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// malevolent part 43 spoilers
WHAT IF ARTHUR SAW AN OLDER VERSION OF FAROE IN THE DARK WORLD, AN ALTERNATE TIME LINE WHERE SHE DIDN’T DROWN?!!
I know it's been 2 weeks since I got to it now but I honestly think [S] Descend changed my life
I was cleaning up old dog turds and then the wind blew 😥
౨ৎ shy, shy, shy ׂ .
⪩ִ⪨⠀pairing na jaemin x fem!reader ׂ .
⪩ִ⪨⠀warnings 18+ unprotected sex, boob play, pet names, cream pie, the lightest humiliation, praise ︵
⪩ִ⪨⠀notes i haven’t written smut in months, so this might be a little rusty but i’m trying to get my groove back so send request ︵
jaemin made you nervous. he was your boyfriend of four years, yet there was something about him that left you breathless and shaky, your words tumbling out in a stutter whenever he looked at you with those dark, hungry eyes. sure, his jawline and those lips could make anyone weak in the knees, but it was the way he devoured you with his gaze that left you feeling completely exposed.
every time he smiled at you, that devilish grin, you could feel heat pooling in your belly. it was maddeningly exhilarating, especially when he leaned in close, nodding slowly as you ramble on about trivial nonsense, brushing your hair behind your ear as if you were the only thing that mattered in the universe.
just the way he looked at you made your heart race and your body burn, and it frightened you—made you feel small yet desired. you spent lazy mornings wrapped tightly in his arms, basking in the warmth of his love and wondering what you did in a past life to deserve it.
but that was all behind you now. jaemin's relentless love had helped you embrace your body, your desires. the confidence you felt surged through your veins, and you often laughed at your past self—so shy, so unsure of herself.
as you lay together in the hotel room, the air thick with tension, your breaths mingling with each soft whimper that slipped from your lips as he plunged deep inside you. every sound echoed in the silence, punctuated by the slapping of skin. he was beneath you, watching intently as you adjust to his size.
his fingers traced the curve of your thigh, squeezing the flesh lightly, making you gasp and forcing your eyes open. the moment you did, that look returned—raw, primal, electrifying. you closed your eyes tightly again, pressing your palms against his bare chest as you began to move, lifting your hips ever so slightly.
“look at me,” he commanded, a hint of amusement in his voice as you desperately shook your head. you could feel the heat flushing your cheeks; the confidence you had seemed to evaporate under his smirking gaze. when he suddenly lifted you off him, you pouted, feeling a deep emptiness in your core.
your bodies were still entwined, but now, his chest was against yours, and you were forced to meet his unyielding gaze.
“now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he smirked, his tone almost teasing, and it made your heart race again.
you rolled your eyes, but he wasn’t wrong. you had to give in, if only to satisfy his insatiable need for your attention.
“you make me so fucking nervous,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper as your hands found their way to his sculpted shoulders. your lips felt bruised from his kisses, and you bit down on them as you watched the surprise flicker across his face.
“good,” he said, his words laced with something darker as he pulled you closer, his hands slipping under your shirt, skin against skin. “i like it when you’re nervous.”
with a sudden movement, he grabbed the hem of your oversized shirt and yanked it over your head, tossing it aside. his hungry eyes roamed over your now completely bare body, drinking in every curve before settling on your breasts, buds hardened and eager for his touch.
“i get nervous around you too,” he confessed, his voice dropping to a low murmur that sent shivers racing down your spine.
you deadpanned at him, lightly slapping his chest, but before you could respond, he captured your wrist and planted a mind-melting kiss on your palm. “look at you. how could i not?”
at that moment, the words fled from your mind, leaving you completely speechless. he had a way of rendering you utterly dumbfounded, and you hated how much you loved it.
“cat got your tongue?” he teased, a knowing grin on his face as he tilted your chin, drawing your lips to his.
your eyes fluttered shut, and the kiss deepened—soft, electric, and tugging at every nerve in your body. the heat radiating between you was overwhelming. you wanted more. as if he could read your mind, one of your hands found its way between you, fingers wrapping around his cock, slick and still hard from moments before.
you pulled away just enough to meet his gaze, your breath heavy with lust. “ride me, baby,” he urged, his voice dripping with need.
with a whimper, you lifted your hips, teasing his tip through your soaked folds, relishing the friction before guiding him to your entrance. your lips met his once more, sealing the promise of the pleasure to come as you sank down slowly, feeling every inch of him stretch you deliciously.
“fuck—yes,” he groaned, his hands gripping your thighs as you moaned in response, melting into him as he filled you completely.
the sensation was exhilarating. your walls clamped around him, a perfect fit, and you reveled in the way he filled you up, your body craving his every thrust. he leaned up, his lips ghosting over your neck as he slid his hands to your hips, guiding you to move.
“god, you’re so fucking tight,” he murmured breathlessly before capturing your lips again. the dirty, wet sounds echoed as you both worked in tandem, driving each other closer and closer to that sweet release.
“always make me feel so fucking good, princess,” he rasped, and you bit your lip, moans spilling out uncontrollably as you ground your hips against him, desperate for more.
“just like that,” he encouraged, one hand grasping your waist, the other aching to tease your breasts. each thrust grew more frantic, more desperate, as he encouraged you to work yourself on him, fucking you harder.
“jaemin—” you gasped, leaning forward as you arched your back, riding his cock just the way he liked as pleasure curled in your belly, tightening with each movement.
he bit down on his lip to stifle a groan as you continued to bounce on his thick cock, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. you felt him shift beneath you, forcing you to press your body close to his, the heat between you intensifying as he held you firmly in place.
“you’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice laced with need as he thrust upward into you. “it’s all mine, this tight little cunt—only mine.”
at that, your breath hitched; his words were raw and possessive, fueling the fire within you. “all yours—your pussy, jaemin. just yours!”
his smirk widened, a devilish glint in his eyes as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours. “come on, mama—tell me again.”
with one hand tangled in his hair and the other gripping his shoulder, you yielded to the pleasure coursing through your veins. “it’s your pussy, jaemin—only yours, only you who fucks me so good—”
as your confession fled your lips, he captured them with his own, swallowing down your moans as he thrust deeper, harder, each push igniting more pleasure. you could feel the familiar knot winding tighter, unbearable and electrifying.
“jaemin i’m—“
before you could finish, the orgasm crashed over you. you cried out, your body trembling, and arched your back as you felt yourself clamp down around him, squeezing him like a vice as pleasure wrecked you completely.
“fuck—yes, baby” his voice was strained, a mix of pleasure and raw need as he chased his release, filling you with his warm cum as he spilled deep inside you.
you gasped, fluttering around his cock, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you rode out every wave of ecstasy that coursed through you. as he came, he instinctively ground himself against you, prolonging the feeling of being engulfed in pleasure.
finally, as the intense orgasm subsided, he pulled out slowly, and you felt his warm release drip down your thighs—
unable to help himself, he leaned down, fingers spreading your folds to admire the mess you both made, his eyes dark with lust. “you’re so fucking beautiful.”
“stop,” you groaned, slapping his hand away playfully, but the embarrassment faded quickly as he peppered soft kisses along your jaw.
he held you close, fingers caressing your body, tracing every curve and contour, his eyes sparkling with admiration and lust in equal measure. to be fair, you doubted you would ever shake the shyness he instilled in you, especially when he looked at you with that kind of insatiable hunger.
17
pairing; lee seokmin (dk) x reader (is called wife)
genre; fluff, angst
warnings; mention of food, alcohol, children/grandchildren, death of a main character
w/c; 1.8k and some change
requested; no
17 - PinkSweat$ ft Seventeen (Joshua & DK)
don't listen in secret series masterlist
a/n; this is based off of 17 by pinksweat$ but also the idea of 'Up' -- dedicated to my @seokmins, i would want you to have a long happy life with seokmin
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• 17 •
“Dance with me…”
You laugh as Seokmin’s fingers cup under yours pulling you from the blanket as the music plays quietly from the small radio. He knew he needed to get you home soon but you looked so pretty under the stars. Seokmin couldn’t resist one last chance to hold you. If he could think of one more reason to delay a goodbye, he would.
Wrapping his arm around your waist, the boy leans to brush his lips across your cheek listening to your sweet laugh. You were everything. His parents and friends had told him to focus on other things but from the moment he had met you, nothing else seemed as important.
“I have to go home, Seokmin. You know the rules.”
Seokmin sighs, leaning back to look at your pretty face. Lifting his hand, he pushes your hair behind your ear as he drinks you with his eyes. His feelings for you were never in question, and he never once doubted yours for him.
“Mm, I know. I promise, one last dance and I’ll take you home. You can’t really blame me though, right? Trying to drag this out as long as I can? I hate saying goodbye to you.”
You smile, lifting your hand to hold Seokmin’s wrist as he brushes his fingers against your neck lightly. The boy shakes his head, his brows furrowing as if he has so much on his mind but just isn’t sure how to say it.
“I don’t blame you. If I could stay with you forever, you know I would.”
Seokmin’s smile spreads and you can feel it in your chest. There was no other smile in the world that made you feel like that. He was so bright and he was yours. Laughing once again, you lean to press your lips to the corner of Seokmin’s lips causing him to hum out an appreciative sound at the action. His fingers cling to your shirt at the small of your back, even as his brows furrow. You had really hit the nail right on the head.
“That’s what I mean. I want forever. I know what they all say, how we are so young. How 17 year olds can’t know what they want but, they can’t possibly understand this. They don’t have you, so clearly they can’t understand.”
You have heard Seokmin talk like this before. He was a hopeless romantic and you adored that about him. Smiling against his cheek for a moment, you then lean back to look at the boy only to tilt your head to the serious look in his eye.
“I’m nothing special, Seokmin. They are just saying that because we are still so young. I don’t disagree with you, they don’t know how we feel but we have time. I’m not going anywhere.”
Seokmin disagreed with the first part of your statement. You were everything that was special, but instead of arguing with you, the boy simply sighs. Leaning towards you he brushes his lips against yours relishing in the way you melt against him. He knew you were both still young, but he was ready to grow up and call you his.
• 27 •
“But our guests…”
Seokmin grins at your words, his hand sliding around your waist as he pulls you to the center of the dance floor. The soft music is still audible but now you can’t help but to stare at the man in front of you as he laces his fingers with yours. You feel the band on his left ring finger slide between your fingers and your heart leaps with nerves and excitement.
“Just dance with me. I believe it is in the laws of being your husband that I can sweep you away at any point I want at our wedding.”
The man watches you laugh, the sound of it more beautiful than any music he had ever heard. He had been waiting for this moment for ten years and finally he was holding his wife in his arms.
“Fine, yes. You are going to make my feet ache as many times as you have pulled me to this dance floor.”
Seokmin smiles against your hair. He slides his fingers along the satin of your wedding dress as he closes his eyes taking in every sensation of you in that exact moment. It didn’t matter how many people were in the venue with the two of you, none of them existed at that moment. You two were back dancing under the stars.
“I’ll take care of them. I’ll take care of all of you, every day, for the rest of my life. I love you so much.”
Smiling at Seokmin’s words, you take in a deep breath of his cologne as if you are committing it to memory. You already had but the scent of him, the feeling of him under your fingers was the only thing keeping you grounded. You were afraid if you were any happier at that moment you might float away from him and turn into sunshine because he caused you to shine too brightly.
“I love you more.”
Shaking his head, Seokmin leans back to look at you. You watch his lips purse playfully causing you to laugh before he swallows the sound with a kiss. Your laughs were too precious to Seokmin and the ones you had given him today were ones he would remember for the rest of his life.
Speaking against your lips, Seokmin rests his forehead against yours. He scratches his nails along your back as if he is clinging to you to ground him this time.
“That’s impossible. You have my entire heart.”
• 71 •
Seokmin leans to press a kiss to your cheek from behind as you sit in the living room. You have a book in your lap, something far more intelligent than anything he would be interested in reading but that was why he loved you so much. No matter how much you had learned so far in your life, you still were seeking out knowledge.
“Mm, Seokmin…”
The man smiles against your cheek before offering you the teacup he had prepared for you. Once he knows you have it safely in your grasp, Seokmin moves around to sit in his own chair so he can watch you fondly. He could watch you do anything and fall in love with you all over again.
“You are beautiful.”
The words draw your attention to your husband, the teacup perched against your lips. You find yourself smiling against it, the warm tea slipping down your throat before you put it to the side and laugh at Seokmin’s words. He was so kind to you, never a day would go by that he wouldn’t remind you of his affection.
“I adore you, Seokmin. I am old, I think you see the woman from the pictures we show the grandchildren.”
Shaking his head, Seokmin slides to the end of his chair so he can reach you. A wrinkled hand takes yours so he can run his thumb along your palm before he traces the back of your wedding ring carefully.
“No, I see my wife in front of me now. You have grown impossibly more beautiful with each year of your life. I am the luckiest man on Earth, possibly in the entire Universe. I love looking at the memories of our life so far, my love but I also live in the present I have with you now and our future. I told you…every day, for the rest of my life.”
Tears threaten to spill over the rims of your eyes as you look at Seokmin and listen to him speak. He was a hopeless romantic and you loved him for it. Shaking your head, you can’t help but to smile before letting out another laugh that causes your husband to grin one of your favorite smiles. He was brighter than the sunshine and caused you so much warmth.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Lee Seokmin. I must have hit some cosmic lottery the day I was born.”
Still grinning, Seokmin leans to swipe his thumb gently under your eye to wipe away a tear before shaking his head.
“You have that backwards. Now, dance with me.”
Seokmin watches you lean your head back with a laugh. His hand moving from yours to put your book to the side. You feel his hands take yours so he can help you slide from your chair and pull you into his arms.
“There is no music playing.”
The man nods his head in understanding before you listen to him humming under his breath. Your heart tightens to the tune, the same that had been played at your wedding, and the night you had danced under the stars.
“Is this okay? Do I sound horrible? My singing isn’t what it used to be.”
Shaking your head, you can only lean your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes tightly.
“It’s perfect, please keep singing to me.”
• 92 •
Seokmin’s fingers lace with yours as he smiles remembering all the dances the two of you had shared. He could feel your head resting against his shoulder even in his sleep as he dreamed of your life together.
He knew he was lucky he got a long happy life with someone as special as you. Not many were as lucky as he but he never took it for granted.
He could smell the rain in the air the night that he danced with you under the stars. He could feel your lips against his cheek before the rain started to fall and the two of you had laughed and ran back to his car.
Seokmin could taste the wedding cake on his tongue, feel the popping of the champagne bubbles in his mouth. He could remember the feeling of his heart swelling to the sight of you walking down the aisle towards him. He could remember every kiss and touch of your wedding night.
He was tired but he wanted to dance with you even now. Sighing softly in your sleep you feel Seokmin’s hand tighten in yours drawing you from your sleep. His breath was shallow but you could tell he was dreaming from how he looked.
“Seokmin?”
Your husband’s lips twitch up in a smile to your voice but he doesn’t wake up. You feel his hand loosen its grip as the sound of his breathing quietens completely. Staring at Seokmin you wait for him to open his eyes, to speak to you, but in your heart you know that he is gone.
Tears fall over your cheeks, laying your head against his chest you whisper how much you love him. Your eyes closed tightly you can picture the wonderful man who had filled your life with so much light and love holding you closely.
Seokmin would dance with you again. Until then he would just have to watch over you for a little while longer. He had said, everyday, for the rest of his life and he had meant it.
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