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“I don’t want to talk about it,” Seungmin tells you as soon as you sit down in your shared kitchen and shoot him a questioning glance. It’s just the two of you this early in the morning, which makes it the perfect time to discuss what has happened. You sure as hell aren’t addressing it in front of your other roommates.
“Listen, it’s totally fi—”
You’re cut off by his raised hand and annoyed look. Why is he angry with you? You’re the one who was on the receiving end of that. It’s a lot to unpack, especially since you’re kind of friends and roommates, so you want to do it with the culprit, and not random third parties. Seungmin says your name slowly like he’s warning you. “Let’s not talk about it.”
You clear your throat and try to speak again, “Seungmin! I wa—”
The hand that he’s raised suddenly crashes onto yours, covering it gently, which gets you to shut up right away. “Please.”
That’s all it takes for you to nod and drop it. Since you can’t stay in the kitchen with him in complete silence and overthink things, you get up and leave, grabbing your stuff on the way out.
When you come back home, you find Felix on the living room sofa, Minho in the kitchen, and Seungmin is nowhere to be found. You’re not about to text him, not after last night, so you try to sound casual when you ask about him.
“Oh, he went out somewhere, said something about needing a break,” Minho informs you. “Did you say something to him?”
“Me? No, why?” You know why Minho is asking. You two are usually the ones who rile Seungmin up, tease him, and engage in bickering, while Felix is the one who calms things down. If you see Seungmin is angry, your first thought is that Minho said something, so it’s natural that your roommate feels the same about you.
“He was acting strange earlier,” Minho shrugs, turning around to gauge your reaction once again, “Not angry, just… Weird. Sure you didn’t break his little heart?”
Seungmin and you used to get along somewhat well, but he gradually became colder and started acting like you annoyed him, so you decided to reciprocate. You joined Minho whenever he teased the roommate, and you never made plans alone with Seungmin since it became clear he didn’t want that. Minho’s theory was that he had the hots for you but just didn’t know how to talk to women. It was ridiculous—Seungmin had no problem talking to you when you first moved in or for the first couple of months. So, it clearly wasn’t that.
“Minho, he has a girlfriend,” you remind the man who goes back to cooking while repeating what you’ve just said and mimicking you.
“Maybe he just had a bad day!” Felix shouts from the living room.
Oh, you’re sure he did.
Last night, you received a text from your roommate. It was pretty late, so you figured Seungmin really needed help if he chose to text you of all people that late. He was out with his girlfriend, that much you knew, even though you tried to know as little as possible about the two of them. It turned out that Seungmin didn’t need help, not in the usual sense of the word.
The picture you received from him was one of him lying naked in bed with a cock ring on, the word cunt written across his stomach in red lipstick.
Seungmin: you get this because i’m a dirty slutty cunt who keeps thinking about you
It made no sense, any of it. Why would he send you that when he was out with his girlfriend? Why would he send you a picture like that, period? From what you heard, Seungmin and his girlfriend have some sort of a sub/dom thing going on. You didn’t really know much about that in general, but from what Felix told you one time when you two got drunk together, Seungmin subbed for his girlfriend. Felix spoke of it with stars in his eyes, saying he’s jealous your roommate had something like that going on when he could only dream of it, too shy to ask someone for that.
So, the picture, the cock ring, and the word written on his stomach were clearly a part of that, but you aren’t sure how you fit in, which is what you wanted to hear more this morning. Seungmin can’t just send a picture like that to the person he lives with and expect them to go on about their day like nothing’s happened.
He doesn’t show up that night or the night after, texting Felix he is with family. When he gets back, Seungmin successfully avoids you—he wakes up before you and rushes out to work, and he comes back late when you’re already in bed. If you happen to be at the apartment at the same time, someone else is always there.
That is, until Friday, the night of the party Minho is throwing. You’ve all given him permission weeks ago, so it’s too late to say no, even for Seungmin who clearly doesn’t want to be there. He chugged down a bunch of liquor, and you’re even kind of worried about him. But, you’re still mad that he doesn’t want to talk to you about the thing that clearly happened.
The picture is right there, staring right at you when you open the chat to text him, tell him you should talk about it. You give up every time, closing the conversation with the picture in mind. The feisty Seungmin you know just doesn’t seem like the type of person who’d let someone else put a cock ring on him, write insults on his body, send evidence to the roommate he likes the least—but here you are with the picture on your phone.
“Care to tell me why you’re spending this amazing party staring at our roommate?” Minho appears out of nowhere, hissing the words at you as he catches you in the act. “What the fuck happened with you two?”
You open your mouth to say something, but you’re not sure what. What can you tell Minho? Nothing happened, yet you don’t talk anymore. Therefore, something must have happened.
“No way!” Minho shouts, nudging you. “You had sex!”
“We did not.”
“Now it all makes sense,” Minho waves his hand in the air, “him breaking up with his girlfriend, you two completely avoiding each other, not even teasing each other anymore… He cheated on her with you!”
“I didn’t sleep with him, idiot,” you spit the words out while wondering why Seungmin broke up with her. Maybe that’s why he was acting so strange—it had nothing to do with you. Still, the picture is right there.
You see it when you close your eyes, even later when you have a couple of drinks, when you dance around with Minho and go out onto the balcony with Felix to get some fresh air. It stays there when you run into Seungmin alone just when he’s about to enter his room. Without giving it a second thought, you make your way over there and grab his hand, pulling him out of the room. “You’re not going anywhere until we talk.”
You’re using a tone of voice you never use with him, but instead of getting mad, Seungmin nods and closes the door behind him, following you. You lead him back to the party, taking him to the kitchen where you both down a shot together without a word. Then, you walk over and stop just when your body is about to reach his. There, some privacy. “Talk. It stays between us.”
“I… I, fuck. I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Seungmin,” you sound threatening, even though that’s not your intention. You lean in and whisper into his ear, not wanting anyone to overhear. “You can’t send me a picture like that and pretend nothing happened. I just want an explanation. Nobody knows and nobody will hear about it from me.”
“I didn’t send it,” he denies it with a gulp, which just angers you. Okay, he clearly doesn’t like you, finds you annoying, whatever, but why is he lying straight to your face? The evidence is on your fucking phone.
Annoyed, you lift your hands in the air and groan. “Yeah, it never happened, which is why it’s still in our conve—”
“No, you don’t get it. I didn’t send it,” Seungmin explains slowly, grabbing your forearms and pulling your hands down, presumably so you don’t cause a scene. But, he doesn’t move his hands away even after he manages to push yours down. “Uh, she sent it. Which is why she’s an ex now. Okay? I’m sorry, you weren’t meant to see it. No one was.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” you immediately say, even though you have so many questions, so many unresolved issues here. Did she send it without his consent? Why didn’t he say a thing? Why you, of all people? “Why would she send it to me? What happened? Are you… Are you okay, Seungmin?”
He nods, not saying a word. The way he clenches his jaw and looks to the side tells you he might not be telling the truth, but you’re not going to push your roommate to share more than he’s willing to.
“It was just strange to receive that from you. I can’t believe you ignored me.” You go on about how annoyed and frustrated you felt this week but get cut off by Seungmin.
“You—” Seungmin scoffs and leans in so close you can feel his breath fan your face when he speaks. You don’t find it off-putting at all. Quite the contrary, you like having him close. “How do you think I feel? My roommate got a picture of me in that position. Can’t even fucking look at you, okay? It’s got nothing to do with you. She wanted to teach me a lesson.”
“Le—wait, teach you a lesson?” You gasp and cover your mouth when Seungmin looks to the side, clearly upset over it. “You didn’t think she’d send it?”
Seungmin shakes his head as a no. “This is too embarrassing. I wasn’t thinking straight, I thought she was just saying it, you know. Threats are her thing, so I figured I’d just play along, but… Yeah.”
“Oh my God, that’s horrible,” you say, reaching out to hug him against your better judgment. Your arms wrap around Seungmin’s torso and just stay there while he stands all stiff, uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, Seungmin. I… I didn’t know. I thought you sent it to me for fun and weren’t saying why, so it confused me, especially with all the avoiding. Now it makes sense. That’s so fucked up.”
Seungmin relaxes and wraps his arms around you too, resting his chin on the top of your head. Strangely, nobody bats an eye at you two hugging in the kitchen. “It’s fine. She only sent it to you from my phone, she doesn’t have the picture or anything like that. It was my punishment, I guess.”
“Punishment? I…” So it was a part of their game, their sex life. When Felix spoke about it, it seemed like so much fun—he spoke about trust and feelings and new experiences, but this incident seemed anything but that. Right now, you’re happy Seungmin isn’t with this person anymore, even if a part of that happiness comes from a very selfish place. “Felix told me something about that, but it seems like a fucked up punishment. Shouldn’t they make you feel good in the end?”
You feel Seungmin’s firm body tense against yours as he scoffs, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, that’s why that wasn’t a punishment but a fucking toxic thing to do, which is why it’s over. I’m sorry you had to, like, see all of that, I know it must be weird.”
“Don’t apologize for something you didn’t do,” you tell him, pulling away to look up at his face. Only now do you realize he looks worried—he’s not smiling, there are bags under his eyes, and he looks exhausted. “Please. I have nothing to forgive. I just don’t get why me.”
Seungmin closes his eyes for a second and sighs. “Well, since my life is ruined already, might as well crash and burn, huh?” He chuckles, but he’s not smiling with his eyes—it’s not sincere. It sounds like he’s annoyed more than anything. “She thinks—no, she knows—that I have feelings for you, so that’s how she wanted to get back at me. Show you I’m a weak cunt, I guess. Just to be sure you won’t want anything to do with me. After that picture, I… Fuck.”
“I know now’s not the time nor place to talk about this, but the picture doesn’t change anything between us, okay?” you stress, hoping he knows you’re telling the truth. “Fuck her and her manipulative ways. You and I can go straight back to normal. I’ll delete the entire conversation. It never happened. I didn’t see a thing. She didn’t ruin a thing for us, okay?”
If there is any hope for you two together, you are not letting this incident ruin it.
“Thank you,” Seungmin says softly, giving you the first sincere smile you’ve seen from him tonight. “I really hope she didn’t. I’m still extremely ashamed of the picture, but I hope we can go back to being… Roommates.”
You don’t know why you say it—maybe you like vulnerability, maybe you know Seungmin’s single now, maybe you’re finally admitting to yourself that you are angry at him because he pushed you away right when you were starting to fall for him—but you do. “We can be whatever we decide to be.”
You’re not sure how exactly it happened, but your comment triggered it all. “Even after I’ve been acting like a prick?”
“You…” You chuckle, looking up at him. “I don’t mind your humor. It’s the ignoring that annoys me. Only that. I enjoyed hanging out with you, still do.”
“Only that?” He cocks his eyebrows up and looks at you questioningly. “Not the picture, the setting, the… Everything about the picture?”
It’s an insecurity, clearly. The moment was something he shared with a person he was in a relationship with. Seungmin trusted her enough to give her that kind of power, let him scribble all over his slender body, allowed her to put his dick in a little cage, control his erection. Most of all, he trusted her enough to let her take a picture of him in that state, and she misused the trust to get back at him. “I don’t necessarily relate because I don’t, uh, practice stuff like that, but whatever floats your boat.”
Seungmin blushes, looking away with a chuckle. “I meant receiving it. I don’t expect you to, you know… Do anything like that with me. It’s… You know. Strange, I know. Definitely not something you want a roommate or a crush or a friend to know about you.”
You grab his chin and force him to look at you by tilting it in your direction. When he looks at you, you lower your voice. “No judgment here. Just tell me, how does she know you have feelings for me?”
“I told her,” he says, loud and clear. “When it started, I… Uhm, I just wanted her to dom me. And they usually find a weakness because it makes the experience more personal, the insults get to you. It feels weird but turns you on, I guess.”
You don’t understand how that works because your brain doesn’t really work that way—if someone insulted you, you wouldn’t get turned on. You’d probably feel like shit and break things off. But, you do understand that some people get off on that. So, you nod and let him go on, interested in learning more.
“She knew I really liked you, she knew I didn’t want to fuck our living situation up. We gave it a chance as a couple, but she always made it about you when we… Did stuff.” His hand squeezes your waist. “I know this is strange to hear, I’m sorry. It’s just what she used to get into my head and humiliate me.”
“What did she say?” You’re not sure why you’re asking him this, especially here in the kitchen, but then again, no one’s paying attention to you two. And, you want to know. A part of you wants to know what Seungmin enjoys.
“That you’d think I’m a pussy,” he hisses, eyes narrowing as he stares at you as if he's gauging your reaction. “That you’d think I’m, uh, a slut for doing these things with her. That you’d never want to give me a chance if you knew what kind of things I was into. That she’d make me wear the cage so I wouldn’t get hard for you because you’d laugh at me for being desperate.” He gulps. “That you’d prefer a real man, like Minho, anyway.”
“That’s… Mean,” you say, voice quivering. Why would anyone tell him that? None of it is true. All of it sounds like petty things someone would say to hurt the other person. Is Seungmin really into that? You’ll never insult him like that, you can’t. “I… None of it is true, I don’t think any of that, really.”
“I guess I know. I just fear it,” Seungmin admits with a gulp. “That’s why she sent you the picture. Wanted to be sure it would all come true.”
“She sounds like a possessive mean control freak,” you mumble the words. “Sorry. That’s mean, but—”
Seungmin chuckles, patting your side. “Only you would say that’s mean after everything I’ve just told you.”
“Seungmin, listen… I know I said we can be whatever we want, but—” you gulp, realizing his expression changed from somewhat happy to worried in a split second, “I can’t say anything like that to you. I mean, say that kind of stuff. I don’t mean it.”
“I don’t need you to,” he responds firmly. “I really don’t need it. I just want you. If you’re not freaked out over this whole thing. And the picture too. It’s definitely not manly or some—”
You shut him up by kissing him, not even caring that your roommates can see you doing it, that they’ll never let either of you live it down. The kiss you give him is soft, just a peck practically. His lips feel even better than they look, and you don’t want to stop. Soon enough, his tongue is in your mouth and you are gripping his shirt, forgetting your surroundings. When Seungmin moans into your mouth, you are the one who suggests you go to your room.
Ten minutes later, you become a lot more than roommates when Seungmin pushes you on the bed and gets on top of you, hands scrambling to pull your jeans down your thighs, yours to get his cock out.
Now that you’re here, you’re not surprised by the lack of talking—you two aren’t that good at that, anyway. It’s easier to talk through touch, especially when the alcohol has taken away your inhibitions, when you’re finally doing what you always wanted to do, which is sit up in bed and push Seungmin’s chest away until he’s kneeling above you, straddling your hips, shirtless, trembling with excitement.
You half-expect him to look as worried or upset as he did earlier, but he’s just smiling like he usually does—a big grin, warm eyes. This time, his hands are on your shoulders.
“Let me,” you say, pulling down his unzipped jeans and underwear, coming face to face with his hard cock. It looks completely different without the cock ring on—hard and pretty, the head almost red. You just know it will feel good too.
But first, you want a taste, so you lean in and take the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it to cover it with saliva, and the motion makes Seungmin grunt and grab your hair, tugging at it somewhat gently. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good—”
You hum against his cock and continue to bob your head over it, wanting to get him as wet as possible if he wants to be inside of you, which is the end goal here, you hope. You’re not sure what you two are doing and how you’re going to act tomorrow when you’re sober and a lot less horny, but you’re too busy to worry right now, especially since Seungmin is slowly pushing your head towards his cock, urging you to take more of him in, which you do.
Slowly, you move in closer until he’s inside of your mouth fully. You hum and look up at him, surprised to find him looking right back at you instead of having his eyes closed. “Don’t make me come too fast,” he tells you, patting your cheek and gently pulling you away from his cock.
You’re not sure how long his cock was in your mouth—it could be a minute, it could be five. It’s hard to tell when you’re turned on and just taking more of it in, sucking, slurping, enjoying the way it feels inside of you. Once Seungmin pulls his erection out of your mouth, you gasp for air while he pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor. He gets the bra off pretty soon, leaving you half-naked, but not for long.
Before you know it, your roommate has you down on the bed, pulling your panties down, getting them off you so you’re left there completely naked. Instead of just lying there, you pull him down on top of you, wrap your legs around his waist, pull him in closer so you can continue kissing him hungrily. “I’ve thought about this so much,” Seungmin grunts his confession into the kiss, his hand moving down to cup your ass and sneak up and down your thigh until it touches your crotch. “Wanted to have you.”
“Hmm,” you moan contently, happy to hear him admit that. You’re too horny to think straight right now, so it all goes to your head. “Touch me, please.”
Seungmin grunts at that and cups your slit, fingers sneaking up to your clit and down to your entrance, spreading your juices around. He hisses when his middle finger enters you without a problem, revealing just how wet the blowjob got you. “So tight,” he mumbles, head falling into the crook of your neck. “Shit, you feel good.”
For some reason, hearing him sound so weak makes you feel good, makes you feel like you're doing something right. The dude has been acting like he hates you for a long while, and yet here he is, grunting into your neck because he got to dip his finger into you. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots. When you pull a bit harder, he moans so sweetly you clench around his fingers. Seungmin can sound this good?
“Curl them a bit,” you instruct your roommate, who instantly does as asked, testing the new angle. He lifts his head and finally looks at you, which is when you notice some of his hair is sticking to his face, the rest of it ruffled a bit from when you pulled it, and it makes him look delicious. “Yeah, like that. Good.”
Seungmin practically purrs at your words, humming as he starts to fuck you with his fingers a bit faster, keeping his fingers curled. The more you relax, the wetter it sounds, and soon enough the room is filled with disgustingly wet noises made by his fingers inside of you. “Fuck, you're getting so wet,” Seungmin grunts, mouth sucking on the skin of your collarbone. “It's getting all over the bed.”
“I don't care,” you admit. You really don't—you'll worry about the sheets once Seungmin fucks your brains out, if that's even what he's planning on doing. “I like it too much.”
“You do?” His breath hitches for a second while he waits for your response, which is when you remember that he loves praise—that's what Felix says at least.
“Mhm, you're doing great,” you say just to test it out, and the compliment earns you a grunt from Seungmin, accompanied by a slight thrust of his hips into your thigh, cock pressed into your skin. So, Felix was right. “Just like that, Seungmin.”
He keeps moaning into your neck, rubbing himself against you while he fingers you, and you think you'll blow. You never even imagined this is what hooking up with Seungmin is like. He's catty, sarcastic, looks like nothing can touch him, something like Minho. But, his preferences seem to match Felix's, which messes with your head a bit. You know what kind of things Felix wants from a partner, and imagining doing any of them to the man who's on top of you right now makes you want to scream in pleasure. So, you pant, “Clit, please!”
Seungmin obeys instantly, starting to rub it with his thumb while his two fingers stay curled and move in and out. He seems so eager to please, and that just turns you on more. “Like that?”
You moan in response, spreading your legs even further. “Just like that… Keep going, you'll make me come.”
“Yeah, you'll come for me?” he asks, sounding excited about it. “Fuck, fuck… Want to make you feel good.”
“You are,” you reassure him, hand in his hair once again, tugging lightly. “Just like that… A bit harder.”
His hand starts thrusting into you, thumb still circling your clit as Seungmin moans, mouth pressed into your skin.
“I can't wait for you to fuck me,” you mumble in the heat of the moment when pleasure threatens to burst. Your heels dig into the mattress and your body pushes upward, even though it can’t move, not with Seungmin on top of you. His body is warm and feels hot against your skin, and all of that just turns you on more. “Can't wait to feel you in me, fuck!”
“Shit,” he grunts, starting to buck his hips into your thigh, matching the rhythm of his fingers. “Please, come for me, let me feel it— I’ll be so good, fuck!”
“Yeah? You’ll fuck me good?” You’re not sure where that question comes from, but you ask it, moaning right after it, and Seungmin groans at the scene, clearly enjoying your attention.
“Oh my God!” The moan he lets out is so pornographic you can’t help but moan and clench around his fingers, which is when his thumb sends you over the edge, just when he promises, “I’ll fuck you so good, be so good for you, promise…”
“Fuck, fuck!” With that, you practically scream out as your body convulses, unable to move because of him on top of you. Seungmin hums in appreciation, pulling away from your chest just to look at your face while waves of pleasure continue rushing through you, spurred by his thumb and two fingers inside of you. “God, Seungmin! Please, fuck me.”
You’re never this straightforward or needy, but his fingers are no longer enough. You just came, but you need to feel him in you—you need to be railed, which isn’t a term you even think about often, let alone use. But, it’s exactly what you need.
And it’s exactly what you get once the condom is on his dick, once Seungmin climbs on top of you. He doesn’t waste time at all. You can’t even blink before the tip of his cock is in you, before he slides it in you, stretching you fully while he looks down at you and moans. Somehow, you’ve always imagined him to be rough and snarky when fucking, but he’s the exact opposite.
“Fuck, that’s good,” you tell him, hands moving from his shoulders down to his chest and back up, leaving trails of red behind where your fingers graze. You want to touch and kiss him all over, want to do everything you can to have him keep making those noises. “God, Seungmin, so good.”
Seungmin moans at that, starting to move his hips faster. “Good?”
“Mhm,” you nod with a long hum, spreading your legs wider. “Go faster.”
“Faster?” You think it’s cute how he checks everything, wanting to be 100% sure before he moves. You didn’t take him for that type of guy, but it somehow makes sense.
“Yeah, Seungmin… I want you to fuck me hard and fast,” you say slowly, watching his eyes widen as he takes in your words.
And then, he gives you exactly what you want. You wouldn't say he has a lot of stamina just by looking at him, but he sure does. You're out of breath a couple of minutes in, stomach clenching because you're trying to keep your legs up so Seungmin can just keep smacking his hips into you and giving it to you rough. It's perfect, actually, and you have a feeling it has a lot to do with the way you feel about the man, the way he's looking at you, the way he moans your name over and over again.
“Good?” he manages to grunt the word out, grimacing in pleasure right after.
“Just like that,” you respond with a nod. “Keep going… Can't wait to watch you come.”
“Fuck!” Seungmin huffs and leans in until his chest is touching yours, elbows next to either side of your face. “You do?”
“Yeah, Seungmin.” It's not that hard to admit this since you can tell it means a lot to him, gets him going, makes him even more turned on. Besides, it’s true. “I bet you sound even sweeter when you're filling a condom up.”
He groans and rests his head in the crook of your neck, wet forehead pressing into your skin as a loud groan leaves his mouth. “Oh my God, you'll— I'm coming, c-coming—”
“Great, give it to me,” you urge him, wrapping one hand around him while the other one slides down his back and grabs his ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh. “So good, just like that, you're so fucking good to me.”
When he comes, Seungmin shows you you were right—he does sound even sweeter. Instead of grunts and groans, he starts moaning against your neck, fucking into you shallowly, desperate to keep fucking until he gives you every drop of cum. “So warm,” he mumbles into your neck, relaxing on top of you. “Tight and warm, so good.”
“You okay?” you ask after a while. Seungmin is still breathing deeply, face resting on your chest, your fingers playing with the damp hair at the nape of his neck. “You’re so quiet.”
“I’m just enjoying this,” he hums, squeezing your side. “Do you want me to move away?”
“No, no, I like this,” you admit, even though you usually don’t. Cuddling when sweaty and wet and gross isn’t exactly something you enjoy, but since it’s Seungmin, it actually feels good. “Do you?”
“Mhm,” he hums in agreement, nuzzling up to you. “You’re so gentle.”
“That’s what you like?” Hm. You figured he’d like the exact opposite, but maybe you don’t know the first thing about your roommate.
“I do. I prefer it, actually,” Seungmin admits. “How sweet you were, too. Praise is my favorite.”
Oh. That explains a lot. “Okay, that I can do. And I can mean it.”
Seungmin laughs before he pecks your chest. “I sure hope so. It would be awkward otherwise.”
“So what kind of praise do you like?”
Seungmin pulls away, propping himself up on his palms so he can inspect your face. “You’re really going to keep asking questions until you find out everything, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a chuckle. “You know I want to know if we’re doing this again, which we are, right?”
“Right,” he nods and plops back down on you. “But there’s time. You still haven’t told me what you enjoy.”