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[kyeomszone]

hi everyone :D not dead, its just med school knocked me out. finally got done with the first semester, expect a new post this week!!!

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wait what isn't the second part out yet

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decode ○ lee dokyeom

synopsis. you wish there was a word that described what you felt for Lee Seokmin, but alas, all you had to settle for was hate. The man might be worshipped throughout the city for his work. You knew the cruel creature that lay beneath the surface, and one day, you would prove that to the world. Except, a wrench is thrown in your plans when old feeling resurface and you find yourself falling back into a habit you thought you'd left behind.

tags. exes to lovers. ex friends with benefits. unresolved sexual tension. unresolved romantic tension. angst.

masterlist.

series masterlist.

one. motive

there aren't a lot of things that can get the Lee Seokmin angry. He's seen a lot in his career as the district attorney, has lived through a lot but goddammit did you know how to get under his skin better and faster than anyone with the infuriating smirk of yours.

two. good graces

after sleeping with your ex (?), the last thing you wish to do is come across him. But fate has other plans, and you find yourself watching him with another woman, green tinting your vision as he smiles at her.

however, you take this opportunity to look deeper into the man he had become.

three. sharpest tool

there are a lot of things you don't want to admit about what you and seokmin have. sex is easy. it's easier than voicing all the things left unsaid. it's easier than facing your tumultuous past.

And running is easier, muffling your resentment with sex was easier until you find yourself losing him again.

four. how many things

at some point, everything boils over. making mistakes is human, but what you did, you're scared that this might be the end. And, you realise that you'd rather have parts of him than nothing at all.

five. i wish i hated you

the aftermath of it all

[kyeomszone]

NEED A PART 2 OF BREAK YOUR HEART RIGHT BACK! I BEG

working on it 🤭

[kyeomszone]

break your heart right back ○ lee dokyeom

tags. lovers to exes mingyu. rough sex. model! mingyu. cheating. baseball player! dokyeom. penetrative sex. gentle sex. body worship. oral sex (fem receiving). overstimulation. fem reader.

synopsis. when your boyfriend decides it's a good idea to fuck you over, you decided to do the prettiest thing you could think of and if it ends up landing you a boyfriend? Well, you aren't complaining.

masterlist.

You barely get a chance to open your mouth before Mingyu's lips are on yours, it’s a blur of hurried hands after that, your shirt dropping to the floor, his large hands groping your breasts as he moves, the two of you stumbling and falling on to the bed.

Mingyu towers over you, large form caging you in and eyes zeroed in on the way your chest heaves as you desperately try to fill your lungs with air, get rid of whatever burn there is in your lung before Mingyu’s lips are back onto yours.

It’s a little strange today, him━ his demeanour. It’s too rough, too intense, too silent. When the air wasn’t filled with your soft moans and whines, it would usually hold Mingyu’s words, tone soft and warm and as sweet as his hold on you, whispers of sweet nothings and praises making your mind fuzzy.

And yet, it’s quiet, the room filled with the sound of your harsh pants and his sharp gaze on you as he waits for you to catch your breath. 

When he notices the rise and fall of your lungs isn’t as harsh as before, he leans down, lips slotting against yours, tongue licking your mouth open and tracing it, sucking on yours as his hands wander to take off your pants along with your underwear. His fingers work to spread your folds, spreading the wetness and pressing against your cilt making your body arch as you moan into his mouth.

You feel his mouth curve against yours and your mind pauses, stepping back from the pleasure to realise that it was the first time you had felt your boyfriend be himself.

“Focus on me,” Mingyu orders, noticing your distracted self, punctuating his words by pushing two fingers into your sopping hole, your breath hitching at the sudden stretch. You swallow a moan, lifting your head slightly to kiss him again as he works you with his fingers.

It doesn’t take you long before your thighs are shaking, tightening around his waist as you feel a coil in your lower stomach that grows tighter and tighter by the second and━

Your eyes snap open as you look at Mingyu, a small whine falling from your lips and you feel the coil loosen, your impending orgasm slowly disappearing from reach. 

“In due time baby,” Mingyu mutters against your lips before he pulls away to take off his pants, the item of clothing dropping to the floor along with his underwear. You take a minute to appreciate his form, bulging muscles, sculpted stomach and thighs you can sink your teeth into. God he was gorgeous, you knew he was, with his work as a model and all but fuck, some days you were left wondering how you had him at all.

He notices you staring, a small smirk curling into his lips and━

It had you a bit confused, knowing that your blatant eyeing of his body usually resulted in flushed cheeks and a light stutter, the lisp of his that you adore coming off strong but hey, you won’t complain if your boyfriend feels confident.

Mingyu’s over you in a blink, eyes searching for something in yours before he shakes his head and in one smooth motion bottoms out into you.

You can’t help but moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he starts moving, thrusting into you hard and fast, hands all hurried and rough and kiss all teeth and tounge as if you were nothing but his toy to enjoy.

His pace is brutal, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Tears sting your eyes by the end of it, your nails digging into his back, leaving behind harsh red lines that you knew would scar as his body collapses onto your, his cock painting your insides white.

“You okay?” Mingyu’s voice is soft in your ears, arms holding you as you nod.

“‘m fine,” You mumble, curling into him and letting out a tired yawn, “just spent.”

“Sleep,” Mingyu said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’m here.”

You nod and drift off.

(What you don’t realise that as soon as your body sags against his, Mingyu moves away, leaving your shared apartment.)

“He won’t pick up?” 

You look up from your phone, chewing on your lips as you shake your head at your manager’s question. There was a nagging feeling in your chest, something not sitting right with you about Mingyu. In all the years two of you had been together you had never felt this way━ never about him.

It had started after that night, with you waking up to an empty bed and his side cold as if there was no one there all night. There was no cutely written note on the fridge explaining his absence or a text from him telling you where he was.

“No,” You mutter, running a hand through your hair as you look back at your phone’s screen, a frown drawing on your lips at the unseen text. It wasn’t like him to be so distant, not when your relationship was built on constant communication, not when it was you who usually found themselves bombarded with unanswered texts that were filled with mindless thoughts and random questions Mingyu thought of while at a shoot.

“Well,” Your eyes snapped up at the direction of your producer who had remained quite up until now, “I think I might know why.”

It was petty of you, you knew that.

It had started like this, one and a half bottles of wine, far too many tears shed for a bastard and a text to your manager.

Then it had been you meeting him, his presence something grander than in the huge billboards. Lee Seokmin━ South Korea’s Golden Boy and the baseball world’s sweetheart.

More importantly, the man Mingyu seemed to love more than he loved himself.

He was pretty, big nose, full lips, jaw line straight and sharp enough to cut glass, ears big in a way that was far too endearing and moles littered all over his face━ sharp and strong features that somehow worked together to form a face that deserved to be on billboard. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Lee Sokmin-ssi,” you had said with a smile━ that, for the first time in weeks, felt genuine━ using the little you know about the Korean culture from Mingyu to land in the man’s good graces. You had to if you were going to go through what you wanted to.

“Just Seokmin is fine,” He gives you the same blinding smile, one that feels like it hold the sun, all bright and warm and light in a way that has you flushing, “If you can’t tell from the way I’m shaking, I’m a huge fan.”

The flush in your cheeks darkens and you can’t help but let out a soft laugh, lips stuck in a smile as your manager calls for you to pose before you wish him luck on the game.

And then, you find yourself in his bed, his hands on your skin gentle━ reverent as he slowly peels away the layers of clothing, his lips on your skin leaving behind a trail of kisses, working delicately on each part of you, kissing and licking and biting and leaving behind blooms of reds and you can feel your heart pound in your ears, skin flushed and your chest heaving as your fingers weave into his curls, gripping at the roots and trying to move him to where you need him oh so desperately.

“I’m with my dream girl,” Seokmin breathes against your skin when you whine again, a small laugh falling from his lips. He moves up, his hand cradling you jaw as he presses a kiss to your lips, soft and gentle like the rest of him.  “Let me worship you.” 

You flush, this time for an entirely different reason.

You bite your lips, eyes wide as you nod and let him have his way with you and he does.

He picks you apart layer by layer, his lips soft and reverent as he traces your skin, kisses your breasts then down to your stomach, thighs, inner thigh and by the time he licks against your fold, your whole body is shaking.

You let out a moan so loud you fear your neighbours will hear you when he sucks at your cilt, one finger hooking inside you. And he keeps doing it, filling you up and stretching you out in a way you hadn’t ever been━ and even if you had, the memory of it is long gone.

“Se-Seokmin,” you let out a broken moan as you come down from your second orgasm, thighs squeezing his head as he licks you clean, fingers still going at it and you can feel the coil in your stomach start to grow tighter and tighter, hints of pain mixing with the pleasure, a sign of you being far too overstimulated but fuck does it feel good.

Your body feels like putty, your limbs jelly and you’re unable to control them with the way pleasure has made your mind hazy.

“Still there, sweet girl?” Seokmin whispers, his eyes gentle as you blink away the haze. 

You nod, taking in a shaky breath to steady your mind. “Yes, just too much.”

Seokmin presses a kiss to your lips and starts to move away when you grip his arm, thick and strong and fuck, you wonder what they would feel like wrapped around your holding, holding you tight in a way that made it impossible to move as he fucked you from behind and━

“Don’t,” you clear your throat, blinking as you move past your thought. Another time, you tell yourself as you focus on Seokmin. “Need you to fuck me, please.”

Seokmin pauses for a second, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” You nod, your voice sounding stronger than before, “Absolutely.”

Seokmin stares at you for a second before his lips are on yours, this time hungrier━ taking more than they are giving. You feel his hands part your legs as he shifts, positioning his thick cock against your soppy hole.

You feel the air get knocked out of your lungs at the stretch of him, despite your three orgasms and the way he stretched you out with his fingers for hours━ it wasn’t enough. Your vision whites out, mouth falling open in a silent moan as your body twitches in his hold.

“‘M fine,” you choke out when you feel him pause, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” you sound delirious at this point from the pleasure, “Seok, please.” You add when he remains still.

“Tell me when it gets too much,” Seokmin whispers against your lips, pressing a kiss to your lips and then pulling out until it was just his head that remained in you and━

You let out a loud moan as he slams back in, repeating the motion until you’re left nothing but a drooling mess, mouth open and eyes closed as Seokmin fucks you dumb, his hips snapping at yours with a gentle pace but fuck, fuck, fuck does it feel so so good.

It doesn’t take long until your walls are squeezing against his cock, your orgasm washing over you as he presses his thumb against your swelled cilt, tears gathering in your eyes from the force of your orgasm. He keeps moving, chasing his own high.

It takes a few snaps of his hips, your nails digging into his broad shoulders as he empties himself into the condom, his chest heaving as he clings to you for a beat afterwards. You blink away the tears, mind still hazy but just clear enough to feel him pull out and move, taking off the condom and tying the ends of it before throwing it away.

Through the whole thing, your eyes are stuck on his form, heart pounding in your chest when you realise you could get used to this.

This didn’t feel like a rebound, not at all.

note. been a hot minute since i posted so have both my favourite boys as an apology. It feels a little all over the place but I am a little rusty bc I haven't written in months

[kyeomszone]

sorry for dipping!! I moved to a different country, am starting university soon (go med school woo) and getting everything sorted out before actual classes start. Hope everyone had a good start to the year!!

expect a fluff piece by the end of today before we resume on our regularly scheduled filth

[kyeomszone]

shrine ○ lee dokyeom

tags. body worship. oral (m receiving). dom/sub undertones. use of pet name. praise.

synopsis. worshipping seokmin comes as easy as breathing

masterlist.

Everything around you is drowned out by the ringing in your ears.

Your mouth feels dry, tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth as you stare ahead. You feel like the world has shifted underneath you or maybe you slipped off of a cliff with the way you feel as if you are standing out of your body.

You swallow, tongue darting out to lick at your lips as you take a cautious step, then two and hesitantly touch him, fearful of the idea that maybe this was another one of daydreams and the image of him━ beautiful, as if delicately carved out by the gods from marble, wrapped in a fur coat and the culmination of all your wildest fantasies━ would dissipate the moment you make contact.

But he doesn’t, instead, arching into your touch with wide eyes. The thing is, you know Lee Seokmin is gorgeous. From his face that looked at him, he was handcrafted by Aphrodite herself, to the body━ delicate and lithe while somehow being just as strong and broad━ a juxtaposition of all things that have you weak in the weeks. All of which you have whispered to him each time you take him.

And yet, the image of him now, standing in front of you in a faux fur coat wrapped around his broad shoulder, giving you a complete view of his chest━ the perky brown nipples, the sharp lines of his stomach, the moles on his pec and waist, the white pants on his long legs with the button open, showing off the band of his underwear that he was modelling for. 

“Fuck, Seokmin” you breathe out, licking your lips as you palace your palm on his stomach, feeling the hard muscles underneath your skin shift, “you are a sight.”

Seokmin’s body shudders at your words, eyes growing wider as he mouths out your name. “wha━”

You swallow the rest of his words with a kiss, slotting your lips against his, sucking on his tongue and tracing out his mouth before you pull away, all of which has him groaning. 

“Let me take care of you, pretty boy,” you say with a soft smile, pressing a kiss to his nose, then to the moles on his cheek and making your way down to his jaw, his neck, his adam’s apple, the junction of his shoulder and neck. You don’t leave a patch of skin untouched, showing him━ worshipping him like he deserves to be.

You move lower, your mouth latching onto one of his nipples, sucking at the nub while tweaking with the other, resulting in Seokmin arching his body into you while moaning out your name, hands finding their way into your hair and curling on the roots to ground himself. You keep sucking at it, biting followed by licking to soothe until he’s panting out your name and you let it go, moving on to the next and doing the same.

Your mouth travels down to his stomach, tongue darting out to trace the sharp lines, to feel each of the muscles on his body, feeling them shudder underneath your tongue, the way it caved in with each of his breath. 

“So, so beautiful,” the words fall from your lips as you go down on your knees, the action coming as easy as breathing does. You don’t even have to think as you tug at the white fabric of his pants until it pools to his feet, teeth sinking into the muscles of his thigh. “My beautiful boy.”

Seokmin lets out a stuttered moan, the one that you only hear when his head is buzzed as he creeps closer and closer to the state of mind that has him floating, whimpering and crying and begging like a good puppy. “F-fuck━”

You push him further, addicted to the taste of his honeyed skin on your tongue and the noises he lets out, sucking at his inner thigh, kissing and biting and leaving bruises that won’t fade for days to come. The world was about to see something that was for your eyes only, you’re allowed to be a little possessive.

Finally, you hook your fingers onto the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down to reveal his cock. You wrap your hand around the base of the thick length, licking at the slit and collecting the pre-cum on your tongue causing Seokmin to jut his hip in your direction, a long, broken moan falling from his lips.

You focus on his tip, knowing that is what draws the most sound out of him and taking his whole cock in his mouth was a task you, unfortunately, could not do━ not when he was too thick and too long to fit completely. But, you still sink further down, taking him in until his head hits the back of your throat and then pulling out, licking at the side off it and repeating, all the while Seokmin is moaning, letting out little whimpers and tugging at your roots wanting more━ more heat, more pressure, more to push him closer to his orgasm.

You could stay like this forever, Seokmin’s cock heavy on your tongue, the taste of him a mix of salt and him with a pleasant buzz in your head, cockwarming him until he starts fucking your mouth. Instead, hollow your cheek, adding pressure to the wet heat of your mouth making Seokmin thrust into you with a moan.

Your hands wrap around the rest of his length that isn’t able to fit in your mouth, your previous actions leaving it slick with saliva and making it easier to twist and tug. Through the whole thing, you make sure to meet his eyes, watching him as he fucks up up into the wet heat of your mouth━ particularly when you pull out until it is just his tip left in you and you suck hard, licking at slit while at it.

It doesn’t take him long to fall apart, cumming as he fucks your mouth through his orgasm. But you don’t let out, swallowing his release and sucking on his cock until he’s whimpering, stomach caving in and the noises falling from his lips come out broken and stuttered, tearing gathering in his waterline as you push him into the lines of overstimulation━ pleasure mixing with a touch of pain causing him to moan out your name so so prettily.

Seokmin’s chest is heaving when you pull out his cock, lips parted as he takes in large puffs of air. You rise up, one hand going to cradle his jaw as you thumb at his lip, “My beautiful Seokmin.”

note. did not expect to write smut first thing after waking up but oh well!

[kyeomszone]

just wanna say that as a mercedes enthusiast and dk bias, your last smut was something i never knew i needed until now!! i loved it!!!

glad to hear it!! won't lie, this was very very self-indulgent and honestly expected no one else to like ✨️get it✨️ but happy to know there is more of us out there!! There is more coming in the fast times universe 👀

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fast times ○ lee dokyeom

tags. engineer!reader. driver!dk. f1 au. angry!dk. rough sex. oral (m receiving).

synopsis. a bad call has Seokmin losing a race that was a guaranteed win and so, you make it up to him in the best way you can.

masterlist. series masterlist.

“Seok━”

He pushes past you, lips set into a hard line and broad shoulders tense under the suit. Despite the situation, despite the palpable anger, you can’t help but eye the way the suit hugs his body. Tight lines of muscles are visible under the dark material, made even more prominent by his tense body.

“Seokmin!” You call after him, taking off your headset and rushing towards where the driver had walked off to. You had never seen the man this━ this angry. One thing about Seokmin Lee that you had come to hold as a fact is that anger was not an emotion he knew. Despite the high-stakes situation, he is put in every race, despite the way reporters and paparazzi tried to get under his skin━ dissect each of the words he says to twist them into something it isn’t, you had never seen him lose his hold on anger.

And yet, when you enter his driver’s room, there is an expression on his face that just sits wrong.

His jaw is clenched, body heaving with rough breaths, the rich tan of his skin glistening with sweat and his lips twisted into a snarl. His eyes were clenched shut, snapping open at the sound of your steps and you felt your breath hitch at the way they were devoid of any warmth that you and the rest of the world were used to.

You take cautious steps towards him until you are in front of him, kneeling to meet his eyes. “Seokmin, I’m sorr━”

“And what would that do?” Seokmin interrupts, his voice tight and dripping with venom. A part of you flinches at the tone but the other? You can feel your body heat up, arousal pooling in your stomach at the sight of him like this.

“Nothing,” You answer truthfully, regret curled into each syllable of your words, “I know, it will not do anything but I really am sorry.”

Seokmin lets out a sharp bark of laughter, the usually bright sound twisted into something mocking, head falling back and hitting the wall. He drags his palm down his face before looking down at you, his words sharp as a knife. “Why are you here?”

You were worried.

You stare at him for a beat, biting your tongue. Instead, you set your hand down on his knees, looking up at him through your lashes, “Let me make it up to you?”

Seokmin looks down at you for a second, his hand coming to cradle your jaw as he parts his legs. “At least that’s one thing you’re good at,” he says, words harsh but it only sends a shiver down your spine.

You don’t reply, instead leaning forward to trace the shape of his length through the fireproofs with your lips. The faintest touch has Seokmin groaning, hands moving to curl into your hair, the adrenaline from the race and your touches having an immediate effect.

You mouth at him, kissing at the shape of him as you feel him filling up in his underwear until he tugs harshly at your roots, demanding more. You bite back a wince at the action, ignoring the heat pooling in your guts in favour of Seokmin. Your hands move to his waistband, pulling it down the fabric pooled at his feet, leaving him in just his boxers.

You take out his length, swallowing the saliva gathered in your mouth as you move to lick at the long and girthy cock. Despite how many times you’ve been in this each situation, you can’t help but feel a sliver of this overwhelming feeling each time you have to take his cock.

You focus on the pulsating red of his cockhead, licking at it and tasting the salt of his precum and sweat on your mouth, each little kitten lick had Seokmin giving you a stuttered groan in return, his grip on your hair tightening. 

Your mouth slowly travels down, tracing the veins and ridges and the skin of his cock, fingers thumbing at his slit, making him let out those pretty little noises that have your head spinning. 

“I thought you were here to make up,” Seokmin groans out, voice tight and tugging at your hair that has you biting back a moan. “Stop.”

You do as he said, stopping all movements as you watch him move one of his hands from your hair to his cock, aligning it with your mouth. “Now, you’re going to take this like a good little toy, okay?”

You nod and open your mouth. The moan that falls from your lips is muffled by his girth, a choked little noise falling from you as his cock hits the back of your throat. Seokmin lets out a low, drawn-out moan when he bottoms out, breaths falling in harsh pants as he tightens his grip on your hair, pushing your head closer and you can feel the trimmed pubic hair against your skin.

And a beat later, he starts moving, pulling out of you before pushing back in, positioning pistoning in and out with little care for you, as if you are nothing but a fleshlight for him to use. It has your core throbbing, slick gathering in your panties and tears streaking down your cheeks as he keeps fucking your mouth.

“Fuck,” Seokmin mumbles, his movement getting sloppier by the minute, voice sounding tighter and tighter the longer he goes. You can feel the way his thighs tense underneath your palms and you were sure that if you opened your eyes, you would see the way his stomach started to cave in━ all impending signs of his upcoming orgasm. “Should’ve realised you were a better fucktoy than a race engineer.”

His words have you moaning, the sound vibrating through him making him let out stuttered noises in return. Finally, after a few more thrusts, you feel Seokmin grip your hair the tightest he’s done so through the whole ordeal, pushing his cock further into your mouth━

A salty taste overtakes your senses, thick and warm and spilling in your mouth and you swallow as much as you can. He pulls away when you tap against his thigh, some of his cum spilling from your lips inturn.

You take in a much-needed breath, pulling yourself up from the floor and onto the sofa, watching as Seokmin walks away.

━━

“An order given by your race engineer had you losing the Brazillian GP and it has majorly impacted your chances for winning the WDC” the reporter starts, his tone regretful, “Will it affect how much you listen to them in the future?”

Seokmin pursed his lips for a second before answering, “It is extremely important to trust your race engineer━ not just trust, but trust blindly to what they say. So no, we have all made mistakes sometimes and they have consequences that we have to live by. But, I trust and will follow through with anything my engineer has to say, now and in the future.”

note. my way of coping after the shit race. do NOT be a mercedes stan, it's nothing but pain. also, pep the edit, made it myself 😁

[kyeomszone]

good graces ○ lee dokyeom

tags. jealousy. avoiding ppl as a coping mechanism. stupidity. some semblance of a plot. jealous sex. dom/sub undertones. name calling. handjob. penetrative sex (vaginal). orgasm denial.

synopsis. after sleeping with your ex (?), the last thing you wish to do is come across him. But fate has other plans, and you find yourself watching him with another woman, green tinting your vision as he smiles at her.

masterlist. series masterlist.

You are not jealous.

You do not get jealous.

And yet, you remained frozen in your spot, jaw clenched as you stared at the scene playing out in front of you with narrowed eyes  It was as if you were being compelled to watch, unable to tear your eyes away from the soft warmth in Seokmin’s eyes or the pretty flush on the woman’s cheeks.

You can feel your pulse racing the longer you look, a sick thing curling in your chest the longer you keep looking. And you hate it, hate feeling this way again, hate the tightness in your chest, hate the crawl under your skin, hate the tint of green in your mind, hate the way he’s starting to have an effect on you again. You hate it.

You swallow around the lump in your throat, taking a small sip of your champagne, hoping the bubbly will help with the turmoil inside you and despite how much you wish, you can not look away from him.

You had been doing so well since that night, after having taken your statement back at the court, you had made sure to not come across him. You had avoided any mention of him anywhere and this gala had been one of the events you were sure he would not attend. 

After all, what would Lee Seokmin be doing in the midst of Fortune 500 CEOs? A group of people he’s stood against since the very start of his career?

And yet, he’s here, flirting with one of the CEOs of a company, the same type of person he’s had a trial against just a week ago.

“That’s DA Lee, isn’t it?” You hear an amused voice pipe up next to you. With a frown on your lips, you turn your head to note who it is and he’s familiar enough for you to know his face but not enough for a name. “Always knew he wasn’t an angel.” He ends with a laugh.

“What do you mean?” You bite out at what his tone implied, nearly bristling at his words. There’s intrigue in your tone but the sharpness that slips in is lost on you, not that you notice, eyes too busy with the scene in front of you to see the curious glance the man gives you.

“You don’t know?” The man asked, confusion written in his words. At your ticked eyebrow, he elaborates, “There is a reason that DA Lee keeps being invited to these events despite his reputation. It’s an open secret, the fact that he protects certain companies.”

You stare at him, baffled. You very well remember the early days of Seokmin’s career, following along to the countless news articles written about him despite wanting to stray as far away from him as you could. You remembered every one of his interviews, what he had stated, you could recite them verbatim and everything contradicted what the man was telling you.

“The woman he’s flirting with right?” You nod and the man continues “She owns B Pharmacitucals and it’s rumoured she’s to be charged with━ ”

“Excuse me,” You grit out when you spot the way Seokmin tucks a strand of hair behind the woman’s ears and trailing down her face, his touch delicate and you can also feel it, can feel the phantom touch of his. The long fingers, soft and slightly calloused from guitar strings on tracing the contours of your face each night back then.

Your steps are deliberate, heels clicking loudly against the marble floor as you walk towards Seokmin who seems to have spotted you, looking at you with a small smirk on his face━  his attention solely on you as if the woman he had just been talking to didn’t exist.

“Did you drink?” You ask, your words forced polite and at the shake of his head, your fingers wrap around his wrist, pulling him away, completely uncaring of the indigent gasp the woman lets out or Seokmin’s own protests━  not that he says anything, just stares at you with something indecipherable in his eyes as he follows along.

You finally stop once you are out of the hotel, waiting for your car to arrive. Your fingers are still wrapped around his wrist━  and neither of you speak on it. It feels almost natural to leave it there.

“Put the partition up,” you order your driver as soon as you and Seokmin get in and you’re on Seokmin the moment the window is up━  thighs bracketing his hips, lips on his, tongue slipping in his mouth and nails digging into the nape of his neck as you hold his face. His own hands find themselves on your waist, a moan falling from his lips at the sting of your nails.

“Wh━ ” Seokmin starts when you pull away, the burn in your lungs too incessant to ignore but you interrupt him, tugging at his bottom lips with your teeth, thumb pressing against the hollow of his neck.

“Shut up,” You pant out, resting your forehead against his as you take in large gulps of air. “Shut up,” you sneer, leaning in for another kiss━ this time all teeth and tongue, nails digging in deeper, his moans getting louder when you press against the growing bulge, his hands moving from your waist to your bare thighs. 

Mentally, you send a thank you to your stylist for dressing you in a dress with a slit high enough for Seokmin’s hands to slip in and curl around the bare skin of your waist, the heat of his palm burning against yours but all you can think of when you feel the slight callouses against you is his touch on that woman.

It sends a jolt of anger through your veins, and what can only be described as possessiveness curls in your chest━  despite how misplaced it might be. You had no claim on him, no right to feel any of what you are feeling, but you can’t help yourself as an ugly mix of anger and jealousy makes itself home in you.

One of your hands moves from his neck to the tent in his pants, pressing against the bulge making him hiss in pain that turns into a groan.

“Fucking whore,” You mumble against his lips, pressing harder and making him throw his head back against the seat, mouth falling open. You let out a sharp huff of laughter tinged with mockery, “telling me I lost my morals while you were about to fuck that bitch.”

“I━ ”

“Shut up,” you snarl, kissing him again as you press your body flush against his, your heart drumming in your ears. Your hands work at his tie, tugging it loose and popping one of the buttons open to give you access to the rich tan of his skin. Your mouth leaves his to latch onto the junction of where his neck meets his shoulder, sucking at the hard muscle.

You stay there for a while, biting and sucking on his neck until the green tint of jealousy starts to lessen into just an inkling on the back of your head━  the idea that anyone that would look at him would know that he belonged to someone soothing the ugly thing rearing it’s head in you.

A knock at the window has you pulling away from him and it takes you a minute to realise the car has stopped moving, likely meaning it has arrived at your place. You pull away, taking in the sight of Seokmin━ his kiss-bitten lips, the mess of your red lipstick on his mouth and neck, the scratches and splotches that would bloom into bruises, the hazy look in his eyes and the flush on his cheeks.

You slide off his lap, fixing your dress before knocking back on the window, letting the driver know to open the door. You step out, Seokmin following behind and you can’t help but notice the way his ears burn when your driver pointedly avoids looking at the two of you.

You’re on him as soon as the door closes behind you, lips on his, stumbling back towards the staircase as your hands tug at the blazer, pulling it off of him, followed by his shirt. Your hands trail down from his shoulders, nails catching on the brown buds making him moan, fingers caressing the dips of his body, palming at the hard muscles of his chest and stomach. His hands pull at the strap of your dress, tugging them from your shoulders and down to your arms.

You only pull away when you’re at the stairs, climbing up the steps until you’re at your bedroom door. 

“Hands to yourself,” you snap when he frees you of your dress, the fabric pooling at your feet leaving you in your underwear and heels. Seokmin stares at you for a second, his eyes dazed as he takes in the sight of you and you can feel a lump form in your throat when you properly notice whats written on his face. 

He hasn’t looked at you in this way since.. since━ 

“Seokmin,” you snap, your tone coming out harsher as you glare at him, ignoring the heaviness starting to take root in you.

He blinks at your tone, takes a beat to process what you stated and before he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing at the action. “Why….?”

The two of you remember very well that the only time you took control was when you were angry, really truly angry. And it’s humiliating to admit to yourself that even though it has been years since the two of you parted ways, he still has the same hold on you. It’s even more humiliating to admit that to him, to admit that you were jealous when he was interacting with that woman.

“I don’t want your hands on me,” you start, carefully picking your words to make it seem as if you weren’t seething, that at one point in the evening, all you could see was green, that at some point you weren’t contemplating marching to him and kissing him until he was putty in your hands in front of the whole room. 

“I don’t want the hands that touched a psychopath, that launders with blood money.” You sneer, recalling what the man told you. What you don’t realise is the gravity of your words or the way he flinches.

Seokmin swallows again but nods, his hands settling at his sides.

You take a breath before pushing him back until his legs hit the frame of the bed. Your hands move to unbuckle his belt, one hand pulling the trousers down alongside his boxers while the other wraps around the thick head of his cock, stroking the slit and spreading the precum. He moans at the action, his face flushing a prettier shade of red as you run your hand along the length of him, nails scratching along the veins.

You keep stroking his length until you can see the shake in his thighs, until his cock is rod straight, flushed a violent red and leaking.

“Lay down,” you tell him, taking your underwear and heels off as you climb onto the bed after him, settling on his lap. His hands settle beside him digging onto the bedspread to stop from reaching out to you, knuckles turning white from the effort. Not that you notice, too busy with taking his cock and running the head along your folds, gathering the wetness.

“Tell me when you’re about to cum,” You order and at his nod, you line him to your hole and sink down. A soft moan leaves your lips at the stretch, the sound mixing with the groan from Seokmin whose whole body arches, head pushing into the mattress and fingers tightening on the bedspread as you continue to take him in you completely.

You pant softly when you finally bottom out, a glance at Seokmin shows his clenched eyes, bottom lip in between his teeth as he holds back his noises. You roll your hips when you finally adjust to having him in you, Seokmin immediately moaning out your name at the action, the noises getting louder as when you start to move, lifting yourself up before sinking back down.

You keep your pace slow, deliberately so despite knowing your thighs will start to burn soon, the noises he’s making are like music to your ears, helping settle the jealousy that had settled into your bones.

You keep moving, rolling your hips, positioning until he opens his mouth, breathes out that he’s close and suddenly, all movements are put to a pause. You hold back a noise at the empty feeling in you instead focusing on the way Seokmin whines when you take his cock out, denying him his orgasm.

A beat passes and then two, Seokmin’s chest rises and falls rapidly, fingers digging further into the fabric and you can feel his stomach muscles twitch. When all the signs of his impending orgasm start to lessen, you take his cock in you again, moaning at the way it hits your cervix, pushing to the deepest parts of you.

“Fuck,” you moan out, throwing your head back as you start to move again, your pants mixing with his breathy moans that slowly turn into broken little noises the longer you keep moving, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. 

This time, you stop before he says anything, noting the way his thighs twitch, the way his hips jerk up to fuck into you, the way his stomach starts to cave in, his moans more air than noise. Another whine falls from his lips at the lack of movements from you as you deny him his release, the sound more pitiful this time but unlike before, you don’t take his cock out.

You stare at the way water gathers in his lashes, his eyes wide and hazy and simmering like something out of a painting and you have to bite your lips to stop yourself from leaning down and kissing him softly.

The two of you don’t do this, not anymore, not after━

You start to move again, one of your hands moving from his stomach to your core, pressing against your cilt, rubbing at the nub until you can feel the coil in your stomach tighten and tighten and━

A moan falls from your lips as you clench down around Seokmin’s thick length, the man moaning in return due to it as your orgasm washes over you. Your eyes flutter close as you fuck yourself through your orgasm, the tightness of your walls pushing Seokmin closer and closer to the edge and━

His lips shape your name as he lets go, emptying out inside of you as his orgasm hits. His eyes clench shut, hips jerking up and stomach caving in as you keep moving until he’s telling you to stop. 

An exhausted breath falls from you as you roll off of him, almost collapsing next to him. Your thighs are burning and your cunt is leaking his cum but exhaustion had settled too deep in your bones for you to do anything more than curl into the heat of Seokmin’s body as your eyes flutter shut.

In the morning, you wake up to an empty bed. Seokmin taking the warmth of your skin with him.

A heaviness sits in your chest and you settle on a decision.

[kyeomszone]

Mercedes Driver Dokyeom for F1

[kyeomszone]

I've been tweaking and twitching like a rabbies infected rodent since i saw the pictures. Someone put me down, please 😭

[kyeomszone]

chat i can't fucking do this rn.....

[kyeomszone]

decode ○ lee dokyeom

synopsis. you wish there was a word that described what you felt for Lee Seokmin, but alas, all you had to settle for was hate. The man might be worshipped throughout the city for his work. You knew the cruel creature that lay beneath the surface, and one day, you would prove that to the world. Except, a wrench is thrown in your plans when old feeling resurface and you find yourself falling back into a habit you thought you'd left behind.

tags. exes to lovers. ex friends with benefits. unresolved sexual tension. unresolved romantic tension. angst.

masterlist.

series masterlist.

one. motive

there aren't a lot of things that can get the Lee Seokmin angry. He's seen a lot in his career as the district attorney, has lived through a lot but goddammit did you know how to get under his skin better and faster than anyone with the infuriating smirk of yours.

two. good graces

after sleeping with your ex (?), the last thing you wish to do is come across him. But fate has other plans, and you find yourself watching him with another woman, green tinting your vision as he smiles at her.

however, you take this opportunity to look deeper into the man he had become.

three. sharpest tool

there are a lot of things you don't want to admit about what you and seokmin have. sex is easy. it's easier than voicing all the things left unsaid. it's easier than facing your tumultuous past.

And running is easier, muffling your resentment with sex was easier until you find yourself losing him again.

four. how many things

at some point, everything boils over. making mistakes is human, but what you did, you're scared that this might be the end. And, you realise that you'd rather have parts of him than nothing at all.

five. i wish i hated you

the aftermath of it all

[kyeomszone]

worst behaviour ○ lee dokyeom

tags. penetrative sex (vaginal). possessive sex. hints of jealousy. dom/sub undertones. name calling (whore). overstimulation.

synopsis. the aftermath of the allure korea teaser

masterlist.

Your brain refuses to function.

The song's beat echoes through the room as you stare dumbly at your phone. And you desperately wait for your brain to reboot so that you can process the clip playing out on your screen.

You knew your boyfriend was preparing something. He was working out more than usual, soft muscles being replaced by hard lines, tanning, making that delicious golden hue of his skin even richer. You had chalked this up to the comeback and tour, building stamina for long hours of performance.

But, in no way had you expected, had comprehended the thought of this.

Because holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

You’re pretty sure you're hyperventilating at this point, lungs burning, mouth dry, heart thudding away in your chest. And every time you blink, you can see him, the crop top, the scrumptiously defined sliver of skin, the leather hugging his shoulders, the pants accentuating his long long legs.

“Baby!” You hear Seokmin’s voice as he enters, the sound of bags shuffling along with him. “I saw the cafe you wanted to go to yesterday was open and━ oh” He breathes out, recognising the music coming from your phone, a pretty little blush coating his cheeks, nose and ears.

You swallow the lump in your throat at the sight of him, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you slowly trace the lines of his body. He’s wearing one of his usual outfits, a simple t-shirt and grey sweatpants and you’re pretty sure he’d work that at a soundcheck at one of his concerts but you know what laid beneath━  lithe muscles, sharp lines and dips, all of with you had traced with your tongue and committed to memory, all of which had been for your eyes only but now, now, the whole world knew and it made this ugly green thing take root in you.

And it’s not like you didn’t know, that you’d had to share Seokmin. That he’s Lee Dokyeom just as much as he is Lee Seokmin━  singer and dancer beloved by the world and you can not put into words just how grateful you are to have him, a large part of him so wholly to yourself but fuck, the jealousy something is too heavy to ignore.

“So,” Seokmin clears his throat, the red hue of his cheeks brighter when he notices the way your pupils have dilated. “What do you think?”

You take quick strides towards him, grabbing him by the collar and taking his lips in yours, the sudden action making him gasp. With his mouth open, you take the chance to slot your tongue in, tangling your tongue with his, sucking on the muscle, licking at the heat of him, making him moan.

You only pull away when the burn in your lungs gets incessant, “I deserved a warning,” you pant out, your hand slipping under his t-shirt and palming at the hard muscles, nails digging in hard enough to leave crescent marks. “I think I had a heart attack.”

Seokmin swallows, biting his lip to hold in a whimper at the jolts of pain caused by your nails. “You like it then?”

You pull him into a kiss again, less fervent than the previous one but no less heated. “Let me show you what I think baby,”

You pull away, taking off his shirt as you start kissing down his chest, pressing soft kisses at the moles littered on his skin, nails scratching down, leaving angry red lines in their wake, all of which make him let out soft breathy moans. Your mouth settles on his peck, tongue swirling at the nipple as you bite around it, tugging at the nub.

Seokmin stutters out your name, voice airy and hoarse as speaks. “Don━ don’t mark please,” His words are chocked out, mixed with moans as you continue your work, littering the rich expanse of his skin with hickeys that will bloom into furious shades of red and purples, “the members after last time━ ”

He interrupted himself with a moan when you palm at his bulge through his sweats, a smirk tugging at your lips knowing very well what Seokmin was referring to. 

“Shouldn’t have acted like a whore then,” You snap at him, looking up at him with an eyebrow ticked. The last time Seokmin had been referring to had been an almost similar incident━  that time it was him uploading pictures in that translucent white shirt, chest almost completely out for everyone to see. And it had tinged your vision with the same shade of green, jealousy eroding away at your usual sense of comfort.

And so, you had done what you do best, leave hickeys on his chest, dark enough to last well over a week.

“Lay down,” You order, your voice sharp and Seokmin immediately nods, swallowing as he takes off his clothes and does what you told him. You lick your lips, taking in the sight of him, naked and flushed, his cock rising by the beat the longer you stare, the head of it a violent shade of red. 

You move, taking off your clothes as well and settling on the bed.

You sit on his lap, legs on each side of his hips as you glide your folds over his thick length, biting back a moan each time his cockhead gets caught your whole or presses into his clit. Your hands are pressed against his stomach, feeling the hard muscles and the rise and fall of it as his breath grows more erratic.

His hands are settled on your thighs, digging into the soft flesh to ground himself as he stares at you, mouth open as moans fall from them, eyes closed, a blissed-out expression on his face.

Finally, you lift yourself up until you are kneeling on the bed, using one of your hands to align his cock with your hole. And slowly, ever so slowly you sink down on him. It takes a bit of effort because despite how much the two of you slept together, the stretch or fill of him was not something your body could ever get used to.

You slowly start to ride him, rolling your hips, moving up and down━  keeping your pace slowly enough to push him towards his orgasm but not so much as to make him cum. 

Your eyes are fixated on his face, the way his eyes clench, his mouth falls open farther, a low broken sound falling from them, the noises he’s making like music to your ears and if you could, you would record the sound to hear over and over again but for now, you commit it to memory.

You pick your pace up slightly, the room filling with a mix of moans and the sound of skin against skin from the sticky mess you’ve caused on Seokmin’s lap. Each roll of your hips causes Seokmin’s grip on your thighs to grow tighter, white-knuckled.

Soon enough, you can feel the way the muscles in his stomach start to cave in, twitching against your palm, the muscles of his thighs tensing, his body arching as he’s pushed almost over the edge. And it takes just a hip roll for him to come in you with a moan of your name, the sound stuttering out as you keep moving, milking him through his orgasm and immediately pushing him to the next.

“L-love━ ” Seokmin’s voice sounds wrecked when he speaks, and when you look at his face, you can stop the flooded waterline, the drops of tears in his eyelashes, waiting for a blink to cascade down. You can feel your breath hitch at the sight, “I … I c━ can’t━  ah”

He trails off into a moan, senses overwhelmed with pleasure. And you know him well enough to know the inflections in his tone, what hides underneath surface and for a second, you slow down your pace, noting the hitch of pain. You wait for him to tell you to stop or snap, clap or tap his fingers but when none of them come your way, you pick your pace back up.

“I know you can do it, baby,” You encourage him, pushing past the burn in your thighs from the continuous movements. You lean down, your lips against his as your tongue wanders his mouth. When you pull away, there’s a string of drool connecting the two of you and you watch the way Seokmin’s eyes remain fixated on that, swallowing when it breaks before it waders back to your face. 

One of your hands wanders from his stomach to his cheeks, brushing against his cheekbone as you say: “be a good boy for me.”

Seokmin swallows and nods, blinking back tears as pleasure overwhelms the pain from overstimulation. You can see that he’s trying so hard to hold back, knowing that there’s nothing but more of this in the future for him if his hips jerk up without you giving permission, the way his face is so completely flushed, shiny with a sheen of sweat and glistening with tears.

You really, really wish there was a camera here with you so that you could take a picture because he looked like a sight.

You can feel your own orgasm approaching just from the ridding alone and it takes a few presses against your cilt or you to clench down around Seokmin, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to bite back a moan. And that seemed to be the last straw to push Seokmin again.

With your walls clenching around him and scratches against his abs, he’s coming again, thick spurts of white filling you up with a broken sob.

You ride him through it again, despite the tears streaming down his face and your thighs screaming at you to stop. Finally, you collapse on top of him, a breathless laugh falling from your lips as you roll off of him before curling into his chest, arms settling around his waist as he pulls you closer.

When your brain finally reboots and you can think like a civilised person, a curse falls from your lips at the realisation that Seokmin had been loud and the rest of the groups’ rooms were right next to yours.

“Seungkwan might actually kill me this time,”

note. istg it took me a whole ten minutes to decipher if that video was real or whether i was hallucinating and now the songs stuck in my head. also, best believe I will be writing another one when pictures come out on nov 4

[kyeomszone]

fever ○ lee dokyeom

tags. vampire! seokmin. biting. blood drinking. dub con (?). public sex. fingering. penetrative sex (vaginal).

Synopsis: Knowing who your boss was, you knew you would encounter some rather eccentric groups of people. What you could've never predicted was encountering an actual vampire.

masterlist.

A tired sigh falls from your lips as you take a seat at the bar, feeling thin tendrils of exhaustion curling under your skin. You raise your hand, flagging down the bartender to order yourself something light to drink so you don’t promptly fall asleep.

You give the bartender a polite smile as you order a mojito, your nails drumming against the cool glass of the countertop, waiting for the man to return with your drink. Your eyes wander along the hall, taking note of the guests and making sure that the expressions on their faces are nothing short of pleased.

It was the first gala that you had been given the complete reigns of and you’d be damned if there was anything out of place or if the guests had anything to complain about.

You thank the bartender when he sets your drink down in front of you, going back to people-watching. A frown tugs at your lips when you spot your boss standing in the corner, a strained smile on the usually bright man but before you can stand up and make your way to him to prode at what, Mingyu is approached by another man.

You can’t see the other man’s face, just the side profile but even that is not clearly visible. He’s slightly shorter than your boss but just as broad, shoulders accentuated by the blazer he’s wearing and you can see the shape of his nose, long and straight and one that you could climb.

You take a sip of your drink, realising where your thoughts are headed. If it had been any other day, you would’ve let your mind venture in that direction but today, you couldn’t be distracted. However,━ it’s not a crime to look.

You take slow sips of your drink, watching Mingyu talk with the man, a grin on your boss’s lips, a laugh falling from his lips and then, he’s looking at you, hand raised as he beckons you over. You bite back a sigh, leaving your drink at the bar as you walk over to him, your steps slow so as to not trip over the hem of your dress or the too-tall heels you’re wearing.

“Lee Seokmin,” The man introduces himself with a charming smile after you do, the name immediately grabbing your attention because you know it━ know that name. This whole gala had been for your boss’s mentor, a month of you working yourself to the bone for a celebratory gala for Mingyu’s mentor, Lee Seokmin.

You subtly glance at your boss who nods and you have to bite back the barrage of questions that now sit on the tip of your tongue.

But where you had expected greying hair, sagging skin and wrinkles, the man before you looked barely older than your boss. A head of dark locks styled into a half part, skin a rich shade of honey, moles littering his skin cheeks, jaw and neck and he’s handsome, a little too handsome.

The suit he’s wearing hugs his form well, trousers making his long legs appear longer, blazer stretched around his arms and back and a simple t-shirt underneath that gave away to rich expanse of skin and you can’t help but swallow when you spot the mole that sits just above a pec.

There is almost an ethereal glow to him. The pull you feel toward him is borderline magnetic and━ alluring, and it amplifies the longer you stare.  

“Oh,” you blink, your cheeks flushing when you realise your thoughts had trailed off to that direction again. You clear your throat, putting on your best smile, ignoring the way his gaze seems to burn into you. “I hope you liked the gala.”

“I did, I was just telling Mingyu that,” Seokmin says with a grin, his smile all teeth and you can see hints of sharp canines━ too sharp to be human and oh…

Oh.

The beauty to him that looked uncanny, the sharp teeth, the fact that he had been Mingyu’s mentor since your boss was a kid and yet Seokmin looked barely older than him?

You knew of the existence of vampires, knew that these creatures of the night walked alongside humans, breathed and lived among them and despite the horror novels and shows, they weren’t more beast than human but you can’t help but feel a shiver run down your spine, thin tendrils of fear curling in your chest.

“You have nothing to fear,” Seokmin’s voice is closer to you, breath fanning against your cheek, nose brushing against your ear. You can feel your whole body tense at his proximity, your heart thudding in your chest. Slowly but surely, your heart starts to slow down, your skin soaking up the dulcet tone of his voice. The erratic beat of your heart grows steadier and steadier by the beat. 

You swallow the lump in your throat when you realise that it’s just you and him now, Mingyu nowhere to be seen and internally, you curse your boss for leaving you with Seokmin. His touch his gentle against the bare skin of your back, nails racking your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“Mingyu said you were smart,” There is an amused tinge to his syllables, “Suppose I should’ve expected you to figure it out,” his words have now taken a honeyed tone and you can’t help but feel like 

“Don’t hurt me,” You can’t help but choke out, your voice shaking.

Seokmin lets out a laugh, the sound soft and like twinkling bells, “Sweetheart, you’d be the last person I hurt. Don’t think Mingoo-yah would appreciate it if I do anything to his precious secretary.”

You swallow and nod, letting yourself relax slightly. His hand doesn’t leave your back, fingers gently brushing against your skin and this time━ your heartbeat picks up for an entirely different reason. Now that the fear has washed away, you properly account for the close proximity, the way his body was a breath away from yours to the point where you can feel the heat off of his skin.

You blink, looking up at him only to see that he is staring back at you, dark set of eyes boreing into your skin and you can’t help but flush at the intensity in them. You lick your lips, suddenly finding your mouth incredibly dry and you desperately try to ignore the way his eyes seem to darken further, tracing the movement of your tongue.

“Mr Le━”

“Seokmin, love” The man interrupts, thumb brushing against your bottom lip, “Just Seokmin.”

Your brain seems unable to respond as you just dumbly nod, staring at him wide-eyed as he leans down, lips millimetres apart. “I saw you staring, you know,” Seokmin’s voice sounds darker now but doesn’t lose the honeyed quality, “could smell the arousal as you walked over here.”

You flush further at his words, cheeks on fire and skin taking on a pink hue. Gathering whatever confidence you had, you lift your hand up, curling it around the base of his neck as you tick an eyebrow, “and what will you do about it?”

Seokmin grins, sharp and shark-like before he surges forward and captures your lips, sharp teeth sinking into your bottom lip making you gasp. A beat and you find his tongue in your mouth, fingers digging into the skin of your waist as the other cradles your jaw. His kiss is all-consuming, the taste of him on your tongue almost dizzying and you feel like you're drunk.

Distantly, you remember the fact that vampire saliva has the same quality as an aphrodisiac but in this moment, you could careless.

His lips trail down from your jaw, nipping at the skin of your jaw━ biting more than kissing as he moves down and down until his mouth is pressed against your jugular, licking against your pulse, canines scraping at your skin and knowing that he could━ at any moment━ sink his teeth in and leave you at an ich of your life, makes a jolt of thrill run down your spine.

It’s stupid, to give yourself so completely to a predator, have yourself at his mercy but you find all your inhibitions gone, caution thrown to the wind as you try your best to curl into the heat of him.

You feel him move, pushing you back until your back hits the wall and his hand slips under the slit of your dress, thumb playing with the hem of your panties and fingers groping the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

“Seokmin━” you gasp out at the action, eyes snapping open as you stare up at him but he doesn’t move, sucking at your pulse point as his fingers slip under the lace of your panties, fingers running along your fold. “Seokmin, we’re in━”

“No one will look,” Seokmin states when he pulls away from your neck, his fingers dragging the soft material of your panties down until it falls to the floor. “just be quiet, love, can’t control sound like I do light.” 

You nod, biting your bottom lip to hold in a whimper when he presses his thumb to your clit, two of his fingers slowly pushing into your aching hole. But what has a moan almost slip out of your throat is his teeth━ fangs scrapping against the delicate skin of you neck almost hard enough to bleed.

“May I?” Seokmin’s voice is huskier now, a dark undertone that has you weak in the knees and you find yourself nodding fervently nodding, even though an hour earlier, it would have you high-tailing it out.

Seokmin smiles, presses a soft kiss before sinking his teeth in, breaking skin and causing blood to gush out and you?

You feel like you’re in heaven. Lightheaded and fuzzy in the best way possible, heat coiling in your stomach and you can feel an orgasm approaching just from the euphoria that flooded your veins when he sunk his teeth in. Your mouth falls open, head falling back on the wall with a silent moan, back arching as his mouth keeps sucking, the coils in your stomach finally snapping as your orgasm washes over you━ as evident by the way you clench around Seokmin’s fingers.

He stops drinking when your body sags against his, black spots dancing in your vision. You whine at the empty feeling in your whole when he pulls his fingers, blinking when he delicately holds your chin up, making you look him in the eye.

“Okay?” Seokmin asks, his voice soft and you find yourself entranced by the crimson stain on his lips. When you nod, he leans down again, lips slotting against yours and you groan at the taste of copper on his tongue. 

Your breath hitches as he effortlessly lifts you up, your dress pooling at the back, the slit revealing both your legs when you wrap them around his waist. You hands curl around his shoulder, nails digging into the deliciously hard muscles of his back.

“Your not fucking me out in public,” You hiss, realising what was to happen next when you feel his bulge against your core. Despite your words, you can’t help but feel excited at the prospect of him taking you right here and now, in an open ballroom with minimum shadows covering you. It fill you with shame but the throb in your cilt is too much to ignore.

“Aren’t I?” Seokmin’s voice is smug when he speaks, one hand on your waist while the other works to unbuckle his belt and undo the button of his trousers. “No one will see us, love, not unless you make noise.”

“Wha━” you question ending with a gasp as he pushes himself into you, the thick girth of his cock resisting slightly despite the wetness in you and despite your best efforts to hold a moan back, you can’t help yourself as your head falls back, a low sound falling from the back of your throat.

“Seokmin,” you moan out as he keeps pushing himself in, feeling each of the ridges and veins drag on your spongy walls. You’re overwhelmed by the feel of him, almost impossibly full when he finally bottoms out. Your brain barely works, mouth open and drool gathering as he shallowly fucks into you. Pulling back just the smallest bit before pushing back in. With each thrust, he pulls back more and more until his hips are slamming against yours, pace fast and rough, uncaring of you as he chases his own pleasure. His mouth finds itself on your neck again, teeth scrapping against the somewhat healed bite to reopen it.

And he’s drinking again, having you in the most intimate way possible, consuming everything you have to offer and it’s exhilarating and had your veins flooding in pleasure. Your body arches, presses against him when his thrusts grow erratic with each drop of your blood until he gives one final hard thrust and spills in you.

When he pulls out, tucking himself back into his pants, you can feel a trail of cum run down your legs and you’re sure you would’ve collapsed onto the floor if not for his hold on you.  It’s filthy and you’ve never felt this used in your life but you also can’t help but wish for more.

It seemed as if Seokmin could read your mind as he smiles again, the same, sharp shark-like one that has fear and arousal curling in you. “Would Mingyu mind if I steal you for the rest of the night?”

At your answer, Seokmin's smile widens.

[kyeomszone]

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