#seoho drabble

[thru-the-grapevine]

[11:46 AM] “What is that?”

It belongs in a cartoon, the way Seoho jumps a foot and turns to face you with wide eyes.

“Nothing,” he says.

His hands are cupped together in front of him, still dripping from being under the kitchen faucet. You tsk and enter the kitchen, pulling a hand towel from a nearby drawer and moving towards him. He quickly draws his hands back to rest against his torso when you get within a foot of him, hands still cupped.

You raise an eyebrow, crouching to mop at the little puddle he’s created.

“Nothing, huh?”

The way his cheeks and ears pinken is adorable. His jaw works minutely, biting the inside of his lower lip.

“Uh-huh.”

You straighten up again and fold your arms, tilting your head to try and glimpse between his cupped fingers. “Is it something I’m going to be disappointed is in my kitchen?”

He immediately starts closing the gaps of his fingers, shrinking back against the sink. “Disappointed? Not upset?”

“I’m never upset with you, bestie,” you say, feigning shock at the mere thought. “Only disappointed.”

He pouts, and maybe it takes a conscious effort not to stare at the pretty shape of his lips. Not that you’ll admit it.

“You’re only ever disappointed with me? Never pleased or happy or….anything else?”

Maybe you want to take that as something more. But what if you’re wrong? You deflect, grinning at him. “Your distractions won’t work on me. C’mon. Show me the thing.”

He swallows, then shakes his head rapidly.

You make a face at him. “Seoho.”

He shakes his head again.

You raise your eyebrows. Well. Time to play a little dirty.

You take another step closer to him and enter his space. You audibly hear his breath pause when you lean in close, setting the damp towel on the counter next to him.

“You sure?” You ask quietly, ignoring your own pounding heart. Focus.

Seoho’s next breath sounds shaky. “Mhm.”

A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You lean in a little closer, indulging yourself momentarily and staring at his mouth as you fumble behind him to turn off the faucet.

“Very sure?” You ask.

When you drag your gaze away from his lips, you realize he’s staring at yours. A rush of warmth shoots through you. No. Focus.

He doesn’t answer, too distracted. Now’s your chance. Gently, still looking at his face, you take his hands in yours, prying them open carefully. He offers no resistance, and you glance down inside them.

“Oh my god,” you yelp. “Is that a frog?”

Immediately Seoho jumps back into action, yanking his hands from yours and cupping them shut again. “No.”

“It is,” you say, laughing disbelievingly. “You brought a frog into my kitchen.”

“He was outside in the grass,” Seoho says, voice insistent. “And he was covered in grass clippings and there was some in his eyes and I felt bad and wanted to clean him up—”

“It’s a frog!” You laugh, incredulous. “They live in nature, they get dirty, that’s just how it goes.”

“But it was in his eyes,” Seoho protests, looking at you imploringly. “I was just gonna rinse him off and send him back out again—”

“And you couldn’t have done this with the hose why?”

Seoho looks indignant, pouting. “Look at him. He’s just a little guy. He needs something gentler.”

You’re staring at his hands, shaking your head. “My kitchen sink?”

“Only for a minute,” he pleads. “It just looked painful, he kept blinking and the grass kept staying stuck in his eye and he looked so sad, you should have seen his little face, his eyes were…”

He keeps making his case, but you lose the thread, gazing at him. Sweet, stupid boy. The worst in the whole world. Caring about garden frogs. What if this is my final straw?

As it happens, it is. Before you can process what you’re doing, you’ve grabbed a fistful of his collar and guided him close, planting your lips on his.

It’s a wonderful, wonderful half a second. And then Seoho squawks in surprise and you’re pulled back into reality.

He leans back, blinking, eyes wide on you. “What? I….what?”

Your insides are swirling into a chaotic tornado of dismay. What were you thinking? “I….sorry. You were, um. Saying? About the frog?”

Seoho does not continue about the frog. He continues blinking at you, gaze trailing down to your mouth. You shift from one foot to another, uneasy.

“Seoho…?”

He leans in and kisses you again. It’s gentle, sincere, and suddenly you wonder how in the world you’ve gone this long without doing this. You kiss him back, unfurling your fingers from his collar and resting your hands on his shoulders. He settles his hands on the back of your arms, guiding you closer, kissing you in a way that makes you wonder if he’s thought about this, too.

You break apart to breathe, staying nose to nose.

“Seoho,” you murmur.

He hums quietly, resting his forehead on yours.

“Where’s the frog?” You ask quietly.

He’s staring at your mouth again. “Hm?”

“The frog. Where is it.”

He blinks, then stiffens, realizing where his hands are.

“Um.”

“Is there a frog loose in my kitchen?!”

He leans back, staring all around your feet and behind you with increasing urgency. Guiding you back and forth by his grip on your arms, checking around you. “I….maybe?”

Unbelievable. You start searching around your feet, as well.

“I’ll make you a deal. If you find him first, I’ll kiss you again.”

He turns to look at you so quickly you worry he’ll crick his neck. “What if you find him first, instead?”

You shrug, smiling hopefully. “You’ll kiss me?”

He stares at you, bewildered.

“That’s….the same thing.”

You grin. “Then we’d better find him, yeah?”

A slow, bemused grin spreads over his face.

“I….yeah. Okay.”

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[yootaesowlwrites]

Can We Share The Blanket? - Lee Seoho

Warnings: Light angst, comfort, fluff.

W/C: 816.

You were in the kitchen gathering some snacks for you and the members of Oneus for the bonfire they had planned after promotions for their latest comeback finished, everyone was outside getting the fire setup while you left with your own thoughts.

“Let me help you,” Seoho says as he steps into the kitchen, you watch as he carefully walks towards you, the knee brace sitting uncomfortably around his knee.

“It’s okay, I got it,” You say. You didn’t want him to carry heavy stuff while his knee had been hurt, you had knee problems in the past and knew just how frustrating it was.

“Let me carry something light if you’re not going to let me carry anything heavy,” He says, stopping next to you. You hear a faint grunt leave him before he grips the counter. “It’s just a few more days… and then we will know the answers,” You nod your head, still concerned for him and his wellbeing. “Thank you for caring...”

“Of course, I will care,” You whisper. “I’m just concerned since you said the brace is uncomfortable,” He lets out a sigh and looks down at the brace. You turn towards him, placing your hand on top of his, giving it a soft squeeze. “I’m here for you, through it all.”

“Thank you,” He whispers. He wasn’t thrilled that this had happened, and you could understand why, and the pent-up frustration was building, not being able to do what he loves to do and what he used to do. “Not really how I wanted to spend my birthday…”

“It’s a shitty way to spend it…” You softly say. “I know the feeling, but I’m sure next year will be better,” He steps closer to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug and burying his face in the crook of your neck, your hands immediately move to his back and gently pat down against it. “We’re here for you…” You feel him take in a slow and unsteady breath, signalling to you that he was trying not to cry. “It’s okay… you can cry, scream, anything to let it all out,” His body shakes against yours as he begins crying, you could feel his tears against your neck as it flows. “That’s it, let it out…” You could feel a knot forming in your throat and tears forming in your eyes, you hated that he had to go through this, you absolutely hated seeing him go through this pain.

From the corner of your eye, you could see slow movement and watched as Gunhak enters the kitchen slowly and as quietly as he could, he watched you both, knowing that his group members, and the person that was like a brother to him, cry in your arms about his frustration and pain. He knew that Seoho needed that, Gunhak knew Seoho had to let it out at some point, and he was just glad that he had you to be by his side so that he could let it out and be met with comfort and without judgement.

Gunhak quietly takes what he had come to retrieve before just as quietly leaving the kitchen, leaving Seoho to cry in your arms and let out all his pain and frustration. You could hear faint yelling from outside as the younger ones were probably playing around before it got quiet. Gunhak had probably told them what was happening inside between you and Seoho.

“It’s not fair…” He mutters as his body slowly calms down, his sobs slowly quiet down before he sniffs. “That’s how I feel…” You softly hum as you continue to rub his back. He slowly pulls back, his face red and puffy from crying. “I cried all over you, I’m so-”

“Don’t say sorry,” You say. “Don’t apologize for letting yourself cry and have emotion,” He nods his head, sniffing again. “You have every right to feel like this is unfair, and you have every right to voice it as well…” He nods his head again. You lift your hands to cup his face and carefully wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Do what you have to do to let out your anger and frustration over the situation, okay?”

“Okay…” He whispers. “Can we… can we share the blanket?” You softly smile and nod your head. The blanket, he was referring to, was the blanket that was dangling over the camping chairs outside at the bonfire.

“We can,” You say. “We always can,” You lean closer to him, your noses close to touching when loud rapid footsteps caused you both to pull back, just as Hwanwoong, Keohnee, and Dongju enter the kitchen.

“Hyung!” And within moments the three of them took everything towards the bonfire while also guiding Seoho out the door to join them, so they could try their hand at cheering him up.

[sxcret-garden]

ღ Oneus Seoho x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~700 ღ genre: soft smut (fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms) ღ warnings: none ღ prompts: begging, marking

“I love you…” your boyfriend Seoho mutters against your skin, his lips grazing the spot near your collarbone that he had just finished sucking a mark onto. You shiver underneath him, feeling his warm breath tickle you, and you have your fingers raked up into his hair. He kisses his way towards your chest, attaching his lips to your skin aligned with the trail of marks he’s already placed in your neck. “Love you so much…” he whispers, before you feel him starting to nibble on your skin all over again.

“Please, baby…” you moan, pressing your thighs tightly together. He’s been teasing you and letting his fingertips and mouth explore your body for a while now - a way too long while if you’re honest. It’s not that you don’t enjoy his gentle touches and the way he curiously searches for a reaction on your face everytime he kisses you in a new place or he touches you in a new way, but with all his ministrations down on your body, he’s brought you to a point where you crave more than just that.

“Hmm?” Seoho hums at you while sucking on your skin. His body is tightly pressed against yours skin on skin, and you can feel his own arousal grazing your inner thigh as he moves up to let his lips brush against yours in a sweet kiss.

“I can’t wait any longer…” you say, sending him a pleading look when he pulls back. He’s not usually the type to test your patience for that long, but sometimes he’s really in the mood to take things slow, and today seems to be one of those days. He smiles at you sweetly, and then he proceeds to kiss another imaginary line from your lips to your chin and from there to your collarbones. Finally, he lets a hand slip between your legs, and when he finally touches you where you want him most, you let out a moan of relief. 

“I’ll take care of you,” he mutters as he lets two fingers slide into you with ease. You whimper at his every movement, and at the way he curls them against your walls. He presses his thumb onto your clit, watching as you visibly draw closer to your high with adoration all over his face. You throw your arms around his shoulders, holding onto his back while the pleasure wipes your head blank of all thoughts, and you hide your face in the crook of his neck whimpering.

“I-I’m gonna… cum…” you moan, and Seoho pushes his fingers inside you just a bit deeper. You cry out, and next thing you know you’re clenching around him, nails dug into the skin on his back as he fingers you through your orgasm. He lets you catch your breath for a while, scattering kisses all over your face at a slow pace.

“You feeling okay?” he asks, and you nod, but after all that buildup you can feel your body longing for more.

“Baby… want you inside me…” you beg, and you see a spark of lust light up in his eyes upon hearing your words. Seoho doesn’t hesitate to give you what you want, and after giving himself a few strokes he pushes inside you. He stays still for a few moments, in order for you to adjust to him, and when you give him the okay, he begins to roll his hips into yours. Limbs entangled and wrapped around each other, you let him make love to you, moaning his name over and over again in pleasure as you’re still sensitive from your last high. 

“I love you so much…” your boyfriend groans as he picks up the pace, and you shut your eyes tightly while holding him as close as possible.

“Like that… don’t stop, please…” you whimper, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your body. Seoho listens to you and he stays at a steady pace. From the grunts he lets out you can tell he’s close, but so are you, and only moments later you feel yourself coming undone a second time. He cums inside you shortly after, and eventually he collapses next to you on the bed.

“I love you too,” you mumble, resting your hand on his chest as he pulls you closer. You can feel him smile against your forehead, before he places a gentle kiss there, and he says,

“Let’s go another round?”

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A quick note: These will all be 18+, MDNI, and some will contain slightly darker topics, but each one will be properly tagged, so keep that in mind when consuming content. Otherwise, welcome and enjoy Mommy May! If you’d like to be tagged, let me know!

Disclaimer: This is fictional depiction for entertainment purposes and is not meant to be a guide or interpretation of the idols written about, and I do not believe any of them would act in this way in real life. Once again, it is fiction, and once again, you are responsible for the content you consume! And lastly, minors DO NOT interact! It makes me uncomfortable and despite what you feel, those are my boundaries, respect them. 

1: My Treasure - Seonghwa

2:  Soft Days - Lee Know

3: Take It - Hyunjin

4: Summer Nights - Felix

5: Smile for the Camera - Hyunjin

6: Love You Like Me - Seonghwa

7: Stay the Night - Lee Know

8: Die for You - Seoho

9: Villain - Key

10: Trust in Me - Taemin

11: Home Video - Seonghwa

12: Free Pass -Key

13: Size Queen - Seonghwa

14: Consequences - Felix

15: Work of Art - Ten

16: Honored Guest - Lee Know 

17: Control - Kihyun

18: Useful - Kun

19: Devil I Know - Doyoung

20: Let’s Play - Hwanwoong

21: Cravin’ - Seonghwa

22: Mommy Next Door - Taemin

23: Pretty Doll - Chanhee

24: Room 410 - Ten

25: Thrill Ride - Chanhee

26: Adore - Seonghwa

27: Say Please - Chanhee

28: Forgive Me - Taeyong

29: Unholy - Chanhee

30: Boudoir Tales - Ten

31: Wanna Be Yours - Seonghwa

Bonus: Strawberry Cream - ? (mystery for now)

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[starry-nights-garden]

Seoho ✧ Sculpture

✧ Oneus Seoho x gn!reader ✧ words: ~700 ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: suggestive

Desc.: You’re helping your boyfriend Seoho figure out how to best film the statue scene in the Erase Me MV and he’s very distracting…

“Does it look okay when I do it like this?” Your phone camera is directed straight ahead at where your boyfriend is standing, his lips almost touching the statue in front of him.

“Yeah,” you say, absentmindedly. Seoho had asked you to help him with figuring out how to make one of his solo scenes for the new MV look best, and of course you had agreed. You’re always willing to lend him a hand, especially when it’s about a creative process. And usually you find a lot of enjoyment in supporting him with your brainpower, but this time around you’re spaced out more than anything.

You’re not sure what it is exactly, but witnessing your boyfriend giving the statue in front of him sensual touches and repeated kisses on its white, cold lips makes all kinds of feelings rush through your body. The only thing you know is that you badly want to be that sculpture, and so, without thinking much, you innocently make a request.

“How about… practicing on me instead?” Seoho looks up, his usual smile on his lips, and he thinks about your words for a moment before he lets out a soft laugh.

“But then who will take the pictures for me to check later?” he asks, before the smile on his face turns into a playful grin. “Baby, don’t tell me… you’re jealous of this statue?”

“No!” you deny it immediately. Then you add more quietly, “It’s just… I don’t know what it is, okay? I just… think you look very attractive like that and…” Blood rushes to your head as your entire face burns up and you avoid looking at him. You feel shy all of a sudden, and it’s been a while since Seoho has last made you feel like that.

“Baby,” he calls out to you, abandoning the statue for a short while in order to walk over to you. When he comes to a halt right in front of you, he reaches out his hand. Just like he has done with the statue only a few minutes ago, he now caresses your cheek with the back of his index finger, and when he reaches your lips to brush his thumb against them you think your heart is about to jump out of your chest. You gulp, and he must’ve noticed your flustered state because now he shows you a faint but cheeky smile.

“So…” he says, keeping his voice low, “how do you think I should do it? Should I kiss it like this?” He leans in, merely brushing his lips against yours for a brief second. His fingertips dance from your jaw down the side of your throat and eventually he brings his hand to the back of your nape. “Or like this?” Seoho places a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, and when your reaction is to subconsciously sink your teeth into your lower lip, he grins at you. “Or do you think…” he brings both of his hands up to cup your face now, thumbs both brushing against your cheeks once, “I should do it like this?” He draws near and connects his lips to yours in a proper kiss now. Feeling the need to hold onto him, you find the sleeves of his shirt and you tug at the fabric as you kiss him back. Running the tip of his tongue across your lips, he asks for permission to deepen the kiss, and you give in without wasting a single second. His pace is slow, but the way he takes his time to explore your mouth as if it was the first time has you melting against him, losing yourself in his kiss.

He pulls back eventually, and you look at him through half-lidded eyes now, still stuck in a daze.

“Yeah, I think I shouldn’t do it like that,” he remarks. “That might be a bit much for the fans-” You cut him off, smashing your lips against his for another kiss. Though you take him by surprise, he’s right there to lead the kiss, and when you part you’re both breathless.

“We can decide this later, right?” you say, and now it’s your boyfriend who’s gulping at what’s about to come. “Because after this I really need more than just another kiss or two.”

[rjsals]

"do you remember our first date?"

it's not really a question. he knows you do. there's a soft edge to his tone that indicates he's just trying to drag you down memory lane with him.

you let him.

"which one? the first one or the actual first one?"

seoho laughs, flopping onto his side so he can look at you properly, one hand propped under his cheek. you close your book, dropping it next to the bed before turning to meet his gaze.

there's a twinkle in his eye. "the first one."

"hard to forget," you muse, "i ignored the number one rule society drills into our heads as a kid—never go with strangers."

this makes seoho laugh again. "yeah, we're definitely lying to our kids about how we met."

you agree. there's no way you're telling a child that seoho, a complete stranger, slid into your booth while you're actual date was in the bathroom, stole one of your fries, proceeded to tell you you looked bored as fuck, and offered you a way out. not a chance in hell that you're telling them that he was right—that you were infinitely grateful for the opportunity to ditch, left your date with the bill, and ended up having the night of your life.

"we can tell them about the incredibly romantic half jog we did to escape unnoticed and how we somehow found a place that served the worst pizza this town has ever known, though."

"or about how you ruined my favourite jeans by not telling me i was about to sit on a bench with a "fresh paint" sign on it," you say, scooting a little closer under the covers to purposefully pinch his arm.

he reaches out, catching your hand. seoho's fingers sink into the empty space between yours with habitual ease, and he gently presses his lips to your knuckles. "i gave you something to remember me by, for free!" he quips, smiling, causing you to knock your hands into his chin in defiance.

"you couldn't have gotten me a corny keyring or something, like a normal human being?" you bite back, no malice in your words whatsoever.

"now where's the fun in that?"

you hook your ankle behind his thigh, pulling him in closer. "you're lucky i'm a very forgiving person. and a sucker for plushies."

kissing seoho is one of your favourite things to do. his lips are so soft, molding perfectly with yours, like they were made to kiss you and only you. his mouth is warm, igniting a spark in your chest that pushes fire through your veins with ease.

with one swift motion he's hovering over you, hand now resting on your thigh that's pressing into his hip. lips ghosting over yours, you can feel his smile before he speaks again, "i knew all those years losing money at the claw machines would pay off some day."

he dips down, catching another kiss.

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Check out our member Salty's drabble!

Seoho ✧ Sculpture

✧ Oneus Seoho x gn!reader ✧ words: ~700 ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: suggestive at the end

Desc.: You're helping your boyfriend Seoho figure out how to best film the statue scene in Oneus' new MV and it's very distracting...

Author's note: this was 110% written for @rooftop-reblogs <3

"Does it look okay when I do it like this?" Your phone camera is directed straight ahead at where your boyfriend is standing, his lips almost touching the statue in front of him.

"Yeah," you say, absentmindedly. Seoho had asked you to help him with figuring out how to make one of his solo scenes for the new MV look best, and of course you had agreed. You're always willing to lend him a hand, especially when it's about a creative process. And usually you find a lot of enjoyment in supporting him with your brainpower, but this time around you're spaced out more than anything.

You're not sure what it is exactly, but witnessing your boyfriend giving the statue in front of him sensual touches and repeated kisses on its white, cold lips makes all kinds of feelings rush through your body. The only thing you know is that you badly want to be that sculpture, and so, without thinking much, you innocently make a request.

"How about... practicing on me instead?" Seoho looks up, his usual smile on his lips, and he thinks about your words for a moment before he lets out a soft laugh.

"But then who will take the pictures for me to check later?" he asks, before the smile on his face turns into a playful grin. "Baby, don't tell me... you're jealous of this statue?"

"No!" you deny it immediately. Then you add more quietly, "It's just... I don't know what it is, okay? I just... think you look very attractive like that and..." Blood rushes to your head as your entire face burns up and you avoid looking at him. You feel shy all of a sudden, and it's been a while since Seoho has last made you feel like that.

"Baby," he calls out to you, abandoning the statue for a short while in order to walk over to you. When he comes to a halt right in front of you, he reaches out his hand. Just like he has done with the statue only a few minutes ago, he now caresses your cheek with the back of his index finger, and when he reaches your lips to brush his thumb against them you think your heart is about to jump out of your chest. You gulp, and he must've noticed your flustered state because now he shows you a faint but cheeky smile.

"So..." he says, keeping his voice low, "how do you think I should do it? Should I kiss it like this?" He leans in, merely brushing his lips against yours for a brief second. His fingertips dance from your jaw down the side of your throat and eventually he brings his hand to the back of your nape. "Or like this?" Seoho places a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, and when your reaction is to subconsciously sink your teeth into your lower lip, he grins at you. "Or do you think..." he brings both of his hands up to cup your face now, thumbs both brushing against your cheeks once, "I should do it like this?" He draws near and connects his lips to yours in a proper kiss now. Feeling the need to hold onto him, you find the sleeves of his shirt and you tug at the fabric as you kiss him back. Running the tip of his tongue across your lips, he asks for permission to deepen the kiss, and you give in without wasting a single second. His pace is slow, but the way he takes his time to explore your mouth as if it was the first time has you melting against him, losing yourself in his kiss.

He pulls back eventually, and you look at him through half-lidded eyes now, still stuck in a daze.

"Yeah, I think I shouldn't do it like that," he remarks. "That might be a bit much for the fans-" You cut him off, smashing your lips against his for another kiss. Though you take him by surprise, he's right there to lead the kiss, and when you part you're both breathless.

"We can decide this later, right?" you say, and now it's your boyfriend who's gulping at what's about to come. "Because after this I really need more than just another kiss or two."

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Under the cut is the masterlist

(I am aware that some aren't going by age or position, and that's okay)

Ace

Ot5:

Tba

Donghun:

Tba

Junhee:

Tba

Seyoon:

Tba

Byeongkwan:

Tba

YuChan:

Tba

AleXa

Tba

Ateez

Ot8:

Tba

Seonghwa:

Brightest Jewel

4:57: Before the Boom

Vampire drabble

Moonlit Prince

Hongjoong:

Hearts Aligned

Yunho:

Infernal Deception

Melody of Red

Vampire drabble

Storm of Stygia

Yeosang:

Wind Protector

San:

Melody of Red

Mingi:

The Lion's Heart

Wooyoung:

Snow Stars

Jongho:

Infernal Deception

Dreamcatcher

Ot7:

Tba

SuA:

Tba

Siyeon:

Tba

Yoohyeon:

Tba

Dami:

Tba

Handong:

Tba

JiU:

Tba

Gahyeon:

Tba

Kingdom

Dann:

Tba

Arthur:

Tba

Louis:

Tba

Jahan:

Tba

Hwon:

bta

Ivan:

Tba

Mujin:

Tba

Chiwoo (former):

Tba

Ot7:

Tba

OneUs

Seoho:

Tba

Keonhee:

Tba

Leedo/Gunhak:

Tba

Hwanwoong:

Tba

Xion:

Tba

Ot5:

Tba

TXT (Together x Tomorrow):

Soobin:

Tba

Yeonjun:

Tba

Beomgyu:

Tba

Taehyun:

Tba

Kai:

Tba

Ot5:

Tba

Events:

Library of Illusion

Before The Boom

Seventeen Collaboration

Other (kpop and non kpop):

Winter Love

Desires Await - Junhui

Holiday Warmth- Stray Kids Felix

☆♤♡◇♧ Dark Web Fics, 19+ ☆♤♡◇♧

This is not to be entered, and whatever is here will not be for everyone. Anyone under 19 interacting with these will be immediately blocked 🚫 YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ⚠️

TBA

[bearseokie]

allure (M)

— Receiving an ad about an incubus website, your curiosity gets the best of you - and you order an alluring guest.

DETAILS — [ 18+ | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — incubus! seoho x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — supernatural! au, smut, light fluff WARNINGS — deep make out session, whiny seoho, finishing untouched

oneus m.list | navi.

A website, or a virus — you couldn’t decide. The screen was filled with clickable shapes and distracting ads, your mind so focused on the one task at hand. Find a lover, or just experience something greater.

The title ‘choose your own’ caught your attention so fast that you clicked without reading the warning label, another page overtaking the previous one. Names began to cascade over the screen, faces of handsome men within the tiles. You were overwhelmed, the number of incubuses all about drawing your mind blank as you scrolled down the page.

One by one, they all looked wicked. Your eyes glistened in the dark room with nothing but the light of the computer before you to keep you attentive. Your finger clicked the screen to the last page, only one man listed.

Warm eyes smiling like his curved lips, soft-looking hair, he appealed to you most. Seoho — the last of the incubuses to be listed, you hit order without a single thought. The screen was overtaken by a deep blue, a static noise echoing from the speakers as you released the mouse to cover your ears. Eerie in a new way, your eyes closed tightly to rid the color from your sight, eyelids heavy with spots encircling your pupils as you whined for it all to end. Like a switch being flipped, the screen went back and sound dismissed. Your mind lulled numb, peeling your eyes open and dropping your hands from your head.

Limbs cold although you were enwrapped by a warm layer from a blanket, your head delved under the thick fabric. Warmth filling your body and the heat rebuild under the covers, a slight tug from two fingers made you gasp. Stuck idle in shock, you felt the two fingers poke at your leg, long nails barely digging at the skin as the form gripped the fabric of the blanket with the two digits. Such like a person would remove a tablecloth from beneath the objects still on the table, the blanket was pulled from you. Floating in the air while still in motion, your eyes caught sight of the ordered incubus.

“Seoho.” you whispered.

“Are you hiding?” he asked, tossing the blanket over himself. Head wrapped with the soft cloth, his fluffy hair disappeared within the cover. His smile was bright even in the dark room. “Why are you hiding?”

You shivered before you could answer, his eyes blinking softly as he acquired an innocent look on his face. Nose lightly scrunched, eyes squinted, cheeks rosy, he lifted the blanket up into the air once more. The large cover scoured over your body, the top of your desk chair capped by the fabric as it layered over you. The heat regained on your skin, the feeling of the cold air from the man diminishing.

Your brows knitted, watching his shoes bend on his feet. His body crouched just as his finger tapped the small lamp at your desk, the colored bulb illuminating a glow to the room outside of your shield. Slipping his head beneath the fabric, he climbed inside the warm spot with you. Eyes filled with wonder, his two fingers connected with the trim of your shirt at your stomach, lifting it as his lips sucked a mark.

You didn’t have the chance to react, the incubus’s opposite hand rummaging with your pants as they glided down your legs. His nose flared, breathing in your scent as his innocent eyes regained their attention on yours.

“R-Ready?”

He was new at this, you could tell. The way his hand shook, body temperature ice compared to your own within the heated space — he was wary. The pads of his fingers soothed your heated skin, your hand wrapping around his wrist before he could reach the bottom of your abdomen.

“Seoho.” You whispered his name a second time, the bright yellow irises gazing up at you. His tongue had poked out into the corner of his lips, focused on what he was meant to do — but you had other plans.

A small tug at his wrist was all it took to collide your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth in a rapid need to taste you. Your tongue moved above his, fighting against him enough to make him reel back. The layer of saliva between your lips created a trail, the same one reconnecting your mouths as you moved slower. Seoho moaned, the sound so deep it vibrated his chest. He was used to being quick, your fingers gently lacing in his hair to pull him closer bringing his heart to race. “Slow.” you spoke against his lips.

His head slightly nodded, body standing to bend over you in the seat. His form between your bare legs, he was a whining mess from how aroused you had become just from the kiss of his lips. Eyes shut tighter than your own, you pulled away from him to glide your hand from his head to his shoulder. Passing the divots of his chest, his button-up shirt undone in the process, you were met with his golden skin. So tedious, tender, your teeth sunk into it to suck a single mark. His knees grew weak, falling into your lap as you released him.

Your hand ran up his chest as he fell, cupping his cheek to tilt his head. Another deep kiss began, his fingers running along your body to find the most heated spot — between your legs. You were mewling, spiraling when his fingers connected with you. Whimpering against his mouth, the motions of his fingers swiveling around your arousal as your hips met his hand fascinated him. Your need was so calm, pacing him and giving as your own hand met his crotch. A gentle graze of your palm over his bulge and he was leaking into his pants, panting against your mouth and sucking the saliva from your wet cavern to replenish his thirst.

You felt the spots of his release growing, his winces enough to make you pull your hand back. He still didn’t release your mouth, lips moving in tandem with your own until you were both out of breath. Your eyes opened slowly, stuck under the blanket with sweat pouring off your limbs. The man was completely dry, hair extra fluffed from the fabric, horns short and prodding.

He smiled another cheeky grin. “Can we keep going?”

[thru-the-grapevine]

[7:34 PM] Seoho could smell the takeout you brought into the apartment before you even called “I brought takeout!” into the living room.

“Oh, you angel,” he sighed, sitting up on the couch. “In here!”

You set the takeout bag on the coffee table before slipping beneath the blanket he was curled under and wrapping your arms around him, pressing your lips to his. Seoho squawked in indignation against your mouth, breaking the kiss with a shiver.

You grinned. “Your lips are really warm.”

“Yours are freezing,” Seoho said, betrayed. “What, did you stop to fish on an ice floe with a polar bear on your way back?”

You tucked herself in closer to his side, getting comfortable. “If I’d met a polar bear on my way back from getting takeout, I’d be cuddling it instead of you right now.”

“You’d better take that back.”

You glanced up at him, a smirk twinkling in your eyes. “And if I don’t?”

You squeaked in surprise, bursting into desperate giggles as he knocked you onto your back, tickling your sides.

“Take it back, angel.”

“N-never!” You laughed, thrashing against Seoho’s hands prodding along your sides.

“Take it back, or I’ll–oof!”

Your head jerked, whacking straight into his, and Seoho toppled off the couch with more drama than was necessary and lay on the floor, clutching at his face for effect.

You, of course, saw right through the act, and began positively cackling. You sounded so genuinely tickled that Seoho couldn’t help laughing, too, and for a long minute you lay there, laughing together.

“I guess,” you panted, catching your breath, “I guess cuddling you will have to do.”

“You can’t cuddle me now. You have to take me to the emergency room,” Seoho said cheerfully. “I’ve been gravely wounded by your hard head.”

“I’ll take your food back to the restaurant, I swear,” you chuckled.

Seoho grinned, winking at you as he sat up. “Bring the blanket and come sit down here with me.”

“Okay. Netflix while we eat?”

“You know me so well.”

[yootaesowlwrites]

Didn’t Want It To End - Lee Seoho

A44— “I didn’t want it to end, I just thought you’d be better off without me..”

Warnings: Angst, language, open ending.

W/C: 763.

You stare at Seoho as he stood in the doorway of your once shared apartment, the room felt cold as he looks at you, you were sitting on the bed, the covers pulled to your thighs, you hadn’t moved since the break-up, and now he was here to collect his things, you hadn’t even gathered them, because you didn’t want him to go… even if you were the one that broke up with him.

“I’m… I’m sure you know why I’m here,” He says, you could hear it in his tone, he had been crying but was trying not to let you know, but with how puffed his cheeks looked and how red his eyes were, you could tell… you looked the exact same.

“I… haven’t had time to gather everything,” You whisper, he swallows and clears his throat, trying to clear the lump forming in his throat. “You can come back another time… and I’ll have everything ready,” Your voice broke as you spoke, and he almost wasn’t sure what you had said, he slowly nods his head.

“Then… I can gather it,” He says, your breathing stops for a moment, you didn’t want him to do that, you didn’t want to see the place become emptier and emptier. “Do you have a box?”

“No,” You say, your voice firm for the first time since you spoke, he nods his head.

“Then a bag will do also,” He says, you could feel panic rising up in you.

“No,” You say again, he lets out a sigh and runs his fingers through his hair.

“Then what do you want me to use, Y/n?” He asks, you chew on the inside of your cheeks, you could feel your eyes burning as tears were forming in them. “Actually, answer me this, why did you break up with me?” You could hear the change in his tone, he was becoming slightly aggravated, you take in a deep breath and slowly look away from him, moving your gaze to the window, not wanting to look at him, you hear footsteps move across the floor before he entered your view. “Answer me, dammit,” You look up at him.

“I didn’t want it to end…” You whisper, this confused him and almost had him stepping back. “I just thought you’d be better off without me…” He takes in a deep breath and runs his fingers over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Why… why did you think that?” He asks, he carefully moves your legs more onto the bed and sits down, he reaches for your hand only to stop. “Why did you think I’d be better off? Did I say something that gave you that impression?”

“I just… thought that you didn’t need anyone holding you back…” You whisper, he watches a stray tear run down your cheek. “And lately I’ve been so down, and bringing you down with me… I didn’t want to see you push aside your happiness anymore,” This time he reaches over, whipping away the stray tear. “I hated seeing you lose the sparkle in your eyes when you saw me moping.”

“I don’t like seeing you upset…” He whispers. “And each time I saw it, I wanted to know who had caused that sadness… so when you broke up with me, I thought it was me,” You lift your gaze to look at him, his heartbreaking as he saw them glossed over with tears. “But… relationships take work, you had no right to decide for me if it was the best or not,” He pulls his hand back, pressing it into the bed. “I wished you had spoken to me instead of ending things between us.”

“I’m sorry,” You whisper, he lets out a soft sigh and moves closer to you, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. “Will we be okay?” You knew the answer, it would take time before things would ever be okay between you two again. “I’m sorry…”

“Stop… don’t apologise, stop saying sorry,” He mutters. “Just… come talk to me next time if you ever feel like that again,” You nod your head against his chest, wiping your tears off against his shirt, he hated seeing you cry like this. “We can figure it out, together, we’re a team… we’re supposed to take the world on together,” His hand slowly rubs over your back in a comforting way. “This just means we need to work a little harder on us, but as far as I’m concerned, this isn’t the end of us.”

[sxcret-garden]

Seoho ღ Daydream [M]

ღ Oneus Seoho x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~2k ღ genre: smut (sub!Seoho, marking, nipple play, handjob, unprotected sex, orgasm control) ღ warnings: none

Desc.: You and Seoho haven’t been dating for long, and though you’re happy with the relationship in general, you’ve been feeling like your sex life is missing something…

“Babe? …Y/N?” You look up only when Seoho snaps his fingers in front of your face. You had been zoning out again, stuck in the same fantasy you’d been caught in for days.

“Is everything okay with you?” your boyfriend asks. You can tell he’s concerned, though he tries not to let it show.

“Of course!” you respond immediately, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. “I’m okay, baby. No need to worry about me.” It’s visible on Seoho’s face that he’s thinking hard about your answer for a second or two, but then he shoots you that smile of his that you love so much.

“Alright then. But promise me to come talk to me if you need me, okay?”

“Of course I will,” you smile back, then you get up off the kitchen chair you had been zoning out in, and you throw your arms around his neck for a quick kiss on his lips.

You and Seoho had been dating for a couple of months now. You love your boyfriend, there’s no doubt about that, and he loves you too and does his best to make you happy. However, as with every relationship, there’s something that isn’t working out perfectly yet; the sex is okay. And you shouldn’t complain about that, because it could also be horrible, but some nights okay just isn’t enough for you. It’s always nice, and he always makes sure you feel comfortable, but it’s like you feel a little too comfortable - bored, you could say. That’s why, a few days ago, you let your mind wander in search of a way to maybe spice up your sex life a bit. And ever since then there’s been this fantasy in your head that comes to haunt you in your daydreams and in your sleep as well.

You want to turn the tables around.

But you’re not sure how to bring it up to him, afraid he might not like your suggestion, and that’s the problem. That’s how days have passed without you initiating anything.

However, you decide to try your luck anyway, now, that he’s given you such a perfect opening.

“Actually…” you begin to talk, and when Seoho smiles at you with that kindness he always exudes, you fail to find the right words.

“Hm?” He gives you that look that tells you he isn’t entirely sure how serious your conversation is going to be, and it puts you under pressure to say the right thing fast, or he will seriously start to worry.

“Okay, no. How much time do you have?”

“Huh? Uhm… a couple of hours until-”

“That will do.” You grab him by the hand and pull him towards the bedroom. When he shoots you a highly confused look, you don’t give him enough time to question you, and instead you quickly press your lips onto his in a kiss. You place your palms on his chest, running them sensually up his body, until your arms are loosely wrapped around his shoulders. Lips melting against his, you gently steer him towards the bed, and when his calves hit the edge of it, he plummets into the mattress. Hands placed on your waist, he pulls you in to make you sit on his lap, and to continue kissing. His lips burn on yours, hot breath mingling as you teasingly nip at his bottom lip, and he sighs into your kiss.

“Baby…” you breathe, “I wanna try something new. But you need to trust me.”

“What is it?” he asks, slurring his words a bit and looking at you through half-lidded eyes.

“Just trust me,” you repeat, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Let me take care of you.” A spark flashes up in Seoho’s eyes as he gazes up at you. His expression is filled with curiousity, and he grins a bit awkwardly, not knowing what to expect. You shoot him a genuine smile in response, before you run your fingers through his short hair, and eventually you push him onto the bed using your body weight. Seated on top of him, comfortably nestled in his lap, you run your fingernails down his chest covered by a white shirt. The mere thought of everything you could do to him in this position makes heat rise to your core, and the images you fantasized about flash by before your inner eye. You suck in a deep breath, and excitement makes it come out shakily.

“Babe?” Seoho calls out to you, and you lean in to kiss him. Then, you tuck your fingertips under the fabric of his shirt, and you tug at it.

“I want this off,” you say, surprising even yourself with your demanding tone. Your boyfriend hesitates for but a moment, then he sits up and slips out of his shirt, tossing it to the ground, and he reveals a toned upper body. You watch his muscles dance under his skin as he lies back down, and then you trace the lines of his abs with your fingertip, licking your lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper, and you catch him smiling abashedly at your comment, a light blush dusted onto his cheeks. With a moan of appreciation you run your hands up his bare torso, the air surrounding you turning electric, and when you reach his shoulders you bring your lips to his jaw. You leave a trail of kisses down the side of his throat, while he stretches his neck to give you better access, and a small whine slips past his lips. Taking it as a sign to continue, you attach your lips to his collarbone, nibbling on the skin for a while, before moving on to travel south. As you leave wet kisses down his chest, he brings a hand up to pull you closer by the back of your head, but you’re quick to swat it away.

“No touching me yet,” you say as you shoot him a sharp look, and you reach for his wrists, placing them beside his upper body. “Keep your hands like this.” Seoho swallows hard, before he nods.

“Okay,” he mumbles, and you continue your ministrations on his body. You scatter kisses all over his chest, and eventually your mouth wanders to his stomach. You can’t stop yourself from leaving little bite marks all over his abs, while your hands are holding onto his sides, nails digging into his flesh every time he lets you hear one of those beautiful moans. You feel the growing bulge in his pants underneath you, and you grin to yourself upon realizing what power you have over him. Your fingers travel to his chest, and the whine he lets out along with the way his body jolts when you begin to twist his nipples between your index fingers and thumbs sounds like music to your ears, and you immediately follow it up with a soothing rub of your palms. You kiss your way up to his chin, and when you grind your hips against his bulge, he whines your name.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this,” you say through gritted teeth, letting your hands roam his body. “Why didn’t we do this kinda stuff earlier?” Seoho nods frantically underneath you, as if he wanted to agree, and he lets out yet another strained moan when you grant him one more roll of your hips against his. Then, with a devilish grin on your lips, you leave another trail of hot kisses down his body, biting and nibbling on his lower stomach and hips until you have him squirming underneath you, begging for more. And yet, throughout all the frustrations, he doesn’t dare move his hands away from where you have placed them.

“Such an obedient boy…” you coo as you find the back of his left hand to kiss his knuckles, one after the other. They’re clenched into fists, and Seoho throws his head back when you rub soothing circles on his stomach, where you had left your mark on him.

“Please…” he whines, “b-babe… touch me…” You chuckle at his desperate plea, deciding to play with him just a little longer.

“Where do you want me, baby?” you ask, sultry eyes giving him a challenging look. He whines in response, so you ask again.

“Just f-fuck me, please.” His words tie the knot in your stomach a little tighter, and you don’t have it in you to tease him more - not after hearing how sweet he begged for you. You discard his pants and throw them on the floor, and you get rid of your own clothes as well. Then, you wrap your fingers around his painfully hard cock, and when you slowly start stroking him, Seoho lets out a moan of relief.

“Ah… f-faster… please…” he whines, but you have other plans. With a chaste kiss on his lips, you position yourself above his hips, and you slowly sink down on him. You moan at the way he fills you up, and he whines because you’ve been making him wait for too long.

“Is that good, baby?” you ask, and your boyfriend answers with a desperate moan. You reach for his hands once you’re comfortably settled on his cock, and you bring them up to your chest. “You can touch me now.” You start riding him, as he sloppily plays with your breasts, sanity all but gone. You realize he can’t focus on anything but your touch, so you bring one hand up to your mouth to kiss his palm and wrist, before letting him hold onto your hips.

“I’ll make you cum real good, baby,” you promise, and with your hands on his chest supporting you, you roll your hips faster. You position yourself so he hits that sweet spot inside you everytime you move, and the whimpers and whines coming from your boyfriend could send you over the edge anytime now.

“F-fuck… feels… s-so good…” he stammers, alternating between squeezing his eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure and keeping his gaze glued to your body on top of him. “G-gonna cum…”

“Don’t cum yet, baby,” you say, and he lets you hear a desperate moan in response. “I wanna try cumming with you.” You move one of your hands between where your bodies connect, and you start rubbing circles against your clit. Pleasure overwhelming you, your hips start to stutter, and you can feel Seoho twitch inside you.

“P-please… can’t… hold back any longer…” he whines, and at the same time you can clearly see your orgasm approaching.

“Just… another second…” You too let out a strained moan as you chase your high, and the second you feel him release inside you, the waves come crashing down on you too. You ride out your high, moaning each other’s name, and when you finally collapse on top of him, all you can do is smile in a state of utter bliss.

“That was amazing…” Seoho whispers eventually, after you’ve both caught your breath a bit.

“You’re amazing,” you answer, and you place a kiss on his temple.

“Wanna go again…?” he asks, and you let out an amused laugh.

“What? I thought you had to be somewhere?” Your boyfriend helps you crawl off him, so you could both lie down on your sides, facing each other, and he shoots you a sheepish glance.

“It’s not that important… I was just gonna meet the other guys, they’ll forgive me if I miss out today.”

“Such a little brat… would rather stay home having sex with his girlfriend…” you comment, a grin on your face. Then you wrap your arms around him, and you scoot over closer to give him a peck on the mouth. “Then I’ll make sure you won’t regret that you’re not going,” you whisper, and then you melt against him in a deep kiss.

[thesafecafe]

Oneus Masterlist

Group:

Members:

Leedo:

Seoho:

Keonhee:

Hwanwoong:

Xion:

[starry-nights-garden]

Seoho ✧ Pink Lipstick

✧ Oneus Seoho x gn!reader ✧ words: ~1k ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: suggestive

Desc.: In which you buy a new lipstick and asking your boyfriend Seoho for his opinion on it turns into putting its durability to a test… 👀

It all started when you put on the new pink lipstick you had previously bought when you were out on a shopping spree with a friend of yours. It’s a bright, hot pink tone - not the kind of color you would usually go for for your everyday makeup, but you felt daring that day, so you bought it. You put it on today, despite not having to go out, but you and your boyfriend would be home all day, and you wanted to hear his opinion on the color.

And right now, you’re not sure if he likes it or hates it, but what you do know is that he’s been staring at you ever since you entered the room, unable to take his eyes off you. And you’re staring back at him - an attempt at getting him to say something with your intense gaze.

“Uhm… you got a new lipstick?” Seoho finally asks. 

“Yeah. You like it?” You try to sound casual, when in reality it makes you nervous. You want him to like it, and since you’re not sure about the color yourself, a part of you is scared he’ll say it looks weird.

“I mean… yeah,” your boyfriend answers, somewhat hesitantly. Noticing your anxiety, he quickly adds, “You can pull it off.” An honest smile of relief appears on your lips and you let out a deep breath.

“God, I was afraid it looked awful,” you admit with a sigh and Seoho grins at your reaction.

“No, it looks good. Let me have a closer look.” He gets up from the chair he’d been sitting in, and takes a few steps from the open kitchen to the living room sofa, which you’re standing next to. Upon closer inspection, he smiles at you in approval, and when he lifts his hand to capture your chin between his thumb and index finger, you can tell he wants to reassure you. He leans in, placing a feathery light peck on your lips, and when he pulls away you involuntarily chuckle at the image before you.

“Hm?” Seoho raises his eyebrows at you.

“The lipstick,” you explain, pointing at his mouth. “It suits you.” You laugh, and it takes your boyfriend a few moments to understand what you’re talking about - there is a shade of bright pink covering his lips. The smudge isn’t filling them out very well though, and in some places it even got onto the skin around his mouth. You cup his face with your hands and run your thumbs across his lips to wipe it off for him, but that only seems to make the smudge bigger.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize, laughing, and while you’re still focused on your attempt at cleaning up your boyfriend’s lips, he suddenly pulls you in by the nape and presses his lips against yours again.

There is passion behind his kiss, need in the way he moves his lips against yours. You part for a moment, and before you can say anything about the way the pink smudges around his mouth are getting messier, he kisses you again. He lets his fingertips travel down your body until his palms are resting on your waist and he pulls you closer. You moan into the kiss when you feel his body pressed up against yours, his heat going over to you. 

“Seoho…” you whisper his name into his mouth, but he doesn’t let you speak. Instead, he uses the opening to slip his tongue inside, further deepening the kiss. 

When you finally break apart, breathless, the look you find in his eyes is completely different from just earlier. His pupils have grown dark, and he looks at you confidently, and with clear intentions. Without warning, he pulls you closer, burying his face in your neck. You feel his velvety lips grazing your skin as you throw your arms around him, and when he brings some distance between you, there is an amused expression on his face.

“There’s a mark,” he informs you, and when you make eye contact he smiles slyly. You know it was mere curiousity that drove him to see if there was enough lipstick on his lips to leave an imprint on your skin, but now you feel the need to get back at him. You bring him in and leave a trail of kisses down the side of his neck, and he simply lets you. When you pull away and you find the shape of your lips painted onto his throat multiple times, you feel satisfied. Then, Seoho leans in to capture your lips with his again, leading to another lingering kiss. Eventually, you let your hands wander to his hair, raking your fingers through the dark strands, while he grabs you by the hips and he leads you around the sofa so he can sit you down. Your eyes glued to him, you watch as he takes a seat right next to you, hips touching, before he cups your face with one hand and makes you look at him.

“They’re still pink,” he comments, gaze fixated on your mouth.

“Pretty good quality, huh?” you answer, and your boyfriend shows you a hint of a sheepish smile, before diving back in to kiss you again. He runs his tongue across your bottom lip, and once you permit him to enter, you take the lead and set the pace. Pushing him back by his shoulders slowly until he’s lying flat on the couch and you’re on top of him, your lips don’t leave him for even a second. Only when you’re out of breath do you part for the bat of an eye. Then you go right back to sharing sweet but passionate kisses. 

You moan when you feel his hands starting to roam your body, fingertips exploring your frame carefully. It makes you smile into the kiss, and you roll your hips against his once in appreciation.

“Still pink?” you breathe when you come back up to allow for you to properly look at each other’s faces. Seoho moves one of his hands to your face, his thumb softly tracing the outlines of your lips.

“Yeah,” he simply answers. “Mine?”

“Yes,” you smile. “I think it takes some more work to get it all off.” You shoot him an inviting glance, raising an eyebrow at him. Moving his hand to the back of your head, he pulls you closer, and just before your lips touch, you hear him mutter,

“Let’s get to work then.”