Minho let his gaze linger on your bare breasts and then came closer and kissed you again.

You were so distracted, blinded by the incredible pleasure built up in your body, busy with your mouths joined, your hands in stroking up and down his cock and, as soon as you felt again the tickle of his fingers touching your pussy, your hairs stood on end; Minho without stopping kissing you, inserted in your entrance three of his fingers, making you gasp at the sensation of your entrance stretching. He moved his kisses down, down your neck, his hot breath hitting your sensitive skin, until his mouth reached your breasts, licking them, sucking them and biting your nipple, while his hand on your pussy fucked you and his thumb caressed your clit, getting his hand and the thin fabric of your panties you were still wearing wetter and wetter.

“We need to discuss later why you only came in that tiny dress, in panties and no bra, to an apartment full of men, you’re such a very bad kitty, you need a little punishment, but you feel so good right now, I wanna make you cum” Minho said, exasperated and excited in your ear.

He was so aroused too, desperate for an orgasm as he felt your hands skilfully but a little clumsily touching all over his length, stroking his glans, his testicles, feeling every inch of him, which dick you were internally screaming for by wanting such a member to be in you right now, but you couldn’t deny it, you loved the way your boyfriend liked to play and entertain your pussy, ramming it with his fingers and crushing and stroking your needy, throbbing clit. Minho gasped loudly, so close to his orgasm whose he took the decision of delaying it himself, he wanted every drop of his cum inside you, so runny and thick drops of his precum fell on your bare abdomen; his cock was so swollen and throbbing and you felt it in your hands that, in a whimper you practically begged him:

“M-minho please fuck me, I need you.”

Minho smiled.

“Then cum to your first orgasm in my hand, sweetie, you can do it.”

He, being pushed to the limit by your caresses on his cock, sped up his movements in your cunt, desperately fitting his fingers deep inside you, enjoying your walls in his digits, the softness of your throbbing clit on his fingertip. You whimpered loudly, staring into his eyes, arched your back, so ready for your orgasm, every muscle in you squeezed with intensity.

“Are you about to cum, kitten? Do it now, come on.”

“Oh, ffuck” you squealed with a shaky voice, catching one last glimpse of Minho’s handsome face with a smug little smile, before your vision blurred and you rolled your eyes slightly back.

Your legs tensed, you squeezed his cock slightly tighter, only to release yourself in orgasm, squirting into his hand, just as he desired.

“Good girl” Minho commented smiling.

He withdrew his fingers and in one swift movement, slipped your panties off and without warning of anything, brought his face up to your pussy, licking your sweet liquid sliding down your hole. You moaned at the sensation of his thick hot tongue, of his lips sticking to your pussy to slurp hard from your entrance to your labia, feeling his high bridge nose rubbing against your core, Minho left his hands on your thighs and began to eat your pussy, raising his piercing gaze, watching with joy your body struggle with your heavy breathing.

This time you enjoyed every movement of his mouth on your pussy, his kisses, his soft bites, the intense sucking and licking; you were in paradise, his pace was hot and slow, little by little speeding up the way he ate your pussy, Minho was enjoying it too, getting harder on his dick, causing a little pain to his erect cock hanging in the air, in need of attention, screaming to cum, but the slight pain was turning him on more, he loved pushing himself to the limit, making you enjoy only you as you deserve it, besides he had this idea or theory, that he didn’t deserve to cum as he wasn’t being the best boyfriend these last days, he missed you and felt guilty for not being able to come to see you, and that you had to be the one who was looking for him.

Minho again sensed your orgasm so close, your gasps rose, honestly the noise didn’t bother him, the walls were thick and his friends were being ten times louder in the living room of the apartment. So he suddenly stopped having his mouth on your pussy, roughly wiped his face with his dry hand and got closer to your face.

“Don’t cum yet, princess, I need to fuck you now” he whispered, giving you a sweet kiss on your cheek.

You saw him in confusion, you couldn’t even groan because you instantly realized that you were finally going to have his cock inside you.

Minho repositioned himself again, took his member and began to tease your wet and needy entrance, stroking his glans into it, sliding it in so gently and just enough to get your hole dilated, but he would pull it out again. You whimpered with excitement and desperation as you perfectly recognized the game your boyfriend was playing.

“You want it don’t you?” he said amused with his typical smug smile as he saw your needy body and countenance, your pussy made a beautiful mess, your length so shiny from your wetness and his licking, your entrance resenting his tip inside you, “So needy for my cock.”

You whimpered, his broad tip slipped out of you and this time he grind your labia with his erection, rubbing himself on them.

“Y-yes, Minho, please, please, please.”

“Only because I’m the best boyfriend” he replied haughtily.

Minho slowly slid his cock inside you, you gasped, he was big and wide, squeezing your walls hard and stretching your entrance. He sighed, almost feeling a relief as he felt his cock around your warm core, he pulled his body closer to yours, wanting to feel your body touching his; he was so deep inside you that he almost took your breath away, still, he began to thrust you slowly, never leaving his depth and intensity, moving his hips to take you to the limit, caressing your cervix, and his balls rubbing against your exposed pussy. You tightened your legs and encircled his body, while your hands rested on his strong back, you both began to pant, his slow deep thrusts heating your lower abdomen, torturing you but sending you to heaven itself at the same time. Minho kept a pace that only he knew how made you go crazy, slow, then he accelerated fast, pounding you hard. You dug your nails into his back, you were so close to your orgasm; Minho sped up the movements of his cock in you, but as he felt your walls squeezing his member hard, he couldn’t take it, he gasped loudly in your ear and ejaculated, milking him dry every drop of his cum in an intense orgasm. You felt his cum instantly, your legs also squeezed his body tighter and you whimpered loudly, cumming again and covering your boyfriend’s cock in your so intense orgasm.

Minho left his head on your neck for a few seconds, then distanced himself and watched your pussy image after the action.

“So sweet and all mine” Minho said, looking down at his cock sliding out of your core, dripping the glorious orgasm of both of you in a glistening liquid; he moved closer to you again, to give you a sweet kiss, your mouth was dry, from moaning and breathing by it, but quickly Minho’s soft lips ceased any sensation, “I love you” he whispered into your lips, bringing your foreheads together.

You smiled, about to answer him something cheesy, but Minho’s doorknob turning sharply and banging on his door alerted you a little.

“Dinner’s ready, why is the door locked?” you heard Seungmin’s voice shout from the other side.

“Linoo” you now heard Changbin’s voice shout, “Are you okay?! He must be dead already.”

Minho sighed in frustration, “These idiots...” he muttered, catching his breath near your face.

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