dokyeom isn't the best at confrontations. sure, he knows how to stand up for himself when it's needed, and he knows how to protect you if the moment ever comes, but still - he's not like his seungcheol hyung, for an example.
so dokyeom really debates if he should wake you up or not right now. you're sleeping with puffy eyes, your eyelashes still kinda damp, a sulky expression all across your face. he doesn't like seeing you like that, and the way your fingers are holding your pillow with such strenght makes his heart sink even harder.
"jagi...", dokyeom calls softly, a hand resting on your arm. "jagi, wake up."
you stir in your sleep, opening your eyes with cautious. dokyeom is crouched down in front of you, his whole face wet too as his eyes are just as equally red and puffy as yours. he sniffs, being a little bold and letting his thumb caress your skin.
"i'm sorry to wake you up, but i think we should talk", he calmly says, a contrast of how strong and firm his voice were before.
"right now?", you ask in a bittersweet tone, pulling your arm away so he can't touch you.
dokyeom holds back his tears once again, using the back of his hand to clean the little wet spot under his nose.
"yes, please", he nods. "let's not do this. let's not go to bed angry at each other, please."
you watch as dokyeom looks up at you, his lips pressed together and his whole self looking a little... defeated. you know the make up is always the hardest part for him, his sensitive heart and soul doesn't deal well with the way his anxious mind tell him that you're just about to leave, or that he screwed everything up.
you know because you felt before, the way his hands trumbled and he just listened and listened to you, whispering a few 'i'm sorry' when you had your first big fight. still, even back then, dokyeom had never allowed you to walk away from the place you two were (it didn't matter if it was his place, yours, a random restaurant), and never allowed the fight to escalate further than for two days - and, in his own words, he "almost died several times in those two days".
so of course he wouldn't let you sleep your anger and sadness away either. of course he would find a way to get on your better side again before dawn. that's just who dokyeom is, right?
so what could you possibly tell him, other than...
"of course", and a sigh, patting the bed beside you. "come here."
"Do you think they will like it?” “They will love it!”
Deokyeom (like could it be first time meeting his parents type of thing)
You could write anything tho whatever idea pleases you
"Do You Think They Will Like It?" "They Will Love It!"
Pairing: Dokyeom x afab!reader
Genre: fluff, established relationship, drabble
Rating: sfw
Word count: 0.4k
You fidget with the gift box in your hands, nerves crashing over you like waves. Your fingers keep smoothing over the wrapping paper, checking and rechecking every fold. You'd gone all out—sourcing the highest quality fruits and ginseng you could find, and even hand-making rice cakes from scratch. You couldn't afford to make a bad first impression on your boyfriend's parents.
Noticing your anxiety, Dokyeom reaches over from the driver's seat, resting a reassuring hand over yours.
"You'll be fine, sunshine. My parents already love you," he says with a soft smile, glancing at you briefly before returning his eyes to the road.
"I know…I just—what if I mess up and they hate me?" you mumble, frowning.
He lets out a quiet chuckle, then lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it.
"You won't. I promise," he says, voice full of warmth. "They're really excited to meet you. Honestly, I think they might end up liking you more than me."
You manage a small smile, though the nerves still swirl in your chest. "I just hope they like the gift…Do you think they'll like it?"
"They will love it!" he says confidently. "My mom's obsessed with ginseng—says it's her secret to staying young. And I already know your rice cakes are amazing. They'll fall for them, and you, in seconds."
That earns a soft laugh from you, and your shoulders relax just a bit.
Soon, you pull up to his family home. You inhale deeply before stepping out of the car, clutching the gift box tightly. Dokyeom walks over and gently takes your hand, giving it a firm, reassuring squeeze.
The front door swings open before you even reach it, and his mother greets you with a huge, radiant smile.
"There you are! I've heard so much about you—it's so wonderful to finally meet you!" she says, pulling you into a warm hug.
You let out a surprised chuckle, touched by her kindness. So that's where Dokyeom gets his sunshine-like energy from.
"It's so nice to meet you, too," you say, hugging her back.
She ushers you both inside, chatting excitedly. Her eyes widen when you hand her the gift box.
"Oh, sweetheart! You didn't have to!" she gasps, clearly touched. Her smile is contagious, and you find yourself mirroring it without thinking.
The rest of the day flies by. His parents treat you like you're already part of the family—warm, welcoming, and full of praise. When they try your rice cakes, his mom beams and declares they're some of the best she's ever had. You feel your cheeks warm as compliments are showered your way.
Dokyeom leans in, nudging your shoulder with his and flashing you a grin.
fiancé seokmin who has been getting really secretive lately. slipping away a lot, staying up late at night when you're asleep. you're worried. is he getting cold feet
you find out later on— either when you confront him, or at the altar— he's been going absurd lengths to learn your mother tongue behind your back. lee seokmin, husband-to-be, who makes sure his vows are in the words of your childhood. who would he be if he didn't learn all of the languages you could be loved in
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-`♡´- PAIRING: lee seokmin x reader | -`♡´- WC: 1.0K
-`♡´- A/N: outing my mother tongue in this one.... but anyways enjoy yet another office bathroom iphone notes fic
Something is wrong.
It starts small at first. Seokmin slipping away at odd hours, muttering vague excuses about work or helping a friend. You tell yourself it's nothing, that you're just overthinking. But then it becomes a pattern—he’s slipping away more often, staying up late at night when you’ve already fallen asleep, leaving you with nothing but an empty space beside you.
It’s nothing drastic, but your mind races, and you can’t stop wondering if there’s something he's not telling you. You don’t want to jump to conclusions, but you can’t help it. You know him—his gentle nature, his loyalty, the way he’s always open with you. But lately? He’s been so distant, so secretive.
Is he… getting cold feet?
You push the thought away, but it lingers, creeping under your skin. The doubt gnaws at you every time you look at him, every time he runs off to his study, every time his phone buzzes, and he quickly silences it.
One night, when you wake up and find the space beside you cold, you decide you can’t wait any longer. You slip out of bed, padded footsteps soft on the floor as you make your way to the living room. There, you find him, hunched over his laptop, headphones on, his back to you. He doesn’t hear you approach.
You stand in the doorway for a moment, watching him. There’s something about the scene that makes your stomach twist—a strange feeling of both intimacy and distance. The glow of the screen illuminates his face, the way his lips move as if he’s speaking to someone. The soft murmur of his voice, too low for you to catch, only adds to the tension in the air.
"Seokmin?" you say softly, breaking the silence.
He jumps, startled, quickly slamming the laptop shut, like he’s been caught doing something wrong. "Baby! You scared me. What are you doing up?"
Your heart races, but you force the words out, your voice wavering, unsure if you’re ready to hear the truth. "What are you doing, Seokmin? Why have you been acting so secretive lately? Are you… getting cold feet?"
His eyes widen, disbelief flashing across his face. He stands up quickly, stepping toward you with a mix of confusion and frustration. "No! Why would you think that?" he exclaims, his tone softening when he sees the worry in your eyes. "It’s not like that at all, I promise."
"But you’ve been so distant. You’ve been sneaking around and staying up late. I don’t know what to think, Seokmin."
He hesitates, running a hand through his hair as if caught in a bind. You watch him closely, searching for any sign of the man you know and love—the one who would never keep secrets from you. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of silence, he sighs, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
"I’m sorry," he murmurs, looking down. "I should’ve told you sooner."
"Tell me what?" you ask, voice shaking now. "What’s going on?"
He takes a deep breath, pulling you gently toward him. "Baby, I—" He pauses, gathering his words like they’re precious. "I’ve been learning Kannada."
You blink, confused. "What?"
He gestures awkwardly toward his laptop. "I’ve been learning your language. I—I want to say my vows to you in Kannada. On our wedding day."
Your mind races, trying to process the words. Kannada? Your mother tongue?
"But… why?" you whisper, heart pounding in your chest.
Seokmin smiles sheepishly, his ears turning pink. "I just… I wanted to be able to promise you forever in the words that shaped you. The words you grew up with. The language that loves you first. I wanted to make sure that when I stand up there on our wedding day, I’m giving you all of me, in all the ways I can."
Your breath catches in your throat, and before you can stop yourself, tears spring to your eyes. You blink quickly, trying to hold them back, but Seokmin sees it anyway. He reaches out, gently brushing away the tear that’s already slipping down your cheek.
"Seokmin."
He winces. "I’m not very good yet. I’ve been practicing so much, but my pronunciation still sucks. Jeonghan made fun of me last week, and I made my tutor cry—"
"You what?"
"Okay, she was crying from laughter, but still." He groans dramatically, burying his face in your shoulder. "I just—I wanted to do this right. I wanted you to hear it on our wedding day and know that I love all of you. Every part, every language, every version of you that’s ever existed."
There is a lump in your throat, a tightness in your chest that feels dangerously close to crying.
"You—" Your voice shakes. "You learned my language?"
"For you?" He cups your cheek, thumb brushing away the tear that escapes. "Of course I did."
And that is what breaks you. You let out a shaky laugh, burying your face in his neck as you cling to him. "You idiot. I thought you were hiding something terrible."
"To be fair, I was hiding something terrible. My accent is awful."
You pull back, looking at him through damp lashes. "Say something, then. I want to hear it."
He swallows. "Right now?"
"Right now."
Seokmin’s ears go red, but he nods. He takes a breath, searching for the words he’s practiced over and over in secret. And then—
"ನಾನು ನಿನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುತ್ತೇನೆ."Naanu ninna preetisuttene.
The words are a little shaky, thick with his accent, but they are unmistakably clear. I love you.
You let out a soft, broken noise, hands coming up to cradle his face. "Again."
He smiles, eyes shining. "Naanu ninna preetisuttene."
This time, you kiss him. You kiss him with every ounce of love in your body, with the weight of every word he’s ever spoken and every word he’s still learning. He melts into you, laughing against your lips, holding you like he’ll never let go.
"Seokmin," you breathe against his lips. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," he whispers, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm against your face. "I’ll love you in every language I can find, forever."
"God," you murmur when you finally pull away, breathless. "What did I do to deserve you?"
Seokmin grins, nose brushing against yours. "I ask myself the same thing every day."
You shake your head, overwhelmed with love. "Say it again."
I swung my sword straight toward his chest — but he was faster, dodging left before the blade could touch him. I twisted my body in his direction, rage flaring as his smirk only deepened.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded. “Trying to steal our fans? Steal their souls?”
“Well, not just your fans” DK said, raising his hands in mock innocence. “We plan to go after them all.” I didn’t wait — I lunged at him again. He dodged, smooth and fast, and I didn’t notice the demon creeping up on my side until it was too late.
It grabbed my arm, and I yanked away, leaping back and driving my sword into the demon’s chest. It burst into dust. I glanced down — my sleeve was torn, and the marks on my right arm were exposed, glowing faintly with a pulsing light.
When I looked up, DK was staring at me. His eyes locked on the marks. “You’re just like me” he said softly, almost breathless, his eyes wide with recognition.
I growled, stepping back instinctively — not realizing the hole in the wall nearby, where my members were still fighting and calling for backup.
“But they don’t know…” he murmured, his voice low and curious, watching my every move like he was trying to read my soul.
I scanned the area, heart racing, desperate to find something — anything — to cover myself.
“I’m not like you!” I snapped through gritted teeth, turning toward the girls, who were now being surrounded by a ring of demons.
Just as I prepared to risk everything — to reveal what I truly was and save them — time slowed.
And then… DK was in front of me. His arms wrapped around me carefully, guiding my body with unnatural gentleness. Before I could react, he tore a strip of cloth from his own sleeve and wrapped it around my arm, hiding the glowing marks.
Then, without a word, he pushed me back — and let himself fade into the shadows.
My thoughts roared in my head.
Why did he help me?
Why protect me, when I wanted him dead?
But there was no time for answers. I shook my head, looked one last time into the space where he’d vanished — empty — and tightened my grip on the sword.
Then I ran to join my members, ready to finish what we started.
A/N: ever since i saw a tiktok edit of dk as jinu i knew i had to write something, bc im so obsessed with this movie, I’ll probably end up writing more drabbles anyway, if you ever wanna talk about dk as jinu or literally anything, hit me up 🫶
summary when vandalizing your seat by writing how you’re done with love creates more vandlism by a response the next day in blue sharpie
starring dokyeom x gn! reader
genre fluff, hs au, i stole this from my old blog that i stole from a pinoy movie, this has nothing to do with dr seuss
contains vandalism, idk what else
word count 0.6k
from seventeen，again, i have no creativity to whip up a new fic so i’m stealing one from my old blog bc i can and it’s my blog. i am flwoie and flwoie is me pls dont cancel me for plagirising myself😢
please support by reblogging and feedbacks ♡
you’re done with love.
this is the fourth time you’ve gone on a date with some weird guy. they keep getting worse every time. your first date couldn’t stop talking and not letting you say a word, followed by your second one, who didn’t want to pay for his food, and your third one, well, he couldn’t stop calling you insecure—when you weren’t. if your friend sets you up on another one, you might as well just go for the first one.
she shows you instagram profiles of other boys who find you interesting—from what she’s heard by others. you interrupt her and slightly push her phone away from your face.
“(name), trust me, they’re not going to be as bad as the others!” she urges.
“you said that last time. i’m done, jisun.” you clicked on the top of your pen and started jotting words down on your wooden desk.
‘I'M DONE WITH LOVE!’
you pointed out your writing on the table to jisun, making her roll her eyes.
‘wow, emo. are you heartbroken?’
those were the words that were written below yours in blue sharpie when you walked into class the next day. you pulled out a pen and wrote down your response next to theirs.
'not really. men just irritate me. speaking of which, are you a guy?’
jisun walks in and sits next to you, observing that you’re not only writing on your table but also smiling ear to ear.
“what’s got you smiling now?”
“look,” you say, tapping on the ink engraved on the table, “someone replied to my vandal.” she leans in to read your messages.
“very modern,” she sarcastically remarks. “who knows, that could be the love of your life.”
“you’re crazy. what 'love of my life’ are you talking about? we don’t even know anything about them.”
she nudges your arm after she puts her notebooks on her desk. “but, (name), admit it. you’re excited,” she teases.
seokmin eagerly walks into class as it is about to start and quickly sits down in his seat to look at your response. he grins and looks around to see if any of his classmates saw him.
he waited for everyone to leave after his class ended. his friend urges him to leave with him so they’ll do their project, but all he replies is that he’ll follow along. as his friend left, he popped off the cap of his sharpie and replied to your message.
'not all men, i’m different from them.’
you looked at the message and started writing your response as you waited for your teacher to start class.
“what if we skipped our next class? so we can see who’s answering your messages,” jisun suggests.
“no way. we’re going to be absent from our next class just because you’re curious about who’s answering.”
“nuh uh, it’s for love.”
from there, your conversations continued, with more of yours and his other friends being invested in this so-called love series.
'so you’re a guy. well, i hope you’re different from them.’
'hah! i’m a good guy :)’
'really now?’
jisun grabs your pen right after you finish writing, continuing your message with her writing.
'really now? do you have a girlfriend?’
'nope. i don’t think anyone would want to date me. what about you?’
she squeals at his response, lightly pushing you back and forth. “he’s single, (name), he’s single!” you scoff and ignore her antics.
'me neither. my friend won’t stop setting me up on dates.’
seokmin hasn’t replied to your message since. he’s afraid that this might be his last chance at love. he’s been rejected by so many girls, all for the same reason.
he just wasn’t good enough.
you thought the conversation ended there. it’s been days since you last wrote that, and the ink is starting to fade. jisun lost hope as well until the end of the week.
'maybe she can set us up together?’
“hurry up and ask for his name. i might know him!” she exclaims as you quickly write an answer.
⤹ ┆ 𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ⋮ 𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌 ┆⤸
established relationship, definitely ooc, grammar/spelling mistakes, gn!reader, skin!Neutral, not proof read !!
𓊈 𝖶𝖼 ⋮ 600 𓊉
𓊈 Authors note: Short post today also DK can be swapped with any member you want, I just had this in mind for him specifically 𓊉
You had a love-hate relationship with nights like these. One one hand, you got to spend extra time with your boyfriend which was always valued, but on the other you knew how groggy and exhausted you would be the next morning – not to mention the slight guilt you felt by keeping him awake.
Those negatives were always quickly buried by the positives though – especially since he always made it seem like a sleepover between the two of you.
” Dokyeom-!”
Before you could finish your sentence he cut you off by tackling you to the bed, breathless laughter filled the room as amused tears pricked in the corner of your eyes.
This was the third time tonight he had randomly pounced on you, wrapping his arms around you as tight as possible and peppering your face with kisses. You couldn’t help but giggle at his silliness, it always brought a smile to your face.
”How many more times do you plan to do this?” you exclaimed with a twinge of sarcasm, your eyebrows raised slightly with a suppressed smile.
His eyes flickered up as he made a comical thinking face, furrowing his eyebrows and puckering his lips slightly.
” Ten? Twenty? A hundred more times? Who knows.”
Between each number he pressed a kiss to your face, causing you to let out a small huff of surprise each time.
He soon loosened his grip on you and rolled over to your side, propping his head up on his elbow while his other hand carelessly draped over your torso, stroking your side with his thumb
You turned your head to meet his, eyes locking into one another. You could tell by the way his smile softened and his eyelids drooped he was thinking about something more serious. Before you could even open your mouth to ask what was on his mind – he spoke.
“You’re so pretty, you know that?”
The sudden compliment made your heart flutter unexpectedly as your face heated up ever so slightly, and your eyes shyly flicked downwards to avoid his stare.
”Thanks…” you whispered out, just barely above a mumble.
A toothy smile spread across his face, his eyes lighting up in the process. He leaned forward to give you a little peck on the nose.
The night proceeded like normal, playing a few games, catching up on some episodes of that new documentary you were watching together, and just general late-night activities until your energy died out – which was actually one of your favorite parts of nights like these.
His arms loosely draped around your torso while you lay beside him, your head resting on his chest with one hand over his shoulders.
The weight of your eyelids grew heavier and heavier by the second, half-heartedly responding to whatever he was mindlessly talking about, his quiet voice was comforting in a way, as if it was lulling you to sleep.
He quickly noticed the way you bobbed in and out of sleep, pausing mid-sentence to stroke some hair away from your eyes and gently kiss your forehead.
“Get some sleep, baby…”
Without a second thought, you let your eyelids fully shut while all your muscles fully relaxed – his eyes scanned over your already sleeping figure and he couldn’t help but let a delicate smile tug at his cheeks.
Helou 🌈 could we get dk and woozi headcanons? How would they act with male partners
oooo this is actually something i’ve never done before!
with that being said, bare with me on this please
also a great way to start of PRIDE MONTH YAYYYY
shout out to all of the gays out there!
i guess i’ll share a little fact as well and say i’m pansexual :) so it is indeed a month for all of us to gather and celebrate!
DK:
We know that no matter what gender identity or sex, DK would NOT discriminate when it comes to skinship
Male partner, female partner, anything in-between? Doesn’t matter. DK loves you. So he touches you and loves you until both of your hearts’ content
He’s always hugging you, kissing your cheek, stealing kisses off your lips, playing with your hair. Think of how he is with the members, but amp it up by about 10 times
Seeing you steal his clothes, even styling yourself with the contents of his closet always makes his heart flutter. How it makes your masculine features shine, even if it’s the most simple article of clothing, sends him into overdrive
If you were up to it, this man would take you to the gym just to see your muscles work. Half of it being admiration, the other half of it simply being eye candy for him. Because how did he end up with such a cool but hot boyfriend?? He can never wrap his head around that fact ever
He’s always complimenting and praising your looks and physique. Of course, your appearance isn’t ALL that matters to him, he considers it a plus, which is why he’s always praising it.
He always loves the smell of your colognes (if you wear any) and shower products. How they’re so different from his, but still so masculine and unapologetically you sends his head spinning
…he definitely steals a couple spritzes of your cologne or occasionally uses your shower products because they smell good
Probably goes all cheesy and uses nicknames like “hubby” when referring to you, even if you aren’t married or even engaged yet
Overall, DK is a passionate partner and a very lovey partner. His love knows no bounds when it comes to people, and if his partner happens to be a male? He’s just happy to have landed such a beautiful person, inside and out
Woozi:
Although Woozi says he doesn’t really like skinship between men (which I think is a fact he slowly debunked himself as time went on. Let’s be honest, we’ve seen the clips from even the newest gose), you’re totally different in his eyes
He shows certain affections in different settings. In terms of PDA, he’ll be fine with a handhold, maybe a small peck on the cheek or a small hug, but nothing extravagant
In his studio or when you two are at home. He’s a cuddle bug
If he’s in his studio working, he’ll always turn back to check on you periodically. If he decides he needs a break, he’ll go to your side and just lie all of his weight on you with a tired groan
If you two are lying in bed, he’s clung to you like a koala. Holding you close to his chest and pressed up to the rest of his body with his face buried somewhere in your body. Wherever he can reach. Just to smell your scent, feel your warmth, and hug you like you’re a giant teddy bear.
Like DK, he enjoys going to the gym with his partner. Especially if they have the confidence to go shirtless in a private gym. It definitely gets him a little distracted from his own sets.
He’ll watch as you flex in the mirror. Smiling proudly and moving your body certain ways and telling you what to engage in order to see certain muscles the best. Once you get it? Oh, he’s hyping you up.
He’ll always let you borrow his clothes, even if he may not have as much in his closet as some of the other members might. That, or you’re pleasantly surprised by how much he actually owns, just barely wears.
If you are smaller than him in terms of muscle mass (which, let’s be honest, the dude’s ripped), he’ll happily give you all of his old shirts that fit too tightly on him. He always says “you look better in them, anyway”
Idk why, but I also see him always helping you do your hair. If you can’t gel it correctly in one spot, he’ll step in and do his best to fix it for you. If you have longer hair like he did and need a smooth ponytail? That’s his specialty
i hope this suffices :) i kinda just came up with things on the spot, but i tried to make it cute
once again, happy pride month lovelies! celebrate safely and happily this year, even if it’s subtle 🫶
꒰♡꒱ avisos: seokmin × you | curto e duvidoso, descrição péssima de oral (f.), leitora subzinha, sexo sem proteção, creampie (?), seokmin pai de menina (ou seja dilf!seokmin, amém)
꒰♡꒱ notas da autora: oi anon que pediu smut com o dk... eu sei que disse que os pedidos tão fechados, mas você meio que plantou uma sementinha na minha cabeça e eu percebi que nunca escrevi com ele (isso e o character a.i. mas não vamos falar sobre isso) eu tô um tiquinho insegura de postar isso pq ontem eu tava odiando minha escrita, então espero que vocês gostem <3
17 de fevereiro de 2024. você se imaginaria em qualquer lugar, menos em um cruzeiro. o carnaval recém acabou e você ainda está aqui —privilégios de ter uma amiga patricinha — mas você poderia ter recusado o convite, mas sabe se lá quando você vai ter a oportunidade de estar em um cruzeiro caríssimo como este de novo.
sua amiga é agitada, anda pelo cruzeiro todo, vai à todos os shows, aposta no casino e flerta com caras bonitos. já você curte do seu jeito, mais retraída. passa horas tomando sol e não se junta à todos os shows, muito menos flerta. não é sua praia, mas por quê caralhos você de repente engatou em uma conversa com um homem que estava na piscina junto com uma menininha de no máximo seis anos? isso não é usual.
seu inglês não é dos melhores, nem o dele, mas vocês se entendem de alguma forma enquanto a garotinha brinca com mais algumas crianças na piscininha infantil. o homem é lindo e te atraiu no momento que sentou na cadeira ao seu lado, ainda olhando para a filha. seokmin — é assim que ele se apresenta— é alto, tem a pele bronzeada, carisma, sorriso grande, uma voz angelical e um belo nariz. vocês conversam por horas até a garotinha vir e dizer algo em uma língua que você não entende. nesse tempo também descobre que ele é sul coreano, e veio com a filhinha presenciar o carnaval pela primeira vez.
seokmin dá toda a atenção a pequena, você observa como ele a enrola na toalhinha enquanto a responde e sorri com tudo o que ela diz.
é cedo demais para dizer que você está apaixonada?
durante a conversa você discretamente procurou sinais de seokmin estar em um relacionamento, mas não achou, nenhum anel, nenhuma marca de anel no dedo. é um bom sinal, certo?
você o encontra no mesmo dia, mas na segunda vez que o encontra ele está sozinho no bar, você se senta na banqueta ao lado dele.
"o que cê tá bebendo?" ele te olha com um sorriso.
"não sei o nome disso, mas acho que tem morangos e é sem álcool porque tenho que buscar a minji na briquedoteca daqui..." ele pausa olhando para o próprio relógio. "três horas."
depois de meia hora de conversa com o lee a tensão cresceu, e você o convidou a sua suíte.
"porra, cê é linda pra caralho..." você se remexe embaixo dele, e manha querendo mais toques. a língua encontra seu clitóris e você não consegue segurar o gemido. seokmin é bom demais nisso, caralho.
ele te chupa deliciosamente, você nunca teve sensação igual, se treme e lágrimas já escapam dos seus olhos e as pernas tentam se fechar. seokmin faz você gozar na boca dele, e é perfeito.
você já está sensível, um pouco zonza, mas não perde o jeito que ele te olha com tanto carinho, como se você fosse uma bonequinha de porcelana. e a delicadeza que te posiciona na cama, e o tom gentil ao perguntar "posso continuar?"
você concorda, a voz fraquinha, quase se sentindo sufocada com o olhar carinhoso. seokmin mete em você com calma, ele é grande e ele faz um grande esforço para ficar dentro de você com suas paredes o apertando tão intensamente.
ele arfa, e engole a seco, murmurando algumas palavras que você não consegue entender novamente.
"seok– min... goza dentro, por favor" os dedos apertam sua cintura com força, assim como o quadril que se choca com o seu mais desesperadamente. você contrai mais ainda, sentindo seu próprio orgasmo vir e a porra do seokmin te deixar cheinha.
as bochechas de seokmin estão vermelhas, a pele suada e o a franja grudada na testa. ele acaricia a sua bochecha e diz:
"você é bonita como um anjo... como se diz anjo em português?"
