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cheolism · 10 months

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an ode to d(k)arms

➳ summary: you and seokmin tangle together and you can't help but worship his biceps.

➳ wc is approx 1.7k

➳ warnings/tags: boy worship (dk receiving), riding, mating press. big dick seokmin!!!! buff seokmin!!! subbish seokmin, whiny seokmin. saying "i love you" during sex, holding hands during sex. oral (reader receiving). mentions of pussy lover seokmin. also. a lot of adoration towards his nose.

it was ridiculous, really.

when you had laid eyes on seokmin for the first time, you were stunned by his looks. his jaw was strong and defining, his lips plush and looked so sweet that they practically begged you for a taste. his moles dotted his face beautifully, and you wanted to spend hours mapping them out, calculating the space between each one. and his nose --

his strong nose, prominent and sharp. and his beautiful smile, and how effortlessly he had charmed you with his sweetness and positivity.

none of that was here.

seokmin's brilliant laugh was replaced by his high moans, his soft lips parted wordlessly. his sparkling eyes were dark and focused, snapping between the steady grinding of your waist, your chest, and your face.

it was ridiculous how seokmin's cuteness seemingly disappeared in moments like this. his large hands on your waist, thumbs digging into your flesh.

your thighs stradled his, your entire weight on him. you can't help it, can't try and shift off of him -- not when his dick, fat and long and reaching so fucking far in front of you that you can't help but think it's all the way up into your throat. it's hitting your core and you can't help but grind down on it relentlessly, letting its fat tip press up into you determinedly.

seokmin let out a shaky breath, brows pinched together. his nails dig into your skin when you flatten yourself against him, his dick reaching deeper and deeper.

"you're so good," he whines, tipping his head forward. his forehead presses against yours, and for a moment you're distracted from the sensation of his cock fucking up into you and the deliciousness of it, his pointed nose pressing into your cheek.

"your cunny's so good," he moans, voice high. he moves his face against yours, and then his soft lips are capturing yours. you gasp into his mouth and then you're placing a hand on his jaw, languidly licking into his mouth.

seokmin's hands travel. they smooth over your skin, heavy and pressing. you pull away from his mouth, the spit connecting and breaking. "seok," you pant, stilling your hips for a moment. even with your hips still you feel so incredibly full, as if a secret starving part of you lusted for seokmin and him only, completed by him and his fat dick.

"seok, can you -- can you do it?"

he nods, lips twisting up. he puts his hands on your hips, grip tight. you can't help but drag your gaze to his arms. seokmin, for all his cuteness and charm, was horribly buff.

you run your hands up his sunkissed skin, unable to tear away as your hands explore him. it was like the first time many suns and moons ago, when seokmin had sheepishly told you to ride him and take control because he knew he couldn't, and that his dick was big and fat and he didn't want to hurt you.

you had worshipped each other's bodies. in particular you were in awe of his arms, pressing your thumbs into his forearms and feeling the flesh give. there's a mole and you can't help but circle your forefinger around it.

but then you continue your exploration. his breath quickens beneath your hands, and then you get to his biceps and his breath halts.

for all seokmin loved to worship you, he loved being on the receiving end.

"seok, can you --"

he hums, and then he's letting out a heavy breath. seokmin wraps his arms around you, just enough so he could lace his long and beautiful fingers together. he squeezed, arms around you tightening.

but that wasn't the point. the point was --

you can't help but grin, delighted. the veins in his arms fucking bulged, prominent and proud and beautiful.

your cunt quickly tightens around his dick, and seokmin groans. you press your fingers to his veins, grope at his muscle and it's completely ridiculous how fucking turned on you get.

seokmin groaned, this one low and deep in his chest. he uses his arms, tight around you, and his thighs, thick and delightful and beneath you. he lifts you and then drops you, his hips snapping up into you and his thighs slapping against your ass.

a loud cry leaves you, your nails digging into his biceps. you hold onto his arms, the muscle firm and flexing, as he fucks you. his arms are strong and his thrusts even moreso.

it's all so much.

seokmin, as gentle as he can be, is strong. and he's relentless. he snaps you down onto his dick, rapid and sharp and his fat cockhead striking your core over and over and over.

his thighs are loud striking yours, and there's a slight sting. not that it matters. not when it feels so good, when your cunt is dripping and soaking his middle and when his dick makes you feel so good and full and fucking whole.

seokmin pitches forward. his hands released and then they were on you. seokmin, without ever letting his cock fall out of your cunt, flips you.

then he's pressing you down against the bed. he hooks your legs over his elbows, knees pressing into the mattress. and then seokmin's absolutely demolishing you, fucking into you like a beast, balls slapping against your ass and dick reaching impossibly deep.

"fuck," he gasps, your hands moving back to his biceps and squeezing down on them. you're grabbing at him, hands never resting, smoothing over his muscle and pinching and so fucking pleased to play with him. "your cunny's so tight, it's -- baby, you're gonna drive me crazy, gonna make me crazy --"

"do it," you gasp, mouth falling open as he grinds into you, cockhead perfectly striking your gummy core. "cum in me, seokie, please. fuck your cum in me, fuck it in, fuckin' mark me, claim me, make me yours, please."

seokmin moans deeply. he drills into you, fucking you so deeply you swear you can feel it all the way in your tummy. his fucking shifts you up and up the bed, and your cunt feels so raw and swollen and you want more and more and more.

he lets out a whine, and then his hands are shifting against you, fluttering, grabbing. "wanna -- wanna hold your hands, lemme hold your hands, please."

you give one last greedy grab at his biceps, nails digging into his skin, and then you're releasing him. seokmin snatches your hands, and then he's pressing them into the bed just as he is the rest of your body, keeping them still.

"love you," he gasps, fingers squeezing yours. he presses a thumb against your wrist as he pauses, shifting against you, his wide hips pushing your thighs further against your chest. and then he's plowing into you like a man desperate; all the while he's chanting a mix. "love you, love you, wanna be yours, wanna keep you, wanna keep you forever, love you, love you."

seokmin lets out a strangled shout, and then he's cumming. you'd been surprised the first time he came from how much he had, from how he seems to ogasm for forever. this time is no exception; his spunk fills you and then some, and when he pulls out you can feel it trickle from your pussy.

seokmin presses his face to yours, and he presses a large, messy kiss to your mouth. he then begins traveling down your body, hands leaving yours. seokmin mouths at your skin in worship, mouth noisey and wet, hands smoothing over your skin.

"beautiful," he mumbles, sharp nose pressing into the curve of your breast. he spends a moment mouthing at your breast before he continues on his way, down and down.

he grabs at your thighs, large hands eagerly squeezing. seokmin flicks his eyes up to you, the sweet brown filled with love. "i love you," he says, "love you."

you feel your heart warm, your hand moving to his curls. you rub at them, twisting. "i love you too, seokmin."

seokmin flashes a grin, bright and blinding. and then he plunges into your cunt, nose pressing sharply against your clit and mouth devouring. he eats you out eagerly, as if your cunt leaked honey and not a combination of his spunk and your juices.

one thing about sex with seokmin, you had found, regardless of whether it was the frienzied sort that came from your wandering hands pulling at his muscles, rough and begging or the sweet love that left butterflies in your stomach and enchantment in your heart, seokmin was addicted to your cunt.

whether he had fucked you rough and left behind bruises on your ass -- just as he had a mere moment ago -- or he had languidly moved his hips into you, at some point seokmin was going to put his hands on your thighs and press them apart, making way for his shoulders so he could stick his face against your cunt.

and his eagerness for pleasuring you never wavered, not even now.

his tongue fucked into you as if it was his cock, delving into you quickly. his nose is nestled against your clit, and as he shifts his face in search of a better angle to eat your cunt you can feel his sharp nose nudging your clit.

"seok," you moaned, hands pulling at his curls. "seokmin, love you, you -- you make me feel so good. love you, seok, love you, love you --"

it's like a chant, but it's the only thing you can say. it's almost lewd, how such pure words pour from your lips while he eats your pussy juices and his spunk from your cunt. it's the sound you end up orgasming to, his mouth eagerly and wetly eating at you while you praise and love him.

when he pulls away, fluids smeared across his mouth, he's grinning. you can't help but smile back. but then your eyes shift. seokmin rubs at his face, thumb at his mouth. but that's not really what catches your attention.

his bicep bulges as he rubs at his face, thick and full of muscle and, horribly, ridiculously, your cunt clenches. you tried, for a few minutes, to ignore it. you ignored it as he climbed back up your body, pressing wet kisses to your skin. you ignored it as his nose pressed against your cheek, his soft murmurs of adoration filling your ears.

but then he stretches, arms reaching skyward and muscles clenching, and well -- if you straddle his knees and tuck your hair behind your ears, lips brushing at the head of his cock, who could blame you.

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blue-jisungs · 2 years

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Hii can i please request prompt 2,34, and 40 with action 1 and 38? and for the member, it would be DK from SVT !! Thank you in advance, Take care~!!

dokyeom junior the seventh

a/n. thank you!! i hope you enjoy it!! i had fun writing it bc well,, new person to write for!! i skimmed through my ask box and 1/2 of it is riki requests 🧍‍♀️

the sound of doors opening awoken the liveliness back seokmin. his back against the headboard, trying to peek and catch a glimpse of you in the hallway.

"you’re back?!" he yelled and heard your tired laugh along with the sound of rustling clothes.

"no i’m a robber. give me all your precious things!" you played along and finally entered the room, to your boyfriend’s delight. he noticed you’re hiding somewhere behind your back. besides that your cheeks and nose were red from the cold, hair sticking up from the wind.

"how can i give you my most precious thing if you are it?" he tilted his head, smile growing on his lips "also, hi baby. how was work? i bet it you must be freezing. and what’s that you’re hiding?"

you hummed and came up closer to his side of bed, handing him a teddy bear. his eyes widened as he gently took it from your hands.

"it reminded me of you. so i bought it. for you" you chuckled and ruffled his hair. seokmin’s heart melted right in the spot as he caressed the bear’s soft, goldish fur.

"you’re so… aish. y/n–" he scoffed, trying to gather his thoughts. you just grinned and went to change into pyjamas and wash off your makeup.

"how are you going to name it?" you asked from the bathroom, just dreaming about the moment you lay down next to your boyfriend "and don’t say dokyeom ju–"

"dokyeom junior!" he yelled enthusiastically. you sighed and finally finished your routine.

"we have like six dokyeom juniors–" you started and entered the bedroom, lazily moving your legs.

"dokyeom junior the seventh it is, then. now come here, i missed you so much and you’re talking so long!" seokmin whined and patted the spot next to him, your spot.

before you dipped in the softness of the mattress, you leaned forward and placed a kiss on dk’s forehead.

"i missed you too. can we talk about your day tomorrow though? i’m sorry but i’m really exhausted it just hit me like a truck" you sighed and the moment you laid on the bed, seokmin trapped you between his arms (with dokyeom junior the seventh still in his hand).

"of course baby, no problem. but before we go to sleep…" he hummed, tenderly turning you around to face him. his chocolate puppy eyes made you realise what’s coming "just one kiss?"

you cracked a smile and nodded, cupping his face. seokmin gasped, placing the teddy bear between you two and then placing his own hands on top of yours.

"your hands are ice-cold! i have to warm you up" he hummed and leaned in, his plush lips against yours warm like your favourite tea on a rainy afternoon. you melted into the kiss and pulled away when you felt seokmin wrapping a blanket around you. you hummed in approval, eyelids getting heavy.

"i love you" you mumbled, shuffling closer to him. your head underneath his chin, limbs intertwined with his in a matter of seconds. seokmin pushed dokyeom junior the seventh into your arms so he could wrap his around you "that feels nice"

for a split second the warmth you were surrounded by slightly disappeared just to come back two times warmer when he leaned away, so he could press a quick kiss onto your forehead.

"i love you too, darling" seokmin hummed, keeping you inhumanly close to himself. on top of that a blanket and duvet… you were seconds away from falling asleep.

"sweet dreams, min. i swear we’ll talk tomorrow" you yawned and snuggled even closer to him "and good night to you too, dokyeom junior the seventh"

seokmin couldn’t help the smile that sprung on his lips and in fact, it was the first thing you saw when you woke up. next morning. and then you realised the teddy bear was still between you two.

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gguksgalaxy · 1 year

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2:18am | Seokmin/Dokyeom 1k

Fluff, I bias wrecked myself with this one, Requested by anonymous

Me @ Me in a bagels and beans at 9am : writing DK with my favourite thing in the world is going to be fine, this is a good idea...oops

“Wake up.” The words reach you only faintly while you’re sleeping, almost as if it is a part of your dream. Once your boyfriend actually grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you awake, you realise it’s him.

You groan, rolling over and away to the other side of the bed. “What time is it?”

He bounces on the bed, pulling you by the arm. “Doesn’t matter, wake up, come on.”

“Why?” you whine, opening your eyes. It’s the middle of the fucking night. “Seokmin, what the fuck.”

“Don’t you remember,” he grins, too wide for someone awake at 2am. “You always told me, I could wake you up for one thing and one thing only.”

Normally you would probably remember what he’s referring to, but with your mind still hazy with the sleep you had been craving, it’s slipped away from you. “Seok, explain yourself or I’m going back to sleep.”

“You can’t,” he states. Hands grabbing your face, he kisses the tip of your nose. “It’s snowing.”

Now that has you awake. You sit up, eyes wide as you gaze outside the window. Sure enough, everything is white. It must’ve been snowing a while already. It’s so beautiful.

Your boyfriend wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him. “Come on, let’s go outside. If we sleep it might be gone when we wake up.”

He makes true on a deal you had made months ago in the early stages of dating. One time he’d woken you up in the middle of the night, to tell you something. At that moment you had somewhat angrily explained that the only reason he was able to wake you up between 1am and 6am was emergencies, and if it was snowing. There were few things that gave you an instant serotonin boost the way that seeing the world covered in snow did.

One of those few things is definitely him.

As he pulls you outside, dressed in warm clothes over your sleepwear, you smile as widely as him. He’s gorgeous, even in the dim lighting of your street. The way the light casts off his face, showing off the strong shape of his cheekbones, the slope of his nose. He’s strong, broad and toned beneath those oversized sweater he wears. Yet his eyes, all they show is sweet adoration as he takes you into his arms.

“I love this sound,” you whisper. “The way the fresh snow crunches beneath our feet. There’s something magical about it.”

He hums, kissing the top of your head. Large hands sneak into your coat, finding the warmth of your waist. “I’ve never paid attention to it. But it does sound nice.” Sleep still edges into his voice, eyes droopy.

You take his hand, treading along the street while he follows. When you look back, you don’t think there is a more beautiful sight. Your boyfriend, Seokmin—the goof from your 9am statistics class that you’d almost cursed out twice in the same day because he wouldn’t stop talking to his friend during class—holding your hand as snow descends onto him. It covers the beanie he’d pulled over his ears, sticks to his eyelashes, melts when it hits his flushed skin. This, the way he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, is magic.

“You’re supposed to be staring at the snow,” he chuckles, “not me.”

The laugh you let out might’ve been a bit too loud for the late night, your neighbours might be awoken. “Fine, I’ll look away.” You turn, letting go of his hand. The night is still young, moon barely showing through the thick layer of clouds from which the snow is fluttering down. With the snow, everything seems brighter though, like it’s luminescent. Or maybe you’re just so in love with this moment. You’ll remember it forever.

A quite harsh thud to your back pulls you out of it. “What the—“ you turn, finding Seokmin wiping snow from his hands, hissing at the cold. Did he just? “You did not!” you squeal.

“What?” he says, sheepish grin, red fingers at his lips to warm them. “I didn’t do anything. I would never.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Fine.” He braces himself the second you kneel down to scoop up your own hand of snow. In your hurry to catch him before he runs, you throw it unpacked, flurry of white cascading down between the two of you. He yells, way too loud. You don’t care.

Damn Seokmin and being fast. You try to catch him, his feet slipping and he has to pause. It give you just enough time to reach him. Fingers catching around the hood of his coat, you pull him back and press the now freezing palm of your hand into the side of his neck.

“No!” he squeals, “no, please no! Mercy!” His voice spills out of him, volume way out of control. It’s something you’ve always loved. How boisterous and bright he is. But at now three at night you attempt to shush him, palm clasping over his mouth.

He wrestles you, grabbing you as your feet slip and hoisting your body toward his front, hugging you from behind with one arm. The other arm swipes snow off a nearby car and dusts it into the collar of your shirt.

“Seokmin!” you gasp, wriggling against him. “Stop! We’re going to wake all of our neighbours!”

“Don’t care,” he beams, cold tip of his nose pressing against your cheek. “I’m having the time of my life with the love of my life. What are they going to do, report us to the police? On what grounds?”

“Noise complaints!” you counter. His words hit you a second later, when he turns you around and cups your face with his ice cold hands. “Did you just—“

“I did,” he whispers, voice lower, only for you to hear. “And I meant it.”

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savventeen · 9 months

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DK + Sunday Morning

Hehehe 🤭

prompts are only supposed to be one word so i hope it's okay i mostly just paid attention to the morning part hahaha 😅

[dk + (sunday) morning]

The early morning light gently seeps through the hazy curtains, lightly dusting Seokmin in a soft golden glow.

It suits him, you think — the way he soaks up sunlight like a sponge.

You trace the curve of his cheek, and when he hums, turning into the touch, your heart melts.

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peachybun-bun · 2 years

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Good for You

the graphic above was edited by @chogiwapadada

do not remove the watermark and do not repost

pairing; lee seokmin (dk - dokyeom) x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

notes/warnings; sub!dk, dom!reader

word count; 710 and some change

a/n; written for @onlyseokmins, hope you like this little spicy drabble. make sure you reblog as that makes tumblr go around.

You bite your lip as Seokmin’s fingers glide up your leg towards your knee. His lips pressing to your knee as your foot rests on his thigh. He smiles against your skin before glancing up at you meeting your eyes waiting for you to speak as he dares to let his fingers trail along your inner thigh.

“You aren’t going to ask?”

He grins and kisses the side of your knee before laying his cheek against your thigh still looking up at you before biting his lip so sweetly. “Can I touch you?” You feel a warmth pool in your stomach that makes its way to your core as he gives you such an innocent look while asking you something like that.

“You are already touching me Seokmin. I need you to be more specific with your questions baby” His fingers brush at your inner thigh gently as his eyes never leave yours. You watch him take in a deep breath as he considers his words. “Can I take off your panties? I want to see you and touch your pussy. I want to make you feel good.”

Such dirty words coming from someone who looks so pretty below you as he waits for your answer. You suck on your bottom lip as Seokmin’s nails gently scratch at your thigh as he almost becomes impatient but doesn’t dare move until you tell him that he can. “Go ahead.”

He looked so small below you but when you give him the answer he wants and he moves his arms you watch as the muscles bulge under his tight t-shirt as he moves your leg from his and his fingers move to loop under the band of your panties before he pulls them down slowly.

His eyes once transfixed on yours now linger between your legs as he watches what he is doing. You watch as his tongue rests between his lips ever so slightly as his hands trail down your legs before he lifts your feet one by one letting you step out of your panties before sitting them to the side. “So beautiful.”

You fight the urge to feel embarrassed as he almost studies your body, his hands starting at your ankles sliding back up your legs. You suck in a breath to stop a moan as Seokmin’s thumbs press at your thighs when he looks up at you. “Will you lay down for me so I can see you?”

Raising a brow you shake your head and take a single step back making him jut out his bottom lip before you reach out taking his chin into your hand. “You didn’t say please.” Seokmin groans as your thumb runs over his bottom lip before he catches the tip of your thumb with his teeth slightly before looking up at you with lust in his eyes. You watch his chest rise and fall quickly as he calms himself down and nods, “Please?”

You can’t help but smirk as you lean down to press a kiss to his lips making him suck in a breath as you once again don’t give him nearly as much as he wants when you pull away when he tries to deepen the kiss. “Okay baby. I’ll lay down for you.”

Seokmin groans his hand running over his jeans as you pull away from him once again only to lay on the bed in front of him. You lean back on your elbows lifting one leg as you spread your legs showing him what he wants so badly. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself, Seokmin.”

He hisses out a sorry as his hand drops from his jeans and he moves across the floor towards the side of the bed, his hands sliding up your legs once again. “I won’t do it again, until you say so. Fuck...you are so pretty. I want to taste you so bad.”

You shake your head and reach out to tap his nose making him look up at your eyes as his hand reaches your inner thigh. “You said touch. You need to ask for a taste.” He smiles and nods as he runs his index finger though your folds, his breath quickening at how wet you were for him. “I understand. I’ll be good…for you.”

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ahlovelightaflame · 8 months

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Megawatt ~ *Lee Seokmin*

Summary: DK has been away on tour for an awfully long time. But now he’s home and you can’t wait to see that megawatt smile again.

Pairing: Lee Seokmin X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 270

Warning: N/A

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“DK!” You cried, running towards him before launching himself into his arms. He just barely caught you in time and you practically knocked the air out of him.

“Oof. Hang on there, lovely.” He chuckled, squeezing you tight. He nuzzled his head into your shoulder as your legs wrapped around his middle and held tight. “Wow, you act like you haven’t seen me in ages!”

“I haven’t seen you in ages.” You whined. “You’ve been away on tour for so long! I feel like I’ve forgotten everything about you, you’ve been away so long!”

He laughed harder before pecking your nose. “You’re so dramatic.”

You scoffed. “So are you! The amount of times you called and texted me, lamenting about how much you missed waking up in the morning to see me sleeping next to you. How you wished you could kiss me at all hours of the day, and just, and I quote, “relishing in my presence”. That doesn’t sound dramatic to you?”

A shade of pink dusted over his cheeks. “Well when you put it like that…”

With a snicker, you kissed the apples of his cheeks. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Of course! And I love you just as much. If not, more.” DK winked before smiling brightly at you.

Your own smile brightened. Grabbing his cheeks, you hummed to yourself, “There’s that million dollar, megawatt smile I adore. I missed it so much!”

His cheeks colored themselves darker. “Aish, you’re so cheesy.”

“So are you.” You reminded him before kissing his lips. “But that’s why I love you. Welcome home DK.”

“It’s good to be home.”

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Joining Him On In The Soop ~ Lee Seokmin

You couldn’t believe how busy it was as you walked through the front door of the house that the boys were staying in during filming, with plenty to see. It was messy, loud, and chaotic, just as you expected it to be when Seokmin called and asked you to come and join them during a couple of days off from filming.

“I’ve moved into the spare room that the camera staff were staying in so we’ve got a room together,” Seokmin told you as he carried your case up the stairs to the second floor.

“He refused to let any of us have it,” Soonyoung called out as he walked out onto the landing of the floor just as the two of you reached it, “said he’d push us into the pool if any of us took that room.”

“I told you I was happy to room if we needed too.”

Seokmin’s head shook back at you, “if you think the communal rooms are messy, you should see the bedrooms.”

You dreaded to think how much of a state things would be in, having spent plenty of time at the dorms, you knew how bad it could get. You couldn’t wait for their fans to see how messy the boys were as they filmed, giving a proper glimpse into how they all lived at home.

The sound of your voice attracted the attention of several of the boys as one by one they came up to greet you. “You’re going to hate this place,” Vernon simply told you as he gave you a hug.

“I’ve been told to expect trouble.”

His head nodded in reply to you as Seokmin carried your bag through into the room that he had saved for the two of you. Despite the mess, your attention was captured too by the many activities that you could see were on offer around the place.

“Got something in mind that you want to try?” Seokmin asked you as he spotted you looking out of the window.

“I can recommend the fishing,” Jeonghan smiled as he walked up the stairs to see you too, “I really loved being down there, it’s nice and calm, which is rare when anyone’s around us.”

“I have a feeling I might be down there a lot then if I’m spending a couple of days with you guys,” you teased, feeling Seokmin nudge your arm, shaking his head across at you.

His eyes glared at you as he poked his tongue out, “you don’t have to worry about quiet, you’ve just got to worry about having fun.”

You nodded in agreement with him as you started to head back downstairs, “from the photos that you’ve sent me of the trip, I’m expecting to be shown all of the fun stuff.”

You’d been left at the dorm, jealous of the fun that the boys were having for many days as they recorded for In the Soop. It all looked incredible, and so when Seokmin suggested that you joined them for their free couple of days, there was no way that you could say no to him, arranging a car as soon as you got off of the phone with him.

Once you reached the bottom floor again, all of the boys were in the room with you as they tried to figure out the best way to spend their first free afternoon together.

“We’ve got to play a game of some sort,” Seungkwan suggested, “maybe we could do badminton?”

“We’ve played badminton constantly,” Seungcheol groaned, “how about table tennis?”

Having you there meant even teams as everyone headed out into the garden and paired up. Of course, you were given no choice but to be with Seokmin, with his arms wrapping around you, keeping you right by his side as soon as Chan suggested everyone find a partner, with a few of the boys looking across at you.

The moment you took the table tennis racquet, you lacked confidence, especially as you looked across to see Wonwoo and Mingyu on the other side of the net. You were clueless, learning the rules as you went along, with Joshua screaming into your ear to try and help you out, but his help didn’t stop the two of you getting defeated in the first round.

Of course, the boys couldn’t help but tease Seokmin though, placing the blame of your defeat solely on him. He tried to protest, mocking how you served, but they weren’t interested, assuring you that you did a much better job than Seokmin did.

The two of you stuck around and watched the rest of the tournament as it went into the early evening, with dinner the focus as soon as the table tennis racquets went down, hungry stomachs all over the place as the boys headed into the kitchen.

As soon as you began walking, Seokmin grabbed your hand, pulling you back from the rest of the group. “I’m really happy you’re here,” he smiled across to you as he met your eyes.

“Stop being cute!” Junhui called out as he hung back slightly too, overhearing what Seokmin had to say, followed by the sound of him pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Seokmin yelled back at him whilst you let go of a giggle, reminding yourself how little room the boys gave you both for affection. “Can’t you do that when you’re alone in your bedroom tonight?” Minghao asked as he looked back to see what was going on.

Another yell came from Seokmin as he pulled you across to the long table that had been set up for all fourteen of you, finding two free seats for you both towards the end of the table. As soon as you were sat, Jihoon came over, handing a glass of wine across to you.

“This is our new favourite that we’ve discovered on this trip,” he told you, handing a glass across to Seokmin too, “but we have learnt it makes him very drunk. It’ll be nice to hand his drunk ass over to someone else to deal with for the night.”

“I thought you said that you hadn’t got drunk yet?” You quizzed Seokmin, remembering your conversation from yesterday, “when I watch this back, how drunk will you be?”

“I might have got a little tipsy the other night,” he admitted with a mischievous smile, “but we started playing games, and you know what I’m like.”

Your head shook as you took a sip from the wine glass, humming to yourself at how nice it tasted. “Y/N, what do you reckon?” Wonwoo asked you as he watched you take a sip, “I was the one that found it in the supermarket.”

Your head nodded back at him as several of the boys protested arguing that they were the ones that found it. In between the arguments, Mingyu started to walk around, placing plates down of food that had been prepared over the days that the boys had spent there.

Your night was like a dream with them all, plenty of food was eaten, many games played too, and your fair share of glasses of wine were drunk too before you and Seokmin excused yourselves before heading up to bed.

He was still a little tipsy, swaying slightly as the two of you walked, but luckily for you, he was composed, which was more than what could usually be said for you.

“I love trips like these,” Seokmin announced as he threw himself down on the bed, “especially when you’re able to be here too.”

“It’s been a good day,” you agreed, laying down beside him, “I’m intrigued what you have planned tomorrow to show me.”

A tight grip was taken of your hand by Seokmin, “I’ll make sure that you have the best time ever here with me tomorrow.”

“I don’t doubt that too, you’re the best.”

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daydreamingfics · 2 years

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»»— photograph | lsm (svt ml)

synopsis: your boyfriend seokmin captures your relationship in photographs

» an original purely fictional lee seokmin story created by daydreamingfics: only on tumblr. please do not repost anywhere. feedback, likes, and reblogs are welcome and appreciated. ♡

pairing: lee seokmin (dk) x y/n genre: idol!au, fluff, boyfriend!au word count: 1k warnings: none, i'm just in a silly fluffy mood, it seems musical inspiration: ed sheeran - photograph

❝ we keep this love in a photograph we made these memories for ourselves

"Can I open them now?" you question for the millionth time since Seokmin positioned the makeshift blindfold over your eyes. Being with someone keen on surprises was entirely unexpected, as you were a little too impatient and giddy to wait for them properly, but that was before Seokmin. Your self-proclaimed "master of surprises" beau truly lived up to the title and continuously hit every special moment he'd planned for you out of the park. Well, the ones he had been able to keep secret long enough. No matter his schedule, Seokmin continually prioritized his and your relationship. Promising from day one that should you choose to allow him and his hectic lifestyle into your heart, he'd always aspire to make you feel loved and appreciated. And not once had he broken that promise to you.

"Not yet, Y/N," Seokmin responds, setting a chaste kiss on your nose as he continues to lead you. With your sense of sight disabled by the blindfold, Seokmin guides you along. Murmured directional cues drift to your ears as you bubble over with excitement every step of the way. You trace featherlight exclamation points into Seokmin's arm to silently convey your enthusiasm and, mostly, to catch his adorable chuckles at the ticklish effects of your playful antics. "Just a little longer. The wait will have been worth it, my darling, Y/N, I hope," Seokmin's words dangle in the air between the two of you, a tell-tale sign that the boy was starting to doubt his plans. Quickly reassuring him, you gently squeeze his bicep to intercept his overthinking. "Seok, your surprises are the best. I'm sure I'll love what you've prepared," you console your boyfriend—wanting to reach out for him, but given the blindfold, that was easier said than done. You flail an outstretched arm in the air, to which Seokmin uses the opportunity to place his chin in your palm.

"Okayyy, DeeKayyy, you've got this," Seokmin loudly verbalizes in his announcer's voice, thus rendering his moment of doubt over just as quickly as it had arrived as you share a laugh. The declaration reassures you that the boys' excitement, once again, was elevated. There were numerous reasons why you'd fallen in love with Seokmin, but his sheer positivity had to be the most significant one. Seokmin never steered away from showing his genuine emotions to you, never caring about appearing too vulnerable, and you adored him for it. Your heart pulsated feverishly within your chest as you never quite knew what to expect when it came to Seokmin. You'd been dating for some time now, yet his effect on you never wavered, and you were confident it never would. When it came to incredible boyfriends', you were a fortunate individual to have him in your life.

With the second half of his group's tour rapidly approaching, the familiar feeling of dread due to soon being miles away from one another lingered like a storm cloud above you. A feeling that despite your best efforts, Seokmin noticed. He knew your strength and how you handled everything in stride, but he wanted to ensure that he always held to his words of making you feel appreciated. You, too, knew that you could handle the time apart, as this wouldn't be the first time your idol boyfriend would be away from you for an extended period. Yet, you're only human; if given a choice, you'd have him home. Be able to see him at least every other day, if possible. But that wasn't up to either of you. So over time, you'd discovered ways to deal with distance as best you could. From your very first date, Seokmin always brought his camera along. He wanted to capture all of your moments as a couple in a still-frame image, no matter how massive or miniature. Your photo album varied from lazy days at home to pictures of you two in foreign countries; when your schedule permitted you to tag along on tour. You were thankful for his pension to capture it all. You found comfort in glimpsing at the photographs of your relationship from the early stages to now, especially when Seokmin was away.

The scene before you leaves you in awe once Seokmin maneuvers behind you and removes the blindfold. He'd set up a pillow fort in the center of your living room floor, lit with twinkling fairy lights and candles, while a homemade slideshow of your pictures through the years projected on the wall. In the center, your favorite foods lay carefully prepared. As you marvel at all of the little details that Seokmin knows you, love, he gently fastens a heart-shaped locket around your neck, securing the clasp as you admire the shiny jewelry with tears in your eyes. "Seok, this is, wow, this is amazing," you hum while he wraps you in his embrace.

"I love you so much, Y/N, and I know that being with me isn't always easy but thank you for always being my rock," he beams down at you in his arms, swaying your bodies lightly as you relish the moment and return his declaration of love. Moments pass as you bask in the comfortable silence that envelopes you—simply sharing in the extraordinary time with one another.

"What do you say we put the first picture in that locket tonight? Hm," Seokmin questions as he leads you, hand in hand, into the pillow fort, sitting down first so you can sit in your favorite spot between his legs. Seokmin's chin rests on your shoulder as he holds the camera in front of you. "To us making more memories together, forever," Seokmin whispers, sealing the words into your blushing cheek with a delicate kiss.

"To us making more memories together, forever," you whisper back as Seokmin snuggles you closer to his front, your eyes locked on one another as he presses the camera's shutter button to capture another memory in a photograph.

" so you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans holding me closer 'til our eyes meet you won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home

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nonuwhore · 2 years

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se sorrir você perde.

idol!dokyeon x maquiadora!female reader

contém: dk!fuckboy; fluff; nipple play; oral (feminino), digamos que um facesitting; menção a uso de preservativo (encapem o boneco); dirty talk; muito flerte e sacanagem não dita.

contagem de palavras: 3-4k (foi mal, dei uma empolgada)

nota da autora: meu primeiro pedido!😭 eu já tava com vontade de escrever algo assim com o seokmin e ideia encaixou perfeitamente.

venham me contar o que vocês acharam!

A voz dele e a risada das pessoas preenchiam a sala de espera. Ele contava pela milésima vez a história da viagem com Seungkwan e Jeonghan e ela nunca perdia a graça: primeiro porque de fato foi um acontecimento engraçado e segundo porque ele sabia contar uma história. Não de um jeito repetitivo ou cheio de si, mas de uma maneira que conquistava a todos, não importasse quem fosse. Seungkwan entrava na oratória de vez em quando, pontuava aqui e ali sobre algum detalhe, mas era ele que retinha a atenção.

Você havia entrado na equipe de maquiagem e hairstyling faziam pouco mais de seis meses. Se dava muito bem com todos os integrantes, mas preferia manter uma certa distância que te garantisse um conveniente profissionalismo. Sabia como o Seventeen era conhecido por acolher e ser muito amigável com os staffs e julgava isso muito positivo, mas ao mesmo tempo muito perigoso. Para que uma fã descobrisse sua identidade e começasse a te perseguir não demoraria muito, e isso te causava pânico. Ser completamente anônima e manter sua vida privada em segurança eram prioridades, mas a tarefa de se manter longe do Seventeen era muito difícil. Principalmente quando se tratava de Seokmin.

Enquanto você organizava seus pincéis e as gavetas de lápis, você o olhou de canto de olho e ele agora dançava junto com Soonyoung o que provavelmente era alguma coreografia de um girlgroup. Era inevitável olhar para ele e não sorrir, principalmente quando o próprio sorriso dele era uma fonte inesgotável de serotonina. Em menos de dois segundos ele segurou a mão de uma outra staff e a puxou para dançar, girando-a no lugar, fazendo-a rir histericamente. Deu um beijinho estalado em sua bochecha e a sentou no sofá novamente e um daqueles boatos pairou sob sua memória. “Seokmin é um anjo! E esse é o problema dele. Ele vai te tratar tão bem e você vai se sentir a única mulher do mundo, mas é assim que ele trata todo mundo.”

Você tinha o visto beijá-la escondido no intervalo de um outro programa musical. E mesmo que eles não tivessem nada sério e continuava a tratando com tanto carinho e cuidado, perguntando se ela tinha dormido bem, se precisava de ajuda para carregar a caixa com os secadores de cabelo. Você não entendia como ela lidava com aquela situação onde Seokmin a tratava como se fosse seu namorado. Nem como nenhuma das outras mulheres da equipe que passaram pelo mesmo experienciaram ao raio de sol que Seokmin era e sobreviveram para contar a história. Se ele te olhasse daquela forma terna e irresistível e simplesmente saísse pela porta para encontrar outra garota você nunca se recuperaria.

"E você, já comeu?" a voz dele surgiu acima do seu ombro e você quase derrubou a gaveta que estava na sua mão. "Desculpa, te assustei?"

Você riu nervosa com a proximidade. "Que nada. Sou só desastrada mesmo." E voltou para sua tarefa dando as costas, tentando se livrar dela e dele o mais rápido possível. Você o viu encarar sua nuca por um tempo através do espelho na sua frente, como se formulasse um plano, mas desistiu e se afastou. Você esvaziou os pulmões, aliviada.

"Não ache que você vai fugir de mim." Ele surgiu de novo, te assustando mais uma vez. Vocês riram juntos, ele se divertindo e você pronta pra sair correndo. "Depois da gravação vamos sair p’ra comer e você vem junto."

"Eu? Eu tenho um compromisso e-" ele mostrou o dedo indicador na frente do seu nariz, mostrando que você não precisava continuar.

"Inaceitável. Você nunca saí com a gente!" ele disse segurando sua mão com uma carinha de sofrimento. "Por favor?" ele sorriu com os olhinhos quase fechados e que monstro você seria se dissesse não?

Dentro do restaurante, você ficou na mesa próxima à janela, olhando a chuva que molhava o vidro, tentando ser invisível. Você podia não ter resistido a Seokmin da primeira vez, mas não haveria uma segunda. Fez tudo que tinha se proposto a fazer: comeu, bebeu, conversou com Seungcheol e Joshua, até fez um dueto no karaokê com Seungkwan. Você cumpriu o combinado e agora iria para casa, mas quando levantou da mesa, pegando sua bolsa pendurada na cadeira, Seokmin que andava de costas na sua direção acabou tropeçando em você e derrubou a sacola, espalhando tudo no chão.

“Caramba! Desculpa, desculpa de verdade…” ele te ajudava a colocar a carteira, pente de cabelo e guarda chuva enquanto sorria, nervoso. “Espera, você já ‘tá indo? Ainda não!”

“Eu preciso! Amanhã vai ser um dia cheio…” antes de te entregar a bolsa novamente ele percebeu o chaveiro do pequeno animal balançando na ponta do zíper e um sorriso se espalhou pelo rosto.

“Espera aí, você gosta de Pokémon?!” o choque em sua voz te deixou ansiosa porque em um primeiro momento não parecia ser de felicidade e porque caso não fosse seria difícil escapar disso.

Era difícil explicar para as outras pessoas adultas que não gostavam dessas coisas o porquê de um anime feito para crianças ser importante para você, mas talvez aquilo afastasse Seokmin de uma vez, então seria útil.

"Sim! Squirtle é o meu inicial favorito." você tentou soar estranha o suficiente para que ele te achasse exótica ou digna de pena, mas ele sacou o celular do bolso da calça e balançou o chaveiro pendurado na capinha.

"O meu também! Olha, eu tenho um Blastoise!" o sorriso no rosto dele pela coincidência dos seus gostos era uma ilustração tão reconfortante e atordoante do quão feliz ele tinha ficado com vocês terem algo em comum, mas principalmente por ser algo que vocês deveriam ter vergonha. Incrível como esse tipo de situação derruba qualquer obstáculo dentro dos relacionamentos humanos.

Você sorriu também. Sentiu que todo o esforço feito para evitar Seokmin, evitar que ele se infiltrasse na sua vida era inútil e continuar nesse caminho seria ainda mais cansativo, além de um grande desperdício de energia. E só essa reflexão provava que tentar racionalizar a situação era um sintoma de algo ainda maior estava rolando.

No dia seguinte a equipe toda estava reunida de novo para gravação de um Going Seventeen e você ficou responsável pela maquiagem dele. Vocês passaram o período todos falando sobre quais jogos eram os melhores, criticando os novos personagens e principalmente falando mal da Nintendo.

"A gente precisa marcar um dia p'ra jogar!" você disse num impulso de excitação, mas logo se arrependeu. Isso com certeza daria a ideia errada.

"Com certeza! Que dia você 'tá livre?" ele te olhou atento. Você riu, tentando disfarçar, sussurrou um “vamo ver” e voltou a espalhar a base pelo rosto de Seokmin. Ele continuou te olhando, procurando por pistas pelo seu rosto e sorrindo, travesso. Ele sabia exatamente o que estava fazendo e que estava tendo sucesso.

Ele mudou de assunto e vocês continuaram a conversar. Quando você pediu que ele ficasse parado para que você terminasse os olhos ele ficou por um instante e depois fez uma careta, te arrancando risinho esganiçado. De olhos fechados agora, ele parecia tão sereno e o formato da boca e nariz pareciam ter sido desenhados a mão, finas linhas precisamente posicionadas dentro do quadro perfeito e simétrico que era o rosto dele. Você respirou fundo e ele cheirava tão bem, como uma manhã de verão. Se você encarasse a pele do pescoço dele por mais um segundo, seus lábios reagiriam fora do seu controle. Droga.

Seventeen entrou em turnê pelo Japão e você foi uma das staffs selecionadas para acompanhá-los. Seu quarto era no mesmo corredor onde Seokmin estava e deitada na cama de hotel fria e solitária, você só conseguia pensar nisso, que ele também estava só em um quarto algumas portas depois de você. Ou não. Talvez ele estivesse com um dos meninos ou até mesmo uma outra mulher da equipe e esse último pensamento fez seu estômago revirar.

Nos últimos meses você tinha se aproximado bastante, muito mais do que você tinha planejado inicialmente, mas ambos estavam agindo como bons amigos e nada além disso. Exceto pelo fato de você ter sonhado algumas vezes com ele, vezes suficiente para contar em uma mão. Ou duas. E esses eram sonhos que você nunca teve com nenhum amigo ou amiga. Bom, e por todo aquele clima opressor que ambos sentiam quando estavam sozinhos, como se a qualquer momento fossem arrancar a roupa um do outro.

Você levantou da cama em um pulo, se enfiou um moletom, pegou seu Switch, andou rápido em direção a porta e seu corpo congelou. Vocês iam jogar algumas partidas de Pokémon como sempre faziam entre um compromisso e outro, nada além disso. Amigos, colegas de trabalho, até mesmo conhecidos podem fazer isso sem nenhuma outra intenção, certo? Destrancou sua porta e foi em direção a dele, mas seus pés emperraram de novo. Meu deus, ele com certeza entenderia isso como um sinal para sexo. Não, de jeito nenhum, você não podia se envolver com ele. Girou os calcanhares para correr em direção ao seu quarto, quando ouviu o barulho da fechadura eletrônica.

Seokmin olhou para o videogame portátil na sua mão e sorriu. “Vai me trocar por outro jogador?” ele fez uma vozinha fofa, dissimulando mágoa.

“Na verdade, eu ia te chamar p’ra jogar.” e balançou o aparelho, sorrindo e dissimulando naturalidade. Seokmin sussurrou um “claro” irônico e te deu espaço para entrar no quarto.

“Entra aí. Quero te mostrar uma coisa que você vai amar.” o tom de voz malicioso te fez fantasiar uma coisa ou outra, mas você balançou a cabeça as afastando, pelo menos por um segundo. Seokmin se jogou na cama, procurando algo na mala que se encontrava do outro lado e o short de moletom se deslocou um pouco, mostrando uma parte de sua coxa torneada e bronzeada. Seus olhos tentaram se descolar da imagem, mas era como imã e limalha de ferro.

“Agora senta aqui do meu lado, fecha os olhos e abre as mãos.” completou com o mesmo tom brincalhão de antes.

“Por que isso parece uma brincadeira idiota?” você sorriu, empolgada, e o obedeceu. Primeiro você sentiu a pele macia e quente da mão dele tocar a sua. Depois sentiu o mesmo cheiro de manhã de verão de antes e algo se aproximando da sua orelha.

“Porque é.” a voz dele, muito mais grave do que o normal, ressoou no seu ouvido como um grito dentro de uma caverna. Seu corpo se arrepiou por completo e você tremeu, ouvindo a risadinha sádica dele ao longe. Alguns segundos depois um objeto foi posicionado na sua palma e um sorriso sincero e cheio de emoção brotou no seu rosto quando seus olhos se abriram.

“Seokmin… “ ele te observava com cuidado, procurando sinais de felicidade ou decepção quando o nome dele preencheu seus lábios.

“Como você já tinha o Squirtle e eu um Blastoise, só faltava o Wartortle. Agora ‘tá completo.” e depois se deu conta o que exatamente você tinha dito e como. “Espera, você me chamou de Seokmin?”

Você tinha estabelecido um limite. Para se manter protegida dele você sempre o chamava de DK ou Dokyeom, nunca o verdadeiro nome. Era profissional, estéril, livre de qualquer sentimentalismo ou intimidade, mas ali você tinha chutado o balde. Você tinha desistido.

Seokmin se ajoelhou na sua frente, quase entre as suas pernas. Ele não disse nada por vários segundos, apenas segurou sua mão, fazendo um carinho na palma com o dedão, sorrindo de vez em quando, desviando o olhar como se quisesse dizer algo, mas se preparando psicologicamente para isso e você sabia, porque estava na mesma situação.

Sua mão foi em direção ao rosto dele, tirando o cabelo castanho que se derramava pelos olhos e ele os fechou enquanto dizia: "Você é uma das poucas pessoas que conseguem me deixar tímido…"

"Eu?"

"Sim. Com esse seu jeito sempre evasivo, impessoal. Queria muito saber o que rola aí nessa cabecinha." ele aproveitava seu carinho instintivo que agora passava dos cabelos para a bochecha e em seguida para o canto da boca. Ele abriu os olhos e a escuridão deles prendeu o ar na sua garganta.

"Acho melhor não contar." o que não era verdade. Seokmin precisava saber o quanto ele tinha escavado o caminho dele até ocupar todos os pontos do seu consciente e inconsciente. Você provavelmente explodiria como uma supernova se não contasse.

"Você é muito ruim nisso." Seokmin se aproximou mais, agora completamente próximo as suas coxas e deslizou as mãos pela extensão, encontrando depois sua cintura. Seu olhar permissivo o fez levantar tecido de malha e acarinhar a pele por baixo dela.

"Nisso?" suas mãos foram ao pescoço dele, entrelaçando os dedos pelos fios da nuca. Os olhos dele novamente se fecharam por alguns segundos. Ele respirou fundo.

"Mentir. Você mente muito mal." Ainda ajoelhado, ele esticou as pernas e levantou o corpo alguns centímetros, agora seus rostos estavam frente a frente. "Você vai acreditar em mim se eu disser que eu vou infartar se não te beijar agora?" você riu, empurrando o cabelo dele para trás mais uma vez. "'Tô falando sério. Acho que nunca falei tão sério na minha vida inteira." e você ficou séria também, sentido que talvez realmente não houvesse nenhum exagero na fala dele.

"Se você me beijar eu não vou conseguir parar." você avisou, balançando a cabeça negativamente.

"Eu não quero parar. Não quero mesmo." ele se deitou sobre você, beijando sua boca de uma forma tão doce que parecia que você ia morrer ali, naquele quarto semi iluminado, com seus corpos prontos para se fundirem.

A boca dele tratava a sua como o mais fino cristal. Percorria sem pressa, com um cuidado e receio de quem se preparava para pular de uma ponte. Você o puxou para mais perto, esfregando seus seios no peito largo dele, encaixando suas coxas e movimentando seu quadril na direção do dele

"Me diz que você não vai se arrepender disso, por favor… Porque eu não conseguiria nem se quisesse." o gemido que saiu da sua garganta quando ele puxou sua calça para baixo, com força e até um pouco de pressa indicou que não, você também não conseguiria olhar para o que iria acontecer agora, no futuro, e dizer que não queria aquilo. Porque agora não havia outra coisa que você quisesse mais.

Ele beijou a parte descoberta da sua barriga, centímetro por centímetro, mordiscando algumas partes, se divertindo como nunca. A boca desceu até as coxas, seguindo o mesmo protocolo, massageando com as mãos largas, usando uma força acertada. Sorriu, orgulhoso de como sua calcinha já se encontrava encharcada e suas bochechas esquentaram.

"Olha o que você fez comigo." sua voz saiu afetada, entre sussurros, se esforçando para manter sua respiração em ordem apesar dos toques e carinhos que Seokmin distribuía por todo seu corpo.

"Não, olha o que você fez comigo." ele se debruçou em cima de você, deslizando o membro rígido e ainda coberto pela sua coxa. Beijou seu pescoço, no seu no ouvido disse o quanto te queria e arrancou a parte de cima da sua roupa e a própria camiseta. Observou seus mamilos duros, a postos, prontos para que ele os devorasse e ele o fez. A língua beijava um enquanto os dedos impacientes brincavam com outro, gemendo seu nome, sem pudor.

Você levou a mão livre dele até a sua intimidade, indicando que precisava de atenção ali também. Seokmin gemeu mais uma vez quando sentiu a umidade que se alastrava no local e sua cabeça girava, sua visão turva era dispensável e seu corpo entraria em chamas a qualquer segundo. Você poderia gozar apenas pelos círculos perfeitos que ele fazia nos seus mamilos e que agora estavam imensamente sensíveis.

“Acho que vou enlouquecer…" o som arrastado da sua voz, cheia de tesão e súplica, fizeram o membro de Seokmin vibrar dentro da calça. Ele automaticamente te virou de bruços, colocando duas almofadas embaixo da sua barriga, te deixando completamente exposta, pronta para recebê-lo. Tirou o short com mais velocidade do que ele próprio acreditava e se colocou em cima de você, cheirando sua nuca, mordiscando-a e tentando conter a própria loucura.

Respirou fundo, preparando-se para o próximo passo, pronta para ser preenchida, do jeito que queria, mas Seokmin se afastou por um segundo. Você virou o rosto, preocupada, quando o viu ajoelhar e sem nenhuma cerimônia lamber sua boceta de ponta a ponta, afastando as nádegas e te expondo ainda mais, ganhando mais espaço para que a boca pudesse te satisfazer, com vontade. Você uivou, agarrou o lençol embaixo de você e empurrou o quadril na direção do rosto do homem. Ele se desequilibrou por meio segundo, mas agarrou sua cintura com mais força, colocando mais empenho em atacar seus lábios, brincando com a língua e sugando com se estivesse faminto.

"Foi mal…" se desculpou, tentando ficar parada.

"Não, não. Faz de novo. Por favor." Seokmin pediu, esfregando quase que totalmente o rosto por toda a pele úmida, usando a boca e o nariz para te manter estimulada. Segurou de novo seu quadril, agora com mais força, num silencioso pedido para que você usasse o rosto dele como bem entendesse. Suas bochechas enrubesceram e Seokmin sabia, porque apesar do pedido você resistiu por um momento. Quanto dinheiro ele não pagaria para ver seu rosto agora, divido pela vontade de usá-lo como uma pervertida, mas se contendo por medo. Ele queria tanto que houvessem próximas vezes para que ele sugerisse que vocês gravassem essa memória.

Colocando mais velocidade em sua própria língua, ele ouviu você desmanchar, as pernas tremendo, uma porção de espasmos e suspiros. “Agora entendi porque você gosta de pokémons de água.” ele ajudou você a se virar na cama, aproveitando para deslizar os dedos pela entrada molhada, pulsando. Você riu, ofegante, tentando colocar a cabeça no lugar. Seu brilho pós-gozo, a tez avermelhada e a tranquilidade com que você o olhou apertaram os botões certos no peito dele. Seokmin gravou em pedra o quadro pintando a sua frente.

Você tomou a camisinha da mão dele. “Me dá aqui. Deixa que eu te ajudo.” abrindo a embalagem, ele te olhava de cima, massageando seu membro preterido agora e peitoral arfou de puro e simples prazer. Você deslizou a proteção rapidamente, com uma prática que fez Seokmin sorrir, intrigado e ainda mais atraído.

“O que?” você sorriu, contagiada pelo riso dele.

“Nada. Só preciso saber se você é apertadinha como imagino que você é.”

"Entendi.” tentando disfarçar sua timidez, você deitou sobre as almofadas novamente, abrindo as pernas e dedilhando a própria intimidade. “Tá esperando o quê?”

#seventeen #svt #lee seokmin #dk #dk x you #dk x reader #dk x y/n #dk x s/n #dk x você #dk x leitora #dk x female reader #dk drabble #seventeen fanfic pt br #dk fluff #dk smut #dk imagines

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hellu!! how do you think kyeom would react if he sees you really stressed out before exam season :(( do you think he'd be cuddly? personally i get super whiny when im stressed so i hope he can baby me a little HAHHA (delulu) thank you in advance!! have a nice day <33

oh my gosh this is all I was thinking about during my exam season 😭 thinking about my stress too while I wrote it and it’s so !!! where is my personal dokyeom!!! but I hope you have a nice day too lovely! <3

he knows things are getting intense with classes, so when he comes home late, he’s not too loud. you did break his promise to not look at your work past midnight but he’s not mad, just concerned for your well-being. he instead just approaches you from behind with quiet words, draping his arms over your neck and kisses you on the cheek. he asks if you’ve eaten and you can’t even say it out loud, you just start crying and he’s already turning the chair to pull you into into a tight hug. he’s extra gentle with you, so he coaxes you away from studying with the promise of ice cream after dinner and you can’t exactly say no to that. he’s cleaning up your books and making dinner before you can protest, you agree to watch him from the dining room table (with the promise of not looking at your work again for the night of course) but he’s running over to give you kisses any free moment he has! it gets you to smile and eating dinner is just him telling you about his day with funny faces/voices, trying to make you laugh and he absolutely succeeds.

ice cream goes without a hitch, you both enjoy sundaes that you’ve been meaning to have for so long but never had the time for. he wants you to have a big bubble bath and you don’t protest in the slightest, you just pick out the scent and he gets to work on preparing it. you try not to think about the mountains of bubbles and how long it’ll take to get rid of them, but instead the lovely man who did all this for you. you both play with the bubbles together in the tub (he didn’t come in originally but your pouting convinced him to join you) until he makes you lay down on top of him, lapping the remaining bubbles around you. he kisses you so so much, whispering in between how much he missed you today and how he was thinking about how stressed you must be feeling. you just get to sit in silence with him and relax deeply. he makes you sit up for a bit so he can give you a small massage and it makes a world of a difference. after you tell him it’s probably not practical to spend almost an hour in the tub, he gets you both out of the tub and into your pajamas with brushed teeth in ten minutes tops. if you think this man is letting you go at any point of this, you’re sorely mistaken. he’s practically dragging you into bed, pulling you close and making sure your head is on his chest. after a bit of silence, you tell him thank you for always seeing you and taking care of you when you need it most. he whispers back that he loves you so much, he’s willing to do it a million times if that means you’ll feel better. you’re still worried, but those fears are far behind when he’s next to you <3

#this was so fucking cute to write #and it really got away from me lmao #but I wanted it to be detailed since you’re stressed!!!#seokmin fluff #dk fluff #dk x reader #dokyeom fluff #seokmin x reader #seokmin drabble #dokyeom drabble #dk drabble #svt fluff #svt x reader #seokmin

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“The probability of that is 0, but you go ahead” - DK (Seokmin)

"Come on," you said, trying to convince your boyfriend that rock climbing was a great date idea. "I bet you'll get on the wall and realise it's not even scary."

"The probability of that is 0, but you go ahead," he told you.

"But you were the one who said you wanted to come up with some different date ideas, I'm giving you one."

"Yes, but I was planning on dates on solid ground," DK countered.

"But you'll be harnessed-"

"No."

"And a helmet-"

"Nope."

"Seokmiiiiiin," you whined. "Please."

He gasped dramatically and looked at you with an offended expression. "Did you just use my name?"

"Pleeeaaase," you continued.

"I'll come for moral support, but I'm not climbing."

"Fine, you can watch me, and I can convince you there's nothing to be scared of," you agreed to his compromise.

However, once you were there, you were very quickly eating your words. To start with you were still as confident, happily harnessing up and stepping up to the wall. You were still starting on a smaller wall, worried about your strength and the stamina of your limbs more than anything else, but you had no doubt you'd make it to the top.

Until you were about halfway up. That's when your arms started to shake a bit. You were sure it was just because of the strain of pulling you up a wall and the fact that they weren't used to it. But then you looked down.

Despite your convictions that it really wasn't that scary and that being harnessed meant it was fine, you froze.

"Are you stuck?" DK called up.

"Ummm," you replied, not wanting to admit defeat.

"Was I right?" he teased.

"That is not very supportive," you shouted.

"Just come back down," your boyfriend replied in a gentler tone.

"Then I have to let go and I don't wanna."

Eventually, after DK and the instructor assuring you that it was safe to let go, you found yourself back on solid ground. You simply laid flt on the floor waiting for your panicked heartbeat to calm down while your boyfriend came and say by your head.

"You are never allowed to tease me about my fear of heights again," he told you.

"That's fair," you nodded. "Can you get me a drink please?"

"Sure. Then let's go and grab some lunch like normal people do on dates, yeah?"

You couldn't help but laugh. "You mean people who don't like heights?"

"Yes. Normal people," he reiterated before disappearing to grab your water bottle.

NAVIGATION | SEVENTEN MASTERLIST

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1:49pm | Dokyeom/Seokmin 1k

Reader's got the flu, requested by @eclavayne, request here

Seokmin 1:48pm

“Baby,” your boyfriend’s voice shoots through your tiny apartment and straight into your already painful eardrums. “Baby?!” he whined again, even louder. You groan in response, unable to get your sore vocal cords to produce anything louder. Your bedroom is still dark, you've been unable to leave your bed all day. “Honey? Sweetie?” Seokmin’s voice turn’s almost into singing at this point, as he runs through his never ending list of petnames for you. “Babe? Pumpkin? Love? Helloo? Dear?”

You groan again, wanting to call out to him, but still unable to produce anything that will actually let him hear you over the sound of his own voice. Whatever this flu was that you had caught last night was not to be messed with. Everything hurt. Everything.

The petnames get cringier the closer he gets to your door. “Peta—“ he stops himself as soon as he opens your door and probably sees the mess of sheets you're in. “I can’t tell if you’re actually under there, or if you’re just not here,” he mumbles, probably more to himself.

In order to get his attention, you whine, pushing the sheets away to reveal your probably puffy face. You can’t even open your eyes to look at him, that’s how much your head hurts at this point.

“Hey,” he says, voice suddenly soft. “What’s wrong?” You feel the bed beside you dip under his weight. Then, his fingers graze your forehead for just a second. “You’re burning up. Have you been in here all day?”

You groan half a reply.

He hums in response, brushing your hair away from your face. “You’re shivering? Must be a fever.” It’s almost like he’s speaking more to himself than to you for a second. “Can you look at me?”

With all your power, you crack open one eye to look at him. His brows are pulled together, bottom lip jut out at he inspects you. “Seok,” you croak.

“I’m here,” he replies, gently touching your warm cheek. “You didn’t eat anything yet right? Stupid question, you’re still in bed.”

Leave it to Seokmin to make you smile while you literally feel like you’re dying. You cough, curling in on yourself when it hurts. He does his best to soothe you, rubbing a hand up and down your sore back.

“I’m going to get you something to drink, I’ll be right back. Please don’t die on me. Okay?” he rambles as he rushes out of the bedroom.

You want to say something about not being on the verge of death but he's gone before you can. There was something awfully endearing about seeing him so concerned. It was normally you looking after him, not because he didn’t want to look after you but more because you didn’t let him.

“Here,” he says, returning with a steaming cup of something. Probably tea, judging from the label hanging from the cup. He sets it down, hands slipping under the covers to pull you up slightly as you whine. “I know, I know. But you have to drink, or it’s going to get worse.”

“Seok, I’m—“ The cough gets worse when you sit it seems. “Fuck.”

“Are you okay?”

“No,” you say, and panic as soon as you see his eyes widen. “Baby, 'm not dying, it’s just the flu.”

He whines. “And what am I supposed to do about that?”

You reach for the tea, which he hands you gladly. He was thoughtful enough to not make it piping hot. It was readily drinkable, although a little bland. “Nothing.”

“Am I just to sit and watch my dear girlfriend suffer?”

You chuckle. “I know I call you a miracle, but even you can’t make the flu go away.”

He pouts. For a few moments he’s silent as he looks across your still dark room. You have no clue what thoughts are going through his head right now. The tea soothes some of the coughs still threatening to spill past your lips as you wait to see what he comes up with. He’s always been a caring boyfriend, he must be worried. It’s the first time he’s seen you this sick.

“Okay,” he starts, touching your cheek again. “I’m going to run you a bath. And then I’m going to make you something to eat. Spicy?” he questions, pausing.

You shake your head. “My throat burns enough as it is.”

“Okay, not spicy. I’ll call my mom. She must have some sort of recipe. Can you stand?”

“Again, not dying.”

He narrows his eyes. “Come on.”

Turns out he did have to help you out of bed. As much as sitting up and drinking something had made you feel just a bit better, your legs were shaky. So you opted for a quick shower in the hopes it would quell you fever just a bit. Seokmin checked in on you every minute or so to make sure you were doing okay. At one point you told him he should’ve just gotten in the shower with you. Which received you a scandalous look and a scoff.

“You’re sick and you’re trying to get me naked?” he put a hand over his heart with a smile.

You roll your eyes as you step out of the shower and into the towel he holds open. “I can dry myself off.”

He wraps you tightly into the plush fabric, kissing your still damp cheek. “Not today. Today, and from the sight of you, probably also tomorrow, I’m taking care of you.” Another kiss to your cheek, your forehead, top of your head, while he dries your body. “You’re going to be okay right?” he whispers as he zips up his hoodie on you. His eyes hold so much worry for you there.

You grab his hand and squeeze it tightly. “I’ll be fine. But I could do with some of whatever you’re cooking. I think I might be just a little hungry.”

“Good,” he smiles. “I kind of am making a lot.”

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