LIGHTS OFF: winter
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pairing: non-idol!o.de x fem!reader | fuckboy!o.de x fem!reader
genre: smut w/ plot, light angst ( 18+ ) » 12.3k words
you’re at your classmates’ place to work on a group project, but when the power suddenly goes out, you and the campus’ heartthrob start getting bored, cold and a lot more cozy
contains: college au, slice of life, sub!reader, protected sex, overstimulation (f!rec), oral sex (f!rec), squirting, praise kink, hickeys (f!rec), car sex, pet names, light choking, alcohol consumption, hook-ups, jealousy; they both try to stay away from each other and fail
One thing you truly dislike about your professor is that he refuses to let students choose their own partners for group projects. If he did, you wouldn’t be here right now - at Seungmin’s place, practically begging for a crumb of his attention.
“Can you focus for just a moment, please?” You press fingers to your temples, exhaustion already creeping in even though you’ve been working for barely twenty minutes.
The blank word document glares at you as the relentless clicking of Seungmin’s thumbs on his phone fills the room.
“Yea… I’m listening,” he murmurs, tossing you a quick glance that proves he isn’t listening.
“To what? We haven’t even started discussing anything yet.”
“Okay, okay.” he locks his phone and puts it on the table with overplayed commitment. “I’m all yours, babe.”
“Don’t call me that.” You roll your eyes and shuffle through your notes. “Let’s divide everything into parts. You work on one, I work on another. That way it will be quicker and easier for both of us.
“Sounds good.”
He drums his fingers against the table while you organise the notes, the rhythm quietly fraying your patience as you do so. You can feel his gaze on the side of your face, and heat blooms on your cheeks before you can stop it. You’re sitting closer than you realised.
You slide a stack of papers toward him. “This is for you.”
He immediately sighs dramatically, staring down at the workload like he’s just been handed a death sentence. He opens his laptop only to look away from the screen when his phone buzzes again.
The screen lights up with another notification. Another message. Then, almost instantly after - one more.
You know it’s rude. It’s none of your business. However, curiosity gets the better of you. You slightly shift, just enough to get a glimpse of what keeps stealing his attention. You catch only a flash of a red heart emoji, but the name disappears before you can read it.
Hardly surprising. Seungmin’s reputation around campus is a popular topic of discussion, making it loud and clear that girls take up most of his time and interests.
He types a reply, lips quirking as he reads whatever comes back. A smirk forms on his face, and you force yourself to look away when his brows raise at you. The look lasted a second, but it was enough for you to notice there’s a different glow in his eyes.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, shoving his phone in the pocket of his sweats.
Great. Looks like you’re working on this project by yourself.
As his tall figure slips around the corner your mind strays against your will - to all the stories girls whispered about him, and all the stories your friends have told you about him. Some conspiratorial, some controversial, some boasting, some… pure filth. None of them left an impression on you then. But now, sitting here, watching the reality of his habits unfold right in front of you… it’s impossible not to wonder just how much of it is true.
After he returns, the question jumps out of your mouth on its own.
“Who are you texting?”
“A chick,” he replies, right as the phone buzzes again.
“Of course.” You nod, once and slow.
He sinks back into his seat and opens the chat. Whatever he sees makes his lips curl into a grin, sharper and playful. Then, without saying anything, he angles the screen toward you.
Your eyes widen - you bring a hand to cover them, but it’s too late. You saw everything of the explicit picture.
“Jesus, Seungmin!” You scowl. “I didn’t ask.”
He laughs amused. “You asked who I’m texting literally a second ago.”
“I was asking about her name not her boobs.”
“Aren’t you a prude,” he snickers, placing his phone on the table before leaning forward casually.
“I’m not a prude for simply not being interested in random strangers’ body parts.”
You drag the cursor on the computer screen, but you don’t even know what exactly you are searching for. The air around you is tightening and it’s distracting. Your mind fogs up from sudden, unwelcomed questions.
Did he go to the bathroom to take a dick pic?
“When was the last time you saw some?” His voice dips a notch with suspicion. “In real life, sweetheart. Was it too long ago?”
Before you can scold him, the apartment suddenly plunges into sudden darkness. The lights go off.
“Shit, no way.” he cusses, looking around. “The power’s out.”
Honestly… good timing.
He grabs his phone to switch on the flashlight.
“It’s getting dark already,” you murmur, stepping to the window.
Outside, snow drifts down in lazy spirals, thickening the afternoon. In half an hour or so the white view will turn pitch black. By the looks of it, the lights are out in the whole area. Every house, every apartment sits dark and hollow - there are no flickering lamps, no warm squares of lights.
“Wait, hold on!” His voice echoes from the small kitchen. “Found one! I think it’s my roommate’s.”
He reappears with a candle and sets it on the coffee table to light it. A small flame blossoms, trembling.
The two of you settle on the couch as the warm glow spreads across your scattered notes. It’s quiet, too quiet almost; the shift in the setting suddenly makes it too… unusual, weirdly too intimate for a school project.
You thought about going home, but your roommates have two more hours of classes. The thought of sitting alone in your dark apartment with no internet only makes you sink deeper into the couch.
At least here you have Seungmin. Strangely, this feels like the better choice.
Without the AC, it doesn’t take long for the temperature to drop. You tuck your legs tight against your chest, wrapped in a blanket.
Seungmin drops his notebook onto the table with a sigh. Then, he shifts, adjusting his own blanket that’s draped over his shoulders; his black hoodie is pulled over his dark hair.
“Do you want another blanket?” He asks.
“No, thanks. I’m good for now.”
The silence folds over you again, and as a minute goes by, you find yourself thinking back to his earlier question, how he tossed it so casually.
As though he can sense what’s circling your mind, Seungmin speaks up from the opposite corner of the couch.
“Soo…” his voice lowers, intrigued. “When was the last time you hooked up with someone?”
You lift your gaze slowly to glare at him. “Why don’t we talk about the project instead?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t be such a downer,” he whines softly. “That’s all we’ve done for the past hour and a half. Let’s give our brains a well deserved break.”
He’s right, your mind does start to feel a bit bleary. But does every conversation with him have to revolve around sex?
“Two weeks ago?” He guesses, eyebrows lifted. When your expression stays still, he frowns. “A month? No? Wow, more than a month? Two months?”
“Yes,” you snap. “It’s been over two months. Can you stop overreacting now?”
“Damn… That’s tough.”
“For you,” you point out, shrinking deeper into the blanket, like it’s going to prevent him from seeing your self-consciousness.
If you just take a second to glance his direction, you’d see that he’s watching you with an expression that’s not simply teasing. Truthfully, it’s something else entirely.
“I’m just surprised, because you’re hot.”
Your heart skips a beat as you look up like you’ve just been struck by a lightning. You search for any small hints that may reveal if he’s just messing with you. But you only see the faint glow catching on the curve of his jaw, softening his features in unfamiliar ways.
“What about you?” you ask to deflect.
He huffs out a breath, not answering.
“When was the last time you hooked up with someone?” you add, tilting your head.
His eyes dart toward the ceiling. “This morning?”
You almost choke on air. “Are you joking?”
He chuckles, curling one finger against the bridge of his nose. “Kidding. Uhm… two days ago.”
You stare at him, and he stares back. Then, he shifts, blanket slipping from his shoulders.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he questions, half-defensive, half-amused.
“You judged me for my two months.” you mutter. If he finds out it’s been actually longer than that… “Meanwhile, you literally—”
“C’mon, two months?” his eyes widen theatrically. “Are you on a cleanse or something?”
“Stop!” You throw a crumpled note at him; it quickly bounces off his knee.
“Sex is like cardio, you know,” he grins, slow and maddeningly charming. “Endorphins and all.”
“I’m sticking to yoga for now.”
“I could teach you different forms of flexibility too,” he says, leaning back with a deeper smirk.
You groan quietly, unable to ease your heartbeat. “We’re never going to finish our project.”
“We can’t finish it until the power comes back, anyway. Might as well have fun.”
The room goes quiet again as you hold your breath, attempting to feign calmness. “Fun doesn’t always require flirting.”
“What does flirting mean to you?” he asks, smirk fading just a little; making it seem like he’s genuinely interested in hearing the answer.
Your lips part, but then close again as you finally keep your eyes on him for longer than two seconds. “Is this a serious question?”
He nods, looking almost thoughtful. “Yeah.”
Your gaze flickers briefly to his lap where his thumb rubs along his knuckles.
“Flirting is… “ The words hover on your tongue as you keep your eyes lowered. “When you want to feel close to someone… close enough to say anything that crosses your mind without worrying what they might think of you.”
A small crease appears between Seungmin’s brows before it relaxes. “Wow. You’re such a bookworm.”
“You know what I mean,” you murmur, fighting back a grin as you catch the curve of his mouth.
Seungmin shifts forward a little, shoulders loosening as his eyes stay fixed on you. Something in his still attention makes your pulse stutter.
“No, I do,” he speaks quieter, “I do.”
A faint hitch in your breath betrays you once his warmth is suddenly even closer.
For the first time since you got here you and him lock eyes - in that steady, thrilling way; where you’re trying to figure out if the other person could be thinking the same thing as you.
Seungmin is surprised. He really is. You have sex appeal that’s impossible to not spark a guy’s interest; you also have intriguing eyes - somehow coy and self-assured at the same time.
Maybe you haven’t met the right one to handle you.
Quiet, but certain, he slips a hand beneath your blanket, searching until his fingertips find the bare skin of your ankle; the touch is feather light, electrifying your nerves.
“Seungmin…” you utter, surprised at how your voice slips so breathy.
He lifts his eyes, the candlelight catching them just right. “I like the way you say my name.”
His hands attach to your hips, removing the blanket away from your legs; but even before that gravity was already pulling you toward him. They guide you without hurrying as you swing a leng over him to settle into his lap.
The realisation of what you’re about to do sweeps through you the moment you’re face to face, close enough to exchange breaths. You’re slipping into trouble… but also into a want that’s been building steadily - maybe from the second you walked into his apartment today. Or perhaps it began before that… the day you first saw him in the lecture hall.
“I can help you out, sweetheart,” he murmurs, soft and alluring, leaning in with the assistance of your fingers that move on the sides of his neck. “I can make you feel good in ways no one ever has.”
The next thing you realise is that you don’t mind doing this at all.
Seungmin’s discreet smirk disappears the second your mouths crash against one another.
You can’t tell who went for it first; all you could register is how consuming the thrill is. The taste he brings you when he swiftly pushes his tongue. The experienced, but not overwhelming, dance of his lips leading yours. The fact there’s no build up - the rhythm is quick and luscious from the start and it only keeps magnifying.
A small gasp for air escapes you the second your lips detach only to meet again immediately after.
At the same time, Seungmin’s touch tightens, precisely moving you forward, again and again. The warm friction makes both of you groan quietly into each other’s mouths.
You hold onto his shoulders, body rocking slowly, following the pace his hands create.
Even faster heat ripples through you once your jeans get unbuttoned, your shirt - tossed away. Your nerves go wild the more of your skin is exposed, but the way Seungmin’s eyes darken from lust as he leans into your neck, melts all of your worries. Instead, kiss by kiss, they’re replaced by a new wave of adrenaline.
With a steady grip on your bare waist, he takes his time in exploring the taste of your skin; licking and sucking until there’s a scarlet mark blooming on the sensitive surface below your ear. His erection throbs demandingly every time you moan softly.
Your sweet sounds in addition to your steady grinding turns him more and more eager to already move his mouth in other places of your body.
“Damn,” he breathes out, slowly looking up at you, “you already made me so hard, pretty. What am I gonna do?” His lips twitch teasingly as he unclips your bra with a single, quick motion.
The lace falls to the ground.
Seungmin’s gaze takes in the view as the flickering candle throws a warm glow over your beautiful breasts, his hands travel up your sides right away, unable to resist the touch.
You feel vulnerable but more than that - empowered by the hunger in his expression.
His palms squeeze, fingertips praising silently as they sink into your tender flesh; gently yet insistently like they’re unable to let go.
“You’re so sexy,” he mutters, voice breathy and tense. He leans forward, letting his tongue get another taste of your neckline through a long, warm stripe. “I can only imagine how many of your friends secretly fantasise of you at night.”
Your body temperature rises higher, your head falls back. The way he circles your nipples, the words he speaks… they cause your breathing to grow thicker.
Your one hand shifts, skimming lightly across the prominent bulge in his sweatpants.
“Feel it if you want,” he encourages before planting an open mouthed kiss to your throat. Before you can say anything, his lips capture yours. Then, when your fingers apply some pressure, he lets out a small groan, heating you up further.
“Seungmin—” your voice trembles on the edge of undeniable relish.
He hums, before telling you smoothly: “Take these off for me, baby.”
He waits for you to stand on your feet before he rises to strip from his own clothes.
Warm, dizzy and almost completely naked now, you return on the couch.
The sight of his fit stomach steals your breath before you even realise you’re staring. He’s all lean muscle, the kind that shows how much he takes care of his body. A tattoo rests near his ribs, easy to miss unless you’re this close. He’s about to lower himself over you when your hands lift with curiousity, fingers brushing the firm lines of his abs.
“Here, wear this.” He slips the black hoodie over your head before you can protest. “It’s too cold, and as much as I love looking at your tits, baby… I’m not letting you shiver.”
If you didn’t feel tipsy woozy from his earlier kisses than you do now - as the hood settles behind your neck, and his scent, new and stimulating, wraps around you like a second skin. The warmth trapped in the fabric steeps into your bones, softening every goosebump.
When he slides fingers under the hem of your panties, you lift your hips enough so he can drag them down.
As if he can feel the way your pulse quickens, his hands remain lingering gently at your sides, steadying you as he settles comfortably between your thighs.
“Already wet for me,” he murmurs low, dragging a finger between your folds; there’s a glistening slickness that makes his mouth water. Biting on his lip, he spreads your pussy lips apart, exhaling delighted by the view. “Pretty… Don’t even need to spit.”
Your tone weakens when you plead; even his breathing caressing your skin overwhelms you. The knot of heat inside you twists as his digit slides up to your clit slowly - you can’t take it anymore.
“Seungmin, please…”
“Please what, baby?” he teases.
“Touch me, please..” you plead, feeling more warmth flooding your core. And he’s not doing anything except moving his finger up and down in a maddening speed. Dismissing his low chuckling, you move your hips in sheer desperation. “Fuck—”
“You haven’t been touched in a long, long time, baby.” He notes seductively, sliding hands beneath the hoodie to press you down. “Now, stay still for me.”
He starts slow. Licking your clit with a gentle tongue, he lets you get used to the forgotten sensation. Gradually, the delicate stripes evolve into teasing circles that go around your bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure.
Your fluttering chest begins to rise faster as he focuses on the movements that have your mewling louder. His hands shift under the clothing, sending you playful thrills through his metal accessories.
“O-oh… Fuck, right there—” you moan ecstatic, fingers gripping on the long cotton sleeves. “Feels amazin’, oh my god…”
It’s been so long since somebody touched you intimately. But you would’ve remembered the feeling if it was remotely close to this, right?
Seungmin slurps blissfully on your candy-like essence. At this point he is painfully hard, he can barely contain the urge to rub himself against the couch; your rising moans make it even harder to resist.
You sound so aroused, so tumultuous, so close. He can feel your stomach clenching beneath his palm. To check if he’s right, he slips his index finger inside you - your walls instantly suck him in, and he pushes his middle one next.
Your chain of moans shatters once his tongue returns to your clit; he moves it swiftly, occasionally sucking it through his soft, slick lips, wanting to push you further to the edge as you go tighter.
Your body begins to roll against his face, but what leads to him finally swallowing the shame of humping the cushion is the way you chant his name - loud, recklessly, pressing his head closer.
“Seungmin—f-fuck, I’m—” You squeal, choking on your next breath.
A wave of pleasure you never felt before washes over you, causing your fingers to pull harshly on a few strands of hair. When the stars before your eyes slowly vanish, your grip loosens and you blink towards the ceiling, lightheaded.
Slightly embarrassed by your desperate actions, you hurry to remove your hand away.
“Hadn’t tasted such a sweet cunt in a long time,” he says, kissing the inner side of your thigh. “I’m already obsessed, sweetheart...”
You can’t hold his gleaming gaze for long - he crawls up your body, leaning down for an open mouthed kiss. His hand lifts to your neck, grip calmly resting around it; the erotic nature of it has you mewling against his lips.
Both of your mouths are now stained, glistening with a mix of arousal and spit.
You lower a hand to his boner, still trapped in a pair of Calvin Klein. The wet spot you stumble upon catches you off guard - you didn’t expect to see him so turned on considering how often he gets laid.
His forehead rests against yours. Then, the husky unfamiliar change of his voice gives you a burst of shivers. “Do you want it?”
You nod - too quickly, too needy, but you don’t care.
“Why don’t you talk to me, baby?” his thumb swipes along your puffy lips. “Wanna hear your sexy voice, it turns me on...”
Before you can answer, he pulls away to take off his boxers. You follow his silhouette around the room, and the realisation that every single part of his body is crazy attractive slowly sinks into your fuzzy mind as he returns with a condom.
“It’s alright, I’ll get those words out of you.” He teases quietly as he stares down, rolling the rubber onto his length.
You don’t realise how shamelessly you’re staring until he’s back on the couch with hands adjusting your knees.
“Like what you see?” he locks eyes with you, grip lowering his cock. A small sigh slips from his parted lips when he starts spreading your slickness up and down, not entering you just yet.
Not a moment later, his phone begins to ring. He reaches out to grab it, quickly turning the sound off.
You can make a good guess about who might be calling.
“Did she?” you tease back.
However, your playfully curved lips drastically transform into an oh once he pushes his tip through your small entrance.
He cusses quietly, forcing another inch through your warm walls; they stretch slowly, and it feels striking.
“Your answer is the one that matters, baby.” He replies - confident and quick as he always knows exactly what to say. Then, he squeezes his eyes shut; the indescribable tightness causes him to repress a thick groan. “You’re so freaking tight, fuck—I can’t believe it…”
“I like what I see…” you say at once, unintentionally forcing his gaze on you.
He holds his vision upon your face - you already wear that fucked out, hazy glow, the one he’s painted on numerous girls before. He’s seen it many times. But on you… it hits different - brighter, hungrier. It’s a kind of radiance that knocks the balance out of him. He feels almost drunk on the way you look back at him.
His hand grabs a handful of the hoodie, exposing parts of your waist. It’s big on you, and that turns him on even more.
“Fuck, baby…” his fist tightens as he forces his hips forward again. “Don’t look at me like that,” he murmurs, like his patience is hanging by a thread.
“I like what I feel too,” you mutter before whining; you’re unaware how you still manage to form words with the kind of stretch you’re experiencing right now.
It was easier when you stayed quiet. Seungmin’s fist remains tight and strong, arm veins emphasised, like it takes everything in him not to push himself in one go. “Me too, baby… you take it so well, look at you.”
“I…” you stutter, distracted by the growing warmth, by the squelching erupting with each precise push. “I need more… more, please. Go faster.”
Seungmin’s eyes earn a delighted spark as he shoots you a glance before inserting the last bit of his throbbing size.
Your jaw drops - with a single glide, he hits a spot, deep and staggering, that you never knew of before.
He forces his hips faster, picking up the rhythm. He moves freely now, hissing getting lost by the lewd clashing of skin against skin. “Holy shit—you feel amazing.”
You take him with such ease; the arousal drips out of you, making the condom feel non existent. In no time, he positions your legs over his shoulders, perfecting his angle. His pants escape his mouth, hot and heavy, matching his strong thrusts.
Until he rests his weight on top of you, trapping you between his muscled arms; breath fanning your flushed face that looks even more marvelous under the mellow, golden light.
Your hands automatically find his broad shoulders. Enjoying the feel of his muscles flexing underneath your touch, you watch his expression sharpen with concentration - his hips revive their pace, but then, provoked by the way your fingers drop to his bicep, nails sinking roughly, they start to move quicker than a moment ago.
“You like it rough, sweetheart?” He asks, pinning his gaze upon your parted lips.
“I… I-” you choke, scratching his skin as you try to hold onto his frame; you feel like you’re about to melt. “I think so...”
Your words come out more like a question, than a response, but your face says it all. Your pussy squeezing him almost violently says enough too.
“Tsk, poor pretty girl,” he coos, swiftly pushing your knees to your chest; your feet almost reach your face, and the thrill of his cock sinking further leaves you breathless. “I don’t think you’ve ever been properly fucked before.”
Every next hit lands perfectly at your g-spot. You swallow, wanting to tell him to not slow down even for a second, but every word gets stuck into your throat.
“Ah, fuck—“ his groans shake slightly as your walls grip dangerously tight. “Cum for me, baby. Go ahead, cum for me again…”
Your eyes roll back, vision turning white. Seungmin’s movements become sluggish as he savours every second of your climax that buzzes through you until you’re squirming.
Your nails dragging down his back in stinging lines is what brings him back to his senses and his dazed eyes slowly open.
“Good girl,” his dominant hand grips your face, and he gives you a single, but long and dizzying kiss. “Now come here.”
He commands you in that kind, caring manner of his that you so easily got used to. But… you sense a new, darker note beneath it.
Your legs are unsteady as you crawl toward the far end of the couch, breath still tangled in your throat.
Seungmin watches every movement with hungry focus, letting you come to him at your own pace. The moment you reach the opposite armrest, his hands slide around your waist, turning you around, then guiding your hips over the cushioned edge.
“I can stay in this pretty pussy all night,” he mutters in awe, sinking fingers into your butt cheeks to spread you open.
A weak, almost howling, sound escapes you as soon two of his fingers invade your entrance in need to feel you still throbbing for him. You feel a faint grazing against your skin, coming from the rough edges of his rings as he pumps his curved digits deeply.
Just when you tear up, he pulls them out, leaving a wet trail behind.
“Doing so well,” he praises you, landing a firm hand on your ass. Then, he invites his cock back inside you; one unexpected push that pulls a surprised yelp from your throat.
This new position provides a perfect angle to your sweet spot. He already has it memorised, so he speeds the pace immediately with skilled movements. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby… keep taking it, just like that.”
The rhythm turns lewd, furious. Soon, you zone out from the overstimulation, unable to comprehend his words, not even his elevating moans. The cushions begin to soak with your arousal as your clit rubs against the rough furniture surface; it’s getting red and swollen, but the pleasure rises regardless.
“God, feels so… s-so good…”
You’re not sure your voice comes out steady enough, but you need to let him know.
Seungmin gnaws on his bottom lip, the jiggly motions of your ass urging him to mark it with his cum right there and then. But he holds back, and focuses on your sweet whimpers instead.
Eventually, he leans slightly forward, one hand traveling up your heated spine. He finds the back of your neck and presses fingers against your throat. This time, he allows you to feel some of his strength, showing you how limiting your oxygen, even just a little, can bring you faster to an orgasm.
“Moan my name, baby.” He says, hearing you stumble on your whimpers. “You sound so hot when you moan my name like a little slut.” He does not loosen his grip, he keeps it there, deliberate and warm, as the burning knot, equally intense in both your bodies, pulses. “Let me hear you, or I’m fuckin’ pulling out.”
“U-uh… Seung—“
You cannot find a way to say the rest of the letters.
But it’s not needed. The second Seungmin gets the smallest taste of you suffocating on his name, the powerful climax shoots through his veins, and he manages to move his hand into your hair; he takes a handful of it, tugging at the roots while his cum spills inside the condom.
When his mind clears enough to step back, the same hand lifts and spanks your ass - once, twice. Then, some more, making your skin sting excitedly as you lay obedient.
When he stops, his lips slide discreetly. “Don’t tell me you thought I’ll just leave you like that,” he smirks, pushing two slim fingers through your sore walls.
Once he starts pumping them speedily, hitting that spot exactly the way you need it, you feel like you’re about to slip from the couch. His hand slams steadily against you, making you quiver as the wet, pornographic noise doubles. “Seungmin… ‘m gonna—“
Seconds later, with jaw stiff from so much wailing, the pressure bursts and your body convulses.
Seungmin gasps lowly, keeping his wrist moving up and down, as you clench around his fingers, transparent juices spraying all over the cushion. “Holy shit… yeah, baby, let it out.” His cock instantly twitches upwards, getting hard again at the sight of your arousing squirt.
When the lights blink back to life, the jumble of emotions washes over you like cold water down your spine. In the sudden clarity your chest flutters with something you cannot explain.
All of the stories about Oh Seungmin are true. All of the whispered rumors; every warning you brushed off when your friends learned he’d been assigned as your partner.
Now, you’re a part of them.
─── ❆
It’s the morning of the presentation.
Students shuffle into the lecture hall, many of them clutching flash drives and coffee cups.
You’re in your seat, rereading the same notecards over and over again, stomach twisting nervously. Exam season always turns you into a bouncing ball of nerves, even when you’re well prepared. On the other hand, Seungmin settles beside you with ease, as if it’s just another Tuesday. His thigh slightly brushes yours while he adjusts.
“You ready?” he asks casually, like you’re about to watch a movie at the cinema.
“Are you?” you shoot back, expecting a shrug or a joke for a reply.
But he only offers you a grin, quick, small and unreadable.
Two minutes later, the professor walks in. Your skittish eyes look everywhere except at him. Your heartbeat quickens with every step he takes toward the desk, and when he calls your names with his low, croaky voice, you stand on autopilot.
Seungmin leans in the tiniest bit, his whispering warm: “You’re gonna be great.”
The surprising gentleness of his tone is unexpectedly reassuring; for some reason walking to the front to face your least favorite professor doesn’t feel so nerve-racking anymore.
In around three minutes, the pressure inside you unwinds. You expected this to be chaos, to carry the whole thing yourself. But Seungmin isn’t doing so bad… trutfully, he’s doing great.
He stands next to you straight, but relaxed, hitting every point you begged him not to forget. His voice is smooth and articulate, and he cues the slides with perfect timing. When it’s your turn to speak, he doesn’t interrupt, not even once - he listens, nodding and anchoring his full attention on you.
Your pulse eases when you notice the professor smiling during your final conclusions. At one point, he even makes a joke, to which Seungmin responds with a polite curve of his lips.
When the class is over, you exhale in relief, gathering your notes with fingers no longer trembling. Seungmin slings his backpack over his shoulder, then leans down, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek.
“Told you.”
Before you can give him an answer or even a look in return, he’s already walking toward the door. It’s ridiculous - the way your whole body is humming from those two words of his alone.
You haven’t really seen each other since that day. You’ve only been passing glances in class, but you’ve done nothing that resembles a date. Not that you’re expecting one - everyone knows Seungmin doesn’t date. You’re not a fool to think you’d be his first exception.
Still… something about all of this troubles you. A part of you was hoping he’d text you to come over again, but you haven’t texted about anything that isn’t academic. It’s hard not to notice the way he’s trying to sweep this under the rug. And even harder not to wonder why.
Did he not enjoy it?
Was it bad? Boring?
It didn’t feel that way to you. You’re aware there are many girls who are much more exciting, more experienced; who know how to leave an impression… but still - why this distance?
Isn’t this what guys with his reputation do? Use you before they find someone better and move on? Are you seriously this forgettable?
Maybe it’s better this way. You don’t need the trouble and the inevitable gossip that come with his name anyway.
However, then, you feel it - the change in the air around you. For a moment it’s like you stepped into a spotlight you were not prepared for. But no, it’s just Seungmin’s orbit, the one that the entire campus seems to revolve around.
You feel the stares before you catch them; soft hushes come from three girls near the wall. You can’t hear their words, but you can guess the meaning. Their eyes flick between you and the doorway Seungmin just disappeared through.
He’s oblivious. Or maybe he truly doesn’t care. Maybe he’s lived with this kind of attention for so long that it barely registers as anything more than just background noise. But you’re not used to this, not at all.
You feel everything - the lingering eyes, the speculative smiles.
You knew rumors travel fast. But it seems like they travel even faster when Seungmin is involved.
Oh, wait. It’s not a rumor this time.
You and Seungmin do look at each other differently now. The candlelight, the heat of his mouth against yours, his hoodie. The press of his teeth at your neck - the tender spot you tried to conceal under ten minutes with foundation.
Your cheeks warm up, and you tug the collar of your jacket a little higher; an obvious, guilty motion. It feels like you’re announcing it to the entire room. Yes, I’m hiding something. Yes, it’s exactly what you think it is.
You leave the lecture hall, hoping the chatter will offer you some distraction.
“Hey!” A voice calls out, slightly breathless but familiar.
You turn as Taegyu from your economics class weaves his way toward you. He runs a hand through his black hair, eyes glinting with something between excitement and mischief.
“Glad I caught you,” he says, falling into step beside you as you head down the hall. “Listen, a bunch of us are throwing a party this Thursday. Last big one before winter break.” His grin widens. “Something like ‘congrats, you survived the semester!’ You should come, everyone’s going to be there.”
His tone is easy and friendly as usual… but his gaze? It flicks once to your collar - where the bruise you tried so hard to hide still feels warm on your skin, - and it lingers for a second longer.
Now, you know. His invitation isn’t random at all.
─── ❆
The party is a haze of neon lights and bass that pulses against your ribs. The air smells like beer, weed and winter air that keeps slipping through the door as more people arrive; they’re everywhere, crowded between doorframes and draped over furniture.
You and your friend enter as she squeales about how glad she is that you decided to come. She quickly vanishes into the kitchen, then returns with drinks. You accept the plastic red cup, hovering near a wall decorated in glowing string lights.
For a minute everything feels normal and festive. But the second your eyes find him, your heartbeat shifts its rhythm entirely.
He’s across the room, leaning against the arm of a couch, a bottle of beer dangling from his fingers. His head is tipped toward a girl, tall, with dark curls and a laugh beautifully blending with the music; her hand is resting on his forearm, and he… he’s smiling, easily and charming.
It’s absolutely ridiculous. It was one night. Just one. A mistake that resulted from hours of boredom.
It’s Seungmin, after all. The campus’ beloved fuckboy. The one who remembers the girls he kisses at parties only when it’s convenient.
You remind yourself of that but it still feels bitter. Maybe because the memory of his touch in the dark still feels warm and… real.
And yet, you haven’t talked about it even once.
You watch the girl laugh again, how she leans in, too close to be just friendly. All the way from here, you see his grin sharpening, his eyes narrowing to her lips - your stomach drops as if the floor crumbles beneath you. It’s all so intentional, so well rehearsed.
Ah, yes. There it is. Jealousy. Hot and humiliating.
You press your back lightly against the wall and lift your cup to take a sip from a cold, sweeter than you expect liquid. Then, a voice, low and warm, slips into your bubble.
“Wow, I’ve been in the country for four hours and I already run into the most beautiful girl at the party.”
You blink and see a guy standing a few feet away, one hand clutching a drink; a colorful skateboard illustrated on the front of his black t-shirt. His hair is slightly messy and his dark eyes are slightly hooded and dazed; there’s exhaustion that clings to his deep voice, but also something else... alcohol? Or maybe something a little stronger?
“Forgive me if I’m a little jetlagged,” he rasps, rubbing the back of his neck. “But honestly, when I walked in and saw you, I thought damn… thought I was hallucinating for a second.”
“Are you talking to me?” you ask, seeing him grin, sleepy yet charming.
“Unless there’s another gorgeous girl hiding behind you.” He steps forward, checking the empty space exaggeratedly. “Nope, just you.”
A soft laugh leaves your mouth and that causes the boy’s smile to stay a second longer. He leans a shoulder against the wall beside you, staring at the side of your face in a way that brings warmth to your skin.
“Excuse me if I’m a little too much, it’s been a long day.” He shoves a hand in his pocket before lifting his cup with the other one. “Jet lag makes me a little flirty.”
“So you’re not from here?”
“I study abroad.” He says, shifting his weight so he’s a little closer. “I arrived this afternoon and got invited by a friend. Didn’t expect my eyes to get so lucky on day one, though.”
Your pulse jumps with adrenaline; it’s an unexpected feeling but totally welcome on a night like this. And he’s really attractive too.
“I’m sure there are plenty of beautiful girls here,” you say eventually with lips curved softly, allowing your gaze to sweep over him. “You’ve barely been here.”
“Mm,” he nods casually, “I think I’ve been here long enough to know who I want to talk to first.”
God, he’s good.
Your heart flutters as you meet his eyes; they’re gleaming with lust in an effortlessly confident way. Maybe this is exactly what you need right now.
For a second, you just peer into his gaze silently. You haven’t flirted at a party since… well, it’s been longer than you’d like to admit. You follow with something you can’t go wrong - you tell him your name and ask for his.
“Jiseok,” he says. He extends his hand only to close fingers around yours.
The seconds pass, but Jiseok doesn’t pull away. He holds your hand, thumb brushing lightly over the back of it, slower than necessary. For some reason that subtle yet surprisingly intimate gesture steadies your pulse.
“We can finish the rest of our drinks somewhere more quiet,” he murmurs, leaning closer as a lazy smirk blooms on his face. “I think the bedroom upstair is still empty.”
Your lips part slightly to answer, but suddenly something presses against your chest.
You don’t want to respond to his gaze coming from across the living room, yet… you helplessly do.
It’s not a quick flicker of recognition, but a quiet contact that lasts long enough for your heart to momentarily stop working. Can he notice Jiseok’s hand on yours? Can he notice the way he’s leaning in, gaze fixated on your mouth? So close, you can feel the cold air trapped in his unzipped jacket. So intentional - if you tell him to kiss you, he won’t hesitate, he will do it instantly in front of everyone. You’re certain.
Can he notice you’re not looking at him the way you did last time you crossed paths on campus?
“So?” Jiseok lifts a brow, anticipating, “What do you say, babe?”
“Kiss me.”
It’s for fun - and a reminder: Seungmin isn’t the only one who can make you feel good.
─── ❆
The last day of the semester hums with that strange energy that settles over campus when everyone is already half-curled at home in their minds. The halls are emptier than usual, the air feels a little overwhelming. You… feel a little unfocused, still a little dizzy. You’re not hungover, just still caught in the memory of last night.
Jiseok keeps appearing in your thoughts - the heat of his mouth on your skin, his moans at your ear - but not in a complicated way that tangles your insides.
He’s an easy guy, straightforward and most importantly - he doesn’t vanish in silence; he doesn’t avoid communication.
Last night, in a stranger’s bedroom, he told you exactly what he wanted, and he let you say what you want back with no pressure, and no promises. At some point while you were putting your clothes back on he asked for your number, and you gave it without thinking. He grinned as he typed it in, and said you could text him when you’re back after the holidays. If you’re in the mood to have fun again, he said. It was casual and playful - no strings tugging at your ribs.
And there’s something thrilling about that… about letting a spark happen without thinking about what might happen next. About sharing one fun night without the weight of expectations. Maybe this is what everyone meant when they talked about the college experience - the freedom to dip into joy without asking it to turn into promises. You understand the appeal now.
But why… why doesn’t it feel the same with Seungmin? Why do you keep expecting something more from him? Something he clearly doesn’t know, and doesn’t want, to give?
Why can’t you want him with that same breezy detachment?
Speaking of him… when you walk out the lecture hall, you find him leaning against the wall as if he’s been there for a while, head bowed, gaze fixed on the floor until your footsteps reach him. Then, he straightens, settling his attention upon you with quiet intensity as his eyes lock with yours.
“Hey,” he greets you softer than you expect.
“Hi.” you clutch your notebook a little tighter, trying to swallow your surprise.
You hadn’t shared any classes today, and it seems like he hasn’t been waiting for anyone else.
He starts walking beside you without asking. You try not to look at him too much, but your body betrays you.
“So,” he murmurs, “you satisfied with our grade?”
“We got an A.”
“Yeah, true.” His mouth curves in self-assured way. “Just making sure you’re happy.”
You give him a look. “Shouldn’t you be the happy one? You winged half the presentation.”
He laughs and you feel something flinch inside you at the familiarity of it.
The noise of students fades behind you as the two of you push through the heavy doors, stepping into the whitened street. The wind slices through the air, brushing your cheeks, cold and crisp.
“So,” he draws out the word casually, “you had fun last night?”
“Mhm, yeah.” Your pulse lifts at the question as you pull your coat tighter. “The party was fine.”
“I saw you with someone,” he continues, watching the path ahead. “Didn’t know you were… branching out.”
You freeze mid-step. Just when he adds, still with that light, nonchalant tone that’s meant to be teasing, but only lands wrong:
“You make friends faster than I thought.”
Slowly, you turn to him, expression cooling by the second.
“Seriously?” you say, voice quiet but sharp enough to make his expression falter. “You of all people?”
His brows furrow; confusion or irritation it’s hard to tell. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re judging me,” you mutter incredulous. “You can sleep with whoever you want, every night cause that’s your thing apparently, but I kiss one guy, one, and you—”
Seungmin stops you with a tight jaw and a low, clipped: “I didn’t say it like that.”
“No, you did say it like that.”
He exhales hard through his nose, lifting his shoulders in a shrug so carefully neutral it feels like a slap in the face. “You can do whatever you want,” he says evenly. “You can flirt and kiss whoever you want. I was just making a conversation.”
“Right,” you scoff. “Because it’s totally okay for you to comment on who I flirt with.”
You turn before the frustration spills completely out of you, boots scuffing along the thin layer of snow as your steps quicken.
Behind you, he exhales, heavier this time. “Look, I didn’t mean it like that! Why are you getting mad?”
You don’t slow down nor do you look back. “Happy holidays, Seungmin.” You say sharply, indicating the conversation has come to an end.
He jogs to catch up, breath puffing out in pale clouds.
“You shouldn’t walk home alone,” he says, a protective note slipping into his tone. “It’s getting dark. Let me drive you.”
“I’m fine.” You reply flat.
“Come on,” he pushes, matching your stride. “You’re freezing. My car is parked right there, see?”
“Save it for your fanclub.”
Seungmin suddenly goes still, watching you walk away. He curses under his breath and heads for his car.
Moments later, the soft rumble of his engine curls into the quiet street. Headlights spill across your shadow, but you keep walking. You don’t even bother looking when he eases forward, matching the pace of the vehicle with yours.
The snowfall thickens faster than expected, gathering in your hair, biting at your cheeks. Your breath clouds the air in front of you, trembling slightly.
A single glance to your right, and you see Seungmin gripping the wheel with one hand, eyes fixed ahead like he’s pretending you’re not the only thing he’s focusing on. His puffer jacket is gone and you see a blue zip-up hoodie, sleeves pushed up enough to expose his foreams; his hands are faintly flushed from the cold.
The window slides down an inch, letting his voice escape. “Get in.”
Facing forward again, you refuse to give him that satisfaction. “No.”
“No?” he repeats steady. “You’d rather freeze your ass off?”
“Yes.”
He lets out a short, disbelieving laugh - as a reaction your heart flutters only causing you further annoyance.
“Stop bothering me.” You snap.
“Stop acting like a brat.” He fires back. “This is ridiculous.”
The car edges forward again, matching your stride with infuriating patience and determination.
Snowflakes melt against your lashes. Your nose stings. Your fingers ache. And Seungmin… he keeps driving slowly beside you in the dark, the headlights of his car painting your path with a glow.
At once, you stop - he stops too. Then, he speaks, softer, but serious like you never heard him before.
“Just get in the car… please.” Not demanding nor pleading - he sounds simply tired from your entire conversation.
Finally, you turn toward him, shoes crunching through fresh snow as you go to open the door to the passenger seat. When you slip inside, you can’t stop the sigh of relief coming out through your cold lips. The heater hums quietly, warming the air in the small space nicely.
You click the seatbelt into place. Afterwards, neither of you speaks. A long silence drapes over the two of you, tense yet still somehow electric.
Eventually, you can’t bare it any longer. “Don’t follow me with your car again,” you murmur.
Seungmin’s mouth twists as he gazes ahead, fingers relaxing slightly on the wheel. “I won’t. It’s just… it was getting dark.”
Outside, the snow drifts down in fleeting sparks across the windshield. He turns onto the street that leads toward your apartment, the drive isn’t long and remains unbearably quiet. You glance at the time on your phone. Your rommates are probably packing their suitcases while music blasts to keep the mood up.
You sit there, silence stretching thin, and a thought slides coldly: this might be the last time you and Seungmin talk.
Soon, he pulls in front of your building. You’re halfway to unbuckling your seatbelt when he stops you, almost too quickly.
“Wait.”
You pause, turning to face him. His profile is lit softly by the blur of streetlights. His fingers flex on the steering wheel before he lets them fall into his lap as he stares straight ahead.
“About earlier, the way I asked you that question…” he murmurs, voice low enough that the heater almost drowns it. “I shouldn’t have phrased it like that. It came out wrong.” His eyes flick to you briefly, then away. “I wasn’t trying to judge you,” he adds. His voice dips unguarded. “I noticed the way that guy looked at you.”
The words hit like a cold rush, honest and stark.
“I know what that look means. I guess I was wondering if you slept with him that night.”
You look away, feeling your pulse thumping in your throat.
“I’m not judging,” he quickly brings his gaze upon you, “I just want to know.”
You force your eyes to meet his, heat flickering under your skin - unfading irritation, confusion and something else blending all together.
“Why does it matter?” you ask, the edge beneath your voice returns and is impossible to hide. “Are you this protective over every girl you sleep with?”
Seungmin huffs out a humorless laugh, the kind that isn’t really laughter at all. His head tips back against the headrest for a second. “Protective?” he echoes, a wry twist pulling at his mouth. “No.” He shakes his head, not looking at you fully. “I don’t… do that. That’s not what this is.”
Your heart kicks once, but hard.
“You think I go around getting jealous over every girl I hook up with?” He glances at you now, eyes catching the dim light. “That’d be a disaster,” he mutters, half to you, half to himself. “It’s just,” he starts again. “You were so against hookups until few days ago.” He sounds like he’s almost teasing, but there’s something underneath his even voice, a curiousity he’s trying to mask. “You can’t blame me for being surprised.”
He gives you a crooked smile that doesn’t quite reaches his eyes.
Outside, snow taps gently against the windshield - the only sound while your thoughts tangle together as silence stretches between you again. You let it last for a beat longer than necessary, and when you speak up again, you hope he notices how much calmer you sound.
“Well,” you turn to him, “to answer your question… yes, I did have sex with him.”
No flick of his eyes, no twitch on his lips. Nothing shows that Seungmin acknowledges your words than a single slow nod.
“And you’re right,” you continue, “I was against hookups for a long time, but…” your tone stays soft, and you let it linger, so the words can really sink one by one. “You helped me realise I need to loosen up and just have fun.”
Seungmin swallows quietly, the message landing a spark in his gaze. His eyes drift to the windshield. “Cool,” he murmurs, nodding again. “Good for you.”
This silence feels different, electrified. Seungmin stills, like he’s fighting some kind of internal instinct.
When his attention returns on you, his eyes stay; in that complicated, indescribable way you still haven’t learned how to read. Your pulse climbs as you try to look away, but you can’t. Even your breath stills as you hold there - as if you play a game where you wait to see who’s going to break first.
Then, his gaze drops lower, to your mouth. Your breath stutters as you mirror the same action.
As last time, you don’t know if you’re the one who leans in first, or if it’s him; maybe both of you collapse at the same time. The space closes and your mouths crash with a feeling of rashness. Somehow, the kiss feels both bitter and sweet, both deep and rushed.
You exhale shakily into his mouth as he moves one hand inside your coat in search for your waist; his other one settles against your jaw.
You just can’t help but keep going, keep kissing him as you arch forward, reaching to grab on his shirt as his grip on the fabric of yours tightens.
The moment you realise you’re both trying to remove clothing from each other’s bodies, your heart begins to thump hard again.
“What…” you breathe out, eyes fluttering shut as you lose your coat. “What are we doing?”
“Having fun,” Seungmin answers. His hands move with confidence, fingers working at the button of your jeans.
Until now his voice has been even and restrained, but now it’s smoother and laced with lust.
He helps you slide your jeans off with an ease - it’s something he’s clearly done here before, countless times probably. For you, though, this feels entirely new… and risky in a thrilling way.
Your breath hitches all over again once he invites a hand between your thighs, applying some friction at the right spot. His gaze fixates on your parted lips as they let out a whine - an alluring response to his fingers roaming over your clothed clit with the perfect amount of pressure.
Heated, and wanting the sweet taste of his lips again, you pull him forward by the shirt. He allows it but without fulfilling your craving just yet.
“Since I’m the one who thought you how to have real fun,” he murmurs, so close your warm breaths mix, “I think…” he pauses as he wants to hear your next reaction - when the pleasure rushes through you from the first contact of his touch against your bare skin.
He cannot believe how sensitive you are; immediately another, more desperate whine, escapes you the second he glides through your pussy lips - they’re getting slick, letting him move to your bundle of nerves easily.
“I think it’s only fair you let me enjoy it too.” He slowly finishes his thought.
The world outside blurs - the snow, the streetlights, the winter dusk. It all fades, and now it’s just you and him; his car, and his temptations.
The deliberate motions of his fingertips trace on-going circles beneath your panties, unhurried, almost teasing - he remembers how quickly you grow wet at the slightest bit of touch. His forehead brushes yours as he drinks each sound you make; as he mentally catalogues each of your expressions.
“Mmm,” he hums, like your voice is honey that he can taste on his tongue. “You’re the best pussy on campus, do you know that?”
His lips find yours and you finally melt against him, moaning into his mouth as he kisses you harder - like he’s losing patience with both you and himself. Your fingers twist in his shirt, and he lets out a low sound, something between a groan and a chuckle when you grind in the rhythm of his hand.
“Not mad at me anymore, huh?”
“Shut up,” you breathe, voice still snappy. When you lean back, your dilated eyes dart to him, like you’re still trying to figure out how exactly you ended up here. Your hand grabs the zipper of his hoodie. “Take it off.”
The neediness you failed to hide makes you feel flustered, but you don’t have time to think about it - Seungmin forces you closer by grabbing your face with one hand.
The act, gentle yet commanding, steals your breath; for a second your gaze drops to his mouth, shiny and expectant - when it returns to his eyes, he almost loses it. But he manages to contain himself.
“Backseat.” It’s all he says.
You slide into the back and a few seconds later, Seungmin follows. It’s not the first time you see his tattoos, but your eyes still betray you, tracing the familiar lines as he settles beside you.
Before he does, he reaches forward to shift the driver’s seat, then the passenger’s, just enough to give you even more room. Next moment, you feel his grip on your hips as he moves you onto his lap - eyes facing the wheel, not his face.
He adjusts your underwear to the side in one smooth motion, meanwhile, you brace hands wherever you can, mouth slightly agape as his middle finger dips into your pussy.
Trying not to dwell on what you and that guy did or didn’t do at the party, Seungmin focuses strictly on you - the breathy sounds falling from your lips, the warm pulsing of your cunt that's sopping with arousal.
As he glides in a steady pace, building the pressure inside you, his other hand roams; sliding up your spine, pinching your waist, giving your ass light slaps.
“You need so little to get soaked, baby,” he comments, voice gravelly as he gets harder.
“Seungmin,” you breathe out, one hand shifting to your clit. You rub it lightly, unable to dismiss the needy ache in your core that already demands for more. “One more,” you murmur, voice strained by want. “Push one more…”
Seungmin chuckles, a low, charming sound that almost makes your mouth water. “So bossy today.”
But he complies. He pushes a second finger into your hole, eyes fixated on your tight entrance widening slightly. Instantly, his relaxed fingers are welcomed, knuckles stained with transparent arousal.
You hiss at the discreet, pleasant stretch, feeling yourself squeeze from pleasure.
“Is that good?” He asks, lifting his eyes to see you struggle keeping your head up. When you nod twice, mumbling softly in response, he decides to intensify the rhythm, just a little bit. “Like this?”
A wave of pleasure floods your veins and you moan louder. “Oh god—“
Unmistakably, you’re seconds away from having an orgasm. Every time he hits that special angle, the warmth in your tummy tightens, like it’s going to snap any moment. “I’m gonna cum…“
“Oh yeah?” Seungmin lifts his free hand and slaps one of your cheeks encouragingly. The wet noise in his car grows louder as his other one maintains the steady rhythm, fingertips pressing that invisible button inside you. “Needy girl… thought you can wait for my cock, at least.”
His teasing words, the mention of his cock alone set a fire within you. Your eyes flutter shut the moment your climax rips through.
Seungmin squeezes your ass with his grip, kneading it as your walls clench around his swift fingers - they pump deeply, relentlessly while the sensation lasts, making your thighs quiver. After he pulls them out in a single, gentle motion, he leans back, exhaling satisfied.
Behind you, you can make out noises - he tears a condom with his teeth, then drags his sweats and underwear enough to roll it onto his dick with steady hands.
“Think you can get closer for me?” He asks, already locking arms around you.
You gasp softly as he pulls you towards his chest, helping you plant your feet on the car seats. His breaths suddenly brushing your neck make your skin tingle as he steadies you against him.
Two of his fingers brush your slick folds only to temporarily slide into your entrance that’s still pulsing, as though he wants to check if you’re still just as wet.
“Taste yourself,” he murmurs, lifting the same hand to your mouth.
Your tongue flicks out, then slowly glides up, like you’re licking an ice popsicle; one long lick. But you want to go even further than that, you want to make Seungmin’s head spin - you close your lips around his two glistening fingers and bob your head to suck as much as you possibly can of them.
You tighten your lips, salivating and humming at your own taste. It looks, and sounds, dirty. And you like it.
“Mmm, that’s it.” Seungmin says softly in approval. The sensation of your tongue rubbing against his fingers is enough to make him twitch. At once, he empties your mouth and moves to get a hold of his dick. “Your pussy tastes sweet, doesn’t it?”
Your breaths slip through short, shallow bursts, but you manage to answer: “Yeah,” you whisper, some warmth rising to your cheeks due to your newfound confidence. “It is sweet.”
You wish you could see if something in his expression shifted, if your words had an impact on him - the way his always have on you.
“Told you so,” he says, voice dropping to a subtle rasp. He lines up with your entrance, then moves both hands on your waist, fingers digging in your sides.
Slowly, you sink down, welcoming him inch by inch. The exciting stretch immediately turns into immaculate pleasure as you adjust until you’re fully seated.
Neither of you moves at first - instead, Seungmin pauses, keeping you still in need to feel you clench around him. He sighs at the familiar tightness.
His arm muscles flex as soon as he lifts you slightly. His length drags against your gummy walls, slow yet sensational, and your moans begin to intertwine with his heavy breathing as both of you surrender to the rush.
“Shit,” he grunts, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. He can feel every throb of yours; how you grow wetter with each slide of his cock. “Not every guy can handle such good pussy, though.”
You’d be a liar if you said you didn’t like that comment. But you miss out on answering something sexy or clever - the desire pools low in your stomach, as you follow his guidance up and down, sucking him in harder. All you can do is gulp before babbling out incoherently.
“Pretty brat has finally come to her senses, huh?” Seungmin sneers breathily at your ear. “Does my cock feel that good?”
Your throat bobs once more before you nod; hint of desperation threading your voice. “Fuck—yes… y-yes, so good.”
Your brain slowly goes blank. His length massages your walls in a torturously sluggish pace, bringing the kind of pleasure that not only stops you from thinking, but also makes your vision blur. There's only one thing on your mind and that’s...
Faster.
Consumed by the amazing way he fills you, you start bouncing, voice rising higher as you aim at your g-spot with every next drop.
Seungmin’s mouth falls open in silent bliss. For a moment he’s speechless, grip loosening as he lets you pick up the speed on your own. “Good girl,” he mutters, impressed. “You look so freakin’ good.”
There’s something about watching you move like that - so assured, so unconstrained of any shyness… as everything about you, from your skin to your scent, invades his senses.
It gets to him.
“You want this that bad, hm? Keep it up, baby… bounce.”
The heat coils tighter in his core as he watches your silhouette, faintly lit by the yellow street lights; your motions turn harsher the closer you get to your high, and your breathless moans clash with the slaps of your skin against his lap.
One hand slams against the near window as you try to keep the momentum. But your pace falters, your muscles go powerless while your high keeps approaching. “More,” you pant pleading. “Please… more…”
Seungmin smiles, enjoying the view of you barely holding yourself on your feet, stifling whines.
“Asking so nicely,” he teases, hands shifting to support your weight. His cock pushes further in, causing you to weaken completely from pleasure. “Fuck—stay right here.”
You let your body slump backwards, feeling every inch of him inside you. Your spine rapidly sweats against his clammy chest as he suddenly thrusts in and out, getting deeper with every next move of his hips.
“Is this what you want, hm?” His breaths start slipping in short pants that follow his intense pace. Before he realises what he’s doing, he moves a hand, fingers pressing against your throat. “Say it.”
“Fuck—“ your mewls grow in volume; the warmth inside you pulses dangerously as his body keeps slamming against you. “Yes, t-this is what I want… I—fuck, I want to cum around you, please… so c-close…”
Seungmin frees your neck, reaching between your thighs to rub quick, small circles on your clit that would help you get there quicker. The stimulation combined with his cock hitting the perfect spot is exactly what your body needs. It heightens the rush in your lower tummy until it starts burning, and then bursts into a deep state of euphoria.
The orgasm overtakes you and you choke on your final moan, pussy wrapped around him strongly, arousal trickling down.
His fingers remain on your sensitive clit, brushing ever so slightly. You’re so warm against him, skin sticking against skin, and you squeeze so perfectly… Seungmin’s eyelids clench shut, and finally he spills into the condom.
Wanting to stay quiet, he bites on your shoulder lightly, suppressing a single shaky sound. When his hips stutter from the sudden thrill, his grip on you tightens almost bruising.
You’re just about to move when his hand slides up your body, gentle as it brushes the lace of your bra; as if to make sure you’re actually here, real.
“Shit, baby…” he whispers in your hair. His voice is low and tired, laced in something your mind is too hazy to comprehend. “I’m gonna miss you.”
─── ❆
When you enter your room, it’s exactly the way you left it. The only difference is that the windows are fogged with cold. But the floorboards still greet you with the same creak, the atmosphere of your home is still warm like you remember it when it welcomes you.
Soon, you start unpacking. Sweaters, a pair of jeans, a pair of sweatpants. Then you move onto the small things - charger, a book, a lip balm; a new one because you lost yours somewhere.
As you tug a scarf free, your phone vibrates against your hip, trapped in the back pocket of your pants. You reach to pull it out, and the screen lights up when you swipe.
A missed call. From him.
Your stomach drops, then flips from various feelings.
“Nope,” you say out loud, locking back your screen.
Yesterday still exists. The memories are fresh. The pleasure too, nearly fresh and vivid enough for you to choke simply by reminiscing.
Such a disaster.
You throw the scarf on your bed and start pacing your room. You have to call him back, you tell yourself. You cannot ignore the call like a coward.
You grab the phone again, your thumb hovers over his name for a second before you finally press it. It rings twice before his voice slides into your ear, familiar and warm.
“Yeah?” his tone is low, lazy. “What’s up?”
You stop pacing so abruptly that your knee collides with the bedframe.
“Shit!” you hiss, dropping onto the mattress and clutching your leg. “Damn it…”
He exhales a quiet laugh. “Are you okay there? You sound like you’re fighting the furniture.”
“I’m fine,” you say quickly, sucking in a breath and forcing your voice into something resembling calm and casual. “I just… I saw you called me. Like, ten minutes ago.”
There’s a pause, fortunately not long.
“… I didn’t call you.”
You frown, eyes narrowing at the ceiling. “What?”
“You called me,” he says amused now. “I picked up, didn’t hear anything, so I hung up.”
Heat rushes to your face all at once. You glance down at your pockets, suddenly suspicious of them.
“But my phone…”
“… was in your pocket,” he finishes easily. “Yeah, I could tell.”
You let out a breath, tipping your head back against the mattress. “I hate technology.”
Seungmin laughs effortlessly. “Relax,” he says. “I wasn’t eavesdropping.” Then his voice tilts, just slightly, into something more curious. “So… you got any plans while you’re home?”
“Not really,” you admit. “Nothing exciting at least.”
“That so?” There’s unmistakable interest now threading through his words.
“I mean, I did get invited out for drinks,” you add, remembering. “This Saturday.”
“Oh?” He doesn’t rush it. “By who?”
You bite your lip, smiling a little. “Taegyu.”
“Ah, Taegyu…” he repeats slowly. “That Taegyu?”
“Yes,” you say sweetly. “You know him. He’s actually from here too.”
The silence that stretches is telling. When he speaks again, his tone is strangely unreadable. “You’re reconnecting.”
“Not really,” you say quickly, pushing yourself up on one elbow. “We just ran into each other and he said it might be fun to hang out. A few other people I know will be there too.”
“So you’re going?”
You shift on the bed, the phone warming your palm. Your heart starts thudding like it’s enjoying this far more than it should.
“Maybe. Like I told you… I don’t exactly have anything interesting planned for my break so far.” You pause, glancing around the familiar walls of your room. “What about you?” you ask. “You doing something fun?”
“Haven’t really thought about it yet.”
“What?” you laugh and the disbelief softens the sound. “You expect me to believe that?”
“Believe what?”
“That the It boy’s calendar isn’t already full for the holidays?” you tease.
He scoffs, but you can hear the smile tucked into it.
“You’re not funny,” he shoots back, softer.
“You don’t strike me as the no plans type, that’s all.”
“Maybe I have an invitation or two,” he admits. “Doesn’t mean I want to go.”
“Oh?” you murmur intrigued; you can’t deny there’s something tightening pleasantly in your chest.
“Yeah,” he says simply. Then, more pointedly, like he knows exactly what he’s doing: “Depends who’s asking.”
“I see.” You say, then let the silence stretch, just to see if he’ll fill it.
You adjust against the pillows, listening to his calm breathing on the other end of the line. Then…
“If I come up with something more interesting…” his voice drops alluring. “Would you cancel on him?”
Your eyes drift to the ceiling, your lips curling despite yourself as warmth blooms somewhere low and dangerous.
“Make it worth my while,” you say softly, “and we’ll see.”
─── ❆
You’re already ready, dressed in the outfit you picked the night before, and anticipating.
Your coat hangs over the back of the chair, your boots are placed neatly by the door, your bag is packed with the essentials.
Seungmin planned a little road trip for himself, just like that. He said it would be fun for you to show him around, to see the town that shaped you. He’d never been here before. The way he suggested it made it impossible for you to not say yes. So you texted Taegyu that you could catch up another time.
You didn’t overplan it - after all, how much could you fit in before it got dark and he had to drive back? Still, a few places stand out in your mind that are non-negotiable, like your favorite café and the park you used to skip class in.
Your phone rests on the bed, and every few minutes, you glance at it without meaning to. Time really stretches when you’re waiting for something, or someone, and you feel every second of it.
When it buzzes, your heart immediately jumps. For a fraction of a second everything is still perfect. He’s on his way. This is happening. Then, you open the message, his silly nickname lighting the screen.
it boy: I’m an asshole for this but I have to cancel
it boy: I’m really sorry. I should’ve been more sure before I said anything
The words settle slowly; cold and unavoidable like snow.
The worst part is that the text doesn’t surprise you. This is exactly who he’s always been - this is the risk you took. If anything, this is on you, not him.
Still, you don’t know why, but it hurts.
Sitting in your quiet room, you let it all settle, then pick up the phone again, more steadily. You could sulk. You could tell him he’s a jerk who only cares about himself. You could ask why?
But you don’t do any of that.
you: No problem. I get that.
Send.
The words feel a little too small for what’s sitting in your chest, but that’s the point - you don’t want your message to carry the weight of your disappointment.
You refuse to be just another girl who makes drama out of nothing.
You pull the blanket over your shoulders and lie back, pretending you’re perfectly okay. No… you’re practicing.
You’re practicing the version of you who doesn’t mind.
You’re fine.
end of part one
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