. LSK Sex Is A Workout Too

ᝰ.ᐟ — LSK ⟢ sex is a workout too

› nsfw is included ┆ smut — minors dni ꩜. word-count .ᐟ 1.1k. gymbro!seokmin x pilates princess!reader

stretching out your body on the pinkish-white that matched your leggings & top well for your liking.

you were doing your normal exercise every day routine, too lazy to go to the actual pilates studio, unlike your boyfriend who’d went to the gym for the zillionth time this week.

it was honestly so terrifying how fucking hot he had been when he hit the gym it’s like every day he’s getting buffer & buffer but you weren’t at all complaining, you were practically leaching on him every chance you’d got with him.

going back to your routine you’d changed your pose, to a more difficult one than the previous one.

going into a zone where your focused on relaxing so it would help you ease your body, just as you were beginning to feel more rested a ding chimed from your phone, you’d guessed it was probably seokmin telling you that he’ll be home in ten.

& of course you’d guessed right.

seokminnie 🪽 : hello to my loveliest girlfriend:p, just telling you I’ll be there in ten better welcome me with a hug ~~

you giggled at the way would always compliment you even if it was a bit dramatic.

you : okay mins ! I’ll be waiting, love you !!

seokminnie 🪽 : love ya more, pretty princess ;)

your smile growing more when he called you that, you kinda had a thing for him calling you princess & he sure damn well knows.

after that you’d gone back to your previous doings of exercising, loosing track of time as you’d always do when doing pilates, as seokmin always told you “your such a pilates princess, baby”.

not even hearing the door opening, you’d be too busy in your own world till you felt a gentle kiss on your cheek, turning to the side you’d see a hot sweaty seokmin, now you were not gonna lie when you said your pussy didn’t throb at his godly looking figure.

“o-oh hi seokmin! I didn’t see you there” you shyly smiled, leaving a light peck on his kissable lips.

“you and your exercises always caught up with it, princess” his big buffed arms were wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer so you both were chest to chest, sitting on the matt that you worked on.

“can’t help it when you go to the gym, & leave me all bored & alone” you mumbled back, playing with the hem of his shirt, mind getting all mushy thinking how he must’ve looked while working out.

“oh? all bored huh?, guess I can make you a little less bored can i, love?” he squeezed your hip lightly then going in for your neck peppering it with kisses then slowly but lovingly he’d move to your jaw then going back to your neck.

“s-seokmin stop” you whined but you didn’t actually want him to stop.

of course he ignored you, continuing to what he was doing.

“god these fucking leggings, you don’t know what you do to me, baby” he’d moved his hands down to your ass giving it a light squeeze then spanking it.

you were practically all wet down there, not wanting to waste anytime, you tugged your boyfriends hair then smashed your lips onto his, he gladly welcomed you deepening it even more.

with a fast motion he’d layed you on the pvc material that was on the cold floor.

moving his veiny hands down to your clit you grown more excited, fingers ghosting over your aching-wet cunt “seokie p-please” you called out really needy for his touch.

to very much your surprise, you heard a loud rip!, he had ripped both your favorite pair of leggings & panties but honestly you did not give a shit all that you wanted is to be pounded by him.

the air hit your bare dripping cunt leaving you gasping from the sudden contact.

“my sweet needy princess” he cooed lowering his head down there, hot breathed replacing with the once cold air.

rapidly you moved your hands tugging his blondish-hair, rolling his eyes he moved his slender digits down to your aroused hole, teasing your entrance then eventually pushing two fingers in & out of you.

it made you make quite lewd noises swiftly.

“always a needy slut for my fingers” he huffed out, while you just wailed from the pleasurable feeling.

while his digits were plunging in & out of you, he’d place some kisses here in there in your clit riling you up even more, “seokmini, stop t-teasing!” a pout formed on your lips.

quickening his speed, doing everything possible that could role your eyes such as parting his fingers, lightly tapping the right spots successfully, which obviously caused to close to riding your high.

pitching your loud moans, seokmin almost instantly knew you were close, he pulled out.

not to your liking you complained.

“need you to cum on this cock, princess” he placed a quick kiss on your soft-lips, before sliding his long-lengthy member into your cunt.

starting off slowly then fastening his pace in quite a rapid way, you held his shoulders for steadiness while practically echoing a series of ahh’s & moaning out your lovers name.

your wet cunt, clenching every-time he thrusted in you, with juices flowing out of the tightness of your & painting the softness of your thighs.

pussy fluttering when he rested both your legs on his wide-perfect shaped shoulders deepening his length in you, his cock was practically poking out of your tummy when he roughly hit all of your favorite spots.

you almost folding in half but you didn’t mind nor cared, all thanks to your well earned time & dedication to piltaes, you could be quite the flexible person & seokmin did not waste that advantage in fucking your brains out.

“everytime I fuck you out, your always so fuckin’ tight” he groaned out, while holding your thighs, landing kisses turned love bites on them, you bit your lips to the ungodly sight before you, seeing how he looked at your filled up cunt just made your mind go into a hazy mess.

“kyeommie!” another desperate moan left your lips as a knot formed inside of your stomach, which resulted in seokmin taunting you “oh my pretty princess is coming for kyeomie isn’t she” you on the other hand rested your elbow on your face enduring the overwhelming pleasurable moment that he was giving you.

next thing you’d know is your cock-filled hole gushing out spurts of cum, painting seokmin’s cock oh so beautifully.

shortly after that blissful moment, your well-built boyfriend returned to fucking his cock balls-deep in you but his pace getting sloppier by the minute, knowing his high was awfully near.

“m’gonna make you my little pussy-pocket, all covered with my cum” he threw his head as if in ecstasy, with the hot liquids of his seed filling you up with a little bit of it leaking out of you.

he soon enough joined laying on the floor beside you, as heavy breathes emerged from both of you, breaking the silence between you he said “guess we found a new workout to do” you giggled smacking his shoulder playfully, earning a cute pout.

as if he didn’t almost split you open a few minutes ago.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !! [ divders by @/ cafekitsune. ] [ title creds to @/ straykidsstanforeverandever. ]

seventeen acting clingy around their s/o

PAIRING. seventeen (o13) x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship, headcanons WARNINGS. terms of endearment, mentions of kissing WORD COUNT. 1.04k

requested by anon: hi hi i’m a fairly new follower n i jus saw that ur reqs are open !! i hope im not too late ^^; but anyway, how would svt act whenever they feel clingy and needy towards their s/o? hehe ty and i lov u 🫶

notes: hehe i hope this is good!

choi seungcheol

his eyes and pout are literally following whatever direction you walk. waits on the bed with his hoodie on while you are cruising in and out of the room to grab something or put your laundry away. is slowly melting into the bed waiting for you to notice him and when you FINALLY walk back in the room asking to use his charger, he’ll be pulling you into his arms just muttering “stay with me, pleaseeee. I’ve missed you,” in your ears n you just gotta give in because he misses you sm 

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Missed Connections

Synopsis : You swear you can tolerate anything because this is an unwanted marriage to him, but why's this one hurts so much?

Word count : 2,716 and some change

pairing : Choi seungcheol x fem!reader

Genre : arranged marriage!au, contract marriage!au, strangers to *** ***** ***** to exes, angst, slight fluff.

Warnings : angst, tears, italic means person on the other side of the phone & message, chaebol!reader, chaebol!seungcheol, ceo!reader, ceo!seungcheol (not mentioned), like 1 curse word, implied cheating? (Seungcheol goes on a date because his toxic friends say so), Seungcheol is a jerk boo 🍅🍅, mentions of pregnancy (reader is pregnant), mom!reader, slight Joshua x reader, this fic does not represent his character in real life!

a.n : yes, i cried while writing this, Seungcheol's sucks

The sun peeked through the window of his bedroom, which once was shared with you. He opens his eyes groggily, his eyes adjusting the sunlight that goes to his eyes.

Surprise, it's a word that will describe his expression right now, seeing a divorce file on his nightstand with a pen on top of the paper, lying peacefully waiting to be used by him.

“What the fuck?” he mumbles with his raspy and sleepy voice.

He thinks he might be dreaming, that when he sleeps again and opens his eyes, you're on his side while he's hugging you tightly, his morning will start with your kisses and this all was just in his head.

But it's not. When he slaps his cheek, it hurts. It feels so real.

And then, when he realised that the divorce file was real, he hurriedly searched for his phone, wanting to call the person he knew so well but also didn't.

“The divorce paper, you've already signed it? i'll pick up my stuff and take the paper with my lawyer” you said on the other side, voice sounding so enchanting but so cold, like he never heard before.

Your voice usually sounds like it's coated with warmth and sweetness, but now it's just filled with coldness.

he forgot when he first saw you, you were given the cliche title ‘ice queen’ by the employees.

“Why’s there a divorce paper on my nightstand? Why are you not here? In the bed, with me” Seungcheol said, hurt evident in his voice.

“What do you think seungcheol? you're finally free, you can go out as much as you want with your so-called friends, you don't have to worry that head more, our company will still be concerted, and the best part, you can go freely with that woman of yours” Seungcheol furrowed his eyebrows with confusion.

“Why–

you cut him off before he even speaks, “i call off our arranged marriage, Seungcheol. you said it yourself, that you, Mr. Choi, does not want this marriage from the first you saw me, and that was proven when I saw you with a woman, in a fancy restaurant, just both of you, not with anyone else and I learned the fact that your friends told you to do that.

Our arguments will lead to one of us leaving the house that once you promised we'll build together with love, and I just have to be patient. When I saw you with her, I realised that was the beginning of our marriage's downfall, so I made the decision that would not leave negative comments from everybody else, so your company will not have a backlash from the stockholders even if it's hurting me in the process.

You promised me, Choi Seungcheol. to take care of me, try to love me, and even have the audacity to tell me to be patient with your heart. I've done all of that, but what you have given me is just aching in my heart over and over again.

My friends already told me that this marriage was bad for me and will hurt me in the end, but I'm blinded by your love bombing act, and I was so naive that I thought you will ever love me back, that we will have a happy family, with 4 children, 3 boys and 1 girl. we'll live anywhere i want, you said back then.

Do you know how much I cried that night? when I saw you with her, and when I knew that you and me would never have the happy family we once planned?

That day, I was going to tell you about me getting pregnant, but I guess fate doesn't want us to be together because they know it’s better for me to hurt now than later.

Tomorrow will be the last time i'm going to go there, and the final court will be the last time I saw you” after finishing the words that you've planned to give him right when he calls you, you hung up the phone, not giving him any chance to replied because you know, when you heard his voice your heart will hurt more.

Seungcheol drops his phone onto his bed sheet. He tries to recall the memory, and when he does, there's a hard pang in his heart.

regret started to fill up his figure, and he rushed towards the bathroom to take a shower.

He's planning to meet you today to talk about your marriage, hopefully not for the last time.

“Is Mrs. Choi here?” Seungcheol said to the receptionist at your company.

She hesitates at first, then starts to speak, “i'm sorry, but it's Ms. Hong and she does not want anybody, especially you, Mr. Choi to go to her” she says.

Seungcheol has tried to call you again and again and again, determined to fix the marriage he ruined.

and his heart hurts even more when he reads your chatroom. It's him who sent the last message, and you left him on read.

You know what? you're too naive, too invested in our relationship, and that's why it's not working. Can't you be more patient? i have my own things to do

He knew he was being a jerk when he sent that to you, but back then, he's heating up because of your arguments that are constantly happening.

Tears start to fall from his eyes, all you need is love, to which he promised will give you his, he should be grateful that you still give chance after chance even though you know that he will still be like that.

he drives to your penthouse, your summer house, your cabin, and even your house, but you're not there.

as he went to his car with disappointment on his face, someone called his name.

“What are you doing here, Seungcheol?” He freezes and it hurts. You usually call him with terms of endearment, but now you just call him by his name, which he hates so much if it's coming from your mouth.

Seungcheol runs to you. Wanted to hug you, but he halted his plan when he saw you looking at him like you used to before he was introduced by your parents as your soon-to-be husband, so cold with no emotion behind that oculus of yours.

He explains everything, telling you that his friend makes him go on lunch with the woman you saw. He even goes as far as kneeling in front of you.

“But you still go on a date with her? Even when you don't want to? i've said it to you countless times. i can tolerate anything because this is an arranged marriage, but cheating is an exception” you said while looking down at him because of his position. You don't even bother to usher him to get up from his knees. Seungcheol frowns at your words, but you're right. When his friend told him, he could refuse it, but he didn't.

His words caught up on his throat. He can't say anything anymore, because at the end of the day, he knew that his action was so sinful because for god damn sake, he's married to you!

“You're funny, Choi Seungcheol” You left him kneeling on the ground while going back to your car. You managed to hold your tears in front of him because you're not willing to let your tears fall for a boy who's not even a man.

When you're already gone with your car, Seungcheol gets up to his knees, and he realises that he hasn't even asked about the baby.

“Don't worry, my love, mommy will protect you, no matter what” you said while caressing your baby bump.

It's been approximately 4 months of your pregnancy, and 4 months since you're not on the same roof with Seungcheol.

You know you'll stress out yourself if you stay in that house, and you can't risk that.

You've been staying in a hotel for the past months, but luckily for you, your sister-in-law has a 5 star hotel, so you won't have to search for it.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

The first court is today, and you're going there with your lawyer and your sister-in-law (Soo-jung) because she says she wants to help you, and you thanked her for that.

You show up with a white dress, black blazer, your Jimmy choo pumps, and white birkin as the cherry on top.

Seungcheol saw you with adoration in his eyes, thinking, Why can't he see you like this when your marriage is still there?

He doesn't want to make eye contact with anyone with you and yourself, but when he does make an eye contact with Soo-jung or you he will divert his eyes to look somewhere that isn't you or her.

He's scared, what even your family will think about his family, about him? after he hurt you and you being pregnant was not helping.

Now it's your final court. This time, you dress differently, you're wearing white shorts, a brown thin belt, soft-pink Ralph Lauren button-up, a white lady dior, and a white slingback kitten heels with your baby bump that's already showing.

He feels guilt start building up in his body when the judge knocks his hammer three times, and he's trying his best not to spill his tears every second now.

he hears several footsteps going to him when he looks at you with his tear filled eyes.

you open your mouth while crossing your hands in front of your chest, then you speak, “Take care of your health, don't eat junk food like you liked to, this baby will get a new father soon, but i will still introduce you to them”

As soon as you finish your sentence, you start to walk away with your lawyer, brother, and sister-in-law (who gives him a disappointed and angry look).

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

It's been years since your divorce, but Seungcheol is still a mess. He can't blame anyone but himself for this one.

After the divorce, he cut all of his friends who told him to go on a date that day. He’s in denial for years, even when he knows that they're giving a bad influence to him.

He goes on a lot of interviews, and he never fails to mention you in his interview, hoping you will see him on tv shows and better yet, with his child.

You, on the other hand, are already living your best life with your son, you’ve given birth to him 4 and a half years ago, and now he's your most favorite person in this universe.

You decide to move to Switzerland when Minjun– your son (Hong Minjun, Edward Hong) turns 1 year old.

There you met Minjun's dad, who happens to have the same surname as yours, Joshua Hong or Hong Jisoo because that's his Korean name.

You hesitate at first to be in a commitment because of your past, but Joshua makes it clear that you can trust him, and everything will be fine.

Joshua is a gentleman, a man who you dreamed off everytime you doze off, a man of words and action, and you really want Minjun to be like him when he's older.

Minjun characteristics start showing up lately, and just as you expected, he's already being a mini gentleman to you, and the manner that you and Joshua taught him is prominent with his actions and words.

You're proud of him, and you finally get your highest dream.

Having a happy family has been your dream for as long as you can remember, even when Joshua's not Minjun's biological father, but he acts like one and Minjun, too, acts like Joshua's biological son.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

Joshua decided that this month he and you will go back to Korea for the Christmas holiday, because for the last 3 years it's always been your family to come to Switzerland.

You can't forget how happy your parents and your brother's family look when they see you coming home with Minjun and Joshua.

“I miss my daughter so much. How have you been, sweetheart?” your mother said while hugging you, which you replied with a ‘i'm fine, mother’ and a wide smile on your face.

The next day, you're going to have a visit to your company in Seoul, and so you bring Minjun with you because Joshua is having a meeting and probably will be back at dawn.

“Minjun, are you excited to see mommy's office?” you ask Minjun when the light goes red, which Minjun replies with an excited nod and wide grins, “yes! I am so excited!” Minjun said with Korean and an accent.

The security, receptionist and your workers still remember you, they even try to get in a conversation with Minjun which brings a smile to your face.

“Minjun, will you wait here in Mommy's office while Mommy is getting our lunch?” you said while crothed to his height and holding both of his tiny hands.

Minjun nodded at your words, “can i play with secretary Jeon Mommy?” he asked, and this time it's your turn to nod your head, “yes, you can”

You already told your secretary to watch Minjun, so you don't need to worry.

You walk to the café near your company building, it's been your favorite place since you moved to this branch of your company.

When you get your order, you take a seat on the side of the road.

Not so long after, there's someone who sat in front of you, and when you saw him you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What are you doing here, Seungcheol?” The same question from those years threw Seungcheol off guard, the bad memories he never wants to remember.

“This used to be, or is it still your favorite place to go for lunch, and i miss you so i came here, what i didn't expect is you're going to be here” Seungcheol said, there's defeated plastered on his face.

“How's your life?” You begin, so the tension can be lowered a bit.

“Messed up, after our divorce. How's yours?” he replied with simplicity.

“Amazing. He's 4 and a half now, his name is Hong Minjun and since i'm not living in Korea he uses his foreign name too, Edward Hong” you said referring to the baby you carried when you're getting a divorce with him.

“Where is he?”

“Playing with secretary Jeon”

“I think i can't do this anymore, I'm sorry, i was an asshole back then. I swear I changed! just give me a chance, please” Desperate sounds so clear, and you look at him in disapproval.

“I have given you chances, over and over, but you throw it away like it meant nothing”

Even after you replied to him with that, he still begged you to come back to him, tears in his eyes mirroring how desperate he is.

He is still doing it until someone calls your name and a little boy runs to you, calling you mommy.

That's when he realised in front of him is his son, that he failed to protect.

And when he gets up when he sees you do the same, he turns his head to the man who calls your name.

There's when his heart drops to his stomach, thoughts running a hundred miles per hour, thinking of the worst scenario in his head, that the man in front of him is your—

“Y/n's husband, Joshua Hong”

Your husband, and that means he never got the chance to make you his anymore.

The tension can be seen by anyone passing by, an ex-husband who hurt his ex-wife deeply, and the current husband who treats his wife like a princess.

Joshua breaks the awkward silence after Seungcheol introduces himself with, “Let’s go, my love, your mother sends a location to the restaurant we're going to eat for lunch” with a smile that Seungcheol swears he wants to rip from Joshua’s kind face.

You replied to Joshua with a smile, and you three excuses yourself from Seungcheol and went to Joshua’s car.

Seungcheol had his heart broken again, and the reason is still the same.

You.

Oh, there's addition for the cause of his broken heart.

You and Minjun.

cooling it down

❝ 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒? 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾? ❞

𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇'𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁-𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 (𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽) 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽.

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦: 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝖺𝖿𝖺𝖻!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖱𝖤: 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖲𝖬𝖴𝖳.

𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖳: 3.8𝗄

𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤: 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 @bitchlessdino and @ourdawnishotterthanourday 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 <33

𝖲𝖬𝖴𝖳 𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖲: 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄-𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗅, 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄!𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 (𝗆. 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀), 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳: @notevenheretbh1 @dokyeomkyeom

𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖳 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖴𝖭𝖡𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖡𝖫𝖤 𝖡𝖠𝖢𝖪 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤—even lying naked on the cool tiles of your bathroom floor managed to barely do anything to give you or your boyfriend any kind of relief (and yes, it's because most times you'd ended up fucking, so what?), so packing your bags and spending a few days at his countryside home to escape the big, much too hot city was a no brainer. And although the temperature difference wasn't as dramatic as you hoped, at least an occasional cool, pleasant breeze brushes over your sweaty body as you now lay on the hammock in the back garden, gazing at your surroundings with an iced drink in hand, dark sunglasses resting on the bridge of your nose.

Since you started dating Seokmin, you have stayed in this house plenty of times, and one thing you never tire of is the stunning view from its perch atop a hill. The small downtown shops, the houses speckled around the hills, the distant highway—everything is visible from here. But best of all, in your opinion, is that there are no houses around, which means no neighbors, which means you can roam half-naked in and out of the house without any shame whenever you want. Needless to say, you immediately stripped down to a tank top and underwear as soon as you stepped into the house around an hour ago, and Seokmin was about to do the same until he remembered that you didn’t stop to buy groceries on your way here. Never have you seen a more disappointed look on his face as he put back on his sleeveless shirt and shoes.

You did offer to go with him, but he insisted on going alone so you could stay here and relax, not wanting you to risk getting sick from standing under the sun for too long (you are about to get on your knees for him at his words), but at this point, you wish you insisted harder. 

It feels like you're about to melt in the sweltering heat, and you’re so bored and hot, and this book you’re reading sucks, and gosh do you miss Seokmin. If he were here, you're sure your cheeks would’ve been hurting by now from all the smiles and laughter he would have caused (or most probably, your lips would’ve been busy moaning his name now that the heat is slightly more bearable compared to that back in your tiny apartment).

Just thinking about that possibility makes you pout, imagining what you could be doing right now instead of lounging here all alone. You've spent weeks gawking at your boyfriend as he wandered around your apartment shirtless, his toned body glistening with sweat, your thighs needily brushing together at the sight, but your body feeling too exhausted because of the heat to act on your desires. You thought that as soon as you arrived here, you’d finally get to have him, but instead, you have to wait, again.

A warm breeze suddenly stirs the bushes and leaves around you, and you frown, shifting uncomfortably as the heat washes over your body. Frustrated, you huff and place your boring book on the table near the hammock, the movement making you finally aware of the amount of sweat sliding down your back. You try to ignore it, but it only makes you shiver. So, desperate for relief, you sit up as best you can, yank off your thin tank top, and toss it to the ground.

“Yeah, much better—” you mutter as soon as you’re left in just a pair of panties and your favorite white bralette under the branches of the big willow tree extending above you.

With a satisfied smile, you stretch before taking a long sip of your now almost warm drink, basking in the slightly fresher breeze brushing over your body. Looking around, your eyes fall to the door leading to the living room, and you wonder just how much longer Seokmin will be out. You miss him and—

“Honey? I'm back!” 

Just as you were about to reach for your phone and call him, you hear a cheery voice coming from inside the house, the windowed door soon sliding open, revealing your smiling boyfriend. He’s quick to cross the garden until he’s in front of you, leaning down to peck you on the lips before pulling back.

You frown and take off your glasses, about to grab him by the arm and pull him down to give you a proper kiss, but then he dangles a pink plastic bag full of several carton boxes in front of your face, and your eyes light up.

“You found them?” you ask, and your boyfriend chuckles when you hurry to get on your feet.

“Of course I did—what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?” he chuckles as you empty the bag's contents onto the hammock. You squeal in delight at the sight of all your favorite flavors of ice-cream, and he beams with joy when you wrap your arms around his neck, pushing his sunglasses up his face before pulling him down for a deep, unexpectedly sloppy kiss. Your nails gently scratch the nape of his damp neck, causing him to hungrily nip at your lips as he breathlessly declares, "If this is the thanks I get, I'll buy you these every day, sweetheart."

With a smile, you squeeze him closer, disregarding the sweat beginning to form where your bodies meet as you gaze into his warm eyes. “I suppose you'll have to, won't you?” you tease.

Loudly pecking his lips again before breaking your sweat-inducing hug and picking the plastic bag off the floor, “Come on now, let’s put these all in the freezer before they melt.”

“Oh, right,” he says, hiding a frown as he helps you put all the boxes back into the bag until you pick up that box, and his eyes widen as your lips curl into a smile.

“Dick-shaped popsicles?” you tease, watching his ears turn pink as you inspect the box with amusement.

“Oh, yeah, it’s—” he stutters, “These were the last ones.”

You tilt your head, a grin spreading across your face. “Really? These were the last popsicles left in the whole store?” Without waiting for his answer, you take one out of the box and unwrap it. Your eyes widen when you see it's much bigger than you expected, and Seokmin shivers, wetting his lips that still taste of you as you trace the icy length and details with your finger, “Damn, this even has veins.”

It’s clear that you’re starting to toy with him based on your teasing grin, and his heart rate quickens as you finally stick out your tongue and leisurely lick the popsicle. He blinks slowly, his eyes fixed on your lips and tongue as you repeat the action, his cheeks and neck becoming warmer with each slurp until you pop the popsicle inside of your mouth, but not before saying, "Mmm, peach flavored too. Good boy."

Seokmin gulps as he watches you pick up the bag left on the hammock and walk back inside, ass jiggling with every step you take. He follows after you with a primp to his step.

Seokmin feels like he's on the verge of exploding.

It’s late in the afternoon, and the scorching temperature outside has him wishing he could spend a few hours chilling in the freezer to get rid of the persistent sweat and stickiness that has clung to his skin since this morning’s long trip and errands. But now, with you acting like that—pretending not to notice his gaze while basically deep-throating the life out of that damned cock-shaped popsicle in your hands—the heat in his body keeps going up, and it’s making him dizzy with want.

This is your second lolly of the day, and he knows that you’re dragging out this one's lifespan for as long as you can, and oh—you’re doing it again.

Popping the popsicle in your mouth and shifting your position in the hammock, you move around to get into a more comfortable position to pretend-read the book resting on your legs, all that movement making your tits relentlessly jiggle in your bralette. 

He hates how easily that pulls a groan out of him.

Clearing his throat and in desperate need of a distraction before he pounces on you, he leans forward to grab his phone from the table right next to you, but then your eyes meet again, and he notices an evil, evil twinkle in yours before you go for another sloppy lick from the base to the top of the dripping popsicle, making sure to seize all droplets, your tongue swirling around the icy top before engulfing it in your warm mouth and sucking—hard. You even moan as you gulp down the peachy flavor, eyes trained on him, and all he can think is that you're the devil incarnate for this.

Fuck, and now you’re even tracing the veins of said popsicle with the tip of your tongue, making him think back to all the times you’ve done it to him, and how much he wants his own cock to replace it with right then and there. He knows you’d be down for it with no hesitation by the signals you’re sending him, but this heatwave is killing him, and the usually inviting thought of your warmth wrapped around him makes him wince today.

And shit, would it really be so terrible if he pulled you into the cold shower with him for, like, 10 minutes, even though you had raved about spending the entire day outdoors the whole trip here? Probably. And by the looks of it, it seems like you’re willing to do anything but hop off the hammock.

Your boyfriend falls back on his seat, a defeated look on his face, and you loudly release the lolly from your mouth to giggle at him, causing his tongue to poke the inside of his cheek in annoyance—Seokmin knew he would come to regret his purchase. He’s already pent up and buzzing with the need to have you at all times of the day on a normal day, but this is just making it worse.

“You're such a fucking tease, you know that, right?” Seokmin rasps, and you glance at him with a wide grin on your lips.

“Oh, I know.” you declare as you finally put your book down and turn to lay on your side to face him, sucking on the tip of the popsicle until it turns white as you think about your next words. Your tone is sultry when you speak again, “Why don’t you teach me a lesson then, honey? My mouth is so cold and so needy for real cock; why not make use of it to cool you down?”

His jaw drops at your words, but his dick jumps at them. Cheeks burning, lower stomach flipping upside down, and eyes wide, a shiver goes through him when you move to rest your weight on your elbow in an effort to keep the lolly as still as possible just below your chin before you lower your head and take it in your mouth again, but this time, replicating how you do it to him to the T.

Sounds included.

The veins on the dick-shaped popsicle have long melted, but you acted as if they still were there, tracing invisible ridges with your tongue while locking him in with your gaze, lewdly tracing his jaw and lips and body as you let out the filthiest, most obscene sounds choking on something that aren’t his fingers nor his cock.

You then start vigorously bobbing your head up and down it, one of your perked nipples slipping out of your bralette because of the steady movement. Seokmin clenches his fists on the armrests of his chair at that, jaw tensing up when he feels a dribble of precum sliding down his length with every second that goes by, curved tip staining the front of his shorts as it rubs against the fabric. A wave of annoyance goes through him when you let out an exaggerated moan—he’s had enough of your games.

“God, fuck it–” he hisses as he finally springs up from his seat and takes one long stride until he stands in front of you. You look up at him, a victorious twinkle in your eye as you slide that peach-flavored lolly out of your mouth. Seokmin spots the tiniest string of saliva connecting your mouth to it and he groans, cupping your cheek with his big hand, thumb swiping your cold bottom lip. “You’re insane–”

Instead of answering, you open your lips, tip of your chilly tongue flicking his fingertip before enveloping it in your mouth, so pleasantly fresh he shivers. You make a show out of lapping at his digit, moaning and panting around it, making him go insane with the need to fuck your throat raw. 

A loud gasp leaves you when he suddenly pulls his thumb out of your mouth to grab a hold of your jaw, tilting it upwards to look him straight in the face. Your lower stomach tightens at the sight of him towering over you, thighs rubbing to give you some kind of relief as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, nudging his head to the side in a silent command to suck on the sweet popsicle again. “Want your mouth all nice and cold for me, yeah?”

With no need to repeat twice, you comply, and it’s then that he lets go of your face to slide his shorts just down enough to set his aching cock free, his flushed tip slapping against his lower stomach, on his dark, happy trail. It’s so close you can see it twitch, so close you can almost taste it. 

Soft speckles of sunlight peek through the leaves and dance on him, the beams making the precum sliding down his length look shiny and so appetizing. Dizziness clouds your vision when you see your boyfriend let a dribble of spit fall down from his mouth to his stiff cock before he wraps his hand around it, squeezing and languidly stroking it as you make quick work of the icy treat. You need his dick in your mouth asap.

You whimper when he abruptly grabs a fistful of your hair to tilt your head up. “Enough.” he hisses, slapping his cock on your cheek as you free your mouth of the lolly, panties stuck to your cunt, transparent and sticky by the time your cold tongue makes contact with his drooling head.

“Oh, f-fuck,” Seokmin’s hips jerk forward at the stark difference in the burning temperature of the afternoon air surrounding your bodies and your chilly lips and tongue kissing and lapping at his length. Humming as you swipe your wet muscle all around his bulbous head, you shuffle closer to him, wrapping your hand around the freezing, melting popsicle before you go to wrap your boyfriend's cock with the same, now cold, hand. “Ah, yeah–”

His mouth hangs open as you start jerking him off while you go for another lick at the sweet ice, cooling your mouth off before latching onto his length, moaning around it when he harshly tugs at your hair. Eyes trailing up his towering figure, you whimper at the sight of his glistening skin under the sun, the droplets of sweat rolling down his face and stomach and beefy arms making him look like a fucking sex god. 

“So wet,” A strained pant leaves him when you start suckling on his tip, his hips jerking forward as you take more of him in your mouth, his lengthy dick sticky and throbbing in your hand. A few shallow snaps of his hips make you whine around him, the knot in your lower stomach tightening at the feeling of his girth stretching your entrance out, at his perfect veins and ridges brushing against the walls of your mouth, at the faint taste of peach mixing with his salty arousal. 

Gosh did you miss this, did you missed him. 

With wide, teary eyes looking up at Seokmin, you relax your jaw when his other hand goes to take a handful of your hair on the other side of your head, his strong hold effortlessly keeping it still. Wetting his lips, his clouded gaze moves on you, and you see his jaw visibly tighten at the sight of your mouth full of him, at the feeling of your tongue slowly lapping at his sticky length. 

He frowns at the feeling of warmth that goes through him, and it’s then he realises your tongue has warmed up. Pulling you off his dick, he groans when he sees a dazed look in your eye as you vigorously jerk him off with your hand, your tits jumping with every stroke. “Cool off that mouth for me again, will ya?”

The sight of you immediately starting to suck and lap at what remained of the melting popsicle while eye-level with his cock was really an experience, and he barely could wait for you to lick off the remnants on the wooden stick before tugging at your hair to direct your mouth to his aching cock, now redder, angrier.

The overwhelming contrast of warmth and chill makes his length jump as his curved, flushed tip roughly hits the back of your throat, where some of that peachy, icy flavor was still sliding down. The feeling makes him shiver in pleasure, his chest and cheeks reddening further as his hips build a steady tempo of harsh, deep snaps. 

Grip on your hair tightening, your boyfriend moans your name when you further relax your throat for him, letting him slide even deeper, where you were so tight he could barely move. Fat tears roll down your full cheeks when, at a particularly harsh snap of his hips, you gag around him, causing him to throw his head back, “S’ perfect–”

Sliding closer to him, you let him do as he pleases with you, letting him bob your head back and forth on his monstrous, sloppy length covered with his precum and your spit, making the slide of your mouth easier, the sounds dirtier as the seconds pass—there's so much you can feel it sliding down your chin and throat, joining your tears, and it makes you whimper.

“Taking me s-so well. My good fucking girl-” Seokmin hisses, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fucks your mouth harder, faster. Your vision becomes blurry with tears once more as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat, tastebuds drinking in the salty taste of him and the sweet taste of peach, which not so surprisingly pair up amazingly—thank fuck there were six more lollies left in that box.

A breeze stirs the bushes around you all of a sudden, the wisp of air washing over your body making you realise just how wet you are. Gliding a hand down your chest and stomach, you feel your underwear with your fingers, and God—you’re dripping.

Your body heat goes up in flames when you brush over your covered clit, stomach flipping when you put pressure on it with your index as you let your boyfriend use your mouth for his pleasure, his precious, loud moans sounding like the most beautiful of songs to your ears. With your tongue expertly working his cock as his groin meets the tip of your nose, Seokmin looks down at you, and your fingers teasing your poor, neglected nub. He smirks.

“You love this, don’t you?”

Eagerly humming around him, you try to nod as much as his tight hold lets you, and he thinks he might cum just at the way you bat your teary eyes up at him, the tiniest of sounds leaving you at his now half-shallow thrusts.

He’s close, he’s so fucking close, his toes curl in the soft grass below, his eyes threaten to squeeze closed, but he forces them to stay open—he can’t not see you gulp down all he’s about to give you. Seokmin’s hips stutter, the knot in his lower stomach about to snap as he rasps out, “Gonna swallow it all like a good fucking girl. Right, honey?”

Your eyes light up at his words, you even manage to let out a muffled “y-yes” before your free hand goes to his base, quickly jerking it off as your eyes lock with his, almost as if begging him to give it to you quicker.

Seconds later, he comes with a harsh snap of his hips and a hiss of your name, his warm, white ribbons of cum filling up your mouth, all of which you zealously gulp down. You help him ride his high by slurping his cock, tongue flat on his spouting tip as his thrusts become weaker, slower, until they stop altogether.

Both your bodies are sticky with sweat, burning with passion and need to be close, so you whimper when he slowly slides his length out of your mouth. With pride, you see it’s perfectly clean, so you open your mouth, tongue out, to show off to your boyfriend. A warm smile springs on his face at that, his cheeks becoming even redder as he tilts your head up and down and left and right, only pretending to check your mouth since he knows how much of a good girl you are for him, before he takes a hold of your jaw with one hand and gives you a long, much awaited kiss.

It leaves you breathless, and for a while, the only sounds that could be heard were those of the rustling leaves, and of you sucking off each other’s faces. When you finally pull away, the sun is setting, your hands cling to his sweaty biceps, one of them trapping you in your place. Chewing on your bottom lip, you watch the beams of light cut through the trees and play on his sweaty face and shoulders as he leans over you. You can’t resist, but slide your hands up to squeeze them.

For a few beats, you stare at each other in silence, waiting for your heavy breaths to slow down. Then, your hand moves to brush his dark, damp hair out of his eyes, and with a raspy voice, you ask, “Going to take a shower now. You coming?”

With a peck at your puffy lips, Seokmin fake-pouts at you as he helps you up from the hammock, “You stole my line, honey.”

An eyeroll and chuckle from you later, he's running after you before you can lock him out of the bathroom.

© 𝖶𝖮𝖭𝖴𝖵𝖲 𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖠𝖫

thoughts on vernon with a gf that has a lower back tattoo?

oh that man is so fucking obsessed with the 90’s/early 2000’s aesthetic he’d see it and immediately want to lock it down. heart eyes 100%.

i imagine he wouldn’t notice for a while… like you wouldn’t have been dating for too long but it’d have been a couple of months. you know and you’ve had sex a few times but always in missionary so he’s never had the chance to see it, not really.

but you’re at the pool together one day and you ask him to put sunscreen on your back and that’s when he finally sees it. the hint of the shape of a heart, tendrils of ink swirling out from its edges are visible over the hem of your bikini bottoms.

vernon’s eyes go wide and he freezes, bottle of sunblock in hand. he’d been mid-squeeze when he noticed and the glob of lotion that was meant to go in his palm lands on his ankle instead.

it’s all he can do not to beg you to pull your swimsuit down and show him the rest of it right here in the middle of this very public space. his mind is suddenly filled with thoughts of you on all fours on his bed, you with your back arched for him as he traces the lines of your tattoo with his fingers— maybe his tongue.

he wants to take you back up to his apartment and give you backshots until one of you taps out, and then go again in the shower against the glass, or bent over the dining room table.

but you just got here. and you’re giving him a weird look. and he has sunscreen on his foot now.

“babe?”

vernon blinks, trying to shake himself out of it. “hm?”

“the sunscreen? i don’t want to get burned.”

“right, sorry,” he apologizes, “got lost in thought for a minute.”

ok guys what about dokyeom’s muscles have you seen the man he’s RIPPED.