After Nightfall TEASER

after nightfall TEASER

❝ 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁, 𝗒𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗍𝗂.❞

𝖣𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗒-𝗍𝗐𝗈-𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌’ 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌—𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖲. 𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗎, 70𝗌 (𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅) 𝖺𝗎, 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖣𝗎𝖻𝖺𝗂 (!), 𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾, 𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗇!𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 (𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖮𝖱𝖲 𝖣𝖭𝖨).

𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖳. 900 (teaser) | ~12𝗄 (𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝖼)

𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤. 𝖤𝖬𝖡𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖫𝖸 𝖫𝖠𝖳𝖤 𝖮𝖬𝖦 𝖡𝖸 𝖸𝖠𝖸 𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖮𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖱𝖮𝖶 𝖥𝖨𝖭𝖠𝖫𝖫𝖸

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 @svthub 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻, 𝗍𝖺𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍.

Today, you're alone. Mariam has been called away to help with a task, leaving you with a rare moment of privacy to enjoy in your safe refuge—the Palace's library. And although roaming alone between the tall labyrinth of shelves feels somewhat lonely, given that you can't remember the last time you've been left on your own during the day for this long, the sensation of being completely unaccompanied outside your bedroom, with no one quietly walking behind you is... liberating.

Your fingers trail along the spines of the books within reach, eyes absentmindedly scanning the titles engraved on them in search of one that will capture your attention and, hopefully, dispel the persistent thoughts of the handsome, foreign musician who has unexpectedly and suddenly occupied your mind for the past week.

It's been a few days since you saw him lazily playing his oud in the servants' garden from your balcony in the middle of the night, and a mere 37 hours (yes, you were counting) since he gave you the sweetest, most beautiful smile you've ever seen in your entire life when your eyes met as you had tea with your sisters in the gazebo. You still remember the way your heart fluttered at that rather small and insignificant interaction, at how that small gesture caused you to dream about him and his—

You quickly stop that train of thought before it's too late. You can't afford to indulge in them, and you'd hate to look flustered in case you stumble upon one of the palace's servants and a rumor spreads because of your negligence. You have an image to uphold, and you can't possibly draw any attention to yourself when it should be all on your oldest sister. She’s the one getting married to the love of her life in a couple of weeks, and you don't want nasty rumors about yourself to possibly ruin these days for her.

A long sigh leaves your lips as you forcefully (but unsuccessfully) try to shoo the thoughts of him away by distracting yourself with the seemingly infinite amount of books and shelves that quite literally reach the ceiling.

The warm, golden afternoon light dances on the hardwood floor and your elegant dress as you quietly head towards the back of the room, where you always gravitate, since those towering shelves hold foreign volumes (and at times, rather promiscuous ones you always hide in your private quarters to enjoy late at night). Thoughts of the musician in the back of your mind, your eyes light up when they fall on a title you've never seen before—one that seems to be in French—so, curious, you walk closer to take it, getting on your tiptoes to reach the higher shelf, but only managing to touch the bottom of it. You huff and look around for the wooden stool that should be nearby when a voice you've never heard from this close speaks up from your right.

“May I help you, Princess Y/N?”

The gentleness in his voice makes your heart jump, and you swiftly turn to face the man that’s been plaguing your thoughts and dreams every day and night. You feel your cheeks darken when you're met with his signature bright smile and eyes, now framed by a pair of thick-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

Why does he look even more handsome than usual like this? you think, noticing his hair not as perfectly brushed as usual, and him clad in a simple pair of light brown trousers and a white shirt. He tilts his head when you don't answer his question, and you're quick to put even more distance between your body and his before scrambling for an answer, a shy tone laced in your honey-like voice.

“Oh, uh–” you start, looking around nervously, hoping no servants see you and misinterpret your interaction. “Yes, thank you, sir.”

The musician nods as he points to the French book. “This one?” His eyes soften when you mutter a quiet 'yes'. He's quick to get it for you, and you marvel at how much taller he looks this close when he easily slides it out and hands it to you with a warm smile.

“Here, Princess.”

“Thank you, sir.” you give him a half bow as you take the book with both hands, making sure not to touch his long, beautifully manicured fingers, clad with a few rings (but none on his left, ring finger). You hate how your heart jumps excitedly at the thought of this young, stunning man not being married, as if you’ll ever have a chance to pursue anything with him.

He shakes his head at your words and immediately says, “No need for formalities, just call me Seokmin, Princess Y/N.”

“Seokmin.” you repeat, savoring the unfamiliar name on your tongue. It feels intimate, as if uttering it bridges a gap that the strict decorum instilled in you from a young age demands. Clutching the book to your chest—its hard, green cover a shield against the torrent of emotions threatening to betray you—you miss the way his ears and cheeks redden at the sound of his name uttered by you, just as he had dreamed ever since he first heard your voice.

𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 4𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 (𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍)

dokyeom sighs when you finish massaging his hands, but more in defeat than in relief.

"there you go, love", you announce, kissing his forehead before getting up to clean your own hands.

dokyeom sadly looks down at his palms, covered in a white cream. his doctor said he should try this new one, that maybe it would help better with his eczema - and even though he's always so positive, it still sucks to have to go through all this. again.

"how is it?"

"it's okay, i guess. it's not hurting anymore, the bits where my skin opened", he sighs. "how long do i have to be with this again?"

"about 20 minutes, then you can wash it off and apply the other one."

dokyeom just nods. yeah, well, at least it wasn't that bad-

"i know you hate this, but it's okay", you tell him, drying your hands on a towel. "it happens."

"i know", he looks up at you.

again, you lean down to kiss him - on his lips, this time -, and walks out of the bathroom.

"are you hungry? i can make us some dinner."

"wait for about 20 minutes, then we can cook together."

"i'm not letting you c-"

"there are gloves for a reason, darling", dokyeom chuckles. "please? cooking date?"

for the first time tonight, it's your turn to sigh. how can you say no to lee seokmin?

a/n: i hope his eczema gets better again, take care, dokyeomie ❤️🍒.

heyyy thoughts on soft dom chan with a praise kink? 👀

!! mentions of: unprotected sex, oral sex

oh chan would be the sweetest baby. he’s always so eager to please, always itching for praise and admiration. he’d be the type to put your pleasure before anything, solely because he’s in love with the praises that tumble from your lips while he loves you.

he’d be so attentive to your needs, paying attention to what makes you squirm beneath him and what makes your pretty eyes roll back into your skull. he’d have no problem being vocal with you, communicating with you and asking you what you enjoy most. “you like that, baby? want me to go slower? like this?” he’d ask you gently, slowing his fast pace to even, sensual thrusts into your heat. you’d nod quickly, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. “‘s so good c-channie…you’re a-always so good…” you’d slur, tangling your fingers in his hair. he’d groan deeply at your praise, burying his face into your neck and pressing eager kisses against your skin. he’d keep fucking you the way you like, his deep passionate thrusts hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. it wouldn’t take you long before you’re whining his name, telling him how good he’s making you feel and how pretty he is between moans. all of your praise would make him light headed, and he’d have to try so hard to hold back his orgasm. receiving any kind of praise from you would bring him to climax faster than normal. just hearing your fucked out voice in his ear would tip him over the edge, but never before you reach your second or third orgasm <3

some nights he’d have his head between your thighs for hours, dragging his tongue up your slit and savoring the flavor of your arousal. he’d love eating you out. having his head down between your legs and tasting you while you praise him from above? oh that would be heaven for him. he’d eat you out like a starved man, sucking on your swollen bud and shoving his tongue into your hole with fervor. you’d be unable to stop yourself from clamping your thighs around his head, but he’d love it. he’d have no escape, no room to breathe. he’d just be surrounded with the smell of you, overwhelmed by the taste of you. and on top of that, you’d be babbling the sweetest praises while he tongue-fucks you.

“ah—channie…’s so good…tongue’s s-so good.”

“love you so m-much, channie…always want you…”

“don’t stop, channie! g-gonna cum…god, you’re so fucking good…”

the praise would go straight to his cock once again, and he’d just moan desperately against your heat, grinding down onto the mattress for a bit of relief. he felt like he’d blow his load in his boxers solely from your whiny pleading. in that moment, he couldn’t tell who was more desperate. he’d feel like he could beat you when it came to desperation, but he’d be proven wrong as your legs squeeze him impossibly tighter. you’d cum all over chan’s face within minutes, and he’d lap up your slick with no hesitation. you’d fist at his hair, not pulling him away, but attempting to ground yourself. you’d twitch from the overstimulation, and chan would switch to gentle kitten licks against your abused core. he’d relish in your post-orgasm bliss, listening to you mumble about how much you love him and grinding his neglected cock against the bed when you give even the slightest praise.

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a night in berlin—-l.sm

♡ pairing: lee seokmin x fem!reader ♡genre: established relationship with idol!seokmin ♡wc: 1.2k ♡warnings: 18+ MDNI, oral [m. receiving], cum eating, fingering, switch!seokmin, switch!reader, praise kink , pet names, teasing ♡a/n: this can be read as a part 2 of distance makes the heart grow fonder or a stand alone but i did have that couple in mind when i was writing this!! inspired by the absolute snack lee seokmin was today at lolla berlin ♡tags: @seungkw1 @myhimbomingi

He glows on stage, he always does, today is no different. The air on the festival grounds is humid, his sweat glistening on his forehead and dampening his hair. His energy was electric and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him. 

By the time Aju Nice started up for the third time, you firmly believed the song was a punishment from God himself. Just your luck, they decided to punish you so many times you lose count. However, lucky for you, they do have to leave the stage at some point, and the minute you see your boyfriend disappear backstage you’re slipping through the crowd. 

The door to the hotel suite unlocks and opens quickly after you got there. The shining smile of your boyfriend, Lee Seokmin, was the first you see when he comes through the door. 

“Darling!” he pulls you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head, “did you enjoy the set?” 

“Mhmm…” you mumble into his chest, not particularly caring about his sweat soaking his shirt, “You looked so good, Minnie” you felt him smile against your hair at your comment. 

Snaking your hands up around his neck you pull him into a heated kiss. Momentarily surprised, Seokmin took a moment to return your enthusiasm. You swipe your tongue along his bottom lip, greedily requesting access. Whining slightly Seokmin breaks the kiss, 

“Baby…” he sighs, “I need to take a shower” 

“Don’t let me stop you” you huff, untangling yourself from him.  You cross your arms and plop down on the bed, not looking at him.  

“I…” he panicked, “I’ll be so fast, then…then you can have your way with me” he promised. You didn’t respond, better to let him squirm a little.  Realizing he wouldn’t get a reaction out of you that easily he all but ran to the bathroom.  The water turns on quickly afterward and you hear Seokmin shuffling out of his sweaty clothes.  

After a few minutes you figure he is in the large shower by now, letting the warm water run off his tanned skin, loosening his muscles that were well used on stage today. The visual caused you to unconsciously squeeze your thighs together.  Sighing, you decided that was enough waiting for the both of you.  Your shirt was over your head and discarded on the floor before you reached the bathroom door.  

Pulling back the curtain you see Seokmin, eyes closed, under the water, his beautiful cock on full display, buried in his fist.  

“If you needed help you could have just asked,” you remarked, startling Seokmin.  

“Baby…” his eyes snapped open, quickly taking in the fact that you are, in fact, naked, “I tried to wait but…I’m sorry” he whined.  

“It’s okay Minnie,” you climbed into the shower in front of him, “you’ve had a long day,” you positioned yourself with your back to the water and turned Seokmin to face you, “let me help you,” you pouted at him.  You take his trim waist in your hands, “You’ll let me help you won’t you?” you looked up at him, already sinking to your knees, to which Seokmin could only nod, following your sinking form with his eyes.  

Once you were comfortably on your knees on the floor of the large shower stall you replaced his hand with your own.  You gave him a few cursory pumps and ran your tongue against the prominent vein that runs along the underside of the shaft.  These actions earned you more whines from the man above you, “You have such a beautiful cock, Minnie” he had no time to respond to your compliment before you were taking him into your mouth.  

“Oh-” Seokmin breathed, eyes closing immediately and his hand finding the top of your wet head.  You hollowed out your cheeks and took him deeper.  Seokmin gave you time to adjust, as always.  Soon though he was thrusting down your throat, you bobbed your head in order to keep pace with him.  “I do-don’t think I’ll last too long” he informed you, which of course, you took as a challenge and let him shove his cock down your throat until your nose was touching his skin.  “Oh my God” he let out breathy moans and whines.  You thanked the heavens that this was happening in the shower so he couldn’t see that his cock brought you to tears.  

His hips began to sputter and you could tell he was so close to his release.  Having his reactions memorized shouldn’t surprise you anymore but you still aren’t humble when hot strings of cum begin to hit the back of your throat.  You swallow all he gives you and softly suck as you pull back from him, making sure not to waste a single drop.  

He pulls you up, switching your positioning as he does, his back now to the water and your back against his chest.  His lips are on your neck before you have the time to process the movement.   

“You did so well,” he mumbled against your neck, “you always do so well” he praises.  His large hands start to roam your body, one of them stopping on your breast.  He squeezes it in his hand and then moves to pinch your nipple.  A nice purple bruise is forming under his lips at your neck.  His other hand moves ever lower until the pads of his fingers brush your sensitive clit.  You suck in a breath at the contact, “Sensitive already?” he mumbles.  

His fingers circle your clit with slightly more pressure as his other hand continues to tweak your nipple, earning him breathy whines and moans from your mouth.  The hand on your breast moves down your body, squeezing your hip on the way.  He continues his ruminations on your clit and lines up his fingers of the other hand at your entrance.  

“Please” you whine.  

“Please what?” you can hear the smirk in his voice.  

“I need you inside of me, please” with that Seokmin pushes two fingers inside.  Just as you have Seokmin memorized, he has your body mapped out.  He curls his fingers skillfully to reach the spongy spot inside you.  He pumps his fingers in and out, and it isn’t long before you feel the coil in your stomach tighten.  

Seokmin continues to pump his fingers and toy with your clit, it is almost too much.  “Let go, darling,” he whispers breathlessly into your ear.  The coil snaps, your vision is blurred with water and pleasure coursing through you.  Seokmin continues to pump his fingers in and out throughout your climax.  Slowly, he pulls his fingers out and turns you around and presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, he can taste himself in your mouth still but he doesn’t care.  

After a moment of you both coming down from your highs he reaches for your shampoo.  He squeezes some out into his hand and turns you around again.  “Let’s get out of here so we can go to bed,” all you can do is nod while he lathers the shampoo into your hair. 

I NEED svt authors to go wild with the new lollapalooza content, thank you.

Double BaeCation

Feat. Cheol and cheol bae

A/N: After way too long.. I have finally gotten to make this sequel to Being Loved by Shua . There's a lot of space to be delulu and fill in the blanks cause it's mostly a montage-esqu kinda thing. I hope you enjoy. As always, feedback is very much welcome. 22 slides and an itty bitty written part

Warnings: one suggestive text bubble

After the boys found you two giggling behind the funnel cake stand, you all went back to the hotel.

Joshua helped you out of your shoes and guided you over to the balcony.

It's only been two days and you already felt better now that you were with him, in his arms. the entire time that you've been with your boyfriend, he has made sure to check in with you all the way. Be it what you ate, what you felt, what you wanted to do or even what you wanted to say. But if you still felt some type of way about interrupting some sort of balance in his work life, he'd flick your forehead lovingly, grab the sides of your face and cutely, aggressively kiss your the same spot.

He wrapped the little throw blanket around your arms and pulled your back flush to his chest, strong arms secure around your waist and your hands intertwined with his.

"I'm so happy you came. You have no idea, darling." He spoke softly against your temple, lips planting a lingering kiss on the spot.

The smile you had on since he angily tugged you away from his leaders girlfriend and into his hold, has yet to disappear. If anything it's stretched wider than before.

"I'm happy I'm here, with you." You responded, leaning your head against him and looking up at him. "I feel so safe and and at ease with you like this. I don't ever want us to be apart for this long again, please." You furrow your brows a little bit. feeling slightly embarrassed for sounding needy or clingy.

But Joshua doesn't think so at all. In fact, he looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. A hand reaching to angle your jaw so he could lean down and kiss your nose then lips. "I've got you, baby." He kisses you again just a little deeper. "Daddy's got you."

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