teacher - seungmin x reader

- thirty three -

seungmin wants to fuck you in that dress.

he know's he shouldnt, he thinks he probably has some sort of disease with how hard he is from just looking at you. you're so pretty, he thinks, sitting in front of your mirror and doing your makeup. he's seated on the edge of your bed as you curl your eyelashes, music softly playing through your speakers. he hasnt fucked you in a while, he suddenly remembers, but then scolds himself for thinking about that in such a wholesome moment. 

but it can't be helped, not really, not when he can see your cleavage from how low that dress cuts, how it hugs your waist so prettily, and- oh god- how it stretches over your hips, stopping mid thigh. that dress is his personal hell, and heaven at the same time. it just looks so pretty on you, the dark red making you look delicious. he wants to fuck you so bad.

"you're drooling." your voice breaks his trance, smirking at him through the mirror and god you look so sexy. 

"you're so pretty." he groans, rising to his feet and walking over to you, eyes locked on yours as you smile sweetly at him. 

you want to fuck seungmin in his suit. 

you hold your breath when you see him stand, eyes quickly fluttering to the discreet bulge forming in his slack, then to the way his white button up hugs his shoulders just right, and you cant help the way you rub your thighs together under your desk. 

"you're pretty too, baby." you coo, biting down on your lip when seungmin bends down, placing his chin on your shoulder and turning his head to the side, nose nuzzled against your neck. 

"you smell good." he hums, fingers dancing across your back.

"yea?" you hum, turning to look at him before applying your lip gloss. you rub your lips together to spread the goo, smacking your lips to feel it fully coated. 

"yea. you look so pretty, too." he sighs, eyes locked on yours as you stand, placing your hands on his shoulders and lightly squeezing. 

"you look really good too, minnie." you smile, feeling him wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. 

"you look a little too good, i think. makes me wanna rip your dress off." your breath hitches when he whispers that against your jaw, his hair tickling your cheek as he presses your chest against his. "but then we'll be late for the dinner. we dont wanna be late, right baby?" 

"n-no. we don't wanna be late." you frown when he pulls away from you, smirking lazily at you as he tosses his suit jacket over his shoulder. 

"well come on, let's wait downstairs for changbin." he offers you his hand, which you gladly take, slipping your hand against his and he gives you a little squeeze. you let out a surprised squeak when he suddenly pulls you harshly against him, your side hitting his chest, 

"behave tonight, kay angel? dont wanna have to finger you under the table." he murmurs lowly in your ear, hand wrapped around your waist as he guides you down the stairs. 

"seungmin!" you gasp, hitting his chest at his lewd words. 

he raises his hands in surrender, a goofy grin still plastered on his face when you reach the bottom step. "you look too good baby. have i mentioned how pretty you are?"

"maybe once," you tease, standing on your tippy toes to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. he can feel the sticky residue of your lip gloss, and he wipes it away with his thumb. you frown, about to teasingly scold him for wiping away your kiss, but he brings his thumb up to his own lips, discreetly licking the liquid there. 

"tastes like factory." he frowns, and you cant help the laugh that escapes you. "id still wanna kiss it off you, nonetheless." he shrugs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.