teacher - seungmin x reader

-six-

a/n: basically, the smut chapter HAHA. includes some choking, thigh riding, nothing too kinky lmao. if you feel uncomfy at any point, feel free to comment so i know what u guys dont like! or you can skip this chapter altogether and i can make a clean one hehe

you always thought you were good at making decisions, but for the life of you, you could not understand what led you to be in this moment: you in seungmin's dark room, straddling his lap, his mouth planting gentle kisses on your jaw, your hands in his hair. just a few minutes ago, you were hugging sana goodbye, and although she was reluctant to leave, when you gave her a knowing wink, she suspiciously rushed everyone to climb into changbin's car, and begged him to take them as far away as possible.

your past interactions with seungmin had definitely been spicy, but right now, he was treating you as if you were the most precious, and equally fragile jewel which must be treated with the utmost gentleness. there was no sense of urgency when he lifted your top over your head, in it's place was a calm longing for your skin to be on his. his kisses were no longer quick and rough, instead he took his time in praising the skin on your chest, sweeping your hair away, letting it fall against your back so he could plant a kiss in between the valley of your breasts.

his hands explored you, his fingers trailing along the skin on your back, the curves of your waist, and you could feel just how calloused his fingers were, undoubtedly from the hours he spent playing his guitar. you could almost feel the same delicacy with which he plucked and strummed his guitar with, putting together the most beautiful of melodies, and to him, your moans and whimpers of his name were no different. he decided you were like an instrument, he just needed to find the right buttons to push, the right strings to pluck.

he knew he was letting his emotions get the best of him, he wasn't allowing himself to devour you in the hopes of satisfying his hunger like he always did. instead, he planned on exploring the inches of skin which covered your body, he wanted to find every sweet spot, he wanted to mark every inch, in the hopes that his soft touches and gentle caresses would tell you how he felt. he knew it was ridiculous, how he longed for you to feel the same way he did about you, but you were the one who said no falling in love, and he respected that. he didn't want to mess this up.

you had never been held this way, never been treated with such care and gentleness. but what really stung was the thought that none of it was real. you couldn't help but think that none of this meant anything to him, and that you were falling for his trap, falling for his kisses and his gentle touches that were never meant to be yours. you tried to push the bitter feeling down, but it kept threatening to rip out from your throat. as seungmin continued to worship you with his mouth, kissing along your collarbone and down to your shoulder, a tear had managed to slip past and down your cheek, and before you could control it, more followed.

"hey," seungmin whispered, looking up to see your tear streaked-face, a look of panic on his. he cupped your cheek and gently wiped away a tear with the pad of his thumb and kissed the tip of your nose.

"what's wrong? did i do something? should i stop?" he fluttered nervously, wrapping you in a tight hug and pushing your face to his chest.

"no, no." you managed to croak, sitting up and wiping away the tears that had managed to fall. you felt so stupid and you opened your mouth to come up with a lame excuse, when seungmin brought your face close to his and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. as if determined to kiss your tears away, he cupped your chin tightly, moving your face around so he could kiss up and down your tear-streaked face. once he finished with your right cheek, he started all over again on the left. the gesture cracked you up, bringing a small smile to your lips.

"are you gonna tell me why you suddenly cried? was my kissing that bad?" he joked, plucking away the now-wet hair off your face with delicacy. you laughed and shook your head, trying to find the words to explain to him how loved you felt, even if it wasn't real.