#serim x reader

[talkingsaxy]

PHOTOS YOU’VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND SERIM

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[dat-town]

pick up the pieces of my heart

Witches don’t have a heart.

MAINS. prince!Serim & witch!female reader

TROPES. fantasy au, dark fairytale vibes, angst

WARNINGS. emotional manipulation, skinship, blood, disease and death mentioned, ambiguous ending

WORDS. 1.3k

NOTES. i cannot get marionette out of my head. @restlessmaknae surprise?

“Was any of it real?” Serim asked foolishly hopeful, and oh it sounded so tragic from his lips.

You didn’t look at him, you couldn’t. You kept your eyes on the line of thorny roses curling around the tower’s window and the setting Sun painting the world beyond it red.

“Of course not,” you scoffed like somebody scolding a child for their naivety but your words tasted bitter in your mouth, they tasted like a lie.

“I don’t believe you,” Serim said, his voice hoarse and hurt but he refused to show it. “Unless you look at me when you say it.”

It was a silly ultimate as if you had anything to prove to him. As if the fact that you had him alone and at your mercy wasn’t enough. As if you couldn’t rip his heart out with your bare hands if you wanted to. He had no royal guard coming to his rescue now after all.

Princes and their self-assurance, you tsked, thinking he knew you better. Thinking you were still the innocent maid who cut her finger in his study. Thinking you wouldn’t have the heart to hurt him. That’s where he was wrong: you didn’t have a heart to begin with, you had given it away in exchange for power, for revenge and the last of your innocence had died when the king had closed off your village at the first signs of a plague.

“Don’t,” you snapped sharply when you heard the prince take a step.

He couldn’t leave. Not because you locked him in but it was a prison anyhow. The window from so high up was a death sentence and while the door to the staircase leading down was open, he would have been stupid to try. You made sure of it when you poisoned his bloodstream and tied his soul to this very place. The moment he tried to leave the tower, his heart would squeeze and fail him.

But he was even more stupid because he didn’t attempt an escape, no, he moved closer to you and that, somehow, was even worse because you remembered how it felt to have his gentle touch on you.

Candle light was flickering beside you when you lifted your gaze and looked at him. He was every bit of the prince he was born to be: lush dark locks falling elegantly over his forehead, soft features, warm brown eyes, broad shoulders filling out the expensive wine-colored suit he wore, the symbols of the kingdom sewn over the fabric and the material of his heart. He was the prince of people, kind and good. Too bad his father was a monster.

The truth was Prince Serim had lived in a golden cage his whole life.

There was a rumour whispered from mouth to mouth under the night sky that the midwife had told the king a prophecy just when his son had been born. She had said that dark days would befall on the kingdom the day the boy would leave the court. Then the queen had died, the king locked up his own son and years later, those unfortunate days the gossip promised became your goal once you coughed up the last of blackened blood of your lungs as you left your burning village behind.

It was ill-fated, really, the prince and you. It was his father’s fault that you had lost everything and everybody who had ever mattered to you, it was his fault that you cut a piece of your heart out and sealed your emotions, closing them deep inside a corner nobody would look for. If it wasn’t for him your hands wouldn’t have been crimson with blood and death, veins running black with forbidden magic coursing through them.

You had sworn to take revenge and you were willing to pay any price to show the king what it felt like: losing somebody you cared for. If you had just killed the crown prince, the sole heir to the throne, the king would have ordered a witch hunt, one so grand scale it chased you to hell and back. You weren’t afraid of death, you were almost friends after all, but you wanted the royal family to suffer more. You wanted to prolong their torture just how you had to watch the people you loved slowly die of either disease or starvation or the fire the king ordered to cleanse the ground. You wanted the kingdom to burn through and through.

You thought the prince being alive would have given you leverage and it would have given the king hope you could trample upon. What was a kingdom’s future without its heir and what did it say about its king if he couldn’t even protect his own son? You wanted to watch the monarchy crumble to dust. You wanted the king to beg you to spare them.

So the plan was easy: you had sneaked into the palace, disguising yourself as a maid, pouring small doses of your magic potion into the prince’s tea every morning. You had no plans to get close to him, you didn’t need to because if magic compromised his heart enough he would have followed you like a marionette anyways, but one day you cut your finger on a rose thorn while arranging the flowers in the vase of the prince’s study and Serim made such a fuss about it. He held your calloused hand in his soft ones, cleaning the wound like it meant something.

Over time what started out as a few polite exchanged words turned into whispered confessions about his heavy responsibilities and duties and as much of your loss as you could tell him. What started as stolen glances turned into brushing hands over silverware.

His fingers were dirty with leaked out black ink the first time he kissed you. Gently like you could break and oh how sweet revenge tasted when you scooped out the pomegranate seeds and fed them to the prince, licking the fruit’s bleeding redness from your fingers once you stained his lips with your dark magic.

You almost changed your mind then. Your hand trembled as you tipped the glass and more potion poured into his tea before flushing it down the drain. You told yourself maybe it was even better. Having the prince’s heart in the palm of your hands was a crueller revenge than you had originally planned. That if the prince chose you, a lowly maid, a witch, over his crown, over his family, it was enough.

But then Princess Amala came.

It was wrong and selfish and vile but if you couldn’t have him, you didn’t want anybody else to have him either. If the king wanted to take him away from you too, you wouldn’t let him.

So while Serim was busy convincing you that he had no idea about the royal wedding, you finished what you had started: you kissed him hard enough to draw blood and bonded the last of his soul to a place only you knew. With the promise of freedom, the prince followed you out of the palace, through the woods, to a tower covered in roses. He was still delirious when he fainted into the silk sheets when magic drained out of you.

When he woke with a start, gasping for air and clenching his hand over his heart, you knew what he felt. Dark magic always left an empty hole in one’s heart like a wound that would fester forever. So really, you couldn’t understand why he still looked at you like that instead of disgust. Like you hung the moon and the stars when now he knew what you were and what you had done.

“Please, Y/N. Please,” he pleaded, eyes glassy and bruised lips trembling, and the lie you should have told him was choking you.

Witches didn’t have a heart and yet, yours broke for him.

END NOTES. i had the idea of writing a villainess girl & damsel in distress guy dynamic for a while now so here it is. also if you noticed the hades & persephone reference, kudos to you!

title and inspiration from marionette obviously

header picture from spring rhapsody

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[restlessmaknae]

heart says yes [serim]

''i didn't know where else to go'' + "let’s get you cleaned up'' with bad boy!Serim

➳ Characters: implied bad boy!Serim x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, angst

➳ Words: 1.7k

➳ Warning: mentions of bruises, blood, treating wounds

➳ A/N: This story was requested by @tsunchani for my request event, so I hope you enjoy it! ❤️Since you haven't specified the hurt comfort prompts, I've chosen the two mentioned above. Plus, I think this story fits the bad boy!au better than a mafia!au that you've specifically requested, but you can still see it as a mafia fic if you wish since there are no specifications said about Serim's identity.

You can still request stories for the event: you can find the guidelines here and the masterlist here.

➳ CRAVITY taglist: @tsunchani, @dat-town

Serim was like a shadow around the corner shop you worked; he was usually invisible, but you could feel him lingering there. You welcomed him coming in time and time again, but he was always pretty quiet, so you didn’t try striking up a conversation with him. You didn’t even assume that he could have it in him to stand up for you against some thugs who had come in for alcohol, but he did so, and something akin to fear lingered in the air when the men noticed who had spoken up.

That was the day you got to know his name. You wanted to thank him somehow, so you said that his purchase was on you, but he insisted that it wasn’t necessary. Somewhere along the way though, you introduced yourself, and he did the same, but he did it so carefully as if he was afraid of letting you know who he was that you didn’t push him for more questions.

The subtle signs were always there - him wearing all black clothes all the time, the loose ones that allowed him to get away from the curious eyes because he got lost in the darkness of his garments; his fingers dressed in calluses, a hint that he was working with his hands a lot; him always paying by cash and coming here late enough at night to not bump into anyone but you most of the time; and being as reserved as one could be -, but you didn’t pay attention to them. To be precise, you didn’t want to. This might not have been the safest neighbourhood, but he looked as harmless as one could be with his unruly midnight black locks frequently getting into his deep, dark eyes, his words gentle and soft-spoken when he exchanged a few meaningless words with you at the counter, and his subtle acts like leaving the change behind for you or leaving a bottle of ginger tea on the counter when he noticed that you were quite raspy due to a cold.

He was always there, swimming around the edges of your pond - a constant presence, though not yet a permanent visitor -, and you gazed at him from afar because you were similarly afraid to get too close. You were afraid that if you did so, you would get drowned, the waves crashing down on you, and keeping you down, down until you heaved your last breath. Though the bottom was as alluring as it could be…

Then, one night, a motorbike parked on the pavement before the store, and everything changed. It was after closing hours, and you already put the ‘closed’ sign on the door. You just started counting the remaining cash to let the colleague in the morning shift know how much was the starting amount when you heard shuffling from the staff room. Nobody else was supposed to be there, except you, so you held your phone in your hand, your fingers hovering over the quick emergency call button as you made your way to the back of the store. You remembered closing the back door of the staff room that led to the outside area after you had taken out the trash, so your boss or a colleague might have come in with a key or someone had broken in from behind.

With shaky breaths, you turned the doorknob and flung the door open, your fingers itching to push the emergency call button before you recognised the figure crouching by the supply shelf.

“Serim!” You breathed out, both relieved and concerned, as you pushed your phone into the pocket of your jeans. The boy looked up when you called his name, and the fresh burgundy bruises painting the pale canvas of his skin made your heart churn. His words even more so.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go,” he admitted, his voice coming out hoarse. Your brain might have told you to stay away from him, especially when he showed up unannounced at your workplace after probably being beaten up, but your heart was in control, and it didn’t let you send him away. Instead, you found yourself saying:

“It’s okay,” you tried with a reassuring nod, but you weren’t sure whether you were trying to ease his nerves or yours. Yet, despite your heart hammering away rapidly, you crouched down to be at eye-level with him, and pushed a few stray locks out of his eyes, revealing even more dark patches underneath. After examining his bruises, your eyes found his orbs already boring into yours, and for a moment, you felt yourself falter, falling into that sea of oblivion. It would have been so easy to not object, to give in to that tension that sparkled between you two, but you couldn’t sway. At least, that was what your brain told you. Your heart was telling a completely different story.

You cleared your throat, detaching yourself from the mystery that his eyes were, and announced:

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up!”

Even if the boy wanted to disagree, you were quick to search for the first-aid kit that you kept in a locker among other supplies that you or your colleagues might need for work. Sometimes you might cut your fingers or crash into a shelf, so the first-aid kit was always much appreciated, and it was usually fully packed, much to your relief.

You shuffled back to the boy with the first-aid kit in your hand, and you were surprised to find him standing as opposed to his previous crouching position. Upon seeing it, you hesitated a bit, but then the boy with the most beautiful midnight-black eyes broke the silence:

“You don’t have to do this,” he said, resigned, his words coming out like a goodbye, a choice, a crossroad. Something in you told you that he genuinely didn’t expect you to help, he just didn’t know where else to go, but it hurt for you to hear it from him - like he had already given up on you and on himself.

“But I want to, so I will!” You announced, a bit more indignant than you would have expected from yourself, and in the surprised glint of his eyes, you could tell that he was just as perplexed by your confident response as you were. Maybe that’s why he didn’t object when you asked him to sit on the nearby chair, so that you would have a better access to his bruises.

You tried hard not to concentrate on the way his eyes were constantly following your moves as if he was still doubtful that you would go along with it, but you diligently cleaned his bruises as best as you could. You had never had to tend to bruises like these ones before, and you were sure that Serim would comment on your lack of experience, but he stayed quiet. He only grumbled when you started putting antiseptic on his wounds.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be quick,” you promised, and he nodded. The bruise around his lips seemed like the most painful one, no wonder he made an inaudible sound when you put the cream on it. Simultaneously, the boy grabbed your left arm - that you left hanging by your side - to hold onto it while you were working on him, and his grip was so desperate that you felt your stomach drop.

Serim had always seemed so strong, so powerful, someone who wouldn’t need the assistance of anyone, let alone yours, but now he was holding onto you like his last piece of hope, and you had no idea whether that should comfort you or torn you apart even more. You didn’t even know whether you should pay attention to the crazy beating of your heart or the way your stomach was twisting and turning with both fear and anticipation.

“It’s done,” you said when you finished with the antiseptic, and as he looked up from his eyelashes, his fingers still holding onto your wrists firmly, his lips bruised, his face covered in a palette of purple, red and blueish colours, you had the urge to hug him, to tell him that it would be okay, to caress his wounded cheeks. Did you have the right though? Would he let you?

“Thank you, really.”

“It’s okay. You’ve saved me from those thugs sometime ago, we can say that we’re even now,” you croaked out, hoping to put together a coherent sentence when all you could think about was the gentle darkness of his eyes, the way a miniature version of you reflected back in them as if it was so natural and the abyss of him that you wouldn’t mind getting lost in.

His lips twitched and you didn’t know whether it was because of the pain or your words, and he didn’t say so. You merely gazed at each other, the moment stretching long and heralding something more, something different, something vulnerable between you two. The urges in you grew stronger, and before you could realise what you were doing, you were already reaching for his other hand that wasn’t holding yours, and gave it a light squeeze.

Serim looked surprised for a few seconds, but then he looked at your hands in a different way - he seemed thankful, touched even -, and when he spoke up, gentle and soft and warm like a blanket on a cold night, you breathed in his words, letting them fill your lungs and heart.

“Can we… can we stay like this for a few more seconds?”

Anytime, you wanted to say, but the words died on the tip of your tongue, so you merely nodded, and let him hold onto you just like you were holding onto him.

Maybe, just maybe, no matter what your brain was trying to tell you, your heart would still go for him, fight for him, care for him, and if you had to choose between the two in that moment, you would follow your heart.

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[seongminiz]

R U Mine ? - park serim

minors dni ; soft dom!serim x sub fem!reader ; 2432 words

warnings : jealousy/possesiveness , reader is insecure , praise , pet names (princess , good girl , baby) , fingering , unprotected sex , breeding , marking , does serim having a driving license count as mischaracterization ? , he also has a massive cock amen . an attempt at proper grammar but only partially proof read so if u find typos or me being an idiot n writing small comments in between no u didnt

first long-ish work i post on here feeling kinda nervous . no fr this is nerve wrecking idk im not good at writing descriptive smut ffs :D but i loved writing it ngl also something kinda upsetting happened today so it ended up a little more angsty than i intended it to be bc what r my fics if not insane projecting lol. the title is an arctic monkeys song bc oomf (elif) helped me change it (it was a lovejoy song before .... :] )

you and serim have been in a relationship for a few months now, and while of course you have some small arguments here and there, there have never been any big issues between you two. you love him, he loves you, and neither of you would ever doubt that. that is, until you end up being serim's plus one at some kind of event: you've been following him around all evening bc u have almost no idea of whats going on.

now, you're not usually the jealous type, you're okay with serim speaking to women other than you ffs that's his job, but the way some of them at this event are clearly flirting with him sets your jealousy issues off bad. watching your insanely handsome boyfriend be - or at least act - completely clueless about how they're clearly putting the moves on him, especially with how good he looks dressed like that, white shirt underneath his suit jacket straining against his toned body, leaving little to the imagination.. it pisses you off, to be completely honest.

you can't stand it, you can't stand how so many women, most of them you find clearly prettier than you, are able to get his attention like that, completely ignoring you even if you're basically clinging to his arm.you feel inadequate, just a mere presence they barely acknowledge with a small smile before going back to talk to serim. your serim.

what you fail to notice, though, is that serim is well aware of the shift in your mood. he doesn't know exactly what it's about, but he was pretty quick to sense how upset you had become just in a few minutes, trying to talk to as many people and as quickly as possible so you two could get out of there and he could give you his undivided attention.

of course, you don't know, too focused on dwelling on the jealousy building up inside you. you barely notice when serim gently shakes you, trying to catch your attention 'are you okay princess?' you sigh 'yeah.' your short reply isn't of any reassurance to serim, his thumb lightly rubbing your hip 'wanna go home?' you shrug, trying to hide your (very obvious) upset expression 'if we can, yes. but if you still have to... do whatever you were doing, we don't have to-'

'okay, got it. i'll talk to this one last person, and then we can go home, alright?' you nod, his arm leaves its place around your waist and you once again grab onto it, following his steps. your heart drops when you realize that, unfortunately, said person he has to talk to is a woman. which wouldn't even be that bad on its own, you can stand it for a few minutes (you really can't, but maybe you can convince yourself..), but she also happens to be the most attractive, hottest woman you've seen through the entire evening. you tune out the entire conversation, trying not to stare at her because everytime you take in another detail you feel like crying.

when serim finally cuts the conversation off, you politely - albeit coldly - bid your goodbyes to the woman, walking with serim out of the room and towards the parking lot. when you get to the car, you don't even wait for serim to open the door for you - he's dead set on giving you the full princess treatment - climbing in the passenger seat and slamming the door shut.

that's when serim realizes, this isn't just you feeling a bit under the weather, you're genuinely upset - and you weren't at the start of the evening, so he knows something that happened between then and now is the cause of your behavior. the fact you're giving him the silent treatment does irk him a little, but he knows that's how you act when something really bad happens, and he could never get mad at you for it.

despite his concern, serim still calmly gets into the car, turns it on and starts driving out of the parking lot and into the bright, artificially lit streets. glancing at you from time to time, he finds you looking out the car window, arms crossed over your chest, deep in thought. when you reach a particularly empty and straight part of the road, serim takes the chance to place his hand on your thigh, something you're both used to during your late night drives. what he doesn't expect, though, is for you to move your leg, wiggling out of his grasp (not that hard, since he wasn't putting that much strength in it in the first place).

serim raises an eyebrow, eyes still fixed on the road as his hand helplessly goes back to the wheel. his concentration on driving is what makes him miss the way you look back at him, concerned on whether you've gone too far or not. stopping at a red light, serim's eyes immediately find yours, desperate to get to the bottom of this 'what's wrong princess?' you shake your head, absent-mindedly reaching for his hand in search of any possible physical comfort. 'nothing, you're going to think it's stupid anyways,' you mumble. serim frowns, reaching to move a strand of hair behind your ear 'i would never. whatever it is, it's upsetting you, and I don't like seeing my baby like this.' his voice comes off more stern than he intended to, but his soft touch is there to remind you that he's not actually upset at you. he's just your concerned boyfriend.

serim moves his hand from the side of your head to your chin, tilting it so you have no choice but look at him 'so? what is it?' you pout. 'i'm jealous.' the look that crosses serim's face is a puzzled one 'what?' you shrug, averting his eyes 'you spent the entire night talking to other women, all better looking than me. i'm jealous,' you admit. serim is about to answer you, when the light turns green, the cold hue illuminating both of you. serim sighs, speeding up. 'we'll talk about it when we get home, yeah?' you nod, scared that you might have upset him. even if his voice didn't let that out, you can't help but wonder if he's disappointed in you.

serim parks in front of your apartment complex, a few seconds of you two sitting in the car in silence pass, until serim sighs, taking the keys and stepping out of the vehicle, making his way around it to open the door on your side too. god forbid he let you do it on your own again. you walk out, grabbing the hand he extended to you. everything is so silent, you again question if he's genuinely mad at you for how you acted. you knew you were being immature, giving him the silent treatment and all, you're just getting a taste of your own medicine, but you couldn't help it.

you were so caught up in your thoughts you didn't even realize you got to the elevator until the faint 'ding!' of it startles you. you step inside, never letting serim's hand go. 'you know i would never cheat on you,' serim breaks the silence, and your eyes widen in shock to the realization 'that's not what I was implying! i know you wouldn't! i just... those women were all so much prettier than me, and more mature and sophisticated, and hotter and... i'm just me. I felt so out of place, like i wasn't at your level. and it's totally not your fault! but i couldn't help but feel jealous, like I wouldn't even blame you if one day you decided i wasn't enough for you and left me for one of them. and i know you wouldn't but... it still hurts to think about it.' you start rambling, missing how serim tries to stop you a few times by calling your name.

when you finally look up at him, he has the softest smile plastered on his face and, before you can say anything else, he plants a kiss on your lips, his hands immediately finding their way to your hips. 'i would never chose anyone other than you. you're as perfect as you could be, i swear,' you can feel his breath against your lips as he talks, your heart beating furiously against your chest 'i don't care about any of them. you're all i need and you're more than enough, you're too perfect for me' he continues, only stopping to kiss you again. the elevator comes to a halt, and thats your cue to separate, but you know this isn't the end of it. serim's hand finds yours, as he lowers himself to speak into your ear 'i'll show you just how perfect i think you are, yeah?' he whispers, a shiver running through your body at the implication 'will you let me?' you nod furiously, your reaction making serim chuckle 'good girl' he says, kissing right below your ear before guiding you out the elevator.

the short way to your apartment is agonizingly slow, constantly interrupted by stealing kisses from each other and, when you finally manage to step inside, serim has you immediately pinned against the door, locking it behind you as he roughly kisses you. his hands are everywhere on you, your waist, your thighs as your dress slowly rides up to leave you more and more exposed with each movement.

'you don't even know how insane you've been driving me with this dress,' he groans, lifting you up with no effort and, as you wrap your legs around him, you feel his bulge pressing against you, a small moan leaving your mouth. 'serim... need you,' you whimper against his lips, a thin string of drool dripping from your lips onto his. serim smiles, capturing them in yet another kiss as he starts to carry you towards your shared bedroom.

he places you on the bed, your dress lifted all the way to your hips revealing your completely drenched panties. serim can barely contain himself, seeing you all spread out like that, for his eyes only, but he wants to make this all about you and your pleasure.

he starts to slowly undress himself, unbuttoning his shirt before slipping your dress off. your hands brush against his sides, tracing his defined body and tentatively going lower to rid him to his pants - no matter how many times you've seen him like this, it always leaves u in awe how a man this perfect could ever exist, and be your man at that. serim gently takes your hands in his, pins them over your head and places a soft kiss on your lips 'let me do all the work for once,' he says, hooking his fingers in your panties and sliding them off your legs.

before you know it, serim is three fingers deep inside you, opening you up for him bc no matter how many times you've taken him, you'll never get used to just how big his cock is. you've been incessantly whining for god knows how long, about how much you need his cock, you need him, and every time without fail serim replies that 'you already have me, princess, more than anyone in the world, you have all of me.' and proves his point by leaving yet another mark on your skin.

your thighs, your neck, your chest, every unmarked portion of your skin is soon bruised to the point anyone would assume he was the jealous one in the relationship. and maybe he is, just a little bit, recalling how revealing your dress - now discarded somewhere on the floor - was on you, so perfect on his princess but a little too perfect for any other men to look your way.

when serim removes his fingers from you, you're a mess, hair sticking to your forehead, breath heavy, tears running down your cheeks and ruining the makeup you worked so hard on for the event. but that's how serim likes you the most, when you're fucked out before he even gets to be inside of you, his pretty little mess, just for him.

and he tells you exactly that, as his cock finally sinks into you, groaning and rambling about how much he loves this sight, how he's so lucky to have you and how you're his and his only. the sweet praises partially distract you from the stretch, until he bottoms out and you both sigh in unison.

it's not long before serim starts thrusting into you, his pace picking up immediately but never getting quite as fast or rough as it usually would be. he wants to take it slow, savor the moment, his hand holding your hip while the other cradles the side of your face so your eyes don't stray away from him. it's hard to do so, when each thrust hits the perfect spot in you, as you fight the urge to let your eyes close.

'mine,' you moan against his lips, feeling him twitch inside of you 'all yours, princess. and you're mine too, can't stand it when everyone's eyes are on you, you're too pretty for this world.' despite the downright nasty predicament you're in, you can't help the way your heart fills with love at serim's words. you pull him in another kiss, your legs wrapping behind his back to push him deeper inside of you.

'then make me yours in any way possible,' you whisper. serim chuckles, slowing down his thrusts. it's not the first time he cums inside you, but before it was just a result of having unprotected sex. now it's a deliberate choice, to make you his in the most intimate way possible. 'yeah, princess? should i fill you up, mark you from the inside so everyone knows you're mine? would you like that?' you nod, squeezing around him as a particularly hard thrust hits a specific spot inside of you that has you letting out an high pitched moan.

serim's hand leaves your face, his rough fingers rubbing your clit and, before he can even tell you to, you're cumming, shaking as serim helps you ride out your orgasm and reaches his own, spilling inside of you as incoherent praises leave his mouth, telling you how good you've been for him and how much he loves you.

once you've both calmed down, serim presses a kiss to your forehead, holding you tight in his arms so that you can know you're really, uniquely his, and he's not going anywhere.

[blossominghunnie]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬

Pairing: Serim x fem!reader

Summary: A cute unboxing with Serim over facetime, which ends in a jealous boyfriend.

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Warning: None

Note: This is my first imagine! Hope you like it. :)

Cravity had just released their new comeback, Master:piece, and like the supportive girlfriend you were, you bought three versions of the album.

Since the group was currently abroad, in LA to be exact, you would have to FaceTime Serim to show him the unboxing. To be honest, you were excited to open them, since you saw the photocards on twitter and liked how cute all of them looked, especially your boyfriend.

You were sitting on the floor of your living room, in front of your coach, waiting for the boy to pick up.

“Hi, baby!”

“Hi, princess! I miss you.” Serim greeted with a smile and then pouted. He was sitting on the sand.

“Me too. When are you coming back?”

“In a couple of weeks.”

“Sounds like a long time.” You laughed.

“It is but I promise it’ll go by fast.”

“I hope so. But anyway, this wasn’t the reason why I called you.”

“Oh, so you didn’t want to see your cute boyfriend and tell him how much you miss him?” Serim acted offended.

“I obviously did but I actually wanted to show you this.” You showed him the albums.

The black haired smiled. “You do know I could have given them to you, right?”

“Oh, shush. I just wanted to support you.” You stuck your tongue out making him laugh more. “Anyway, I wanted to open them with you.”

“You’re so cute, babe.”

Your cheeks turned red as you smiled. “I know.”

You opened the first album, taking all of its inclusions and putting them aside. You looked through the photobook, admiring the pictures in it.

“Okay, but this is so aesthetic. I love this concept.” You spoke after a moment.

“It is! They did a great job.”

“You look so handsome in this picture, love.” Now it was Serim’s time to blush.

“Only on that one?” He teased.

“In each and every one.”

You closed the photobook after you finished and grabbed the inclusions. You looked at them before grabbing the pcs.

“Okay, here’s the moment of truth.” You turned them around and smiled when you saw them.

“Who did you get? I bet it’s me.”

“Nop, I got Minhee with Woobin and Seongmin!” You showed him. “So cute.”

“Mine are cuter.” You heard him whisper.

“What?” You tried not to laugh.

“Nothing.”

“Serim, are you jealous?”

“What? No, I’m not!”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe.”

“You look so adorable when you’re jealous.” He covered his face with his hands, trying to hide how red he was. “And look, maybe I’ll pull your pc in the next album or the next one.”

But that didn’t happen, you pulled Jungmo with Hyeongjun and Taeyoung and Allen with Woobin.

“Third times the charm?” You asked before turning the pc, making Serim laugh.

“More like the 6th but okay.”

To your surprise, you did pull his’. Making you really happy.

“Oh my god, baby! Look! I did it.” You had a big smile on your face. “You look super handsome, love.”

He giggled. “Thank you, princess.”

“I’m gonna change the pc of my phone, give me a sec.” You grabbed the phone that was on the table in front of you and removed your phone case. Exchanging your current pc with the new one. You put it on your leg while adjusting the other on your case.

“Almost done.” You said.

“Who’s pc is that? Is that… Yeonjun?”

“Pff, no!” You said nervously while putting your phone where it was before.

He only raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, maybe!”

“Babyyy.” He whined.

“What? You know he’s my bias.”

“Yeah, but I’m your boyfriend!”

“Soooo?”

“You should have me.” He crossed his arms, pouting, again.

“I already have you as my wallpaper, and now on the back of my phone too.”

“I know. I’ll forgive you this time.”

“Oh my, thank you.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “I love you, you big baby.”

“I love you, too princess. See you soon.” He send you a smile and a kiss.

“Bye, baby.”

You shook your head, smiling. He’s so dramatic, he’s lucky he is cute.

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[och405o]

I want to have sensual and romantic sex with serim. He would be so gentle and amazing 🧡

Omg so real 🤭 He would be so sweet and whisper dirty praises in your ear while you fall apart under him. He would take such good care of you too omg I need a serim in my life. 😋😋

[wondering-out-loud]

I Love You, I Love You \\ Park Serim

pairing: boyfriend!Serim x reader

genre: fluffy fluff

warnings: none really, a slight curse once

word count: 873

synopsis: Cravity has a comeback coming up and Serim has been really busy

It was another night lying awake in bed waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work. Serim had said he would come by after practice and you were determined to stay awake no matter how late it got because it’s been a while since you’ve gotten to spend more than 5 minutes with him.

Cravity is having a comeback with their first full album in less than a month and Serim has been busy practicing basically every second of the day. Whenever he isn’t practicing he is handling some other aspect of the comeback plans. He has committed everything as usual, even dying his hair more than once to get the look the stylists wanted for the concept. You knew he loved what he did but also that it was a lot of work and really takes a toll on him sometimes; he wasn’t the best at knowing when to take a break and rest.

To try and help where you could you had gone out and gotten everything you could think of: vitamins, face masks, his favorite snacks, and even one of those neck pillows with a hood attached in the hopes he’ll take a nap here or there when he can. You rolled over to check the time as you heard keys jingling and unlocking the front door of your apartment: 1:48 am. You climbed out of bed to meet Serim in the kitchen where he was investigating the bags of stuff you had gotten.

He smiled when he noticed you approaching. “What’s all this?”

“You’ve been going and going nonstop preparing for the comeback and I know there’s not much I can do so I thought I’d grab a few things to try and help my favorite boy destress and stay healthy” You took the items out one by one for him to see but when you looked up at him to see his reaction you noticed he was only looking at you. You reached a hand out to gently stroke his cheek and observed the bags under his eyes and how exhausted he looked.

Without a word he pulled you into his arms and rested his head in the crook of your neck, sighing deeply in content. He mumbled a “thank you” against your skin and you pulled away to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

“Did you eat?” You asked and he nodded. “Come on then, you need to sleep” You took his hand to pull him towards your bedroom and the two of you climbed into bed.

“I don’t want to go to sleep yet I want to hang out” He said while obviously fighting a yawn. “Tell me about your day. I miss you”

You laid your head on his chest and started drawing soothing patterns with your fingers across his rib cage.

“I miss you too, Ser. But you’re working nonstop all day and I know this album is important to you. I’d rather have you get a good night’s sleep than try to entertain me. I’m just happy to get to sleep in your arms. I’ll still be here after the comeback is over, and for the next one, and the one after that, and every single thing you do. I’m not going anywhere and I’m definitely not standing in the way of your dreams. So get some rest, okay?”

You felt his chest rumble as he laughed lightly. “You promise?”

“Promise what?” You turned your head to lock eyes with him.

“That you’ll still be here after every comeback no matter how crazy or busy I get?” He says with real concern in his eyes.

You sit up and fully face him so there’s no chance he’ll miss the genuineness in your response. “I absolutely without a doubt can promise you I’ll be here through it all. And that’s a big promise cause I’m pretty sure my extremely talented boyfriend has a loooong successful career ahead of him. And I’m sure as hell not gonna miss a single album, a single performance, or a single second of any of it. You’re stuck with me.”

His hand comes up to caress your cheek, similarly to what you had done to him a few minutes ago. He grips your chin lightly and pulls you towards him for a slow, sweet kiss so full of love and appreciation you thought you might explode. He pulls away and rests his head against yours, smiling brightly.

“Have I ever mentioned that I love you?” He whispers. Remembering that it was after midnight already you responded, “hm, I don’t think you’ve said it today”

He furrowed his eyebrows then made the realization himself and smiled again. “Well, miss y/n y/l/n, I, Park Serim, love you. So much. Like a lot a lot.” He places a kiss on your nose before laying back down on the bed and tucking your body back into his side.

“I love you too. To the moon and back again. Every second of every day. With every beat of my heart. I love you, I love you” You say, voice getting quieter and quieter as you notice his breathing slow as he’s lulled gently asleep by the reminders of your love for him.

[ddaehyeon]

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— serim + gn!reader, fluff, 315 words

— requested ✧ cravity masterlist

hiii can you write a romantic and fluff scenarios like cuddles and all with serim? i barely see things abt him im sAd i luv him sm:(

what a good way to end a long and somewhat stressful day than be next to the person you love the most?

“and then, what happened next?” serim tucked you closer to him, his hand caressing the top of your head ever so lovingly. the stories that your lips had allowed to slip were of a great count, but he can’t seem to get tired no matter how long you talk. he even loved the way your eyes sparkled in the dimmed lights of the living room, your tone rising in excitement as you go through tiny details of what happened in your day.

“the interviewer asked me several questions,” you continued, a chuckle serving as a pause to your words. “their gazes were scary.”

“you did well though,” serim remarked.

nose scrunched up, you let him squeeze you into a hug. a little gesture serim would usually do, yet he has no idea how you love his every embrace. it was like it carried comfort and warmth of different levels each time. when you’re down, it lifts your spirit up. when you're tired, it gives you healing. when you’re happy, it overflows with love.

releasing you for a moment, his face turned into what seemed to be a concerned look— soft gaze and a small pout. “shouldn’t you rest though? you still have another interview tomorrow.”

you mirrored the pout he had on his lips before letting go of a breath. “i want to spend more time with you though.”

serim smiled at your words, leaning closer to you to give your forehead a light peck. “i’ll not go home tonight, i’ll sleep next to you, how’s that?”

“i like that.” a faint smile broke out of your visage.

“good.” and came another kiss, but this time it was planted on your lips. “let’s rest? you can tell me more of what happened later.”