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sminiac · 5 months

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k hear me out....xikers(legal line ofc) catching you masturbating?

💌 — HEARING YOU OUT MY BELOVED!!! HEARING YOU OUT.

Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.

Once Minjae hears the soft string of pleading words slip through the cracks of your door he comes to a complete stop, his senses spiked by what sounds like his name being called, subconsciously drawn out by the sweltering pleasure that’s thick in your stomach from the work of your fingers running slick against your clit.

He knows he shouldn’t be sitting outside of your room like this, cock stirring heavy against the harsh denim of his pants, what if one of the members were to find him like this? So engulfed by the faintest lick of you he’s only experiencing through sound alone, pathetically drooling over the possibility of you pleasing yourself to what he assumes is the image of him.

His ears just barely catch at the wet sound that actively drowns out your soft squeaks, bed dipping under your weight as you thrash, dedicated to bringing yourself to that ever so inviting peak, but it’s just simply too good.

Poor thing is so nervous, so overwhelmed that his hands are clammy against the handle of your door, the only thing he knows that if it isn’t now it would surely be never, so he takes his chances and cracks the door open, the sight before him making his knees buckle, saliva thick in his mouth.

You’re spread so pretty, sheets a rippled mess over your body, bare skin peaking out here and there, he more than expects to receive a scolding and to be locked out just as quickly as he got in, but instead you’re so timid in beckoning him over that he melts, already too far gone to care about the embarrassment of being walked in on, it being done on purpose or not is nothing of concern when it’s him that’s intruding.

He’s so restrained in your fragile state, works you into this unfamiliarity with him by kissing you so sweetly, his tongue a softness you’ve never felt as he licks his way into your mouth, there’s no power dynamic in the way he moulds into you, he just simply wants to continue feeling the parts of you that he’s only known through vaguely assembled dreams, but god is it so much better than he could’ve ever imagined.

“Could hear you,” he says in a knowing yet sweet tone, watching, letting you drag his hand downwards. “what if someone else got here before I did? Are you that desperate, or am I falling right into your trap?” His breathing is full in his chest, the nerves dwindling as he focuses on the jump of your hips, nerves twitching, in dire need to be satiated by his touch. “Hm?” He coaxes, slipping his hand further back, coating himself in your arousal all the way down to the proximal point of his finger. “C’mon sweet girl, words.”

In short he’d be so talkative, needs to hear that you want him, that you need him, is willing to tease just so he can get the broken string of words out of you. He’s the type to still be considerate of your state, continues to please you but doesn’t actually fuck you until he knows you’re 100% certain, that there’s no impulsivity present to cloud your judgement. In the aftermath If it becomes more of a fwb situation he’s so relentless about teasing you, even in front of the guys, alludes to the two of you having a thing very heavily but he’d never directly say it.

Junmin swears he didn’t just see what he thought he did, right? I mean, sure, it’s his fault for being nosy, and maybe, possibly partially due to the fact that he has the most serious crush on you that he’s ever had in his whole entire life, so he just had to silently sneak around your house to find out what’s been keeping you so long after having excused yourself 30 minutes ago with a fleeting comment about going to change into your pyjamas, but that was too long of time spent separately from you, that’s why he’s absolutely gobsmacked at the sight of you with a pillow stuffed between your legs, leisurely rocking yourself further into the soft pressure, your body left with what leaves very little to the imagination.

You know he’s there, why else would you be wearing what you are? Plus he wasn’t exactly as slick as he thought, so you kick up the reactions, breathy “Min”s making him tense up as you rock a little heavier, faster, his ears perk up at the sound, you’re the only one who refers to him as Min, and he couldn’t mistake himself with Minjae, the two of you aren’t that close.

A troubled whine vibrates from his throat before he can stop it, a hand slapping over his mouth in panic as he takes a heavy step back from the door. “Min?” You call softly, still breathless from your performance, fuck you’re making him so hard. “Junmin?” You reiterate a little louder, pulling yourself back down to the mattress, pillow held between your hands as you wait patiently. “Come here please,” now you’ve got his heart thumping its way up into his throat, “need you.” and you’re going to be the reason he’s laid out unconscious on this floor if you don’t stop.

Hesitantly he reveals himself, his eyes cute and curious as he very carefully slips into your room, conscious to not open it too wide as if someone else were to see, the others were still downstairs, as noisy and distracted as ever, you’d have time. “Ne-Uh, need help with,” he’s struggling to swallow down his nerves, it doesn’t help that he can’t stop looking at you. “with what?”

“You know what.”

In a matter of minutes you’ve got him sat back against the headboard of your bed, fisting shyly at his cock while he watches the show you put on for him, too focused on the way you move, how unreal you look, so pretty fucking yourself just for him that he’s a little startled at your voice as you coax: “Min, faster-” and he’s so quick to submit to your directions, letting out the cutest whimpers as he struggles to keep his eyes open, just wants to see you, watch you, but he’s already so close to cumming.

“Please! Wan’ more, wanna keep watching, shit-”

Once the both of you have finished he becomes so cuddly, just a babbling, incoherent puddle in your hands, sweet boy just wants to be held:( he’s so the type to keep muttering out a slur of indecipherable nonsense, even when you’ve finally got your arms wrapped around him with his head nuzzled warmly against your chest, he keeps going, doesn’t have a thing to say, just sounds of pure contentment, he swears it’s the coziest he’s ever been, pressing small wet kisses to your skin before he promptly crashes out.

Sumin can’t tell what he thinks, you’re so cute, obviously, so eager to imitate the feelings he provokes out of you once you’ve got him riled up and ready, but simultaneously a little offended, which is why he’s so firm on you continuing but this time with his guidance, his supervision, because apparently you’re now capable of fucking yourself into delirium that he doesn’t want to cut you short of it for even a second.

“Nope,” he declines of your attempt to weakly pull down his hand, abruptly tugging himself from your grasp just so he can rest it limply at his hip, the sight of his veins running thick up his forearms isn’t helping your case at all. “you’ve got it.” He insists.

He’s so mean, refuses to even look you in the eyes as he forces you to get off by your hands alone, the most he’ll do is gently rest his fingers over yours anytime your pace slows more than he’d like, urging them to start moving against you’re puffy clit again with his aid. “You were so confident baby, where’d that go? Hm?” His voice runs so deep, a sharp rasp to it that has your back arching in restlessness, the sheets warm, sticky under you from how long he’s been forcing you to “keep going”

It takes quite a while but eventually you crack him with promise that it “just doesn’t feel as good as you” and he’s quick to move, although he doesn’t do it without a heavy sigh, having become not as impatient himself, but more so just wanting to make his girl feel good he doesn’t waste time stripping of his pesky clothes, and he can’t say he hates the way your hands are all over him as soon as he’s holding himself firmly above you, the way they drag up his stomach, the dense ridges of his skin a feeling you’ve gone without for far too long, your nails flit up to his shoulders where they sink into place once he’s pushing his cock into you.

Hair curtaining over his eyes as he watches the way you suck him in, so greedy in the way you pull tight around him when he’s trying to ease back out, the drag of his cock slow until he stops, a frown wearing at his face, “Stop, you’ve finally got what you’ve been wanting, begging me for, remember? The tears running down your face as you cried so pathetically: ‘Please, please baby- just need you inside of me’ and now you want to keep acting like a brat?”

He lifts a hand free from bearing his own weight, grabbing you firmly by your jaw to keep your line of sight directly on him, “you gonna stop now? If you do maybe I’ll cum inside of you, ‘s what you want, right?” You nod, lip quivering, he’s quick to press a kiss to your pouty face, shifting himself further up so he can suck your tongue into his mouth as his thrusts proceed in full, a little heavier, a little more intent on making you reach your end, because the faster it comes the faster he can get back to fucking you, wants you crying again but only because of how many times he can make you cum.

I don’t think I have anything more to add other than him being mean is so 😵‍💫 isn’t hesitant to pin your legs wherever he needs them to be, he’s just so teasing, constantly: “And you thought you could make your own legs shake like this?” He’s so confident in knowing his way around your body that he could laugh at you for even thinking you could make yourself cum, he’s such a service!dom but doesn’t so easily give in, takes pride in making you a mindless mess, because who else could do to you what he does? Definitely not you.

“Feels good honey?” Jinsik asks, an entertained smile on his face as his head falls to the side, finding joy in your surprised expression. “It must since you’re already so wet, what’re you thinking about?” He’s so casual about it, taking his time to shoulder off his sweater as he makes his way over to the couch you occupy. “is it me?” His tone is genuine, yet you can’t help but wonder if he’s trying to be funny about it, the neediness clouding your ability to pick him apart, all you know is that right now he just looks so beautiful, the black glasses propped on the bridge of his nose, his hair soft, not styled, fuck.

“Can you keep going please? I like watching, think you look so pretty my love.”

Who are you to deny him? He sets himself up in front of you comfortably, and if you weren’t so lost to your own pleasure surely you’d be embarrassed by how close, how intently he watches you. He’s so sweet to you, but is so incredibly hard from how you’re clutching at his arm tightly, whining out his name like he’s the one fucking you, god you’re irresistible, can’t help but ask: “Can I use my mouth? Please, need to feel you on my tongue.” And as soon as your fingers run wet over his bottom lip with a nod he’s pulling your legs to rest over his shoulders, heels digging into his back as soon as he’s gently licking your folds apart, the thickness of your arousal drenching his tongue, smearing further over his face in his motions as he drags heavy stripes back and forth, easing you in.

His eyes are so cute, can’t help but search for the way your face screws up when he’s sucking at your clit, his tongue running ticklish against it between his lips. At first it’s solely for your pleasure… until he really gets into it and is just there solely indulging in you for himself, loves making those obscenely loud slurping noises, his fingers searching for yours so they can lock together.

“Can you touch yourself for me?” Is a frequently asked question, it could be so sudden and out of nowhere but it’s so hard to deny him when he asks so cutely, his expression so soft, his pretty eyes so expectant it’s a struggle getting ‘no’ out of you whenever he’s requesting something of you, ugh he’s so😞 doesn’t even manage watching you for long before he’s asking you permission for him to touch himself too :(

Making small 15-20 minute calls to you throughout the day is a normal thing for Hyunwoo, and although his schedule could be a little disorderly at times he always managed to make it happen, he just didn’t expect to catch you at a time that would have him muting himself whilst dashing to a vacant room, one preferably with a lock.

“Tell me what you’re doing baby,” he says, the tips of his fingers lightly toying with the buckle of his belt. “wanna know how you’re touching yourself for me.”

He feeds off of the staticky whine in return that you huff out, frustrated that he just had to be working right now instead of touching you himself. “‘m not, won’t be able to finish.” He can hear your legs swiping restlessly at the cold sheets, trying to keep the thrumming pulse between your thighs to a minimum as your fingers work slowly at pumping in and out, but it’s hard when he sounds so pretty like this.

“You’re such a liar”

You have no reason to keep up the facade when he’s already caught on, he knows you too well, your pace increases, legs shifting further apart, “inside-” you gasp out.

“Mmh, two?”

“Two.”

The thin metal band that keeps the leather in place slips out of the hole as he tugs it loose around his waist, his zipper undone, jaw pulled tight once he’s got his length held heavy in his hand, his pressure light as fingers run up and down experimentally. “Put your phone down and your other hand to use, yeah? Just how you like it.” You move quickly, doing exactly as he says, and once he hears the pitch of your voice heighten he’s tipping over, cheeks sucked in as saliva gathers onto his tongue and is quickly dripping it onto the head of his cock, his fingers catching as it slides down, smearing it further.

“Can’t believe you, shit- have me jerking off while I’m working. But fuck, need you so bad baby… so, so bad.”

Holds the phone close to his mouth so you can hear better when he cums😣 also the type to ask for pictures, loves the visuals, gets so geeked!!! You’re like caffeine to him, is so rejuvenated when returning back to his members like he wasn’t just saying complete and utter filth to you over the phone :b is always shooting you a quick message after, telling you that he loves you and that he can’t wait to come back home, so cuddly and affectionate with you when you’re finally back in his arms.

I haven’t slept in quite a while, so forgive me if some of this is incoherent, I’ll go back over it to edit when I have the energy:,)

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rizzkisworld · 1 month

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Take The Shot - Choi Sumin

Pairing: bestfriend!Sumin x gn!reader

Warnings: none??? Idk

Synopsis: Sumin talks to Minjae and officially confesses his feelings for you

Genre: Fluff!!!

A/N: Y'all we are so back!!(I'm feeling inspired)

Whispers of winds whistling in your ear as you both stood in silence. The sky was a little cloudy, but the sun peeked through just a tiny bit. You were still in shock at the words that came out of your best friend's mouth. Is this moment even real? What led up to it? What made him say that now?

In the gymnasium stood Sumin and his friend Minjae. “I wanna confess, but how?” Sumin heaved a sigh. “Aren't you really close? You should know what Y/n likes.” Minjae tried to encourage Sumin. “I've had crushes before, but there's something about Y/n that I can't explain. I don't wanna risk ruining our friendship.” He thought back to some of the moments he's spent with you.

The time you first met in middle school. He was trying to impress one of the girls in your class, but ended up tripping and falling flat on his face. You helped him gather his things and since then you've been besties. The time he got rejected by the person he swore would be his lifetime partner in highschool. You were there to comfort him. The time you were over his house and you attempted to make cookies. The results…… Total fail. Though you swear it was his fault.

A small grin appeared on his face, the same one that appears all the other times he's thinking of you. His thoughts were so vivid in his mind that he almost missed what Minjae had to say. “Look, life is kind of like basketball. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take. In other words, you have Y/n now, but if you let go of this opportunity you may not have Y/n later…wait that was poetic I need to write that down-” “Not the time Minjae.” Both of them started laughing, lighting up the pressing mood. Sumin was ready, cause like Minjae said, you miss 100% of the shots you don't take.

That's what brought you to the situation you're in now. Sumin texted you to come outside on the field near the bleachers. His text was very cryptic, so you worried just a little bit. You rushed outside to find the boy with his back facing you. “Is everything okay?” You asked, gently tapping him on his back. He sharply turned around to face you. A tint of blush covering his handsome features. You furrowed your brows at him, because what in the world was happening? He wasn't even saying anything. Just looking. Just staring. It honestly left you with a little discomfort.

It was complete silence. “Sorry if I-” “I like you too.” You blurted out. There the silence was again. “Repeat that for me?” Sumin, with a smirk on his face, leaned in closer to hear you say those words again. How was the same boy that was just super nervous teasing you now? “You heard me!” You playfully smacked his shoulder. “Ouch! No need to hit your new boyfriend so hard.” Sumin acted like your hit hurt him. “Boyfriend?” You tilted your head to the side. “Problem?” He asked. “You didn't ask me out yet, you only confessed your feelings.” You didn't miss the way Sumin began blushing again. The thought of actually having to ask you out felt unreal.

“Uh, are you-” “I like you a lot.” He blurted out the words, cutting you off. “You what?” Thinking you misheard him, you asked for him to repeat himself. “How was your day?” He smiled from ear to ear. “That is not what just came out of your-” “I asked you, how was your day.” He maintained the same smile. “It was fine, but what is going on here?” You asked, feeling very suspicious of him. “My bad, um…. I've been feeling this way for a long time and I'm feeling very nervous to tell you this…. Y/n I……” His voice trailed off leaving you in suspense. He what?

“I don't know when this feeling started, but all I know is just that I've never felt this way with anyone else. You're the person that makes my day and I look forward to talking to you whether it be in person or on the phone. I've never felt so nervous to say something like this ever in my life, but…. I really like you alot…like alot alot." Sumin’s eyes looked everywhere, but your eyes.

“Will you be mine?” Sumin shyly grinned. “Of course!” You leaned in to hug him. The hug lasted about two minutes. Sumin slowly pulled away and looked you deep in your eyes. His hand slowly caressed your cheek. Leaning in, the both of you closed your eyes, waiting for your lips to touch. “Well, would you look at that, the power couple of the century.” Seeun, who was standing next to Minjae, teased. Sumin's face said it all. He was so done with those two. “Let's escape.” Sumin whispered before grabbing your hand and running off the field together.

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lil-elle · 1 month

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A Waking Nightmare

group: xikers

pair: sumin x gn!reader

genre: angst, lil fluff, best friends to lovers

word count: 3.1k

content: blood, mentions of death, mild description of injuries, coarse language

a/n: sumin isn't even my bias and the part at the end gave me butterflies omo

“Sumin!” Your voice was swallowed up by loud rumbling and cracking of the building walls as you clung desperately to your best friend sitting next to you.

Who knew how quickly a normal school day could be turned on its head? Your normal lunchtime routine of hanging out with Sumin in the stairwell, snug in a little space underneath the stairs you and him discovered one day while skipping class, had suddenly become a nightmare as pieces of concrete continuously chipped off from from the sheer force of quaking earth.

You felt one of Sumin's strong arms encircle your body as he used the other to pull your head into his chest, shielding you. Your own screams felt like a distant sound, as if coming from someone else a few rooms down rather than your own throat. Your lungs felt hot as you coughed harshly from the dust being thrown around the two of you, your hands gripping his shirt.

You almost convinced yourself the shaking would never stop, that this was some punishment for skipping class, being rude to your mom, not telling your best friend, Sumin, how you really felt about him. You don't even remember when you had started crying, the tears on your face hot and speckled with dust and debris.

When everything finally stopped moving and you came to your senses, you felt completely trapped, eyes shut in fear as sobs continued to tear from your throat. “This is it. I'm going to die here today.” You thought as your body trembled from adrenaline pumping through your veins. Your breaths were erratic and the loud beating of your heart made your ears feel like they were ringing.

A gentle touch to your cheek made your eyes crack open involuntarily, the view in front of you blurred by your still flowing tears and the puffiness of your eyelids. And yet, despite the blur, the familiar golden head of hair in front of you helped to calm your heart and come to your senses a little.

“S-S-Sumin!” Your voice was shaky and unsteady, still fighting the coughs and sobs that wanted to bubble up from your chest. You unclenched your now sore and cramping fingers from his shirt and gently touched your fingertips to his cheek, dust from the crumbling walls forming a layer over his soft skin. That's when you realised that one of his arms was still wrapped strongly around you, the two of you so close that his forehead was pretty much leant against yours. He'd removed his other arm from behind your head and his hand had settled on the side of your face, thumb continuing to wipe tears from your cheeks and eyes in a gentle way that was out of character from his usual rough nature.

That's when your eyes really came into focus, adjusting to the now darkness and registering Sumin's strained face leaning over you, eyebrows pulled tight in obvious pain, hair ashy from the collapsing walls, and a deep red dripping from the top of his head all the way down his nose bridge. Blood.

“F-fuck. Sumin!?” You let your eyes wander the area around the two of you and finally realised just how caved in you were, the small space you had once appreciated as a little private area for you and him now being a pocket sealed by large fallen chunks of concrete, all of which Sumin had taken the brunt of directly to his back and head while protecting you. A deep hot guilt and fear grew in your stomach as your hands held and poked at his face and shoulders as if trying to panickedly inspect him for injuries, of which you had no idea how many he could have, while you lay completely unscathed in his protective hold. You couldn't hold back your sobs anymore as a drop of his blood fell from the tip of his nose onto your cheek. You found your breath picking up again as you began sobbing out his name over and over, as if saying it enough would turn back the time or heal all of his wounds. Your mind was racing, half of it looking for an escape with the other half screaming desperately for this whole thing to be a nightmare and for you to wake up already.

“Hey…” A deep, gravelly voice cut through your panic, and your eyes opened again as your breathing began to slow at the sight of a pained smile on his face. You felt angry. Angry at yourself that he could smile in this situation when you could do nothing but scream and cry. Angry at yourself that he was willing to take the full force of everything just to protect you. You didn't deserve that protection.

Your tears flowed like waterfalls and he continued wiping them from your face with weak, shaky movements.

“I'm sorry…” you sobbed out, trembling with every breath, “y-you're hurt…a-and it's my fault…”

He leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours, careful in his movements as if afraid to disturb the pile of rubble he was holding on his back.

“Hey…shh….” His voice was strained and his breathing shallow. “It's not your fault…nothing is your fault.”

You could only respond with sobs, cupping his face in your hands and closing your eyes as you allowed the warmth that flowed from him to you through his forehead to comfort you. His other hand reassuringly tightened on your waist.

“Shhhh…it's okay…you're okay…”

“I-I feel so useless…” you cried. “You're hurt and I can't do anything but just sit here...” You spat the words out, the hatred you felt for yourself in that moment obvious with every word that left your lips. He just stared at you with a despairing expression, the way you're putting all the blame on yourself breaking his heart into pieces. “...We're going to die here…” You muttered, almost becoming too weak now to even sob.

“Hey…look at me.” You reluctantly opened your eyes back up, meeting his dustied and bloodied face once again, a sight that made your stomach churn in such a way that you almost thought you were going to throw up. “I'm here…okay?” His voice was comforting despite the strain on it. He'd always had a unique way of making you feel safe no matter what. “You're not going to die…as long as I'm here, nothing can hurt you.” Just when you thought you had exhausted yourself, tears pricked at your eyes again. You were angry at the way your heart pounded and butterflies filled your stomach even in such a hopeless situation as this.

“But…you might die, Sumin…” your voice was much softer now, weaker. “You're bleeding…a-and I don't know how badly you're hurt…I'm so scared…”

“I know…” he spoke, running a thumb softly over your cheek, “but I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'm not leaving you.”

You could feel your panic slowly dissipating as his comforting words penetrated your heart and tears slipped calmly down your cheeks.

“Aren't you scared…?” You looked into his eyes as you spoke, voice still shaking.

“Terrified.” Your eyes widened slightly at the sudden vulnerability in his voice. “But not of dying.” He tenderly caressed your cheek. “Of losing you…” Your heart began pounding hard in your chest and your eyes stung with fresh tears once again. “Terrified of the idea that…I might’ve lived the last few years keeping my true feelings from you…only for my life to end before I could even tell you…”

Suddenly you froze. Your heart felt like it had gone from rapidly pounding to completely still and the only word you could mutter in that moment was what had become your favourite and most used word over these past few years.

“Sumin…”

His familiar wide smile crept onto his face and he nuzzled his forehead against yours.

“...I love you…but you already know that, don't you?” He said with a slight teasing tone that sounded slightly off from the roughness in his voice but still managed to make you smile.

“I do…”

He was your very own superhero. Your own knight in shining armour. He was absolutely everything to you and just the simple thought of your life without him was too much to bear.

There was a very subtle redness that had entered his cheeks, very inappropriate for the situation but it made you smile and your heart race nonetheless.

You were convinced that the two of you could've stayed admiring each other like that for hours had the situation been different, but a slight tremor shaking the building one last time broke you from your spell and you shut your eyes tight as fear began building inside of you once again. A sudden hiss of pain from Sumin filled you with panic again as the small aftershock shifted the debris on top of him and weighed him down further.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck.” You mumbled, eyes darting around in a frenzy, looking for some kind of means of escape. It seemed luck was on your side as you noticed a tiny crevice in the chunks of concrete where light was leaking through like a sign of hope. Carefully, you lifted your leg and jammed your heel into the rubble with all your strength, feeling it loosen up slightly and quickly repeating the motion a few more times. With a swift kick, you managed to knock a small piece out and disrupt the integrity of the rest of the pile, only for a large piece of concrete to land squarely on your other leg, jamming it in place. You cried out in pain and winced, clenching your jaw and trying to stop tears from slipping from your eyes again. Sumin gripped your waist tightly, pulling your body against him before speaking in a frantic and worried tone.

“Hey hey, don't do that, okay? Don't move. Please…don't…”

“B-but…I need to get you out of here…” you responded through gritted teeth.

“No no no. You're going to hurt yourself, just please…” Your eyes widened at the sight of him tearing up, a sight so rare you can't even remember the last time you saw it. You looked up at him powerlessly, bringing your hands up to grasp his face and nuzzling your forehead against his.

“Okay…I-I'll stop…” You promised him and he smiled weakly.

“Thank you…”

What felt like hours passed and you could tell Sumin was getting weaker, his eyes sitting half closed and his breathing slow. Your eyes stung and your throat cracked and strained as you began calling out for help as loud as you could muster, your yells occasionally being cut off by your own coughs or sobs. “Someone has to find us…someone…” You tried to convince yourself, but hope seemed so far from the two of you at that moment. Your own leg had gone numb as well after being trapped, but that was absolutely none of your concern as you were fighting to keep Sumin conscious.

“H-Hey n-no no no. Keep your eyes open…” You spoke through tears as you lightly tapped one of his cheeks to force his eyes open before calling out again. You couldn't lose hope, not when the only man you couldn't live without was growing weaker with every passing minute.

You continued to call out, only for your voice to crack and for you to break out into a violent and painful coughing fit, cutting you off. Suddenly, Sumin's head fell into the crook of your neck, the rubble shifting slightly with his movement but somehow staying stable, not like that was what you were worried about in that moment. Your heart and breath sped up in a panic as you called out Sumin's name, tapping his shoulder and receiving no response.

“F-fuck…FUCK!” You exclaimed, hot tears spilling out of your eyes. “Sumin, please!” You tapped him again, no response. “I can't…” you sobbed, “I can't lose you now…please…I love you…” You cried into the darkness in a way you hadn't cried since you were a child, completely lost and helpless. That's all you wanted to do; cry and cry until you cried yourself to exhaustion, but you knew you couldn't. You had to keep going. You had to get him out. All caution and self preservation you previously had completely disappeared as you covered the back of his head with one of your hands, trying to ignore the crustiness of the dried blood clumping his hair together, before beginning to jam your foot back against the rubble with even more force than the last time. Chunk after chunk of concrete you dislodged, the foundation of the pile slowly crumbling and the light shining through getting brighter. You took a breath, laying your tired and sore leg down for a moment and pushing the hair out of Sumin's face. You hesitantly held a hand up to his parted lips, breathing a sigh of relief to feel subtle yet present breaths brushing against the tips of your fingers.

A sudden crunch from afar perked your attention and you turned your head, listening intently and hearing extremely subtle voices in the distance. Your heart began to race as you took a breath in before yelling as loud as you possibly could. Adrenaline rushed through your veins as the voices of what you could only assume were members of a rescue team grew closer and closer. You picked your leg up and slammed it into the rubble again, the pieces falling and grazing your leg. You called out again, coughing through clouds of dust before looking down and seeing your foot fully sticking out of the pile of rubble. You could hear nothing but the sound of your own pounding heart and a deep male voice yelling “Over here!” followed by multiple pairs of footsteps.

Tears of relief sprung to your eyes as the debris above you began to move, being pulled away from you as you held Sumin close.

The rest was a blur. Both you and Sumin were taken to the hospital and separated but you couldn't help but to continue being worried for him, almost completely forgetting about your own injury.

You sat silently at his bedside, staring at his calm, sleeping face as the silence of the room consumed you. His bed was decorated with various balloons from his family and friends and you smiled to yourself as you thought about just how loved he was. You looked down at your toes sticking out of the bottom of your cast and wiggled them mindlessly.

You were lucky to only end up with a fracture, not like you would've cared if they had to go as far as to amputate. All you cared about was Sumin. The relief you had felt when the nurse told you it was only a bad concussion and a lot of bruises made you almost burst into tears right in front of her, but you simply thanked her as she left you and him alone.

Now you waited for him to awaken again, heart pounding from nerves about what you'll even say to him when he opens his eyes, but also pounding from fear. After all, the nurse said there was a chance he'd end up in a coma.

Millions of thoughts circled around in your head as you ran through all the possible things you could say once he woke up. “Rise and shine?” You cringed. “I missed you?” True but embarrassing. “I love you.” You buried your red face in your hands, closing your eyes and trying to steady your own heartbeat before you actually just melted into the floor. His smiling face flashed in your mind, giving you a tight feeling in your chest and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. “Maybe I should just say ‘I love you’...” you thought, sighing and running a hand through your hair.

A subtle rustle of a bed sheet pulled you from your stupor and your head snapped up just in time to see Sumin's eyes flicker open, groggily taking in the surroundings before landing on you. The moment he caught sight of you, that familiar wide smile, with a hint of sleepiness, graced his face.

“Hey, you.” He mumbled in a raspy morning voice with a hint of playfulness. You wondered why you even thought about what you would say to him as your body moved before your mouth could, throwing yourself at him and ignoring the way your leg ached in protest. You quickly buried your face in his shoulder and soaked it with your tears as his strong arms wrapped around your back and held you against him. His soothing hand caressed up and down your back as you sobbed, inaudibly mumbling through about how you thought you were going to lose him and how scared you were.

“Shhh…it's okay…I told you I wasn't leaving you.” That familiar comforting voice of his made you smile so widely your cheeks started to hurt and you pulled back from his shoulder to look into his face. He slowly reached a hand up, gently wiping the tears from your cheeks in the same way he'd done for you back then and it only made your tears come faster. “Why are you crying?” He chuckled, a hint of teasing in his voice.

“...Sumin…”

He smiled that beautiful smile of his and you couldn't take it anymore. You wanted to tell him you loved him. You had to. But the words wouldn't come out, so you settled for the next best thing. With clumsy hands, you grasped his face and pressed your lips against his, earning shocked wide eyes and a quick blush from him, although you couldn't see it with your eyes closed, completely and totally focused on kissing him. It didn't take long for one of his hands to find its way into your hair, holding the back of your head as he returned your kiss with equally as much passion as you showed him. It didn't feel real. The way one of his hands held the small of your back with the other tangled in your hair. The way his lips pressed to yours over and over again, the sound of his breaths between kisses making your stomach turn. It all felt like a dream.

You pulled away just enough so that your lips were barely touching and opened your eyes before speaking in a soft breathless tone.

“I love you, Sumin.”

“I know, just…keep kissing me.”

You giggled before getting cut off as he pulled your head back and pressed his lips to yours again.

It still baffles you how such a nightmare turned into such a dream.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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@chocoeon @hyunukitty @ihyeokzu @cake1box @chiiyuuvv @shortnstupid @dogyunslover

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chiiyuuvv · 2 months

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[DAY 16] masterlist ᡣ𐭩 !

- sumin headcanons! ; touch starved note** sumins song (used to be mardy bum by the arctic monkeys) has been changed to an alternative, since i was having a little trouble writing the original request :'')

♡list : @yzerpoz , @imthisclosetokms , @rizzkisworld , @hyvelxve , @dogyunslover , @starryriize

touchstarved!bf!sumin who..

𖤓 ⤑ hates leaving your side whenever you cuddle, his hands would try to hold your waist down when you try to push away, his head tucked deep inside your neck as he lets out a series of whines. You always try to find new ways to persuade the boy to let you go but, alas, it never works. His clinginess gets even worse when he's been having a hard day at work, he just needs to be comforted in your warmth to feel better :((

𖤓 ⤑ fails to hold back his smile whenever your fingers linger onto his arms, his hair; wherever they land. He just feels so giggly like an innocent school girl, his face hiding in his hands which hides his blushing cheeks. He only gets worse whenever you decide to tease him for it, trying to run out the room to escape your remarks.

𖤓 ⤑ can't get enough of your lips. He loves the soft feel of the plush pink and loves how you smile like crazy. Especially in the mornings: he loves waking up to your hands running up and down his warm, inviting body, before your lips find his. Sometimes, you're not even fully awake yet, so it becomes a little sloppy, but that never not makes his heart skip a couple beats. He also loves half-asleep cuddles; a sleepy, satisfied hum leaving his lips as he nuzzles his head onto yours, leaning into your warmth.

𖤓 ⤑ randomly bites you. Why does he do this? No one knows why. Sometimes he finds whatever you're doing to be too cute for his liking, and since he's just overwhelmed with emotions, he'll just grab your shoulder to bite. That's on most days. If your face is close enough, he will bite your cheeks. Don't say I didn't warn you.

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bro-atz · 2 months

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in dire need of repair

in which: there's only one man who can fix your sad, vanilla sex life, and that man is sumin.

pair: mechanic!sumin/afab!reader

word count: 2.1k

content: smut, oral sex, car sex, fwb type situation, completely consensual!

tag list: @eyeryis @sinnarols @dutchessskarma apply for the permanent taglist here!

You stood in front of the Tricky Auto Repair shop, your bottom lip tucked in between your teeth. It had been a while. You quietly entered to see your favorite shop mechanic bent over, his head pretty much buried in the engine of the sexy orange Mustang he was fixing up. Grease smudges decorated his cheek, exposed neck, and forearms. His hair had changed since the last time you saw him— he decided to go short on the sides and grow the rest of it out, some of his hair tied up haphazardly.

“Hey,” you said softly, earning his attention immediately.

Sumin stood upright and faced you, his eyebrows raising slightly as he laid eyes on you. He would’ve said he was surprised to see you, but based off the way you were describing the last guy you were meeting for dates, he wasn’t surprised to see you. If anything, he was surprised to see you there so early— you’d only been seeing the guy for three months. Honestly, a new record.

“Well, well, well,” Sumin said with a sly grin as he watched you fully walk into the auto repair shop wearing your nicest— and ironically, sluttiest— clothes with your low-cut top and light-wash skinny jeans, your black, strappy heels, and your hair and makeup done prettily. He closed the hood to the car then wiped his hand on a rag and asked, “Don’t you think you look a little too nice for a place like this?”

“Save it, Sumin,” you sighed. “I don’t need your scrutiny right now.”

“No, darling. Not scrutiny— just your standard inspection.”

“What, like I’m a car?”

“You do ride kind of nice—”

“Shut the fuck up,” you interrupted with mock-exasperation and a sly smile. “Seriously, though. It’s been a while.”

“Three months isn’t that long. You’ve been MIA for longer. Everything okay?”

You let out a deep sigh and took a seat in your regular spot— on the stool in front of the tool shelves. “Very obviously not,” you replied sadly. “I dumped him.”

“I mean, I kind of figured… But why?”

“He was really sweet and nice, but like…”

You could only mean one thing when you trailed off like that. Sumin echoed your sigh from earlier and looked at you with slight disapproval as he said, “Oh God, Y/N… Not again.”

“I’ve just been so frustrated for the past however many weeks it’s been since I started sleeping with him! I couldn’t do it anymore.”

“I feel like you said this the last time…” Sumin pondered out loud.

“Not funny, Sumin,” you whined. “I’m seriously so sick and tired of men being like this! He literally never wanted to do anything. If I wanted vanilla, I’d get ice cream, not date a total stick in the mud.”

“Fair. So, what, you wanted to revisit this again? Us?”

“Please, for the love of God. I need it,” you nearly begged the mechanic.

“Alright, fine. Lemme close the garage for a lunch break,” Sumin said, a smile playing on his lips.

“A lunch break, huh?”

“Would you rather a fifteen?”

“No, a lunch break sounds perfect. Let’s do that,” you quickly stated as you jumped to your feet.

“Alright, darling. You remember what to do, right?” Sumin asked as he started to close down the garage, the natural sunlight slowly dimming as the door came down.

“Of course.”

You shed your purse and shoes before carefully leaning against the hood of the car Sumin was working on, your fingers teasing your hair out. Sumin finished closing and locking the door before walking back to the car. He trapped you against the hood, his hands pressing into the cool steel as he leaned into you. His lips brushed along your jawline before trailing downwards and leaving soft kisses along the slope of your neck. Your fingers pressed further into the hood of the car as you supported more of your weight when Sumin moved his hands— one on the back of your head and gripping your hair, the other cupping and squeezing your breast lightly.

The kisses on your neck got sloppier as his grip on you got tighter, his firm hands pulling you into him. You let out a little cry when he pulled on your breast a little too hard, making the mechanic chuckle slightly. “You’re the one that didn’t want vanilla, darling,” he teased you as he brought his head up to meet your bleary gaze.

“I don’t…” you sighed out. “I-It just feels so good, Sumin.”

“How bad was he for something like this—” Sumin asked as he gripped both of your breasts harshly, “—to make you feel so good already?”

“N-not bad, just boring.”

“Boring is bad, darling. That’s why you’re here with me,” Sumin whispered sensually before pressing his lips against yours roughly. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll make you feel so good that boring will be disgusting.”

Suddenly, he lifted you up so that you were sitting on the hood of the Mustang while he remained standing in front of the car. He tilted his head up, and his lips met yours urgently. You ran your fingers through his hair and gripped his neck and shoulder as he made out with you recklessly, mercilessly. He quickly worked on getting you out of your clothes, leaving you on that hood wearing nothing but your panties. He released your lips and trailed his lips down your chest and to your breast, his tongue teasing and flicking your firm nipples. You started panting when you felt two of his gruff fingers rub against and into your panties, your arousal fluid steadily staining your pair of pretty panties. The knot in your stomach was tightening the more he sucked your nipple and stroke you, but along with that knot came a sense of frustration. It was when he left kisses down your torso and brought his face close to your crotch did you finally break.

“Sumin,” you whimpered as you tried to pull his head away. “I want you in me already—”

“Oh, no, darling,” Sumin grabbed your wrists and forced you to let go of him, his hands pinning your arms on either side of you. “Not without giving me a little taste, first.”

Pushing your panties to the side, Sumin sucked on your clit, the feeling making your toes curl in an instant. You whimpered and brought your thighs together, trapping Sumin’s head. He continued to work on your clit as he let go of one of your wrists to finger you, his three fingers filling you up. You moaned loudly when you felt them curl inside you, rubbing your walls just right to the point where you grabbed his hair and pushed him closer to your cunt.

Your entire body tingled when you heard him begin to slurp up your arousal and when you felt his tongue tease you, his fingers withdrawing. His tongue flicked rapidly against your folds and pressed into you, the curve of his tongue and the feeling of his nose brushing against your sore clit nearly making you cum— and Sumin knew that the second your thighs began to tremble uncontrollably, making him stop almost immediately.

“Down,” he told you as he stood upright and wiped his mouth. “Face the hood.”

You slipped off the car and nearly fell to the ground, your legs wobbly from Sumin eating you out. You turned around and leaned against the hood of the car, your stomach in knots as you anticipated his cock.

Sumin stripped down so that his upper body was stark while he merely lowered his pants and briefs to let his cock spring out. He rolled on a condom and returned to you, his hands reaching for and massaging your ass.

“You don’t want vanilla, you say,” you heard him mumble to himself. “Babygirl, you’ll never get vanilla from me.”

Hearing him call you babygirl made your heart flutter and butterflies swarm your stomach, but the butterflies immediately disappeared and the knots returned when his cock swiftly entered you. Although it had only been three months since you last saw him, you forgot his size, and you forgot the amount of times his cock wrecked havoc on your pussy. You moaned loudly as a result, your sweet voice echoing in the desolate garage.

“Oh, fuck!” you cried. “S-sumin! Shit!”

“I know,” Sumin grunted out with a slight smirk on his face as his waist slapped against yours at a slow, steady rhythm. “You missed me so much, didn’t you?”

“S-so much!”

The mere fact that you agreed with him made his cock twitch with excitement. He bucked his hips upwards as he fucked you from behind, one of his hands moving from your ass to your lower back then slowly sliding up your back until his fingers were brushing against the nape of your neck. You turned your head to look at him to see an intense look of concentration painted on his face, his eyes darkening with every thrust.

Then, your head snapped back the second his thrusts got more powerful, stars slowly starting to fill your vision as his cock repeatedly brushed past your G-spot.

“Hnngh— Yes, baby! Just like that,” you whined and brought your leg up as you tilted your waist up, trying for another angle. “Harder!”

Sumin grabbed your raised calf and pulled your leg back, turning your entire body to the side. He was moving faster, his cock rubbing inside you so much to the point where you thought he was going to rip your insides out. His hand grabbing and squeezing your ass as he rammed his waist into yours was the cherry on top that you needed. The knots in your stomach quickly unraveled, and stars completely filled your vision as you came, your thighs shaking, your pussy convulsing and squirting your arousal all over the place. More came out when Sumin pulled out entirely, making you cry loudly.

The car, which was moving along to Sumin’s pace, settled down at the same time you were able to blink all of the stars and tears out of your eyes. You hadn’t cum at all in the past three months, making this moment so worth the wait, but yet, you wanted more. You locked eyes with him, the man immediately licking and biting his lower lip sensually as he saw your half-lidded, misty eyes begging him for more.

Wordlessly, he turned you around so that you faced him, your ass pressing against one of the headlights of the Mustang. He brought one of your legs up, his hand tucked perfectly in the space behind your knee. And just as fast as he turned you around, he re-entered you, his cock filling you up once more. Now that you were facing him, his cock seemed to go even deeper inside you, brushing against your cervix every now and then.

“You shouldn’t have worn makeup, darling,” Sumin joked, his sentence coming out choppily as he continued to fuck you. “It’s all messed up now.”

“That— Angh— That was the point,” you panted out.

“Oh, yeah?” Sumin chuckled throatily, his chest rumbling and tickling yours as he leaned in. “Then let me make it worse.”

He kissed you sloppily, his tongue searching for yours as it dove into your mouth. His hand wrapped around your neck lightly, his fingers pressing into your skin ever so slightly that it barely restricted your breathing. It was subtle, but it did a fucking good job. You could feel the blood rushing through you, sending your mind through another high, and when his cockhead hit your cervix with all of his force, you came again. You clenched your pussy tightly as Sumin refused to pull out and let you cum completely, making his own vision go white.

“Shit,” he groaned against your lips, the vibrations from his voice just continuing to stimulate you. “I’m cumming!”

Sumin pulled out in an instant, your fluid finally being allowed to release, your cries echoing as you came even harder than the time before. Sumin, meanwhile, slipped the condom off and pumped his cock several times before ropes of white decorated your stomach and breasts, his breathing heavy as he came just as hard as you did. After he emptied his load completely, his breathing slowed down, and he sighed blissfully before reconnecting your lips with his.

“How… Was that?” he asked breathlessly.

“Exactly what I needed…” you responded in the same way, your chest rising and falling as you hugged him and kissed him again. You rested your forehead against his and continued, “Definitely not vanilla.”

“I told you, babygirl. You’ll never get vanilla from me.”

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peachesyeo · 3 months

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obsession ── sumin stalker

💌 parings: coworker!sumin x gn!reader 💌 genre: yandere, oneshot. 💌 contains: mentions of stalking 💌 word count: 0.3k words.

:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

"Hey, are you alright? You look unwell." Choi Sumin questioned. You smiled weakly at your coworker, or your crush. "I'm fine..."

Sumin was a tall man with dirty green hair, multiple piercings, and a loud, extroverted personality that allowed him to be one of the cafe's most popular workers. You, too, had also fallen for him after just one week of working with him.

"You don't look fine, though." He replied, frowning. The both of you are on the closing shift, and Sumin had stopped cleaning the equipments in his hands, his attention on you. "What's troubling you?"

You sighed. You didn't want to tell anyone about this, especially your crush. You thought that it was just your paranoia, but lately your insomnia has gotten worst because of this. "I think... I might have a stalker."

"What?" Sumin's voice was loud. He dropped his rag, eyes wide. You put down the rag you were using to clean the table-top, sighing.

"Well... I keep having the feeling of somebody following me home... And someone slipped a letter to me in the morning..." You shivered, remembering the details on the letter. "Saying something like loving me..."

Sumin frowned. "That's not good. Do you want me to accompany you home today?" He offered as your heart skipped a beat. You were about to tell him it's okay, but Sumin seemed to have predicted your rejection as he added. "No, I insist. This is dangerous, I'll walk you home tonight."

You smiled gratefully at him. "thank you, Sumin."

Sumin shrugged. "Hey, that's the least i can do for you, you know." He continued to wipe the equipments. "You're my coworker and friend, after all."

From that day on, Sumin would walk you home from your night shifts. The both of you would make small talk as you made your way home, and whenever Sumin is around, the feeling of being watched or followed disappears. You couldn't help but feel that Sumin is your knight in shining armour.

Soon, a blushing Sumin asked you out. You said yes, not even hesitating.

Sumin had you in his arms, his chin on top of your head. His eyes darkened as he wrapped his arms around you tighter.

I hope you will never find out the truth, my love.

➳ pernament taglist: @wonwooz1 @kwanienies @yeodeulz

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yuniniverse · 7 months

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Can u do sumin ff both of the reader and him meet at an art corse and it goes from there yk btw loved the hunter one I SCREAMED AND BLUSHED LIKE KASJKSOSJD ITS SO GOOOODD

PAIRING ! ━ sumin x gn reader

GENRE ! ━ college au ,friends to lovers ,fluff

WORD COUNT ! ━ 1.299k

AUTHOR NOTE ! ━ tysm for requesting ^^ sorry if it took a while hsjsjs this is my first time writing a request here but I hope you like it ^^

sumin looked around, smiling as he sees you rush into the classroom as you bow to the teacher while muttering a sorry as you were late. He looks at you with a slight smile as you make your way to your desk, dropping your bag to the side of your chair as you finally sit with a sigh. His eyes grow wider in curiosity as he sees you holding the drink he had kept for you. He eagerly tapped his feet onto the floor, proud of himself as he sees a happy smile on your face as you scan around the classroom to look for the person that had kept your favourite drink for you.

As soon as class was over you look for your friends, tilting your head to the side as you watch them run out without even sparing you a second glance. You pick up your bag and stand up while debating whether to follow them or not. Meanwhile Hyunwoo comes running towards you. You and Hyunwoo were partners in drawing fundamentals and design fundamentals class so it was a given that you two would be close, close to the point if one of you weren't with each other, others would ask where your 'twin' went.

he walked you to the cafeteria, you sense something was going to happen from how quiet your friend was, otherwise you'd be nodding at the talkative boy who would change the topic with every passing minute. Hyunwoo stops walking, causing you to stop as well. He turns to you with a slight pity face as he holds your hand, squeezing it. "I know i promised I would be with you for the extra classes last night, but I can't come with you now--" he couldn't even finish his sentence when you slapped his arm, earning a groan from the fox like boy. "YOU SAID YOU WOULD, NOW YOU CHICKEN OUT????" You scold to which the boy waved his hands together, "But hey you'll get a chance to meet Choi Sumin and be alone with him till the end of the day" he said as he nudged you. You let out a sigh as you push him away, "I only said he was cute Hyunwoo, I don't like him." You say to which the boy rolled his eyes. You lied and you knew your bestfriend knew you were too. The way your eyes would light up at the sight of the green haired but and how you'd always talk about him and how you'd stare at him in class was enough to let anyone know that you didn't just find him cute.

You drag your feet up the stairs, you weren't hungry anymore because the only person you were comfortable with is now not gonna be here until 6 pm. You groaned as you plop down onto your desk. You hear a slight chuckle, whipping your head around you meet the love of your life choi sumin. "Shouldn't you be with hyunwoo? It's new seeing you all alone" he says as he pulls a chair in front of you to sit. You ramble on how your bestfriend betrayed you and how you were mad because now your alone and you hate being alone and to add a cherry on top, it meant you'd be drawing alone for two hours. Sumin patiently listened to you rant, breaking into a small smile as you helplessly wave your hands around and whine at your unfortunate situation. How he wished he could just hug you so tight and never let you go. He adored you way too much and found you cute even if you were just existing.

"I'll stay back." He shrugs as you sit straight and look at him . "Really?" You ask with a glint of hope in your eyes to which he nods with a smile. You squeal as you jump out if your seat and hug him. It's only after a few seconds later you realise the poor boy was stiff on your hold, his eyes wide as he just stood as if he saw a ghost. You slowly back away as you mumble a sorry to which he shakes his head and pulls you to another hug, only this time his arm wraps around your waist instead of just dangling around his sides, you smile into the hug. your heart beats faster as butterflies swarm inside your stomach, you feel your cheeks heat up as he tightens the hug. Just as you were at the verge of melting into sumins touch you get pushed away, landing on your butt as you watch students slowly make their way into the class.

once classes were over you found yourself sitting on your desk, blood rushes to your cheeks and you can't seem to hide your smile as flashbacks of what happened earlier come into your mind. You lower your head and try to calm yourself. you feel your shoulder get tapped and when you look up you see sumin smiling down at you, "let's go? we shouldn't be late" he says as he takes your hands in his, holding hands side by side he walks you to your class as he sits at very back. You think he's only on his phone the entire time, guilt washing through you as you realise he'd have to be with you for the next two hours. Only if you knew how he loved to be with you. He watched how your fingers held the brush delicately and brushed through your canvas. He let out a breathy chuckle as he sees you struggling to finish a part, your hesitant fingers going back and forth but never touching the canvas with your brush. He stands up quietly and comes behind you, his fingers holding yours as he guides your hands throughout the canvas, you were too immersed at how well the painting was turning out to notice how the boy was nearly back hugging you. Sumin on the other hand was just as red as the cherry that was painted on the corner of the canvas. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but loved being close to you. You gave him warmth, a feeling of home. He felt all his worries drift away when he was near you. How could he think of anything when you were right infront of him? You were too beautiful in his eyes. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen, the most beautiful girl he would ever see and love. "Done" he muttered as his grip on your hands loosened but never left from holding your hands. He looked at your figure that was busy admiring the painting. The classroom was empty and quiet, the chirping of birds outside blurred out to him as he inched closer and tugged a strand of hair behind your ear. You look up, your heart skipped a beat at the close proximity between the two of you.

The corner of sumins lips twitched into a smile as he watched your eyes drift from his eyes to his lips. His hand cupped your cheek, inching closer until there was only an inch gap between your lips. He looked into your eyes, as if he was asking permission. You took the opportunity to tilt your head up, connecting your lips with his. sumins one hand rested onto your chair as he brought himself closer, deepening the kiss. he sighed into the kiss, smiling ever so slightly. A feeling of warmth and love rushed by you, the way your lips fit his so perfectly made you blush. He pulls away, pecking your nose as he shyly smiles and connects your forehead. Words need not be spoken to show how you two loved each other ever so much.

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jseobsky · 1 year

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Mr. smiles.

Pairing !: dancer!Sumin x dancer, barista, gn!Yn

Synopsis !: You had the biggest crush on a regular at the café you work at. Until one day, he stopped coming.

Genre !: Fluff, romance

Warnings !: swearing, haven’t proofread anything-

Requested by !: @xddjoong

Wc !: 1.8k

a/n !: hope you enjoy it <333

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Life was as good as it was. I mean life is good. Life is good when I get to dance, life is good when I talk with my friends, and life is good when I can drink my favourite drink while I wait for customers to arrive. However, life is definitely good when I get to see him. Every day, like a clock, at 5:23 pm, a certain person comes to our coffee shop. He smells like vanilla, which makes sense given the amount of vanilla he adds to his coffee… Which, for a black coffee, should be about 0 instead of the usual extra 2 teaspoons. His smile lights up the entire room, and his eyes sparkle when he comes with his friends sometimes. His voice sounds so angelic that even angels themselve-

“Yn!” I look away from a big window. “What, Yunho?” I’ve been working with Yunho ever since I got the job about two years ago. “You were spaced out. And if one more person gets inside the shop because you were staring at them for too long, I’m going to fire you” Oh true, he is the manager. “Sorry, what time is it?” “A quarter past five” “Shouldn’t you go away? Your shift ended 15 minutes ago, and I know how badly you want to get back home to watch your show with your boyf-” Yunho glares at me. “Your so-called bestie” He looks away, cleaning the countertop. “I’m sorry, I’m just saying that after three years of flirting here and there you would expect some action happening, or something yk?” He rolls his eyes at my words. “I’m covering Lia’s shift, she has an important thing to attend to” I follow Yunho around, cleaning the things he already cleaned. “She’s probably fuc” Ding ding. “Go back to work” I nod at him.

Walking back to the register I see the person I’ve been waiting for, I check my watch: 5:21 pm. He’s early today. I smile. Stfu you simp. I drag a hand in front of my face acting as if I was wiping my smile off. Once I see him standing in front of the register looking at the menu as if he didn’t always order the same thing over and over again, I can’t help but smile again. “Hi, how may I help you today?” My voice sounds dreamy like, totally not stressing out over the fact that the Choi Sumin was standing in front of me again.

Sumin and I go to the same dance academy, and although we don’t see each other much I always am on the lookout for him. We never really talked until one day he came to the coffee shop. I was tired, and when I saw a group of 10 people coming in I wondered if the universe had something against me. However, one of them specifically was really sweet, he gathered all the orders, made sure they weren’t making too much noise, and at the end, he stayed behind, piled everything the best way he could, and cleaned some of the spillings with napkins. It was customer love at first glance.

“My usual please” He smiled brightly at me. “To go or to drink here?” “To drink here please” Fuck yeah. Shit, professionalism. “It will be out soon” I ended the conversation with a smile, getting ready to make his coffee as he went to sit down on his usual table, his gaze never leaving my body. “Yn, the delivery is here, can you take care of it? I’ll do the orders” Yunho asked me. “Yeah sure!!” I smiled, knowing that even after being out for a while, Sumin will still be here. I went to take care of the new delivery. However, when I came back to the register after I was done, the shop now had three customers, but none of them was Sumin.

I never saw Sumin again at the café, I mean for the week that he hadn’t been coming. It was hard, it was even harder the fact that he would ignore me like the plague when we crossed paths at the academy.

“Okay, that’s it for today’s class, good job.” My dance teacher says to my group. I am tired, dancing non-stop for the past three hours was fun, but it left my body feeling a burning sensation, mostly when all my energy was going into making every move feel like a thousand moves energy-wise because of how I was feeling. “Yn, stay for a bit please” I stop walking and turn around to face my teacher once again. I nod at them and get closer. “There’s a new upcoming competition soon and I was asked to pick the contestants. I know you’re doing a lot of stuff right now, but I do think you would be the perfect fit for it” I smiled while still breathing hard. “Does this mean more hours of dancing in a day or am I switching some classes?” “Both actually, Monday’s class is going to be switched from freestyle to this competition. And we’re looking to see if both you and your partner are available to work on the dance Thursdays after class” I nod. Maybe if I ask to get to work at 5 instead of at 4. “I think I could make it, but I can’t stay longer than 5 pm” “What a coincidence!” I look at my teacher confused. “Your partner said the same thing. Then it’s arranged, practice starts tomorrow at three after class. See you then” “Wait, who’s my partner?” “Oh true, you might not know him, you never had a class together. But his name is Choi Sumin” Oh god…

Thursday couldn’t come faster. All I wanted was for time to stop and for 3 pm to never come. How would I face him? I stare at the closed door of the dance studio I was going in. Fuck, not only I’m tired from my other classes, but now I have to face my worst nightmares, why universe? Why? “Um, excuse me, are you going in?” I turn around to find Sumin, way closer than he should be. I get nervous, my stomach now doing backflips. “Yeah sorry” I turn around again and open the door as fast as I can. Sumin enters the room after me, he is wearing a black hoodie with matching black pants, and a half-open bag hanging on one of his shoulders. His hair is wet, probably from him dancing for the past hours just as I was. He walks with uncertainty, his pace being slow while his head looked around the room, never looking at me. Should I talk to him? “Um, my name is Yn, nice to meet you” Yeah with that quiet voice you ain’t going anywhere. I do the motion of tucking my hair behind my ears, and I smile as awkwardly as I can. “Yeah, the teacher told me so...” Sumin said while taking out a water bottle from his bag. I tried to hold my laugh. It had a peach sticker stuck on the bottle that said “Shake your butt” He looked at me and I straightened my posture. “You’re the café barista right?” “Yeah.” He nodded his head slowly. “right…”

Our first dance class went better than expected. The teacher was right, I was a good fit for the song. Although the dancing style needed more closeness with a partner than what I was used to, the song was just perfect. Perfectly a pain in the ass. Why did I have to be so close to Sumin? Why did sparkle go through my body when we first touched each other? Yet I gotta say, that for me expecting to fall on the floor Sumin cursing me out and telling me that he never wants to talk to me ever again, it went well. “And five, six, seven, eight. And. Snap cross, wave in, turn around, and fall, boom boom.” Our teacher counted as we moved, lost in thought at the end. “I’m going to look for some heels, I’ll be right back, take a short break” We nodded and went to sit down on a different end of the mirror. “You know” Sumin started talking. “You dance really good” what. “Thank you” I smile a bit. “You too” “I actually have been seeing you dance for a while now, I really love your expression style” Say what. “Thank you” He sighed. “I just want to say this so it doesn’t get in the way of our dance.” He took a deep breath before continuing. I looked at him confused, my head tilting to the side. “I actually started coming into the café you work at in hopes of seeing you more, maybe starting a conversation, maybe getting your number. But I was always too nervous to approach you. I figured out I should finally leave you my number. So I gave it to your coworke- actually let me rephrase that, I gave my number to your boyfriend. I’m sorry, I know he probably told you about it and I know you probably feel uncomfortable. So I just want to say that I’m sorry again” SAY WHAT?! “Um. Well. I. I don’t know what. I” Sumin nodded. “Don’t worry, I can ask to get switched out, I understand. “Wait no!” He looked at me briefly before going back to look at the floor. “I’m flattered, how could you make me uncomfortable?! I loved seeing you every day at the café. And like I also love how you dance and I love to be here. And I would love to get your number” I blushed. “What about your boyfriend?” “What boyfriend?” I frowned. He looked up at me and also frowned. “The one that world with you? The tall one? I think on his name tag it said something like Juno, Junho, Yunjo” “That fucking bitch.” “What?” His eyes widened as I look mad. I scoffed. “That’s my coworker. I don’t have a boyfriend, he even is dating his friend. Why would he even do that.” I looked up trying to find an answer. “Then go out with me” My head snaps back at Sumin, he had the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on him, and that’s saying a lot. I also let myself smile.

Life is as good as life is. I mean life is good. Life is good when I dance, life is good when I win dance competitions, life is good when I hit Yunho because he thought Sumin was a perv asking for my number, and life is good when I get to talk with my friends. But life is especially good when I see him, mostly now that we’re officially dating, and now that he is back at coming to my shop every day.

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sris-skies · 20 days

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birthday drawing- sumin xikers

the quiet sound of his alarm woke him up, causing sumin to slowly blink his eyes awake in an attempt to orient himself with his surroundings. as sumin rolled over in order to turn off his alarm, a sleepy whine came from behind him. he looked over to see his girlfriend mostly asleep, lit up by sunlight starting to peek through the cracks in the curtains. she looked so peaceful whilst sleeping, hair splayed across the pillow, curled up onto one side facing him. sumin gently moved aside stray strands of her hair from out of her mouth, not waking her in the process. after a quiet 5 minutes filled with his girlfriend’s soft breathing, sumin found the will to get up and out of bed, stumbling drowsily into the kitchen in order to make himself and y/n breakfast.

sumin tiredly plated their breakfast, glancing over on the kitchen bench and saw an empty page in his sketchbook open on the kitchen bench. he smiled and sat down next to the sketchbook with his breakfast, preparing to draw something for y/n who was sleeping peacefully in the other room, when he stopped. on the page was already a drawing. it was of a dinosaur with a party hat on, holding a cake, with the words ‘happy birthday, my love!!’ written above the drawing.

the sound of shuffling footsteps caught his attention, looking up from his now favourite card to see y/n half asleep, walking into the kitchen whilst yawning. “oh, you’re already awake. damn, I wanted to make you breakfast today” she said, pouting a little, before walking straight over to his side, pressing a loving kiss to his temple. “happy birthday sumin” she said softly, pulling him into a longer kiss.

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xhikers · 7 months

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Can u do a sumin imagine where both of u just have an art date ?!! And btw love your writing so pretty and wholesome

art studio - c.sm

pairing- choi sumin (xikers) x reader

synopsis- your boyfriend sumin takes you on a surprise date!

warnings- none, lmk if i missed anything! (lowercase intended)

word count- 0.6k

authors note- thank you so so much for your request!! and tysm for ur kind words i really appreciate it!!

you were standing in front of the closet in your bedroom. you were met with clothes that you had worn probably hundreds of times before, but all of the sudden, nothing looked good. you were getting ready for your date with your boyfriend, sumin and he would be there to pick you up any minute. one thing that sumin always did was plan dates for the two of you and not tell you what they were until you got there. he probably did this due to the fact that you hate surprises and your boyfriend loves nothing more than to mess with you. you pulled a plain white shirt off of the hanger and examined it. it wasn’t perfect, but what could go wrong with a plain shirt? you finished getting dressed just in time, tying your shoes as you heard sumin’s car pulling up to your house.

you opened the door before he could ring the doorbell, greeting him with a bright smile.

“hey!”

“hey!” he responded, matching your excitement as usual.

“so what are we doing?” you asked

“we’re painting! i found a super cool art studio that lets you go there and just paint or draw or whatever you want! its more fun than doing it at your house or something because it’s an actual art studio!”

sumin has always been super artistic. weather it was creating actual physical drawings or his fashion sense, he loved to express himself using art. you loved art as well, but you were nowhere near as good as sumin.

“wow! that sounds fun!”

“yeah i’m excited!”

you hopped into the passenger seat of his car looking out the window and engaging in some casual conversation with sumin before you arrived to the studio.

you walked into the studio and sumin seemed to be somewhat familiar with it as he led you to a room off to the side of the building. it was a pretty small room, it had two easels set up with large canvases sitting on them. you noticed how his face lit up, he was completely in his element.

you sat down on the stool in front of the canvas farthest from the door and started grabbing tubes of paint. you weren’t the most creative, so you decided to just paint a landscape.

as you were paining, you listened to the soft music playing from the other side of the door in the main room of the studio. you looked over at sumins canvas for the first time that day and to say that you were amazed would be an understatement. you could see millions of his drawings and paintings and still be astonished at his talent.

he was painting a large flower that took up the majority of the canvas. you studied the painting for a minute or so before getting back to your landscape that looked mediocre at best next to his piece.

it was about an hour later when the two of you finished your paintings, sumins, of course, looked great but he kept telling you how good yours looked.

“no! yours looks great! you should paint more often.” he told you, still staring at your painting.

he was probably just saying that, but you still appreciated his dedication. you might not have been as artistic as he was but this was one of your favorite dates that the two of you had ever been on! getting to watch your boyfriend do one of the things that he loves the most was better than anything you could ask for.

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sminiac · 5 months

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BESTIE I NEED YOU TO HEAR ME OUT

xikers reaction to you wearing lingerie for the first time?

U r the best writer on this app fr

💌 — BFF!!! I cannot accept this compliment in good conscience when I have the mutuals that I have, but it makes me incredibly happy that you’re enjoying the stuff that I put out :,) LOTS OF LOVE!!! (I can’t tell if this is okay or not, but I’m posting so…)

Warnings — NSFW focused, light smut, MDNI.

Minjae would be so incredibly taken aback, like he’s just so mesmerized to the point that he barely remembers that he’s physically in front of you until you’re poking at him, asking if he’s okay, and like- no???? The type to feel like it’s his first time being intimate with you again, shaky hands and stuttered words cut short by the haste of trying to settle his breathing back into a comfortable pace before you start noticing. Once he gets over the initial shock of seeing you in something so revealing it’s all he can ever think about, asking for pictures frequently, even when he’s working. It’s just- how could the mental image ever leave that pretty head of his once he’s seen it for himself, experienced it.

“Can you say something?” His gaze is fixated, unwavering even as you’re subconsciously starting to curl in on yourself from the fear of his sudden and intense silence. “Anything?” You squeak, hands wrinkling the thin fabric as they slide to cover the parts of you his eyes repeatedly flit between. Before you’re able to succeed in your feeble attempt to shield away, his hand gently catches at your wrist, silently easing it further back until he can see all of you again. “Don’t- just. I just need to take all of you in, for a minute, if you don’t mind?” The words scramble together in a careless attempt, he just needs more time, that’s all it is, needs the image of you splayed out so pretty to be burned into his retinas so that he’ll never have to conjure up the sight from scratch again.

“You’re everything, you know that? My pretty girl.”

Junmin is the type to be shy with his words but confident in his hands, poor thing can’t get a full sentence out without being accompanied by stuttering and taking back words because the way he strung them together didn’t quite convey the way he’s feeling, but could he ever? All while words tangle at his tongue his hands move to touch you with a surprisingly firm grip, he doesn’t tremble, he isn’t hesitant, he knows that you’re his to touch, why would lingerie change that? No way he doesn’t have a thing for those diaphanous babydoll’s, specifically likes having you ride him in them, watching through the delicate coloured fabric as you’re repeatedly swallowing down his cock.

“You’re- this, this is what your surprise is?” He’s got his lower face nestled into the crook of his arm, knowing that if it were to be shown you’d laugh at how evidently warm he’s gotten in the matter of seconds. “You don’t like it? I thought it was, pretty.” You catch a glimpse at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the thin mesh, unabashed as you adjust it around the seams, meanwhile Junmin is sitting like stone on the bed, fighting with himself over allowing himself to fully take you in or to keep awkwardly looking away from you every few seconds. You’re his girlfriend though, he could stare without there being any repercussions, right? Without it being weird, you wouldn’t mind, surely. He continues eyeing you up through the mirror, eventually quietly asking of you to come to him, that he just: “wants a better look.” Shifting himself to sit at the edge of the bed, guiding you to stand between his legs, your back to him so you can watch through the mirror as he inspects the small embellishments he couldn’t see as well from afar, the delicate lace detailing that lines the bust. He thinks you make the set even prettier, just wants you to admire it too while his fingers are fucking into you, eyes suddenly not so shy.

Before Sumin actually sees you in lingerie he’d sometimes make passing comments about someday wanting to, walking past a certain store in the mall? He’s shameless in pointing out certain pieces through the windows, even going as far as to explain that he thinks you’d look good in certain colours, patterns, cut. Isn’t shy about the specifics at all, which is why he has the biggest grin on his face seeing you in familiar looking panties paired with a similarly style of bra, a thin silk robe with intricate patterns haphazardly balanced on your shoulders. Think he definitely has a thing for silk, there’s this thought that’s been rotting in my head that he he buys silk ribbon, uses it in the bedroom on you, but also as a sort of outfit accessory in public, lol. He’d have a thing for those crazy detailed sets, like the ones with garter belts, lace, ribbon etc.

“So you did get it, I was wondering why you were so short with me when I called.” Whatever was on his phone couldn’t be less important than it is now, it falls from the tips of his fingers into the soft comforter, fuck, he could’ve thrown it across the room and not blinked twice. “You wouldn’t shut up about it, big mouth.” You pull out a chuckle, though it sounds distant, like the sound you make when you can’t tell exactly what the other persons saying so you laugh in hopes that it fits the context, he doesn’t regard it, his hands just need to be everywhere, anywhere. “You can put it to use then.” Guiding you into the bed, his eyes move in the same fashion that his fingers do as they run across your skin, slipping under the thin band of your underwear, he runs it all the way to the round of your hip before he goes still. “Take this off.” He says, already so eager, making his own work of it before you have the chance, “But- I thought this is what you wanted?”

“Don’t care, you look too good, just needta’ fuck you. Now.”

Jinsik, sweet boy, would be so constant and loose lipped with his praise. Maybe only briefly mentioned it once or twice, but never explicitly stated that he’d want you in something so scandalous, even if it’s just for a night, but he gets so giddy when you’re telling him to take off one of his over sized shirts you’ve thrown on top to keep the surprise hidden, the lace details so pretty under the tips of his fingers as he drags the hem of his shirt further up your torso, the more that’s revealed the more strained he’s becoming in his sweats. The type to want to make you the focus of the night, because you’re so sweet, dressing up just for him, will want to let you know how appreciative he is.

“You’re not real,” he breathes, eyes nervously darting from your face and back down to the slow motion of his arm that works his shirt up and out of the way. “there’s no way.” You’re giggling in his ear, a hand idly rubbing through his soft hair, keeping the ends from falling over his eyes, but he’s far too entranced to care. “You’re so dramatic.” His tongue wets at his lip to keep the words flowing steady, cause if not then they’d surely lodge into the back of his throat seeing the way the trim of your bra hugs at the top of your breasts. “Can I… I’m allowed to touch you?” The front of his brows raise, his eyes big, cute as he silently pleads with you. “‘s is all for you, I’d hope that you’re allowed.” His irises roll, the corner of his mouth pulling into a crooked grin, but his fingers keep moving, feather light, almost teasing.

“You don’t even realize that you’ve got me wrapped around your finger. Tell me what to do next, please baby- tell me what you need.”

I think out of all of them, Hyunwoo would be the most collected, manages to keep a level head despite how raptured he is with you. I think he’d also be the most nonchalant, yet confident in bringing up lingerie, the type to be comfortable to talk with about it while not having to worry about him dropping dizzy to the floor once the pieces are actually laid out in front of him. Wants you to know that whatever you’re comfortable with, what you feel good in, is more than enough for him.

“You’re already making me hard.” His head curls into his shoulder, watching as you wrestle off your clothes that were purposely thrown on top, knees dug securely into the mattress beside to keep you steady in your hurried attempt. “I haven’t even taken this off yet.” His hand moves to rest over the top of your thigh, thumb rubbing warm circles into your skin, sighing, “I know, but it’s the fact that I know what’s under. You can’t blame me, you’re just so attractive in general.” He’s offering to help undress you, but only because you’re taking so long by yourself, and his hips are starting to subconsciously roll at the thought of what’s yet to come. Plants wet kisses anywhere he can possibly reach once he’s got you laid out, secretly just wanting a closer look, to get a feel, because tonight will certainly be on replay in his head for months on end. The following weeks he’s trying to subtly get you into lingerie as often as he can, becomes a real sucker for taking you shopping for new sets.

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fordohyon · 2 months

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sumin fic in the making ☝️ striving for at least 3k words 💪 its currently at 1.8k

#xikers #yu’s rambling — 📞#xikers x reader #xikers sumin #choi sumin

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lil-elle · 5 months

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Sumin Masterlist ♡

Drabble:

Nothing yet~

Full Length:

A Waking Nightmare - bff!sumin is prepared to sacrifice himself for you (angst!)

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chiiyuuvv · 21 days

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his perfect world 🩷 c. sumin

sort of like a montage of you going to his house, and vice versa,, idk i got carried away ngl

boyfriend!sumin x fem!reader 0.4k listen to the song!!

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

It’s like the stars reunited when the wind lightly flows through your hairs, your intertwined hands glowing gleamingly, almost like it was as easy as to breathe, so perfect it could be jotted down in a textbook without having to be revised in the future. It was sugary sweet just like candy, watching the years go by in a blink. Sure, there were some roadblocks here and there, but at the end of the day you always knew how to come together and resolve the situation, using that unique position to learn more about the other and balance out your factors.

After dating you for so long, sumin knew your capabilities. You could walk into a room and wow everyone and anything that gazed at you just like how he gazed at you so long ago, dressed in the summer dress you wore when he confessed to you in the winter, dragging you with your intertwined pinkies to his families house, showing you off like you were a prized possession. And that's what you were to him, his prized possession. He’d do anything for you, willing to throw away his parents if they ever disagreed with his choice of a woman. But there was no use for the latter, since your personality already shined bright, even making his father crack a smile when he was known to be reserved around strangers.

And when you introduced sumin to your family, calling him your beloved boyfriend, he felt on top of the world, knowing he’s looking at the things that made you, you. He did feel quite intimidated by your childhood boy friend, but he knew your friend had good intentions, willing to knock sumin’s lights out if he did anything to hurt you. But your laugh was able to cut the tight tension in half, because you knew sumin would never do anything listed. You knew sumin treated you like a feather, his kisses light like you were cargo in poor condition. And when you’re tucked away in the bathroom, he’d use the perfect opportunity to ask your parents for their blessing, because sumin knew you were the girl of his dreams, his future he could always turn to with ease. He loved you, more than anything in the world, and besides the diamond ring he had stored in his back pocket, he was willing to showcase that to anyone who walked by, he was even willing to get on one knee, all just for you.

︴bonus! happy birthday sumin !! credit to the server for coming up with the idea and @marw-lilia for extending it

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bro-atz · 5 months

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the humanity of anthropology

in which: sumin has a big fat crush on the ta in his anthropology class.

pair: undergrad student!sumin/grad student!afab!reader

word count: 6.3k

content: college!au, smut, crush to lover, experienced, bedroom sex, oral sex, safe sex, completely consensual!

author's note: 1. this is my first xikers smut and i was extremely nervous the whole time writing it 2. this was NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SO LONG IDK WHAT HAPPENED ugh my b 3. nd yes ofc imma going to start w sumin bc ya know i gotta i love my xikers main rapper my bias my cutie my handsome boy

tag list: @eyeryis apply for the permanent taglist here! university!series: sumin, minjae, junmin, hyunwoo

Sumin tapped his foot on the ground anxiously as he waited for his class to begin. It wasn’t that he was overwhelmed by the class— he chose to major in anthropology in the first place. It was you, the teaching assistant, that made him all sorts of nervous despite only knowing of your existence for three weeks because that’s how long it had been since the semester started. You captivated Sumin from the moment you walked into the classroom that very first day with your bright smile and infectious laughter of yours. It wasn’t just Sumin who was enamored, though— it was the majority of the class.

Every single class and recitation, Sumin tried to subtly show his interest in you; he would stay after class to ask questions he already knew the answers to, and he participated in all of the discussions to show off his intellect. And he did catch your attention, but you treated him with the same friendly warmth as you treated everyone else. But it wasn’t that you didn’t like him– you simply had to remain professional for the sake of the class. After all, he was still a year from finishing his Bachelor’s degree while you were a graduate student.

As the professor droned on about the origins of homo sapiens, Sumin found his gaze drawn to you as per usual. You were paying attention to the lecture and discussing points with the other TAs while leaning against a desk, a small smile on your lips as your eyes flitted to the infatuated boy sitting mere rows away from you every so often. Sumin tried his best to tear his eyes away from you and focus on the class, but when a beam of sunlight danced through the window, highlighting the shine in your hair and the sparkle in your eyes, he simply could not. You took his breath away.

“Alright, recitations,” the professor clapped their hands. “Your TAs will meet with you to discuss your essay during this weeks recitations. Y/N, you and your recitation will stay back like usual. The rest of the class is dismissed.”

The recitation you led was right after the big lecture, which you didn’t mind at all because it meant a cleaner schedule for you. You stood in the front of the room and gestured for all of the students in your recitation to move forward in the hall, filling up the empty seats in the front rows. Sumin, not wanting to seem too eager, sat in the second row, but he made sure to have a good view of you.

“I’ll be going over your papers individually, so use the time while you wait to get started on this week’s readings— or do whatever you want, honestly,” you said with a slight laugh, knowing that most of the students in the room don’t give a shit about doing the homework. “I’ll call you up by name when it’s your turn to go over your essay, okay?”

The students in the room chorused a lame “okay” and started mingling with themselves.

“Psst, Sumin,” Sumin’s friend, Hyunwoo, whispered to him while poking his shoulder. “Hey. Hey, buddy. Hey—“

“What, Hyunwoo?” Sumin turned to face his annoying friend.

“How’d you do on the essay? I know you checked the grade once the professor put it in.”

“I got an A,” Sumin said dejectedly.

“What the hell? Why are you sad about an A?!”

“I— Uh… I just don’t want the professor to have high expectations of me?” Sumin had to lie if he wanted to keep his crush on you under wraps.

“Geez… I completely fucking failed. I’m scared Y/N is going to rip me to shreds…”

“She’s too nice to do that, and you know it.”

“Still—”

“Choi Hyunwoo?” You called, immediately making the boy flinch.

Sumin watched as Hyunwoo slinked over to you like a dog with his tail in between his legs. Sumin kept watching as you pointed out the various mistakes in the boy’s essay with the softest look on your face, sending Sumin’s heart racing at a million miles per hour. Then, the sudden realization that you were going to call on him next, assuming you were going through the students alphabetically by last name, made his heart thump hard against his chest.

The poor boy was so far in his own head that he didn’t even realize you were done discussing Hyunwoo’s essay with him. “Choi Sumin?” your voice snapped him out of his trance.

Scrambling, Sumin made his way over to you, and you couldn’t help but smile; whenever he was studying, he always looked so charismatic and studious, so seeing him approach you with the lightest blush on his face was a treat. It made you want to tease him more, see an even shyer side of him if possible.

“Hi there,” you greeted him with a gentle smile, making his face go even pinker.

“Hi,” Sumin responded quietly while avoiding eye contact.

You pushed his essay in front of him, the blush immediately disappearing from his face— when it came to homework and assignments, Sumin was very serious, and the change in his demeanor made you all the more curious.

“You did a really good job with the material, Sumin. I wonder if you should be the TA instead of me.”

“I-It’s only because you’re good at going over the material during our recitations…”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, and the beautiful sound of your chuckle made the boy’s ears turn red.

“I feel like I don’t even need to go over your essay with you… Do you even want me to?”

“Yes! Please!” Sumin immediately responded; he wasn’t going to lose the chance to spend more time with you.

“Ah, I see,” you bit back another chuckle. “Alright, well, I need to spend a little more time with the students who really bombed their essays, so why don’t we meet at the library sometime this week so we can dive deeper into the technicals of your essay?”

Sumin nodded eagerly, unable to formulate the proper words to tell you how much he would like to do that.

“What days are best for you?”

“Dude, I cannot believe you’re ditching us on a Friday fucking night to spend time with that TA,” Seeun, an underclassman friend of Sumin’s, said with a huff. “Y/N is literally just going to talk to you about class! Why would you want to study on a Friday night?!”

Sumin was in his dorm room getting ready for his library meet up with you, his friends all dressed up and ready to clubbing like they always did every Friday night.

“Oh, you should see the way he looks at her. I doubt that he’ll even be listening to her at all,” Hyunwoo nearly burst out laughing.

“Shut up. This is why I said okay to Friday night. I’d rather spend time with her than you buffoons.”

“Um, ow, but I get it,” Jinsik, the only other romantic in the group, empathized. “The heart wants what the heart wants, and right now, Sumin’s heart wants romantic love, not platonic or temporary.”

“If that’s the case, then come here,” Seeun held his arms out for Sumin. “I’ll give you some sweet lovin’, babe.”

Sumin immediately ran away from Seeun while Hyunwoo, who actually burst out laughing this time upon seeing Seeun’s cringy moves, shoved the tall boy away while saying, “Fuck outta here, you cheese-giraffe!”

“Cheese-giraffe?!”

“What do you plan on doing with her, anyway?” Jinsik asked Sumin while stepping in between the quarreling boys. “Are you thinking something PG, PG-13, or R?”

Sumin, Hyunwoo, and Seeun all looked at the boy with stone faces, wondering why he would describe life in movie ratings in the first place.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking of, but I’m just using this as an opportunity to get to know her… I’m not expecting anything,” Sumin stated simply.

“Really? You? The breaker of hearts?” Hyunwoo was taken aback.

“The guy that all the girls fawn over after me?” Seeun piled on.

“The one notorious for last minute hookups?” Jinsik added one more title.

“Is is really that hard to believe that I’m not trying to make anything happen tonight?”

“Wait, so like… You don’t even want to try to sleep with her?” Seeun asked with mild shock.

“Not even a little kiss?” Hyunwoo added.

“No hug either?”

“No, I want to take everything at her pace, hoping that I can get closer to her over time—”

His three friends groaned at his response, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t about to let his friend’s reactions bother his time with you.

He said he wasn’t going to let it bother him, but it bothered the shit out of him on his walk to the library until he saw you at the library. The library was surprisingly crowded when Sumin arrived, students scattered among the rows of bookshelves, their whispered conversations providing a soothing ambient hum. You were already there, sitting at a small table by the window, your eyes downcast as you looked over Sumin’s essay for the umpteenth time— you were still taken aback by the way he used his vocabulary to create such an eloquent essay.

“Hey,” Sumin breathed out, a smile tugging at his lips as he slid into the seat across from you.

“Hi,” you responded, your heart fluttering upon seeing him; he was wearing his standard street clothes, but you noticed that he put a little more effort into his fashion, making you wonder if he did that because he was meeting with you. You immediately shoved the thought out of your head and got down to business. “Ready to dive into your essay?”

For a second, disappointment flashed through Sumin’s eyes, but that disappointment disappeared as you praised his work, giving him a surge of pride. And gradually, your conversation shifted from the academics of anthropology to the humanity of anthropology as the two of you discussed your childhood dreams, favorite books, embarrassing moments— wherever the conversation took you.

Your heart hammered in your chest when the two of you somehow got to talking about likes and dislikes in another person. It took everything in you to keep from describing him as your ideal type, but the more you talked to him, the more you realized that his ideal type was you. You.

Sumin, on the other hand, wanted to put his foot in his mouth. He could not believe that he was running his mouth to the point where it was painfully obvious he liked you. Seeing your lack of reaction, though, made his heart fall slightly, but seeing as you were still there, he still gave it his best shot.

The library was pretty empty by the time the warning bell went off. You and Sumin both looked at the time in surprise, then at each other with wide eyes.

“Time really flew, huh? We barely talked about your paper,” you said with a sigh.

“I mean… We can always meet again next week? Talk about it then?” Sumin proposed, praying to whatever God was out there that you’d say yes.

His prayers worked.

“Next week, same time, same place?”

“Yes, please.”

“Let me get this straight— you’re ditching us again for that TA?!” Seeun asked incredulously.

The friend group had gathered in Sumin’s dorm once again. Seeun, Hyunwoo, and Jinsik were all dressed to go clubbing yet again. Sumin, on the other hand, wore what he could only describe as a date night fit. This was the third time Sumin ditched them to hang out with you Friday night.

“Yes. I’m ditching this Friday, and the Friday after that, and so on and so forth for the foreseeable future,” Sumin stated simply.

“For Y/N,” Hyunwoo said with a heavy sigh. “I get that she’s pretty, but you still haven’t even kissed or hugged yet, dude. Fuck, you haven’t even held her hand yet, and you still only meet up at the library! What makes you think she’s worth your time at this point when there’s not even a sign that she’s into you the same way?”

“Exactly! You’re not even pulling your moves on her to lock her down! If I were you, I would’ve showed her everything that first day and show her exactly what she’d be missing out on,” Seeun said.

“He doesn’t have to do any of those things to show his interest, and neither does she!” Jinsik jumped to Sumin’s defense. “They’re going to take it so fucking slow like a snail, but that doesn’t mean there’s no feelings there. Not all of us are quick to jump into flings and hook ups.”

Jinsik looked right at Seeun as he said that, the tall boy looking around in confusion. “You mean me?”

“Yes, you, you tall man-slut,” Hyunwoo answered on behalf of Jinsik.

“You’re just mad that I pull and you don’t,” Seeun scoffed. “Besides, Sumin used to be so much more worse than me before he even fell in love with Y/N—”

“Alright, get out. I’m gonna leave soon and I don’t need you drama queens pissing me off before I see Y/N,” Sumin shooed his friends out of his dorm room.

“At least try to do something with her tonight!” Hyunwoo gave his unwanted advice.

“Yeah! Pull those old Sumin moves on her!” Seeun added to the encouragement right before the door slammed in his face.

Your Friday nights with Sumin went from being in the library to hanging out in the park to going out for desserts. You had never felt so comfortable with any guy before, and even though Sumin had your heart racing, you didn’t want to run away. No, you wanted to stay right by his side and risk cardiac arrest.

What was bothering you, though, was that he hadn’t made a single move. He didn’t try to hold your hand or hug you or anything like that. Maybe he wasn’t as into you as he thought. But then, he’d say or do something that made your heart flutter— once he showed off his art skills and sketched a portrait of you that you were amazed with— so you wondered if there actually were feelings there.

One Friday night, Sumin was walking you back from a bar to your apartment, the two of you happily chatting about God knows what. When you arrived at your stoop, Sumin wished you a good night and was about to leave, but that night you had enough liquid courage in your system to ask him what was up.

“Sumin, wait,” you called, the boy immediately stopping in his tracks and returning to face you. “Listen, I enjoy spending time with you—”

Sumin’s eyes flew wide open; he didn’t even get to ask you out yet, and you were already rejecting him?

“—and I would love to keep spending time with you, but first I want to know… What are we doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“This is the sixth Friday night in a row we’ve gone out, and I know we wouldn’t spend this much time with each other if we weren’t interested in each other in the slightest… I mean you walk me home, and during class and recitations, I always catch you staring at me—“

A red blush rose to Sumin’s cheeks the second you told him that.

“—but you don’t do anything else, so I’m always confused. I need to know if you’re actually interested in me or if you see this as a friendship and nothing else and I’m just overthinking this.”

You didn’t realize how out of breath your ramble would make you until you stopped; you weren’t fighting for air, but you were breathing a little heavy at that point.

“I… I had no idea you felt that way,” Sumin said in a small voice.

He took a step towards you, and for the first time in your whatever-this-was-relationship with him, he held your hand. Maybe it was because he had never done so before, but your heart nearly tore through your chest. Sumin’s hands were soft, and they encompassed your hand way more than you were expecting.

“The thing is…” he continued. “My friends freaked me out. They were talking about… Well…”

Sumin cleared his throat and looked away awkwardly, his face and ears turning redder by the second. You squeezed his hand and brought his attention back to you.

“What were they talking about?”

“They were talking about us— no, actually just me— being intimate with you from day one. But I didn’t want you to think of me that way. I seriously like you, Y/N, and I want to be with you, but I wanted to take it at your pace and make sure that you shared the same feelings for me, which is why I maintained the tiniest bit of space between us.”

Sumin reached for your other hand so he could hold both your hands, the warmth from his hands spreading up your arms and to your cheeks.

“I wanted to get closer to you over time,” he whispered.

“You definitely did that,” you responded in the same register.

“And I definitely am interested in you and like you so goddamn much. I guess we’re both being anxious fools about this, but that can change.”

“Change to what?”

For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other, the air between you charged with feelings of want and desire. Then, wordlessly, as if in a dream, Sumin released your hands to cup your face and hold your waist, leaned forward, and brushed his lips against yours faintly, only for his lips to immediately return and press a light kiss onto your lips.

This. This is what you wanted for the past six weeks. You responded eagerly, your hands sliding up to his neck, pulling him closer to you. His arm immediately wrapped around you, bringing the two of you even closer together. The kisses the two of you shared went from short and sweet straight to deep and passionate. Sumin sucked on your lower lip so hard that you felt like your lower lip was going to be sore and swollen the next day, but you didn’t even care because at that point, you just wanted him. All of him.

The two of you were completely breathless when you ended your chain of kisses. Sumin dropped his head and hugged you, his large hands pressing into your upper and lower back. You hugged him back, your entire body flushing with warmth as you felt the muscles on his body move with every deep breath he took.

“So then,” Sumin said breathlessly while pressing his forehead to yours. “Can I…”

You leaned away from him and looked him in the eye, already anticipating his request. “Yes, let’s go.”

You didn’t realize how animalistic Sumin was until he stopped holding himself back. You were completely amazed by the amount of self control he had because he had gone from the precious, studious university student you knew from class to an impatient, insatiable potentially long-term lover. The second you entered your apartment and closed the door behind you, Sumin grabbed your waist and pulled you in for the most intense kiss. You were clinging to his shoulders as he walked you into your apartment and into your bedroom, somehow already knowing where it was.

Sumin pushed you so that you were lying on the bed, immediately pinning you down. He continued to kiss you as he brought his torso down until it pressed against yours, and you couldn’t help but let out a muffled moan when you felt him sneak his tongue into your mouth. You went from holding onto his shoulders to digging your nails into his shoulders the more sensual he got with you and the more turned on you got by his actions.

You found yourself longing for Sumin’s lips when he moved himself away from you, your eyes hazy and your head in the clouds. You were barely sane enough to watch Sumin slip his shirt off and toss it to the side. You couldn’t help but scan him up and down; meanwhile, Sumin was working on getting you out of your shirt and bra, and he did so with such speed and ease, astounding you.

“Oh, God,” Sumin breathed out. “Y/N, you’re so… Fuck.”

Sumin lacked the words to describe how infatuated he was with not only your body but you as a person— dare he say it, he loved you. All of you. He didn’t need the words, though. You felt it as soon as he cupped your breasts and massaged firmly with his strong fingers and as he trailed his lips down your neck and chest. You gasped and flung your head back when you felt him suck on your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple.

His mouth on one of your breasts and one hand on the other, he used his free hand to move down to your waist and begin to slip your pants and panties off, but he could only do so much at the angle he was at. So, he moved away from you— a longing sigh leaving your lips— and yanked your pants and panties off you completely, earning a gasp from you.

“Sumin…” you breathed out as you felt his fingertips trace every curve on your body. “Oh, Sumin…”

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Y/N. You’re driving me insane,” Sumin whispered as he left light kisses along your waist, down your thighs, and in between your legs.

He held onto your thighs firmly as he spread your legs further apart, and he exhaled lightly on your soaking cunt, making your entire body shiver then flush with heat. He started with a light kiss on your clit, then he licked a stripe up from the bottom of your pussy to your clit. Your hands immediately found their way to his hair and pulled lightly but firmly on the roots of his hair the more he pleasured you down there, the more he ate you out.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck— Mmm-my God, S-sumin,” you moaned loudly and nearly cried. “I’m gonna— Oh! Oh, fuck!”

Sumin barely slipped a finger into your pussy when you started seeing stars. Your entire body convulsed as you came, your cries of pleasure echoing in your bedroom.

Seeing you reduced to a puddle because of his work excited Sumin. The way he needed to fuck you, to see you completely disheveled with tears running down your face, hickeys decorated your neck and chest, your lips red and swollen— he just had to do it.

As Sumin got off the bed to completely strip, you suddenly realized, “Wait! I don’t have any protection…”

With a bashful look on his face, Sumin looked at you and said in the smallest voice he could possibly muster, “…Would it be bad to say that I do?”

Your eyes instinctively went wide. You sat up and looked at him with pure curiosity as you asked, “Hmm, well… Did you grab it specifically today, or do you always carry it around with you?”

“So, uh, Hyunwoo gave it to me earlier this week as a joke, and I kinda sorta left it in my wallet…”

And lo and behold, Sumin opened his wallet to show you the singular condom he had stashed away. You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle at how nervous Sumin was all of a sudden when he was just pleasuring the hell out of you with what felt like years of experience. You reached out and pulled him in for a sweet kiss before saying “Don’t worry. I trust you, baby.”

“W-what?” Sumin stuttered.

“What?”

“What did you just say?”

“I trust you…”

“After that.”

“…Baby?”

A wave of complete and utter lust overcame him just by you calling him the most basic of nicknames. Swiftly, he fully stripped— giving you a good look at something massive and destructive— rolled the condom on, and pinned you down on the bed. His lips crashed into yours and overtook them briefly but intensely as his body pressed further and further into you, his cock rubbing along your folds and clit to tease you for a hot second. Then, quickly, without so much as a word of caution, Sumin adjusted himself and shoved his way into you.

Sumin was so big and thick that you felt like he was shredding your pussy apart just by entering you. At first, you wanted to let out a scream because you were not anticipating him to hurt so much especially considering how wet you were, but instead, you let out a loud moan and clung to him, your nails sinking into the sink on his back. You felt a tear or two slip out of your eye, prompting Sumin, who had yet to move, to kiss your tears away then kiss your lips with such soft love and care that you forgot he was about to completely annihilate you.

“Are you alright, gorgeous?” Sumin asked, his voice hushed. “We can stop if it hurts too much.”

“Just… Surprised, is all,” you breathed out, your mind swirling due to him calling you gorgeous.

“This is our first time together, Y/N, so I don’t want to be too rough—”

“Do whatever you want with me, Sumin,” you interrupted. “I’m all yours.”

You slightly regretted saying that the second Sumin hissed profanities under his breath and immediately started moving with immense force. You didn’t realize that Sumin would be so powerful until he kept thrusting into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pile-drove you into oblivion. You moaned and cried his name over the wet sounds of his cock going in and out of you, and you simply just cried out when he planted wet kisses on your neck and kneaded your breast at the same time. You were so overly stimulated that you felt like you were ready to combust.

“You like that, gorgeous?” Sumin bit out in between grunts.

“Uh-huh! Oh fuck! ‘m cumming!”

With a couple more rapid thrusts, Sumin pushed deep inside you, and you felt the tip of his dick hit your cervix. The second he pulled out completely, you squirted all over your bed, your ass and thighs trembling and you cried loudly, relief sweeping your body.

“Y/N… That was so fucking hot,” Sumin said as he brought his face to yours to kiss your cheek. “It was that good, huh?”

“So good, baby… So fucking good,” you sighed happily as you reached for his face and brought his lips to yours.

The two of you shared a couple of small kisses before Sumin helped you sit up and said, “C’mere, I’ll make you feel even better.”

Next thing you knew, you were on all fours, and Sumin was kneeling behind you, his hands rubbing your ass. You suppressed a moan when you felt him press his fingers into the flesh on your ass, his grip tightening with each passing second. The moan fully escaped you, though, when he slid back into you. He slid so quickly, actually, that his waist slapped your ass much harder than he was expecting. The two of you both made the same pleasureful noise upon impact, the stars already appearing in your vision, but you did your best to hold back because you wanted to last longer this time.

“Fucking hell,” you heard Sumin swear under his breath. “Even the way your ass jiggles is fucking hot… Y/N, you’re so hot. You’re so fucking hot.”

Sumin leaned over and left hickeys on the small of your back as he continued to hit it from behind, his cock starting to rub against your G-spot once again. He was originally moving at a slow and steady pace, only to suddenly speed up and fucking you harder, making your arms buckle. You leaned on your elbows and held your ass higher in the air. Sumin inhaled sharply and let out a long groan, audibly but wordlessly expressing how much he liked this new angle.

The pleasure increased for you exponentially when Sumin moved his hands from your ass to your tits, his muscular hands massaging and squeezing your breasts, and twisting and pulling your nipples. Then, his hands moved to your back and to your ass again, his thrusts speeding up incredibly. Sumin felt himself getting close, but he was not quite there yet— there was something missing.

“Mmm, Y/N, fuck… I’m getting close,” Sumin whispered sensually.

“M-me too,” you sighed, realizing that your orgasm was quickly approaching once again.

Upon hearing that, Sumin pulled out. He moved so that he was laying on the bed and held his hands out for you to take, allowing him to assist you to straddle him. The first thing that you thought upon straddling him was that he looked so fucking hot. He had one hand behind his head, and his other was resting on your waist, and he had the most sultry look in his eye that made you want to melt immediately. The second thing you thought was that his neck and chest looked too pristine and pretty— you wanted to change that.

After positioning his dick at your entrance, you sat down slowly, a long groan leaving Sumin’s body. He flung his head back into the pillow below him, and he moved the hand that was behind his head to cover his face (more specifically his mouth to keep from using all of the profanities in the world).

“You okay, baby?” you asked him.

“Yeah, I’m— Woah.”

Sumin turned his head to look at you, but he wasn’t expecting your face to be so close to his. You had bent to down for two things: to move your ass up and down on his fat cock, and to leave pink or red marks on his bare, perfect skin. As you bounced on his cock, Sumin’s moans got increasingly louder, and you leaving love bites all over his chest definitely added to the effect.

“Yes, gorgeous, just like that,” you heard his voice drop when you moved at an angle that he liked.

His hands moved to your ass brought you down harder with great force, his waist thrusting upwards simultaneously. His sudden domination made your mind go completely blank. You moved your face into the nook of his neck and clung to him, his thrusts unwavering, the sounds of the bedsprings underneath you squeaking louder and faster.

“B-baby! F-feels so good, hnngh!” you said before suddenly gasping as his cock went so deep that it hit your cervix.

“You gonna cum?” he asked through grit teeth, his harsh thrusts speeding up.

“Mmm— wanna cum— Ah! I w-wanna cum, Sumin! I’m cumming!”

“F-fuck, me too!”

With one final thrust, the two of you came together, the sounds of your moans and groans overpowering the room. Your entire body trembled as the orgasm overtook you, and you felt Sumin’s condom fill up inside you.

You laid on Sumin’s chest, his cock still inside you as the two brought your breathing back to normal. Sumin’s arms wrapped around you and hugged you gently as he placed a kiss on your head, sighing peacefully when he felt you nuzzle your nose into his neck.

“Was it that good?” Sumin asked as he leaned his head against yours.

“So good…” you sighed out. “So fucking good.”

The two of you took another moment or so to lay comfortably together until you pushed yourself up, wanting to wash up and replace your soaking wet bedsheets. You knew that Sumin was still inside you, but you were still surprised when he pulled out because you forgot how big he was, so you tensed up.

“Fu-uck, Y/N— you— God…” Sumin hissed.

“W-what? What’s wrong?”

You looked at Sumin then saw the problem— he was hard again. His cock was red and throbbing when he removed the filled condom to throw it away.

“I’ll go take care of it,” he whispered as he stood up.

Sumin threw the condom away, but before he could fully move away from you, you grabbed his arm and pulled him back to you.

“Let me help you.”

You sat Sumin down on the edge of the bed and got off to kneel in front of him. Pushing yourself in between his thighs, you cradled his dick in your hand, your light touch sending shivers up his spine. He only trembled more when you brought your lips to the tip of his penis and kissed it before licking with the tip of your tongue, getting all of the residual cum off his cock and into your mouth.

The sensations were insane for Sumin. You were taking your sweet fucking time lapping and cleaning him up when all he wanted was to grab your head and push you down until his cock hit the back of your throat. To keep himself from doing so, though, he bit one finger to hold back his groans and clutched the bedsheets beneath him.

“You taste so good, baby,” you teased him as you looked up at him, your lips hovering around his length. “So sweet.”

It was when you finally took the entirety of him into your mouth did Sumin absolutely lose his goddamn mind. He gasped and let out a moan that nearly cracked the further down your head went.

“Oh my fucking God, Y/N!” Sumin cried when he felt you hum quietly, the vibrations from your mouth making fireworks explode in his brain. “Oh fuck— Please— I can’t— Oh wow!”

His hand moved from his mouth to your head, his fingers buried in your hair but not gripping. You reached for his other hand and laced your fingers with his as you began to move slowly— you were still getting used to his size, so you could only move so fast.

“Y/N, I don’t mean to— I just— Can I— Ah, fuck, I’m— I’m sorry,” Sumin stuttered out, remorse heavy in his voice.

You didn’t understand why he was apologizing until you felt his hand grip your hair. He pushed you down rashly, making you gag. Hollowing your cheeks, you let Sumin dictate your pace, his hold on you getting tighter with every stroke. His breaths got more shallow and higher in pitch the faster he moved you. It was when you looked up at him with tears overflowing in your eyes that did it for him. He flung his head back and groaned loudly while shoving your head all the way down, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he shot his load completely into your mouth.

When his hold on your head weakened, you moved back and locked eyes with him as you swallowed. You watched his face turn beet red, his hand immediately covering his mouth when he realized what he had done and what you had done in response.

“Y/N,” he whispered. “You… I… Wow.”

“I know, baby,” you said with a slight smirk.

You stood up and wiped the lingering cum in the corner of your mouth off with your thumb, then licked said thumb.

“You’re such a tease, you know that, gorgeous?” Sumin leaned back on the bed while looking you up and down.

“This is what you get for making me wait weeks, Sumin,” you replied with a small smile.

Then, you turned around and gave him a nice shot of your ass as you walked away, making him shoot off the bed and join you in the shower.

That night, after the two of you got cleaned up and changed the bedsheets, Sumin spent the night. You cuddled against his bare chest, your head laying on his arm while his other hand pushed up your shirt and held onto your waist. As you slept soundly in his arms, Sumin, with the cutest smile on his face, left a light kiss on the top of your head before resting his head against yours.

“Sumin, you seriously suck, you know that?” Hyunwoo said with a huge frown on his face.

“What? Why?”

“You’re still not going to come clubbing with us?!” Seeun answered.

The boys met up in Sumin’s dorm again, the three dressed to go clubbing while harassing Sumin to change his clothes and go out with them. Even Jinsik was peer-pressuring him.

“Let’s go! It’s been so long since you’ve come out with us—“

“I never said no, guys. I’ll come, but can I bring my girlfriend?”

“Your what?” all three boys chorused.

Right on cue, you knocked on Sumin’s dorm door. He immediately shuffled to the door and opened it for you, greeting you with the biggest smile on his face.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hey, gorgeous.”

And when Sumin left the sweetest kiss on your lips, you heard the other boys’s jaws unhinge and drop to the ground. Looks like Sumin forgot to update his friends on you.

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