On the Nose (M)(Teaser)
I'ma put this pussy on your face
Open up boy, come and get a taste
🔊 just wanna - iggy azalea (spotify | soundcloud) 🔊
• Pairing: Dokyeom x (F)Reader
• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Humor, Smut, Friends to Lovers
• Rating: 18+
• Words (teaser): 338
• Summary: Seokmin thinks his nose might be too big. You’re quick to give him reasons as to why he’s wrong.
• Warnings/themes: insecurity, reassurance, OC with the compliments 🥹, Seokmin getting carried away, face-sitting, oral (f. receiving), groping, multiple orgasms, overstimulation
• Notes: Since Mr. DK won the recent poll, I’ll be posting him next! I’ve had most of it done since it’s a short one, but I wanted to wait until the end of my vacation to do the teaser. Expect it to be out in the next few days! 🫡✨
• Teaser Notes: Teasers are a WIP and will not fully reflect the final draft, warnings and themes are subject to change. If you want to be tagged when the final draft is released, either leave a reply or shoot me an ask! PLEASE HAVE YOUR AGE PRESENT IN YOUR BIO OR YOU WILL NOT BE TAGGED.
• Taglist: @minttangerines @minisugakoobies @kiestrokes @chans-room @firesighgirl
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“Y/N?”
“Hm?”
“Is my nose too big?”
Your friend’s out of nowhere question made you pause your mobile game and look up in bewilderment. You found him standing in front of his dresser, head leaned in close to the mirror.
“What? No, it’s not.”
Seokmin hummed, the tone unconvinced.
“Are you sure? You can be honest with me, y’know.”
Frowning deeply, you set your phone down and rose from the bed to walk over and stand next to him.
“Seokmin, why would I lie? Your nose is fine. Did someone say something about it?”
“No…”
His trailing off did not deter you from digging deeper.
“Seokmin.”
Your biting tone and hard stare made him flinch, not wanting to feel your wrath.
“No one said anything, per se, but they were looking. Really hard.”
“Who?”
Seokmin’s reflection shrugged his broad shoulders.
“Multiple people. We’d be having a conversation and I’d just notice their eyes going to my nose at some point.”
“You know what else big noses are really good for?”
Seokmin turns to look down at you with curiosity and a hint of eagerness.
“What?”
You look up at him, face blank like a sheet of paper.
“Sitting on.”
He became a cartoon character immediately, eyes bugging and mouth flying open to let out a yelp while his hands covered his ears.
“Y/N! What?!”
“Hey—” You reached up to rip his palms down so he could hear properly. “—it’s true!”
“Is it, you…you…pervert? Or are you just making things up to make me feel better?!”
A scowl came across your face as you lightly punched his arm.
“I’m serious, idiot! Have you never heard of a girl using someone’s nose to get off?”
“No! Well, I mean, maybe, but I wasn’t paying attention if anyone did say that.”
Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms and readied yourself to continue convincing him.
“It’s true, okay?”
Seokmin blinked before squinting his eyes.
“And who’s your source?”
You met him with nothing but passiveness.
“Me, myself and I.”
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Judgement Call
Summary: You only have 1 job: Don’t let the werewolf out of the basement.
▸ Pairing: werewolf!DK/Seokmin x F!reader
▸ Rating / Genre / AU: 18+ / pwp (smut) / established relationship, supernatural
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▸ Warnings: breeding, a bucket of drool, biting
▸ Word Count: 1.2k
▸ A/N: This is my entry for KBCS’s Blood and Bane event! 🐺 The prompt ofc being: breeding kink. Thank you @shuadotcom for your beta services (no pun intended lol) as always!
Read more at the top because grown up words are in the first paragraph.
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Dokyeom is a gentle giant with too much self control. Everything about him is oversized. Yet, the way he keeps his palm to the small of your back in public is reassuring. He holds you in your shared bed delicately, as if you’re a baby bird. He fucks you as if every thrust could break you.
Holy shit, you wish he would break you. Just once.
You both know that he could. It’s not that Dokyeom has to set out to either; quite the opposite. Dokyeom is always holding back for fear of hurting you.
As the days bleed together and the nights inch closer and closer to a full moon, he gets a little careless. His canines linger on the fleshy part of your thighs and the pressure teeters on painful. Long digits grip small, purple bruises into your hips. Enormous palms force your legs up to dangle your feet near your head for so long that your hips feel it in the morning.
Then, when the moon has reached its full magnificence for all to witness, Dokyeom is gone. He’s not far; just in the basement actually. You huff and roll your eyes every time your scheduled Rules meeting rolls around, but your boyfriend still insists on reviewing everything thoroughly and consistently.
The Rules:
Double-check the restraints.
Double-check the basement door lock.
Do not investigate any sounds.
Do not come to the basement for any reason before 8am.
Tonight, you exaggerate your pout as you salute him playfully on the landing of the basement stairs. You pout even harder when you step back after locking him in heavy metal wristlets chained to the floor. Dokyeom flashes his signature LED smile and sunny “love you”. It doesn’t make you any less upset about having to lock him away, but you’re forgiving enough to just go along with it.
What Dokyeom isn’t aware of is that you’re also forgiving enough to take whatever he dishes out when you head downstairs in nothing but a nightgown and a key around your neck at half past midnight.
You only make it halfway down the stairs when the chains rattle, then clang as they’re pulled taut. A cautious, deep rumble from Dokyeom’s chest cuts through the darkness. When you reach the bottom and flick the lightswitch on, he’s only a few feet from the steps – it’s as close as he can get with the cuffs on.
Crimson eyes stare you down, unblinking and predatory as Dokyeom’s gaze roots you to the spot. You should be worried and you should be fearful and you should go upstairs, but when you look past his fangs and claws, there’s an unmistakable tent in his basketball shorts that makes the sensible part of your brain shut down immediately.
“Out.” Your boyfriend's voice is deeper and so much more gravelly than you would have expected. It’s as if he hasn’t spoken in eons and nearly forgot which language he speaks.
One thing’s for sure: his tone is speaking directly to your pussy.
“Out!”
Dokyeom growls again, straining against the chains as you disrobe where you stand, skin instantly pebbling with goosebumps from the draft. His expression keeps changing in a kaleidoscope of contradicting emotions, but it’s clear which one wins out the second you dare to enter his personal bubble.
The hook of Dokyeom’s nails threatens to puncture as his fingers curl around your wrist and yank you toward him. It’s not exactly tender, but he’s reasonably careful as he lowers your down onto the blanket – the only “amenity” here, at his request – so you’re laid bare beneath him. The two of you stay frozen, Dokyeom panting above you as he scrutinizes every inch of your body.
It’s not until your hand reaches to cup the side of his face that he lets go. He leans into the touch before mouthing your hand, leaving a trail of drool in your palm. There’s no time to complain – he’s got to be only half-listening at best, anyway – with how he’s yanked your legs apart so he can slot himself in to rut against your cunt sloppily.
Dokyeom was not small to begin with, but his bulge is noticeably bigger now. Is it harder, too? Is that possible? Yes and yes, you confirm as you (barely) manage to slide your hand between your bodies and catch the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down to expose his hips.
A shaky, high-pitched sigh/whine lets you know how much he appreciates the gesture as he lines his tip up with your weeping entrance. Dokyeom is physically shaking as he does so, eyes screwed shut as he begins to enter as slowly as he can bear. The bliss of your heat keeps his mouth hanging open in a silent groan, letting more saliva fall from the gape like a faucet that douses the link between your bodies.
If you’d had a chance to study his cock as it is now, there’s a good chance you would have chickened out. With your hubris and his reduced impulse control, though, you make it work. Once he’s fully inside of you, you’re only given a few seconds before he’s thrusting. Dokyeom’s cock fills you deep, deep, deeper than you’ve ever felt before. In your daydreams, you’d pictured yourself full, yet still dainty, arms above your head as you sigh with pleasure. In reality, you barely sound human yourself as you hiss and yelp beneath him while the shape of his cock projects itself in the pouch of your lower belly, clawing at his sides because he’s too wide to even get your arms around him in this form.
Dokyeom has never been shy about letting you know how good you feel, but he’s so vocal like this. You know he’s close, even without words. Grunts smooth themselves into whimpers and growls slip into the beginnings of a howl.
You’re close too and you tell him so, but he doesn’t seem to acknowledge it at first. The way you ragdoll in Dokyeom’s grasp as he suddenly hoists you up by the waist to fuck into you harder would be comical if you could see yourself, but your eyes are too busy rolling into the back of your skull. He pins you down with his full weight, nearly taking the wind out of you as his thrusts become short and sharp.
He rests his lips on your shoulder, breath almost searing as he murmurs, “Love you, breed you.” It’s not clear if he’s asking or telling you, honestly, but you wouldn’t be here in this moment if that mattered to you.
Dokyeom is yours and you are his. It’s sealed when you cum on his cock and he drives into you one last time, howl muffled into your shoulder as fangs compress and then perforate your delicate skin. It should hurt and you’ll certainly need to patch yourself up later, but the pain only pushes you deeper into euphoria as he floods your pussy with hot cum.
Just like when you started, the two of you suspend your movements, catching your breath. This is the part where you both come down together and Dokyeom pulls you into his chest lovingly.
There’s just one little detail you didn’t consider in your excitement leading up to tonight: Werewolf Dokyeom doesn’t just want to breed you; he has to. And one session is simply not enough to get the job done.
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