#svt dino

[jinmindeulle]

no more distance | lee chan

His arms were finally around you, holding you tight against his body. 

The tulip bouquet that he had gifted you was laying on the floor, waiting for you to pick it up. But you were too busy, one hand at the nape of his neck, the other gripping his black shirt.

When you felt a drop on the crook of your neck, you couldn’t help but close your eyes shut to let your own tears flow. 

“I can’t believe we’re finally together” Chan whispered, and hugged you even tighter, as if that was possible. 

“Me neither” you replied, losing your grip so you could look him in the eye for the first time in two years.

Because everything that you had built had never felt as real as that moment. You texted, yes, you called and FaceTimed multiple times a week, yes — hell, you even sextexted from time to time. But in real life, you had seen each other twice, and you had kissed only once: saying goodbye in the very same airport you were finally meeting again.

“It feels too surreal” he grinned, cupping your cheek and caressing it with his thumb, brushing away a few stray tears.

“And when I tell you this, it might sound even more delusional” 

Two years ago, you had been to South Korea just as a nice vacation on your own. It had been in your bucket list for a very long time, and once you were sure that your finances allowed it, you booked it — and with that click, you had also sealed your destiny.

Because three days before leaving the country, you had met the man who had stolen your heart in Seoul, and had taken it back to Iksan ever since. Lee Chan was seated next to you during the one and only concert you had intended to go to, and well… the rest is history.

“I have plans to move. I got a job in the Iksan branch of the company”

You were not expecting his answer to be a kiss. At first, he just pressed his lips against yours, a little shy. But when you smiled, he took it as his chance to capture your lips with his, hugging them, as if he intended to describe what his I love yous meant with the action. You eagerly accepted his advances and as you felt the need for air, you peppered his now swollen lips and cheeks with small kisses. 

“Don’t leave my side, ever again” 

And you had never wanted to. You had fought to get this job — to finally make the promise real. To spend the rest of your life kissing Lee Chan, in the country that had given you more than you had ever asked for. 

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[cherrynpink]

freak like me

pairing: nerdy!dino x f!reader

genre: project partners, mutual pining, lots of daydreaming, smut (with a bit of plot) MDNI!

warnings: shy cutesy dino who has my heart (he is a secret freak!), idk how american uni works so just go w it pls, dino and chan are both used interchangeably, oc has nerd kink (ahem), forward oc, cursing, a bit of manipulation?, too many thirsty thoughts, kissing, choking, spit kink, unprotected sex (do not do this!), oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, clit stimulation, brat!oc, brattamer!dino, mean dino, he calls oc slut/whore, dirty talk!!!, riding, missionary position, creampie, size kink?, crying, hair grabbing, ass slapping, orgasm denial, cum eating, it is honestly filthy, lmk if i missed anything!

w.c.: 5.4k

playlist: freak like me

note: thank you so much for liking the last fic so much :( didn't expect such a positive reception so i was super motivated to write this one! plus these pictures of him did something to me like y'all don't get it like i do bcs i went crazy and HAD to write.

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“Right, so the semester end project will be a group project.” Your professor says as the whole class sighs in disappointment and annoyance.

“I know you all don’t like these group projects, but it’s compulsory guys, it’s worth 30% of your final grade. If it’s any consolation, I requested the dean to let it be done in pairs, so be a little grateful, I don’t want anyone coming up to me after class asking to change partners.”

Great. The only thing you hated more than group projects were the ones done in pairs. In spite of all the arguments in groups, atleast you didn’t have to do any work if you didn’t feel like it. But now not only will there be conflicts with your partner, but you’ll have to do half the work too. Just great.

“Y/n? miss y/n?” your professor calls pulling you out of your zoned out state as you raise your hand in confusion.

“You’ll be partnered with Mr. Chan.”

Oh. This was going to be fun. Not only was Chan really REALLY good at studies, but also so cute. You first met him just on the second day of class, when you asked him for a pencil because being klutz you are, you had forgotten you had that class that day and had practically rolled off your bed as your roommate woke you up minutes before it started, reaching a bit late and resulting in your professor scolding you. Chan had coyly given you the pencil, later passing you a note in the middle of the class written “you can ask me later if you have any doubts about what was taught before you arrived as you were a bit late :)”. Oh, he was so cute.

That was how your friendship started, though you never talked much outside of class- other than the occasional times he replied to your story or liked it, you and him were mostly formal with each other, never crossing the boundary of “classmates.”

Sometimes you would ask him for his notes, and being the nice guy he is, he would send the snapshots in a second. You would later leave an iced americano on his usual seat, as a gesture of thankfulness; and a note along with it. Sometimes when the professor’s voice cracked in the middle of the lecture, your eyes would find his- giving each other a slight smile.

It was always quick glances, polite words, and soft smiles, because you both never seemed to take it further. But you were tired now, tired of pretending you didn’t picture his face squished under your thighs, glasses all fogged up and your slick dripping down his chin. Tired of acting like you didn’t violate your poor pillow every other night imagining how he would sound with him in your throat.

Was he a head pusher? Or someone that just begged you to let him come? Would he let you tie him up? Or would he want to tie YOU up? you were sick of acting like he didn’t get you so so wet when he answered a question in class and fixed his glasses, and you had a plan to change that.

As the class ends, you see him coming up to you.

“Should we work at the library at 6 today? I’ll get us some coffee and snacks to eat while we work!” he says with a small smile on his face.

You could agree to the library at 6, after all he has pitched it so sweetly, but there is a devil on your shoulder that is actually so evil, because you hear a voice in your head saying no way you’re meeting him in a public place for the things you want to do with him.

“I’m a bit busy at 6 Chan, I-”

“Dino! You can call me dino too. All my friends usually call me that.” He says shyly.

You smile sweetly. “I’m a bit busy at 6 dino, I have my shift at the café.” You say pouting at him. They are blatant lies. You do not have your shift at the café today because it is closed, something about the owner being at a wedding, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“You can come over to my place at 10 if it’s okay with you? I doubt the library will the open till the time I get off work.” You feel a bit bad, but you’re just inviting him over because it’s more comfortable at home, right? Yeah! Nothing needs to happen just because you’ll be alone with him. (You are lying to yourself at this point because there is no way you don’t lose your mind at the thought of being alone with him.)

“Oh, okay sure! text me the address, I’ll be there.” He says with a sweet smile and you might crush him because of how much you want to squish his cheeks right now.

Dino might go crazy. He’s not even sure if you could see he wasn’t paying attention to a thing you said, because he was too busy staring at your lips the entire time, and then your collarbones, until his eyes travelled to your tits trapped in your blouse which was just a little too tight. Tight enough to accentuate the curve of your breasts; but not letting them spill out- just tight enough.

On top of that, if he’s left alone with you, he has no idea how he’s going to prevent a tent from forming in his pants, so he opts for a oversized hoodie long enough to cover him and a pair of grey sweatpants because it is your house after all, he can dress casual, and he doesn’t want you to know he took 20 minutes to decide what he wore so that his outfit says-“hey, I’m casual and comfortable” and “I’m put together” at the same time.

He is sharp on time, you say to yourself as the bell rings. You’re a bit nervous approaching the door in your small plaid skirt and sweater, knowing how he always stares at you whenever you wear a skirt to class. Plus, you’re wearing a something a little special underneath it, just it case. You push the self-doubting thoughts to the back of your head as you open your door and he is a sight to see. He looks so delicious in those animal print framed glasses and messy hair, there is a glow on his face and oh, those stupid goddamn grey sweatpants. It is OVER for you.

“You’re very punctual, it’s exactly 10.” You giggle. “Your hair looks a bit of a mess dino, coming from another girl’s place?” you say as you smirk, leaning against the door.

“No! No, I just came from the gym, my hair is still a bit wet from the shower.” He says as he ruffles his hair and comes in, setting his bag on the table in your living room. Oh? Pretty boy goes to the gym as well, is there anything he doesn’t do. He usually only wore oversized hoodies and t-shirts to class, never really revealing his true figure; nor did you ever see him much in parties despite his friends being a part of the frat, so this was a new side of him you were seeing right now.

“My roommate is gonna be home in a bit, so we can work in my room, mhm?” you ask, acting intentionally doe eyed and innocent. Lies. They are all lies. Your roommate isn’t going to be home in a bit, she’s at her girlfriend’s dorm. And she is not going to be home until tomorrow after class. And maybe if Chan was thinking clearly, he would’ve asked why your roommate would mind you working in the living room with him. But he’s not thinking clearly, too busy staring at your legs and imagining his face between your thighs; so, forgive him if he isn’t at his highest functioning brain activity right now.

He murmurs a quiet okay as he follows you to your room as you lead him. And your room is so you. He doesn’t know how to explain it, because he doesn’t know you so well yet, but as soon as he enters through the door, he sees plushies laid out neatly on your bed, and your scent all around him. He can see posters of bands and movies dressing up your walls and random Sanrio figurines all around the room. He lays his bag on your bed, taking out his laptop as you sit next to him on your chair, and your skirt rides up, revealing your soft thighs further. And maybe his eyes are playing tricks on him, but he can almost see pink lace fabric peaking from underneath your skirt. And maybe you’re just a bit cold, but he swears he can see your nipples peeking through your sweater.

Every passing minute, he is making it so hard for you to keep your composure. He keeps sharing his ideas about the project and telling you what you should work on. Why is hearing him talk about physics so sexy? You don’t know what it is, but you can’t help but think how hot he looks when he talks so passionately. Your panties are literally getting soaked as the time goes on. It’s been an hour, and he hasn’t even taken a second to look at you yet! You’re quite literally whoring yourself out for him and all he cares about is inductive motor or whatever the hell the project is about.

“Channie, can we move to the bed? I’m feeling a bit tired from my shift.” You say, fake yawning.

“Mmm? Oh sure.” It is over for him, he thinks to himself.

As you sit up on your bed, your skirt FULLY rides up, revealing your baby pink lace panties. You push it down gently, saying “oops” as you giggle. And something inside him snaps. All control he had, he’s lost it now and he physically cannot hold back anymore. His gaze darkens, as he pushes you down, his grip on your throat as he gets on top of you. You gasp as he takes you by surprise, but the shock lasts barely 5 seconds before you smirk.

You reach up as your lips find his, pulling him deeper into your mouth as you grab his hair. From the get go, it is passionate, and rough and messy, because both of you are left gasping for your breath- your cheeks rosy and your chest heaving. Deciding to tease him further, you bite his lip. He moans into your mouth, mumbling “brat.” Taking the opportunity, you slip your tongue into his mouth deepening the kiss, and it is so sloppy; neither of you willing to give up control. The heat between your legs grows because of the way his tongue fights with yours to take over, which has your head spinning.

“Channie” you moan, as you feel the hard press of his body against yours, the sound of your lips smacking together and your heavy gasping filling the room.

His hand reaches to lift your sweater slightly, fingers making contact with your bare skin as they keep moving upwards until they your lacy bra, delicately toying with the material.

“You wore this for me baby? Knew this was going to happen?”

All you do is giggle as you continue to kiss down his jaw, alternating between sucking and biting. But that doesn’t sit right with him, as his other hand wraps around your neck, squeezing just the right amount so that his grip is tight enough, but still allowing you to breathe, and suddenly you’re flooding your panties.

“This okay?” he asks, his eyes filled with concern and genuine worry, looking for any discomfort in your eyes, desperate for your approval to continue.

You nod, because it’s actually all you can do. He loosens the grip on your throat and begins to pull his hand away as he says “Fuck, if you want me to go on, you’re gonna have to answer me baby.”

You’re quick to bring his hand back on your neck, your head turning left and right in panic, “No! No, please I want it!” you say as he smirks at your desperate state.

“Yeah? Then answer me when I ask you a question baby. You wore this set for me pretty?”

“Just wanted you to notice me, pay attention to me.” You say between kisses.

“And you thought whoring yourself out would be the way to get my attention” he chuckles. “Thought it was a mistake when you flashed me, turns out baby’s just an attention whore.”

He gets off of you and the bed and a whine leaves your throat as he pulls you down by your ankles as your hips reach the foot of your bed in an instant as he begins taking off his glasses.

“No!” you protest. “don’t- don’t take them off, I like them.” You say timidly. He picks you up, flipping your previous position as he seats you on his lap, taking off his hoodie, and you cannot help but stare. You did not know he was SO built and buff, your eyes are practically eating him up as you feel drool building up in your mouth. Oh, you NEED to suck him off right now. And that’s pretty much all it takes for you as you get on your knees for him.

When you look up to him, there is hunger in his eyes, something you’ve never seen before, his gaze full of lust. He can’t remember how many times he’s pictured you like this, on your knees, so innocent, a pathetic expression on your face, waiting for him to give you your next instruction.

Those stupid man whore grey sweatpants, you need them off now.

You fumble with it’s band as you impatiently pull it down, revealing his Calvin Klein boxers, and you clearly have no time for this nonsense, rushing to pull his boxers down as well, all while he looks down on you, leaning back on the bed- hands on either side of him with a big cocky smirk on his face, because he cannot wait to see the next look on your face.

Your face: it’s so transparent, so revealing. It’s literally like you wear your heart on your sleeve. Everything you feel, you think, you want, it’s clear- plain as day on your face. And as soon as you pull his boxers off, there it is- pure amusement and shock, as his dick twitches at the sight of your wide doe eyes. You knew he was big, atleast that’s what you pictured in your nightly scenarios. But you did not know he was this big both in length and in girth as well, his angry tip staring at you, begging for your attention.

“Take your sweater off.” He demands. No pleas, no hesitance. An order. And who would you be to defy him? you teasingly take it off, all while a small smile adorns your lips as you throw the sweater somewhere on the floor alongside his hoodie.

You take his length in your hand, rubbing your thumb over his tip- spreading his pre-cum around it as your eyes go from doe like to those of a siren as they stare straight into his, spitting right on it seductively and oh, he thinks he’s in love. You pump it up and down and fuck- you can’t even completely wrap your hand around it, giving it a little squeeze as you go along, building the tension. But he doesn’t seem too happy about it as he sighs in annoyance. He’s sick of your teasing, because even after his multiple attempts to discipline you, you’ve decided to continue being a brat.

In the blink of an eye, he takes your hand off of him, grabs you by your jaw and squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and fore finger- the rest of the them lying on your jaw, forcing to you part your lips slightly.

“Do you trust me y/n?” he says softly, yet his voice dripping with dominance as you nod.

“Open your mouth, tongue out baby.”

And what he does next takes you by surprise, as he leans down, collecting a glob of spit in his mouth as it drips down from his mouth to yours, making you moan as you close your eyes, feeling the warm liquid on your tongue.

“Swallow.” he says as he caresses your jaw. And his wish is your command; you let out a loud moan as you feel it travel down your throat.

“Good girl. You’ll listen to me now, yeah? No more teasing. I’ve been holding back until now but if you don’t behave, I’ll have to fuck you like the whore you are. Better yet, I’ll eat you out, and get you so so close. I’ll be at it for hours baby, I have no place to be, but I won’t let you cum. So, tell me, you’re gonna be a good girl for me now?”

And all you can do is nod as he smirks, because now, he holds the power over you, and you want him to take over you. Don’t want to think about anything, just do whatever he says. And he can see that, see you fully slipping into subspace.

He holds his dick in his hand, and as your mouth chases his tip, he slaps it against your cheek. All he does is laugh, because you just look so pathetic under him. Tits spilling out of your see through pink lace bra, eyes on the brink of tears, fists balled up in your lap because he won’t let you touch him.

He grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail and slaps his dick against your other cheek as he says “tap my thigh twice in you wanna stop, okay?” and finally rubs his tip against your lips, parting them immediately as you engulf it in your mouth, sucking on it as if it’s a popsicle, swirling your tongue all around it, making him groan.

Slowly, he pushes his dick in inch by inch until it hits the back of your throat, and its laughable, because half of it still can’t be wrapped around your tiny mouth even though your jaw is doing gymnastics to accommodate half of him and he lets out a loud moan due to the insane pleasure it gives him. Since he won’t let you move yet, enjoying the feeling of cockwarming your mouth too much, you drag your tongue up and down, making him hiss.

Finally, he decides to fuck your throat, sliding your mouth up and down his dick as if your mouth is just a fleshlight for him to use, making your eyes roll back. He starts slow, as to ease you in; but is quick to fasten his pace to meet his needs. But you want to do more, so your hands reach up to play with his balls, and oh does it take him by surprise. All he can do while fucking your mouth is mumble sweet nothings, praising you, telling you how good you’re being letting him use you like this. And his words are working, because at this point your slick is running down your thighs and your cunt is in a desperate need of attention, as you grind it against the heel of your foot and when you look up to him, you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. His glasses lay low on his nose as his head is thrown back in pleasure and his hair is messy, sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; yet his hand is precise is controlling your mouth by your hair. His buff chest heaving desperate for air as his ears and cheek are a pretty shade of pink for you.

Suddenly he looks down to meet your eyes staring at him in lust, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything hotter as he sees you grind against your foot pathetically all whilst he fucks your warm mouth. He can feel the vibration of your mouth as you moan around him, and he thinks he’s in heaven. You look so dirty, spit dribbling down your chin, pupils dilated and red with desire, tears streaming down your cheeks because of how deep he’s hitting it right now. He is just so close, but no way he doesn’t cum in your pussy today, so he pulls you off his dick as you welp, a string of spit connecting your lips to his tip.

“I’ll come in your mouth some other day baby, need to be in you right now.” He says responding to your cute pout as he pulls you up to sit on his lap, your legs on either side of his thigh once again.

His hands travel to your back to undo your bra in an instant as it’s thrown somewhere on the bed behind him. Immediately his mouth is attached to your hardened nipple as you let out a loud moaning, feeling his warm tongue on your cold skin.

“I’m so fucking sick of you parading around in this stupid excuse of a skirt that barely covers your ass y/n.” He says as his hands travel down and under your skirt, making contact with your dripping lace, running his fingers up and down. He can feel your slick on his own thighs.

“Oh? You’re already soaked, baby. But I haven’t even touched you yet, wanna tell me what got you so wet?” he says as he mocks you, still not taking his attention off your breasts, sucking them and marking them up with hickeys all around and all you can do is moan as you dig your nails into his back overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“You’re so sensitive, so responsive. I love it baby, so easy for me. Need you to answer me- what’s got you dripping?” he says as he finds your clothed clit, pressing hard against it over the lace.

He’s being so mean right you. The remnants of tears on your cheeks have barely dried up before you can feel yourself getting teary eyed already.

“You! Want you so bad channie! Been wet for you since you walked in the door.” You cry out desperately.

Finally, he stops teasing your covered pussy and pulls it to the side, inserting two of fingers with no warning making you scream out loud. He’s quick to press his thumb to your clit, flicking it as he pumps his fingers into you, all whilst he’s sucking on your tits. His pace is monstrous from the start, and he shows no signs of stopping as he continues to drive them in you, opening you up preparing you to take his big dick. All you can do is drop your head on his shoulder helplessly, taking what he gives you.

“Ah! So good Chan, so- so- fuck! Right there! Need you!” you say as he repeatedly hits your g-spot all while rubbing your clit.

You’ve lost all track of time. You’ve been so close to cumming ever since you saw him walk through your front door that even the slightest touch could get you to your high, and here Chan was, touching you right where you needed, enlightening all your senses.

“I’m about- gonna- gonna cum dino! Please, let me, oh- please let me cum!” you cry out loud, begging him as he pulls out his fingers in an instant and just like that you’re crying again, dropping your head in the crook of his neck.

“What, don’t cry baby.” He says, voice dripping with fake sympathy, because inside him he knows your tears turn him on even more. His hand reaches the small of your back as he caresses it, attempting to calm you down. “Want you to cum on my cock princess. Think you can do that, yeah? You promised you’d be a good girl for me.”

“I was- I was just so close.” You say timidly between your sniffles.

“It’s okay princess, I’ll make you cum real good on my cock.” He whispers, kissing you tenderly for the first time in the evening, and it makes your heart full, reminding you that in spite of everything, this is the same dino that you see in class every day, polite and sweet and beautiful; but you’re brought back to the present as he pulls away from you, shattering your illusion.

“You wanted my attention so bad y/n, you started it. So, you’re gonna take what you wanted- gonna have to ride me.” He says with a shit eating grin that just makes you so mad right now, but eager to give him what he asks for you get off your lap and begin to take off your skirt.

“Did I ask you to take it off? Still not behaving baby. Keep the skirt on; after all you made such a show of wearing them, wanna fuck you in it. Take off your panties.”

Once the pink garment is off, you sit on his lap again, as he slaps his dick against your poor swollen cunt, running his tip against your entrance.

“You know what to do right? It isn’t your first rodeo after all.” He says as he smiles.

God, he is so cocky. If you didn’t desperately need him in you, you would not put up with it for a second. (you would probably put up with it anyway)

You take his dick in your hand as you hover over it, your pussy clenching over nothing, begging to be filled by him as you insert the tip in him; and that alone is such a stretch for you, your legs might give up then and there. But you are anything but determined. Stubborn. Firm on proving yourself. So, you accept the stretch, stabilising yourself by placing one hand on his wide shoulder while you bottom out completely, burying himself into you in one go making him throw his head back and groan in pleasure as his hands reach out to hold your waist, not letting you escape his grasp.

Slowly but surely, you begin by grinding your hips against them, building up the tension as you try to maintain a steady pace; but dino doesn’t look amused, so you begin to move up and down on him, burying your freshly done nails into his shoulders. His hand moves down as you bounce on him, giving your ass a quick slap before finding it going under your skirt and rubbing your clit, making you gasp out.

“Fuck, lift up your skirt baby.” He says, and you comply- lifting up your skirt with one hand, whilst he continues to toy with your clit and you bounce up and down his dick, showing him the mess you both are making; and he loves it.

You’re so eager to please him, prove yourself to him as you continue to alternate between grinding and moving up and down; but the pleasure is SO overwhelming with his hand on your nub and you don’t think you can last. On top of that, you’ve been working so hard to maintain a steady pace for him, that your thighs are about to give out. And he sees that- sees your movement becoming sloppy and messy, your thighs shaking and your grip tightening on his shoulder.

“Tired, baby?”

Why is he such a tease. And why is he being so mean to you when he knows you’re totally spent. You think you’re going to cry for the third time in the night.

“You know, all you have to do is admit it. And I’ll take over. You know you want me to. I can make you feel so good baby, hit all the right spots and you don’t have to lift a finger.” He whispers in your ear before slapping your ass again as he lifts his hips to meet yours in a sharp thrust, showing you how much better he can make you feel.

“I- I- tired. I’m tired channie! Thighs hurt. P- please!” you say between hiccups as he keeps thrusting into you from beneath.

That’s all he needs to hear, before he’s flipping you on your back without taking himself out of you, pressing a kiss to your lips as he begins to actually fuck you. His hands roam all over you as if he’s trying to memorise every curve and dip. He’s thrusting into you with such a force your tits bounce back and forth with every drive of his hips into you while he mumbles pretty words in your ears.

“Pussy so good baby, absolutely squeezing me. Can’t believe you were letting those stupid guys have this while I was right there. Could’ve made you feel this good all this time. Fuck! Always wanted to bend you over the desk whenever you wore those stupid skirts to class. You know, everyone could see you baby. See how much needy you were. You’re probably just too much a slut to care, no?”

His mouth reaches down to bite your nipple, where you’re already so sensitive that you can’t help but cry out. You look so dumb for his cock right now, your nails are absolutely obliterating his back as your legs wrap around him not letting him go, a chant of his name leaving your lips with each of his movement. All you can hear is the sound of his balls slapping against you and your screams. You’re pretty sure you’ll get complaints from your neighbour tomorrow but who cares; he’s just too good. His thrusts get deeper yet sloppier as you feel him reach between your sweaty bodies and rub your clit in an attempt to get you closer.

“Fuck! Gonna cum baby. Are you close?”

“Yes! Channie fuck, love- love your dick so much! So big, need- I’m almost there!”

And that’s all the motivation he needs before he picks up his pace again, angling himself to hit you exactly at the spot that makes you scream, and before you know it, you feel tears streaming down your face again because of the overstimulation.

“Chan! Gonna cum! Please, please- fuck right there, please wanna cum!”

“Where do you want me princess?”

“In! In me, wanna feel you in me, fill me up! Please, need it in me!” you babble.

And that is all it takes for you to let go. Your eyes roll to the back of your head with a loud whine as your nails dig into him deeper, your back arching- the pleasure taking over you as you see stars in front of your eyes, screaming his name over and over again. It’s like you’re floating- because your body feels numb and completely spent. He feels you clenching so much around his cock as you cum, it’s like you’re milking him, before he’s filling you up full of him too, reaching his high, and he cannot stop. Even after you’re done, you’re still rhythmically squeezing him as he doesn’t stop coming in you. You feel him warm in you, and you honestly never want him to pull out, but unfortunately, he does- leaving you empty as his essence begins to spill out of you.

He gets between your legs, watching a mixture of your cum dripping out of you, admiring his work before he’s collecting it in his fingers, tracing your swollen sensitive centre as he comes up to you, and inserting his fingers in your mouth, while he kisses your tears. You can taste him and yourself on your tongue as you close your eyes, swirling your tongue around his fingers. The sight is so hot to him, his dick twitches against you once again before he’s pulling his fingers out and gently kissing you, as he leaves your bed to bring you a towel.

He lies besides you after he cleans you up as you turn you face each other.

“Sorry if I was too rough, got carried away a bit.” He says as you lay your head on his arm and run your hand through his hair.

“You were so good, I think I need to be a little bitchy again for you to put me in my place.” You say as you kiss him, smiling against his lips.

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DINO EN WEVERSE

[xhmeusworld]

reblog in honor of the angry cheol videos going around :)

high & dry | choi seungcheol

genre: smut, angst, best friend! seungcheol

pairings: choi seungcheol x gender neutral reader

warnings: dom! cheol, fingering, dirty talk, begging. absolute filth honestly

note: this was originally wrote with a different idol in mind, but i just had to make it cheol.

honestly, no matter how hard you try, you can’t remember how he came into your life. he was always just there.

choi seungcheol was a part of your earliest memories.

you contributed this to the fact that your mother enrolled you in soccer when you were four, the coach being seungcheol’s dad. on that field is where you first laid eyes on the dark-haired boy. every practice, cheol always accompanied his father and you two become friends almost immediately.

it was no surprise to both of your parents.

“what if y/n and cheol get married when they’re older?”

“i’m literally already planning the wedding.”

you were three. cheol was five when that conversation occurred between both of your moms. you remembered hearing it when it was time to leave the soccer field, but you were obviously too young to know what they were talking about.

all you knew was that cheol was your best friend.

from there on out, the two of you were inseparable. where one went, the other followed. if one jumped, the other jumped.

entering kindergarten, you remembered feeling so excited just because you could see cheol more, only to be disappointed when you learned that he was ahead of you in second grade.

he was there for you when homework stressed you out to point where he ended up finishing it for you. he was there to get you ice cream in the early hours of the morning.

he was there for you when your prom date stood you up, leaving you a sobbing mess in front of your house.

he was even there for you through your first real breakup freshman year of high school. you knew cheol didn’t like him anyway.

“why is everyone looking at me?” you asked cheol as you moved through the hallway, preparing to go to next period. you awkwardly kept your head down toward your feet as hushed whispers reached your ears.

your best friend softly touched your back in reassurance, but he was clearly as confused as you were. “just ignore them, y/n. clearly they don’t ha-“

his voice abruptly stopped as well as his feet as you neared your locker, a large group of students surrounding it. you moved your head up to see what was going on at the same time cheol grabbed you and turned you into his chest. “don’t look!”

at this point, his advice came too late as you caught a glimpse of the red spray paint that was covering your locker. you felt like you were going to be sick when the word registered with you.

slut.

“do you think we will always be friends?”

your voice broke the silence of cheol’s room, which was only illuminated by his green LED lights. after the incident at school, you couldn’t bring yourself to be alone and you weren’t surprised when he offered to let you stay the night.

cheol flashed you his signature smile, the smile that had your heart doing flips in your chest. he rolled over onto his side to face you, using his arm to prop himself up to look at your face. you were resisting the urge to stroke the stray piece of hair that had fallen into his face.

moving onto your side, you let out a sigh. cheol’s knuckles were scabbed from tracking down your ex-boyfriend. as soon as he saw the word on your locker, he knew it was your ex’s doing and it wasn’t long before he tracked him down, only to make sure he never attempted something like that again. while you knew he did it to defend you, you felt guilty that he got hurt in the process.

“of course, we will always be friends, y/n! i got you. I always got you. why wouldn’t I?”

one thought rang in your head.

because i love you.

but you kept your mouth shut. you weren’t going to ruin the best thing in your life just because of some dumb feelings that caused you to break up with your ex in the first place.

nothing could disrupt the relationship you had with seungcheol.

or so you thought.

junior year rolled around and everything began to change.

cheol had just entered his freshman year of university to study music and producing. you were so proud and excited for him, but also afraid. afraid of what might change between the two of you. his university was over an hour away from you and the distance was going to have an impact.

you knew that he was going to be busy. cheol was going to go to college. make new friends, discover new opportunities, leave you behind.

he promised that he would never do that and always make time for you. “i’ll come home on the weekends to see you, y/n.” but six months into the year, the texts became less frequent. calls became nonexistent. you often went months without seeing each other and when you did, it was brief and awkward.

eventually, the contact stopped all together.

he still liked your social media posts and you still liked his, but that was it. neither one of you reached out. you didn’t congratulate him when one of his songs won an award at a university showcase. in return, cheol never even said anything when you revealed your senior year that you had been accepted to the same university to study pre-med. it was like your friendship never truly existed.

you pretended like you weren’t hurt. maybe it was meant to be like this. you never truly believed in signs, but maybe this was the universe trying to tell you something. maybe it was better off that you didn’t have to pin over choi seungcheol anymore.

and you were finally getting to where you felt okay. where you could breathe and walk around campus without the anxiety of running into him.

until you got persuaded to go to the first frat party of sophomore year.

your plan was just to go for a little bit and have fun. loosen up, make sure your friends were safe and not doing anything stupid.

you definitely didn’t expect to run into the one person you didn’t want to see.

and you definitely didn’t expect what happened next.

maybe it was the alcohol in both of your systems. or the fact that you both were older, away from your parents. maybe it was stress. you weren’t sure, but at this point, you didn’t care.

cheol’s lips were attached to your neck, goosebumps risen on your skin and his teeth nipping gently at the soft flesh. you let out a breathy moan, as his fingers slowly stretched you in and out.

his hands gripped your hips tightly, his body pressing you even closer against his chest. “does that feel good? do my fingers feel good inside of you?”

you couldn’t do anything but release a whine. of course his fingers felt fucking amazing. they filled you up so well, so much better than your own. but he was such a tease. although you hadn’t talked to him in years, you could remember the conversations you had as teenagers about the sexual experiences you had. you remembered he enjoyed teasing. he enjoyed begging, but you did everything you could push that to the back of your mind.

until now.

cheol chuckled as your wetness coated his fingers, sliding a third one to mix. “god, you’re dripping and it’s so all for me.”

you let out another whine. “go faster.”

“are you sure you’re ready for that, sweetheart?”

instead of responding, you let out a frustrated noise, your hands going down to grab his wrist, trying to make him speed up yourself. you attempted to buck your hips against his hand to gain more friction, but he was holding onto your waist so tight, it was nearly impossible.

“aw, you’re so cute when you’re needy,” he whispered, his teeth tugging on your ear lobe, earning a moan from you.

his three fingers curled up inside you and you let out a yelp. cheol couldn’t help but smile. “there’s the sweet spot.”

you could see stars as his pace increased and decreased, wanting to tease you and prolong your climax as much as possible. you knew this was giving him a power trip. you could feel the authority radiating off of him and you didn’t want to disobey, but you couldn’t take it any longer.

“cheol-“ you whined. “please.”

you felt his breath hit your neck as he smiled. “please what?”

“i wanna cum.”

“oh, does baby want to cum all over my fingers?”

you nodded quickly, not even caring about how eager you sounded. “oh yes, cheol, please wanna cum over your fingers so bad.”

before you had the chance to even comprehend what was happening, cheol curled his fingers once and again, pulling them in and out at a fast pace. his other hand moved down to land a slap on your clit, which he purposely been neglecting, and you let out a moan. you didn’t even care that you guys were in a frat house full of people. let them hear.

the dark-haired boy pulled and traced figure eights across the area you needed him most and you quickly felt the pressure building up in your abdomen and it wasn’t long before you came undone.

you were exhausted as cheol removed his fingers from you, but it was clear the night was far from over as he flipped you onto your back, his eyes dark as he surveyed your naked figure.

“you know, I thought about this a lot when we were in high school.” cheol said softly as he reached down to plant kisses along your stomach. “the way you would look under me. the way you would feel under me. so soft. god, i even imagined how innocent and small you would look. all at the mercy of me and only me.”

a moan left your lips at his words, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin. you couldn’t help but arch your back as you felt the hardness in his jeans brush against your bare core. “i thought about this too.”

at your confession, cheol nipped at your neck, earning a high-pitched moan from your lungs. you could already feel the wetness between your legs once again and you were sure he could too.

cheol pulled back from your body, reaching down to undo his belt and slip his jeans and underwear down his body. they were quickly discarded on the floor where your clothes and his shirt had landed forever ago.

your eyes widened as you took in his size. you knew he was big, but you didn’t think he was that big. the tip of his cock was leaking pre cum and it was so red and angry that you knew it had to be painful for him.

cheol give you a smile. “like what you see?”

you nodded, quickly, feeling lightheaded. “yeah, cheol, you’re so big.” your voice came out small and weak, like a mouse, and that gave him such an ego boost.

he pulled you closer, his lips returning to your neck. it wasn’t long before he pushed his cock into you, your back arching from the relief you felt the moment he did so. a deep groan fell from his lips, and his eyes squeezed shut as he began to thrust his hips into your own, the feeling of him allowing pleasure to bloom across your entire body.

"fuck," he moaned, "you feel so good."

instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to pick up his pace, sweat beginning to glisten across his forehead. he buried his face into your neck, leaving kisses along your jaw while containing the grunts that came from him.

it felt as if flames were licking up and down your body, your hands gripping the back of his shoulders and your own moans soft and delicate with each and every movement. you could feel an intensity building up into the pit of your belly,

"i-i'm close," you whimpered, throwing your head back.

"then let go for me, my baby. I got you. i always got you,” cheol cooed, allowing his thumb to swirl around your clit, which sent you completely over the edge for the second time that night.

there were those words again.

you didn’t have to be told twice as your walls clenched around him. the pressure in your abdomen finally being released.

you let out whines and mewls as cheol chased his own high, the aftershocks of your organism still running through your body.

cheol followed soon after, a deep groan leaving his lips as his thrusts began to slow before he pulled out, painting your stomach white.

suddenly the room that was filled with both of your moans was silent except for pants that we were leaving both of your bodies. the older boy quickly reached across his nightstand to grab tissues before softly cleaning you up.

“I remember you not liking sticky stuff,” he said, quietly. “you used to cry when we were kids if your hands were sticky from food or something. you didn’t like the feeling.”

the fact that he remembered that detail after all these years and the fact that he was talking like you guys never lost contact made your heart hurt. why is he pretending like nothing happened?

but you didn’t want to think about that right now. all you wanted to do was curl up next to your best friend and sleep. you would deal with everything in the morning.

cheol had the same idea as he pulled you against his chest, planting a kiss on the crown of your head. your slowly moved your feet to entangle them with his. “go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

and you drifted off to sleep with his fingers in your hair and his arms wrapped around you. your heart hoping that tomorrow, after years, you would finally have your best friend back.

once again, you were wrong.

when your eyes finally opened the next morning, choi seungcheol was gone and all you had left was your lonely heart

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drunk texts with seventeen

a/n: thank you so much to the lovely anon who requested this, i'm so sorry but your ask got deleted ;-; i'm a little bit silly so i'll try to make sure this doesn't happen again eeeeeeeek

obvious tw for alcohol consumption

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Dino and the reader forget the condom and start panicking but reader says it’s ok and that she’d rather feel Chan without one, which awakens something in Chan. Something primal.

Fuck,I forgot…|| Lee Chan x Reader

Notes: gawd damn sometimes I’m so impressed with my writing LMAO

Chan kisses you deeply, his hands roaming over your body as he presses you against the wall. The heat between you two is palpable, and he's getting more and more worked up with each passing moment.

"I need you," he whispers against your lips, his fingers digging into your hips. "I need to feel you." He starts to undress you, his movements quick and urgent. His eyes are dark with desire, and he can barely contain himself as he strips you naked.

"I want to feel every inch of you," he says, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. "I don't want anything between us." He positions himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing with need. But just as he's about to thrust in, he freezes, a look of panic crossing his face.

"Wait... I don't have a condom," he says, pulling back slightly. "I forgot to bring one."

"It's okay," you say, pulling him closer. "I want to feel you raw. I'm on the pill, I'm safe." Chan looks uncertain, his eyes flicking between your face and his cock. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice shaking slightly.

You nod, cupping his face in your hands. "I trust you, Chan. I want this." He takes a deep breath and slowly starts to push inside you again, his eyes locked on yours. "God, you feel so good," he moans, as he buries himself to the hilt.

He starts to thrust, the sensation of being bare inside you overwhelming him. He's never felt this close to you before, and it's driving him wild. Chan becomes completely consumed by the feeling of being inside you, his thrusts becoming faster and harder with each passing moment. He's never experienced this level of intimacy before, and it's pushing him to the edge.

"You're so tight," he groans, his fingers digging into your thighs as he holds you up. "I can feel everything. It's amazing." He buries his face in your neck, kissing and biting at your skin as he pounds into you relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with your moans and his deep growls.

"I'm not going to last long like this," he warns, his breathing ragged. "You feel too good."

"I'm close too," you manage to say between gasps. "Don't hold back, Chan. Let go." Chan nods, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. He thrusts deep inside you one last time, his body tensing up as he cums hard.

"Fuck, Y-N," he moans, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his hot seed. "I'm cumming... oh god..." He collapses against you, holding you tightly as he rides out his orgasm. His body is shaking and he's breathing heavily, but he looks completely satisfied.

"That was... incredible," he whispers, kissing your neck. "I never want to use a condom again." You giggle, the sound sending a shiver down Chan's spine. He pulls back to look at you, a satisfied smile on his face.

"You're amazing," he says, nuzzling your nose with his. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard before." He gently sets you down on your feet, still keeping you close to him. "But... I should probably pull out," he says, looking down at where he's still buried inside you. "Just in case."

He slowly pulls out, watching as his cum starts to leak out of you. "That's so hot," he mutters, his eyes fixed on the sight.

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svt icons; dino & vernon 'DARE OR DEATH'

[just-a-little-fangirl-love]

Mingyu trying to compete with Wonwoo for #1 Dinonara.

Again.

don't worry bro, even i cant believe it

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SEVENTEEN (세븐틴) One-Shot Series: Words in Ruin (Coming Soon~)

Genre: Angst with a healing touch, Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life

Scenario: Caught up in the overwhelming stress of their hectic schedule, they ends up shouting at you, the one person they care about most. Their harsh words are fueled by exhaustion, self-doubt, and the weight of their responsibilities. But after realizing how much they’ve hurt you, they regret it deeply, seeking comfort and reconciliation. The series explores vulnerability, the effects of pressure, and the strength of their bond with you.

Words in Ruin Series # | 01 : Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups) 🍒

Words in Ruin Series # | 02 : Yoon Jeonghan 😇

Words in Ruin Series # | 03 : Hong Jisoo (Joshua) 🦌

Words in Ruin Series # | 04 : Moon Junhui (Jun) 🐱

Words in Ruin Series # | 05 : Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) 🐯

Words in Ruin Series # | 06 : Jeon Wonwoo 🐈‍⬛

Words in Ruin Series # | 07 : Lee Jihoon (Woozi) 🍚

Words in Ruin Series # | 08 : Xū Minghao (The8) 🐸

Words in Ruin Series # | 09 : Kim Mingyu 🐶

Words in Ruin Series # | 10 : Lee Seokmin (DK) ⚔️

Words in Ruin Series # | 11 : Boo Seungkwan 🍊

Words in Ruin Series # | 12 : Chwe Hansol (Vernon) 🐢

Words in Ruin Series # | 13: Lee Chan (Dino) 🦦

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our bunso 🥹🖤

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Beneath the Same Sky

Seungcheol x reader

Release date: April 28,2025

Materialist

Taglist: @supi-wupi @reiofsuns2001

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Summary:

In a land torn by war, Y/N is the princess of one side, destined to lead her people to victory.

Seungcheol, a brave knight from the opposing kingdom, fights for his own cause with unwavering loyalty. The two are enemies, with their countries locked in a bitter conflict.

But when Seungcheol is gravely injured during a battle, fate intervenes. Y/N, while on a solitary walk in the forest, stumbles upon the wounded knight. Unable to leave him to die, she takes him into her care. As Seungcheol recovers, the two begin a tentative and secretive friendship, each torn by their loyalty to their respective kingdoms and the growing feelings they can't deny.

As their bond deepens, they struggle with the weight of their duty and the impossibility of their love. They are on opposite sides of a war, and every stolen moment spent together is a reminder of the consequences that could come if anyone discovers their secret.

As tensions rise and the war reaches its breaking point, Y/N and Seungcheol must decide what they're willing to sacrifice for each other. Can their love survive the turmoil of war, or will the forces around them tear them apart?

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The forest was thick with the scent of damp earth and early spring. I pulled my cloak tighter around my shoulders as I wove between towering trees, their bare branches clawing at the gray sky.

I wasn’t supposed to be out here alone.

A princess wandering beyond the castle walls, especially during wartime, was reckless at best — dangerous at worst. But the court felt like a cage lately, and no one noticed when I slipped away. They were too busy whispering about battle plans and border losses.

The world outside was quieter.

At least, it usually was.

Today, the air carried a strange tension.

Like something was watching.

My boots squelched in the mud as I crossed a shallow stream, the water biting cold against my skin. I shouldn’t linger. If my guards found out I’d gone missing again, I’d never hear the end of it.

I was just about to turn back when a sound cut through the woods — a low, broken groan.

I froze.

Another sound, like someone dragging themselves across the ground.

Cautious, I moved toward the noise, weaving between thick roots and patches of bramble. My hand found the dagger hidden beneath my cloak — a gift from my brother before he left for the frontlines. I didn’t think I’d need it. Not this close to home.

But what I found wasn’t a threat.

Collapsed against the base of a tree, half-covered in dead leaves and dirt, was a man.

He looked young, but battle-worn. His armor — though battered and bloodstained — was unmistakably foreign.

An enemy knight.

For a moment, I just stared.

Logic screamed at me to run, to call the guards, to leave him here to die like he surely would by nightfall.

But something else rooted me to the spot.

His face was twisted in pain, blood staining the side of his head. His breathing was shallow, uneven. He clutched a hand to his ribs where blood soaked through the leather straps of his armor.

I should have turned away.

I should have left him.

But I stepped closer.

Up close, he didn’t look like a monster or a villain from the tales my tutors told me.

He just looked human.

Without thinking, I knelt beside him. His skin was clammy under my fingers as I checked for a pulse. Still alive — barely.

His eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy.

Deep brown, almost black, like the soil after rain.

His mouth opened, but no words came out. Only a shallow gasp.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” I whispered, as if the trees might overhear.

He tried to move, but a pained groan escaped his lips. I gently pressed my hand to his shoulder to still him.

“Stay still. You’re hurt badly.”

His brows furrowed. He looked at me, truly looked, as if he couldn’t decide if I was real or not.

Or maybe he recognized the colors of my cloak — the symbol of my kingdom embroidered along the hem.

The enemy.

Still, he didn’t fight me.

Maybe he couldn’t.

My heart thudded painfully against my ribs. This was madness.

If anyone found me here with him, there would be no forgiveness. Harboring the enemy was treason.

But he was dying.

I couldn’t — wouldn’t — leave him.

Gritting my teeth, I slipped my arms beneath his and struggled to pull him upright. He was heavier than I expected, every shift of his body drawing a soft, broken sound from him.

Somehow, I managed to drape one of his arms over my shoulder.

Somehow, I half-dragged, half-carried him back the way I came, deeper into the forest where an abandoned stone cottage lay hidden among the trees — a place I’d discovered on one of my secret walks.

I wasn’t thinking about the war.

I wasn’t thinking about my people, or my duty, or the fact that this man could very well have killed someone I loved on the battlefield.

All I knew was that I couldn’t leave him to die.

Not here.

Not like this.

The door to the abandoned cottage creaked loudly as I forced it open with my shoulder, guiding the injured knight inside. Dust and cobwebs clung to the corners, but the space was dry and hidden — it would have to do.

I lowered him gently onto the broken remains of a cot, my arms shaking with the effort. He grimaced but didn’t make a sound.

I knelt beside him, pulling a small cloth from my satchel. I always carried supplies when I snuck away — habits formed out of necessity. I pressed the cloth against the wound at his side, trying to stanch the bleeding. His hand twitched toward his sword instinctively, but he was too weak to reach it.

“I told you,” I said softly, “I’m not here to hurt you.”

He studied me through hooded, pain-glazed eyes. There was suspicion there, of course. There had to be.

But also… something else. Confusion. Wariness. Gratitude?

“Water,” he rasped, voice barely a whisper.

I moved quickly, filling a cracked mug from the small barrel of rainwater I kept hidden near the cottage. He drank greedily, coughing as some of it spilled down his chin.

Closer now, I could see the details of him more clearly. Dark, tousled hair matted with blood. Strong jawline set in determination even now. His armor was marked with the insignia of Ereveth — the rival kingdom my people had fought for generations.

An Erevethian knight.

The enemy.

Yet here he was, wounded and helpless, and I — Y/N of Astren, the king’s own daughter — was saving him.

“What’s your name?” I asked, wiping the water from his lips carefully.

For a moment, I didn’t think he’d answer. But then, with great effort, he rasped,

“Seungcheol.”

The name lodged in my chest unexpectedly.

“Seungcheol,” I repeated quietly. “I’m Y/N.”

A ghost of something — maybe a smirk — touched his cracked lips.

“I know.”

My heart stumbled. Of course he knew. The princess of Astren wasn’t exactly a secret.

I worked in silence for a while, cleaning his wounds as best I could. Every now and then, he flinched or hissed through his teeth, but he never complained. There was a quiet strength in him, even now, hovering between life and death.

As the daylight faded into a misty twilight, I wrapped him in the cloak I had brought and sat beside the cot, my knees drawn up to my chest.

This was dangerous. Beyond dangerous.

But strangely, I wasn’t afraid.

Not of him.

He dozed fitfully through the night, murmuring in his sleep — words I couldn’t catch, sometimes in a language I didn’t fully understand. I stayed awake, listening, watching.

At one point, when he shivered violently from fever, I pressed my hand to his forehead. Too hot. I soaked a cloth in cool water and laid it across his brow.

His fingers brushed mine in a half-conscious gesture.

Not a grab.

Not a strike.

Just a brush.

As if seeking something solid to hold onto.

Without thinking, I laced my fingers through his, grounding him. His breathing slowed, tension easing from his battered body.

I sat there for a long time, hand in hand with a man who should have been my enemy.

And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel quite so alone.

The next few days blurred into a careful, secret routine.

I visited the cottage whenever I could steal away from the castle — under the guise of long rides or walks — always careful to make sure no one followed.

Seungcheol healed slowly.

The fever broke after two terrifying nights, and he started eating small portions of the food I brought: stolen bread, dried meats, apples from the royal orchards.

He barely spoke at first. Only quiet nods or glances, conserving what little strength he had.

I didn’t mind.

There was something comforting in the silence between us.

A fragile, wordless truce.

One evening, as the sun dipped low behind the trees, I found him awake, sitting up against the wall with his injured arm cradled against his chest.

“You should be lying down,” I said, setting down the basket of food I carried.

He gave a rough laugh — dry and broken but undeniably amused.

“You keep saving me, Princess. I’ll start thinking you like me.”

I froze — just for a heartbeat — before recovering with a shake of my head.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I muttered, but my face burned with warmth I couldn’t hide.

His smirk softened into something gentler, something almost shy. He looked older when he smiled — wearier — but no less handsome.

“I owe you my life,” he said quietly.

“You owe me nothing,” I replied, meaning it.

But still, his eyes lingered on me like he didn’t quite believe that.

Like he was memorizing the shape of me in case I disappeared.

It scared me — how natural it was becoming, this comfort between us.

How easy it was to forget, here in this hidden place, that we were enemies by blood.

Later, after he drifted into another restless sleep, I stayed beside him, tracing the fading light on the crumbling walls.

My father would have me hanged for treason if he knew.

My people would curse my name.

Yet some stubborn part of me refused to regret it.

Seungcheol wasn’t a monster.

He was just a man.

A man who, even wounded and broken, carried a quiet kind of honor in the way he moved, the way he spoke.

And a man who — without knowing it — was beginning to break down the walls I had spent my whole life building.

The first time he managed to stand on his own, we celebrated with laughter that startled even us.

He wobbled unsteadily, bracing himself against the doorframe, and I rushed forward on instinct.

“Careful,” I said, slipping under his arm to steady him.

His hand gripped my shoulder tightly — strong despite the lingering weakness.

When he looked down at me, our faces were far too close.

For a moment, the world narrowed to just him:

The faint scent of leather and pine.

The sharp edge of his jaw.

The way his dark eyes softened when they met mine.

I stepped back hastily, heart hammering.

Seungcheol’s mouth twitched into a half-smile, but he said nothing.

Neither did I.

The silence between us wasn’t awkward anymore.

It thrummed with something unspeakable.

Something dangerous.

Something inevitable.

Days passed.

Spring bled into early summer, and Seungcheol grew stronger.

I taught him the safest paths through the woods.

He taught me how to better defend myself, showing me grips and footwork with surprising patience.

I learned he had two younger brothers back in Ereveth.

He learned I hated embroidery and court dances but loved sword-fighting in secret when no one was watching.

We didn’t talk about the war.

We didn’t talk about what would happen when he was strong enough to leave.

It hung between us like a storm cloud, waiting.

Because once he left, we would go back to our sides.

Enemies again.

Unless something changed.

Unless… we couldn’t.

One evening, after sparring clumsily with sticks outside the cottage, I stumbled and nearly fell.

Seungcheol caught me, his arms steady around my waist.

We stood there — breaths tangled, hands fisted in each other’s sleeves.

His thumb brushed the inside of my wrist, a featherlight touch that set my skin alight.

I looked up at him, my lips parting slightly.

His gaze dropped to my mouth — just for a second — before jerking away, tense and restrained.

He stepped back, letting me go.

“I should rest,” he muttered roughly, voice hoarse.

I nodded, pretending my heart wasn’t breaking a little.

Because in that one moment, in the space between us, something had almost happened.

Something I wasn’t sure either of us could take back.

The next morning, I arrived at the cottage to find Seungcheol gone.

Panic tore through me as I stumbled inside, calling his name under my breath.

But then I saw him: crouched just beyond the treeline, sword in hand, eyes scanning the forest like a hunted animal.

I rushed to him.

He whirled around at the sound of my footsteps, raising the sword instinctively — only to drop it the moment he saw me.

“Someone was here,” he said grimly. “Tracks. Recent.”

I swallowed hard, heart racing.

If someone found him — found us — it would be the end.

Not just for him, but for me too.

“We have to move you,” I said urgently. “Farther into the woods. Somewhere safer.”

He didn’t argue.

That alone told me how serious it was.

We spent the day trekking through the dense forest, staying low, speaking little.

Every crack of a branch made my pulse spike.

By nightfall, we found another shelter — the ruins of an old watchtower long since forgotten by both kingdoms.

Exhausted, we collapsed against the stone wall, breathless and tense.

The fire we built was small and smokeless. We huddled close for warmth, shoulders brushing.

“You should go back,” Seungcheol said finally, voice rough. “It’s too dangerous for you to be here.”

I turned to him sharply.

“I’m not leaving you.”

His jaw clenched. “Y/N—”

“No.”

I met his gaze fiercely.

“I chose this. I chose you.”

The words slipped out before I could stop them.

His eyes widened slightly.

For a heartbeat, neither of us breathed.

And then he moved.

Slowly — painfully — like a man wading through deep water.

He reached for me, fingers trembling slightly as he cupped my cheek.

I leaned into his touch without thinking, my eyes fluttering closed.

When his forehead pressed against mine, I exhaled shakily.

“This is wrong,” he whispered, voice broken.

“I know,” I whispered back.

But neither of us pulled away.

His breath was warm against my lips. His hand trembled against my jawline.

We hovered there, on the precipice — hearts racing, fear and longing tangling like vines.

And then, slowly, he kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t careful.

It was desperate and raw and aching — a kiss born from weeks of stolen glances and almost-touches and silent wanting.

I fisted my hands in his tunic, pulling him closer.

He groaned low in his throat, deepening the kiss like he couldn’t get close enough.

When we finally broke apart, gasping, I rested my forehead against his, tears stinging my eyes.

“We can’t,” I choked out. “We can’t do this.”

“I know,” he said hoarsely, voice thick with pain.

“But I would rather die your enemy than live never knowing what this could have been.”

A sob escaped me, raw and helpless.

He caught it with another kiss — softer this time, aching with everything we couldn’t say.

Outside, the forest whispered and the war raged on.

But here, in this broken tower, there was only him.

Only me.

Only the impossible, inevitable thing blooming between us.

We stayed like that for what felt like hours.

Wrapped in silence and each other, unwilling to let the world back in.

But reality is a cruel thing.

It always finds a way.

By morning, Seungcheol was the one who pulled away first.

“We can’t stay hidden forever,” he said quietly, rubbing a hand over his face. His wound had healed enough for him to move, but not enough for him to fight the way he used to.

“We’ll find a way,” I said stubbornly, reaching for him. “We’ll figure it out.”

He caught my hand gently in his.

“Y/N,” he said, using my name like a prayer. “If they find you with me, they’ll say you betrayed your kingdom.”

“I don’t care.”

“You should.”

I shook my head fiercely, blinking back tears.

He smiled — a soft, broken thing — and kissed my forehead before letting me go.

“We’ll need allies,” he said, voice steadying. “Friends we can trust.”

That was when the others began to appear.

Joshua was the first.

I found him in the woods one evening — tall, alert, wearing the colors of Ereveth but with none of the cruelty I’d been taught to expect.

He spotted me immediately but made no move to draw his sword.

“You’re the princess,” he said simply.

“And you’re an enemy knight,” I countered.

We stared at each other across the clearing, sizing each other up.

Finally, Joshua lowered his weapon.

“If you’re helping him,” he said, nodding toward where Seungcheol waited beyond the trees, “then so am I.”

Confused, I followed him back — and Seungcheol’s face lit up in genuine relief when he saw Joshua.

“Hyung,” Joshua greeted warmly, clasping Seungcheol’s forearm in the way soldiers do. “I should have known you’d get into trouble.”

Seungcheol chuckled weakly.

“Couldn’t have done it without her.”

He looked at me as he said it, and something warm twisted in my chest.

Over the next few days, more of them trickled in:

• Jeonghan, clever and quick-tongued, who somehow always knew where the patrols were.

• Wonwoo, silent and sharp-eyed, who could track through the woods without leaving a trace.

• Mingyu, giant and golden-hearted, who carried supplies on his broad back like it was nothing.

• Minghao, fierce and careful, who taught me how to move without being seen.

• Vernon and Dino, younger but loyal, willing to risk everything just because Seungcheol asked.

One by one, the bonds deepened.

They didn’t treat me like a princess.

They treated me like a comrade.

An equal.

It was both terrifying and exhilarating.

We became a shadow-band — slipping through the woods, avoiding soldiers from both kingdoms.

Seungcheol never said it aloud, but I could see the plan forming in his mind:

Find enough allies.

Make a stand.

End the war not with more blood, but with a new choice.

A new future.

But nothing ever stays hidden forever.

One rainy afternoon, as we gathered around a sputtering fire, Wonwoo returned from scouting with grim news.

“Your father’s army,” he told me quietly. “They’re combing the forests. They know you’re missing. And they know… they suspect you’re with someone.”

My stomach twisted.

“If they find us—” Minghao started.

“They won’t,” Seungcheol cut him off, sharp and commanding.

But when his eyes met mine, I saw the fear there.

For me.

For us.

We couldn’t run forever.

Sooner or later, we would have to choose:

Fight.

Or fall.

That night, Seungcheol found me sitting alone, staring up at the cold, clouded sky.

He sat beside me without speaking for a long time.

Finally, he said, “You deserve better than this.”

I shook my head.

“I want this,” I whispered. “I want you.”

He closed his eyes like the words hurt him.

“You’ll lose everything,” he said.

“Your family. Your crown.”

“I already lost my heart,” I said brokenly, voice shaking.

“You took it the moment you looked at me.”

His breath hitched — the first crack in the armor he wore so tightly.

And then he kissed me again — fierce and trembling, as if trying to memorize me.

It wasn’t perfect.

It was messy and desperate and terrified.

But it was real.

And in a world built on lies and bloodshed, that was more precious than anything.

We didn’t sleep that night.

Not really.

We stayed wrapped around each other beneath a worn blanket, listening to the rain batter the ruined stones above us.

His hand found mine in the dark, fingers twining tightly.

When the first light broke through the trees, Jeonghan was the one who brought the news:

“They found the outer camp. It’s only a matter of time before they track us here.”

Panic flared across the group. Mingyu cursed under his breath. Dino tightened his grip on his sword. Even calm, quiet Wonwoo’s expression grew grim.

Seungcheol stood, every inch the commander he had once been.

“We move east,” he said. “Toward the river. We’ll lose them in the mist.”

“And after that?” Joshua asked softly.

Seungcheol’s eyes flickered to me.

“After that, we make our stand.”

We moved quickly, leaving behind the broken tower, slipping like shadows through the soaked undergrowth.

At the river’s edge, we made camp under a dense canopy of trees, water rushing cold and fast beside us.

As the others set traps and hid supplies, Seungcheol pulled me aside.

“I need you to do something,” he said, voice low.

I stiffened.

Whatever it was, it was going to be bad. I could see it in his eyes.

“You need to run.”

“No,” I said immediately. “No, Seungcheol—”

He caught my face in his hands, pressing his forehead against mine.

“If they catch you, Y/N, this war will only get bloodier. They’ll parade you through the streets, call you a traitor. They’ll use you as an excuse to kill more people.”

Tears burned behind my eyelids.

“I don’t care,” I whispered fiercely.

“I do,” he rasped. “I love you.”

The words shattered something inside me.

I choked on a sob, clinging to him.

“I love you too,” I gasped.

He kissed me hard — a kiss full of desperation, of everything we didn’t have time to say.

And then he pulled away.

“Minghao and Wonwoo will take you across the river,” he said, already stepping back like it hurt him. “They’ll get you to safety.”

“And you?” I cried.

“I’ll hold them off. Buy you time.”

“No—”

“It’s the only way.”

Around us, the river roared and the mist thickened.

The first shouts of soldiers echoed through the trees.

There was no time left.

Wonwoo and Minghao appeared at my sides, grim and ready.

Seungcheol pressed one last kiss to my forehead.

“Find me,” he whispered. “When this is over, find me.”

And then he was gone — running back toward the danger, sword flashing.

I screamed his name once, but Minghao clamped a hand over my mouth, dragging me into the river.

The current was freezing and brutal.

I fought it blindly, sobbing, as the sounds of battle rose behind me.

Somewhere out there, he was fighting for me.

Dying for me.

We stumbled ashore miles later, soaked and shivering.

Wonwoo built a small fire. Minghao wrapped me in a cloak.

But nothing could warm the hollow ache inside my chest.

Seungcheol was gone.

And all I could do was pray he was still alive.

Months passed.

Seasons shifted.

The war burned itself out, just as Seungcheol had hoped it would.

Without me to parade as a traitor, without a symbol to rally hate around, the fighting lost momentum.

Battles became skirmishes.

Skirmishes faded into uneasy silence.

The kingdom of Valeria — my home — and the kingdom of Ereveth — Seungcheol’s — finally agreed to a fragile, bitter peace.

But peace came too late for many.

Castles lay in ruins. Fields were scorched black. Families were broken beyond repair.

And Seungcheol…

Seungcheol was gone.

No one had seen him since that last stand by the river.

Some said he died fighting.

Others whispered he was captured and executed.

I refused to believe either.

I would not believe either.

He had told me to find him.

And I would.

I slipped away from the remains of court life — a court I no longer recognized, filled with hollow smiles and sharpened knives.

Dressed in plain traveler’s clothes, I set out alone across the ruined lands.

Joshua, Wonwoo, Minghao, Mingyu, Jeonghan — they had all disappeared into the ashes after the war ended.

Some went home. Some vanished into the forests, ghosts of a war they hated.

I didn’t know if I’d find any of them again.

I only knew I had to find him.

For weeks, I searched.

Through half-burned villages, through abandoned fortresses, asking quiet questions to those few brave enough to answer.

“Have you seen him?”

“Knight from Ereveth?”

“Tall, broad-shouldered, kind eyes—”

Most shook their heads sadly.

Some gave vague directions.

A few muttered that I’d be safer giving up.

But I couldn’t.

Because in my dreams, I still felt his kiss on my forehead.

Still heard his voice: Find me.

Finally, one night, in a tiny, forgotten village by the sea, I found a trail.

A woman with weathered hands pointed me toward the cliffs.

“There’s a man who comes down sometimes from the hills,” she said, squinting. “Walks like he carries the world on his back.”

My heart pounded so hard I thought it might tear free from my ribs.

I climbed the cliffs at dawn, the sea roaring far below.

The wind whipped my hair around my face, biting cold.

And then — through the mist — I saw him.

A figure sitting at the edge of the world.

Alone.

Still.

Alive.

“Seungcheol,” I whispered.

He didn’t move at first.

Then — slowly, disbelievingly — he turned.

His face was thinner. His hair longer, tied loosely at his nape.

Scars laced his skin — reminders of all he’d survived.

But his eyes…

His eyes were the same.

The moment he saw me, something shattered.

He stood so fast he stumbled.

I ran to him, feet flying over the rocky ground.

When I crashed into his chest, he caught me with a broken sound, arms crushing me close.

For a long, long time, we just held each other.

Breathing.

Shaking.

Alive.

Finally, he pulled back just enough to look at me — really look at me.

“You found me,” he whispered, voice raw.

Tears blurred my vision.

“I promised I would.”

He laughed — a soft, disbelieving sound — and then kissed me.

This kiss was different.

Not desperate.

Not afraid.

It was everything we had fought for.

Everything we had lost.

Everything we still had left.

Hope.

Home.

Each other.

The world was quieter now.

No more battles.

No more armies on the march.

Just the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs, the wind whispering through the trees, and the soft murmur of Seungcheol’s voice in my ear.

We stayed there, at the edge of the world, for hours.

Maybe longer.

When the world finally started to feel real again, when the chaos had softened into something warmer, we sat side by side, watching the sea stretch out endlessly in front of us.

“I thought you were gone,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Seungcheol took my hand, squeezing it gently.

“Almost was,” he murmured. “But something… kept me alive. I think it was you. I think it was the thought of you finding me.”

His words made my heart ache.

“I couldn’t leave you,” I replied. “Even when they said you were gone, I never believed it. You told me to find you, and I kept my promise.”

He smiled — small, tired, but real. “You always keep your promises.”

There was a pause between us.

The kind of silence that didn’t need to be filled.

Finally, I turned to him, finding him already looking at me with that same unwavering gaze.

My chest tightened.

“What now?” I asked quietly.

Seungcheol’s thumb brushed over the back of my hand. His voice was steady, as if he’d known the answer for a long time.

“Now, we build something new. A life without war, without fear.”

I nodded slowly, the weight of his words settling in. “Together?”

“Always,” he promised.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin.

And for the first time in so long, everything felt right.

The journey ahead wasn’t going to be easy.

Nothing worth having ever was.

But now we had each other.

We stayed in the village by the cliffs for a while, letting the quiet heal us.

Seungcheol and I worked together to help rebuild what had been broken — not just the walls of the village, but the people too. There were no grand gestures, no applause. Just the soft, steady work of putting things back together.

Minghao found us a month later — a letter from Joshua, Jeonghan, and the others confirming they were alive and scattered across the land, finding their own way to peace. They’d all fought too hard to just disappear.

In time, we would be together again.

But for now, it was just the two of us.

As the months passed, Seungcheol and I built our own kingdom — one not ruled by swords and blood, but by choice. We learned how to love each other again, not in the midst of war, but in the quiet moments.

In the peaceful mornings where we’d share breakfast, laughing over small things.

In the evenings by the fire, where we’d talk about everything — and nothing.

And one day, I found myself walking beside him, hand in hand, through the gardens we’d begun to cultivate. The sun was setting, and the sky was painted in shades of gold and pink.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice steady, but his eyes full of something more.

I turned to look at him, my heart thumping in my chest. “What?”

He dropped to one knee, his face serious — but there was that familiar, loving smile tugging at his lips.

“Will you rule beside me?” he asked softly, holding out a simple, silver ring. “Will you stay with me, build a life with me, forever?”

Tears welled in my eyes as I looked down at the man who had been both my enemy and my salvation.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. “Yes, Seungcheol. Always.”

He slid the ring onto my finger and stood, his arms wrapping around me as I kissed him, sealing the promise we had both made — to survive, to love, to live.

Together.

[dokyumms]

(not so) sneaky

what happens when a drunk chan wants to cuddle while the group's in italy, except no one knows you're dating...

pairing: dino x 14thmember!reader

genre: fluff, lightly suggestive? (just very detailed making out i guess)

word count: 1.1k

cw: kisses/making out, chan had too much wine, secret relationship, set during nana tour

a/n: i'm finally back! this wasn't what i was originally going to put out, but i've been stuck trying to finish a different fic so here yall go 👀 i will be back on my normal posting schedule now!!! could NOT find a third pic so i guess it's just 2 for now

dividers by @purefantasia

someone lands onto your bed with an "oomph"

assuming it's wonwoo, for the third time, maybe coming to give you another souvenir, you wink an eye open. "you need something, won?" but instead your greeted with a sloppy, suspiciously wine tasting peck on the lips. oh lord.

you widen your eyes at the attack, staring at the culprit who pulls away with a dramatic "mwah!"

"chan? what are you doing? what if there's someone in here?" you ramble, sitting up properly to scan the room, accidentally knocking into chan's head in the process.

"ow! y/n～!," he sulks, "aren't you happy to see your boyfriend? what's with the aggression～"

thankfully, the room is empty, or at least you think so. it's basically pitch black save for the moonlight that peeks in through a sheer curtain. you turn your head back at chan, sighing when you can practically smell the wine coming off of him.

"you're so drunk, aren't you?" you ask, and all he does is nod in response, pushing you down onto your back and laying down next to you. normally, you'd nag him. you'd tell him that you've warned him about the damage he'd probably do to his career if he wouldn't stop downing glasses of wine like it's water, but it's not a normal day, so you hold back this time.

since the group's tour had started, you and chan had not gotten any time to yourselves whatsoever. and as much as you were thankful for the free trip to italy, it'd only prolonged the time till you could even kiss chan, let alone cuddle.

even if sharing the same bed was normal for the members, one of them nuzzling into your neck? yeah, probably not something you could pass off as platonic. and chan? he liked to do a whole lot of that.

speaking of the members, there's a faint sound of laughter and singing that is barely muffled by the closed door- a reminder of just how risky this whole situation is, but you try to ignore it for the sake of being able to enjoy this one moment.

chan shuffles around before rolling over so that half of his body is on yours. he snuggles into your chest, as expected, and closes his eyes.

"that wine was really good, though," he mumbles quietly, as if all the energy he had a minute ago just vanished into the warmth of your bed. you chuckle at his deliberation, pondering a bit yourself. "too bad i never got to try any, think i passed out right after the game." you respond, recalling most of the evening where you were given an hour to do a mission.

you failed (the mission being that you had to carry an egg on a spoon around the entire house without dropping it, but mingyu accidentally bumped into you...), but you were glad to see that chan had passed it (plus, it gave him a chance to give you a hug with no suspicion).

he hums. "well, do you wanna try some?" he asks, lifting his head to look at you. you blink a couple times, confused. "are you really going to go out there and try to lug back a bottle without them noticing you? because i’m not getting dragged into more karaoke.”

shaking his head slightly, he laughs, his voice vibrating against you. “no, i was thinking of something more like this,”

he pulls himself up so that he’s hovering over you. his eyes flicker over every feature of your face. you watch him, almost shuddering at his gaze. suddenly, you’re thankful for the lack of light, because you don’t want to imagine how red your face is; it’s been awhile since you and chan have been doing, well, whatever he’s doing.

before you can really ask about that, he captures your lips in a hungry kiss. you let your eyes flutter shut at the contact. the whole move is pretty cheesy, but the acidic taste of wine on his lips distracts you well enough to ignore the thought.

it’s an addicting flavor, and you swipe your tongue against his lips, greedily taking as much as he’ll give you.

it’s always moments like this where chan lets loose. normally, he’s shy about his love, even when you two are alone, so it’s always a surprise whenever he’s got alcohol in his system. it almost makes you forget that he’s the one who suggested keeping you two a secret.

he parts his lips, letting your tongue roam, sighing when he feels your hand cup the back of his neck and pull it closer to you.

you two don’t really keep track of how long this goes on for, both of you being dazed in some way. but finally, you pull back.

there’s a couple seconds of breathless panting before he grins at you. “taste good?”

you smile back, “eh, would probably be better from a glass”, laughing when he gives you a look of defeat and collapses next to you, quick to pull you back into his embrace.

by now, it’s probably some wild hour in the night, and you know that chan should head out before someone barges in to go to sleep, but he doesn’t seem to want to let go.

“chan,” you warn, looking up at him to find that he’s practically passed out already, eyes closed as he breathes shallowly. “chan, you should go.” you say, even though you don’t really want him to.

“i’ll be out before someone gets here, they’re all bound to just sleep on the ground at this rate,” he yawns, tightening his grip on you.

if you knew any better, you’d push him off the bed, but for right now, you choose to believe him and you fall asleep to the sound of his heart beat.

-

“don’t jeonghan and dokyeom do this all time? it’s not anything abnormal…”

“okay well not like that!”

“just let them be, it’s probably nothing.”

“nah, what the hell.”

“the water isn’t working again!”

you faintly hear a mush of voices overlapping each other, but it’s none of your concern right now. chan has most definitely not left yet, still snuggled up against you.

the smart choice right now is to get up and check what’s on the agenda for today, but you don’t make that choice and decide to rest for a bit more. the warmth of chan’s body is a little too comfortable right now.

he stirs and shuffles a bit before you feel his hair tickle your neck as he seemingly looks up and plants a soft kiss to your jaw.

bad idea.

“HUH?”

“THEY’RE DATING GUYS THEY’RE DATING”

“damn chan i didn’t know you had it in you!”

“eugh”

your eyes fly open as you practically pop up into a sitting position. chan does the same.

you’re both equally as horrified to see that a good amount of the members are standing near the foot of your bed. they’re either shouting or standing with a hand covering their mouths.

chan groans besides you, falling back onto the bed as basically slam your face into a pillow.

looks like you two are never being left alone again.

[crimsonzia]

Source: Happy Burstday - DARE OR DEATH

© Crimsonzia (credit if use and DO NOT REMOVE WATERMARK.)

[creamycocoa]

Dokyeom ❤️...

[mingyuzito]

hello wazzup guys? here someone's new header + icon pack for seventeen comeback ! I hope u liked ᕙ(`▽´)ᕗ

HAPPY BURSTDAY

• 26.05.2025 • 6PM kst seventeen comeback ! —5th album.

An interesting curiosity I found about why the new album is green (opposite of the red color you see in the teaser) is because the green fire/flame is are more difficult to control this + related to beings from the underworld. Everything to do with it!! Very cool, right?