#seokmin drabble

[wonuwonder]

can i request something cute and full of kisses while cuddling with seokmin on the couch please and thank you 🥹

an: your mind anon>> i was literally thinking about posting a drabble about cuddly seokmin🥺 tysm for requesting!! hope this isn’t too short or cheesy😭

content: pure fluff, fem reader x seokmin, established relationship, just cuddling and snuggling with seokmin, clingy baby just wants to kiss you and hold you. 0.8k words

cuddles & kisses - lee seokmin

you were laying on the couch reading a book with the tv on at the back keeping you company, it was a quiet evening, you hadn’t done much the whole day, just ran errands with your boyfriend Seokmin, walked in the park for a bit and got home quickly before it started to rain.

“hey whatcha doing?” he asks cutely, entering the living room, he gets close to the couch and grabs your book, making you look up at him, he puts the bookmarker in place and closes it “i want cuddles, i’m cold” he whines, pouting.

you open up the blanket and gesture for him to join you at the couch, he lays in between your legs, his back facing the ceiling, resting his head in your chest, he scoots closer to you as you start playing with his hair, while he caresses the sides of your tummy under your t-shirt. he hums everytime you pull his hair, he loved it.

“i missed this min” you say softly, hugging him tightly and kiss the tip of his nose “you spend so much time overseas or with your tight schedules these days, it feels like we don’t have time to enjoy each other’s presence” he looks up at you and pouts at your confession, he brushes the hair out of your face and stares at you delicately, his tired brown eyes glistening with adoration, he’s about to start speaking but you cut him off before he can start, “and i’m not blaming you or complaining, I know it doesn’t depend on you, and that you’re doing your best, i just” —you sigh “wanted to tell you how i felt i guess”

he tugs you against him, turning you and him to your sides, so you can stare at him and lay before each other on the couch. he places his hand on your cheek and brushes his thumb against your skin, you close your eyes enjoying the feeling. he reaches for you, and kisses you softly, taking his time to taste your lips, when he pulls back, he grabs your waist and scoots you closer to him, snuggling you.

“i missed this too, so much” he confesses, and looks at you with tired eyes “i wish we could be together all the time” your faces were so close together you could see your reflection in his big dark eyes, the intimacy felt so comfortable, you wish you would never have to separate.

you lean closer and brush your lips against his, and then close the tiny gap between you both, capturing your lips again, he presses his against yours harder, and you deepend the kiss by parting your lips for his tongue to get in, but still being soft and gentle with the way your lips move against each other. when he pulls back slowly after a while of just enjoying each other’s kisses, he leaves a little peck on your lips before hiding his head in your neck, hugging you tightly.

he leaves wet kisses all over your neck making you tickle, as you scratch his back softly under his t-shirt, he hums at every scratch and caresses your tummy, he finds your belly button and fiddles with it, making you laugh, he leans closer again and starts kissing you once again, this time more chaotically, as he was laughing against your lips, leaving peck kisses all over your face “I-“ he starts, and kisses your nose, “love” another kiss, on your cheek “you” he ends with a kiss on your lips, pressing his lips tightly, pulling back with the biggest smile on his face. you grab his cheek and reply “i love you too”.

you cuddle and kiss for hours, stopping only to look at each other like idiots “your lips have gone all red” you tell him, caressing his big plump lips with your thumb, he bites it softly, making you both laugh, “i canbg’t geth engbough of youlr lips” he says struggling to talk with your thumb between his teeth, you both laugh until your stomachs hurt at his jokes, like always.

you spend the whole evening like that, enjoying each other cuddles, snuggling and hiding on each others bodies, talking about anything and everything, cherishing every little moment in each other’s company.

you fall asleep before seokmin does, lying on his big chest, he takes his time admiring every bit of your face, counting every freckle and every mole on your skin, trying to remember all your details. he eventually falls asleep too, hugging you from behind, locking his arms around your waist, thinking to himself, how lucky he was to be with you.

[ssentimentals]

seventeen members as their natal charts: seokmin

sun in aquarius, moon in cancer

this man is ruled by his emotions, tends to make decisions based on how he 'feels' rather than logic; caring and thoughtful, he is a social butterfly, very good at making sure everyone is comfortable and okay, can easily guess when someone feels 'off', his kindness is sincere and his desire to help is engraved in his personality

seokmin quietly closes the balcony door and steps closer to you, hovering unsurely next to the chair. 'do you mind if i sit here?'

you slowly blink at him. 'i- this is your house, seokmin.'

he laughs a bit awkwardly at this. 'still, if you don't want me to then i won't sit. i can leave, actually, if you want to be alone.'

you don't really know what to say on this. seokmin is the host of this party and yet instead of being the center of attention, he chooses to stand in front of you on the balcony, with two drinks in his hands, asking whether he can or cannot sit in his own house. you look at him in silence and seokmin stares back with a small smile, looking earnest and reminding you of a puppy. cute. you glance at the drinks in his hands and ask gingerly: 'is one of them for me?'

he is so animated. myriad of emotions change in his face as he hands you a glass of strawberry lemonade, because 'i noticed how you mostly stuck to it, it's your favorite, right?' and then smiles brightly at your hushed 'it is'. he still is standing and it takes you few seconds to realize that you haven't answered his question about the chair. 'oh my god, please sit.' you rush, surprised at how he waited for your verbal permission. 'thank you for the drink.'

'welcome!' his smile is so bright, you pretty sure it can rival the sun. 'i'm glad i made you smile, i think it's the first one since you came here. you have a really nice smile, by the way.'

seokmin is kind, that much you know, but experiencing this kindness on yourself is another thing. it leaves you flustered in a way that has your body tingle with warmth. 'why are you here?' you ask, because you have to know. what is this sunshine of a boy doing next to you?

'i could tell that something felt off for you, so i just wanted..' seokmin shrugs, looking at you. 'to make you smile, i guess.' at your silence, he gently nudges your shoulder with his one. 'you really should smile more. it suits you.'

there's a commotion from the living room and then door to the balcony opens, revealing dino. 'hyung! you coming? game is about to start!'

seokmin turns, reaching out for your hand, but not taking it. his smile is kind, sweet and when he asks: 'you wanna come with me?', you don't really doubt your answer: 'yes.'

a large-hearted individual who can overwhelm another preson with his emotions; he is warm and sweet, but can be a little detached and moody, so someone who is patient with childish outbursts and gentle at core is the best fit for him. loves excitement and is not demanding nor possessive to his partner.

'are you getting moody at me, lee seokmin?' you question, teasingly flicking his ear. 'you, big baby.'

'hey!' he whines, trying to hide from you only to end up being trapped by you on the sofa. 'you should support me, not make fun of me!'

you giggle, pulling pillow that he's holding away. at that you almost fall but seokmin catches you, because letting you fall is not something he can ever let happen, not when he's around. he quickly pulls you back to his chest and helps you to fix your hair, looking at you lovingly. even during his moody scenes, he is incredibly sweet and attentive, which never fails to make you smile. 'i always support you and that's exactly why i will not let you make decisions when you're this cranky. we should be logical here, babe.'

seokmin pouts and tries to continue pouting but gives up under your insistent lips on his; he ends up smiling, kissing you back sweetly. 'what logic? don't wanna use any logic.'

rolling your eyes, you let him whine, petting his head as he hides his face in your neck. he holds you close to him, finding strength in your support. seokmin's large heart hurts sometimes from caring too much and you are always there to pick it up and fix it again. 'do you want to go somewhere far?' you ask quietly, running your fingers through his hair.

'somewhere far?' seokmin perks up like a puppy. 'just you and me?' at your nod, if possible, he gets even more excited. you can practicallly feel it radiate from him in waves. 'god, yes. yes! anywhere you want, it doesn't matter as long as you're with me.'

you peck his lips, noting how he doesn't seem so sulky anymore. being close enough that he'd feel comfortable to show the real him, whether it's an excited self or moody self - you're grateful for that immensely. 'we'll choose together. but for now, let's think of that thing, yeah? logically.'

he smiles at your emphasis and leans in to kiss you. moody or not, he loves how you always treat him with such gentleness that his heart skips a beat whenever you look at him. 'alright,' seokmin agrees easily, because with you everything is easy. 'whatever you want.'

and he means it. whatever you want, however you like - he's ready to give it all, knowing that you'll be waiting for him on the other side with a small smile, cheering him on even on the darkest days.

a/n: whenever i try to write seokmin i always end having a meltdown, i'm sorry if this is not good guys :( - nini

tagging @prpldahy

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[savventeen]

DK + Sunday Morning

Hehehe 🤭

prompts are only supposed to be one word so i hope it's okay i mostly just paid attention to the morning part hahaha 😅

[dk + (sunday) morning]

The early morning light gently seeps through the hazy curtains, lightly dusting Seokmin in a soft golden glow.

It suits him, you think — the way he soaks up sunlight like a sponge.

You trace the curve of his cheek, and when he hums, turning into the touch, your heart melts.

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[seokmn]

MOLES <𝟑 .ᐟ

pairing: seokmin x gn!reader wc: 0.3k words warnings: none

“i’m your smile when you get my kiss”

Your head rested on Seokmin’s lap as you gently traced his face with your fingers. The sight of Seokmin’s small and satisfied smile and his eyes closed was what you liked to call real your home.

“You have a lot of moles.” You said quietly and saw his eyes slowly opening and then looking down at you. His smile was still there, becoming larger as his hand found its way to your hair, massaging your scalp softly.

“And do you like them?”

“I do. Of course I do,” you smiled and pinched the skin between his cheek moles. Ever since Seokmin did that in front of you and told you that it was an elephant, you never stopped doing the same thing every single time you’d be playing with his face, always remembering about the beautiful grin he gave you when he showed you the animal he could make with those pretty moles of his. “But it makes me envy the love of your past life.”

“I thought we agreed that we were the love of each other's past lives.” You hummed. “I know, but I take that back. It’s impossible for me to be the love of your past life.”

Seokmin pouted, clearly not liking the idea of having a lover that isn’t you, even if it’s from a life he doesn’t remember. “What do you mean? Don’t say that, love.”

“It’s true, because if I really was the love of your past life, you would have way more moles now, maybe your skin would be filled with moles.”

Seokmin felt his heart getting warm, he let out a soft chuckle and nodded. “Yes, I guess you got a point.”

“But I’m happy to know that you were very much loved in your past life, and I get even happier when I remember that in this life I’ll love you even more than your any of past lovers. Maybe that will make me be your lover in your next lives, always and forever.”

Seokmin placed his hand on top of your hand that was resting on his face and leaned into your touch. “Always and forever.”

[nerdycheol]

Saltwater Sins || seungcheol, joshua, dk

pairings: dk x seungcheol x joshua x afab!reader

summary: years of almosts and not-quites finally ignite on a maldives trip with your three closest friends — where the only thing hotter than the sun is the tension you can’t ignore anymore.

wc: 4.7k

genre: pwp/ smut

smut warnings: nsfw (MDNI), p in v, multiple rounds, hair pulling, dirty talk, oral(f receiving), cumplay, creampie, anal fingering, overstimulation, double penetration, spanking, degradation, cunnilingus, anal, body worship, aftercare (lmk if i missed anything)

a/n: it’s officially my time to go to horny jail. half-naked svt will be the death of me, i swear. my brain hasn’t functioned properly since those pics dropped and not writing smut after seeing them would've been the real crime. huge thank you to cel (@mylovesstuffs) for matching my freak energy and beta-ing this. ilysm 💗

dividers by @strangergraphics

work is difficult. day and night of skimming through reports, sitting through meetings, and having almost no time for yourself. you needed to cool off.

what better way than to go on a trip with your friends?

so when joshua, seokmin, and seungcheol floated the idea of a vacation — somewhere warm, with no responsibilities and plenty of alcohol, you didn’t even hesitate. the four of you had been talking about it for months, and somehow, miraculously, everyone’s schedules finally aligned.

maldives is fun, beachy, sunny — everything to help take your minds off things. the water’s clear, the drinks are cold, and your biggest concern is whether to swim before or after your third mimosa.

and when your view includes three half-naked men with zero shame and way too much confidence? oh, scrumptious vacation.

you reach maldives after a long, painful 18-hour flight. exhausted, slightly dehydrated, but buzzing with the idea of doing absolutely nothing for the next few days.

you’d rented a villa just beside the beach — private, peaceful, and stupidly pretty. it looked exactly like the pictures, which felt like a small miracle in itself. joshua doesn't even wait to rest and removes his shirt and dives straight into the sea. he rises to the surface after a few seconds — hair sticking to his forehead, wet, and his shorts sticking way too well to his thighs.

fuck.

you shake your head, like that would somehow make the image disappear. you mutter something about needing to unpack and hurry inside, pretending like your brain isn’t already betraying you.

seungcheol follows you. he lugs in a couple of bags, drops them carelessly by the wall, and immediately makes himself at home — stretching like he’s just run a marathon, then flopping onto the couch with a dramatic sigh.

he spreads his legs. manspreads, really. like the couch owes him space. arms draped over the backrest, head tilted like he owns the place.

“you good?” he asks, glancing at you with that lazy smile. the one that’s gotten him out of actual consequences more times than you can count.

no, you are not good. not when his shirt rides up slightly and you catch a sliver of skin. not when he looks that comfortable in his own body.

you force a nod. “yeah. great.”

liar.

the rest of the day is…quite uneventful.

well not really. while the boys run straight into vacation mode — playing beachball, yelling over rules that don't exist, and somehow turning it into a full-on wrestling match in the water; you decide to sunbathe.

a peaceful choice. relaxing. calm.

except the view wasn’t exactly PG.

wet hair, bare chests, muscles flexing way too dramatically over a plastic ball, water glistening on skin that had no business looking that good under the sun.

you aren't even pretending to read anymore. just lying there on your towel, sunglasses on, trying to look unaffected while watching what could only be described as a thirst trap in motion.

delectable, honestly.

but after a while, it had gone suspiciously quiet. no yelling, no splashing, no chaotic screams over who cheated in beachball.

you lower your sunglasses just a little, eyes scanning the shoreline — only to find all three of them walking toward you in sync like some kind of hot boy band comeback.

you sit up instantly. “what.”

seokmin’s the first to speak, his voice all sunshine and mischief. “hey. you enjoying yourself?”

your eyes narrow. “…yes?”

joshua steps in beside him, flashing that deceptively innocent smile of his. “want to enjoy more?”

you barely get the chance to squint in confusion before a strong arm wraps around your waist.

“wait— wait, no—”

you are slung over seungcheol’s shoulder like a rag doll, the towel falling from your lap as he marches toward the ocean like a man on a mission.

“seungcheol!” you yell, squirming violently. “put me down!”

he doesn’t slow. doesn’t even flinch when you start pounding on his back, or when your palm smacks flat against his ass with a sharp thwack. if anything, he laughs.

“you sure you’re not enjoying this?” he teases.

“i swear to god, if you drop me, i’ll—”

he drops you.

one second you are yelling, the next you are underwater, surrounded by a burst of bubbles and betrayal. you come up gasping, hair clinging to your face, already shivering from the sudden shock.

“you absolute assholes!” you shout, wiping water from your eyes.

the three of them are doubled over on the sand, cackling like this is the funniest thing they’ve seen all year. they don’t even try to hide it.

you flip them off with both hands, still panting. “i hope jellyfish sting all of you.”

seokmin is the first to dive in after you, laughter spilling out of him. joshua follows with a dramatic splash. seungcheol strolls in last— smug, unbothered, like he hasn't just commit a full war crime.

you want to stay mad. really, you do. but when all three of them surround you in the water and start splashing like chaotic children, you burst out laughing before you can stop yourself.

by the time the sun starts to set, casting the beach in soft gold and cotton-candy pink, the chaos of the afternoon has settled into something calmer. the four of you are gathered around a bonfire, legs tucked into blankets, drinks in hand, the sound of waves lapping quietly in the background. seokmin connects a speaker, soft music playing in the background, and for the first time since arriving, it feels like you're really on vacation.

the fire crackles between you, sending warm flickers of light across their faces — catching in joshua’s lashes, the curve of seokmin’s smile, the sharp line of seungcheol’s jaw. you try not to stare. you fail miserably.

a few drinks in, with your feet buried in the cool sand and your head pleasantly fuzzy, seokmin claps his hands and declares that it’s time for truth or dare. and of course, no one says no.

the first few rounds are harmless. mild. someone has to sing. someone else has to reenact their most embarrassing drunken memory. you laugh until your stomach hurts, the buzz of alcohol and fire making everything feel lighter than it is.

and then joshua turns to you, his expression innocent in the most suspicious way possible. he leans back on one arm, cradling his drink, and asks, “truth. have you ever found any of us attractive?”

you freeze. your drink pauses halfway to your lips. it’s an easy question to dodge. but for whatever reason, maybe it’s the alcohol — you don’t dodge.

“yes,” you say, simply.

seokmin blinks. “wait, like... one of us?”

you look him right in the eye. “no. all of you. i want all of you.”

you don’t really know why you say the last part, but that shuts them up. for a second, at least.

then seokmin laughs, stunned. joshua raises his brows, clearly amused. seungcheol’s gaze sharpens, but he doesn’t say anything.

you try to act unfazed, but you can feel the shift in the air — the way all three of them are looking at you now, just a little differently. like they’re seeing something they weren’t allowed to before.

joshua laughs, but there’s a ragged edge to it. “You’re serious?”

you swallow, heart hammering. “Yeah. I’m serious.”

the flames of the bonfire crackle behind you, warm against your back, but it’s nothing compared to the heat rolling off them now. 

“fuck,” he murmurs, voice low and tight. “you really know how to set us off.”

seungcheol still hasn’t moved. still hasn’t spoken. just watching you with that dangerous, calculating look, as if he’s deciding what to do next. finally, he shifts forward, elbows on his knees: “say it again.”

you hesitate, then you repeat, “i want all of you.”

a moment of perfect, breathless silence.

then seungcheol stands up. he holds out a hand, steady and sure, no questions in his eyes anymore. “come here.”

your legs feel like water, but you obey, slipping your fingers into his. he pulls you up, guiding you off the sand, joshua and seokmin following behind.

joshua’s hand comes to rest at the small of your back, reassuring and possessive all at once. “we’ll take care of you,” he promises, voice gone husky.

your breath catches, tension coiling low in your belly as the atmosphere shifts. 

joshua steps in first, fingers reaching up to brush your hair from your face. his touch is gentle, careful — but his eyes are anything but. “say the word,” he murmurs. “we’ll stop if you want us to.”

you glance at all of them. seungcheol is standing near the bar, watching you like he’s been holding back all night. seokmin’s already closer, his eyes flicking to your mouth. joshua, in front of you now, so close his breath brushes your cheek.

you nod. once. “don’t stop.”

joshua kisses you first. slow, like he’s testing what you’ll allow — but you don’t want to hold back. your hands slide into his hair, fingers tugging slightly, and he groans against your mouth.

then seokmin’s behind you, arms slipping around your waist as he presses a kiss to your neck, and your knees almost give.

“fuck, you smell good,” he mumbles, lips trailing just below your ear. “you’ve been driving me insane all day.”

you feel another presence — seungcheol, finally stepping in. his hand comes up to tilt your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“how do you want this?” he asks, voice low and steady. “you tell us.”

you blink up at him, breathless. “i want you all over me.”

“fuck,” seokmin says behind you. “this is really happening.”

“no backing out now,” joshua murmurs, smiling as he kisses down your jaw.

then everything blurs — hands tugging at clothes, laughter mixed with groans, mouths everywhere. someone lifts you, someone else pulls your shirt over your head, and soon you’re being laid down on the oversized couch, bodies pressing in from every side.

you feel joshua’s lips on your chest, soft and reverent, while seokmin is sliding his fingers along your thighs, eyes wide with awe like he’s never seen anything prettier.

seungcheol kneels beside you, one hand wrapped around your jaw, the other sliding slowly down your stomach. “you’re still sure?” he asks again.

you don’t answer with words and just grab his wrist and guide his hand lower.

seungcheol’s mouth twitches at your answer — or lack thereof — when you guide his hand lower, letting your hips roll up into his palm.

“needy already?” he mutters, fingers slipping between your legs over your damp bottoms. “figures. all that attitude earlier — guess you just needed someone to fuck it out of you.”

your breath hitches. before you can even think of something smart to say, joshua tugs your shorts down your legs, tossing them somewhere across the room.

“she’s soaked,” joshua murmurs, his tone almost reverent. “and we’ve barely touched her.”

seokmin groans behind you. “fuck, i want her mouth.”

“then take it,” seungcheol says, voice hard now, like he’s not here to play anymore.

seokmin’s hand forms a fist in your hair in the next second, yanking your head back just enough to make you gasp. his cock is already out — hard, flushed, leaking — and he presses it to your lips, grinning down at you.

“open up, sweetheart. no more hiding behind those pretty little eyes.”

he groans the second you wrap your lips around him, pushing deep with no hesitation. his hand stays tangled in your hair, controlling the pace, dragging you down on his cock until your eyes water.

“shit, look at her,” joshua breathes, kneeling beside your thighs now. “so fucking desperate. you like being used, don’t you?”

you moan around seokmin’s cock, hips jerking upward because now seungcheol’s fingers are slipping inside you, thick and rough and fast.

joshua leans in and spits right on your pussy, spreading it with two fingers while seungcheol still pumps you open. “i want her dripping down my cock,” he mutters. “i want to hear her cry for it.”

seokmin lets out a choked laugh above you. “she’s already crying, hyung. look at her.”

tears stream down your cheeks from how deep he’s fucking your mouth, the wet squelch of fingers between your legs echoing in the room, your body squirming — helpless, overwhelmed, and loving every filthy second.

then it all moves fast.

you are flipped on your knees, cheeks hot, ass in the air. seungcheol delivers the first slap hard, loud, making you yelp and clench around nothing.

“don’t whine,” he snaps, rubbing the sting in. “you wanted this. all of us, remember?”

“yeah,” joshua laughs, lining up behind you now. “you said it so sweet. ‘i want all of you.’ little attention whore.”

you don’t get a chance to argue, not when joshua sinks into you in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

you scream — or you try to, but seokmin’s already pushing back into your mouth.

double stuffed. one in your mouth, one in your cunt, and one more still waiting.

“look at her,” seungcheol mutters, stroking himself now as he watches from the front. “fucking made for this.”

you’re already shaking. joshua’s pace is brutal, slamming into you from behind, his fingers digging into your hips. seokmin keeps your head in place, fucking your throat with no mercy.

“gonna stretch that tight little ass too,” seungcheol says, leaning down behind you. “think you can take it, baby?”

you try to nod, eyes wide and wet.

he spits on his fingers and starts working them into your ass, slow at first — then faster when he feels how easily you’re giving in.

“so fucking filthy,” he growls. “what a perfect fucking toy.”

you don’t know how you’re still conscious when joshua pulls out, only to be replaced by seungcheol behind you. joshua’s hand fists your hair again, lifting your head.

“you wanted all of us?” he says, voice rough. “then take all of us.”

seokmin’s still down your throat. seungcheol’s cock presses into your ass, slow, stretching you impossibly wide.

and then joshua slides into your pussy again.

both of them inside you.

you let out a muffled scream around seokmin’s cock.

you’re not even sure what you're saying anymore — the sounds coming from your mouth are nothing but muffled moans, choked and wet around seokmin’s cock. your jaw aches, your throat burns, but he doesn’t let up.

“shit,” he mutters, his grip tightening in your hair. “gonna fucking cum down your throat. you want that?”

you try to nod, eyes rolling back as you gag around him.

he groans, hips stuttering, and then he holds you down on him, cock buried deep in your throat.

“take it. fucking take it,” he growls.

and then you feel it — hot spurts spilling straight down your throat, thick and messy. he holds you there, cock twitching, groaning like he’s never felt anything better.

you swallow instinctively, tears slipping down your cheeks. he finally pulls out with a grunt, your lips swollen and wet, chin slick with spit and cum.

“fuck, look at you,” he breathes, dragging his thumb over your mouth. “so pretty when you’re ruined.”

joshua’s still fucking into you, hard and fast, every thrust punching sounds out of your mouth. you’re stretched and used, your body trembling between them, but he’s not done.

“she’s still tight,” he pants, grabbing your hips and slamming into you deeper. “still fucking milking my cock like she wants more.”

“gonna fill this pussy up,” he growls, pace growing erratic. “gonna make you leak all over the fucking floor.”

“do it,” seungcheol urges from behind, watching as he thrusts into your ass while joshua takes your pussy. “fill her up. she can take it.”

you’re so close to falling apart again, and then joshua lets out a sharp moan, thrusts one last time, and cums.

his hips stutter, cock pulsing deep inside you as he spills everything — hot and messy, groaning your name like a curse.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—”

you can feel it dripping out of you already, slick and warm and filthy.

joshua collapses forward against your back, panting against your shoulder.

“she’s perfect,” he mutters, breath still shaky. “fucking perfect.”

you don’t even get a moment to breathe before seungcheol growls in your ear —

“don’t go soft now. i’m not done with you yet.”

you barely have time to catch your breath. your body’s limp, jaw sore, your thighs shaking and soaked with a mixture of spit and cum — theirs and yours. you’re half-leaning against the couch, chest rising and falling rapidly, hair a mess across your face. joshua’s breath is still hot on your shoulder, his cum dripping slowly from between your legs.

“fuck, she’s twitching,” seokmin mutters, still sitting on the floor in front of you, lazily stroking himself back to hardness. “you gonna cry again, sweetheart?”

you whimper something incoherent. it doesn’t matter. they’re already working you open again.

joshua shifts beside you, dragging a finger through the mess dripping out of your pussy and pushing it right back in. “can’t waste any of that,” he murmurs, voice sweet but mocking. “she needs it.”

“look at this filthy little cunt,” seungcheol spits, reaching around to slap your clit hard enough to make your legs buckle. “you want another load in you? greedy whore can’t get enough?”

seokmin drags you up by your waist and flips you on your back. 

“can’t wait to try this pussy next,” he says, voice low and dark. “gonna fuck you until you cry.”

and he does — hard and deep, rutting into you with a pace that has your mouth falling open in a soundless moan.

joshua kneels beside your head, grinning like he’s found his favourite toy. 

he grabs your jaw, thumb swiping across your swollen lower lip.

“she looks fucked stupid already,” he mutters, voice dripping with pride. “let’s see how much more she can take.”

you open your mouth for him.

he slides his cock past your lips less harshly than seokmin did — letting you feel every inch, every vein, groaning when your tongue moves against him.

“yeah, just like that,” he breathes. “so fucking pretty like this.”

seungcheol leans over the back of the couch, one hand wrapping around your throat as seokmin pounds into you.

“how’s it feel?” he growls into your ear. “being passed around like this? like a little toy for us to use?”

you moan pathetically, muffled by joshua’s cock, your body jolting with every rough thrust joshua drives into you.

“can’t even answer anymore,” seungcheol laughs.

you don’t even care. your mind’s gone. all you can do is suck and moan and cum again as seokmin hits that spot inside you with ruthless precision.

“she’s squeezing me so hard,” seokmin gasps, pace stuttering. “fuck, she’s gonna make me—”

and then he groans — loud, raw — as he cums deep inside you, hips jerking forward as he fills you.

joshua’s not far behind. he pulls out at the last second, fisting his cock quickly and he cums across your chest. 

your legs barely work anymore. your whole body trembles, slick and sore and marked up from head to toe. seokmin is still half-sprawled on the couch beside you, lazy and smug, his cum leaking out of you in slow, hot drips. joshua is sitting across from you, shirtless, still catching his breath, watching you with a wide grin and glazed eyes like he just witnessed something holy.

but it’s not over. not until seungcheol says it is.

he’s still standing above you, hard as ever, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other sliding down your ruined thigh. he crouches between your legs, eyes drinking you in — fucked-out, flushed, your chest rising and falling in shallow, desperate breaths.

“look at you,” he mutters, thumb swiping between your folds, gathering the mess the other two left behind. “cum dripping out of this hole like it’s starving.”

you whimper, legs twitching as he presses two fingers back inside you. you're stretched and sensitive, your body jolting with every curl of his hand.

behind him, joshua hums, “she still wants more?”

seungcheol growls as he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours. “they already used you up. and you still want more?”

you whine, your fingers fisting in the couch cushions.

“say it,” he commands.

you choke out, “want you.”

he pulls his fingers out, sucks them clean, and then lines himself up. he thrusts all the way in. your legs fly open as your body locks up under him. 

joshua lets out a low whistle. “fuck, look at her face.”

“she’s gone,” seokmin laughs. “hyung is gonna break her.”

and he does. his pace is brutal, unrelenting, fucking into you like your cunt belongs to him and only him. your body arches, nails drag down his back, and your moans dissolve into broken sobs.

“so fuckin’ messy,” he grits out. “so full, and still clenching around me like a needy slut.”

you try to speak — to beg him or thank him or tell him you’re going to cum again. but all that comes out is a desperate gasp, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“that’s it, baby. you’re doing great!” his hips snap harder.

your climax hits out of nowhere — explosive, gut-wrenching, ripping through you like lightning. your back arches violently, a scream torn from your throat as your body clamps down around him.

“fuck, that’s it.” seungcheol moans, losing control as he thrusts harder, faster, chasing his own high through your convulsing cunt. “gonna fill you up. give you every last fucking drop.”

and when he cums it’s rough — he slams in deep, cock twitching, hot spurts spilling into you while he growls your name against your neck.

he stays there for a second, buried deep, your legs still shaking around him.

joshua hums, amused. “think she passed out.”

seungcheol pulls back slowly, looking down at the mess between your legs — his cum and theirs leaking out of you, your thighs trembling, your body twitching from overstimulation.

“you took it so fucking well,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you feel like jelly now. muscles aching, lips swollen, thighs sticky and sore in the best way. the air’s heavy with sex and sweat and heat, yet no one’s moving away.

you lie back on the cushion, chest rising and falling unevenly, and they… just look at you. like they’ve never seen anything more beautiful. 

seokmin is the first to move. he leans in and kisses your shoulder, then one just above your collarbone, then another on the curve of your jaw.

“hi,” he whispers against your skin, lips curling into a smile. “still alive?”

you manage a breathy laugh. “barely.”

“good.” he kisses you again. “we’ll keep it that way.”

joshua shifts beside you, dragging his fingertips up and down your thigh, slow and gentle, before leaning down to kiss your hip.

“you okay?” he murmurs.

you turn your head toward him, reaching to tangle your fingers in his hair. “i’m perfect.”

he grins, then leans in and kisses you slowly.

seungcheol’s hand rests on your stomach. he watches the two of you kiss for a moment, then leans in and steals one of his own. 

he kisses you deeper, firm but gentle — never taking more than you give.

“can i hold you?” he asks courteously. “while i’m inside?”

you nod immediately.

he pulls you gently onto his lap, easing you down over his cock with slow aching patience. there’s no rush, no pressure, just the stretch of him filling you again and the quiet gasp you let out as your arms wrap around his neck.

his lips find yours again, a little hungrier this time. his hands roam your back, your hips, your spine like he can’t stop touching you.

joshua moves behind you, peppering kisses along your neck, your shoulder then down your back. seokmin joins, his mouth pressing against your chest, your ribs, your stomach. every part of you that trembles under their touch gets kissed like worship.

“i feel like i’m dreaming,” seokmin admits, his voice muffled against your skin. “you’re going to ruin everyone else for me.”

seungcheol holds you like you are fragile now, his cock buried deep inside but barely moving — just enough to keep you full.

“you feel it?” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours.

“everywhere,” you breathe.

slow rolls of seungcheol’s hips. joshua’s lips dragging up your spine. seokmin’s kisses laid over your chest, your throat, your cheek.

your eyes flutter shut. your mouth finds whoever leans in first — joshua maybe, then seokmin, then seungcheol. 

“can you cum one more time?” seungcheol asks, voice rough from holding back. “for us?”

you nod, chest tight.

his hand slides between you, thumb circling your clit slow, maddening motions.

“let go for us, baby.” joshua whispers into your ear. “you are so fucking good for us.”

you break again, coming around seungcheol with a quiet cry, clinging to his shoulder as he groans and finally lets go inside of you, filling you with a trembling gasp against your neck.

you don’t know how long you lie there, half-sprawled against seungcheol’s chest, with joshua stretched out beside you, his hand lazily draws circles into your thigh, and seokmin curled against your side like a contented cat.

no one speaks for a while. your body is buzzing — overstimulated and sore, but in the best way. your lips are swollen, your thighs sticky, your chest covered in love bites and lazy kisses. your skin feels too warm, like you’ve been sun-drunk and sex-drunk all at once.

then joshua breaks the silence with a soft laugh. “well. that happened.”

you groan and bury your face in seungcheol’s neck. “don’t say it like that.”

“you mean… like we didn’t just absolutely destroy you?” seokmin teases, brushing his knuckles along your ribs. “because we did. and you’re gonna feel it tomorrow.”

“i feel it now.” you mutter.

“bath,” seungcheol says quietly, voice gravelly against your cheek. “you need one.”

he doesn’t ask, just moves. lifts you effortlessly off his chest. joshua and seokmin follow, groaning as they stretch and stumble toward the bathroom, like you’re all a little tipsy on each other.

the tub fills while you sit on the edge, wrapped in one of joshua’s shirts — the first thing someone pulled over you, soft and worn and smelling like him. you blink slowly, dazed, as seokmin adjusts the temperature and seungcheol pours something that smells like lavender into the water.

“she’s still floaty,” joshua murmurs, kissing your shoulder as he crouches behind you. “you good?”

you nod, sleepily. “mm. warm.”

“good,” he smiles. “we’ll take care of the rest.”

they help you into the tub once it’s ready — hands gentle, murmurs soft. joshua sits behind you, pulling you against his chest, while seokmin starts washing your arms with slow, soapy strokes, making little bubbles just to kiss them off your shoulder.

seungcheol kneels beside the tub, running his palm over your thigh, your folds, your foot. he presses a kiss to your knee and mutters, “you did so good for us.”

you hum quietly, eyes fluttering shut. “you guys are being weirdly sweet now.”

“what, you want us to degrade you after we fill you with cum?” seokmin snorts.

“kinda,” you mumble, and they all laugh — soft, affectionate.

the rest of the bath is quiet. peaceful. joshua rubs your shoulders. seokmin starts humming something under his breath. seungcheol brings you a bottle of water and a clean towel and kisses your temple without a word.

by the time they help you into bed, you’re already half asleep — hair damp, skin warm, clean clothes sticking slightly to your freshly washed skin.

you crawl under the covers and instantly feel joshua slide in beside you, followed by seokmin on your other side. seungcheol takes the last space — his arm over your waist, his chest to your back, his breath even against your neck.

“you’re staying here, right?” joshua asks quietly.

you smile into the pillow. “where else would i go?”

you close your eyes, sinking into the warmth of their bodies, but your mind doesn’t stop. 

how the hell is the rest of this trip supposed to go now? sharing cocktails by the pool like you didn’t have all of them inside you hours ago?

how do you go back to spreadsheets and small talk when you’ve just discovered that your new normal might involve three sinfully attractive men and way too few clothes?

you’re not sure.

but right now, wrapped up in their arms, you don’t really care.

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SEVENTEEN AND THEIR KINKS !

pairings; seventeen x reader, established relationship. | tw; raw sex, creampie, strength kink, somnophilia, choking, recording, oral, spit play, face sitting, bulge kink, etc etc | a/n; just kinks that has them twitching and cumming in no seconds. and guess who finally wrote AN OT13 POST WITHOUT QUITTING? it was a tough task ngl. but anyways enjoy! minors do not interact.

seungcheol — breeding

he hates the very existence of the rubber sheath. why would he not want to feel you raw and pulsating around him? tries not to bust even though he's only put his tip in. the wet, warm hug your cunt provides him makes him insatiable. he needs to cum inside you plus it's all natural and good, right? and no matter what, despite your chidings, he can never ever admit that he just wants to breed you and potentially start a family with you. except that you can look right through him and rile him up intentionally. just three words, “cum inside me,” is more than enough to have him fucking you like he's on lifeline. there is nothing he loves more than seeing his seeds drip out of your abused hole, it just fuels him to fuck you again and again till you're seeing the stars and filled to the brim with his cum.

jeonghan — cock warming

such a sucker for cock warming. he'd be so down for it. he gets to have his cock inside you and he doesn't even have to do anything. one, it soothes his old man bones. two, he gets to tease you. a smirk etches on his lips, looking at you get all squirmy and hot. that flush on your face makes his cock twitch and throb. and you can feel it too just as he feels the pulse in your cunt. but jeonghan does nothing to appease it, he only riles you up further. a nibble to your neck, teasing fingers brushing against your clit ever-so-lightly, his lips skating all over your hot skin, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses. his smile widens everytime you whimper or gasp. he pinches your nipples and kisses your lips while staying still inside you. that with a few thrusts is all it takes to make him cum. you're still hot and bothered and you will be till jeonghan decides to take mercy upon you.

joshua — strength kink

yeah, this is canon. he's usually a gentleman, even in the bedroom with his sweet smiles and soft touches. that is... till you asked—no, begged him to be rough with you. and who was he to deny your wishes? he was initially afraid of hurting you, but as your relationship spanned from months to years, he grew more comfortable with it. whether he's choking you while fucking you in missionary or he's fucking you against the wall. not to mention the chokeholds, the manhandles, the casual pickups while he's fucking you. it makes you so wet and hot, and your eyes cloud with lust. it's not that he's always rough and shows off his strength. josh has his soft moments too, making love to you so gently that it makes you cry. it's only when he notices that certain look on your face that makes it clear that you don't want any princess treatment tonight. and just like that, he obliges.

jun — choking

he's on the receiving end here. accidentally discovered it one day and now he can't go back. even a casual caress to his nape gets him all worked up and horny. you're riding him? just wrap your hand over his neck and watch him get breathless without you even choking him. he whines when you tease him, begging you to choke him. you oblige, squeezing the side of his throat with little pressure and then gradually work it up till he's gasping and heaving for breath. he doesn't ask you to stop, only canting his hips up to meet your own. his cock twitches wildly and he's begging you to let him cum. you're in missionary? again, wrap your hand around his throat and he's going to whine like a bitch in heat. his pace gets sloppy and he fucks you desperately, getting faster with the increasing pressure on his throat. he sees stars when he cums and apologises while continuing to fuck you lazily.

soonyoung — hand jobs

he's twitching the moment your hand travels down south. literally stops functioning lol. his favorite way to wake up is with your hands in his pants. he's a bit disoriented at first but when he feels the warmth of your hand gliding up and down his cock, he melts in your embrace and bucks his hips to the movement of your hand. you kiss the side of his face as he whines and moans. his face is flushed with remnants of sleep and his lips are apart, letting out beautiful whines and moans. you nibble on his ears, drawing your pace to a stop to squeeze and play with his balls. soonyoung gasps, begging you to jerk him off again. you squeeze his length and play with his precum. he tries to close his legs when you tease his slit and smear his pre all over his length. his moans get louder and his hips buck up. in no time, he's cumming in his pants so pathetically, that you can't help but smile at.

wonwoo — recording

he's good with cameras and he's good at fucking you. why not combine the both? he thought you wouldn't agree at first but seeing that ecstatic look on your face made his eyes darken with a smirk. he gets so hot and sweaty, watching those recordings. your face contorted in pleasure on the screen with your angelic moans and your reactions—god, it gets him so horny and desperate to fuck you. sometimes he watches them at his place and then drives all the way over to yours, unannounced just because he wants to fuck you. makes a film of that too. not only videos but also pictures that showcases your pretty face with a lustful visage or a snap of your body covered in his cum and marks. nothing gets him horny like seeing you on the screen.

jihoon — oral

sounds basic, but when you're on your knees, under his computer table in the studio? fuck yes. jihoon is a workaholic, getting hung up on it to the point he doesn't take care of himself. take a break, you tell him and he knows where this goes all the damn time. he tells just a minute but you don't listen and sit on his lap, obstructing the computer from his view. he was gone from the moment you came to the studio anyway. wanton moans leave his lips and you see his adam's apple moving with the way his head is thrown back on the chair. you spit on the head of his cock, getting more and more messy—just how he likes it. your throat constricts around his length and the sounds, fucking hell. he's twitching in no time as you bob your head up and down, sucking him off with all your strength. with a loud moan, he finishes inside your mouth and you pull away to show that you've swallowed all of it. you'll be the death of him.

minghao — edging

not always, just to teach you a lesson sometimes. he ties you up, hands cuffed and legs spread apart. fingers you slow and steady, and works your body up. the slight graze of his fingers against your g-spot, the brush of his thumb on your clit and his breath ghosting over nipples drive you insane. your desperate cries sound so sweet to him. he shushes, muttering patience as he draws slow circles on your clit. it's amusing to him, your whines and how breathless and hot you get. your abdomen muscles twitch with your impending orgasm but minghao takes no mercy on you, pulling his hands away. it drives you absolutely crazy but you've learned to take what he gives you. you take a few breaths and look at him pleadingly, he fondly smiles at you and resumes his ministrations. you sigh out of pleasure but you know your orgasm is nowhere near to be achieved.

mingyu — bulge kink

another canon lol. your praises and moans are more than enough to inflate his ego, but to see it in physical form? fuck yes. starts fucking you more desperately when he sees that bulge in your stomach. he's so fucking obsessed with the image of it, probably has multiples snaps of it on his phone. his veins pop out when he sees the bulge, and the adrenaline rush blinds any logic and reason. he simply needs to fuck you till his legs give out. that paired with some mind-numbing clenching will drive him crazy. stops and repositions you so that he can see the bulge better. he tries to go slow and hard to clearly see it but loses control after a few seconds and starts fucking you desperately. and he's cumming in seconds while babbling and groaning like crazy. he's just really whipped for you.

seokmin — fingering

like have you seen his fingers? puts them to best use. that is, using them to make you squirm and tremble. he doesn't even need to whip out his cock to make you squirt. he fucking loves burying his fingers deep inside your cunt, feeling your clenching and throbbing. your moans and the wet squelchy noises are to die for. fingering is his idea for foreplay—it gets you all wet and soaking and him, rock hard and throbbing. even when he's mad, it's his way of cooling down. whether or not, he's mad at you, you can expect to be a trembling mess. uncharacteristically rough but he does it with your consent ofc. makes you squirt and cum till you can't take it anymore and are crying from pleasure. either way, service top all the way and he just loves having his fingers inside you.

vernon — spit kink

he has that subtle dominant aura in him. loves making out with you and getting all messy, it doesn't need to escalate further. he just needs his mouth on yours. whether it's rushed or slow, just loves having his tongue down your throat. and naturally, spitting follows. he pulls away, mid-makeout and gathers spit on his tongue. he spits it in your mouth and the sight of you swallowing it has his cock twitching and needy. and the fact you moan whenever he spits? fucking hell, you're going to be death of him. wearing a lipstick around him is useless, all of it is gonna smudge away the moment he gets his mouth on you. but he loves seeing your smudged lipstick, loves the smeared pink or red on your swollen lips with that horny, drunk look in your eyes. could cum just by looking at you in that state.

seungkwan — nipple play

resident boob man. gets all hot and hard just by having a peek at your tits. make-out sessions always end with his mouth on your breast (if it doesn't go any further of course). he gropes and squeezes them. he's so messy, licking and leaving hickeys all over. sucking on your nipples like it's last day on your earth. does that thing where he sucks your nips and release them with a loud pop! only to do it again and again. god, does he put those hands to good use, tugging and pinching and stroking and twisting. jumped on you after knowing orgasm can be achieved just through some nipple play. you were skeptical obviously, until you were proven wrong. and he uses the fact that he can make you cum without even touching your clit to his advantage all the time. that is, poking fun and degrading (lovingly) you.

chan — face sitting

oh, chan loves some good face sitting. he loves giving you head normally but when it comes to face sitting? it's another level. and whether or not, you cum, he'll definitely cum from just having a taste you. he's so vocal when he's eating you out. always mons during the first lick, like a literal porn moan with eyes rolled back and out of breath look. face sitting will always be his top #1 but he'd also give his life to get suffocated by your sweet thighs. whether you're sitting on his face, or lying down your back. regularly shaves just so your delicate skin isn't grazed by his stubble. also one to overstimulate you, like you'd cum on his tongue but he'd lock his hands on your thighs and force you to ride his face—making you cum again effortlessly. and again, and again.

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svt + "oh no, the car is packed"

seungcheol: says you're riding shotgun and doesn't allow anyone to say anything else. "but hyung, i'm too big~" mingyu could say, and seungcheol would be like 🤷 yeah well, that sounds like a YOU problem.

jeonghan: depending on his mood, he's either the one sitting on your lap like a princess or he's the cocky motherfucker who will smirk because you'll have to sit on his.

joshua: ever a gentleman, he lets you decide if you're comfortable with sitting on his lap or if you'd rather sit on anyone else's/have someone on your lap. would probably tell you to ride in the front seat with the driver too.

jun: stands there like 🧍 just casually talking logistics with wonwoo and chan until he also casually gets in the car and gives you a small smile and a nod, telling you to make yourself as comfortable as possible. blushes the entire ride.

soonyoung: literally couldn't care less but has the time of his life with you sitting on his lap, you'll have to be careful not to bump your head as he's bouncing his legs in excitement.

wonwoo: has you on his lap like it doesn't mean a thing but deep down he's all butterflies, rainbows and unicorns. most likely to rest a hand on your waist just because. has the time of his life during a 15 minutes ride.

jihoon: "jihoon-ah, what do you prefer?" *doesn't answer as he's already calling an uber, he is NOT doing that or puttng you in such a position*.

seokmin: apologizes the moment you sit on his lap, but you know he ain't sorry - his smile is too big in that moment. will crack a joke to make you laugh and then he'll laugh with you and you'll feel his breath on your shoulder and-

mingyu: a big baby :( would be bullied into riding in the backseat and pouts because of it, but then smiles when you have to sit on his lap. wraps his arms around you to "make sure you're safe" - yeah, right. you don't fool me, kim mingyu.

minghao: does his best to make everyone let you ride in the passenger seat because you don't deserve to be in the backseat all squeezed against those losers. sneakily grab the keys and then drive the car, saving himself from the backseat too.

seungkwan: doesn't even try to play it cool or cocky, he literally giggle as he sits on your lap. grabs the back of the driver's seat for dear life the entire ride otherwise he's gonna combust. apologizes every time he has to move. "i'll start a diet tomorrow-" "boo seungkwan, just shut up, please".

vernon: "should we just ride the subway?" "i don't know, vernon. i mean, it's gonna take us double the time to get there?" "yeah. let's take the subway". please understand his message.

chan: is torned between having you on his lap or sitting on yours. frowns in annoyance when one of his hyungs tells you to sit on their lap - like, come on now, give him a break!! but also, chan has the brightest smile on his face when you have to change laps and sit on his because he's smaller than almost all of his hyungs.

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how seventeen get cuteness aggression for their s/o

requested by many people! counterpart to this hc <3

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seungcheol, woozi

has probably actually gotten mad at how cute you are at some point. like genuinely, looking over at you and then just freezing, before loudly complaining and making a whole fuss over how you can't keep looking at him like that because he will!!! he Will need to punch something bc of just!!! how!!! cute!!! you are. nonono, he's not punching you, he's gonna punch like. a wall or something. just to vent over how someone as adorable as you actually exists. and then he'll give you kisses all over until you're laughing because you are ridiculously cute and he needs to shower you with affection so you realise how enamoured he is.

jeonghan, joshua, minghao

only he could make cuteness aggression sound like the softest thing ever. he'll be aggressively squishing your cheeks so hard that your eyes are all squinty and everything you say is basically indecipherable, whilst he continues sighing and looking at you with all the fondness in the world and lamenting over how goddamn adorable you are and honestly, what is he going to do with you? the stark contrast between his soft, enamoured voice and the way he's ruffling your hair and kissing your face everywhere like you're going to disappear any moment makes you laugh, weirdly endeared by his behaviour. you're going to get him back for it, though. and ruffle his hair until he can't see a single thing.

junhui, hoshi, mingyu, chan

probably cries. he looks at you sitting there all pretty, completely minding your own business, and the feelings just bubble up inside him so aggressively because WHO is allowed to be that adorable whilst doing absolutely nothing? it's not fair. what starts out as a rant over your cuteness ends up with him a bit teary-eyed and sniffly bc you're just so pretty and he doesn't know what to do. you have to pat him on the head and wipe away his tears as he clings to you and continues to tearily confess that you're the sweetest and loveliest person he's ever seen. his episodes of cuteness of aggression always end with you getting cuteness aggression too bc of how adorable he is everytime he does this

wonwoo, vernon

he's not very showy about his cuteness aggression, at all, but that doesn't mean it's not obvious. he'll stare at you for hours with literal hearts in his eyes, fondness written all over his face, and anyone who looks at him will just know how cute he finds you, even though he hasn't said a word. acts like you're the most precious being in the entire world, and is basically dissolving into a puddle of adoration right then and there. god, he's so lucky to even be in your presence and be able to love you, bc you're just so pretty and so cute. “why are you staring at me so much?” / “you're just so cute, i don't know what to do with you.”

dokyeom, seungkwan

he is very, very noisy about how cute he finds you. i mean like genuinely screeching and being all loud as he complains that you are far too adorable and what about his heart?? have you thought about his heart? bc it's currently melting onto the floor and it's all your fault!!!! the loud screeching is Also accompanied by very clingy hands, so expect the sudden shout to then be followed up with him basically hanging off your shoulders and holding your face in his hands as he cries over how adorable and lovely you are. everyone within a fifty metre radius will know that he finds you cute, by the way. be prepared.

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Sweet Like Candy

dad! kim mingyu ll 6k words

The neon lights of Dylan’s Candy Bar reflected off Mingyu’s panicked face as he frantically scanned the crowded store, his tall frame weaving between displays of rainbow-colored confections. His heart hammered against his ribcage as he called out for the third time, “Minhee! Princess, where are you?”

Beside him, Seokmin was equally frazzled, his usually cheerful demeanor replaced by wide-eyed concern. “I swear she was right here looking at the gummy bears,” he said, running his hands through his hair. “I turned around for literally two seconds to pay for the chocolate-covered strawberries, and—”

“And my daughter vanished into thin air,” Mingyu finished, his voice tight with worry. He pulled out his phone with shaking fingers. “I have to call—”

“Daddy! Uncle Seokmin!”

A tiny voice piped up from somewhere near their knees, and both men looked down to see Minhee emerging from behind a towering display of lollipops, her small hands clutching a bag of Swedish fish and her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“There you are!” Mingyu dropped to his knees instantly, gathering his five-year-old daughter into his arms. The relief that flooded through him was so intense he felt dizzy. “Baby, you scared Daddy so much. Where were you?”

“I was getting these fishies for Mommy,” Minhee said matter-of-factly, holding up the candy bag. “She said yesterday that she missed the red fishies from when she was little, so I wanted to surprise her. But then I got lost behind all the big candy mountains.”

Seokmin let out a shaky laugh, placing a hand over his heart. “Minhee, you just took ten years off my life. And probably twenty off your dad’s.”

Mingyu was still holding his daughter close, breathing in the scent of her strawberry shampoo mixed with the overwhelming sweetness of the candy store. “Next time, you have to tell Daddy or Uncle Seokmin before you go anywhere, okay? Even if it’s a surprise for Mommy.”

“Okay, Daddy,” Minhee nodded solemnly, then brightened. “But look! I also found these for Uncle Wonwoo because they’re shaped like books!” She pulled out a small bag of chocolate books from her jacket pocket.

Mingyu couldn’t help but smile despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. Even at five years old, Minhee was always thinking of others. “Those are perfect for Uncle Wonwoo. He’ll love them.”

“And I got mint chocolates for Uncle Vernon because he likes mint tea,” she continued, producing another small bag. “And rainbow sour strips for Uncle Soonyoung because he’s colorful like a rainbow, and—”

“Whoa there, little lady,” Seokmin chuckled, kneeling down beside them. “Did you buy out the entire store?”

Minhee giggled, a sound that never failed to make Mingyu’s heart feel full. “No, silly Uncle Seokmin! I only got a little bit for everyone. Oh! And I got you chocolate-covered pretzels because you said they were your favorite yesterday.”

“You remembered that?” Seokmin’s voice softened with genuine surprise and affection.

“Uh-huh! I remember everything,” Minhee said proudly. “Daddy says I have an elephant emory.”

“Elephant memory, princess,” Mingyu corrected gently, standing up and taking her small hand in his much larger one.

“That’s what I said,” Minhee replied with the kind of confidence only a five-year-old could possess.

After paying for all of Minhee’s carefully selected treats (and trying not to wince at the total), the trio made their way out of the candy store and onto the bustling streets of Manhattan. The October air was crisp, carrying the scent of roasted chestnuts from a nearby vendor and the faint aroma of pizza from the restaurant across the street.

“Daddy, can we go see the big green lady again?” Minhee asked, skipping between Mingyu and Seokmin, her small hands in theirs.

“The Statue of Liberty?” Mingyu asked, though he already knew the answer. They’d visited Liberty Island the day before, and Minhee had been fascinated by everything from the ferry ride to the crown.

“Yes! I want to draw her for Mommy when we get back to the hotel,” Minhee said. “Uncle Vernon taught me how to draw big buildings yesterday.”

Seokmin grinned. “Vernon’s been having a blast being the cool architecture uncle, hasn’t he?”

“He showed me how shadows work on buildings,” Minhee said seriously. “He’s really smart. But not as smart as Daddy.”

Mingyu felt his chest swell with pride and affection. Being an architect himself, he loved seeing Minhee’s interest in buildings and design. “Uncle Vernon is very smart too, baby. Different people are smart in different ways.”

“Like how Uncle Wonwoo is smart with books, and Uncle Hoshi is smart with dancing, and Uncle Chan is smart with music?” Minhee asked.

“Exactly like that,” Mingyu confirmed, squeezing her hand gently.

They walked a few more blocks before Seokmin checked his phone. “We should head back to the hotel. Your mom is probably wondering where we disappeared to with the little candy thief here.”

“I’m not a thief!” Minhee protested with mock indignation. “I paid for everything with my vacation money!”

“Your vacation money?” Mingyu raised an eyebrow.

“Grandma gave me twenty dollars before we left Korea,” Minhee explained proudly. “She said it was for buying something special in New York.”

Mingyu made a mental note to call his mother later and thank her. His mom had always been wonderfully thoughtful with Minhee, treating her granddaughter like absolute royalty whenever they visited.

The walk back to their hotel took them through Times Square, where Minhee insisted on stopping to watch a street performer juggling flaming torches. She clapped enthusiastically when he finished his act, and Mingyu dropped a few dollars into the man’s hat while Seokmin lifted Minhee onto his shoulders so she could see better over the crowd.

“Daddy, look!” Minhee pointed excitedly from her perch. “It’s the big screens like on TV!”

Mingyu followed her gaze to the massive digital billboards surrounding them, their colorful advertisements creating a kaleidoscope of moving light and color. He’d grown somewhat used to the sensory overload of Times Square over the past few days, but seeing it through Minhee’s eyes made it feel magical again.

“It’s pretty cool, isn’t it?” he said, taking out his phone to snap a picture of her on Seokmin’s shoulders, her face lit up with wonder.

“Uncle Seokmin, are you tired?” Minhee asked, patting the top of his head. “I can walk if your shoulders hurt.”

“I’m good, princess,” Seokmin assured her. “You’re light as a feather.”

“Daddy says I’m growing like a weed though,” Minhee said thoughtfully. “But I don’t look like a weed. Weeds are green and I’m wearing my pink dress.”

Mingyu laughed, the sound warm and full of affection. “It’s just an expression, baby. It means you’re growing fast.”

“Oh,” Minhee considered this. “Then I guess I am growing like a weed. Last week I could only reach the middle shelf in the kitchen, but now I can reach the cookies on the top shelf.”

“That’s why we moved the cookies,” Mingyu said with mock sternness, though his eyes were twinkling.

“I know,” Minhee said with a giggle. “But I’m very good at climbing.”

By the time they reached their hotel, a place in Midtown that Wonwoo had recommended, Minhee was getting drowsy despite her excitement about the candy and the sights. She’d transferred from Seokmin’s shoulders to Mingyu’s arms, her head resting against his shoulder as he carried her through the elegant lobby.

“Room 2847,” Seokmin said to the elevator, pressing the button for their floor. “Your mom texted that she’s in the room getting ready for brunch.”

“Is she wearing her pretty blue dress?” Minhee asked sleepily.

“I don’t know, baby. Why don’t you ask her when we get there?” Mingyu said softly, adjusting his hold on her.

When they reached their suite, Mingyu used his key card while trying not to jostle Minhee too much. The door swung open to reveal his wife standing by the window, and Mingyu felt the familiar flutter in his chest that he’d been experiencing for the past seven years whenever he saw her.

She was indeed wearing the blue dress—a soft, flowing midi dress that brought out her eyes—and she turned with a smile when she heard them enter.

“There are my favorite people,” she said warmly, crossing to them. “How was the candy store run?”

“Eventful,” Seokmin said dryly, though he was smiling.

“Mommy!” Minhee perked up instantly, reaching for her mother. “I got you Swedish fishies!”

“You did?” His wife’s face lit up as she took Minhee from Mingyu’s arms. “You remembered that I mentioned them?”

“Uh-huh! And I got presents for all the uncles too,” Minhee said proudly, then leaned in conspiratorially. “But I got lost for a little bit and Daddy and Uncle Seokmin got scared.”

“Oh no,” his wife said, glancing at Mingyu with concern. “What happened?”

“She wandered off behind a display while I was paying,” Seokmin explained sheepishly. “Nearly gave us both heart attacks.”

“But I was being very responsible,” Minhee added quickly. “I was getting presents for everyone and I had my vacation money and everything.”

“Well, as long as everyone’s safe now,” his wife said, pressing a kiss to Minhee’s forehead. “And I can’t wait to try those Swedish fish. They were my absolute favorite when I was your age.”

“Really? Like, really really?” Minhee’s eyes went wide.

“Really really,” her mother confirmed. “Grandma used to buy them for me as a special treat.”

Mingyu watched this exchange with a soft smile, feeling that familiar warmth spread through his chest. These were the moments he treasured most—the simple, everyday magic of his little family.

“Speaking of treats,” Seokmin said, checking his phone again, “we should probably head down soon. The others are already at the restaurant.”

“Where are we brunching again?” Mingyu asked, though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer.

“That place in SoHo that Vernon found,” his wife replied. “Apparently they have the best pancakes in Manhattan, according to the reviews he read.”

“Uncle Vernon reads reviews about food?” Minhee asked with fascination.

“Uncle Vernon reads reviews about everything,” Seokmin laughed. “He probably researched that restaurant for three hours before suggesting it.”

“That’s very smart,” Minhee said approvingly. “I like when Uncle Vernon explains things. Yesterday he showed me how to draw the Empire State Building and he knew all about how tall it is and when it was built and everything.”

“Vernon does love his facts,” Mingyu agreed, gathering their jackets from the closet. “Ready to go see the uncles?”

“Yes!” Minhee clapped her hands excitedly. “I want to give them their presents!”

The restaurant Vernon had chosen was a charming bistro with exposed brick walls and large windows that let in streams of golden autumn sunlight. They found their party already seated at a large round table near the back, and Mingyu couldn’t help but grin at the sight of his friends—his brothers, really—all gathered together.

Chan was wearing a casual button-down and jeans, looking relaxed in a way he rarely did during his busy schedule as a music producer. Wonwoo had his reading glasses perched on his nose as he studied the menu, probably analyzing every ingredient listed. Soonyoung was animatedly telling Vernon something that involved a lot of hand gestures, while Vernon listened with an amused smile, occasionally nodding and adding his own observations.

“Uncle Chan! Uncle Wonwoo! Uncle Vernon! Uncle Soonyoung!” Minhee called out as they approached, waving enthusiastically.

The table erupted in greetings and Minhee was immediately passed around for hugs, starting with Chan who lifted her up and spun her around, making her giggle uncontrollably.

“There’s our New York princess,” Chan said, settling her on his lap. “How’s the big city treating you?”

“It’s really big,” Minhee said seriously. “And there are so many people. But I like it. And I got presents for everyone!”

“Presents?” Soonyoung perked up immediately. “I love presents!”

“Patience, Soonyoung,” Wonwoo said with mild amusement, but Mingyu could see the curious smile tugging at his lips.

Mingyu helped his wife into her seat before taking his own, and Seokmin filled the others in on their morning adventure while Minhee distributed her carefully chosen candy gifts.

“These are for you, Uncle Wonwoo, because they look like your books,” she said solemnly, presenting him with the chocolate books.

Wonwoo’s face softened as he accepted the gift. “These are perfect, Minhee. Thank you so much.”

“And these are for Uncle Vernon because you like mint tea,” she continued, handing over the mint chocolates.

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” Vernon said, looking genuinely touched. “How did you remember that?”

“I remember everything,” Minhee declared proudly. “Daddy says I have an elephant emory.”

“She means an elephant’s memory,” Mingyu corrected gently, earning a round of chuckles from the table.

“Rainbow sour strips for Uncle Soonyoung because you’re colorful,” Minhee announced, practically bouncing as she handed over the bright candy.

“Colorful!” Soonyoung laughed delightedly. “I love being colorful. These look amazing.”

“And chocolate pretzels for Uncle Seokmin because they’re your favorite,” she finished, though Seokmin had already received his gift back at the hotel.

“And Swedish fish for Mommy because she missed them,” Minhee added, settling back into Chan’s lap with satisfaction.

“What about Uncle Chan?” Chan asked with mock hurt. “Doesn’t Uncle Chan get anything?”

Minhee’s eyes went wide with panic for a moment before she grinned mischievously. “Uncle Chan gets the biggest present of all—me!”

“Well, that’s definitely the best present,” Chan agreed, hugging her close. “Though I have to admit, I’m a little jealous of these chocolate books. They look delicious.”

“Uncle Wonwoo will share,” Minhee said confidently. “He’s nice like that.”

“I suppose I could spare one,” Wonwoo said with feigned reluctance, earning a laugh from the group.

The server approached their table—a young woman with bright purple hair and multiple piercings who immediately smiled when she saw Minhee.

“Well, aren’t you just the cutest thing,” she said warmly. “Are you visiting New York?”

“Yes! We’re on vacation,” Minhee replied proudly. “We saw the big green lady yesterday and today we went to the candy store.”

“That sounds like an amazing vacation,” the server said. “I’m Emma, and I’ll be taking care of you today. Can I start you off with some drinks?”

They ordered a round of coffees for the adults, orange juice for Minhee, and Emma promised to bring extra whipped cream for whatever pancakes they decided on.

“So how’s everyone enjoying the city?” Vernon asked once Emma had left.

“It’s incredible,” Mingyu’s wife said, leaning back in her chair. “I forgot how much energy this place has. It’s completely different from Seoul, but in the best way.”

“The architecture is fascinating,” Vernon added, his curator instincts kicking in. “I’ve been taking photos of buildings all morning for a potential exhibition we’re planning. There’s so much Art Deco influence in Midtown—it would make for an incredible architectural history display.”

“Uncle Vernon knows everything about buildings,” Minhee chimed in. “He taught me about shadows yesterday.”

“Did he now?” Wonwoo asked with interest. “What did you learn about shadows?”

“That they change during the day because the sun moves,” Minhee explained seriously. “And that’s how you can tell what time it is if you know how to read them. Right, Uncle Vernon?”

“That’s exactly right,” Vernon confirmed, looking pleased. “You’re a very good student.”

“I want to learn about music next,” Minhee announced, turning to Chan. “Can you teach me about music, Uncle Chan?”

“Of course,” Chan said enthusiastically. “What kind of music do you want to learn about?”

“The kind that makes people happy,” Minhee said without hesitation.

“Ah, that’s the best kind,” Chan agreed solemnly.

Emma returned with their drinks and took their food orders. Minhee requested the chocolate chip pancakes with extra whipped cream and strawberries, while the adults opted for various combinations of eggs Benedict, French toast, and avocado toast.

“How’s Seungcheol doing?” Wonwoo asked as they waited for their food. “I feel like we haven’t seen him in weeks.”

“He’s good,” Mingyu replied. “He and his wife took their kids to visit his parents in Daegu for a few days. His mom has been begging to spend more time with her grandchildren.”

“Cheol’s kids are so cute,” Mingyu’s wife said dreamily. “His daughter always wears the prettiest dresses and his wife is amazing at braiding hair. I want to learn how to do different hair styles for my baby too.”

“I’m sure she can teach you when we get back,” Mingyu said

“Can we have a playdate when we get home?” Minhee asked hopefully.

“I’m sure we can arrange that,” Mingyu said, making a mental note to text Seungcheol later.

“What about you, Soonyoung?” Seokmin asked. “How’s the dance studio going?”

“Really well,” Soonyoung beamed. “We just started a new kids’ program and it’s been amazing. The energy these little ones have is incredible. Reminds me of someone I know.” He ruffled Minhee’s hair affectionately.

“I want to try dancing,” Minhee said suddenly. “Can I take classes at Uncle Soon’s studio?”

“We’ll see, baby,” Mingyu said, though he was already imagining his daughter in tiny dance shoes, following along with Soonyoung’s choreography.

“I would love to teach you,” Soonyoung said earnestly. “You’ve got natural rhythm. I can tell.”

“Really?” Minhee’s eyes lit up.

“Really,” Soonyoung confirmed. “You should see how you move when music is playing. Very natural, very fluid.”

Their food arrived in a parade of delicious-smelling plates, and conversation paused as everyone dug in. Minhee’s pancakes were nearly as big as her head, topped with a mountain of whipped cream and fresh strawberries that she immediately began arranging into patterns.

“Are you going to eat those or just play with them?” Vernon asked with amusement.

“I’m making a flower,” Minhee said seriously, concentrating on her strawberry arrangement. “See? The whipped cream is the center and the strawberries are the petals.”

“That’s beautiful, sweetheart,” her mother said. “Very artistic.”

“Uncle Vernon taught me about patterns in buildings,” Minhee explained. “So now I’m making patterns with food.”

“Everything is connected,” Vernon said philosophically, earning a round of good-natured eye rolls from the others.

“Don’t get him started on the philosophy of museum curation,” Chan warned. “We’ll be here all day.”

“Curation is an art form,” Vernon protested. “The way we present history and culture to help people understand the world—”

“See?” Chan said to Minhee. “This is why we don’t let Uncle Vernon talk about museums too much. He gets very excited.”

Minhee giggled, finally taking a bite of her artistic pancakes. “I like when Uncle Vernon gets excited. His eyes get all sparkly when he talks about old things and history.”

“His eyes do get sparkly,” Seokmin agreed thoughtfully. “I never noticed that before.”

“Children notice everything,” Wonwoo observed. “They see details adults miss.”

“Like how Uncle Wonwoo’s voice gets softer when he reads books,” Minhee added between bites. “And how Uncle Seokmin laughs with his whole body, not just his mouth.”

“Wow,” Seokmin said, looking genuinely surprised. “That’s… very observant.”

“And Daddy knows how to make buildings beautiful,” Minhee continued proudly. “He draws them on big papers and then they become real. It’s like magic.”

Mingyu’s cheeks warmed at his daughter’s description of his work. “It’s not quite magic, baby, but I do love designing spaces where people can be happy.”

“That sounds like magic to me,” his wife said softly, giving him an adoring look.

“And Daddy also makes this little humming sound when he’s really happy,” Minhee added. “Like when Mommy laughs or when we’re all together like this.”

Mingyu felt his cheeks warm even more. “I do?”

“Uh-huh,” Minhee nodded seriously. “It’s like a happy song. I like it.”

His wife reached over and squeezed his hand under the table, giving him a look that made his heart skip the way it had when they were first dating.

“What about me?” Soonyoung asked curiously. “What do I do?”

Minhee studied him seriously for a moment. “You bounce when you walk, like you’re dancing even when there’s no music. And you clap your hands when you laugh.”

“I do bounce,” Soonyoung realized with delight. “I never thought about that.”

“And Uncle Chan conducts invisible orchestras when he talks about music,” Minhee added. “His hands move like he’s making the music in the air.”

Chan looked down at his hands with amazement. “I had no idea I did that.”

“You all do special things,” Minhee said matter-of-factly. “That’s what makes you special uncles and my special daddy.”

“Well, aren’t you just the sweetest thing,” Emma said, appearing at their table to refill coffee cups. “Are you having a good time in New York?”

“The best time,” Minhee said enthusiastically. “Tomorrow we’re going to see the park with all the trees, and then we’re going to Uncle Vernon’s favorite museum with the dinosaurs,” Minhee corrected herself importantly.

“The Natural History Museum,” Vernon said with obvious pride. “I’ve been wanting to show you the new planetarium exhibit too. And the minerals and gems hall—there are some specimens there that are absolutely incredible.”

“Central Park and the Natural History Museum,” Mingyu translated with a smile. “Vernon’s been planning our museum route for weeks.”

“That sounds like an amazing day,” Emma said. “The dinosaurs are really cool. My nephew loves them.”

“I love dinosaurs too,” Minhee said. “Uncle Wonwoo has a book about them and Uncle Vernon knows where to find the best ones in the museum. He showed me pictures of the really big ones.”

“The biggest dinosaur ever discovered was the Argentinosaurus,” Wonwoo said, slipping naturally into teacher mode. “It was over 100 feet long.”

“As long as three school buses!” Minhee added proudly, clearly remembering this fact from their previous conversation.

“You two are quite the team,” Vernon observed with amusement.

After brunch, they decided to walk off their food with a stroll through the nearby streets of SoHo. The October afternoon was perfect for walking—sunny but crisp, with just enough of a breeze to make the falling leaves dance around their feet.

Minhee insisted on holding both Mingyu’s and her mother’s hands as they walked, occasionally letting go to run ahead and collect particularly pretty leaves, which she then presented to various uncles with great ceremony.

“This one’s for Uncle Seokmin because it’s the same color as his sweater,” she announced, handing over a golden maple leaf.

“This one’s for Uncle Soonyoung because it’s red like his energy,” she continued, giving him a brilliant crimson leaf.

“What color is my energy?” Chan asked curiously.

Minhee considered this seriously. “Orange,” she decided. “Warm orange, like a sunset.”

“I love that,” Chan said, accepting his orange leaf with a bow. “Thank you, princess.”

They wandered through boutiques and art galleries, with Minhee providing running commentary on everything she saw. In one gallery featuring abstract paintings, she stood in front of a large canvas covered in swirls of blue and green.

“It looks like the ocean during a storm,” she said thoughtfully. “But not a scary storm. A magical storm.”

“That’s a beautiful way to describe it,” the gallery owner said, having overheard. “You have quite an artistic eye, young lady.”

“My daddy is very artistic too,” Minhee said proudly. “He draws me pictures every morning on my lunch napkins for school.”

Mingyu felt his cheeks warm again as the others turned to him with interested expressions.

“Lunch napkin drawings?” Soonyoung asked with a grin. “That’s adorable.”

“It’s just little doodles,” Mingyu said modestly. “Flowers, animals, silly faces. Nothing fancy.”

“It’s not nothing fancy,” Minhee protested. “They’re beautiful and they make me happy all day. And all my friends at school want their daddies to draw on their napkins too.”

“You’re starting a trend,” Vernon said with amusement.

“The other moms probably love that,” Mingyu’s wife added with a laugh.

They continued their leisurely exploration of the neighborhood, stopping at a small park where Minhee immediately gravitated toward the playground. She climbed and swung and slid with the kind of fearless joy that made Mingyu simultaneously proud and terrified.

“Higher, Daddy! Push me higher!” she called from the swing set.

“Any higher and you’ll end up in orbit,” Mingyu called back, but he gave her another gentle push anyway.

“I want to touch the clouds,” Minhee declared, pumping her legs to maintain her momentum.

“What would clouds feel like, do you think?” Wonwoo asked, settling on the bench beside Mingyu.

“Soft like cotton candy,” Minhee said without hesitation. “But cooler. And they probably taste like vanilla ice cream.”

“That sounds perfect,” Seokmin said. “I would definitely eat a cloud if it tasted like vanilla ice cream.”

“Me too,” Soonyoung agreed. “But what if some clouds taste like different flavors? Like, what if that one tastes like strawberry?” He pointed to a particularly pink-tinged cloud drifting overhead.

“Ooh, or that one could be chocolate,” Chan added, pointing to a darker cloud.

“Now I’m hungry for cloud ice cream,” Vernon said with mock seriousness.

“There’s no such thing as cloud ice cream, Uncle Vernon,” Minhee said with five-year-old exasperation, though she was grinning.

“How do you know?” Vernon challenged playfully. “Have you checked every ice cream store in New York?”

Minhee considered this. “Well… no. But that would be a lot of ice cream stores.”

“Exactly,” Vernon said triumphantly. “So we can’t rule it out completely.”

“Can we look for cloud ice cream after we see the dinosaurs tomorrow?” Minhee asked hopefully.

“We can definitely keep an eye out,” Mingyu promised, knowing full well they’d probably end up searching for the most interesting ice cream flavors they could find, just to see Minhee’s delighted reactions.

As the afternoon wore on and the sun began to sink lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the park, they gradually made their way back toward the hotel. Minhee had collected an impressive bouquet of autumn leaves, which she clutched protectively against her chest.

“I’m going to press these in a book when we get home,” she announced. “Uncle Wonwoo taught me how.”

“That’s a great way to preserve memories,” Mingyu’s wife said approvingly.

“I want to remember everything about this trip,” Minhee said seriously. “The candy store and the big green lady and brunch with all my uncles and the leaves and the clouds that taste like ice cream.”

“Those are good things to remember,” Chan agreed. “What’s been your favorite part so far?”

Minhee thought about this for a long moment as they walked. “All of it,” she finally decided. “But mostly being with everyone I love all at the same time. That doesn’t happen very much.”

Mingyu felt his throat tighten with emotion. Sometimes his daughter’s wisdom caught him completely off guard.

“That’s my favorite part too,” he said softly, squeezing her hand.

“Mine too,” his wife agreed, linking her free arm through his.

“Group hug!” Soonyoung declared suddenly, and before anyone could protest, they were all wrapped up in a chaotic, laughing embrace in the middle of the sidewalk.

“This is definitely going in my memory book,” Minhee announced from the center of the huddle, her voice slightly muffled but filled with joy.

“Memory book?” Seokmin asked.

“The book in my brain where I keep all the best things,” Minhee explained matter-of-factly, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I want to start a memory book too,” Vernon said thoughtfully.

“You just have to pay attention to the good things,” Minhee advised sagely. “And remember how they make you feel, not just how they look.”

“When did you get so wise?” Wonwoo asked with genuine curiosity.

“I’ve always been wise,” Minhee replied with complete confidence. “Mommy says I have an old soul. But I don’t know what that means because my soul feels very young and bouncy.”

“Bouncy souls are the best kind,” Soonyoung said approvingly.

Back at the hotel, they gathered in Mingyu’s family’s suite for a while, not quite ready to end the perfect day. Minhee arranged her leaves on the coffee table while the adults shared stories and planned the next day’s schedule.

“So tomorrow we’re thinking Central Park in the morning, then lunch, then the Natural History Museum?” Mingyu’s wife confirmed.

“And ice cream hunting,” Minhee added importantly. “Don’t forget the ice cream hunting.”

“Never,” Chan promised solemnly. “Ice cream hunting is a crucial part of any New York adventure.”

As evening approached and everyone began to make noises about heading to their respective rooms, Minhee suddenly jumped up from her leaf-arranging project.

“Wait!” she said urgently. “We have to take a picture. For my memory book and for everyone else’s memory books too.”

“That’s a wonderful idea,” Mingyu’s wife said, reaching for her phone.

They arranged themselves on and around the couch, with Minhee in the center of course, still clutching a few of her favorite leaves. Just as Mingyu’s wife was about to take the photo, Minhee held up her hand.

“Wait,” she said again. “Everyone has to make their happy face. Not their picture face. Your real happy face.”

“What’s the difference?” Vernon asked, though he was already smiling.

“Your picture face is for other people,” Minhee explained. “Your happy face is for you. Like this.” She demonstrated with a grin so genuine and full of joy that it was impossible not to smile back.

“Okay,” Mingyu’s wife said, raising the phone again. “Everyone ready with your happy faces?”

“Ready,” they chorused.

The camera clicked several times, capturing their little family—biological and chosen—in all their messy, loving, joyful glory.

Later, after the uncles had gone to their own rooms and Minhee had been tucked into bed with her favorite stuffed elephant (which had been carefully packed despite limited luggage space), Mingyu and his wife sat together on the small balcony overlooking the city.

“This was a good day,” she said softly, leaning against his shoulder.

“The best,” Mingyu agreed, wrapping his arm around her. “Though I thought I was going to have a heart attack when we couldn’t find her in the candy store.”

“But you did find her,” his wife pointed out. “And she was being completely thoughtful and responsible in her own five-year-old way.”

“She was,” Mingyu said, still amazed by their daughter’s capacity for kindness. “Did you hear what she said about remembering how things make you feel, not just how they look?”

“She’s going to break hearts and change the world,” his wife said with certainty.

“Definitely,” Mingyu agreed. “I just hope we’re raising her right. Sometimes I worry that—”

“Mingyu,” his wife interrupted gently. “Look at how she treats people. Look at how thoughtful she is, how kind, how curious about everything. Look at how much love she has to give. We’re doing fine.”

From inside, they could hear Minhee talking softly to her stuffed elephant, probably telling it about all the day’s adventures.

“And tomorrow we’re going to see real dinosaurs, Mr. Peanuts,” she was saying. “Well, not real real dinosaurs because those are all asleep forever. But their bones, which are almost as good. Uncle Wonwoo says some of them were bigger than our house. Can you imagine?”

Mingyu smiled, feeling that familiar warmth spread through his chest—the feeling that came from being exactly where he belonged, with exactly the people he belonged with.

“She’s going to remember this forever,” his wife said quietly.

“So will I,” Mingyu replied, pulling her closer and watching the lights of New York twinkle below them like earthbound stars.

In the morning, there would be more adventures. There would be dinosaur bones and ice cream hunting and probably at least one minor crisis involving something sticky or lost or both. There would be piggyback rides through Central Park and educational lectures from Uncle Wonwoo and dance lessons from Uncle Soonyoung and architectural observations from Uncle Vernon and musical discoveries with Uncle Chan and countless laughs with Uncle Seokmin.

But right now, in this moment, with his wife in his arms and his daughter safe and happy just a few feet away, Mingyu felt like the luckiest man in the world. He thought about Minhee’s memory book—the book in her brain where she kept all the best things—and realized he had one too. And this moment, this perfect night suspended between yesterday and tomorrow, would live there forever. The sound of Minhee’s sleepy giggle drifting from her makeshift pillow fort, the way his wife’s head fit just right against his shoulder, the warmth of her hand in his—these were the kind of memories that didn’t fade. They etched themselves in quiet permanence.

He tilted his head back to take in the sky, barely visible between the silhouettes of skyscrapers, and thought of how small they all were in the grand scheme of things. Yet somehow, this tiny bubble of love and light they had created—him, his girls, their makeshift village of honorary uncles and chaotic weekend visits—felt bigger than the city sprawling around them.

“Let’s stay like this a little longer,” he whispered.

His wife didn’t answer with words. She only nodded, eyes closed, smiling against his chest.

And for a little while longer, they did.

[shuafiles]

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── .✦ seventeen texts: sending them dirty texts

CONTENT | sexual content (dirty talk) included. mdni. A/N | sorry for being ia </3

[iannmin]

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🏷️ ⋆｡˚. new couple!dk x reader, fluffy&comedic headcanons, dk is a little dumb here haha bear with me

🗒️ ⋆｡˚. we all love a goofy silly boyfriend <3

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dokyeom who always complies to your little silly requests and never once uttered a single complaint — wear matching banana onesies in broad daylight to the nearby convenience store? yes. make a funny face in front of the pastries you’ve just ordered at the cafe for your instagram post? sure. switching shoes just because your feet started hurting from the high heels? of course (at this point he is high-heel trained, he could be doing full-on jogs with them haha) he just can’t say no to his princess because honestly how could he ever deny your pouty, doe-eyed face…?

dokyeom who has absolutely no idea what the definition of personal space is and loves sticking to you whenever and wherever you are. and by that, it’s literally whenever and wherever. there was once when you were up showering at 2am to cool off the scorching summer heat, and when you turned around after applying shampoo, you literally caught him sitting down on the bathroom mat, bed hair sticking out in all directions, rubbing his eyes and staring at you doe-eyed. “kyeomie what the heck are you doing there???” (not gonna lie your soul nearly left your body) “I was scared…. :( the bed’s too empty”

dokyeom who would panick when you have your period in front of him. “JAGIYA YOU’RE BLEEDING” “it’s called menstruation…” and you can literally see the cogs turn in his brain, trying to process what that meant. “do you need a bandage?” and of course it took him quite a while to learn that you indeed do not need one…

dokyeom who brings you down to the playground across the street to build snow ducks during winter, but every single snow duck he made had some fuckass weird mutations — the beak would be missing or even the whole ass head would be gone, but regardless,, you would praise him. “look jagiya, this is us” he pointed to three snow ducks perched on the wooden bench. “kyeomie but there’s three ducks not two?” and he smiles at you saying “this is gonna be our little family in the future” 🥹

[buntanteen]

svt fic recs list <3 - svt 10 year anniversary: dk/dokyeom - sfw & nsfw

summary: 10 sfw & 10 nsfw seokmin reader insert fics :)

contains: 18+ nsfw (mdni!!) majority is afab reader

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

✩ sfw section ✩

1. ❥ the physics of love - @cheolism-archive

he's just SOOOOOOOOOOO down bad...he really wants to be with reader :,) (i had the BIGGESTTT smile on my face while reading the confessionnnn)

2. ❥ a guide to applying lip balm - @hanniescookie

THE PHYSICAL CLOSENESS?!?! "i have another way to wipe it off"!?!?! BABY!!!?!?!?

3. ❥ dating seokmin feels like.. - @ssentimentals

tears in my eyes like he would be the most understanding and forgiving partner there ever is?!!?

4. ❥ lover!dk - @studioeisa

he's sooooo loud but fuck i wouldn't trade that for anything :,) that's our dokyeommieee

5. ❥ ex!dokyeom texts - @cheoliedollie

in love love loveee with how their relationship progressed (AND THE PUPPY BEING CALLED DOA?!?!?)

6. ❥ overworked - @rubyreduji

the platonic relationship with jihooon!! dk doting on them and making sure they don't overwork!! i loveeeee~

7. ❥ color me crazy (for you) - @rubyreduji

i sooo relate to reader; those days when absolutely nothing goes right and the whole world feels against you? the way seokmin handled it so well, that's exactly what i need :,)

8. ❥ the things he’s whispered loudly - @seuonji

reader is such a dumbass (they're just like me lmao kgbdfk)

9. ❥ dating seokmin includes… - @svtswhorehouse

i would LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEE to date seokminnie like, it sounds so loving and funnn :3

10. ❥ the selection!dk - @studioeisa

omg he's sooooo nervous here ahhh my babyy (the bowing part reminded me of anastasia the musical [idr if it was in the movie too??])

✩ nsfw section ✩

1. ❥ biting your back during sex - @hoshifighting

him being rough...omfggggggggggggg

2. ❥ fwb!dokyeom texts - @cheoliedollie

nOTTTT both of them rushing to mingyu & jeonghan for help JKFGBDK

3. ❥ text mini au - @hoshifighting

mingyu being the biggest dk x yn advocate dkjbgdkj

4. ❥ post-sex with seokmin - @nsfwhao

omg DUDEEE calm down with the more than 3 orgasms?!

5. ❥ sub!seok - @sluttyminghao

agreed cuz i loveeeeeee the sub!seok concept teehe

6. ❥ boyfie seokmin + face riding - @rubyreduji

indeed, his face was madeeee to ride on

7. ❥ virgin reader - @hoshifighting

we alll know he'd take care of a virgin partner SOOO well :3

8. ❥ thigh riding - @toruro

just like his face....his thighs were madeeee to ride (WHY ARE THEY SO THICK??!)

9. ❥ an ode to d(k)arms - @cheolism-archive

the darms...THE DARMSSS (he's sooooo pretty and deserves all that body worshippp

10. ❥ home made porn - @hoshifighting

“don’t be shy. it’s just me and the camera.” I WILL THROW MY PILLOW WTFFF

[savventeen]

[dk + roundabout]

"I had a weird dream last night," Seokmin tells you through his mouthful of breakfast, tapping his foot against yours beneath the table.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. We were riding bicycles made out of cheese through a roundabout, and Jeonghan kept trying to eat our wheels out of spite."

"…cheese?"

He shrugs.

[send me a svt member and a one-word prompt and i'll write you something 50 words or less] [masterlist]

[hoshifighting]

washing dokyeoms hair in the bath while you straddle him but because of the position ur boobs are in his face so he just keeps kissing and biting and sucking at ur boobs while you’re trying to condition his hair

WARNINGS: smut, breast play.

you’ve got him settled in the tub, water up to his shoulders, warm and steamy, and he’s just staring up at you, eyes all heavy-lidded and mischievous like he’s got a hundred bad ideas brewing. you’re trying to keep it together, keep it professional (or, well, as professional as you can while straddling his lap), because you said you’d help him with his hair, and you don’t break promises. “just sit still, yeah?” you murmur, leaning over with the conditioner bottle in hand, and, yeah, your chest just happens to be right in his face. a wicked little smirk already creeping onto his face. “hey—what’d i just say?”

“just sittin’ still, baby, don’t mind me.” except he’s absolutely not sitting still, ‘cause his hands are gripping your hips, pulling you even closer, and his mouth is right there—pressed into the curve of your chest like he’s gonna find some buried treasure in the way he starts kissing, biting, sucking at your skin.

“babe, you’re supposed to be relaxing,” you laugh, trying to keep it together, trying to keep your hand steady while you work the conditioner into his hair, but it’s hard to focus when his mouth is all hot and wet, lips brushing up and down like he’s found his favorite flavor in the world.

“i am relaxing,” he says, voice all muffled and low, mouth still pressed into your skin. “it’s my favorite way to relax.”

“yeah?” you raise an eyebrow, trying to keep your cool, but you feel that flutter in your stomach, that heat spreading as he drags his teeth over the skin just under your collarbone.

“uh-huh,” he hums, moving down, hands squeezing your hips like he doesn’t wanna let go, like he’s just getting started. you feel him exhale against your skin.

“you’re impossible,” you mutter, fingers carding through his hair, trying to be gentle, but he groans a little, like he wants it rougher. you roll your eyes, but there’s no way you’re letting him get out of this, so you push his head back just a little, forcing him to lean back, and start rubbing the conditioner on his hair. but of course, he’s still got his mouth on you, taking little nips, leaving these tiny marks that you just know he’s gonna brag about later.

[nerdycheol]

Hint. Hint. HINT!!!

Pairing: Lee Seokmin (DK) x Reader

Genre: College AU, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Oblivious Crush

WC: ~2.5k

Lee Seokmin was either the dumbest person you had ever met or just truly, utterly clueless.

For months now, you had been dropping hints—glaring, neon-sign-worthy hints—but he still hadn’t caught on. It was ridiculous. Actually, no—it was painful.

How else were you supposed to let him know you liked him? Spell it out in the sky? Get a marching band to parade through campus?

Today, you were determined to make it even more obvious.

Hint #143: Movie Night

“You know,” you started, casually scrolling through Netflix as Seokmin sprawled out on your dorm bed beside you, “watching a movie together like this is basically a date.”

He snorted, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “Pfft, nah. Friends do this all the time.”

You shot him a look. “Yeah, but do friends do this?” You shifted closer, resting your head against his shoulder.

Your heart thumped. Any second now, he’d get it—he had to.

Seokmin, the human golden retriever that he was, just hummed happily. “You’re so comfy, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes. “Seokmin. Be honest. Are you acting dumb or are actually dumb?”

He blinked. “What?”

You sat up, exasperated. “I’ve been dropping hints left and right, and you—” You pointed at his forehead. “Are. Not. Getting. It.”

He looked genuinely confused. “Hints? What hints?”

You gaped at him. “Oh my god.”

---

Hint #157: Borrow My Hoodie

One of the surefire ways to get a guy’s attention was the classic borrow his hoodie move. So when you saw Seokmin in his oversized, soft-as-a-cloud hoodie one morning, you knew what had to be done.

You tugged at his sleeve as he sat across from you in the campus café. “Hey, can I borrow your hoodie?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Of course! Are you cold?”

Success.

You pulled it over your head, inhaling the faint scent of his detergent and something undeniably him. “Wow, this is so comfy. I might just keep it forever.”

Seokmin grinned. “That’s fine, I have others!”

You sighed. “No, Seokmin. This is where you’re supposed to say, ‘If you keep my hoodie, you have to give me something in return.’”

His brows furrowed. “Like what?”

“Like…” You leaned forward, staring into his very soul. “A kiss, maybe?”

For a moment, just a brief moment, something flickered in his eyes. Then he laughed. “Ohhh, that’s funny! You almost got me there!”

You groaned, flopping onto the table. Why is he like this?

---

Hint #200: The Almost Confession

Enough was enough. If he couldn’t figure it out on his own, you were just going to have to spell it out for him.

The two of you were sitting on the campus lawn after class, enjoying the golden sunset. Seokmin stretched, his shirt riding up slightly, and you nearly forgot your entire train of thought.

No. Focus.

You took a deep breath. “Seokmin.”

“Hm?” He turned to you, all bright eyes and sunshine.

“I like—”

RIIING.

His phone buzzed loudly, and he scrambled to answer it. “Oh! Sorry, give me a sec—hello?”

You closed your eyes, mentally counting to ten. Of course.

When he finally ended the call, he turned back with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

You exhaled. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

---

Hint #250: The Breaking Point

It was getting ridiculous. Everyone in your friend group knew you liked him. Even strangers could probably tell. Everyone except Lee Seokmin himself.

You decided to try one last time.

“Seokmin.” You stopped in the middle of the campus quad, grabbing his hand.

He blinked. “Yeah?”

“Do you think I’d make a good girlfriend?”

He tilted his head. “Of course! You’d be amazing. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

You squeezed his hand tighter. “What if I wanted to be your girlfriend?”

Silence.

A beat passed. Then another. You watched as his brain visibly tried to process the words.

“…Wait. What?”

You groaned, pulling your hand away. “Seokmin. Oh my god.”

And then—finally—it clicked. His eyes widened, his mouth parting slightly in realization.

“Wait. Wait. Are you saying—”

“Yes!” you practically shouted. “I’ve been saying it for months!”

His face turned red. “You like me?!”

You threw your hands up. “YES, GENIUS.”

For a second, he just stared at you, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Then, all at once, his face broke into the brightest, happiest smile you had ever seen.

“You like me?” he repeated, this time with so much joy that your frustration melted away.

You rolled your eyes but smiled back. “Yes, Seokmin. I like you. And I’ve been trying to tell you this entire time.”

He laughed—loud, full, and infectious—before suddenly wrapping you in a tight hug. “I like you too! I just… I didn’t know if you liked me back.”

“You—” You groaned, resting your forehead against his chest. “Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.”

Seokmin grinned, holding you tighter. “So… does this mean I get to call you my girlfriend now?”

You pulled back just enough to look at him. “You better.”

And finally, finally, Lee Seokmin got the hint.

Bonus:

Jeonghan sighed, watching from a distance. “Took them long enough.”

Joshua nodded. “I was starting to think we’d have to force them into a closet or something.”

Seungkwan shook his head. “Nah, even then, Seokmin would probably think it was just ‘friend bonding.’”

And honestly? They weren’t wrong.

[channiesbakery]

doggy play date —

prompt / request — "that's not even your dog.”

pairing — reader + non idol!dokyeom

word count — 882

genre — fluff

you were a regular at the cafe seokmin worked at. he’s had a crush on you ever since you came in for the first time months ago.

today, he finally worked up the courage to ask you out. except he made a teeny tiny mistake of asking you out on a play date for your dogs instead of a date with just you.

another mistake? he doesn’t even own a dog.

“can i borrow latte?” seokmin asks soonyoung the minute he walks into his friend’s apartment. “my… dog?” soonyoung questions, unsure if he’d heard the question correctly.

“no, your cup of coffee. yes your dog!” seokmin exclaims sarcastically. “but why?” soonyoung furrows his eyebrows.

“i may or may not have set up a date with a girl i met at a cafe,” he starts to explain. “good for you man,” soonyoung grins, patting his shoulder.

“except it’s less of a date for us and more of a play date for our dogs,” seokmin finishes as soonyoung just stares at him blankly.

“so you set up a date for your nonexistent dog,” soonyoung repeats. “i know i sound insane–” seokmin starts. “I’m surprised you didn’t go buy a dog,” soonyoung says.

“can i borrow latte or not?” he sighs. “if it’ll help your love life,” soonyoung smirks a little. “but you owe me big time.” he adds.

a couple days later, you meet at the dog park, letting your dogs get acquainted while you and seokmin sat on the bench, starting to get to know each other.

you start talking about your dogs, asking him questions about latte: when he got her, why’d he choose the name latte, etc.

seokmin felt like he was sweating, trying to come up with lies to answer your questions. he felt bad for lying but he wanted to go out with you so bad that the only way he thought of bonding over you was your pets. well, your real pet and his borrowed dog.

the entire time you chatted, his brain was screaming “that’s not even your dog!!!” at him but he didn’t want to confess his stupid lie just yet.

“hey, a new cafe opened close by if you want to get a quick bite? i hear they have some dog friendly treats so our pups can have something too,” you suggest.

“that sounds like a great idea,” he agrees with a smile.

you walk to the cafe, both of your dogs walking ahead of you on their leashes. your hand brushes against his a few times and seokmin fights the urge to intertwine your fingers.

even after spending nearly two hours at the cafe, neither of you were ready to part just yet.

“you’ve got to be one of the most charming guys I’ve ever gone out with,” you laugh as you walk along the sidewalk, not really having a destination in mind.

“oh so this is a date? i thought this was just a play date for our dogs?” he teases. “you saying you don’t want this to be a date?” you gasp. “no i definitely like the idea of this being a date,” he smiles.

“so much that I’m not ready for it to end,” he admits. “well, we’re not too far from my place… how about a drink? i don’t think latte’s ready to say goodbye either,” you nod towards the two dogs walking ahead.

the dogs run off as soon as you take their leashes off in your apartment while you lead seokmin to your living room.

he takes a seat on your couch while you step into the kitchen to grab two beers.

your conversations continue naturally, your topics going all over the place. neither of you notice it but you keep moving closer to each other.

seokmin brushes a stray hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. his eyes glance down at your lips before you lean in, waiting for him to close the gap.

his lips move softly against yours, his hand cradling the back of your head to deepen the kiss. when he hears a bark from the other room, he suddenly remembers what led to his current position.

“okay i really need to confess something before this goes any further,” seokmin sighs, pulling away from your lips.

“uh oh. are you gonna tell me you’re a serial killer?” you tease. “okay it’s not that bad,” he chuckles. “so what’s the confession?” you hum.

“latte isn’t exactly… mine,” he says and you’re silent for a second. “oh my god, you kidnapped a dog? that might be worse than a serial killer,” you gasp.

“what? no! no, no! i didn’t kidnap her, I’m just borrowing her!” he quickly exclaims. “i’ve kinda had a crush on you for months and i fucked up when i asked you out only to make it a play date for our dogs,” he explains sheepishly.

“except you don’t have a dog, apparently,” you say, clearly amused with the situation. “i know, i know. i fucked up,” he sighs.

“it’s okay, i forgive you,” you hum, leaning in close again. “i kinda have a crush on you too. besides, you kidnapped a dog just to take me out on a date,” you tease, kissing him as he groans.

“i didn’t kidnap her!”