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Kim Seugmin is a 25-year-old man. There is no need to repeat this, as it is a fact he is well aware of—until he meets you again after so many years.

He’s capable of all the things a man would do. And he wants to prove it to you.

You’re back in the town that took you in for so many years. You returned because your cousin insisted on paying a short visit, and because you’ve just been dumped, heartbroken, just in that phase of the breakup where you’re hurt but furious; your feelings are a mess, so any distraction is good for you in these tough times.

And that’s when, in that small town, surrounded by people you’ve seen at least once or know, you see him again—Kim Seungmin, the boy a few years younger than you who you used to babysit on weekends.

You couldn’t believe your eyes… he was still the same, only now he was taller and no longer wore glasses and braces.

Your reaction is genuine when you see him there, in the supermarket parking lot. You’re both surprised. He tells you that it’s nice to see you again, given how busy his schedule is, as he’s now a successful solo musician, hugely popular, and with an angelic voice. Seungmin has a fondness for the town where he grew up, so he built his private music studio here.

You don’t have a big, moving story that explains why you were there. Still, your comment stays with him.

“Oh my gosh! Kim Seungmin, you’re still just as cute!” you say with a smile.

Seeing him, in a slightly more mature version of himself, brings you genuine happiness. To you and the world, it’s obvious that his limbs have grown longer, but to you only —and perhaps his mom, or grandmother—, he still has that innocent look and beautiful eyes. You’ve seen him a couple of times on TV, but nothing compares to seeing him in person again.

Cute. Just cute. There’s a look of surprise on your face… but nothing else. You weren’t stunned like he was, gasping for breath, thinking that after all these years, the spark for you is still there without him realizing it… But apparently, you still considered him for the last thing you saw of him—a nerdy, shy, intelligent boy who stayed home with his babysitter because he had rich and strict parents.

Seungmin’s friends tease him after he tells them about your reunion. His first crush. His noona. The older high school girl who took care of him when he was a preteenager, and soon, he went through the transition to a hormonal teenager who had to learn to take care of himself.

But you have no idea how Seungmin’s life has turned out… how the industry has changed him and made him gain experience. He’s not that cute kid you know, and he wants to prove it to you.

So, he invites you to his studio, after having a very cozy and nice dinner and beer and a couple of drinks at the local bar, and ironically, Seungmin picks you up looking cute from head to toe—his characteristic soft, straight hair covering his forehead, his winter outfit, a jacket too big for his slim figure, black jeans, and a scarf around his neck.

There was no other word for him but cute.

He has planned the night to do something you have never done before, have a couple of drinks, and talk as equals. No casual formalities. Just you and him. Even more comfortable than before, with other people’s eyes on you.

And it seems that meeting someone else is exactly what you need, just when you are going through a difficult time.

And indeed, Seungmin has changed. He enjoys talking more, he’s confident and sure of himself, and that makes you happy, that he’s left his shyness behind a little. You’re so enthralled by the story of his life after you left it that when it’s your turn, you come down from cloud nine.

It’s your turn to talk, and to pluck up your courage, you change the subject and drink and drink until you’re drunk enough to feel giggly.

Seungmin is intrigued by you. He feels slightly guilty that you’re getting drunk, but at the same time, he feels a twinge of happiness that is difficult for him to describe; seeing you like this is everything he fantasized about when he was a teenager, when you would sometimes talk on the phone with your friends about a certain party, and he was there listening. Seungmin imagined that on the weekends when you weren’t babysitting him, you were probably out drinking with people your age. He fantasized about you singing in a karaoke booth, and in his mind, you were the coolest girl he knew. So, he smiles nostalgically and joins you, drinking for all the years he wanted to, but not to the point of getting drunk. Seungmin wants to remember everything about tonight.

And, feeling a little dizzy, you start telling him that your life has been normal. Nothing remarkable. You have a job in the city, you live in a relatively small apartment, which you love, you have a cat, which you brought with you on the trip and is staying at your cousins’ right now, and… you don’t have a boyfriend at the time, because you got out of a relationship a month ago. On bad terms.

“Oh,” Seungmin says at the news, surprised at first, his tender eyes widening, his mouth softly agape in amazement. But his lips begin to tremble, as if wanting to form a smile as he tries to hide his happiness. That’s just perfect for him right now. You are single. “I’m sorry to hear that—”

“No—no. It’s nothing, forget it. I’m sorry,” you interrupt him and apologize regretfully.

You start to feel flustered. You feel like you’ve opened your big mouth, and that it wasn’t the right time to say it. That maybe you’ve come across as a loser who isn’t in a relationship.

“Um… I’m not dating anyone right now either. I haven’t seen anyone in a long time.” Seungmin tries to lighten the mood and make you feel better, while at the same time reassuring you with gentle firmness, a serious look, and clear words, so you know that he’s available too.

You stare at his face for a few long seconds. His expression seems tender to you, but you can’t help thinking about what you’ve been avoiding, noticing his features, studying him, and admitting that he’s extremely handsome. He’s indeed a handsome man, but also cute. His features have become so pronounced, sharper, symmetrical; his face is soft but perfectly chiseled. His nose… God, his bridge is straight, attractive, manly, and his lips are small, moist, and delicate.

You both remain like this, looking at each other, and both you and Seungmin notice that your gaze is stuck on his lips. So, you snap out of your trance, interrupting the intimate and tense moment you were having. You’re embarrassed and nervous, so you say, jokingly:

“Are you dating? Can you? Are you even old enough? You’re... just too cute for that.”

You think you must be drunk to start thinking like that a few seconds ago—that he is, in fact, a very hot and attractive man—about the sweet Seungmin. Kim Seungmin, the boy you have a fond appreciation for.

Seungmin scoffs, amused.

“Yeah, yeah. Cute, huh? You still think that I’m that young? That I’m still that kid under his parents’ restrictions?” he replies, adjusting his scarf. He looks tenderly angry, brows furrowed, a soft pout on his lips, speaking in a clearly fake and playful way. “You’re clearly a little behind on that. I’m 25 now.”

You smile tenderly at his words; his urge to be seen as a man by you is cutely hot. You chuckle softly, just playfully thinking: wow, look at you. 25, so old.

But his sudden approach makes your smile fade. He leans toward you, challenging you. His friendly, droopy eyes become playful, anticipating your response.

You are so close that, for a moment, you smell his masculine but sweet cologne, combined with the pleasant smell of detergent coming from his scarf around his neck. It is terribly cold outside; perhaps it is snowing while the two of you remain in that place. And, between nervousness and adrenaline, convinced by his shyness, Seungmin refuses to take off that scarf, even though the room is already warm. You, on the other hand, took off your coat, leaving it on the coat rack, after he invited you to do so, and you were left alone in your thin black sweater clinging to your figure, skirt and black-sheer stockings.

This time, you don’t want to break the tension; the atmosphere is intoxicating you, having an even stronger effect than the alcohol that still lingers in you and keeps you slightly dizzy, but still slightly conscious, enough to torment you and make you long to taste his lips.

You want to silence him, to respond to him with a kiss. But no one is saying anything. So quietness embraces you. His pretty mouth is closed, forming a straight line as he presses his lips together.

So, then, you give in. You actually agree with him. Seungmin is a man now, and as an attractive man who is single, you are interested and feel the tension between you both. You lean in closer to finally touch his lips.

A gentle brush of lips first, not a hurried act, as if you’re making sure he wants it too. And he longs for it, probably even more than you, way before you even thought of it.

Seungmin was already expecting it. It wasn’t exactly how he would show you that he’s no longer a cute little boy. Until now, he just wanted to talk to you, get to know you better, but plans and events changed, for the better, the two of you suppose.

A kiss is exactly what you both needed to end the tension, or else one of you would break it by changing the subject… acting awkward afterwards, but there was no such intention in either of you.

You taste Kim Seungmin’s lips for the first time. You think you’re incapable of being in this position, but you enjoy it without guilt. It’s just two people kissing, savoring the intimate moment that presents itself.

The sensation of your mouths brushing together and showing affection is gentle at first, almost methodical. You are both sitting on the sofa in Seungmin’s studio. The light is warm. In front of you are open bottles of soju and beer and various snacks. You didn’t plan to stay too long at first, feeling slightly uncomfortable, but a few hours of regaining the trust and closeness between the two of you, and you could already be practically climbing all over the person who, in the past, was your innocent friend.

You cling to the sofa for a moment, lost between the satisfaction of his touch and the thoughts you can’t sort out. So you just turn them off, thinking that if it’s happening, it’s for a reason and it’s mutual. You know it, you feel it, Seungmin’s pressure on you, his willingness to move his lips over yours; so you both let yourselves go. You stop being so tense and your hands seek to touch him, to intensify the action and not stop for a while.

As soon as Seungmin feels your hands on his face, he pulls his scarf off forcefully, throwing it nearby, carelessly and impatiently. He moves closer to you and his large hands slide from your waist to your back.

You hold his soft face, and in desperation, your hands run over him with adrenaline, tangling your fingers in his soft hair, warming yourself with the heat of his neck, then holding him firmly by the shoulders.

Your restlessness increases, as does the rhythm and closeness of both figures, and in moments, the two are frantically making out, fighting each other’s impulses and urges, a real battle of soft aggression—faces pressed together, mouths colliding, tongues tangling, shyly touching at first to then intensify, the strong movements of your bodies. And the delicious smacking sound filling your senses.

Emotions also increase. The warmth of the room becomes suffocating as the two fight against your now-ignited desire for each other.

Your body and mind are aroused, and so are his. Whatever was bound to happen would happen right then and there if you put an end to it, and neither of you intends to.

And, without realizing it, the two of you are drawn to each other, enveloped by the same magnetism and attraction. His hold on you becomes more insistent, stronger, and, fueled by his strength, you find the courage to throw yourself at him.

You blame the alcohol; you blame the emptiness and longing you feel for something real, for something new, for affection, to feel valid to someone again. So, in a swift, delicate motion, you gently pull away from him, your lips and nose still brushing against his, and you look for a way to get closer to him, to place your body on top of his, settling onto his lap, your thighs on either side of his body. And, almost unintentionally, you seek a certain kind of dominance and initiative, leaning in again to kiss him, aggressively.

Seungmin notices your gentle dominance and at first goes along with it, holding you by the waist, leaning his body further back into the couch, bucking his hips to settle you better, and simply letting himself go, melting as your lips touch his, short breaths and soft moans filling the room, since, somehow, it had been a long time since he’d felt this intimate with someone let alone with someone he used to have deep feelings for in the past.

For a second, you think about pulling away from him; intrusive thoughts take hold of you for a fleeting moment, since you’re clearly getting turned on—maybe too much, more than you planned.

The spontaneity of the night, the way you are doing it, and the fact that you’ve both come to terms with the idea that you’re two adults who can have sex without commitment just because you want to—all of this simply heightens your expectations and your already high levels of arousal.

You feel yourself sitting on his lap, arching your back gently as you move impatiently while kissing him passionately… maybe it’s too intense. Your already tight center from the constant friction and your panties getting slightly wet, pressed right against the fly of his pants, is too much for you right now; you’re slightly scared, but turned on, that at any moment you might feel his erection grow, meaning only one thing, which you’re still slightly undecided about. But he doesn’t let go of you; his grip is firm, and his caresses are gentle yet squeeze your skin in places that make your head spin.

Seungmin senses your slight uncertainty and holds you tighter. His touch is all you need to confirm that you should continue, so the two of you end up in a situation where you can’t stop kissing, where you feel the urgency to possess one another. In response, you just grow more and more desperate, moving your hips more steadily on top of him, pathetically and excitedly seeking some friction from him—to elicit from him exactly the same need and desperation you’re experiencing. And you clearly succeed.

Seungmin takes a deep breath when he manages to catch his breath amid your intense, messy, steamy session of—so far—just kissing and touching. For a second, he thinks that you’re both old enough to just play around by rubbing against each other, but all that goes out the window, and his judgment clouds over the moment you clearly hit that spot—just as an erection begins to form in him with your body on top of his. And you manage to draw more than a faint moan from his lips every time your lower body wiggles shyly against him.

And then, of course, things heat up, and neither of you can help it. Not right now. Not when his exquisite tongue collides with yours, distracting you, and your pussy begins to throb with impatience. It’s also right when the excitement starts pumping through the man’s blood beneath you. That’s when you both realize it and hastily accept the spontaneous change of plans. Maybe you’re already old enough that just rubbing against each other and getting turned on means you’re bound to end up having sex for the first time that night. But the kisses and the touch are clear, intense—lips teasing each other, tongues touching as if they’d always known each other; hands in his soft hair, your body rubbing against him desperately in search of a positive, fiery reaction, to draw more than a sigh from him.

And Seungmin focuses for a moment on every detail about you that makes him even harder—the way you try to tease him by rubbing against him, the desperation of your body—and, all of a sudden, you finally get the reaction you were looking for. Even so, it takes you by surprise, and you can’t stop the wave of suffocatingly dirty thoughts from flooding your mind. You jump from one thought to another: How intense will it be when Seungmin thrusts into you? Will he wait for you to ride him?

You feel your core throb even more when it finally meets the rough friction of his pants combined with the bulge of his hard cock being gently ground against you. The sound of his ragged breathing is the sweetest melody for your highly aroused bodies on that cold night.

Both of your clothes start to get in the way, so in his desperation, he pulls your sweater away from the hem of your skirt, and his warm hands glide over your bare skin until his large hands feel the lace of your bra. These caresses surprise you so much that you pull away from him for a second and stare intently into his eyes.

You want to whisper his name softly, but neither of you says anything—yet your gazes speak volumes.

He says nothing; his eyes sparkle, his cheeks are softly flushed, and after seeing your reaction, he simply scoffs, “Ha,” with a knowing half-smile, very sure of himself.

He got you exactly where he wanted, just with the very beginning.

Then, his next move is unexpected. Seungmin is incredibly turned on but seems to be hiding it quite well; so far, he just looks like a guy with an erection, but internally, his heartbeat is now pounding through his ears, he’s starting to lose his clear thinking—he acts on a steady, intense impulse, eager for all the possibilities he can explore with you—going for something dirty, vulgar, and steamy, like pulling down his pants and underwear and making you suck him off right there, or thrusting into you while you’re on top of him… but out of all the options, he chooses the one where he feels he can have absolute control over you, where he can leave a mark on you that you’ll never forget, making you writhe with pleasure before him, pleasing you.

And, at the same time, as some kind of damn reward, he would gladly taste and savor you for the first time.

He moves with strength and confidence, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing; he grabs you by the waist and pulls you away from his body, leaving you sitting there. You watch his movements and almost tremble as you realize his intentions.

Seungmin kneels in front of your legs, which he quickly spreads apart, and his hand boldly slides under your skirt. He bites his lip as his entire hand grips the flesh of your pussy, modestly covered by your panties and stockings.

You sigh. Your hands press firmly against that piece of furniture, and the anticipation between you both grows.

“Is… this what you wanted?” he whispers with a touch of boldness and arrogance, smiling.

A brief, intense, almost electric shock courses through your body as you feel the gentle tickling of his fingers teasing your femininity. You don’t answer. You think your humiliating position, hips already jerking, adjusting your body so he can touch you better, and your expression speak for themselves—because of the incredible willingness you’re showing him.

And so, in a desperate move, he pulls your skirt up, rucking it up around your hips, and he looks up at you, saying with a tenderly serious expression, his puppy eyes shining through the semi-dark room:

“I’m sorry. I’m a little desperate, noona.”

He is, indeed. So desperate for you.

So his sudden wildness takes you completely by surprise, as Seungmin deftly rips your stockings wide open, leaving your folds exposed—now covered only by the small piece of fabric that is your panties.

“I’ll get you new ones, I promise,” he whispers apologetically, not feeling sorry at all.

In fact, the view is wonderful, he thinks. The fabric of your pretty sheer stockings is torn open, revealing your pussy—a sight that’s even more exquisite, since the fabric is now wedged between your labia due to the constant friction from a few moments ago—and the icing on the cake is that he can already see the sheen of your arousal glistening softly on your skin. Seungmin had no idea you were such a beautiful mess for him, feeding his ego and his desire to have you and take you right there, right now.

Even so, he doesn’t hesitate for a second to remind you of it.

“Mmm… I can see you’re already wet just from rubbing against my cock.” Hearing him talk so dirty so naturally is something that intrigues you, surprises you, and at the same time… drives you absolutely wild—this side of him you never thought you’d see. “I can already imagine, then, how you’ll get when you have it inside you… I thought that...” his long fingers pull the fabric of your panties aside from your pussy, and with a relaxed, carefree expression and energy, his fingertips caress your clit, “you thought of me just as... cute.”

You still believe that, but it doesn’t diminish your now incredibly strong desire to fuck him. It’s as if his cute face and actions don’t quite match… it’s something unexpected, something that keeps you on the edge and has you more turned on than you’ve ever been before.

“Oh... you don’t have anything to say right now? Then let me make you... scream for me.”

For a moment, you completely stop functioning; you wonder what you’re doing, how you ended up there, and that… there’s no way Seungmin could have the confidence, self-assurance, and experience he keeps talking about.

But once again, he surprises you.

The cool air of the room kisses the damp heat between your legs for a second before his breath replaces it. He smiles before taking you, his cock throbbing against the fabric of his pants in time with his slow, desire-laden breathing. And then, the first long, flat drag of his tongue makes your hips jerk even more—you were expecting it, but at the same time, you weren’t. You moan softly, desperation coursing through every centimeter of your body, making you want to whimper helplessly. You’ve had oral sex before… but not from the very same sweet Kim Seungmin you used to know, whose innocent gaze dares to meet yours as his tongue sticks out and presses against your wet cunt.

His tongue is warm and thick, moving nimbly within your needy core. Warm, wet, strong sucking against your clit, slow and thorough. He licks from your entrance all the way up, then circles your swollen spot with the tip of his tongue. You feel the soft pressure, the way he flattens his tongue and presses harder, then flicks lightly, teasing. Your fingers dig into the couch cushions. Your stomach tightens in a wave of pleasure that’s hard to contain, causing hot sighs to escape from you.

Seungmin hums against you, without pausing his hot action for even a second, the vibration traveling straight through your core.

“That’s it. Let me hear you,” he moans weakly, pressed against you.

You can see the thick outline of his cock straining against his pants, hard and heavy, the fabric tented, looking suffocating. He shifts his hips slightly, grinding the heel of his hand against himself for a second as if the taste of you is making him ache. A low groan rumbles out of him when your wetness coats his tongue again.

Then that hand moves toward your pussy, right in your labia, while his mouth is making out messily but steadily with your clit, his thin, soft lips sucking and kissing, his mouth circling it, taking you slowly to the edge.

The time has finally come when two fingers stroke through your folds, gathering slickness, filling him with your eager and passionate attention, with your obvious pleasure aroused by him; then he presses them inside you. The sensation alone makes you both moan—you, from the feeling of your insides being gently filled, and him, from his fingers being enveloped by your lubricated, soft, and tight insides.

His fingers slide in easily, curling upward, finding that spot that makes your thighs tremble around his head. He pumps them slowly at first, in time with the steady, focused licks over your clit.

You close your eyes and tilt your head back, feeling so much it overwhelms you sweetly, and as you softly moan his name when you feel his fingers move, your hand rests on his head in a futile attempt to regain control, but he’s in complete control now.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

Seungmin thinks he can resist, pull away from you to witness the work of art that is his fingers playing with you, but he can’t—tasting you has become his need, and his mouth continues to stimulate you; his fingers thrust deeper, faster, the wet sound of them moving inside you filling the quiet room. He has found his pace; his tongue works your clit in tight circles, then long strokes, never letting up.

And there you are, at that point, trying not to whimper, but it’s impossible. Seungmin can’t get enough of you, so he doesn’t stop. Your thighs are trembling, every muscle in your body is tensing, your eyes are starting to get teary, and every piece of clothing is suffocating you—what’s left of your stockings on your thighs is squeezing you, your skirt is uselessly riding higher and higher up your hips, and you can feel your next intense climax consuming you.

You feel like you can’t take it anymore; Seungmin does exactly as he said he would—amidst your whimpers and squeals, he makes you writhe with pleasure as you gently pull his soft hair.

And he does look at you from time to time, just to capture the heated sight of you writhing for him. Those pretty, innocent-like eyes, full of desire.

The pleasure builds fast—heat pooling low in your belly, your inner walls fluttering around his fingers. Finally, your orgasm. He feels it. 

“You’re getting close already, aren’t you?” his voice is rough against your soaked flesh. “Fuck, I can feel you clenching. Don’t hold back, c’mon. Come on my tongue.”

He groans as he adds a third finger, stretching you, curling them hard against that sensitive spot, teasing your climax more, while his mouth seals over your clit and sucks. Your legs shake even harder in those sheer black stockings; your hips rock against his face, seeking release from the overwhelming sensations.

And it goes without saying what a dripping mess you are right now, but he makes sure to savour everything he can from you, nibbling teasingly on your already sensitive area, his mouth gathering your pleasure as your muscles throb, getting closer and closer to your climax.

And Seungmin isn’t keeping quiet about it.

“That’s it—god, you’re so wet. Dripping down my fingers.” He keeps talking between long, deliberate licks, never stopping the steady thrust of his hand, so constant that his cock throbs at the rough and quick pace of his hand on you. “I want you to come hard. Over and over if I have to.”

You become flushed at his comment; your face grows hot because you know it, because you feel it, just from focusing on the intensity of the knot in your stomach and the shivers that run all the way down to your thighs, almost leaving you numb.

And he keeps talking, mumbling as he curses how good you taste for him, never leaving pressure against your messy, slick cunt. And then, you just feel like letting it go, with an intense, ragged whimper.

“Seu—Seungmin!”

The first orgasm hits hard, sharp, and sudden. Your back arches off the couch, a broken moan tearing out of you as your walls clamp down around his fingers. He only pulls away for a moment, watching you with an almost unbearable satisfaction, glistening, swollen pussy at full display for him, twitching as you climax, as your whole body struggles to come back down. Your hips still move on their own, your grip tightening in his hair as you try to steady yourself.

Just for him to keep licking through it, slower now but relentless, fingers still moving inside you, drawing the climax out until your thighs are trembling and your breath is coming in short gasps. But you don’t want him to stop.

His entire masculinity becomes even more rigid, suffering the consequences of not being attended to, just so he doesn’t have to let go of you and can have you exactly as he desires.

He starts to overstimulate you at some point. Even as the waves start to ease, he doesn’t stop. His tongue keeps working your oversensitive clit in soft, deliberate strokes now. The pleasure tips into something sharper, almost too much now that you feel like losing strength. Your throat already feels a little dry from the constant gasping. You try to close your legs, but his shoulders keep them spread. 

“Sensitive, huh?” he asks, voice thick with satisfaction, and meets your lewd, tired gaze. He presses a soft kiss to your clit, then another, then flicks it lightly with his tongue. You flinch and moan at the same time. “I know. But you’re going to take it anyway.” 

His fingers, slow but never leaving you, gently stroking that same spot inside while his mouth stays locked on you. You ask yourself... How much longer can he keep this up? You’re already whining, but still aroused.

But he’s nowhere near done with you or ready to let you go, no matter how needy he also is, no matter how much every time you pulse around his fingers, he groans like it hurts not to be inside you yet.

Still, Seungmin smiles, satisfied; fingers pumping slow and deep still inside you, clit achingly stimulated at its peak. So, the overstimulation builds again, the pleasure edged with that almost-painful intensity that makes your toes curl, and your eyes tear up again. Your hands remain in his hair, unsure whether you’re pulling him closer or pushing him away. It’s just too much, and your whole system is starting to react again.

Seungmin notices it immediately.

“Aw, you’re going to come again, aren’t you?”

His fingers penetrate you more forcefully; he pulls away from you to watch you nod pitifully as you whimper and look at him with certain fondness. His thumb takes the place of his tongue in stimulating your sensitive clit. You can feel your second orgasm so close, but suddenly, he stops.

“Still think I’m cute, huh?” He looks up at you from between your legs, lips shiny, eyes dark. 

You’re not thinking clearly. That first orgasm was so good that you can almost still feel it, despite your painful yet pleasurable overstimulation, and the shock from your near-second climax is still keeping your mind in a haze, craving more sex… You can barely form a thought beyond your now very intense and satisfying sensations… Was it… all of this just because you kept calling him “cute”? Is he going to fuck you now... to prove something to you?

However, your thoughts go off track the moment you see him stand up and his hands quickly unfasten his belt to pull down his pants and underwear in one swift motion, finally revealing his cock, which you glance at briefly and confirm for yourself, with your own eyes, that his rigid member matches his proportions and appearance—long, smooth texture, with a cute pink tip leaking precum… but dangerous enough for you to realize just how incredibly filling it will be as it pushes its way inside you. You sigh again; your pulse races once more. The sight of his exposed cock leaves you gently speechless and reflexively makes you lubricate your throat as you salivate and gulp nervously.

“We’re not done,” he says, voice low and rough. “Come here.”

You look at him. Seungmin grabs your forearm firmly, pulling you up so you can stand on your very weak legs; then you lock both legs around his waist, ankles crossed at the small of his back, and he takes your weight like it’s nothing, while your arms wrap around his neck; the intrusive thought that you’d do anything to see his arm muscles flex as he carries and fucks you—and that he’d take off that sweater—comes to mind.

“Damn, noona, you really let me do anything to you... just because... I’m cute to you?” he chuckles, feeling that manipulating your body has become easier than he thought.

And you don’t argue. He’s right. Yeah, he still looks pretty and cute while going down on you—you can imagine it’ll be a thousand times better when he cums and fills you up.

Seungmin grabs his cock and begins to drag its soft head through the wetness between your legs, teasing your entrance.

“Seungmin—please,” you whimper just once, and that’s all it takes.

He thrusts up and in, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. The stretch forces a broken moan out of you. He doesn’t give you time to adjust. He shoves you back against the wall hard enough that the impact knocks a soft sound out of your throat and starts fucking you immediately, deep and hard, hips snapping up into yours with enough force that your back scrapes against the wall and your body moves like a rag doll. Every thrust drives him deeper, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet room.

You try to hold and steady yourself, clinging to his shoulders, nails digging in as he pounds into you.

Seungmin is bursting with energy; fucking you had been nothing more than a distant dream until now... but once his cock was enveloped by the tightness of your moist inner walls, you simply awakened that beastly instinct in him, guaranteeing that he’ll leave more than just an impression on you.

“Fuck—Y/n,” he groans, one hand sliding down to grip your ass, pulling the fabric of your panties to one side, spreading you wider so he can sink even further.

So, the angle is relentless—every upward snap of his hips grinds against that spot inside you that makes your thighs shake. Your cunt clenches around him on every withdrawal, trying to keep him inside, and he growls low, throaty, when he feels the pleasantly suffocating response of your body.

He fucks you harder. Reaching a sweet spot deep inside you.

The wall thuds with the rhythm of him. Your breath comes in short, punched-out gasps. He shifts his grip, both hands under your thighs now, holding you open as he drives up into you over and over. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the space between you. You’re dripping down his cock, coating him, making every thrust smoother and dirtier.

“Gonna fill you up,” he pants against your mouth, almost kissing you but not quite.

You moan in answer, eyes welling up, legs tightening around him, closing your eyes as you hide your face in his neck, breathing his scent. He surges forward, burying himself to the root and grinding there, cock finally pulsing hard as he starts to come. He grunts and holds you tighter. Thick, hot spurts flood you—twitch after twitch of it, flooding your cunt until you can feel it leaking out around his shaft with every small quivering of his hips. He keeps you pinned there, still buried deep inside you, riding out the last of it while your walls flutter around him.

The second climax rolls through you harder, longer. You’re utterly surprised, breathless as you gasp his name.

When he finally eases back just enough to look down between your bodies, he watches the mess he’s made of you—his cum already starting to spill out around the base of his cock, dripping down onto the floor.

He doesn’t pull out right away. He just holds you there against the wall, still buried inside you, and breathes hard against your neck like he’s not quite done with you yet, until he looks at you.

And as you catch your breath and look him straight in the eyes, you can’t help but think...

Kim Seungmin is a 25-year-old man who seems to never cease to surprise you. Maybe things really have changed, and right before your eyes that night, he’s stopped being that cute boy you used to know.

wen’s note: lwk the creampie was not part of it, but you kinda start asking for part 2 sometimes and like mmm.... so, here's the full fucking ok?😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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