Plenty of fluff and smut.
Most stories are pulled from my books, so I will note which ones, but this is basically so they are all in one place.
Key:
🍬Sweet ~ Fluff
🍨Hard Scoop ~ Take a guess
🍦 Soft Scoop ~ Teasing, foreplay
🫓 Meaty pie ~ 3some...
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Seungmin is the doc of the group, and he is currently wiping adhesive off your skin, left from an ECG machine. You have an issue with your heart rate, trauma related, but also, you recently were victim to SA, unrelated to the previous trauma.
"You're really handsome, Seungmin." I whisper to him, and his eyes flick to mine briefly, then back to my skin.
"Are you constantly in a state of arousal?" He smirks at me, crouching as he moved onto a lower adhesive mark under my bra.
"It's my coping mechanism." I giggle back, and he bites his lip, more so out of habit as he is concentrating, but I couldn't help but be receptive of it.
I gasped from his touch and he flinched away.
"Is it stinging? It's only alcohol." He frowns, worried he's hurting me.
"No, it just tingles." I smile, but feel my heart racing as he places his free hand around my body to keep me still.
"If you or someone else touches you, they have to be gentle. You will be sore still.." He urges with a subtle frown.
"How gentle?" I whisper, keeping my eyes on him.
I could tell he understood what I was insinuating, but was hesitant.
"Can you show me how gentle.. I.. need to be?" I rephrase. Taking a bit of pressure off him.
He looks at me after the latter part, and then lightly nods.
"..Can I use my fingers inside?" I asked. I was genuinely wanting to know my current limitations, but also knowing what Seungmin was like, would be the best way to connect with him on a deeper level. Knowing he was helping me was a good enough reason to agree.
He looked at me and nodded.
I slid myself further into my bed so I had the headboard to lean against, and Seungmin moved as well, kneeling in front of me.
He brought my hand to his mouth and he wet my fingers with his saliva.
I didn't expect such a bold move from him, and I let out a gasp as he guided my fingers slowly inside me.
"You don't want to go too deep, just feel for your frontal g-spot and that should be enough. You want to avoid touching the sore bit at the back." He coaxes me, watching me as I stimulate myself in front of him.
He knows I'm not stupid. I know how to finger myself, but this was clearly his way of being comfortable doing this kinda thing.
I quietly gasped as I felt myself get close, maintaining our eye contact. "Fuck." I moaned, and his lips curled into a smirk.
I pulled my fingers out and they were covered in my juices. He then took my hand and sucked the wetness off them.
Shit, that was hot.
"Am I limited to only fingers?" I let out a breathy whisper while still recovering from my orgasm.
"If you're feeling greedy, no." He teases.
"Can you show me?"
"Hm.." He hums, then leaning back to unbuckle his trouser belt, pulling his boxers down to free himself.
"Do you have any condoms?" He queries while stroking himself.
I lean over to my bedside draw and grab one, opening the packet for him.
He held himself for me to slip the sleeve on him, and then he continued to touch himself while watching me as I lay back to where I was.
"I'm not going all the way." He whispers, while lining himself up.
He slowly pushed his tip into me, carefully watching my features for discomfort.
It hurt, and I fought everything in me to not show my discomfort.
As he rocked the tip in and out, he teased the same spot I had previously stimulated.
"Oh, right there." I exhale, and he picks up his pace to increase my build.
I could tell he was really concentrating on not going any deeper, but as his tip was super sensitive, his urges to pound into me were no doubt growing stronger.
My release was nearing and I gripped onto the bed sheets as I moaned.
"Fuck!" I cried as I came onto him, then gripping his t-shirt and pulling him closer to connect deeper.
I winced at the sting of him further inside me, but my orgasm overpowered the feeling.
My sudden actions caused him to reach his limit, and his thrusts subsided after he came in the condom. He hesitated to move anymore knowing I was in pain.
"Why did you do that?" He whispers, then planting a peck on my forehead.
"I wanted to feel you." I admit. I'll likely regret it though.
Seungmin slowly pulled out of me, then removing the condom.
"Thank you." I mumbled at him, and he ran his fingers through his hair, bearing a subtle frown.
"Please try and avoid it. You need to heal." He scolds me, and I nodded to him.
"I know." I looked up at him apologetically.
I could tell he was disappointed in himself for giving in and hurting me, and that made me feel bad.
"You always get what you want, don't you?" He chuckles in an attempt to diffuse my worries.
