“what was that? sounded like someone was begging,” his smirk was infuriating. you wanted to smack it off his face before kissing him for a century. the passion and fury in your body was always on fire around seungmin. all he did was infuriate you and yet with a single word you wanted to fuck him.

you fisted at his sweater and grunted into your clenched teeth. the dimmed lights of the university library did nothing to hide his beautifully annoying face. that smirk was revolting - you loved it. “i don’t beg.” he squeezed the thigh that was partially around his body, pushing his cock further inside. not enough, just the slightest kiss in you body that made you whine without thought.

it was humiliating how only the slightest of movements from him could leave you a pathetic pet in his hold. you clenched around him and rolled your hips toward him, begging for the friction he kept denying you. “then it seems we may be stuck here for a while.” you weren’t a fool. you could see the beads of sweat on his forehead and feel the twitch of his cock inside you.

seungmin wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. but his stupid ego wouldn’t allow it. neither did yours, but that wasn’t the issue. he was. stupid fucking kim seungmin. must he always destroy your life? “are you saying that you can’t fuck me properly then?”

“not at all. if i wanted to fuck you i would.” the hand beside your face tensed into the wall slightly. you wanted to kiss and suck on the fingers as the veins protruded. stupid fucking seungmin. he was even able to get that same reaction from you by just holding a pen.

you tried to take him further but seungmin quickly halted your hips. you were sure it took all his willpower to hold back his laughter at the predicament. “then why is your dick in me?”

“what the actual fuck?”

it wasn’t his fault! jisung knew that it wasn’t his fault he had been seduced. his hand tightened in the dirty panties, clutching it further over his erection. your eyes did nothing to help. all he wanted was to keep humping the underwear while you spewed insults at him.

he was such a filthy filthy roommate. using your underwear to get off? leaking as you watched him do it? his glasses got all foggy as his face flushed, it wasn’t his fault your power over him was so strong!

“please tell me those aren’t…” he whined and rutted his hips upward into his arm. The delicious friction of cotton along his cock had drool spilling from the corner of his lovedrunk smile. “holy fuck, don’t continue!”

you were so close. even with his spot on the floor, he could see your legs so close to him. he puked himself closer, head rested on your shoes. drool slipped onto the matieral as you continued to stare at him in shock. so close. he felt on fire under your gaze. “ ‘s not my fault,” he felt like he was dreaming when your hand, cold cold hand, touched his forehead with a sigh, “need you so bad.”

“bad enough you’ll steal my underwear,”

he moaned and leaned into your touch. you joined him on the floor, knees rested beside his fallen head and your hands on his skin. he felt addicted to the touch. he wanted more. needed more. fuck, the edge of his limit approached him. it waited on his tongue as he fucked his hand in desperation.

so close. you were touching him. your sweet smile and the alluring scent of your body wash made his eyes roll back. wasn’t his fault. it wasn’t. you were too perfect. too good to him. way too nice. he was always gonna want you.