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im so not ready for the real concept bc why tf is dokyeomie hAVING TJAT PARK JAEON FROM NEVERTHELESS' TATTOO, IS THE COMCEPT FCKBOYS????
DOKYEOM (fake) TATTOO AAAAAAA. AAAAAAAAA. AAAAAAAAAA RRRRRAAAAAGHJHJHHJJHHHHHH WAAAAHHHHHHHHH
lee seokmin + "holding on to us"
<500 | angst | avy’s october writing challenge
“Hi, cutie! You look a lot like my Seokminnie!!”
You reach out to capture his cheeks with both hands, giggling and squishing his cheeks in glee. He notes how your makeup looks a little runny, that your friends were nowhere around, and that the bartender was keeping you both under a watchful eye. Your phone lights up next to you at a notification, and Seokmin manages to catch what you were looking at so intensely before he walked up to you; a picture of the both of you, taken at a friend’s birthday party only a few months ago.
Before you had broken up.
Seokmin smells the fruity alcohol oozing from you. He kneels down in front of your seat, head tilting as he examines you from head to toe. The bar’s music continues to thump on around you, and the way you’re ditzy even while sitting lets him know just what kind of night you are having.
“I am Seokminnie, pretty.” He can’t help but smile at the way you lit up at the new information, his nickname for you unconsciously slipping through. His hand can’t help but smooth over your hair, petting you as affectionately as he used to.
“Really?! I’ve missed you!” You squeal in excitement, squishing his cheeks even more as you turn towards the pitiful bartender. “See, Yena! I told you he’d come!”
Yena stares back at Seokmin, concern latched on her features as she slides you a water. “She’s had a bit too much to drink, I think.” She gestures towards the cup. “Get her to drink a bit before you leave– don’t do anything either of you might regret.”
Seokmin nods solemnly, lifting the cup to your lips. Wiping the countertop, Yena continues: “Um… She was crying. Like, a lot.” She looks at you, obediently drinking water while swaying to the music, then locks eyes with Seokmin again. “Take care of her.” She doesn’t let Seokmin answer, already whisking away to tend to another customer elsewhere.
“Of course,” he mutters, to himself more than anything. “Always.”
Turning to you, he grabs your small bag before tugging you onto your feet, stabilising you with a strong arm wrapped around your waist.
The already uncomfortable sting in his chest continues to grow as he feels you cosy up to his side, slotting yourself next to him like you were never apart. It's crazy how muscle memory works, both of you fitting into each other like it's second nature. Like it was second nature, he reminds himself again.
“Okay, pretty, let’s get you home, yeah?”
sick hoddie
paring: boyfriend!seokmin x gn!reader
genre : kinda hurt/comfort?, fluff
waring(s): reader is sick and going through a bad time, reader is smaller than seokmin, sweet loving boyfriend!seokmin, seokmin being a sweetheart, mentions of reader feeling inferior, a lot of love.
A/N: i been sick all this week and i'm feeling like shit so i thought that while i rest i can write about being take care of, this is my first long "fic" and english isn't my first language so im sorry if you see any errors anyways enjoy （╹◡╹）
seokmin usually lets people see what he thinks or feels, but the only thing he couldn't expose himself would be to talk about how much he likes to see you in his hoodies, at first it was normal, he realized from the beginning realize how forgetful you are, on one of your first dates the time passed quickly than he thought and soon enough it was night, normally the weather tends to get cold, you being yourself forgot about bringing a hoodie just in case, but Seokmin, seeing how uncovered you were, didn't hesitate for a second and he offered you his hoodie.
this was his downfall
Seeing yourself so small when wearing his sweatshirt, along with that feeling that everyone around you knew was his sweatshirt and that you were now occupying it for some reason filled him with pride and love.
But this was just the beginning
Now a few months has passed, you and seokmin are celebrating 5 months of being together, he has always been a romantic so he decided to invite you on a date, everything was fine until now, you didn't expect to wake up so sick. When you woke up the first thing you felt was a huge headache, combined with a sore throat and a stuffy nose, it was the perfect match for feeling like shit
You decided to continue with the day and you got up to wash your face. When you did so, you felt a breeze of cold and loneliness consuming you. A feeling of isolation was so big that you just wanted a hug and to feel good sooner, remembering that your boyfriend a few days ago "unintentionally" left his hoodie in your place, you didn't think twice and put it on. At the moment you did so, you felt the smell of your boyfriend invading your nostrils and the heat of the sweatshirt helped you feel a little better.
After a few minutes of sitting on your bed complaining while you coughed and sneezed, you heard the ringtone of your phone. When you answered it, you were welcomed with the melodious voice of your boyfriend, "good morning sweetie, how did you sleep? Are you ready for our day?" he asked enthusiastically, you instantly felt guilty upon hearing so much emotion on his part, when you opened your mouth to respond your body betrayed you (more than it already was) and with a weak voice you replied "good morning handsome, I slept well but I waked up being sick, I'm so sorry" Seokmin, being the attentive boyfriend, was able to realize the state you were in, not taking any importance to the plans he had for today and dedicating all his attention to you, he spoke "hey it's okay, Do you want me to go see you?" He asked gently, probably even if you refused he would come anyway, but you felt too tired to fight him so you just accepted with a weak smile.
After a few minutes you heard a knock on the door, with the little strength you had you went at a slow pace to open the door, when you did so you were greeted by the warm smile of your boyfriend "I'm sorry if took too long honey, I went to buy some things for you." "he said lovingly and then upon entering he kissed you on the forehead you replied with a hug.
He instantly realized that the hoodie you were wearing was his, feeling your weak touch made him realized how much you needed him, a few minutes after his arrival you found yourself wrapped in blankets as he showed you the things he bought you, among them were medicines, some vegetables and your favorite snacks.
Throughout the morning he was constantly checking on you, first he made you take the medication that he previously bought, while he tucked and left you in a comfortable place, he went to the kitchen to make you the miraculous "mingyu's sick soup" that in his words always helped him get better when he got sick, every now and then he would come back to you asking about your health.
When Seokmin finished cooking, he brought you the food. At this rate, you couldn't resist anymore and you burst into tears, which alerted your boyfriend.
"Hey honey, what's wrong? Don't you want to eat?" He asked worriedly as he took your face in his hands carefully wiping your tears with his thumbs. As you calmed down you looked at him with a pout and opened your mouth "I'm sorry for ruining our day, now we could have done what you had planned but you're here taking care of me." as if I were a child" you said between sobs, you tried to speak again but Seokmin's voice cut you off "hey beautiful, it's okay, you haven't ruined the day, if I'm here it's because I want to take care of you because I love you and I want to see you well "Apart from the fact that I don't care what I had planned, what I wanted was to spend the day with you" he said softly while leaving small kisses on your head, after reassuring you he began to feed you, with the excuse that you don't have to do any extra work, you just have to rest and let him love you.
In what remained of the day, Seokmin dedicated it to you, making sure you ate, that you were comfortable and, above all, showering you with kisses and hugs, even with your protests that you were going to make him sick, he couldn't care less since he The only thing I wanted was to see you smile.
Now you were watching the series that you liked so much, Seokmin was under you while his arms surrounded you, his hand was gently placed on your head giving you small caresses and it was at that moment where you realized that Seokmin's love was enough to be able to make you feel better than you ever thought.
Do u ever like a person where it's not a crush kind of like but more of a "I adore this human being and if anything happens to them, I'm gonna die" kind of like.
Slay you deserve a million followers for teach me series. Can I request DK or MG kabedon? 🥹 humor or serious or against all odds angst would make my dreams come true you’re amazing
NGL I had to look up what that was and I can only imagine humor but this ended up super fluffy too im sorry for no angst anon 😔
Please accept this as my apology!!!
Pairing: Lee Dokyeom x fem!reader
Genre: humor, suggestive, fluff
Warnings: reader loves a boozy brunch, and they have a dachshund named Mango,
Note: Mayhaps be read as a long long long away epilogue of Teach Me couple
“Damn, you shit with that ass?” You drunkly smile at your boyfriend attempting to shuffle you inside your shared apartment.
When you swat at the curve of plump flesh, Dokyeom rolls his eyes with a groan. He can’t help but smile despite his exasperation with your antics. Bold comments from you has a special way of turning him into a blushing stuttering mess despite years of dating. Something about the brazen way you declare your interest after so much time together sends his heart into orbit, millions of butterflies filling his chest until he is convinced it’ll explode.
But the hallway of your apartment complex at two in the afternoon on a Sunday is not high on Dokyeom’s list of places to be felt up by his girlfriend. Coupled with the knowledge he only has so much time to get you horizontal before you refuse to move yourself, Dokyeom is too stressed to enjoy the usual banter you supply after too many mimosas at brunch with your friends.
The chilled metal door gives way under your combined weight, throwing Dokyeom forward as his feet fail to find their grounding — a firm thud ricocheting through the space under the bounce of his shoulders against the plaster wall.
A smack! echoes in response under your hand landing above his shoulder, pinning a wide eyed Dokyeom underneath your hips as you’re dragged forward by momentum.
“So…do you come here often?”
“To our house?” Dokyeom responds, eyebrows furrowing in amusement.
Crowding into the limit spacefurther, you watch him through your lashes— failing to realize your attempt at coyish allure leaves you resembling a round eyed calf.
Your slow blinks force a guffaw from his lips, shaking your stomach where it touches his own as the crown of Dokyeom’s skull meets the wall behind him.
Pouting as he works through the last of his giggles, you twirl with a huff; nose in the air as you trudge towards the living room.
Mango doesn’t rise from her sprawl across the couch, belly up as she basks in the sun flooding from the glass doors leading to the balcony. Her long golden hair spills onto the couch beneath her oblong body as she watches her parents with little interest.
Tangling your arms around her, you hold her tightly to your chest. “My baby!”
A sharp bark of displeasure answers, followed by your boyfriend gently setting her back on the couch as you sigh forlornly.
“No one in this house loves me.” You wail, stomping your foot while the familiar heat of Dokyeom’s arms curl around your waist once more.
“C’mon babe, let’s go lay down.”
Digging your heels into the ground, you turn to face him. “You love me, right?”
“Always.” Dokyeom smiles, a sweet kiss between your wrinkled brows signing his confession.
“Ew, I have a boyfriend!” You gasp, failing to wiggle out of his grip.
Distracting you in an effort to coral you into the bedroom, Dokyeom plays along. “Oh?”
“Yeah, and he’ll kick your butt!”
“Will he now?” Dokyeom nods, managing to work you out of the living room and down the hall.
“Yeah! And he’s all big and buff.”
“Oh, really? And he’ll fight me for you?”
You sigh once more, “No, he’s too nice.”
“Too bad.”
“I know, he’s really hot when he’s angry.”
Dokyeom fills that tidbit of information away for later, focusing on slipping the tight denim stretched across your hips down so you can sleep comfortably.
“What else do you like about your boyfriend?” He prompts, lifting each leg to free you from the offending garment before gently pushing you to sit on the bed while he works off your shirt.
Arms raised over your head, you eagerly list of the things you love about your boyfriend; a goofy faraway grin brightening your face.
“He’s the best! He’s funny and he’s really sweet and,”
Continuing to prattle on, you don’t notice the way your boyfriend falters under the praise you so eagerly throw his way.
“And Dokyeom is like perfect with kids especially my nieces! I can’t wait until we have kids.”
Kids.
You want kids. With him.
It wasn’t as if it had never been a topic of discussion. You both had been clear from the start that it was a something you’d wanted. But kids and marriage were always a distant goal for you two, nothing to consider for a least a few more years.
But you think about having kids with him. And suddenly he wonders what it’d be like.
Images of babies fill his head; ones with your eyes and his nose, smart like their mom but with their dad’s sense of humor. Bald and perfectly chubby in that cute way only babies are. Then it’s two little girls filling his ears with shrill giggles as he chases them around the living room with your own laughter chiming in from the couch.
Oh boy.
“But we have to get married first. And you can’t tell him I told you but," Comically looking left and right, eyes impossibly round, you drop into a whisper. "I found a ring in the dresser so I think he’ll ask me soon.”
You rock back and forth, feet kicking just above the shag rug as Dokyeom digs up an old shirt from the very dresser he’s had a certain ring hidden in for the past few months.
Finding his voice, albeit shakily, Dokyeom pries for more information.
“If he asks, what would you say?”
A brilliant smile lights your face — blinding in joy, putting all the wonders of the world to shame. You practically glow as you look up at him with so much emotion Dokyeom thinks he might pass out.
“That I’d love to marry you.”
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
Ok so this photo has me thinking… how would we all feel about Soccer Star!SVT plots? Like especially DK?? Wowowowow
Update: did turn this into a small fic! which you can read HERE please let me know if I should continue, add other members, etc.
Sleepless
“Hold the door!” A familiar voice shouts from the platform as you board the metro.
Smiling, you stick your arm in front of the door and watch as Seokmin runs to you. He gives you a sunny smile as he hops into the train car, and you take the empty window seat across from each other.
“Cutting it close again,” you chide. It’s impossible not to smile back at him — today is a gloomy, drizzly day, and you have quite the train ride before arriving at your destination, but he makes you feel warm.
“Well,” he says, rummaging in his bag before pulling out a paper-wrapped object and handing it to you, “it is not without just cause.”
You unfold the paper to reveal a powder-dusted croissant studded with almonds. “Almond crème?” You exclaim, looking at him with shining eyes.
“It’s the only choice, really,” he says, echoing your own words from your first breakfast hangout months earlier, zipping up his bag.
You hold the croissant up to his nose. “You get the first bite,” you say.
“But it’s your favorite!” He protests.
“I don’t see a croissant for you,” you say sternly. “Now bite it. I’m hungry.”
He shrugs resignedly and bites into the croissant, giving a thumbs up. “Delicious,” he says.
You eat some of the croissant yourself. It’s perfect. You close your eyes in delight and Seokmin laughs. “I love watching you eat,” he says. “You never hold back.”
You blush. “I didn’t realize I was being so ostentatious.”
He is quick to reassure. “It’s wonderful, truly,” he says. “It’s actually quite cute.”
You blush harder. His eyes are wide and earnest behind a pair of wire-rimmed glasses, and it’s a performance day — so his hair is combed back like a prince’s, perfectly complementing the aquiline shape of his nose and his regal, high cheekbones.
“Are you okay?” He asks you, bringing you back to earth. You realize that you were staring, and shake yourself a little.
“Yeah,” you say, in an attempt to be breezy that comes out breathy and forced, “I think I’m just nervous for the solo today.”
His eyes soften. “You’ve worked so hard,” he reminds you gently. “You’re going to be incredible.”
You feel a lump in your throat at this praise. “Thanks,” you say, clearing your throat. “Are you nervous?”
He shrugs. “Yeah, but I’ve practiced a lot. I think I’ll be okay.”
You nod, watching him carefully — knowing he is prone not to talk about his feelings for fear of being burdensome. But he does seem fairly calm, not fidgeting or avoiding eye contact like he does when he’s nervous. You relax a bit.
The metro gets more and more crowded the further you travel. When a pregnant woman with a small child boards your car, Seokmin immediately stands up and gestures her into his seat, and you stand and help the little boy into yours. The two of you grab the overhead rail, bracing yourself for when the train moves.
A couple stops later, an inebriated man stumbles into the train. His eyes immediately latch on you, and he takes a lumbering step forward, pointing at you with a dirty fingernail. He says something in French, so slurred that you can't understand him.
And then the train lurches forward. In a swift move, Seokmin pulls you into him, almost like you're dancing, and turns smoothly to put himself between you and the man as he stumbles yet again, colliding with Seokmin's broad shoulders.
You feel the impact against Seokmin's chest, but he is holding you at the waist so tightly and his feet are planted so well that you both keep your balance. Seokmin looks over his shoulder -- peering around his arm, you see that the drunk man has fallen over. An older man, probably in his 40s, helps him into a seat and speaks some stern words to him in French. He nods at Seokmin, who gives him an uncertain nod back, smiling hesitantly, and then turns to look down at you.
With one arm, Seokmin is holding you against him. With the other, he is reaching above your head and holding the overhead railing. As you look at each other, Seokmin's cheeks go pink, and he releases you. "Sorry," he says.
"No," you blurt, "I mean, thank you. If you hadn't have done that, I might have gotten hurt."
He looks down at his shoes in a rare shy moment. "I'm glad you're not hurt."
The rest of the train ride passes in silence. That moment of closeness has brought up feelings for Seokmin that you're convinced anyone who spent any amount of time with him couldn't help having. Because honestly, you think to yourself, how could you not fall in love with him? Not only was he physically beautiful, with a smile that could probably convince flowers to grow in the winter, but he was funny and silly without ever being mean, easy-going and temperate, and incredibly kind to everyone. He listened attentively, responded to things he didn't understand about you with curiosity and empathy, and showed genuine care for you in every situation. You have to constantly stop yourself from brushing his cheek with the back of your hand, from leaning your head on his shoulder, from holding him too tightly whenever he gave you one of his soul-healing hugs. Thinking about how he had protected you, even from something so minor, makes your heart ache with a desperate longing for him.
He interrupts your daydreams once again. "That's our stop," he says, and you nod. You get off the train with your violin case, headed to the square where your concert is to take place. Seokmin says goodbye at the barricades -- he has to go meet up with his fellow singers, but before you turn to leave, he grabs your hand. "Good luck," he says, grinning at you, and sneaking a quick kiss on the back of your hand before releasing it and running off.
You try not to think about that as you warm up and rehearse with the other orchestra members. Then, with only an hour left, you find a quiet corner to rehearse your solo. Your fingers remember the notes perfectly -- all the practice has paid off. You enter the concert feeling confident.
Many people have gathered on the outside steps of the Opera Garnier, around the barricades, to hear your group play. The chorus students begin their song, and you accompany on your violin as planned. Then, Seokmin steps forward for his solo, and you pull out your music.
His voice is just as powerful and sweet as ever as he begins the opening phrases of Nessun Dorma. You try not to cry when the chorus chimes in, and Seokmin steals the show with his beautiful high notes. Then, it's your turn. You feel eyes on you as you play a solo arrangement of the refrain of Nessun Dorma, one that you wrote yourself. As you finish, the crowd claps loudly, and you find yourself looking for him -- for Seokmin, knowing he'd be watching, hoping he'll be proud of you.
When you finally see him, he is looking at you already. You think you see, across the performing space, a tear sliding down one cheek, and he is beaming at you, his eyes full of some extremely deep emotion. You have to fight off the sudden urge to run to him and kiss him on the mouth in front of all these people.
After the whole show is over, he finds you. He takes you in his arms, and you feel him rest his chin on the top of your head, cradling your neck in his hand. "You were amazing. I couldn't help but cry," he says, his voice soft.
You pull back and look at him. Even now, his eyes are looking a bit brighter than usual. "I'm so glad you liked it," you say, and before you can stop yourself, you brush a falling tear from his eyes.
He gazes at you, searching your face, seemingly lost for words, before finally saying, simply, "walk with me."
And you do. You walk with him through the darkening streets of Paris with one hand in his, the other gripping your violin case. Just his hand in yours has started shivers down your spine, and you try to be normal as he interlocks his fingers with yours after awhile, making it clear he isn't letting go. You don't speak until you've passed into view of the Seine, across the river from where the Eiffel tower stands, glittering in the darkness.
He turns to you and takes a deep breath. Somehow, the streets are empty, so there is no one around and nowhere to look but you. He looks at you for a few more seconds before he says it. "I love you," he says.
You feel your eyes go wide. Seokmin gives a nervous chuckle, running his hand through his hair feverishly, before going on. "I love you, and I don't know if there's any way I can avoid talking about it anymore. These past few months have been the best months of my life, but they've also been torture. I'm in an impossible position. It's either tell you all of this and risk losing you forever or never say anything and absolutely burn up inside." He leans against the railing of the bridge you're on, seemingly agitated.
He turns back to you. "The only reason I'm saying anything," he says, leaving the railing and stepping closer to you, "is because you might feel the same way." He takes your hand, looking into your eyes. "Do you?"
You feel a smile creeping onto your face as euphoria sweeps over you. "You love me?" you ask him.
His eyes have turned tender and soft. He gives you a soft, gentle smile as he answers, "more than my own life."
You can't help but throw your arms around him. He catches you instinctively, but then his arms wrap around your waist and he buries his face in your neck. He holds you for what feels like forever, and then he pulls back. Tilting your chin up toward him with his forefinger’s knuckle, he leans in just before your lips meet. He hesitates, then smiles, then brushes your lips with his - a test, one that leaves you breathless.
And then he kisses you for real. With his hand at the back of your neck, his lips meet yours again, gentle but insistent. He kisses you over and over again, his hands sliding from your neck to your waist. When you’re finished, you’re both breathless. Seokmin holds you close to him, brushing a hand over your hair and kissing the top of your head. Then he laughs. “We really went for it, didn’t we?”
You laugh and nuzzle into his chest. “Finally,” you agree.
blanket fort | seokmin
haven't published anything in 5ever so here's a lil drabble. seokmin is so cute and silly and i would love to build a fort with him <3 also idk but i don't think there's any warnings.
"you didn't think this through, at all, even a little bit."
"sure didn't."
"have you ever built a blanket fort before?" you ask with an amused shake of your head.
"not even one time," seokmin admits, and you both giggle.
"really? tragic." you kiss his fingers intertwined with yours as you look at the mess on the living room floor in front of the TV. there was almost nothing that identified it as even an attempt at a fort -- just a clump of sheets, fluffy blankets, and the occasional pillow or two. "why didn't you ask for help?"
"because," he sasses, "i was trying to surprise you." he pulls out his phone and shows you a photo of an incredible blanket fort on pinterest. "this was my goal. and this is the reality." he can't help but laugh at himself.
the fort in the picture is beautiful, strung with fairy lights and made of cute floral blankets. it doesn't resemble the knotted lump in the center of the room at all, but you're still touched that he tried. "well, i have amazing news," you tell him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "i'm the best blanket fort-builder in the universe."
"well, that's quite the claim," he says, wrapping his own arms around your waist and pecking you on the lips. "wanna back it up?"
and so, in the fading, golden afternoon light, you help the most beautiful boy in the world build a blanket fort. the pile of blankets transforms into a tent-like structure around the TV. seokmin helps you drag the mattress into the fort, and the two of you snuggle together while you watch your favorite show, his hands dragging soft lines across the back of your arms. somehow, these tiny moments are the things that give your life the most meaning -- laying here with seokmin on a windy fall evening, feeling loved and protected in his arms.
"you were right," he mumbles sleepily, interrupting your gentle thoughts.
"about what?"
"you are the best fort-builder in the universe."
i’m trying to find these specific fics if anyone knows which ones i’m talking about please let me know!!! one of them is a Dk fic where him and the reader are neighbors (i think) and he gets drunk and confesses to the reader and then avoids the reader. i think the title was something along the lines of “the one smiling guy” (???) and then the second one was a dino fic and it was idol!au this one was like like a one shot smau and the screenshots were mainly on text messages and twitter. the reader was there for him through out majority of his life before and after debut. i can remember some parts of the smau where it was a recap of a live and one of the members revealed that dino lets the reader call him otter or baby otter. i think the last screenshot of the smau was of them confirming their relationship on twitter
i know this was long and i’m not sure if lots of people will see this but hopefully i can find them soon 🙏🏻
Happy beginning.
Pairing: Dokyeom x gn!reader
Genre: fluff
Synopsis: nobody has ever and will ever love you as much as he does.
Sometimes you found yourself thinking about love and what it was. Pretty cliché, but was it supposed to feel so warm?
You always thought that it was supposed to be hard, full of suffering so you could eventually get your "happy ending." So back then you didn't question your past experiences.
You always thought that the heated arguments and the often given silent treatment was a part of it all, part of being loved and being in love; so when you and Dokyeom first started dating, you were confused.
Why was he being so sweet? Nah, it's just the honeymoon phase. Why isn't he mad when you made a mistake? Was this normal?
One moment you were thankful, and the other you were worried that this will only last a little while, but it has been a bit more than a year since you started dating and he has never changed, not a bit.
He would always try his best to make you laugh. Instead of arguing he would talk it out, no matter what the problem was. He would ask for your opinion on every little thing. He would wake you up gently with kisses and hugs while whispering sweet good mornings into you ear.
On days you were upset he would come to your rescue with a huge tub of ice cream and your favorite snacks, hugging you to his chest and telling you everything was gonna be fine. That he'll always be there for you, no matter what.
And he'd never let you sleep while upset. He'd always want to resolve any issues before you go to bed so you could both go to sleep cuddled into each other's arms.
With every minute that passes his affection gets stronger and warmer and it makes you feel all jumbled and confused because what does he see in you for him to love you this much, to treat you this well?
And when you were both watching a sappy romance movie, you decided to ask a question that has confused you for the past few months.
"Kyeom, what do you like about me this much?"
He immediately looked at you like you were speaking gibberish. What do you mean? This is the dumbest question ever. Is there something not to like about you?
"No- I mean like, you treat me so well and you're literally the best boyfriend ever but is there really something that I had done that makes me deserve all this?" You were starting to get nervous and Dokyeom was still looking at you like you were insane.
You immediately found yourself being pulled into his chest.
Thump
Thump
Thump
It was too loud, too fast.
"Do you hear that? That happens because you exist. I can't imagine another day without you. It isn't a matter of what I like about you, it's that I like everything about you way too much that it drives me insane that you might even think for a second that you deserve any less than this."
He looked more serious that you had ever seen him. It wasn't just how his words made you feel something flip inside, but also how he looked at you while saying it. How you could genuinely feel it—how much he loved you.
You had never felt it, except with him. You felt loved.
"Maybe you could ask me about dolphins or something or if I'd love you if you were a worm—and I would. But don't you even think that you can or that I'd even let you question if you had to 'do' something. The only thing you need to do is allow me to love you to my heart's content."
Yup, that was the happy ending—no, it wasn't a happy ending. It was a happy beginning to a future that would only be even happier.
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i’m trying to find these specific fics if anyone knows which ones i’m talking about please let me know!!! one of them is a Dk fic where him and the reader are neighbors (i think) and he gets drunk and confesses to the reader and then avoids the reader. i think the title was something along the lines of “the one smiling guy” (???) and then the second one was a dino fic and it was idol!au this one was like like a one shot smau and the screenshots were mainly on text messages and twitter. the reader was there for him through out majority of his life before and after debut. i can remember some parts of the smau where it was a recap of a live and one of the members revealed that dino lets the reader call him otter or baby otter. i think the last screenshot of the smau was of them confirming their relationship on twitter
i know this was long and i’m not sure if lots of people will see this but hopefully i can find them soon 🙏🏻
dk_is_dokyeom
Happy Birthday DK! 180222
pov: seventeen are happy to see you
Bus
Type: Fluff
{Seokmin attempts to introduce you to his friends}
Here you are outside the restaurant about to book it to the nearest bus stop. At first, when Seokmin said he’d introduce you to his friends you thought it would be a great opportunity to get to know him better but at the moment you were a bundle of nerves.
You guys had started dating about a month ago after he asked for your number in a philosophy lecture. He was handsome and he had kind eyes and a blinding smile, of course, you texted him as soon as possible.
Now here you are outside a barbeque restaurant after saying you were “going to the bathroom”. You were so anxious you couldn’t stay in that place a second longer, you made a skillful escape while everyone was talking. I mean how couldn’t you be anxious, they were his friends for years, you’ve only just met him. Part of the nervousness was set in the fact that they weren’t all male, there were a few female colleagues who you thought were absolutely stunning. You saw how happy he was, it made you smile. Suddenly he caught your gaze, very confused he said something and came outside.
“Fancy seeing you here ma’am, this isn’t the ladies room if I recall.”
“I’m sorry, I’m really nervous, I know it’s really stupid but I just wanna go home. I’m sorry Seok...”
“Why? Did someone say something? I swear if Jeong-”
“No one did anything Seok, I just- this is all very new. And I mean your friends are so pretty and I’m not jealous, I think? I felt out of place...”
“Ok and just so you know you were the prettiest babe” he said as he calmly took out his phone, it made you blush.
He grabbed your hand and you guys walked to the nearest rest stop which was only a block away.
“I texted Jeonghyun that were leaving because you felt sick” he said as the last bus of the night stopped before you two.
He tugged your hand as you two sat down, the only ones on the bus beside you guys were the bus driver and a few middle schoolers who were probably on their way home from cram school.
He put his hand over your shoulder. “I met you on a bus...” he spoke quietly.
“No, you didn’t. We met at that one lecture.”
“You met me there. But I clearly remember you a few days before that, you were sat on the bus and smiled like an idiot as you put your headphones in. At that moment I thought that I wanted to make you smile like that everyda-”
“Pphffffff” you slowly slapped his face as he finished making him chuckle and you smiled.
“It’s true! See that smile? That’s the one! The one I love to see when I wake up and kiss you awake.”
“You idiot..” you laughed as you rested your head on his shoulder as you dozed off. Your hands intertwining and lights quickly passing by.
(Sorry this took so long! It’s not that great but I hope you like it! Dedicated too @koukami80)
Imagine friend!Seokmin being left behind by your friend group in a mall while traveling to the US. You guys weren’t that close but you sometimes talked about stupid things like card games and stuff. You see a Halloween display and drag him to go look with you. He’s so taken by the way you smile and how you’re eyes light up when you look at all the scary decorations and fawn over all the cute decor. Yeah, he wants to get to know you better.
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Hey guys! I’ve been gone for awhile haha sorry!
Anyways i’ll be taking any Q&A questions you have as a carat as well as any MTLs you have! I’m still a bit busy so I will be accepting one story request, reminder I write smut and fluff almost exclusively.
So yeah, send your MTLs my way, the story request is first come first serve!