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⋆ 🦢 hate you ; k.sm

Smut
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You hate Seungmin's guts but he loves when your mad at him 24/7

⭒ֺ𓏲 🌷 ִֶָ⭒

  You sighed as you settled onto the couch, turning on some Sanrio cartoons to unwind. The rest of your friends had gone out, leaving you alone with Seungmin, the one person who could make your blood boil with just a look. You couldn't stand him, and it seemed like he enjoyed every moment of getting under your skin.

  The sound of footsteps made you glance over, and there he was, strutting into the room with a smug grin. Of course, he couldn't leave you alone even for a moment.

  "Really, Y/N? Children's cartoons? Are you that childish?" Seungmin teased, sitting down next to you, way too close for comfort.

  You rolled your eyes, refusing to let him ruin your relaxation. "Shut up, Seungmin. No one asked for your opinion."

   He just smirked, leaning in closer. "Why do you always act like that towards me? I know deep down you want me."

  Your heart skipped a beat, his bold words throwing you off balance. "You're delusional. I hate you, that's why."

  Seungmin's smirk widened as he inched even closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Hate, huh? Funny, because I think you're lying."

  You opened your mouth to retort, but his lips crashed against yours, silencing any protest. The kiss was fierce, filled with all the pent-up frustration and tension between you. To your surprise, you found yourself kissing him back with equal fervor, your body betraying your mind.

  Seungmin's hands roamed your body, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You could feel the smug satisfaction radiating off him, but you didn't care. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging slightly as you pulled him even closer.

  "Admit it," he murmured against your lips. "You've wanted this."

  "Shut up," you shot back, biting his lower lip in retaliation.

  He groaned, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "You're so stubborn," he said, his hands slipping under your shirt, his touch setting your skin on fire.

  "And you're insufferable," you retorted, though your words lacked their usual venom as his touch made you ache with need.

  With surprising strength, Seungmin lifted you, moving you to straddle his lap. The new position made you gasp, the sensation of him hard beneath you sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you to grind against him.

  "Feel that?" he murmured, his voice rough. "That's what you do to me."

  You moaned softly, unable to deny the desire coursing through you. "Seungmin," you breathed, your hands slipping under his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin.

  Seungmin's hands slid under your shirt, fingers tracing the contours of your skin as if committing them to memory. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but arch into him, your body responding to his every move despite the anger simmering within you.

  "Seungmin," you gasped, your voice a mix of frustration and desire. "Hurry up. They can come home any second."

  He chuckled, the sound dark and teasing. "What's the matter, Y/N? Afraid of getting caught?"

  You glared at him, trying to muster the hatred you usually felt for him, but it was impossible with the way he was making you feel. "Just do it," you demanded.