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it’s not that you weren’t curious about how it felt to have sex with someone. it was far from that. but every close call you had was interrupted by an unfortunately-timed family emergency or a last-minute cop out on the behalf of your prospective hookup. your lack of experience irritated you — and who had to listen to your complaints night after night, much to his supposed amusement?
“i’m just saying, you’re obviously acting like this because you’re sexually frustrated,” seungmin shovels another handful of popcorn into his mouth from the other end of the couch.
“more like sexily frustrated,” you groan, dramatically arching your back off the tub chair with the back of your hand resting on your forehead.
he scoffs, unconvinced. “you’re cute,”
“not cute enough to fuck nowadays apparently,” your sigh so loud that you can’t even hear the movie.
seungmin has never been the type to sugarcoat things: whether that required him to talk you down the phone about how ordering in your favourite chinese food didn’t do many favours about your health, or times like these where he would offer psychoanalysis, free-of-charge. you could always count of him to deliver the ugly truth. because of this, you braced yourself the second you saw him swallow his food.
“you can be self-deprecating all you want, but when has it ever been okay to lie?”
the tone of voice he uses is all but ordinary, slightly squeaky if anything. the only other thing that he’s eyeing you through the corner of his eye, but nothing that deviates from normalcy. from your perspective, his gaze flickers down to your neck and quickly shoot back to the television.
“kim seungmin, resident orgasm donor, thinks i could get it on with anyone on the street?” you chuckle, straightening your posture for some unknown reason.
when he looks back at you, he doesn’t have his usual trademark glare equipped; instead, he has this complacent smirk that he is very much aware annoys the hell out of you with narrowing eyes.
“don’t look at me like that,” you warn.
“or what?”
returning the same energy, you get up and snatch the bag of popcorn from his grasp. “i’ll show you how cute i can be,”
unfazed, he pats the vacant space beside him and lets you take a seat. “doesn’t get cuter than this,”
like clockwork, your head finds his chest, rising and falling steadily as you settle in. for a lot of friends, being this physically close together would only be warranted by a breakup, but seungmin always wanted you to know you had a shoulder to cry on or, alternatively, a chest to lay on if you needed to decompress. tonight was one of those nights where you just needed to watch one of the trashy movies that he loved and he knew that.
“scratch that, i know a way this could get cuter,” his nose is burying itself into your shoulder when the words come out, muffled against your back.
“you seem to come to unexpected revelations for a very clear-minded man,” you observantly note, fiddling with the ends of your hair absentmindedly.
“and you seem to know me inside and out for a very clueless girl,”
“right on, detective,”
“never mind, i know a way we could make this cuter,” he buries his nose behind your ear and whispers.
“you can’t fool me, minnie,”
unconvinced, he pulls back and slyly licks his lips. “is that so?”
you shoot back, “i know exactly what you sound like when you want something,”
he nods twice. “and maybe i know what it sounds like when someone’s willing to give me what i want,”
you roll your eyes. “i’m not going to be that girl for you, seung,”
“why not, baby?”
the name makes your joints stiffen. he’s never called you that before; you’re not sure if you’ve ever heard him call anyone that before.
“seungmin, you don’t seem to get it—”
“get what?” he leans forward into you and his tongue swipes the sensitive spot on your neck without any trouble. “i think i get it,”
“you do?”
“mm,” he knots his hand into your hair. “but there’s something you don’t seem to get,”
trying to maintain some semblance of lucidity under his steadily-growing boldness, you challenge him. “what could that be?”
your feigned confidence doesn’t seem to matter much as he continues sucking your skin unfazed and sinking his teeth in just to feel your body tense up. momentarily, he stops and you open your eyes to see his own, darkened with lust, hovering over you like a predator surveying its prey.
“now that you’re listening, i don’t think you know what it’s like to be fed up,”
laying there confused, you gulp.
“fed up with hearing about how close you’ve been to getting railed, only to have worn whatever skimpy dress you bought…for nothing,”
his finger traces your collarbone and trails towards the strap of your nightgown.
“fed up with these guys, not taking their chance when you of all people are ready to take them,”
involuntarily, your back arches off the couch but, instead of following through with what he wants immediately, he splays his palm against your stomach and pushes you down against the back of the settee itself. almost possessed, he slips the strap down your arm.
“it’s so infuriating, getting so close to what you want but backing out of it at the last second,” somehow, his voice is still stable when his hand finds the other strap and pulls it down. “isn’t it?”
one thing is present in your mind when his plush lips pepper kisses on the spot he had just assaulted. afraid of getting too far to alert him, you confess: “seung, i’m a virgin.”
without hesitation, he helps you down onto the cushiony seat, head resting on one of the pillows near the arm of the couch. “take this as a lesson, then, so next time you get close, you will know exactly what will happen,”
reflexively, you shut your eyes and brace yourself mentally, but you feel him coax your eyes back open with a peck on your right eyelid. “hey, hey, i’ll take care of you, okay baby?”
looking up at him, you open your mouth to say something but the sound fails to come out.
he squints down at you. “because we both know the reason you can’t get laid is because you reek of inexperience,”
you giggle, a weight coming off your chest that you didn’t even know was suffocating you. he knew how to comfort you when you felt uneasy and you knew that the one thing that was certain about him was that he would tell you the reality of your situation, even in this position.
“now, please give me permission,” he huffs.
relieved and equal parts excited, you laugh, “fine but behave or so help me god, i—”
seungmin wastes no time slamming his lips against yours, desperate and unwilling to let you finish your sentence. they drag roughly against each other and his tongue immediately seeks entrance to which you oblige. it feels as though all of the oxygen in the room has been sucked out when you try to breathe in through your nose.
continuing to coat your lips in his saliva, he uses his hands to practically tear off what remains of your nightgown, leaving you in just a lacy, non-wire bra and your panties. two of his fingers blindly search for your entrance and upon feeling the fabric, he rubs in slow, punishing circles against your throbbing sex that contrast the rapid kisses that he’s giving you at the same time.
you whimper involuntarily, eliciting what you feel to be a self-indulgent smile against your own lips from seungmin. his thumb hooks into your underwear and he pulls it down, freeing your clit off its horrible confines, using his two fingers from just a moment beforehand to feel your slit.
“shit, you’re so soaked,” he struggles to say between kisses. “you’re driving me crazy,”
not wanting to ruin the moment, you groan softly at the sensation of his fingertips grazing your clit.
“needy, are we?”
seungmin pulls back from your mouth temporarily, wetting his fingers and, finally, rubbing circles directly onto your clit. collecting more of your juices, he expertly caresses you without flinching for a second. obscene moans escape your mouth while he increases his pace.
he grunts while pulling away, “all wet just for me, jagi?”
you catch a glimpse of his glassy eyes admiring you when you’re given the chance to come up for some air. tugging at his shirt, you reply: “maybe i am, but the real question is,”
“what are you gonna do about it?”
going from 0 to 100 in mere seconds, he peels off his tee and discards it beside your head, revealing his lean figure that you always found yourself admiring, even before this moment. hungry and motivated by your mewls of pleasure, seungmin inserts his middle and ring finger inside of your hole, revelling at how you clenched around him perfectly, maintaining the pace and frequency of his circular strokes on your nub. he listens intently to how you respond under his touch, he exhales shakily with every motion and he works you open like it’s his job; it’s almost as if he had been studying you in preparation to be in this exact position. the small flicks of his fingertips against your g spot send you reeling.
your whines sound more and more incoherent while he works on drawing out the best moans he can. “seung— fuck— need you inside…”
“can you handle it?” he asks you with a concerned look on his face.
“mm, i’ll try?”
straight away, his fingers exit your hole and leave your pussy feeling empty, much to your disappointment. you close your eyes. the unmistakable clink of his belt unbuckling and landing on the carpeted floor warrants you to stare up at your friend, who has you craving his dick after you never saw him in this light before. all that is visible is the underside of his chin and angular jaw, beads of sweat pooling from his temples and down the side of his face. from what little of his face you can see, his eyes are wide open, staring at the ceiling. one may mistake his fixation on the roof as blank or uninterested, but, judging by his winded breathing and repeated expletives under his breath, he’s more than engaged.
you peek down and his hand is pumping himself from the base to the middle of his shaft. he looks down at you, irises glazed over and mouth agape. he jerks harder upon looking at you. “y/n, yeah, stay just like that,”
you obey. seeing seungmin from this point of view was the last thing you thought you were going to see tonight. i mean, he looked good from behind when you would watch him make his coffees in the morning, all broad shoulders and stupidly good posture, he looked great each time you would bury your face in his chest while watching a scary movie, but this — this was the best sight by far. his tongue was sticking out of the corner of his mouth, dampening the corner of his lips and his chest was rising up and down so damn fast that it looked as though he had just run a marathon.
“spread your legs for me, jagi,” he gasps, his fingers finding your slit and spreading your wet around the outside of your pussy.
you oblige, letting him inch his way forward but not before stopping him just before he was about to enter. “wait, uhm…”
“what is it?” he applies ministrations your exposed hip gently, bringing his face close to yours, giving you the ability to smell the scent his musky cologne.
“it’s just- i— maybe you do just the tip?”
something like quiet acceptance flashes across his face and he sends you a smile meant to coax you into comfort. “as long as you want it,”
you’re not sure what you feel first: it’s either your own heat swelling to a fever pitch when you feel his head against it or his lips, which are just as warm and just as wet, on your forehead giving you a kiss. when he pulls back, he’s easing the tip of his cock into you. either way, both overwhelm you simultaneously, making your head feel like it's been inflated full of helium and the only thing keeping you from floating away is his grasp on your hip.
the feeling is neither painful nor satisfying yet — you just feel full. it’s not exactly a foreign feeling, since seungmin had a tendency to bring familiarity to any situation, no matter whether or not you had been placed in that situation, but the air feels thicker than it did a minute ago.
"there you are- you're so tight, fuck- feel good?" you can tell he's trying to stay calm, but his wide-eyed stare gives him away and he has somehow managed to find you behind your eyes and bring your fuzzy vision back into focus.
you manage a strained mhm.
“god, fuck,” his breathing becomes more unstable, bringing the head of his dick inside and out of your hole. “i don’t know…”
“don’t know what?”
“if i can live up to what you want,” he crawls and flanks both sides of your naked body with his arms.
unexpectedly, he inches himself in slower, causing you to grab his forearms in discomfort, bordering pain. “seung— what the—? fuck, seungmin, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
upon feeling his member against your walls, sliding in at an excruciatingly slow pace, tears well up in the corners of your eyes. you let out a yelp and look down, his dick halfway inside of your pussy, writhing his arms in your grasp.
“i’m sorry, you said just the tip…” he pauses without knowing, pushing the rest of his length inside of you and bottoming out with a chesty grunt. “but i couldn’t help it, baby,”
despite being roommates, the arrangement was purely platonic — sans a few hugs that lingered too long and a number of incidents where you’d kiss him on the cheek or he’d do the same to your forehead. but now, in this moment, whatever ‘friendship’ you both agreed upon in the beginning was nullified, six feet below ground and five inches buried inside of your pussy; there was no way turning back.
the weirdest part was you didn’t even care.
your mind went completely blank. the only thing that could register was those lips of his, stained with the dirt of his ‘betrayal’ because, the truth is, you didn’t give a single fuck about him going against your ‘just the tip’ bullshit. maybe, just maybe, there was a part of you that actually wanted that, but forget the niceties, you were happier that he was fully inside you now rather than just sticking in the tip.
“you okay?”
“i…i think i am?” you barely make a sound with your voice, stumbling over every syllable.
“no, please, don’t lie,”
he pulls out slightly, leaving your sweet spot in desperate need of whatever his dick was doing to you a few seconds prior.
“seung,” you begin, hands reaching out towards his bangs, damp from the sweat, sweeping them up and away from his face to the best of your ability. “need you,”
his gaze softens. like a person taking pity on a stray animal in the street, he takes one of his own hands to the side of your face and tucks your hair behind one ear, then the other. seungmin always had this habit - fixing you up when you looked scruffy, as he always put it - but this gesture would now forever be tied to this specific point in time and thus ruined.
he pushes himself back inside of you, fully, much like the first time but more reluctant, as evidenced by his attentive facial expression: his lips are parted and it seems all of the blood has rushed to his ears and cock in equal parts since the former has flushed a light pink and the latter throbbing while beginning to grind against your insides in a steady rhythm.
one thing that you underestimated without realising was how loud he was going to be. i mean, he was pumping his cock in and out of you as though you were going to disappear and he only had a few minutes to finish, but you thought he could handle it. after all, it was very clear that this was not his first time. even if you couldn’t feel or see what he was doing, seungmin was open, whether it was him directly telling you or your shared wall telling you in real time in the early hours of the morning.
he’s moaning so loud that it sounds pornographic, his vocal cords straining and his jugular vein very much visible and popping out of his neck. his hips stutter with every movement, desperately trying to hold back and prolong his own orgasm to see you crumble. needless to say, you were very close yourself anyways.
with his thrusts growing more sloppy, he looks you straight in the eye. “you like that? fucking like that, pup?”
you nod, fucked-out expression on your face, bright pink cheeks and all. then it hits you.
“min, i need to finish, please…please!” you plead, approaching your unforeseen high since you could have sworn that the familiar feeling you get before you finish wasn’t present until you looked up at him, impatiently biting his lip while continuing to ogle your breasts.
when you say this, his face lights up. he smirks, low chuckle bubbling out from his throat and into the thickening air of the living room. he bends down and presses his forehead to yours, haphazardly finding your lips by way of lapping up the drool pooling from the edges of your mouth.
he swears once more under his breath and goes straight to pounding you mercilessly, christening your slit with his precum two pumps later but he still handles himself enough to delay his finish.
“you gonna be a good girl and cream for me, hm?”
he pulls back between kissing you to inhale the remaining pockets of air still available in the heat of the room. reaching down, he feels up your pussy, finally finding your bud and forcefully applying pressure to it, swollen and aching.
“show me what you got, c’mon jagi,”
you’re so damn close.
“seungmin, i’m gonna cum,” you cry, frenzied thrusts creating loud slapping sounds each time he comes down on you.
he mumbles something unintelligible but gets louder as he keeps speaking. “tell me then, who’s about to make you cum?”
he flicks your clit and pinches it between his index and ring finger, allowing his middle finger to concentrate its strength on sending you over the edge: and it does.
“tell me baby,” he resumes his thrusts to the tempo at which the words are coming out of his mouth. “who are you thinking about?”
you hold onto his back, unable to push the sound out of your throat, so you murmur: “you.”
although you’ve already closed your eyes, you guess that he’s smiling like crazy to himself, seeing you all weak under him. “say my name,”
“seung…seung…!”
“i’ll wait all day if i have to,” he (literally) grinds to a halt, suspending almost all of the pleasure you were getting minus his hand on your clit.
“seungmin,” you shudder.
“fuck, say it again,”
he begins to pick the pace back up from where he left off, setting a brutal rhythm, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. if your face wasn’t enough confirmation, you gasp, “holy shit— seungmin!
“be a good girl and say it again,”
you repeat it over and over like a prayer. with each thrust of his length driving into your pussy, you fumble for more of his torso to hold onto, but there’s only so much you can do.
“this cunt is so fucking good,”
“fuck me harder— ah, seung, seungmin…”
“filthy little mouth of yours, saying my name like you’re addicted to this cock… i bet you will be when i’m done with you,”
for the fifteenth time since you’ve started, you wonder if this is even happening.
“but i’d be a hypocrite if i said i wouldn’t feel that way about you, y/n,”
those words alone send you hurtling over the edge, your peak catapulting you into the atmosphere, the unforgiving warmth rising in crescendo. seungmin’s hips buck after another few pounds into your pussy, you feel a twitch one second and the next he’s spilling his hot seed into your womb. he fucks it into you, whispering sweet nothings as he practically collapses on top of you for a few moments, burying his cock into your sopping cunt.
silence fills the air and is intermittently interrupted by your whines and his muttering, buttery smooth, tone so sweet and hypnotic that the current placement of your bodies on one another feels inescapable. you’re still clamping down on seungmin’s dick like a vice when he makes a half-hearted attempt to ease himself out, but he gives up for a millisecond. finally, he pulls out, his base and all the way up his shaft an angry red.
subdued by the pleasure you stay put as he brings his briefs back up and ties the drawstring of his sweatpants. your eyes flutter shut for just a moment, but a warm palm behind your head guides you to an upright position. seungmin takes one of the cushions that was shoved to the floor in the heat of the situation and puts it behind your head.
he shoots you a smile, familiar and gentle. “wait here, i’ll get you some water, stay.”
not long after he’s walked out of the room, he returns, glass of water in hand and a small towel thrown over his shoulder. you get up slowly, frail legs shaking at the knee, but seungmin shakes his head in his distinct seungmin way and cups his hand under your chin while he lets you take small sips from the cup.
“y/n, i hope this doesn’t change how you see me,”
you’re uncertain of what emotion you feel after he says that. relieved, maybe a tad bit disappointed, you reply, “nothing would change that, minnie, believe me,”
“is it weird to take back what i just said?”
“what?”
he sighs, laying a blanket over your body and tucking himself in next to you. “i just mean that…”
“i want something to change. in a way that may ruin whatever it is we had before and hopefully— like i swear to god if this goes wrong— replace it with something more?”
like a reflex, your mind goes back to a few seconds before to no moment in particular and you can’t help but bring up the elephant in the room. “are you asking me out, asshat?”
amused, he snickers and presses his nose into your hair.
“well, i wasn’t exactly expecting a ‘wow, i’d love to go out on a date with you, my sweet handsome roommate kim seungmin’, but i guess i’ll take it,”
he starts to slip his hand under the blanket and wipes your inner thighs clean when you retort. “i didn’t even say yes,”
his eyes roll so far back into his head you’re scared that they’ll stay stuck there.
“hearing you say those words is no different than if you were to start running around this apartment waving flags around naked,”
“you know me so well—”
“—asshat,” he cuts you off cheekily.
you open your mouth to protest, but he interrupts once more.
“oh but you love it, don’t you, jagi?”