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"You can't do it," Seungmin says, his voice dripping with confidence. His eyes gleam with the certainty that he's already won. You raise an eyebrow, meeting his challenge head-on.
"In two hours? Absolutely," you reply, your voice steady with determination. You've been watching Seungmin practice this new dance for a while now, and it doesn't even look that hard. You're sure you can nail it in that time.
"Wanna bet?" Seungmin asks, tilting his head slightly, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
"Sure," you say without hesitation. "If I win, you do whatever I want."
Seungmin's smirk widens as he nods. "Fine. But if I win, the same goes for you."
You lock eyes, the competitive fire between you burning bright. With a firm handshake, the deal is sealed, and you dive straight into learning the routine.
But it's tougher than you thought. The steps are fast and intricate, each move demanding more precision than you anticipated. Sweat drips down your face as you push yourself, refusing to let Seungmin have the satisfaction of seeing you struggle. But time moves faster than your feet, and before you know it, the timer blares, signaling your defeat. You haven't even managed to learn half of the choreography.
Seungmin saunters over, a grin plastered on his face. "So... guess I won," he says, his tone laced with amusement.
You roll your eyes, trying to mask your frustration. "What do you want?" you ask, bracing yourself for his demand.
His smirk deepens, and there's a glint in his eyes that makes your stomach flip. "A blowjob," he says, his voice casual, as if he's asking for something as simple as a cup of coffee.
Your eyes widen in surprise, a blush creeping up your cheeks. "What?" you stammer, needing to hear it again to make sure you hadn't imagined it.
Seungmin's eyes don't waver from yours, his expression both playful and serious. "A blowjob," he repeats, his cheeks pink but his smirk unwavering.
The air between you shifts, thickening with the weight of unspoken tension. Seungmin has always been your closest friend, your best friend even, but in the past few weeks, things had started to change. The way he looked at you had shifted, becoming more intense, more charged. You remember the way his eyes lingered on your neckline that one time, unable to meet your gaze, his stare dipping lower than usual. The rush of power you felt then, knowing you had that effect on him, had made you bolder, dressing a little more daringly just to see his reaction.
Then there was the time when you were watching a movie with the boys, curled up on Seungmin's lap. His hand, which had started out innocently resting on your waist, had gradually moved lower, his fingers ghosting along the inside of your thigh. He had grinned at you innocently every time you turned to look at him, but the way his hand moved told a different story. You had played along, shifting in his lap under the pretense of getting more comfortable, but really, you were grinding against him, feeling him tense and harden beneath you.
Now, standing in front of him, his demand hanging in the air, you can see the same desire in his eyes, the same longing that had been simmering between you two for weeks. You bite your lip, considering your options.
"The boys will be here any minute," you point out, gesturing toward the door, hoping he'll back down.
Seungmin checks his watch, then looks back at you, his gaze unwavering. "We have fifteen minutes before practice starts. You can give it your best, and we'll be done in time," he says, taking a step closer to you. His voice is low, almost coaxing, and you can feel your resolve wavering.
He studies your face, his expression softening. "You can say no... it's fine. But a bet is a bet," he murmurs, his hand gently cupping your cheek. The warmth of his touch sends a shiver down your spine. "So..."
You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. There's a voice in your head telling you to walk away, to keep this from crossing a line, but another part of you, the part that's been craving more from Seungmin, urges you to say yes.
"Fuck it. I'll do it," you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation.
A grin spreads across Seungmin's face as he leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a soft, teasing kiss. "Good girl," he whispers against your lips, and the words make your knees weak.
You drop to your knees in front of him, your fingers trembling as you fumble with his belt and unbutton his pants, pulling them down just enough to give you access while still allowing him to cover up quickly if necessary. The reality of what you're about to do hits you, but the excitement buzzing under your skin keeps you going.
You take a deep breath and lean forward, taking him into your mouth. His sharp intake of breath is the only sound in the room as his fingers weave into your hair. You look up at him, meeting his gaze as you start to move, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that works.
His grip on your hair tightens, and he steadies himself against the wall with his other hand. "Fuck," he groans, his voice low and breathy, the sound sending a thrill through you. You work him carefully, focusing on every motion, every swirl of your tongue, drawing out each reaction from him.
As time ticks by, you sense him getting closer, his breathing growing more ragged, his moans more desperate. You pump the base of him with your hand, matching the rhythm of your movements, and you can feel him start to lose control.
"You're doing great," he praises, his voice strained, and the words make heat pool low in your stomach. You're soaked by now, but you push that thought aside, focusing on bringing him to the edge.
"Fuck, Y/N," Seungmin moans as you quicken your pace, taking him as deep as you can without gagging. "I'm close... you're so good to me... fuck," he groans, his voice breaking with pleasure.
You glance up at him, seeing his eyes squeezed shut, his face contorted in pure bliss. The sight makes you want to give him everything, to make this as good for him as possible. You hum around him, the vibration making him tremble, and that's all it takes.
He starts to shake, both hands now in your hair as he gently guides your movements, thrusting into your mouth as he chases his release. With a final, shaky breath, he spills into your mouth, his body going rigid as he lets out a deep, guttural moan. You keep moving, helping him ride out his high, and swallow every drop as he watches you, his chest heaving.
"Swallowing everything like a good girl, huh?" he says, pulling you back to your feet. There's a glint of something darker in his eyes, and he pulls you close, his breath warm against your ear.
He's about to kiss you when the door to the practice room swings open. You quickly wipe your mouth and Seungmin straightens his clothes, the two of you acting so casually that no one notices anything out of the ordinary. The other boys stroll in, chatting and laughing, completely oblivious.
Seungmin pulls you close by the waist as he leans in, his voice a low whisper that sends shivers down your spine. "I'm going to give you a reward later tonight," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. Goosebumps rise on your skin at his promise, your anticipation building, as he lets you go to join the others.
You can't help but wonder just what Seungmin has in store for you, your heart racing with both excitement and nervousness for what's to come.
