#seokmin x y/n
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Kidult
genre: fluff, established relationship
pairing: Seokmin x reader
summary: Seokmin brings out the kid in you, what more can you say?
warnings: none!
note: I hope everyone reading this fic knows that it's alright to embrace your inner child! Enjoy reading <33
There was just something about Seokmin that made you feel like a kid again.
Maybe it was the way he went through life with a childlike joy and innocence. Maybe it was the way he seemed to never have a single worry in the world.
Or maybe it was in moments like this, when he was like a grown-up child who never hesitated to have a bit fun with you.
"Baby, let's go outside!"
"What? Are you crazy?" you exclaim, your eyed wide in disbelief when you hear your boyfriend's statement. "It's raining, we're going to get sick."
"I know...but, please?" Seokmin pleads, his hands finding yours and giving them a small tug, silently begging you to change your mind. "It'll be fun, and we can always just take a really warm shower afterwards so we don't get sick."
You let out a sigh and pause for a moment before finally relenting. "Fine, but if we get sick it's your fault."
Letting out a happy cheer, Seokmin giddily drags you out the door.
"The umbrellas, we're-," you begin to yell, but your words only fall to deaf ears as Seokmin already makes his way outside, letting the rain wet his clothes as he shrieks in joy.
"C'mon, join me!" Seokmin shouts with a laugh as he jumps into a puddle, oblivious to the fact that its splash completely soaks his pants. "It'll be okay, don't worry," he reassures while running to your side with a bright smile on his face even though his clothes are completely soaked. Enveloping his hand with yours, Seokmin leads you into the rain.
At first you let out a shriek at the way the cold rain meets your skin, sending shivers down your body. But soon your body gets used to the droplets and all you can focus on is how free you feel.
You're not even worrying about how your clothes are completely soaked, or the fact that you and Seokmin are definitely going to get sick after this. But rather, you're focusing on the way you feel like a kid again as you have fun with Seokmin in the rain without a single care in the world.
You're focusing on the way your laughter echos Seokmins' as he runs around in the rain with you. The world blurring and leaving you and Seokmin in your own separate world where there is only him and you, playing in the rain as time slips away unnoticed.
Bringing your soaked body closer to his, Seokmin gently cups your face with his hands and presses a kiss onto your lips. "I feel like a kid in love when I'm with you," Seokmin whispers into your ear as the rain falls on the both of you.
"Maybe you are," you retort with a fond laugh before feeling a shiver go down your back, your boyfriend quickly catching notice.
"Hm, about time we go home and take a nice warm shower don't you think?"
"Definitely," you reply with a giggle.
"This is all your fault," you groan as you blow your nose for what seems like the hundredth time. "I told you we would get sick if we played in the rain."
"It's okay, at least we're sick together," Seokmin says with a cheesy grin as he sits up and tries to give you a kiss before accidentally letting out a wet sneeze.
"Ew, get your snot covered face away from me," you say with a teasing laugh before handing him the tissue box. "I'll kiss you when you get better."
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you recently came up onto my for you and i was curious if a dk NSFW headcannons are possible 🥰😖 i read your woozi, cheol and ot13 ones I AGREE SO MUCH‼️
ᝰ.ᐟ 🥥 — L.SK ; ! nsfw headcanons
nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. [ smut ] ꩜.
petition to agree that dokey will do anything to please you in bed, want him to go soft? or hard? want him to sub? he will do it anything for his lover
I also think he is really big in size, the big nose conspiracy says it all!!
seokmin loooves cumming inside of you he finds it satisfying to see cum leaking out of you
when he fucks you from behind you grab his phone & pout while covered in hickeys ( it’s his new wallpaper. )
he wipes your tears while he’s fucking you so good, we all know he’s such a soft caring dom :((
he’s very vocal in bed like you sucking him tight? he’ll let out the loudest moan & you’d moan from how hot it is
seokmin adores fucking you in lingerie like he’ll pull your lacey panties aside & get to business
like I said in my previous post he loves choking you, you’d whine obsessed by the new necklace he’d presented to you “my baby slut loves it when I choke her mh?”
whispers all the dirty things in your ear then licks your earlobe
when you go to cook something he’ll press his bulging member in your ass
he loves you moaning his name like “s-seok” you moan out loud, he’ll go in an inhumanely speed
also like I said in my previous post my man loves you sitting on his face, like even if you’re wearing undies he’ll suck your lil clit, the fabric forbidding you from full pleasure (such a tease omfg-)
his fav position is reverse cow-girl, your ass in his vision in all its glory, you bouncing, making him go into cloud 9
when you ride him you need to hold his hand it’s a must !!!
when he eats you out he doesn’t let a single drop go to waste.
#dokyeom#dokyeom smut#seokmin smut#lee seokmin#seokmin x reader#seokmin x y/n#dokyeom x reader#dokyeom x you#seventeen x reader#seventeen smut#seventeen x you
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another request because ofc!!! reader finds out seokmin is a virgin and wants to change that 🤭 bonus points if it starts out of pity because they actually don’t like each other but turns into actual desire 💃🏼 mwah
Pairing: virgin!seokmin x afab!reader
Genre: smut
Word count: 2.6k
tags: mention of alcohol, manhandling, oral (reader giving), pet names for seokmin, dry humping, heavy dirty talk, unprotected sex, swallowing
author note: hi mitchieeee, i hope you enjoy hehe
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“Wait, you’re a what?”
“Please don’t make a big deal out of this,” Seokmin whines seeing how hard you try to hold back your laughter.
“I can’t believe you’re a virgin. Wow, at your grown age.” You wipe away your unshed tears before setting a hand on his shoulder in a kinly manner. “Oh baby boy Minnie, you cannot just lay this on me and expect me not to do anything.”
“In my defense, I wasn’t trying to let you know.”
“Well, we’re going out tonight.”
You hadn’t known Seokmin for long, but as far as you can tell, he’s as good as these guys can get. It shouldn’t have surprised you as much as it did, but it was very hard to believe considering what a good guy he is. He’s such a textbook good guy that you had a hard time believing it. No one was that nice. He had you convinced he was two-faced at one point, but nope. Seokmin is merely just Seokmin. And maybe that was his problem.
“How about her?” you ask subtly nodding at a girl from across the bar.
“Are we really doing this?”
You tsk at the young man before asking sizing the girl up. Acting no better than a man, you pick apart mentally why she’d be a potential candidate. Eventually, you shake your head the moment you see she is being tended to by what looks to be a girlfriend of her own before you move on to the next available person with a heartbeat.
“Oh my god, wait, her! She’s perfect.” You clap to yourself momentarily and push him in her direction, reminding him what you’ve taught him. “Go, go. Compliment her shoes, or ask what she’s drinking!”
A look of discomfort is apparent on his face but he goes off in that direction anyway, stalking the target as you leisurely sipped your cosmo. It seemed to go well for a while–watching a smile on her face as they talk–but that mood takes a turn when she gets up to leave and not alongside Seokmin. When he returns to you, he’s unsure what went wrong but you reassure him the night is still young and there are plenty of opportunities for him to make a connection.
Encounter after encounter, drink after drink, none have stuck around and in the end, he retreats back to you all the same. You expel an exaggerated sigh as you cross your arms seeing him strike out a sixth time in a row. Even after all the rejection, he doesn’t seem too offended by it, leisurely sipping his watered-down cocktail. You narrow your eyes back at him, seeing him blink back like a lost lamb. “You’re not trying, are you?”
“I don’t want to even be here.”
You shake your head, pinching the skin between your eyebrows as you took a deep sigh. “I thought you wanted to know what it felt like.”
“Of course I do, but this isn’t it.” He pulls his stool from underneath him closer to you. He set his finished drink aside for the bartender to take and slouches his shoulders. “Let’s just go home. This is no way to do this.”
And like that, a lightbulb flickered in your head until it bursts with endless luminosity. “We should go home. Because you’re gonna do it with me.”
You drag him by the wrist and immediately go hail a taxi, flailing your arms like a psychopath until one was desperate enough for cash to take you.
“Are you drunk?” Seokmin asks in bemusement. “Why the hell would we of all people do that?”
“Why the hell not? I’m flexible. I can take my leg all the way up to my shoulder.”
Seokmin’s jaw slightly drops upon hearing that, picturing that, before shaking out the words from his head and realizing too late he’s joining you in a cab. “Not the point. Why are you willing to help me by going that far?”
You look at him with a stern face before shushing him with your free hand and turning to the driver with your address. You finally arrive back at your apartment, paying the driver before getting out of the car and dragging him up the flights of stairs.
“You still haven’t answered me,” his voice echoes in the building fixtures, booming louder than usual. “And slow down, will you?”
“Walk faster.”
Entering your apartment, you realize this is the first time he’s been in here. You realize it’s the first time anyone’s been in here. You toss your keys aside and offer Seokmin a drink. He sounds off a decline and takes in the gravity of this situation as he’s scanning your residence. “Your place is nice.”
You grin, tugging him to your side again, and drag him to the couch to immediately straddle his lap abruptly. “Thank you. I like to think I’m settled in by now.”
“Are we actually doing this?”
You smooth your pal over his shoulders, your smile picking up from one side. “You don’t seem entirely against it.” You press down on the grown erection under you, a soft groan leaving his lips.
“Of course not, little Seokmin barely has a mind of his own—“
You squint. “You call him little Seokmin—“
“Besides the point, don’t listen to him. He’s only thinking of one thing.”
“Sounds like me and him are on the same page, now all we need is you. Tell me why we shouldn’t, Seokmin,” You say as you start grinding down on his toned, firm thigh. You watch his face contort in interest, submission, succumbing to your advances. Your hand trails over his cheek, noting how his breath hitches when your fingertips tap against his neck. “While I give every reason why we should.”
He shakes his head, almost in disbelief. “Y/n—shit, this is such a b-bad idea.”
“That’s not a reason, Seokmin.”
“I could do something wrong.”
“Which is why I’d teach you, baby.”
He blinks back at you frantically, his cock straining in his pants until it hurts. He looks so pliable and pretty, it takes everything in you to keep the pace slow. At a moment’s notice, your hand thread through his hair and pulls his head back. He softly whimpers, eyes struggling to stay on you as your lips made their way down his jaw, then his neck, before closing your lips around his adam’s apple.
Seokmin holds down his pants to keep from poking you, and uses his shallows breath to distract him from your lewd gestures. He realizes how ineffective as your hips dip into his, pushing against his cock, and a groan leaves his lips like live pornography. It physically moves you to the point you’re determined to hear more.
“Tell me, Seok. What can I do to convince you?”
“Apparently, not much,” he mumbles with a harsh blush against his cheeks and ears, struggling underneath you, “Why do you want this?”
“Me?” You push his head back up to meet his eyes. “I just had a sudden hankering for virgin pretty boys. Is that a good enough reason?”
“...Ok, I-I think so–” and your lips meet his, pressing into his body and letting it naturally melt around him.
His hands claim home reluctantly around your body, feeling the soft texture of your back over your shirt before caressing it tenderly. His other arm loops around your hips, discovering how perfectly it hugs your body close to his as follows your languid movement in the kiss. It scratches a part of his brain to hear you moan the way you did, he feels himself kissing you deeper, needier.
Seokmin’s body slouches underneath yours, gripping your thighs until he was squished at his waist and gradually his hips move on their own against you. His cock bumps against your throbbing cunt repeatedly until he’s practically drilling against you. Your voice, sultry yet delicate, burns in his ears, turning them a vibrant scarlet and suddenly he’s lifting you with your body tightly wound to him and pushed into the cushions of the couch.
You let out a startled gasp, not having predicted such action and his body is relentlessly against yours against you, digging into you, taunting you, ruining you. “You, t-tease.”
Seokmin acts as if he doesn’t hear, as if he can only focus on how good it feels for his cock to rub against you right now. His body rolls against you enough that you can feel the friction of the zipper on your clit, making you writhe underneath him. His kisses grow hungrier, tongue traveling inside you like he’s starved for every morsel. It’s pure animal instinct. So pure and primal, he’s convinced he’ll cum right then and there, but practices self-restraint. If he’s learned one thing from satisfying his own urges, it’s patience.
Your legs wrap around him, pushing him closer, the sensual noises you make only make him fall deeper, making him weaker.
“Put it in me…” you cry, “I want your cock fuck so deep inside me. Please, Seokmin…”
Seokmin finds the word “no” to be impossible at this point, but he can’t help but still feel anxious at the idea of it happening. “Hold on.” He procures his wallet from his back pocket before taking out the condom you planted earlier in there for him and sets it aside on the coffee table. “I’m sure you want your clothes off, yeah?”
His hand comes at the hem of his long sleeve before it over and off his body, revealing a body you’ve only ever seen in sports catalogs. You’re so stunned at the clear concaves and curves of his abs and pecs, you barely grasp that he’s helping you with your shirt off. His hand smooths over your frame as he’s kissing over your chest, moving against you again to distract you from your request moments ago.
He slips your pants between your bodies, hearing it hit the ground, and replicates that movement with his own pants, now only the barrier of your underwear stopping you. He swallows noticing the giant stain right where the center of your core is. “It’s so…wet.”
“Yeah, it’s what you’ve been doing to me.”
He ravels you like it's a delicate process, slipping down the sides of your panties until over your legs and off your body to have your bare pussy, glossy from all the arousal, twitching at the sight. It fuels something in him. “Shit…”
“Do it…put it in me…”
He swallows again, knowing his little Seokmin badly wants what you want, so what is he stalling for? He shut his eyes, taking in deep breaths. “Okay…”
“Don’t be scared…I’ll only bite if you want me to. Take out your cock for me.”
Just as slowly as he has done you, his briefs come down achingly slow, but reveal the perfectly big cock ready for the taking it. You marvel at it, drool forming at the corner of your lips, your clench and unclench your fist before darting for his girth. However, you are prevented from doing so by Seokmin himself, feeling the tremble in his hands. “I-I’ll do it. I just–”
“You don’t have to be nervous, Seokmin. It’s just me.”
“That’s exactly why I am nervous.”
“But why–ah, ah, shit.”
You feel him ease into you, the stretch of his cock was deafening with every mouth-watering inch. He takes light strokes as a test, plunging his fat cock into you like nothing while you bite your bottom lip, eyes flicking to the back of your skull.
“Wait, shit, the condom.”
You shake your head. “Don’t bother. I rather we didn’t anyway. Fuck, you’re so big.”
“Am I?” He asks pumping in you in a concise rhythm. “That feel good? Am I doing it right?”
You softly moan, clenching around him as you absorb the soft, careful tone in his words. “Yes, Minnie, but deep for me, please. Do what feels natural. Use me like your toy.”
“O-okay.”
He takes your advice and down pushes in deeper, groaning at the sensation as he picks up the speed. “Fuck…”
“Shit, that’s unreal.” You whine, “Faster, Seok. I said to use me.”
He listens as he’s fucking you faster, harder. He clutches the flesh of your ass cheeks, spreading you open. Your body stiffens, hands over his knuckles as you follow him. “Yes, like that. Fuck.”
He’s barely comprehensible in his grunts, truly seeing you as a thing to fuck that he just knows will make him insufferable. “Your. Pussy’s. So. Good.”
“Yeah, you like that Minnie? You like splitting my raw pussy open with your fat fucking cock?”
He nods gingerly.“Yes. I. Do. Shit. Pussy’s. So. Wet. Good. Around. Cock.” He folds into you, pressing his chest against yours and kissing your lips to swallow your moans. “That. Feel. Good?”
“So good, baby. Give it to me more, baby.”
“More? More?”
He pounds you harder, biting your lips as his hand roams down to find your clit. You moan like a stupid slut at that but take a moment of bemusement to wonder where the hell that came from. “W-where? How?”
“Porn.”
He makes it so that you can move even an inch away from him, feeling your sweat mixes into each other until you don’t know where you start or he ends. He rubs your moisture around your clit while his thrusts remain an enigma, once so timid and careful, now leaving you breathless with every generous jerk every waking second.
Eager to experiment more, Seokmin pulls you up from the couch and pressed your chest against the cool wooden coffee table, pulling your ass in the air. His cock reenters you from behind, now the sound of your ass slapping against his lap is so delectably wet and delicious, that everything else feels numb.
You grip the edge of the table, legs elevated with curled toes. “Yes, fill me up please…you fuck me so fucking good…oh, Seokmin…a fucking natural…”
He finds your clit once more, going at it for what feels like forever, and enjoys you as if it's the last. He revels in your entirety contracting against him and he knows his patience can only take so much at this point.
“Seok, I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Just like that, please.”
He knows it's the beginning of the end the moment you open that dirty mouth of yours. He holds himself together, letting you come apart around him before he’s announcing he’s close with much trepidation. You nod back knowingly, a wide smile breaking out on your face. “Pull out, and put it in my mouth.”
He quickly obliges, seeing you getting on your knees and grasping at his shaft. You angle him at your lips, the slick force from your fingers milk every built-up tension from his cock and bursting it in your mouth in milky white. He memorializes how it hits your tongue, how big your smile is before you lick up every bit of it and suck his cock clean, and how much relief and pleasure he’s gotten from the whole ordeal. He’s overcome with a sense of gratitude.
“That was good. The student learns fast.”
“That was good,” he repeats.
“Amazing, actually.”
“Okay.” At this point, it was understandable to his brain had become mush, but he never knew it come to this extent.
You chuckle. “Your first time good?”
“Very.”
“Good, now I’m gonna teach you a little thing about aftercare. Lords knows how many guys go out fucking without knowing what is.”
Before you begin getting up he pushes you back down, a fierce look of determination from his eyes. “Can I eat you out first?”
Your eyes shoot open in pleasant surprise, quickly maneuvering yourself to sit back on the coffee table with spread legs. “Looks like someone’s been doing his homework.”
That night you learn he wasn’t only natural with his dick he was a natural with his mouth too. it helped to have his pretty nose.
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Not A Baby | lsm x reader
Rating: M (18+ MDNI) | WC: ~1.2k
Warnings: i wrote this in an hour long fever dream, restraining (seok holds readers wrists down to the bed, forgot to tag before my bad!), edging (not shown), dumbification, dacryphilia, kinda mean dom seokmin, possessive seokmin, unprotected sex, creampie, 3 words of breeding/impreg, no aftercare sowwy
Reader Notes: older than seokmin (not specified), has a vagina
“Want me to make you cum, baby? Think you’ve earned it yet?” Seokmin asks you, a sly smile stretching his lips as he takes in the way you writhe, the way you keen, the way you cry beneath him.
He’s been edging you for an hour now, pushing you close to breaking seven times, the first three on his tongue and the next four on his fingers (not that he’s counting). He wants to let you cum, he does, but you teased him just a bit too much, pushed him just a bit too far. He’s never had a problem with you being older than him, but when you called him your ‘sweet baby Seokmin’, he decided enough was enough.
So, here you are. Here being a whimpering, sopping wet mess on his bed, your hands stretched out above your head and held tightly in one of his and your thighs spread wide open. He’s got your cunt spread open too, four fingers filling you up and his thumb circling your clit just to torture you, just to make you whine.
He wants to fuck you, desperately, but he’s not sure you get it yet and he won’t give you his cock until he’s certain you do. There’s still an hour or two before you need to go to bed so you can get a good night’s sleep for work, and he’s willing to spend those hours making sure it’s not something you’ll forget.
“What am I, honey?” Seokmin asks, his expectant tone indicating you should know the answer, and he can see you trying to find two brain cells to rub together amidst the haze of incomplete ecstasy, almost feels bad for you, almost feels bad that it just makes him want to fuck you even more. Makes him want to make you cum until you don’t even have two brain cells, until you can’t speak, can't breathe, can't move, until you know nothing but his name. You seem to figure it out just as he starts curling his fingers in you again, ready to bring you up to the edge and then yank you back, replying, “Not a baby, you’re not a baby, Seokmin.”
“That’s right, honey, good job,” he responds, knowing full well the condescension is evident in his words and also knowing you’re too far gone to hear it, before rewarding you with his thumb pressed hard against your swollen, throbbing clit. “And what are you?”
You try to answer him but the pressure leaves you breathless, your lips parting only to suck in a gasp as he rubs one, two, three times.
“What are you, honey?” He insists, letting up on your clit long enough for you to gather what wits remain and answer him.
“I’m a baby, Seokmin, I’m your baby,” you weep, actual tears streaming down your face, and he coos, releasing your hands to swipe them away and suck his damp, salty fingers into his mouth before gathering up your wrists again. “Please let me cum, fuck me, use me, do whatever you want, just please please please, let me cum.”
You’ve never sounded like this before, so mindless, so needy, so perfect, and Seokmin can feel his cock get harder, feel it twitching in his boxers and leaking precum into the fabric.
He’s pretty sure you get it now, and you asked so nicely…
“Alright, baby, I’ll fuck you. I’ll give you what you need. Because only I can do that, right?” He asks as he shoves his boxers down and climbs fully on top of you, hauling your legs onto his shoulders one at a time, waiting for your nod and near-delirious “Yes!” to pull his fingers out and slide home.
You’re so fucking wet, wetter than you’ve ever been, your pussy locking down on his cock as soon as he bottoms out like you never want him to leave, like you want him to make a home inside of you and stay there.
He would, fuck, he would. He would do anything for you, be anything for you (except a baby), and he needs to know that you know that.
“Not goin’ anywhere, baby. Keep squeezing me, though, you know I fucking lo-love it,” he gasps, his own voice sounding suspiciously whine-like. Thankfully, you’re too fucked out to notice.
He pulls his hips back until just the tip remains inside you, despite the resistance of your walls and the anguished sob you let out, and slams back into you, leaning down so close you’re practically folded in half, so close he’s nose to nose with you. He stares into your dazed, teary eyes, watching as he fucks the brain out of you, fucks all the big words and sarcastic remarks and ability to do math right out of your pretty little head. It’s beautiful to see, you’re beautiful, and he loves you, he loves you so fucking much he almost doesn’t know what to do with it sometimes, doesn’t know how to go about his daily life when his heart feels fit to burst, when he’d crack his rib cage open and hand it over to you if you asked, all you’d have to do is ask and he’d-
“Fuck, Seok-Seokmin, I need, please, I need-,” you beg rapturously, your sensitive walls fluttering around his cock as you climb the hill one last time.
“I know what you need, baby, always know what you need, and I’ll always give it to you. You know that, right?” He presses his open mouth to yours, breathing his words onto your tongue and working a hand between your bodies to glide his fingers over your clit. You nod mindlessly as he fucks your cunt full and your head empty.
You clench around him, your walls massaging his dick and your whimpers echoing in his ears. He’s just as close as you, knows your release will bring his, knows all he needs to do is tell you-
“Cum, honey, cum on my cock. Show me you’re my baby,” he commands, his voice rough and coming from deep in his throat.
You listen, as always, clamping down on his cock like a vise and wailing through your orgasm. It’s heaven, you’re heaven, or as close as Seokmin will get before he actually dies, the wild pulse of your cunt around him sending him careening over the edge. His cum shoots into you, starts to gather in a ring around the base of his dick when it has nowhere to go but out, but he keeps bucking his hips, fucks his cum deeper and deeper inside until it stays. Until it sticks, an insidious voice whispers in the back of his mind.
He shakes his head, knowing that’s not even close to a possibility yet, and wills his cock to stop twitching at the thought. You’re more than enough anyway, the life he shares with you more than he ever thought to hope for, more than he ever thought he deserved. His eyes trace over your face, imprinting the image of you - blissed out, tears wetting your lashes, your perfect lips parted - onto his mind.
His sweet, little baby.
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Stray: Lee Dokyeom x Cat Hybrid!Reader
A/N: so there are a lot of hybrid AUs out there where the members are the hybrids but it got me thinking about dk with cat hybrid reader (i heard dk was allergic but dw i got it covered)
tw: 18+ because of eventual smut, swearing, hybrids are not treated well by society, a bit of trauma from reader being treated badly, reader doesn't have a home or food at the beginning, reader is extremely emotionally repressed whoops, mentions of death + starving, not really slow burn it's just long and has weird pacing because i refuse to cut out some bits, dk is a huge ball of sunshine, it starts off waffly but gets sm better i promise, cheating and breakup (not dk and reader),
wc: 11.7k (oops)
you'd had your dealings with humans, and most weren't pleasant
as a hybrid, you didn't fully belong with cats or humans
the latter often thought you were inferior, and treated you as much
you find your fully cat form is much more agreeable to your human form with ears - it feels less obvious that way, even though normal cats can smell that you're a hybrid
still, the world isn't kind, and you don't have a home
you'd stood up for yourself at your last job - a secretary in a huge office block - pointing out that you got a much lower salary than the comparable human employees, and had been promptly fired
briefly, a human couple had taken you in, but once they realised you were a hybrid, they kicked you out
which leaves you where you are now, wishing that you were just one or the other and not both
the winter is especially harsh this year, and your soft coat, matted from too many days on the streets, doesn't do much to keep out the cold
the wind is cutting, and you find yourself slinking through the back gardens of some low rise flats, wondering if anyone will spot you and think you're just a stray cat
you can't believe you're stooping this low, but you'd rather this than death by frostbite
like hell you're just going to give up now
it's not like you'd stay permanently without the home owners knowing you're a hybrid, anyway - you know how that ended last time
the muffled sound of laughter floats towards you, and you scale a fence, following the noises until you make your way into a rather overgrown garden
warm light spills through the glass doors, and you curl up on the patio, at the edge of the beam cast by the full kitchen
by full, you mean full
there must be over ten guys in there, all crammed shoulder to shoulder around the dining table, laughing raucously
they're all human, from what you can tell
you can feel a bit of the warmth seeping out from the miniature crack under the door, but before you dare inch forward, further into the light, one of them turns around
he's got a sweet face, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he laughs at one of his friend's jokes
the hackles on your back rise as you feel his gaze on you
you've learnt that when humans smile it doesn't always mean they're good people
retreating quickly, you find yourself thankful for the crowded garden, slinking behind a bush to get out of sight
you immediately feel the lack of warmth, the laughter more muffled from here
for some reason, an empty feeling wells up inside you, like you lost something
like you strayed from the path of your destiny
but deep inside you, the survival instincts tug you away from the warm kitchen and the warm smiles
those instincts haven't failed you yet, so why would they fail you now?
however, despite your so called survival instincts, you find yourself in the same garden a week later
again
you'd visited a few times, but they didn't really count, because all you did was peer furtively over the fence, ears swivelling vigilantly
you'd caught sight of the guy who spotted you before, peering outside and frowning
you assume he's the one who owns the bottom floor flat
you hope he was wondering if he should get his garden in order, because if he was, you whole heartedly agree - you almost poked yourself on the brambles a few times
right now, the Guy is washing up, his sleeves rolled up and his hair a bit of a mess, elbow deep in the soapy sink water
his glasses keep falling down his nose
the kitchen lights are on - it's almost dark, and the night's chill is creeping further into your bones
it's been so long since you've been inside that you find indoor lights kind of... mesmerising
it might seem strange, but you almost crave the fake yellow light the light bulbs give off
the Guy suddenly stops washing up and you almost fall off the back fence that you're perched on, thinking he's seen you
then he bobs his head in time to a beat you can't hear while busting out some quite respectable dance moves, and you realise he's just listening to music
it must be some pretty good music - now he's singing, and you can hear it faintly
wow, he's good
he also looks pretty engrossed
that's your queue; you jump down from the back fence, your paws pattering against the frosty patio as you approach
there's something that always draws you back here
and it's not just because of the warm air radiating from his badly insulated flat
still, you're wary - he might seem friendly, and you might feel a certain pull towards him, but that doesn't mean anything
lots of things have felt right that weren't
you're not making any mistakes this time
you're tired of being mistreated because you're a hybrid, and tired of being seen as a pet and not a person
never mind if this ends with the Guy feeding you caviar some cats could only dream of, if he looks at you funny, you're not going to even set foot in his mess of a garden again
with that thought, you curl up beside the glass door, happy to bask in the lingering warmth from the kitchen and enjoy the artificial light
turning your head, you peer at the Guy over the lip of the door
his shoulders are turned in your general direction, but he's looking studiously at the dishes in the sink, shimmying his shoulders and tapping his foot along to the rhythm of the music, so you decide to stay a little longer
that's when the grey clouds coalescing above you decide to start snowing
you feel the fur on your sides fluff up in response, and you wrap your tail around your paws, edging an inch closer to the door
the air is bitingly cold, and you wonder if you'll make it through the night if the snow settles
you haven't eaten a real meal in ages, and you're suddenly aware that it means your poor little cat body has even less insulation
you're certain that if you don't find shelter soon, tonight will be your last
but do you really want to seek help from some random human?
it's ended badly before, but you know it could have ended worse
you won't let that happen again
abruptly, you stand up, tail lashing in irritation at yourself - like hell you're going to come crawling into some human's home, ears pinned back like you need their help
it's not your fault you were born a fucking hybrid
you're halfway down the patio when a warm gust of air blasts down your spine
you wonder if hallucinating heat is an early symptom of hypothermia but continue resolutely making your way towards the back fence
'hey,'
you whip around, a snarl half forming on your face in shock, but it's just the Guy
he leans in the doorway, a smile on his face and his eyes sparkling
'you can come in, if you want.'
the warmth coming from inside his flat is absolute bliss
you're a metre away from the open door, but you can feel your bones defrosting, and you know however hard you try, you can't leave now
not now that he's offered
not when his kind smile triggers not zero, but minus one alarm bells in your head
you approach but hesitate, knowing you're being too quick to give in - he doesn't know you're a hybrid, and you don't know if he's secretly evil and plans to skin you as soon as you step through the door
just to be safe, you stop just out of kicking distance, staring up at him quizzically
surely, he wouldn't voluntarily let a hybrid into his house - you're much more expensive to look after than pets, because you'd basically be another human in the house who can't earn enough to pay bills
you're considering backing out, even with that delicious heat emnating from his kitchen, when he moves to the side so you have a clear path in
your eyes widen a little
you feel like he's being too nice
he laughs a little at your indecision, squatting down so he looks smaller and less intimidating
'come on. i know it must be way too cold out there. i'll let you out whenever you want to leave, if that's what you want.'
that's the final straw
you step over the threshold and bolt
you're not even sure where you're going, but you swerve away from a room where there are clothes strewn over a chair and the desk filled with clutter - that's definitely his bedroom
the only other room that isn't the bathroom or the kitchen is a dusty room full of cardboard boxes and a bed with no sheets on it
a guest room, you assume
flattening yourself against the floor, you crawl under the bed
quickly, you tuck yourself behind one of the boxes which had been artfully stuffed underneath the bed
once you're settled, it occurs to you that that was frankly rude of you
the Guy let you into his flat, and the first thing you do is sprint past him and invade his guest room
but then again, he probably thinks you're just some feral cat who he saved from becoming a feline icicle, so your behaviour would make sense
you tense when you hear footsteps pass the door, but he doesn't come in, just walks into what you assume is the bathroom
a few minutes later, you hear the shower turn on, and you relax a little more
maybe he'll let you be for now
curling your tail over your nose to stop yourself from snorting in the ridiculous amounts of dust under the bed, you wedge yourself further behind the box and close your eyes
it's amazingly warm in the Guy's flat, you'll give him that
warm enough that despite the hunger that's been gnawing at your stomach for the past week, you find yourself falling into a sleep deeper than you've been able to reach for ages
you'll get to sorting out the details of your little invasion of his flat in the morning
for now, you're happy to sleep
when you wake up, he's gone
understandably, though - he must work pretty hard to afford a nice-ish flat like this, and it is also twelve noon
unfortunately, he doesn't appear to have any cat flaps, so that means you'll have to momentarily shift into your very naked human form to let yourself out the back door
you wonder if you should check in his fridge if he's got anything to eat, but then you decide against it - he's already given you a place to stay for the night, no need to eat his food as well
ignoring the call of the fridge and the shower, you pad over to the back door, pausing when you see something propped against the glass
it's a little whiteboard, and as you approach, you make out the writing
it's got 'hi, i'm dokyeom, dk for short :D' written across the top, with a little flow chart beneath
it starts with two options: 'are you a hybrid' with a box for ticking under 'yes' and 'no'
under the option for 'no', it says 'i'll buy cat food' and under 'yes', it says 'there are spare clothes in the guest room and towels in the bathroom (both clean, don't worry), help yourself to anything in the fridge'
you sit down on your haunches, shocked
so he did consider that you could be a hybrid?
and he's alright with it?
plus, he managed to leave clothes in the room you were sleeping in, and you didn't wake up?
maybe your instincts aren't as good as you thought
or maybe your body thought you were safe last night - safe enough to not wake you up when the Guy (dokyeom, you've learnt from the mini whiteboard) came in
you cock your head, staring at the whiteboard for a few moments longer before making your decision
honestly, it's not hard to choose
you make your way to the bathroom, already eagerly anticipating a shower
sure enough, he's left a towel on the rail, and you're quick to hop into the shower, shifting into your human form and turning up the heat high
it's strange to be out of your cat form, your body suddenly seeming too large and ungainly, your senses immediately dulled
but in a way, it's also freeing - you haven't been able to be like this in ages, as clothes unfortunately don't shift with you from cat to human form
you feel more real this way
that's the problem: you can't exist as just one or another, both animal and human are part of your soul, your essence - you can't just pretend that one half of you doesn't exist
eventually, you drag yourself out of the shower
you're aware that he might have limited hot water, and what kind of guest would you be if you used it up before he even got a chance to get home?
wrapping the towel around you, you slip into the guest room to put on the clothes he'd left there
it's a pair of black tracksuit bottoms, a large white t-shirt and a grey hoodie, all obviously his
even in your human form, you can smell the mixed scents on his clothes
there's the fresh smell of clean laundry, a hint of aftershave, and his own unique scent: you can't quite put your finger on it, but it feels... cosy
it's a smell that's all over his house, actually
barefoot, you enter the kitchen again, scooping the whiteboard off the floor so you can write on it
you tick the box under 'yes'
underneath that, you write a quick note:
'thanks for letting me stay. i'll be out of your hair in no time, i just needed somewhere for the night. you're very kind, dk. thank you so much :))'
signing your name and setting the whiteboard down on the counter on the way to the fridge, you rummage around, wondering what you can cook
you're pleasantly surprised - the contents of his fridge aren't awful, and although they could be organised a little better, it's thankfully not full of expired ready meals or anything like that
feeling better than you've felt in ages, you wander around his kitchen until you find his rice cooker, and then you get cooking
you're absolutely ravenous, but you make sure to make enough for him too - he's been unnecessarily kind to you, this is the best you can do for him
you're just finished washing up your dishes when your instincts prickle
it's a sensation that happens a lot when you're in your human form - it means that your cat form would be picking up something that your human senses are too dull to detect
rushing back to the bedroom, you slip out of the clothes he laid out for you, hastily folding them before shifting back to your cat form
logically, you have no reason to fear
he's been nothing but kind to you, but he's still a human
and humans aren't always as nice as they seem
you feel so much more secure in your cat form - smaller, faster, better at avoiding sticky situations, better at surviving
your ears twitch as you hear a key scrape in the lock
that must be him - dk
you stand indecisively in the middle of the guest room, your claws sinking unconsciously into the carpet before you hastily retract them
by then, he's toed his shoes off and is in the kitchen
you hear a soft 'oh'
he's probably found the whiteboard on the counter, moved from where he left it, and the dinner you cooked for him
he calls your name then, and you almost jump out of your skin before you remember you wrote it on the whiteboard
feeling far too nervous, you trot out into the corridor, nudging the kitchen door open before entering
he's right there, leaning against the counter, his smiling eyes bright as he looks down at you
this is the first time you've really seen him, really realised you let your guard down and allowed some random guy to let you into his house
he looks absolutely huge
like, he could crush your cat form in his bare hands if he wanted to you, although you realise that's not that great of a feat considering your small stature
he would also tower over your human form, but then again, that's not much of an achievment
still, it makes you take a small step back
humans have unquestioned power over hybrids - you're pretty sure if he killed you right here and now, no one would know or care
and if someone did know, the case would be as likely to make it to court as you are likely to become a billionare next week
your hackles begin to rise, and you mentally run through your escape options
unfortunately, none avoid you shifting into your naked human form, even if it's just for a few seconds
you're beginning to panic
a lot
but then, he crouches down, just like last night
slowly, keeping his movements predictable, he reaches his hand out towards you
'i won't hurt you,'
you relax just a tiny bit, ears twitching, waiting to see what he'll say next
'promise.'
of their own accord, your hackles lower, and you find yourself inching towards his outstretched hand
'you don't have to leave, you know. it would be nice to have some company. plus, i don't want to make assumptions, but i'd rather not let you go if you have nowhere else to stay.'
part of your brain wonders why he's being so nice
the other part, the part that you've shoved down for so long, surfaces like a long lost ache, reminding you how lonely you are, reminding you how much you miss simple human interaction
dipping your head forward, you sniff at his broad palm, before lightly licking his fingertips
he chuckles, albeit a little nervously, as if he's scared you're going to bolt at any second (to be fair, if you were him, you wouldn't write off that option either)
his other hand comes up to rub behind your ears, and your eyes close at the feeling
the beginnings of a purr start to form in your chest, and you know that's when your fate is sealed
the permanence of that thought unsettles you
pulling away, you head towards the radiator, settling close to it, glad that your cat form means that you don't have to talk to him
he grins brightly at you, picking up the plate you left on the counter and putting it in the microwave for warming up
'thanks for the dinner, but you know you don't owe me anything, right?'
you blink up at him from your spot on the floor
he's literally the kindest human you've ever met
then again, you haven't met very many kind humans
that night you sleep curled up on the sofa - it's much more comfortable than wedged underneath a bed, and his cushions smell nice
in the morning, you hear dk get up, but he tip toes around quietly
cracking an eye open, you yawn, eyes blinking into focus as you watch him quickly scribble on the whiteboard, his brow furrowed in concentration
he glances your way, and for some reason, it shoots a bolt of panic through you, and you duck your head back down, closing your eyes
it's not that he's threatening - quite the opposite
it's just that you're not used to this; not used to being in such close proximity with another being for prolonged periods of time, not used to interaction with humans after avoiding them for your own sake for so long
you hear some shuffling, the sound of the fridge door, and then his footsteps approach
as he walks past, he brushes a hand lightly down the soft fur of your back, as if in greeting
you almost twitch at the feeling
you wonder how long it's been since you've let anyone come that close
not daring to move a hair, you wait until you hear him ease the front door shut
the second he's gone, you jump up, eager to see what he wrote on the whiteboard
it's on the counter, so you shift into your human form and put on some clothes - you're not sure what his rules about paws on tables are
there's a fresh t-shirt on the guest room bed, but you opt to wear the one you wore yesterday
a smile plays on your lips as you read what he wrote
it's a short but sweet message extolling the virtues of your cooking and telling you to help yourself to the fridge again, followed by a question asking if what food you would like and whether you prefer cat food
still grinning, you write your reply, explaining how you can eat both human and cat food and how you love tuna in either form, adding a short shopping list of ingredients and asking how his day was
once you're done, you decide to explore his flat properly
it consists of two bathrooms, two bedrooms, a tiny room with a washing machine and various bits and bobs crammed inside, and the kitchen which sort of melds with the living room (if you could call the couch and TV in one corner a living room)
you spend most of your time snooping around his bedroom, just to sate your curiosity
it's not neat, but it's not messy either, and the smell of him is strongest in there
you're sure his desk should be buckling under the combined weight of his pc and the impressive amount of paraphanalia that's collected upon it
it's not that it's dirty - it's actually pretty orderly, there's just... a lot of stuff
there's a mug full of pens which says 'dude kisser' on it (you're not going to question that one), a haphazard stack of books - the top one of which has a fuzzy bookmark sticking out, a pile of mismatching keycaps, a group photo of dk and twelve other guys with moustaches and other flattering things lovingly drawn on, and tons more stuff you couldn't explain even if you tried
the chair has a lot of clothes draped over it: nice, comfy clothes, like the ones he's lended you
you're tempted to explore further into his room, but you feel kind of rude so you scuttle back to the kitchen/living room to make the happy discovery that he owns a nintendo switch
that means he probably has some more complicated games lurking around but you're happy to settle with mario kart for now
it's not something you've played before, although you've heard some of your human ex-colleagues talking about it
by the time dk returns, though, you're a pro
well, maybe not a pro, but not inept, either
by then you've made dinner and left it out for him like yesterday - you feel kind of weird doing nothing but playing video games while he goes to work, and at least cooking for him makes you feel a little useful and not like some awful parasite taking advantage of him
he tells you about his day as he eats at the dinner table while you sit in cat form on the chair next to him
he smiles the whole time, and you find yourself relaxed and content, infected by his happy virus
once he's done with his debrief, he unthinkingly asks how your day was
you look at him and give him your best deadpan meow
he laughs and you find it a bit dazzling - he hands away smiles as if they're free, and honestly it kind of restores your faith in humanity
'what if you blink twice for yes and once for no? how about that?'
you blink twice at him
dk grins, his eyes lighting up; he's so excited you can almost imagine him clapping his hands and kicking his legs like an enthusiastic little kid
'do you like pineapple on pizza? is it wrong to wear socks and sandals? how about socks in bed? are tomatoes a fruit? is it right to have toilet paper over? or do you like it under?'
he bombards you with random yes or no questions, each one getting weirder than the last, but you find his delight in your answers is more than enough to let him continue
after about half an hour, he either runs out of questions or decides to spare you, asking instead whether you want to watch a movie
that's how you end up curled up on the sofa beside him
he'd insisted on a horror movie, even though you'd said no, very clearly blinking only once
you would leave but you think it's kind of entertaining how bad the makeup and plot are and how violent his reactions are (they consist of a lot of flailing and terrified squeaks)
despite your reluctance to watch a horror movie, he's actually more scared than you are
the poor thing is tense as anything, his mouth hanging half open as he stares wide eyed at the tv, transfixed
you're actually too busy watching him that when the jump scare pops up on screen, you jump about a foot high, landing hissing on his lap with your tail all fluffed up
your claws accidentally come out and prick him through his jeans and he yelps
'ouch - shit - ow - '
you hop off his lap and watch him dramatically curse and pretend to be wounded, both of you distracted from the movie now
eventually he calms down and goes back to watching, but not before he picks you up and plops you back on his lap, one hand anxiously smoothing down your back as you both wait for the next jump scare
after a while he goes so far as to pick you up and hold you to his chest, hiding his face in your fur every time the music warningly crescendos, whispering to you how utterly terrified he is
even still, his grip stays loose enough for you to move away at any time if you want
you'd think that after your previous experiences with humans, you'd hate him anywhere near you, but you don't
you don't mind it at all
it's kind of ridiculous actually, the way you feel safer than you have in months when he clutches you to him while watching a literal horror movie
you don't think much of it though
he's just a guy who's letting you stay for a bit
you don't plan to stick around
a week later, you find yourself writing an apology on the whiteboard that you'd been putting off since watching the movie
dk is welcoming and warm and friendly but you're sure he must be wondering why you haven't shifted into your human form yet
sometimes, you wonder that yourself - there's something in his eyes that instantly puts you at ease
the day before yesterday, you'd planned it, changing into your clothes - his clothes, and sitting on the sofa, ready to greet him, but the moment you heard his footsteps up to the front door, you just couldn't
your cat form still feels so much safer, even though you have nothing to fear
well, apart from all the explaining you'd have to do once you shift into a form with a tongue that can talk
you don't want to see the pity that would spring into his eyes, or worse, disgust
you're scared of the change it will bring
you're scared to let your walls down
you're scared to bare the soft, vulnerable part of your heart
clenching your teeth, you force yourself to relax, the marker in your hand shaking from how hard your fingers had been clenching around it
you lean against the counter for a while, writing messages then rubbing them out, needing to tell him why but also terrified of what he'll say
solitude has been your only companion for so long, you find that you don't have the words to express what you feel
you don't know how to tell him how you hadn't realised how lonely you were until he let you in
you don't know how to articulate the warm feeling inside you when he smiles at you, as if he doesn't care whether you're a human or a hybrid - because he doesn't
you don't know how to say how eternally grateful you are to him for finding something soft and gentle and innocent within you that you thought you lost years ago
in the end, you decide to keep it short, an apology that feels more like an excuse, but it's the best you can give him
sure, you don't plan to stay here with him forever, but you owe it to him anyway
your restless for the remainder of the day, pacing around the flat and the garden for a little too, tail lashing agitatedly
you've almost convinced yourself to go and rub out your message completely when you hear the front door open and dk comes in, calling out that he's home
peeking around the corner, you see him down the hallway but he doesn't spot you
he's got a strange look on his face, one you can't decipher yet, and there's a flowery scent on him that you've smelled only one time before
you wait just out of sight, not wanting to see his face as he reads
slowly, you venture out, feeling far more nervous than you should be
he sits down on the floor opposite you as soon as he spots you, signalling for you to do the same by patting the spot in front of him
you sink down on your haunches and curl your tail over your feet, nerves a tight ball in your chest
'you don't have to shift if you don't want to.'
the words immediately give you space to breathe, and you feel kind of silly for being so worked up about it all day
'i know hybrids aren't treated well at all, and i'm okay with whatever form you feel most comfortable in, you know? you can shift when you're ready, and whether that's tomorrow or in a decade or never, that's fine. you don't owe me anything.'
your chest feels tight at the earnesty of his words, and you know that if you were in your human form right now, tears would be welling up in your eyes
getting up, you close the gap between the two of you and rest your shoulder against his knee, needing to show your gratitude, needing to be closer to him
he rests his wide palm on your back, a silent assurance
'it's nice to have you here. i used to share with a bunch of my friends - the ones coming over tonight that i told you about this morning, actually - and sometimes it gets lonely in a flat all by myself. i like talking with you.'
you meow, nuzzling against his other hand as he lifts it to stroke the silky spot between your ears
it's amazing, how simple his words are but how he can use them so well, articulating how he feels so boldly
he smiles down at you and you look back up at him, leaning against his hand before he gets up, groaning and cracking his back
his friends will be here soon
he'd warned you this morning, informing you they were noisy but harmless and that if you didn't want to see them, you could hole up in the guest room
they're the first people he's had over since your first night in his flat, and you feel kind of nervous about so many humans, but dk will be there, and you're determined to at least attempt to meet them
anyways, if they're all anywhere close to him, you'll have no problems
still, you stay in the guest room, ears twitching with each arrival
they laugh and chat, their voices carrying through the flat as they jokingly rib each other
occasionally, they have a little karaoke break where they all stop talking to sing along to the song playing on dk's speaker
then there'll be peals of laughter that follow, usually after an exaggerated falsetto note or a scuffling noise which you assume is dancing
it's after their laughter dies down a little when you finally whip up the courage to approach
poking your head into the kitchen, you peer in
there's twelve of them, not including dk, all sitting around the dining table, an array of soju bottles and mainly empty takeaway boxes arranged around them
you're pretty sure they're the same group that you saw the first time you found yourself in dk's garden
one of them spots you in the doorway, and he grins, leaning with his elbows on his knees and opening his palms to you
cautiously, you trot over to him, and he scoops you up, tickling your chin
one of dk's friends across the table gapes at you - he's a bit more drunk than the others (or he holds his liquor less well), and the guy you're sitting on chuckles at his expression
'dk, you got a cat?'
that's the drunk one speaking, his speech a little slurred as his eyes well up with tears
he's a sad drunk, it seems
'dk, you're a dad - '
dk scratches the back of his neck, watching his friend sniffle
'well, hoshi, not a dad, but - '
the guy still holding you adjusts you in his grasp, letting you catch the thoughtful frown on his face
'why didn't you tell us? i thought you were al - '
he's cut off by a sassy looking guy
'jun, just because you want to have a baby shower for a cat doesn't mean all the rest of us do.'
this causes absolute chaos, and the one holding you - jun - lets you down on the floor so he can stand up in order to argue with the sassy guy about the benefits of cat baby shower
navigating your way through the mess of legs under the table, you make your way over to dk
he grins and rubs the spot behind your ears, and you lick his palm before someone grabs you around the middle and cuddles you
you hear dk telling the boys to be careful and it warms your heart a little that he's still looking out for you
he doesn't need to be worried, though
dk's friends are as sweet as he is
you sit with the boys for the rest of the evening
they all leave eventually, trickling out in ones and twos
the last one left is the one they call cheol - he seems to be the protector of the group, and he makes sure dk is alright and helps him clear up a little before he leaves too
once he's out of the door, dk crouches down in front of you
'you okay?'
you blink twice and he grins
'they can be pretty overwhelming and noisy at first, but they're my best friends.'
there's pride shining in his eyes, and you can't help but agree with him - despite their banter, you could tell that they care so much for each other, and for him
'i didn't know whether you wanted them to know you were a hybrid or not, i hope you don't mind that,'
you blink twice again, meowing and padding forward to rub against his shins
you're not quite sure what makes you do that, what primal part of you tells you to put your scent on him, but he chuckles, smile as bright as the sun as always
he scratches at the spot behind your ear and you purr, leaning your head into his touch
'oh - '
you look up, the wonder on his face making it seem like he just made you sprout wings and flash neon
it's cute that he's so proud that he's made you purr
it's been a few months since you first started staying with dk, long enough for the two of you to have a little routine
you cook and clean and generally try to make yourself as helpful as you can around his house while he's at work
he'll write a message for you on the whiteboard every morning, and you'll write your reply during the day
you always come out to greet him at the front door, no matter what
then he'll eat the dinner you made and answer your whiteboard message
from then on, you'll watch a movie with him or just chat
your communication has become easier - sometimes, he'll get his laptop out and you'll type what you're saying, but recently he's gotten scarily good at reading your body language
and no, you still have not worked up the courage to shift into human form yet
you're studiously ignoring the fact that the longer you leave it, the harder it gets
you're also ignoring your previously stated intentions of not staying
you know that this can't go on forever, and even if dk can understand you to an extent, that's not enough and you cost him extra water bills and food
you know he's too kind to bring it up but it eats away at you inside
you're happy to remain blind to the fact that you can't have a proper conversation with him until you shift into human form for now
you tell yourself that you'll deal with it later, whenever later is
another thing that you refuse to acknowledge is your feelings
your fear that you won't be good enough if or when you show him your human form, your fear that you're a dead weight, and worst of all, the growing realisation that he's stupidly fucking handsome
you'd realised but you hadn't realised until one day, after he got back from the gym
his skin had been covered in a light sheen of sweat, and he told you he was going to shower before eating
you'd kind of just blinked at him, too entranced by the amount of skin his tank top was showing
like, what does this guy not have?
he took a little longer than normal in the shower - you heard him absolutely belting out the lyrics to some ballad you'd never heard before, so you trotted down the hallway to listen more closely
and then the door to the bathroom popped open, along with a billow of steam and a delicious lee dokyeom
there was a towel around his hips, low enough to make your stomach twist, and the water rolled down the planes of his chest in a way that made you want to shift into your human form right then and there, just to wrestle that towel off him and kiss him until you ran out of breath
instead, you yowled and jumped about a foot in the air
he just laughed, running a hand through his wet hair to push it out of his eyes before crouching down, telling you he didn't mean to scare you
you meowed and kept your eyes on his face, not on the gap that had opened in the towel due to his bent knees, and definitely not on the wonderful sliver of tanned thigh that showed
the image of dk, damp and glorious under the tinny light of his bathroom, cloaked in steam, often circles around your mind to this day
and it's not just that either - he's also funny and kind and sweet and you feel yourself drowning in his eyes when you look at him too long
just as a reminder: cats do not like water
let alone drowning
the sound of footsteps on the pavement outside dk's front door shake you from your thoughts
there's clearly two people, and you hear dk's voice as the key scrapes in the lock
he's speaking in a tone you've never heard before, low and emotionally charged, like he's angry
you peek into the hallway as the front door opens
dk steps in, followed by a girl you've never seen before, but her scent matches that flowery scent you've smelt on dk a few times before
something sinks inside you
you didn't think he had a girlfriend, which now, in hindsight, seems like a really, really stupid assumption
he's handsome and kind and considerate with a smile brighter than the sun
but then you notice something else - the obvious frown on dk's face
there's a sort of tension in the air, crackling and heavy, like a storm's brewing and there are dark clouds swarming above
she ignores it, instead spotting you and immediately crouching and patting her thighs to try and entice you over as dk shucks off his shoes, face like thunder
she says something to him in an airy voice about him not telling her he had a cat
he shrugs, not mentioning that you're a hybrid and staying silent, which kind of alarms you, because the dk you know is friendly, warm - even when he's angry, it's always firey, nothing like the frigid detachedness in his eyes right now
cautiously, you approach, not really sure what to expect - you're sure she's his girlfriend; now you think about it, you did hear dk's friends discuss it briefly, you just didn't understand at the time
she reaches out to stroke your back, but it brings the cuff of her oversized leather coat near your face
you get a smothering whiff of heavy, masculine cologne that you know is not hers and is definitely not dk's
there's no hint of aftershave, no smell of fresh laundry, and not even a trace of that scent on him that makes you feel warm and comfy
and if this isn't her coat, and it's not dk's, then who's is it?
cheater
hissing, you recoil, your hackles up as you swipe at her hand with your claws out before she can lay a finger on you
you're kind of taken aback by the violence of your own reaction - the tension in the air must be getting to you, too
'oh. it doesn't like me much, you're sure it's not one of those hybrids, right?'
dk's frown deepens into a scowl you've never even seen a hint of on his face, his eyes flashing, filled with something absolutely livid
'let's talk in the kitchen.'
he doesn't even look at her when he says it, and as he turns to go, you can see how hard he's clenching his jaw
you head to the guest room to give them privacy while dk's girlfriend slinks after him
even across the apartment, you can hear too well
it's partly your enhanced cat hearing and partly that new timbre in dk's voice - he's not yelling, nowhere close, but his words carry through the walls
it's the angriest you've ever heard him
you've seen him angry before; frustrated, annoyed, down right incensed, but it always passes quickly, the sun breaking through the clouds with ease - dk doesn't hold grudges
you catch 'cheating' from his sentence, and then suddenly, his girlfriend raises her voice, like she's the one who should be angry, screaming that she doesn't get why he's so worked up over this
that's the exact moment where you want to march into the kitchen and fucking injure her, somehow
punching her in human form would be preferable but you'd be down to claw her eyes out in cat form too
who is she, to cheat on dk, the kindest man alive, then tell him it's nothing? tell him she doesn't know why he's worried?
she doesn't know what she's taking for granted, and she's a fool for that
plus, from what you can hear, he's being half as angry as he really deserves to be, anyway
you sit there in a tense, seething ball of rage, protective and furious on dk's behalf until he puts his foot down
his voice is quieter, more subdued, but he's moved to the kitchen door and you hear him clearly
'get out.'
mentally, you pump your fist in triumph - he should have kicked her out the moment she had the audacity to tell him he shouldn't be getting so worked up about her cheating
in fact, he should have never have let her in in the first place
you hear her screech something over her shoulder about breaking up, as if that wasn't already obvious
honestly, you're kind of embarrassed on her behalf
she should be winning awards for how far her head is up her own ass
dk shuts the door behind her
he doesn't even slam it, just eases it closed like he always does and plods to his room
you hear the rustle of the blankets as he slumps down on the bed, hear the shaky sigh he lets out, and then the heavy silence
you get up and go to his room - the door is ajar, so you peek in
you don't go in; he has every reason to want to be alone, so you hover in the doorway
he lifts his head up and gives you a valiant smile
he looks exhausted
you hop up onto the bed and wait, not wanting to crowd him if he doesn't want contact, but he picks you up and sets you on his chest
you can tell he's fighting with his words as he formulates something to say to you
he stares up at the ceiling, avoiding your eyes until he covers his own with his arm, hiding the upper half of his face in the crook of his elbow
'i found out she was cheating this morning, but i'd suspected it for a while before. i wanted to talk it through with her, give her a chance, you know?'
he squirms and you realise your claws are coming out and poking his chest so you withdraw them and attempt to relax
'she told me i was overreacting, and... yeah. i guess i should have listened to my mum. she's always right.'
he laughs, but it's a loose, raw sound that echoes weakly around the room, and he still won't look at you or uncover his eyes
there's a moment of silence, thick and suffocating with heartache
a sob wrenches from his chest
it's a sharp, painful sound, like he's been holding it in for hours
the floodgates open
dk covers his face with trembling hands, tears leaking out from under his palms
you never thought seeing someone else cry would hurt this much
nudging his hand with your nose, you let him hold you close, rubbing your cheek against his and gently lapping the tears off his face, even as they soak your fur
you feel helpless, like the pieces of his heart are in your hands and you don't know how to fit them back together
he just clings to you, eyes tight shut as his sobs begin to subside
you stay there with him, wishing you could do more as he hides his face in your fur and hugs you close to him
you don't know what that girl was thinking when she decided to cheat on dk
actually, she probably wasn't thinking at all
you kind of want to tell him he's too kind and trusting for his own good, but you know that even if dk was capable of not being like that, he would choose to be the way he is
his hand strokes down your back, and you watch him from where you rest your head on his collarbone
he's staring at the ceiling, and although his eyes are red and a bit puffy and he's sniffling, his crying has subsided a little
dk props himself up on his elbows and gives you a sad smile
'sorry about that. and thanks, too, i - i needed that.'
you huff, tail flicking and smacking against his abdomen - as if he needs to be sorry
nuzzling into the hand he brings up to rub your head, you lick his palm, nudging it with your nose
then you hop off the bed and wait for him to follow you into the kitchen so he eats his dinner
you don't take your eyes off him, not even when he goes to sleep
you curl up in the corner, happy to sleep on the carpet, but he pats the mattress next to him and you can't refuse
it's nice, to sleep beside dk, his body warm and near as he reaches across the bed to run his hand down the fur of your spine and beckon you closer
over the next months, you watch dk heal
you help him heal, too
at least, you hope you do
you make sure to stick close to him
you've slept curled up at the foot of his bed every night since the day of the break up
he calls his mum the day after, and a few of his friends too
he stays strong and determinedly brave in front of the boys, not shedding a tear, but he cries on the phone to his mum
he also cries over a few emotionally fraught kdramas during the first week before you sit on the remote and refuse to move until he chooses another genre
truth be told, you were getting kind of sick of the same plot with different characters, and the pile of tissues on the coffee table in front of the sofa was growing frighteningly large
exactly a month has passed since the break up when, over his dinner, dk announces to you that he's finally installing cat flaps for you
he also mentions that he wants to introduce you to his friends properly, as who you are
the latter comment kind of makes you nervous
his friends are some of the most welcoming, commendable men you've ever interacted with, but a niggling part of your brain wonders if they'll be more sceptical than dk
what if they tell him you're taking advantage of him?
or that you're just a hybrid and don't deserve the kindness he's giving you?
because after all these months with dk, you realised you're not just staying for the roof over your head or the warm meals
you're staying because of dk
you care about him
a lot
not just because you're sort of a little bit hopelessly in love with him, but also because he's kind of... your best friend
he's so sweet and silly and and considerate and funny it makes you want to punch a wall sometimes
you'd protect him with your life
you don't really know how to say it to him, though
there's nothing more you can do in the house, and the words don't seem right on the whiteboard
you wait out the hours until he gets back from work, doing chores around the house or out exploring the neighbourhood through the newly installed cat flap in the back door
or singing in the shower, like you are now
dk's bathroom has very good acoustics
it means you can belt your heart out, happily knowing that dk won't be home for another few hours
you're singing one of the songs dk's friends had been singing the other night
it's kind of sad but also kind of a hoe anthem and the chorus has something about not understanding something - you don't remember the rest of the lyrics
it has a good tune, though, and your own singing combined with the splashing of the shower seals you off from the outside world
which means that when dk gets home early, you don't hear
originally, the only explanation for a female voice coming from his bathroom that he can think of is his ex, but that's dumb because she never had a key in the first place
also, her voice can't even compare to yours
because it is you, he realises
it's you in the shower right now, oblivious to the fact he's home early and is hearing your voice for the first time ever
a little bolt of nervous energy shoots through him, and he panics
what's he supposed to do? should he shout that he's home?
he decides he doesn't want to scare you just in case you panic, so he approaches slowly, hoping to knock on the door and let you know
he soaks up the sound of your voice, a smile playing on his lips, because of course you sound amazing
he's about to knock on the door when the handle turns
wait is all he gets out before suddenly, there you are, right in front of him, wrapped in a towel, cat ears peaking out from your hair that's dripping onto the tiled floor
his brain freezes
shit, you're pretty
you gape at dk
you didn't even hear him come in, let alone him walking down the hallway
this is probably karma from that one time you saw him fresh out of the shower
you'd known that it was inevitable for him to see you in human form at some point, whether it was intentional or not
you just didn't expect it to be so soon, and definitely not like this
oh no
he didn't hear your singing, did he?
instinctively, your hand comes up to make sure the towel around your chest is secure
you're seconds away from shifting and running, but you're rooted to the spot, paralysed by his eyes on you
he blinks a little, as if he's coming to his senses
'...hey,'
that's all he says, his voice soft and wondrous, his eyes sparkling the way they always do, sweet and inviting as the smile pulling at his lips
'hi,'
unfortunately for you, it comes out half strangled and breathy, but a grin immediately appears on his face, his eyes scrunching with happiness
he hasn't looked away once, gaze roving over your face as if he's committing you to memory, and you feel a hot blush begin to creep over you
'i, uh, let me go change.'
you scurry back into the bathroom, almost tripping over the bathmat as you shuck on a shirt and trousers, small tremors going through your hands
you tell yourself it's fine
because it is fine - you're not scared of dk, you trust him, it' just... you should have shifted for him ages ago
placing your hand on the door handle, you take a deep breath
turning back to the mirror, you hastily fix your hair before biting the bullet and opening the door
dk waits outside, leaning against the wall, still smiling
when you peek out, half hiding behind the door, his grin widens, and he opens his arms
you barely need to think, your body just moves, and then he's got you tight in his embrace, your nose pressed into his chest: just like that, any semblance of unease or self consciousness you were feeling evaporates like the space between you
slowly, you breathe in, then out
he smells like he always does - laundry, aftershave, and the scent that you've begun to associate with home
you sigh, resting your forehead on his chest so you don't have to look at him when you speak
'well, that wasn't so hard for me, was it?'
he laughs, eyes dancing, and with that, everything is back to normal
it doesn't matter which form you're in, it's still dk, and it's still you
you talk to him for ages - first over dinner, and then the two of you move to the couch, losing track of time as you fill him in, answering every question he fires your way
his sincerity makes your heart flutter: he clings onto your every word as if it's precious
in the end, you wind up telling him how you got to the situation you were in before
you lay yourself bare, letting your walls down for him to see the scars on your soul
you're not sure when the tears pricking at your eyes spill over, but dk wipes them away gently, spreading his arms for the second time tonight, letting you soak the front of his hoodie with your tears
he tucks your head against his shoulder, his hand rubbing up and down your back the way he always does
his heartbeat is comforting under your ear
you fall asleep like that, held safely in dk's embrace
things continue as normal, even with your human form revealed
you realise how stupid you were for worrying so much about things changing when you shifted into your human form
you talked to dk about how you feel like a burden, how although he doesn't mind, you don't like relying on him to pay the bills, and how you want to get a job
he reassured you that it was fine but after seeing the look of determination on your face, he realised there was no point in opposing you
so he pulls some strings (more like cheol pulls some strings) to get you a part time job in the local library
it's just three days a week, but the important thing is that you get paid and treated the same as any human would
your boss is a little old lady with very thick reading glasses
she bakes you cakes sometimes, and once she's fed you a slice or two, she forces you to take the rest home
it's not anything like your old job, but neither would you want it to be
it doesn't pay your bills either, but it's a happy compromise
dk claims that coming home every day to a meal that you cooked is worth the money of those bills a hundred times over, anyway
you also officially meet his friends
they're sweet, a bit noisy and chaotic at first, but they make sure to keep you included in the conversation despite all the private jokes that they seem to have
they act a bit like a huge family unit (they bicker like brothers)
despite their closeness with each other, it doesn't push you away
they didn't even care that you were a hybrid
you caught a knowing look pass between the one called joshua and the one called jeonghan when dk introduced you, but you're not really sure what it could have been about
you were probably just imagining it, to be honest
anyways, aside from occasionally attending their boys nights (on demand, they always clamour for you to join them), the little routine you and dk made is still very much the same
you still cook for him, except now you wait and eat dinner with him
there's never a dull moment with dk, and he makes you laugh until you can't breathe
he's made it his personal goal over dinner to make you laugh so hard you snort food up your nose again
you talk about everything and anything to him
he'll tell you about a funny thing at work and you'll tell him about a customer at the library and somehow that will bring you to a debate on hogwarts houses
today he sits across from you, the food on his plate already all long gone and eaten while you're just finishing up with yours
'you know, i'm allergic to cats.'
you gape
because he's what now?
'you're what now?'
'well, not to you, i guess. maybe you're hypoallergenic?'
now you think of it, you do remember one of his friends almost saying something about that the first time you ever saw them
it might have been jun, you can't quite remember
'you know, when you first sat next to me on the sofa, i was panicking because i didn't know what to do with cats.'
you snort
you address him as you get up, dumping your plate in the sink before proceeding to dive onto the sofa
'you didn't know what to do with cats? you just stroke us, dk.'
he follows suit, and you're propelled upwards due to the force that he lands on the sofa cushions with
'yeah, but it's different from how you stroke dogs. it doesn't matter, anyways, because i still got you to purr.'
he crosses his arms and smiles smugly
you throw back your head and laugh, realising why he looked so proud when he found the spot behind your ear
actually, you laugh so hard your stomach hurts, and it's only egged on by the small indignant noise that leaves him at your reaction
eventually, you need to catch your breath, and as you wipe the tears from your eyes, you glance over at dk
your heart lurches
he's staring
there's this look on his face, in his eyes, that burns
his lips are slightly parted, and suddenly the air between the two of you is charged in a way that makes your heartbeat pound loud in your ears
his gaze flicks down from your eyes, down to your mouth, then back up, and all of a sudden, you can't breathe
you can't even think as he leans closer, his breath ghosting over your lips
your head spins, fear and elation fighting for control
is he... is he going to kiss you?
his hand comes up to cup your cheek, his slender fingers warm and so undoubtedly right
like it's meant to be
'can i kiss you?'
his words come out so softly that you could almost believe you imagined them, if not for that look in his eyes
it's deep and immense, full of want, full of longing
it sweeps you up in its arms, promising you the love you only dare to dream of
it's beautiful
it's everything
also, it's fucking terrifying
panic grips your swelling heart and crushes it
he can't want you, he shouldn't - you're a hybrid, he's a human, it will never work, you'll just get hurt when he realises you're not good enough, when he realises how much harder it is to be associated with your kind, you can't disappoint him -
leaping off the sofa, you shift into cat form and sprint for the back door
you shoot right through the cat flap and run, legging it to the end of the garden and launching yourself over the fence
despite your speed, you still spare dk a backward glance
he sits, frozen on the sofa, his head turned towards you, eyes wide and bewildered
they're brimming with regret and what you'd like to imagine is sorrow
you never thought the ache of yearning in your chest would be returned, so you let it carve out a space for him in your heart
you didn't think he'd try to fill it, you didn't think he'd be dumb enough to want a hybrid like you
that night, you try to leave
you try to walk down the road, away from dk's house, away from dk and his comforting scent and warm hands
you can't
your soul seems tethered to his, and you can't bring yourself to cut the strings
you spend the night sitting in the garden next to his, tail curled around your paws, bathed in the glow of his kitchen lights that don't turn off until around three am in the morning
you shiver in the dark, fighting with yourself until you decide to go back, to talk it out with him because that's what he deserves
you hate to slink back to him after being such a coward, but you need him to know that you do want him, that if you were a human, if you were good enough for him, you would have kissed him in a heartbeat
quietly, you slip through the cat flap make your way into the guest room
it's changed so much since the first night you spent in it - dk moved most of the boxes out of it, making it your room, even though you sleep in his most of the time
there's a selfie of you and dk, wrapped up in blankets for movie night, and a group photo of you and the boys halfway through the most chaotic game of cards you've ever participated in
you're determined not to lose this, lose them
you're determined not to fuck this up more than you already have
quickly, you shift and change into your clothes, just to stand in the middle of the room, not entirely sure what to do with yourself
you remain there, silently fretting, until there's a soft tap on the door
your breath catches in your throat but you manage to wheeze out a somewhat convincing 'come in'
dk peeks in and leaves the door open - you're aware that he's left it that way to give you a clear escape route
he chews on his lip, running a hand through his hair, and you notice that he looks tired, as if he hasn't slept all night
'i heard you come in, and i just wanted to say that i... i'm sorry. i didn't mean to overstep the boundaries. i just - you're... i'm sorry i messed up. asking to, um, you know, wasn't a good idea on my part, i don't - i didn't know what i was doing, i kind of just...'
he sighs, looking at you sheepishly once he realises he was rambling
'please don't go?'
that's the moment you give in
you let go of it, of everything, and let yourself fly into freefall
stepping forward, you hook an arm around his neck, sinking your other hand into his hair, bringing his face down to yours to fit your lips to his
he makes a soft, awed noise, his fingers curling around your waist to press you closer to him
he tastes divine, like heaven, like the best kind of destiny
the feel of his lips against yours becomes everything you'll ever need
hesitantly, you begin to pull away, words already forming on your tongue, but then he darts forward to steal another sweet, sweet kiss from you, and then you're drowning in him again
he tangles his hands in your hair, his fingertips brushing over your ears, tracing their shape as if to show you that he doesn't care what you are
when he eventually breaks the kiss off, he presses a finger to your lips before you can draw a breath
'don't tell me i don't know what i'm getting into. i thought i lost you, i thought you were leaving, and i couldn't... please, just let me love you.'
he immediately cringes at his own words, and you let your head fall forward until your forehead rests against his chest, huffing out a laugh
'i'm sorry i freaked out before, i - i got scared. then i didn't know what to do so i just kind of ran. i didn't mean to scare you.'
he pouts cutely, in a way that makes you want to poke his cheeks
'well, you did. i - '
you cut him off with a kiss, just to taste him again if not to shut him up
his hands find your hips, drawing you closer to him
'i think i love you.'
the confession slips out of you, mumbled onto his lips before you can stop it, but all he does is smile into the kiss
'i think i love you too.'
when the boys find out, they tease dk mercilessly while somehow also hyping him up
seungcheol, jeonghan and hoshi all claim to have known about it from the start, although everyone knows hoshi is just saying that
jeonghan purposefully sits next to you just to quietly tell you about how he managed to get dk drunk enough one time for him to confess that he was in love with a cat
dk gets pouty about it later, so you kiss his face all over until he smiles again
in fact, he pretends to sulk a lot to get kisses from you
sometimes, you'll catch him just staring at you with a huge grin on his face
he makes a point to hold your hand in public, telling you that he's proud of having you
his sweet words make it easy for you to brush off the stares of the people on the bus, easy for you to ignore the way they whisper
sometimes dk kisses you and loudly calls you disgustingly sappy pet names in front of them, just out of spite
you realise now that they don't really bother you, not when dk doesn't care about them and not when he loves you the way he does - unconditionally
he shows it in the way he hangs onto your every word, in the way he cooks your favourite dishes for you, in the way he holds you, in the way he kisses you as if you're the most precious thing in the universe
you take every opportunity to show him how much you love him, too
hence why you're up early, cooking breakfast for dk
it's a saturday, and the sun leaking through the curtains woke you, even though it didn't even affect dk - he remained snoring beside you, his legs tangled with yours and his arms locked around your waist
you'd eased your way out of his grip and replaced yourself with a pillow, pressing a light kiss onto his forehead before shifting into your human form and pulling one of his t-shirts over your head
most nights, you sleep in your human form, but he'd been hogging the blankets so you'd shifted into your cat form in a desperate effort to make it easier for you to squirm into his blanket burrito
'what're you smiling about, huh?'
you almost drop the pancake you were transferring to a plate already heaped high and steaming with others
his arms wrap around your waist, and you sigh as he kisses your neck
'actually, i was thinking about how rude it was of you to steal the blankets last night, you sneaky little bastard.'
'hmm, my bad.'
he nips at your neck before his tongue flicks out to brush over the same spot
his hands wrap around your hips, and you sigh noncommittally as he sneaks his fingers under the hem of your - his - t-shirt
'babe, the pancakes will get cold - '
'don't care.'
you don't even try to shake him off as he continues to kiss at your neck from behind, nudging the collar of your shirt to the side so he can suck a hickey onto your shoulder
the air of the kitchen is cold on your bare legs, but he's nice and warm and solid, and you lean back into him, eyes closing as he laves his tongue over your skin
a low purr emnates from deep in your chest, and you feel him pause at your back
'that's never happened before,'
'and?'
'it was kind of hot.'
you huff out a laugh, but it's cut off as he spins you around, gripping your chin so he can kiss you
dk kisses you passionately, like he woke up with the one desire to taste every inch of your mouth, his teeth grazing dizzyingly over your lower lip
he grins against you when you moan at the feel of his tongue against yours
hooking your arms over his shoulders, you draw him closer
picking you up, he deposits you on the island, not breaking the kiss
he slots himself between your legs, his fingers skimming over the tops of your thighs, pushing the hem of your shirt a little higher
hooking an ankle around his hip, you nestle your heel in the small of his back, nudging him closer
something in your stomach pulls wonderfully tight when you feel the grind of his hardening cock against your clothed cunt
he chuckles at the involuntary noise that leaves you, one of his hands coming up to cup your breasts as he leans down, palms dragging down the length of your thighs as he hooks them over his shoulders
he helps you shimmy out of your underwear, chucking them carelessly over his shoulder
and then, just like that, he's got his mouth between your legs, spreading your pussy with his fingers, his eyes disarmingly guileless
his tongue is divinely velvet as he sweeps it through your folds
he tastes you as if your essence is the nectar of the gods, teasing the pleasure out of your body, holding your trembling thighs up with his big hands
as you come, convulsing around his tongue, he looks up at you with stars in his eyes, as if you're a goddess
it's ridiculous, the way he can make your heart flutter while fucking eating you out like a man starved
he straightens, kisses you with honey drenched lips that bear a virtuous smile, and lifts you up in his arms so he can make love to you on the sofa
he makes your eyes roll, makes your toes curl, makes you cry his name, sets you alight with his touch
and when he sends you over the edge, coming with you, when he scoops you up in his arms, sets you on the bathroom sink to clean you up, when he kisses you in the shower, you know one thing
you are willingly trapped in his gravity; you orbit him as if he is the star at the centre of the universe, yet somehow he looks at you with a light in his eyes, like you are the sun, the warmth on his skin, the reason for life
you love this man, irrevocably so, and somehow, miraculously, he loves you back
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“s’okay.. you should know all this princess” mingyu consoles you as tears cuild up and up and blur your vision. his hard cock in you and fingers barely touching your bare clit under your skirt. “whats this one?” dk asks while flexing his arm, “deltoid, t-tricep.. biceps” you hiccup, tears ruining the biology book under you. dk goes lower flexing his torso, “pecs.. abs.. o-obliques” you mumble, “princess yer doing so good.. so tight- fuck” mingyu comments.. and dk goes even lower before they bend you over the table more with his dokyeoms dick stuffed in yer face, “soo good yn..” hand stuffed with hair guiding your throat, “happy? we wont tease you n’more..” thighs clench aournd mingyus when he fucks your sweetspot.. moaning on dks dick.. “f-fuck sweetheart, wanna cum?” gyu asks grabbing your waist harder, and you nod vigorously with yer mouth full. the two men stuttering their hips and gyus circling ‘your pearl’ before all three of you see white. hot cum in your womb and down your throat.. groans and the fresh smell of sex filling the air.
an: 150 follow special!! i didnt finish the sun 100 yet.. but im getting there
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Saddle | l.s.m
Summary: Your boyfriend has gloriously thick and muscular thighs and accentuates them by wearing tight jeans, which only makes you want to climb and ride them.
☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works
Word Count: 725 words
Pairings: Lee Seokmin x Female Reader
Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Smut & fluff
Content Warnings: Smut, fluff. DK is wearing a towel. Yes, that’s a warning.
Smut Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (don’t do this), clit rubbing, multiple orgasms, thigh riding. Pet names, he calls her kitten. Creampie? I think. Kissing.
Authors Note: Thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for the very quotable 'anything is rideable' moment. It helped inspire this fic. Thank you to @here4btsfics for listening to me just having a DK thighs brain rot, heh. Also thank you to @onlyseokmins for letting me yell to you about DK, but the dolphin-related moaning conversation just made me cry laughing. Plus a big thank you to @seungkwansphd for reading this, and then telling me to go back to jail. But it’s fine ily. 💕💕
Authors Note 2: Happy Birthday Seokmin, you absolute ray of sunshine, ilysm you green flag. Also, this might be the first time ever I've posted a birthday fic on the actual date.
Tagging @dkakapizzaboy because they asked 💕 and tagging @mimikookie because let's be biased wrecked by DK together.
Cross Posted on AO3
© wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.
“You want to ride my thighs?” Seokmin asked with a grin as he stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, he was glistening wet from his shower that night, and you were already eagerly waiting, wearing just his shirt on the edge of the bed.
“Yes, it’s unfair to have thighs that thick if you can’t ride them,” you whined, making him laugh.
“Can you even ride them? Will that be pleasurable?” Seokmin asked.
“Anything is rideable if you believe in it enough,” you added, making Seokmin laugh.
“Seokmin, can you please indulge me,” you whined again, making Seokmin smile fondly at you. He nodded as he pulled the towel off his waist and approached you.
“Of course, I can, kitten,” Seokmin spoke as he bent forward to pick you off the bed, and your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, your lips finding his as you melted into touch.
Seokmin continued to kiss you as he moved to sit on the bed in a more comfortable position, and he noticed how you were immediately fidgeting.
“Are you trying to cum? Already?” Seokmin asked, and you pouted as you continued to move against his thick thighs.
“Let me help, kitten,” Seokmin said as his hands found your shirt and pulled off it throwing it across the roam, groaning as he took in your naked form. It was a sight he had seen plenty of times but a sight he’d never tire of.
“So beautiful,” Seokmin complimented as his fingers rolled your nipples, making you moan as they hardened under his touch.
“You want to ride my thigh, kitten?” Seokmin asked, and you nodded.
“Then do it, make yourself cum,” Seokmin spoke as he held your hips in place as you started to ride his thighs.
Seokmin flexed his thigh which every move of yours, and you kept up the pace, your hands fisting in his hair for support.
“You like that?” Seokmin asked, and you could only whimper in response as he flexed his thigh, allowing your clit to move against the swells of his muscle.
“Fuck!” You moaned out as Seokmin moved his hand down to your clit and rubbed it hard, making you cum hard. You moved your lips to his and kissed him as he gently rubbed your clit, helping you ride out your orgasm.
“Fuck,” you said breathlessly once you recovered from your orgasm.
“I see that you liked it. I can feel you dripping on my thigh,” Seokmin observed as his fingers found your clit again. Seokmin pressed two fingers to your clit, while his other hand reached up to cup your breast and massaged the soft tissue.
“Baby, you’re dripping. I bet you’re so fucking wet. I’m sure I could slide right in,” Seokmin mumbled, making you whine at his words.
“Then do it,” you muttered.
“Do what, kitten?” Seokmin teased.
“Fuck me,” you answered.
“Gladly,” Seokmin, “get on the bed, kitten,” Seokmin instructed, and you shakily got off his thighs and onto the bed, laying on your back. Seokmin moved to kneel between your thighs, groaning when he saw your glistening and swollen folds. Seokmin ran the head of his cock along your swollen nub several times before pushing his thick length into you.
You immediately clenched around his length, making him groan.
“Always so fucking tight for me,” Seokmin praised as he thrust into you.
“Hard, fuck me hard,” you choked out, and Seokmin nodded, a smirk adorning his handsome face as he picked up his pace as started to pound into you. You were babbling absolute nonsense and moaned in pleasure as he fucked you, his hand reaching down to rub your clit as he fucked you.
“Fuck,” you choked as you held onto his toned arms.
“Cum baby,” Seokmin said breathlessly. He was just as close. It was like his words had a spell over you because you unravelled seconds after he spoke, cumming hard and clenching around his cock, making Seokmin draw in a sharp breath as he thrust a few more times before cumming, burying his head between your breasts as he did so.
“So,” Seokmin started to say, pausing to kiss your lips and then moving away to lie down next to you, immediately pulling you into his arms.
“Yes?”
“I guess you are right. Anything is rideable.”
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packages, boxes and bags
day eight of junkissed's svt season's greetings event
member — boyfriend!seokmin x reader
genre — the sweetest and purest fluff
word count — 3.1k
synopsis — you’re having trouble finding the perfect gift for your boyfriend on your first christmas together. maybe his friends can help.
warnings — a little cursing, reader is called seokmin's girlfriend, pet names (baby, honey), they are so damn cute it hurts, when can i have my own seokmin god please i'm begging
notes — lowercase intended. i apologize this is late but i was busy the past couple days and i also didn't have much inspo for this. so imagine my surprise when today i sit down at my laptop and boom three thousand words just. appear. but i am so happy with how this turned out and i hope you will be too. i must warn you all this is disgustingly sweet and precious and i definitely screamed into my pillow more than once while writing this. i hope you enjoy :) p.s. i promise this isn't an ad for kay jewelers— blame @duhnova for that
one reblog = one (almost) engagement ring
you shut your laptop closed and groan, putting your head in your hands. this was never going to work.
you’ve spent the better part of your day off on websites like amazon, macy’s, even walmart, trying to find the perfect gift for seokmin.
despite being together almost seven months now, it’s the first time you’ll be spending christmas together. and… you have absolutely no idea what to get him.
first you thought about getting him some little gadget for his computer at work, maybe a new keyboard or a cute new mouse pad. but then you remembered how he told you in passing the other day how he couldn’t stand how his job had him hunched over his computer all day, and he was thinking about looking for a new one where he wouldn’t have to be on it so much.
then you thought you might get him a nice framed picture of the two of you, something small to keep in his apartment for when you’re not there. but when you came over last weekend, the first thing he did was show you the digital photo frame he found in his closet that his mom got him for his birthday that he’d forgotten about. he was stoked to “finally be able to put it to good use” and had programmed it with dozens of pictures of the two of you.
you’d tried google. you’d looked at every gift-giving website under the sun. you’d even asked your best friend what she was getting for her boyfriend for christmas to see if it might spark an idea.
but everything you come across is either something he already has, something he doesn’t need, or something he could easily get on his own.
so… you were stuck. thoroughly and completely stuck.
meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, seokmin is currently on the other side of town, running through the mall in a panic, trying to figure out what to get you.
he knows he shouldn’t have waited until three days before christmas to get his holiday shopping done, but he’s been busy– there’s a huge promotion up at his job, and he’s doing everything he can to get it. not only would it mean less sitting at his desk all day and more moving around, it would also mean a big raise, so you can finally move in together like you both have been wanting to. now that would be a perfect christmas present if he gets the position, but he won’t find out if he has or not until the new year, so that rules that out.
it’s your first christmas together, so he really wants to go all out. winter is his favorite season, and now he gets to spend it with his favorite person, so why wouldn’t he make it something extravagant? except… he can’t find anything to get you.
so here he is at the mall downtown, ducking into every store and searching for something, anything that might give him an idea of a gift you might like.
he doesn’t wanna buy you clothes, because that’s lame, and also because he doesn’t wanna get something that’s not guaranteed you’ll like. what if you think the fabric is too itchy, or you don’t like the pattern? returning or even exchanging his gift would mean a big failure.
he doesn’t wanna buy you the trinkets he found at that one gift shop, because even though they are cute, they’re not special enough to get for you. these are the type of things he’d pick up for you on his way home from work as an everyday treat, or at the very most, a stocking stuffer; you deserve more than some cheap little thing he found on a whim.
he thought about getting you a new purse, because you said you’ve been needing one since the strap on your current one broke, but he’s pretty sure you already bought yourself one when your boss gave you an amazon gift card as a thank-you for all the overtime you’ve been doing lately.
it seems like everything he thinks of to get you is a dumb idea. so now he’s stuck. thoroughly and completely stuck.
you sigh, pulling out your phone and scrolling through your gallery, praying that one of the photos is hiding some kind of sign that’ll tell you exactly what to buy him. but as expected, there’s no magic word or wish list or qr code that leads to the perfect gift.
you’re just about to give up and call him and just ask him what he wants, when an idea hits you. calling him would be admitting to him you can’t think of something special to give him, but calling his friends… now that, that might get you somewhere. they’ve known him for way longer than you have, they must have some idea of things he likes or might want.
you quickly dial the number of his friend minghao. you’ve only met him a few times at some get-togethers, but he seems like the most responsible out of his group, and the most likely to give you a helpful answer.
he picks up on the first ring, but the voice that answers… isn’t minghao?
“hello seokmin’s girlfriend! this is minghao’s phone, how can i help you!”
“junhui, i told you to stop touching my phone!” you hear a voice in the background that you guess is minghao.
“fi-ine,” the first voice—junhui?—grumbles, and you hear a shuffling noise as you assume the phone is being passed back to its owner.
minghao sighs. “hi. sorry about him. what’s up?”
you try not to laugh at the phone mix-up. “just, uh, have a question for you.”
“mhm?” he prods.
“has… seok mentioned anything he wants for christmas? or, like, is there anything you know he needs?” you ask, hoping it sounds nonchalant.
he hums. “mm, not really. are you trying to come up with a christmas gift for him?”
you whine. “yeah. but i’ve tried everything, i can’t think of a single good thing to give him.”
minghao pauses. “he’s really sentimental, but you probably already figured that out by now. the best i can suggest is something homemade, or something related to some kind of memory you have together. he’d like that.”
you freeze. “i… i think i’ve got an idea,” you say jumping up from your chair. “you’re the best, minghao, i owe you big time for this.”
“don’t worry about it. merry christmas.”
you hang up the phone and open your laptop again. this just might work.
you hadn’t planned on spending this much on seokmin’s present, but why not go all out? sure, you’ll have to cut back on your morning coffee for a couple weeks, but it’ll be worth it to see the look on his face on christmas morning.
at the same time, across town seokmin’s just walking out of the jewelry store, a shiny velvet box tucked into his jacket pocket. it’s a lot more than he wanted to pay for it, but it’s better than showing up empty-handed. besides, if that promotion comes through like he hopes, he’ll pay it off in no time. it might have cost a small fortune, but he just knows it’ll look so pretty on you. he can’t wait to see you wear it.
christmas eve finally rolls around and you’re standing outside the door to seokmin’s apartment, your arms full of bags for the weekend you’re spending with him.
his entire face lights up the second he opens the door, and he squeezes you in a tight hug before giving you a soft kiss. “hi baby,” he says, almost shyly. “merry christmas.”
he grabs the bags from you to carry them inside, and you give him another kiss. “merry christmas.”
he takes your things back to his room to set them down, then comes back out into the living room, wrapping his arms around you again. “i’m so glad you get to be here,” he says quietly.
“mm. me too.”
the room is quiet, besides the faint honking of cars outside. you snuggle up on the couch together, picking out a movie to watch, the dim lights casting a soft glow around the apartment.
“do you wanna open your present now?” he asks when the screen turns black and the credits slowly roll past.
“seok, you have to wait until christmas! we can’t open all our presents tonight!” you giggle, and he pouts.
“please?” he says, looking up at you with those big, pleading eyes you adore so much.
“fine,” you concede. “but only one! or else we won’t have anything to open in the morning.”
he grins and gets down on the floor beside the couch, crawling over to the tree to grab a small wrapped box nestled into the bottom branches. he comes back over and sits at the base of the couch, putting one knee up as he hands you the box.
he grins up at you as you tear open the wrapping paper, revealing the soft velvet jewelry box.
you look down at him, and he nods eagerly, motioning for you to open it. you hesitate. it definitely looks expensive, way more than you would’ve wanted him to spend on you. but you did pay almost $300 renting the place for his gift, so you write it off as being even.
you delicately pry the box open with your fingernail, revealing a breathtaking ring absolutely covered in diamonds and intricate silver gilding. it gleams even in the low light, sitting in its little velvet box, staring up at you.
you gasp, throwing your hand over your mouth. “seokmin, what the fuck is this!?”
his smile instantly drops, the color draining from his cheeks. “do you not like it? i can probably still return it, i have the receipt–”
“no!” you shout, and he jumps, eyes wide. “no,” you repeat, calmer this time. “no, i love it. it’s gorgeous. i just– i thought we were doing… small presents first?” you stutter, still in shock at the beautiful piece of jewelry in your shaking hands.
he blushes. “i… wanted you to wear it now,” he murmurs.
you study him, and suddenly you realize he’s still down on the carpet on one knee. and everything finally clicks.
you scream as you jump up from the couch. “seokmin, you’re not proposing, are you?” you gasp.
“no?” he stammers, confused why you’d think he is, before realizing himself that he looks… well, he definitely looks like he’s proposing.
he hurriedly puts his knee down, sitting flat on the carpet. “i’m not! i’m not. this is just a really nice ring, i swear,” he rushes to explain. “at least, not yet,” he mumbles under his breath, but you don’t hear him. you’re still focused on the fact that there’s more diamonds in this ring than you can count on one hand.
you’re still standing in front of him, mouth hanging open, and he’s starting to get worried because you haven’t said a word in a few minutes. “do you want me to propose?” he asks hesitantly. because, screw it, he’s already got the nice ring; if you’re ready, then he’s ready, might as well—
“no! i mean, yes, i do, i really do, but not right now, i…” you trail off, not sure how to continue.
the room is silent, both of you staring at each other. after a minute he stands up, taking his seat back on the couch. “oh no,” he says, finally breaking the silence with a groan. “i ruined this, didn’t i?”
“no,” you sigh, having recovered enough from the shock to sit next to him again. “no, of course not. i’m just… surprised. i wasn’t expecting this. it must’ve cost a fortune.”
“it’s rude to ask someone the price of a gift, you know,” he says, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“trust me, i’m not asking,” you laugh. “i don’t even wanna know.”
“can… can i put it on you?” he asks, his voice getting soft again.
you look at him, and then at the glittering diamond ring in his hand, and you can’t not accept it. you nod, letting out a quiet “mhm” in agreement.
your eyes start to water as he slides it onto your finger, and he looks up worriedly when you sniffle. “it’s so pretty, oh my god,” you whisper, more to yourself than to him.
“please don’t cry,” he says softly, and he looks so upset that you have to reassure him you’re not mad and you just really, really like your gift.
you admire how it looks on your finger for a second before you scoot closer to him and wrap your arms around him.
“i love it, baby,” you murmur. “you really didn’t have to do this.”
he hums. “but i wanted to. i wanted to show you how much i love you.”
tears well up in your eyes again, and you bury your face in his neck to hide them. “you already show me. every single day.”
he sighs, a happy sigh, relaxing into your arms. “i’m glad you like it.”
you stay like that for a while, gently rocking back and forth on the couch, peacefully enjoying everything. the scent of his cologne wafts around you, a comforting, familiar smell, and the colorful lights of the christmas tree shine softly in the background. you wouldn’t want to spend christmas anywhere else.
you pull away a little, breaking the silence with a short laugh. “mine’s gonna look so stupid compared to yours,” you pout as you snuggle into his side, leaning your head against his shoulder.
“are you gonna make me wait until tomorrow to open it?” he asks, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.
“no,” you sigh. “it’s probably after midnight by now, anyway.” you lift yourself out of his arms, going back into his room to get his present from one of your bags.
it’s a lightweight little box, and you hand it down to him. the gift itself isn’t big in size, but you know he likes taking the wrapping off, so you put it in a box and wrapped it for him.
he waits for you to come sit beside him again, and he opens it, carefully tearing the red and green paper with a grin on his face.
he opens the box, revealing a small piece of paper. he looks back at you. “baby? what’s this?”
your cheeks heat up as you begin to explain, suddenly feeling shy about your gift. “well, i… i rented out the movie theater we went to on our first date, and i thought it would be fun to, just… spend the day there, i don’t know.” you trail off, looking down at your hands, until seokmin takes them in his own.
when you look back up at him, his smile is so wide, it almost looks like it hurts. “i love it,” he beams, his voice breaking a little. “that’s so thoughtful, honey. i really love it.”
he leans forward to squeeze you in a hug, and you can’t help but smile, too.
“this is the best christmas ever,” he sighs into your neck, holding you tightly against him. “love you so much.”
he sits back, pulling you onto his lap facing him. “do you know where i got the ring from?” he asks suddenly, locking his hands behind your lower back.
you look at him. “um, kay? it says it on the box.”
he grins. “and?”
you frown in confusion. “and… what?”
the tips of his ears turn pink. “y’know, their slogan? ‘every kiss begins with kay’? from the commercials?”
you blink at him.
he groans, rolling his head back. “can i just kiss you now, please?”
you giggle, throwing your arms around his neck and rubbing your nose against his. “fine.”
and just as he’s about to, his pocket vibrates, and he pulls out his phone.
“my… boss?” he says, confused, showing you the screen.
you whine, resting your chin on his shoulder. “what does he want that can’t wait? it’s one in the morning on christmas eve– well, technically christmas morning, now.”
he looks at you with pleading eyes, and you sigh. “you can answer it. quickly, though, please?”
he presses a kiss to your cheek in thanks before sliding the button to accept the call, holding the phone up to his other ear. “hello?”
you can’t hear what’s being said on the other line, so you close your eyes, worn out from the night’s big surprises. you have a lot to do tomorrow—today—and you’ll need sleep if you want to spend the whole day with him like you want to.
seokmin sits up suddenly, startling you. you lean back, looking at him, wordlessly asking if something’s wrong. but he’s beaming, his smile so bright you’d think he’d just been told he won the lottery, and you crease your eyebrows in confusion.
he stays on the phone for another minute, listening intently. “thank you so much. merry christmas,” he says finally, then hangs up, tossing his phone to the other end of the couch.
“what? what is it?” you ask, still concerned despite his giddy expression.
he settles back, his hands sliding to your waist and holding you up on his lap. “i just got some news,” he says, and you know he’s being vague on purpose to draw out the suspense.
you pout. “well, are you gonna tell me, or not!”
he giggles, unable to hold it back any longer. “i got the promotion!” he yells.
your mouth falls open. “what promotion?” you ask, tentative.
“i didn’t wanna say anything unless i was sure, but there’s been a position available at the company, and they wanted to hire someone from within,” he says excitedly. “it wasn’t guaranteed that i’d get it, but i did! i got the promotion!”
“aw, seok! i’m so proud of you, baby,” you smile, leaning down to kiss him.
he pulls away after a second, and you look at him expectantly. “i have more news,” he says with a grin.
“and?”
“and… it comes with a big raise, so we’ll finally be able to afford a place together,” he beams, rubbing his hands up and down your back.
you bite your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, and feel your eyes well up with tears, spilling down your cheeks.
he calls your name softly, and you look up at him. “are you… what do you think?” he asks, his big eyes searching your watery ones.
“i– i’m just so happy,” you stammer, leaning down to hug him again. “i love you so much. this is more than i could’ve ever asked for.” you bury your face in his neck, letting your tears of joy fall onto his sweater.
“merry christmas, honey.”
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SPILLED WINE REWARD ָ֢
SUMMARY: an accident involving wine, between Seokmin and Y/N, two ex-lovers, at New York Fashion Week, makes Seokmin want to reward you
PAIRING: idol!ex boyfriend!Seokmin x idol!ex girlfriend!fem!reader
WARNINGS: (probably) grammatical errors and a little of smut
GENDER: fluff and (a little) smut
BIBI'S NOTES: hey mes amours! It's my first time writing so if you have any feedback, pls don't hesitate to let me know! I want to warn you that English is not my native language, so forgive me for any mistakes!
Enjoy!
New York Fashion week used to be a major fashion event. Only people who were influential and important to fashion were able to be invited and honored with a presence in the big city.
The kpop industry was gaining more recognition and many more idols were going on to have worldwide careers. And Seokmin, or better known as Dokyeom or Dk, a member of a famous boy group called Seventeen, managed to be influential enough to be one of the guests.
He was sitting in the front row of the catwalk looking at all the new clothing collections and all that luxury, when his eyes met the eyes of an idol, it was Y/N, your ex-girlfriend, you were becoming famous in the Kpop industry and you finally had this opportunity to be present at such a big event. It had been a long time since you had broken up, not a single word had been exchanged.
Seokmin watched you with curious eyes, you were totally focused on the clothes and you looked different, your countenance was dazzling and mysterious at the same time. You hadn't realized that Seokmin had been looking at you since the beginning of the show; for him, the show didn't matter when he could simply observe your every detail and expression.
As he walked through the middle of a large, chic hall, full of people drinking their champagne and sporting their latest clothes after the big show, Seokmin tried to find the girl who had captured his attention. Until he saw the same pair of eyes that had always caught his attention: you were talking to a very influential person in fashion, but things didn't seem to be going well.
Seokmin approaches with a smile on his face
"Hello...Y/N right? Sorry to disturb your conversation, but can I talk to you for five minutes?" Seokmin smiles
When you realize who it is, your smile fades a little, after all you've been avoiding him. As soon as your eyes meet his, you remember all the past you've had and that night when you decided to give up on everything.
It was an ordinary Wednesday night when you decided to end it all. You'd known each other since you were 16, when you were just a trainee, and for as long as you can remember, you'd been in love with him. But the more time passed, the more you felt the pressure of being an idol, you simply didn't have a romantic life with Seokmin, you couldn't go out or have dinner together because everyone would know about your relationship and your company didn't want that. It had been three years since you were in this relationship and it seemed to only put pressure on you, your life revolved around hiding the relationship from the two of you.
Seokmin snaps two fingers in front of you making you wake up from all the thoughts and memories you had with him
"Long time, Y/N" He smiled
"What do you want to talk to me about?" You crossed your arms
"Well, you tour abroad and you can't speak English properly? You didn't seem to understand anything in that conversation"
"Of course I understood, I was just confused because she was talking too fast" you walk to a private corner while picking up a glass of wine
Seokmin accompanies you, he was curious about what had happened to you since the break-up
"How's life?" He leans against the wall and stares at you
"Are you really going to do that? You don't have to try to talk to me, after all, the last time we saw each other you hated me." You sip some wine, trying to forget how much that night hurt you.
"I didn't even remember that, I'm not holding any grudges... if it's all right for you, then it's all right for me" He gives you the same smile and waits for your reaction
"Then we're even" You give a forced smile
Just then, a waiter walked by with a tray of wine glasses. Seokmin reached out to take one, but a sudden stumble caused the glass to slip out of his hands, spilling the red liquid in his direction. Your dress is stained red, leaving you embarrassed and Seokmin ashamed
You look at him angrily
"Seokmin, look what you've done!" You grab a cloth and try to wipe it off, but it only makes matters worse
Seokmin looks totally embarrassed and worried
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" he tries to help you, taking a cloth and trying to wipe it off
The stain was right on your stomach and a little close to your breasts, as you felt his touch after so long, your cheeks turned a little red and you tried to hide it with your anger
"Don't touch me Seokmin" you pulled away from him, walking into the great hall, inside you found a room where you took out your cell phone and called your manager, so you could get another dress.
Meanwhile Seokmin was trying to find where you were, after all he wanted to apologize and didn't want things to turn out this way.
You were standing with your arms folded with your back to the door waiting for your manager, after all he said he was close by. the door opens and you say
"Quick, open my dress, this smell of wine is bothering me" you say without looking to the door
you feel hands running down your back as open your dress, that feeling was familiar to you, and then you hear the voice of the person who caused all this
"I'm sorry Y/N... let me make it up to you..."
You turn around quickly with red cheeks and see that it's Seokmin
"What are you doing here? Do you want to cause more trouble?" You say trying not to give in, but it was difficult, all the old feelings were coming back.
He laughs a little and faces you "You know I didn't mean it... let me apologize the way I know how" He stares at you, waiting for your reaction as he gently brings your lips closer.
Your legs freeze and you just can't say anything, you wanted it, you wanted to feel Seokmin's lips again. By now you were totally surrendered to him.
When your eyes close and you feel Seokmin's lips, that familiar sensation takes over your whole body, you feel like you're home after a long time.
There was no hesitation when their lips finally met, a passion they had both been holding in for so long was finally released. Seokmin's hands were roaming all over your body, sending all kinds of impure thoughts to your brain. Your lips were in perfect sync, as were your tongues, which were also present in the kiss.
When you both finally ran out of air, Seokmin pulled away and whispered in a hoarse voice with his eyes closed
"I want you...like I've always wanted since I was 16" he opened his eyes and faced her "come back to me Y/N...come home"
That was the pinnacle for you, after those words you could no longer hold in all that passion that had been stored up for so long, you brought your lips together again, causing Seokmin to pull you in, closing any kind of space between the two of you.
His hands were still on her body, and they went to her open zipper, pulling the stained dress down completely. "At least the accident did some good," he said, totally mesmerized by your body in just your underwear. You roll your eyes and laugh softly, "My God, how could I have stayed away from you for so long?" He stares at you with that smile as his kisses trail down to your neck, low moans coming from your mouth as Seokmin leaves marks on your neck.
"This is so wrong, but it feels so right," you whisper. There was no doubt about your feelings for each other and you could no longer resist the physical attraction
In one swift movement, Seokmin picks you up and places you on a random table in the room. In the meantime, his mouth never left your neck, making you continue to moan and driving him crazy "One day you're going to kill me with pleasure Y/N" he said between kisses
"Don't worry, I'm already doing it now" you let out a smile and your hands go down to Seokmin's blouse.
As your hands slowly move down to Seokmin's dress shirt, the intensity of the moment intensifies. The fabric of the shirt ripples with every movement of your touch. His fingers slide between the buttons of Seokmin's shirt, teasing him with each stroke. Soon, the shirt begins to move lower and lower, revealing more and more of Seokmin's muscular frame underneath.
you can feel your own heart pounding and the heat rising through your skin. Perhaps Seokmin's claim that you were already "killing him with pleasure" was right all along.
He stopped kissing her neck and faced her as he slowly descended, looking into her eyes. He was at the height of her legs, while his hands caressed her thighs as he slowly spread her legs apart.
"For you I keep my legs open and forget everything" you said in a sensual and provocative way
Seokmin's smile widened and he left a kiss on the inside of her thigh
"I know, but maybe you can't keep them open for long," he says, teasing you even more
His kisses move upwards until they almost reach the middle of your leg, and then your phone rings, taking all the focus away from you.
You pick it up and your eyes go wide and you quickly get up from the table, looking for your dress and leaving Seokmin at a loss.
The call is ended and you say "My manager is here, he's looking for me, quick, get out of here" you say desperately and put on your stained dress
He gives you a mischievous smile "well, looks like we'll have an audience to see what I'm going to do to you" he approaches you again and you push him towards the door "stop Seokmin, no one can catch us here"
He laughs and then opens the door saying "Fine, fine but...I'm not done with you yet"
@bbiine, 2023
#bbine#seokmin x reader#seokmin x you#seokmin smut#seokmin x y/n#seventeen#seventeen scenarios#seventeen smut#seventeen dk#seventeen dokyeom#dk x reader#dk smut#dk fluff#dokyeom smut#dokyeom fluff#dk imagines#seokmin imagines#seokmin fluff#svt x reader#lee seokmin#dk svt#seventeen seokmin#seokmin fanfic
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how you met dokyeom
tags: first meeting, pre-relationship, fluff, gn!reader x dokyeom, non idol!reader x non idol!dokyeom, they're university students, fluff
word count: 670 words
notes: this is unedited and i did get a little carried away but, i hope you like this!
you were late. like, ridiculously late.
you woke up ten minutes before your lecture was meant to start and you had to get ready in record time, sprinting to class in a whirlwind of absolute panic. you hated being late, hated walking in to everyone's eyes on you and awkwardly taking your seat. your anxiety could not handle that. not today.
you were a mess, too. you found out that there was a bright electric blue toothpaste stain smeared on your cheek by checking yourself in a stranger's car window. you just let out a long, lamentable sigh and continued your run to campus, determined to get there on time. or at least just not embarrassingly late.
you still didn't want to let a bad morning make your whole day bad– you could go and get your favourite cookies from the campus coffee shop later and maybe get some work done, too. the day doesn't have to be bad, you decide. surely nothing else will happen and you'll get to your lecture smoothly–
it was right when you firmly decided to turn a new leaf that you ran straight into a man with a surprisingly hard chest.
"oh, fuck–" the man crouches down almost instantly to pick up the book you hadn't realized you dropped because wow, this man was beautiful.
you come back to yourself after seeing him picking up your books and mumbling apologies ("wow, i'm sorry, um. i really wasn't watching where i was going! i guess hannie-hyung was right to say i should stay away from sports...")
he straightens up and hands you back your book, apologies fading when your eyes meet and you shake his (unfairly warm and very big) outstretched hand. you realize that it's probably weird that you haven't said a single word and only stared at him like he was some kind of angel this entire time.
he probably was, faces like that don't just happen.
"um–" you clear your throat, clutching your books closer to your chest nervously. "it's not your fault! thank you...?"
he gives you the warmest smile you think you've ever seen in your whole life, corners of his eyes crinkling with the force of it. you positively melt at the sight of it. "seokmin! what's your name?"
you can't help but smile– you quickly realize that he must just have that kind of effect on people. like the personification of standing in a warm patch of sunlight on a cold day. "(y/n)!"
"(y/n)..." he says the name like he's testing it out in his mouth. you find you quite like the way he says it– you kind of want to hear him say it all the time. huh. "why were you in such a rush anyway, (y/n)?"
"oh i–" oh. right. right. "wait. i have a lecture to get to!"
you check your watch, eyes widened almost comically. seokmin gestures to your textbook and says: "professor song?"
you look up, momentarily distracted. "uh, yeah? how'd you know?"
you huffs out a little giggle. "your textbook! his lecture was cancelled today, you know."
your shoulders droop, eyes furrowed in confusion as you dig your phone out of your pocket, mumbling a low seriously?
sure enough, there was an email from five hours ago alerting you that the lecture was cancelled. "oh."
"yeah, 'oh', but..." you look up to see seokmin grinning at you, head tilted to the side slightly. his voice turns the slightest bit shy when he says, "do you want to get coffee instead? there's a coffee shop near here."
suddenly, the fact that you had sprinted out of your apartment this morning for a cancelled lecture doesn't seem so bad. at all.
"yeah! yeah, i. i would really like that, actually."
the tips of his ears turn the slightest bit red and his eyes sparkle–your heart feels like it's blooming when you walk alongside him; words littered with smiles that hurt both of your cheeks and quiet, shy giggles over warm coffee.
#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#seventeen drabbles#seventeen fluff#svt imagines#svt x reader#svt scenarios#svt fluff#svt writers#svt fanfic#seokmin x y/n#seokmin fluff#dokyeom#dokyeom scenarios#frenshushutoast writes
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#. 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 | 𝐃𝐊
[ ; M.List including other Darl+ings! ]
─ Synopsis: Your sick boyfriend came by unannounced and has a strong hatred against the grape medicine you brought him.
But, that’s okay because Lee Seokmin’s fever was long gone in the morning due to your sweetness.
─ Pairing: Boyfriend!DK / Lee Seokmin x Gender-Neutral Reader
─ Genre: So fluffy im gonna die, just wholesome moment with Min<3
─ Concepts: Established relationship!, just seokmin being your boyfriend<3, seokmin is sick and reader basically takes care of him, some minor reference to “Our Beloved Summer” scene where Ung got sick or sumn i dont really remember please don’t jump me, cuddling with seokmin, grape medicine is horrible along with cherry
─ Count of Words: 2.0k
─ Inspiration of the work: Love by Cosmic Boy (Ft. Fisher) + Hug Me by KUN
❒ a/n: been so busy and just tired </3 so sorry for such a late update. but i wanted to fully publish my svt m.list so!! HERE’S DK<3 this was based off of a scene from Our Beloved Summer because im a sucker for kdramas and i unfortunately relate to ung and ive had these in my drafts since december HELLO? my insomnia doing the unspeakable i dont really remember what ive been writing in my notes SOBBING- but i have plenty ideas for svt <3<3 hope yall enjoy! muah
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“Seokmin, what are you doing here?!”
“Please let me inside, it’s really cold.”
Your boyfriend stood in front of your apartment door, a red blush staining the tip of his nose and along his cheeks. He seems tired, shivering in his place despite the scarf tightly wrapped around his neck and his teeth continuing to chatter; though the cold is obviously cursing him, he tries to contain a smile. One smile you always adored and fell for since the first day you met him during highschool.
Well, the two of you are in college now.
Moving aside and taking him by the arm with concern written on your ‘beautiful’ face - as Seokmin loves to call it - you are bringing him inside in the warmth of your apartment. Seokmin grins at you, the congestion within his nose exposed by struggling breathe; the helpless attempts by sniffling, you realize there is something more to Seokmin’s visit.
After all, it was no ordinary occurrence for your boyfriend to appear in the middle of the night without texting.
Seokmin slips off his shoes but keeps the puffy jacket hugging his body along with the scarf, the smile remaining on his pink lips - “I thought I was going to freeze out there! But, now I am all warm and cozy here~” he hums in content, facing you with a smile that holds no worries whatsoever. You blink back at him, shaking your head.
“Is something wrong, Seokmin?” You ask, a hand reaching out and being placed on his forehead after sweeping away the bangs of his brown hair. He stiffens under your touch, raising a hand to move off your hand as an attempt to avoid the situation; however, the heat radiating off of him is enough to make you worry. “You have such a high fever, Seokmin!” You exclaim, the brunette smiling sheepishly.
Knowing you for so long, Seokmin made no claims to defend himself or try to argue with you; he wasn’t the best liar when it comes to you. Surely, he could convince his friends with his dramatic attitude, but he melts whenever he’s with you. Expectantly, you are nagging about his sickness while dragging him over to the couch. He grins at you though, unaffected by your words.
“How long have you been sick? Why did you go out of your way to visit me in this condition? What happened, you passed out when coming here, and you died out in the cold!”
The more he listened, he couldn't help but let a chuckle escape past his lips. Your worry and excessive imagination for any situation is something he loves about you; your willingness to think about him first is what had his heart captured in the first place. Surely, his own kindness prioritizing you will always be returned whenever he is with you - he confidently believes you will never let him down at such a task.
Scurrying off to your kitchen to prepare a warm cup of tea and some medicine you’ve kept in your fridge whenever you fall ill, Seokmin watches you return with the warm cup of tea in one hand and another with a small cup of disgusting purple liquid. He pouts, “You only have grape?” He takes the cup of medicine, his own nose scrunching up like a child.
You laugh a bit, “At least it’s not cherry.” You comfort him, the tangent of worry from before melted away by his lightheartedness of the situation. He laughs with you, his own shoulders sinking in defeat by your reasoning. “You are definitely right about that,” Seokmin admits when eyeing the monstrous liquid sitting inside the little medicine cup. Is it going to come alive the more he stared?
For some odd reason, you let him take his time. Your eyes softened by the sight of his lips pouting, his eyes slightly narrowing at the medication; he seems to be preparing himself for the inevitable.
“Are you sure that you don’t have any other flavor?”
“I am very sure, Min.”
A silence resumes, where he builds some confidence to drink it or possibly finding any other excuse to stall.
“How about a pill?”
“Min, this is the medicine I have.”
Seokmin sighs in reply before taking the tiny cup to his lips, tilting his head back and swallowing thickly at the thin liquid. You laugh at the dramaticness, especially the ability to resemble someone downing a shot with a cup of medicine. Slamming the plastic cup on the coffee table in front of him, an exclamation of disgust leaving in his loud voice of his while sticking out his tongue in distaste.
You smile at him, reaching a hand out to pat him on the shoulder to hopefully comfort your dramatic boyfriend and hand the warm cup of tea held in your hands. He takes it, taking a small sip before sighing - “Thank you, sweetheart.” He murmurs, relaxing against the cushions of the couch with a shudder running along his spine. You nod at his words, moving a bit closer to untie the scarf around his neck.
“If you wear layers with a high fever, it can get worse.” You softly tell him, your touch delicate and gentle. Seokmin stares back at you, admiring your fond expression; your eyes revealing a warmth he can’t help but be lured to. Leaning in, he steals a kiss from your lips and the brief taste of medication invades your senses.
He pulls away first, panic reflecting back at you despite the lovely smile on your lips; oh, he wishes to kiss you more. However, he shook off the desire to - “I am sick! I can’t get you sick.”
You laugh at his concern, his warm fingertips wiping at your lips in hopes of wiping away the contagious sickness he held. You roll your eyes, “Don’t worry, Min. I can always reserve kisses for you. Only you~” You say while taking his hand, placing chaste kisses on his fingers affectionately. Seokmin shakes his head, “If you get sick tomorrow, it’ll be my fault.”
“That means you’ll take care of me next, right?” You laugh, placing his hand on his lap while removing the puffy jacket he wore. He thinks for a moment and nods, “I will always take care of you.” He confesses with a boyish grin plastered on his face, his words light but it held a promise of loyalty. You grin back at him, “Then I look forward to it.”
Finally removing the layers, Seokmin shifts in his seat and sighs at the dark blue sweater hugging his body and he shudders due to his fever. You reach over to the blanket folded on the armrest of the couch, wrapping it around him to hopefully fight off the shivers. You hand him the remote and his hand peeks out from the fluffy blanket to only recoil back inside his cocooned warmth, you chuckle.
“I'll be right back, okay?”
“No, staay~” He pouts, opening his arms for you and the blanket falls from his shoulders. You wanted to finish up some chores, but his cute pout and whiny voice made you stay much longer; you sigh in defeat, only rolling your eyes with a smile painted on your beautiful face. You settle down next to him, Seokmin inviting you into the blanket and wrapping an arm around you to pull you close.
Cuddling up next to him, you rest your head on his chest with the remote facing the television and flickering on with a press of a button. “We should watch the drama we were watching,” Seokmin suggests with the familiar red logo of ‘Netflix’ popping up on screen and having the familiar jingle play. You nod and smile, “Sure. I wanna know what happens next.”
Within two episodes in and halfway through the third one, Seokmin is falling asleep with you in his arms; the warmth of your presence and the serenity of the shared atmosphere, and possibly the medication, he is drifting off to dreamland. You’ve noticed his lulling head, the way he fights off the sleep to no avail, his eyes closing shut then opening before closing again; you can’t help but giggle at your boyfriend’s cuteness.
“You can sleep, Min. You must be so tired,” You whisper and pause the episode with the remote. You bring a hand up to his face, your thumb caressing the skin of his face as you slowly move his face to face you properly; Seokmin looks back at you with a tired expression, pouting slightly. “I wanted to stay up…Sorry, my sweetheart.” He whispers and you shake your head with a warm smile. You lean in to place a chaste kiss near his lips, “Get some rest.”
Your words become a spell upon his ears, his eyes instantly closing and he is leaning against you to cradle you in his arms closer, if possible. Before falling into deep slumber, you caught him whispering three words; no matter how many times you hear them, those three words are enough to have your heart beat a little faster with an aching smile plastered on your face.
“I love you.”
Admiring his handsome features and the words of genuineness lingering in the air, you basked in it for some time before leaning in to kiss his lips softly. “I love you so much,” you whisper back before shifting to get comfortable; trying your best not to awake him. Once you do, you grow comfortable in his embrace to join him in dreamland also.
Words of love remaining in the air with a sweet aftertaste.
. . .
Morning light seeps into the living space of your apartment, the warm sun rays landing on the two of you. You shift on the couch, gradually recollecting the memories of the night before and you smile once seeing Seokmin fast asleep still, peace embedded on his face as he snoozes away. Beginning to move away to get up, Seokmin’s grasp tightens and he awakens to your movement.
“Good morning~” He said with his morning voice, sounding deeper than usual with heavy sleep lacing it. You smile, “Good morning, Min.” You greet him in a soft voice. He smiles at you, hugging you close to him and you instantly melt into his warmth; whatever reason you had for getting up is long gone, as you are completely captivated by the comforts of his embrace.
Raising a hand to delicately place on his forehead, you feel the temperature is normal. You sigh in relief, “It looks like you don’t have a fever.” You remark and he tilts his head at you, a grin playing at his lips. Leaning in, the tip of his nose nuzzling against yours - “Maybe I was just lovesick.”
“Oh, were you faking it all along?” You tease him, playing along with his joke.
Seokmin laughs, “You do know…I came here because I missed you.”
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Or maybe you wanted to be taken care of. We see each other everyday.”
He pursed his lips in consideration to your words, his eyes falling away as he thoughtfully pondered a reply - “Maybe that too.”
Laughing and hugging him, his arms tightening around you in response with a hand placed on the back of your head. You rest your head against his chest and he mindlessly lets his fingers run through your hair, his touch easing you into a sense of serenity. Once you relax, he leans down to your ear, his breath tickling your ear - “I didn’t snore last night right?”
You chuckle and shake your head, “Nope. You were just fine.”
“Because you were here with me. My little medicine~”
You laugh and rolled your eyes, “Good thing, I am not flavored grape or cherry huh?”
Seokmin shook his head, smiling widely with his eyes crinkling in mere delight. Leaning in, he kisses you and against your lips, murmuring - “No. You are much sweeter.”
#Seventeen#seventeen fanfic#seventeen dk#seventeen seokmin#lee seokmin#seokmin fluff#Svt#svt seokmin#svt dk#svt fluff#seventeen fluff#seokmin fanfic#seokmin x y/n#seokmin x reader#svt x reader#svt x you#seventeen lee seokmin#seventeen oneshot#dk oneshot#dk fluff#svt oneshot
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LEE SEOKMIN
I might’ve lost my mind idk (oneshot smau) by @hanggarae
me to you, you to me (smau series) by @taeyegu
SUNSHINE AND SUNFLOWERS (smau series) by @shuastruck
dokyeom junior the seventh by @blue-jisungs
an ode to d(k)arms by @cheolism
stranger by @cheolism
backstage series (M) by @hannieween
pussydrunk!seokmin by @hannieehaee
clueless!seokmin by@hannieehaee
constellations of him by @wongyuuu
crazier for you by @onewmin
i miss you, don’t call me by @wheeboo
sweeter than pies by @cheollipop
YUCK! (part 1) by @himbocoups
jealousy, jealousy by @starryseokmins
thigh riding one shot by @starryseokmins
cold ice, cinnamon smiles by @fairyhaos
in which opposites fall for eachother… (oneshot smau) by @lololololchips
hands of a god by @seokgyuu
manhattan sunrise (70;teen collab) by @seokgyuu
“all yours forever” by @8loveletters
Café Amnesia by @shuamorollss
SLEEPY BUNNY by @slytherinshua
movie by @arcanesea
See ya’ by @mangocustard16
[00:08] by @gyu-effect
#Lee Seokmin#DK#seokmin x reader#seokmin fluff#seokmin smut#seokmin scenarios#seokmin fic#seokmin imagines#seokmin x you#seokmin x y/n#dk x reader#dk x you#dk x y/n#dk smut#dk fic#dk fluff#dk fanfic
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Best Seat In The House
Seokmin asks you to sit on his face. You do. It’s wonderful for everyone involved (except your sheets)
Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~2.7k
Fresh Eyes
It’s your first time sleeping over at Seokmin’s place, and he’s ridiculously nervous. It’s hard enough keeping his cool around you already, and when you wash up and walk out with glasses on, Seokmin knows he doesn’t stand a chance.
Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~1.3k
Not A Baby
You're older than Seokmin and, honestly, he's not a fan of you calling him a baby. He makes sure you know.
Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~1.2k
Technical Difficulties
Seokmin's computer breaking shouldn't make him as happy as it does, but who can blame him when his favorite IT person always comes to the rescue?
Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~1.1k
Kinktober Day 31: Alien kink with Seokmin
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2k
Chubby!Reader Headcanons
Soft!Seokmin Headcanons
Seventeen Masterlist
Main Masterlist
#dk smut#dk headcanons#dk scenarios#dk x reader#seokmin x reader#seokmin fic#seokmin imagines#seokmin x you#seokmin x y/n#seventeen smut#seventeen fic#seventeen series#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#seventeen x reader#seventeen masterlist#svt imagines#svt smut#svt fanfic#svt x reader#svt x you#svt x y/n#svt masterlist#kpop oneshots#kpop scenarios#kpop smut#kpop fanfic#kpop masterlist#✨emily writes✨
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dk the type of fine you’d suck his dick in the backseat and thats exactly what i wrote
cw : smut forced orgasm oral fingering car sex (very lazy writing)
your sqeulching and his moans loud enough for the angency’s driver to hear, but neither of you care. one of his hands on the back of your head to keep you in place despite being in a moving car. the other hand playing with your entrance, panty moved to the side. Your cute mini skirt on the car floor along with the flower bouquet he gifted you at dinner and your brand new birkin.
“thats it baby, so good..” dk groans and you having a bit of a voice kink esp when he gets raspy -just like now- you subconsciously clench around nothing with his two fingers now pumping into you, pumping a little too fast but all you can do is whine. you cant even look at his pretty face due to the position, only looking down at his lap and seat with blurry teary vision.
“s’too much?” he asks while bucking into your face and having to grip his thighs, “mm!!” vibrating on his dick making him buck more, but hes to lost in ectasy to slow down- his fingers nor his hips. your orgasm building up too fast. hips and fingers stuttering faster making you come at the same time, stoping only his hips. while his cum spurts down your throat his fingers still pumping in n out but at a more manageable pace letting you ride your orgasm. getting back up meekly with dks help, pants the only sound you hear.
“we… got here about 5 minutes ago..” the man infront of the wheel murmurs.
#kpop#seventeen#seventeen smut#kpop smut#dk smut#seventeen fic#fluff#seventeen fluff#seventeen dk#lee seokmin#lee seokmin smut#seokmin x reader#seokmin smut#seokmin fluff#svt seokmin#seventeen seokmin#seokmin x y/n#seokmin imagines#seokmin scenarios#dokyeom smut#dokyeom#svt dokyeom
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Fireflies and Memories✨
| synopsis: Amidst childhood memories and starry nights, Y/N and Seokmin's playful banter transforms into a heartfelt confession, igniting a love that had been quietly waiting to bloom.
| pairing: lee seokmin x gn!reader
| genre: fluff
| warnings: none
| Word count: 650
The park was bathed in the soft, silvery glow of the moon, casting long shadows across the winding trail. You and Seokmin walked side by side, the crunch of gravel beneath your feet a soothing soundtrack to the tranquil night.
Seokmin glanced at you, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?" he asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips. He extended his hand, fingers lightly brushing against yours, a silent invitation.
With an amused chuckle, you continued walking, choosing not to acknowledge his pick-up line. You were used to Seokmin's flirtatious nature. Your hand remained tantalizingly close to his as you matched his stride perfectly. You had known Seokmin since childhood, and this playful banter was a familiar comfort.
But tonight, something felt different. There was an undeniable chemistry in the air, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was more to this playful banter.
"Let's sit down here," you suggested as you reached a grassy clearing off the trail. Seokmin spread the blanket you had brought, and you both settled down, gazing up at the starry sky.
As you lay side by side, the silence between you became comfortable, and the night seemed to come alive with the soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. Seokmin's gaze remained focused on the sky.
"The stars are exceptionally bright tonight," you commented, your voice barely more than a whisper. "It reminds me of that one summer when we camped out in your backyard and tried to count all the stars."
Seokmin turned to you, his expression nostalgic. "I remember that," he said softly, a fond smile playing on his lips. "We lost count after a hundred, but it didn't matter. It was one of the best nights of my life."
Your heart warmed at the memory, and you couldn't help but smile. "And now, here we are, still counting stars together."
The world around you seemed to fade into the background as you met each other's gaze, and the distance between your hands shrank until your fingers entwined.
Seokmin's cheeks turned a delightful shade of pink, and he chuckled nervously. "I must be a snowflake because I've fallen for you," he quipped, trying to ease the tension.
But you simply leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "Seokmin, I've been falling for you too."
The admission hung in the air, filled with anticipation and desire. He cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing your skin gently.
"Y/N," he breathed, "I've wanted this for so long."
You closed the distance between your lips and his, sealing your unspoken desires in a kiss that felt like the beginning of a beautiful and heartfelt journey.
The softness of the night seemed to envelop you both as you deepened the kiss. It was a kiss filled with longing and affection, a culmination of all the unspoken emotions that had been building over the years. Your fingers interlocked, creating a connection that felt more profound than any words could convey.
As you broke the kiss, Seokmin looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with warmth and sincerity. "Y/N," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I've cherished our moments together, from childhood to this very night."
You smiled, your heart filled with a profound sense of contentment. "I've cherished them too, every single one."
With that, you leaned in for another kiss, sealing your newfound connection under the starry night sky. It was a moment of pure serenity and a promise of something beautiful and heartfelt that had been a long time in the making.
The night continued to embrace you both, and you lay there, hand in hand, counting stars and creating memories that would last a lifetime. It was as if the universe itself had conspired to bring you together under the celestial canopy, two souls finally finding their place in each other's arms.
I want some Seokmin too! <;3
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