#Seungkwan Oneshot

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✧ seungkwan x reader

✧ summary: you and seungkwan were new to relationships, and netiher of you felt rushed to do anything. six months in, and you both still haven't had sex. but then you start looking at his hands and thighs, and find you just can't help yourself.

✧ wc is approx 5.8k

✧ warnings/tags: virgin! reader, virgin! seungkwan; seungkwan is mentioned to be reader's first kiss. pet names, tons of consent; reader has a wild mind. reader is female-coded. awkward and sweet first times, laughter during sex. riding thighs; fingering; cumming in underwear. reader is demi coded. confessions during sex. seungkwan gets called (jokingly) princess except now i'm thinking abt it more. seungkwan is a romantic; mingyu is nosey; seungcheol has bad movie taste (sorry bb)

✧ note: send me a message if you think any more tags/warnings should be added! not edited. google told me i switch between british grammar and american, so if there's extra vowels thrown into places just ignore it :)

Seungkwan never made you feel rushed. 

The two of you walked the path of your relationship at your own pace. Mingyu said the two of you were moving slowly, too slowly, but you never felt like you were. Your relationship moved at its own pace, one comfortable to the both of you, and neither of you minded it. 

Your first kiss had been in your front hallway as he dropped you off after your first official date. He had bitten his lip, glancing between your mouth and eyes as you talked about how you had enjoyed the night. 

Then, you let your smile blossom. You stepped to him, the tip of your shoe brushing against his. “You can kiss me if you want to,” you had muttered, looking at his pretty mouth. “But know you’ll be my first, so I won’t know what to do.”

Seungkwan’s answering smile was brilliant, and he slowly reached up to cup your face. His hands were large, encompassing your cheeks. He lowered his face, nose brushing yours. “Is it bad that makes me happy? Knowing I’ll be your first kiss?”

Your hands made their way into his shirt, curling into the fabric and tugging. You pushed up, letting your lips brush against his in answer. 

During a truth and dare session that followed after your first kiss, Mingyu, who made it his business to know your business, asked you when your first kiss was. When you had answered honestly, that it was only a few weeks before and with Seungkwan, Mingyu had gasped, as if it was rare for someone your age to have gone all this time without kissing. 

But, remembering how Seungkwan’s lips gently moved against yours, pressing and giving and guiding, you couldn’t be bothered to be offended. Not when you knew how precious your first kiss had been; not when you had shared it with Boo Seungkwan. 

Despite Seungkwan’s experience in kissing, which he assured you was hardly any, the relationship between the two of you brought a lot of new experiences for the both of you. Neither of you had really dated before one another, finding a different sort of loneliness in your young adulthood that your friends never seemed to share. 

“I’ve never brought someone to meet my grandma,” Seungkwan admitted as you parked outside his grandma’s home. 

“I’ve never kissed anyone in a theater before,” Seungkwan confessed as you pulled away from where you had leaned across the seat.

“No one’s ever called me that before,” Seungkwan admitted as you mouthed against his neck one evening, a breathy darling leaving your lips. 

“I’ve never spent Valentines with a partner,” He had laughed as the two of you were rejected from the restaurant, which was filled to the brim with couples who had the same idea as you for the Valentines evening. 

“I’ve never had sex before,” He had blurted during the evening of your fourth-month anniversary. You blinked from across the kitchen island at him, holding the saucepan in one hand and the wooden spoon in the other as you were preparing his pasta plate. “Just -- just in case you’re wanting . . .”

“Well, I’m not in a rush if you’re not.”

And so it was just another thing the two of you had decided to breach when the moment came. You didn’t want to plan for it; didn’t want to force the moment. It would happen when it did, and the best either of you could do was prepare for when it did happen. 

Not that you didn’t want to. 

Sometimes you looked at Seungkwan and couldn’t help but feel a need, a desperation, that was entirely foreign. One that had you battling the urge to grab him from where he stood talking to Seokmin, laughing and brushing back his stray bangs that had managed to escape his pushed-back hair, pulling him away from his friend and into the car for some privacy. 

One horrifying time it had happened when he was cooing at a baby. He was reaching out, fingers brushing against the infant’s soft cheek, complimenting her on how sweet she was. Seungkwan’s lips were curling, obviously endeared by the baby, eyes soft and gentle and filled with a sort of adoration that reminded you of how he looked at you.

You were absolutely appalled at your urge to whisk him away from the baby and jump him, to press your hands underneath his shirt and feel his stomach flex as you pressed desperate kisses to his neck and collar. 

Seungkwan was turning you into some sort of degenerate. Some wanton, promiscuous, shameless, licentious creature that woke up with soaked underwear and the image of Seungkwan’s bare thighs still at the forefront of your mind.

Even now, sitting next to Seungkwan and watching a movie, those salacious thoughts sent wetness gushing from your pussy and had you shifting in your seat, fighting to keep your cool.

It wasn’t as if the two of you were watching anything pornographic. It was some movie Seungcheol had suggested, one with too many fights and villains and not enough plot or good writing. You had attempted to watch it, of course you had. Date night, whether it was sitting on your couch and watching a movie or walking alongside the river, hand in hand, was something that never failed to brighten your day and put a smile on your face. 

But after another cliche, misogynistic comment by the red-headed love interest who served as nothing more than a plot device, you rolled your eyes and chanced a look at Seungkwan. Seungkwan didn’t like action movies, had gotten bored watching the Dark Night and would much rather see a good romance (your first “argument” had been over whether Love, Actually, was actually any good and how only two aspects of the movie didn’t salvage the entire thing from being bad). 

The romance between the lead and the love interest was enough to keep Seungkwan keyed in on the movie. He watched with wide eyes as the red head pressed a kiss to the lead’s lips before rushing away, ashamed at her bravery. 

Your Boo Seungkwan was so fucking cute, you couldn’t help but think. There was a blush on his cheeks and on his ears as he watched the lead run after the red head and sweep her up into a classic Hollywood-style kiss. He watched eagerly, practically drinking the scene up. 

Then he licked his lips and it was game over for you. 

Seungkwan’s mouth, which you had stared at far too often, was small and pouty and constantly tempting. A day without kissing Seungkwan was a day wasted, in your opinion. 

His hair was slightly wavy from the shower he took before coming over, brown bangs brushing against the edges of his eyes, where his lower and upper lids kissed. It had grown longer in the months the two of you had been dating, and you never ever dared complain. 

From his hair your gaze went to his ears. There was your favorite place to kiss besides his lips (and neck and collar and shoulder and the spot where his neck and collar met, and his --). Three beauty marks, perfectly spaced, practically begging for the brush of your lips. 

Movement brought your eyes from his ears. Seungkwan’s eyes were still trained on the movie, but he had begun pushing up the sleeves of his hoodie. His forearms flexed, veins appearing, and you were transfixed as you watched his hands, his impossibly beautiful and elegant hands, slid up his forearms to push up his sleeves. His fingers were long and smooth, the veins of his hands prominent. 

What did it say about you, you wondered, that you had dreams of those hands. That you had dreamt before about his hands running up your thighs, fingers skimming the hem of your shorts; his fingers pressing against the wet spot in your underwear, the tips of his fingers dipping underneath the waistband of your underwear; the pads of his fingers brushing against your clit. 

Fuck. 

Your heart in your throat, you shifted against the couch. The insides of your thighs brushed against your underwear, the cold wetness that soaked it shocking you. 

“This is a good movie,” Seungkwan said, bringing your attention from where his hands had settled on his thighs. “I really like the romance in it.”

You glanced at the screen. The lead was verbally fighting his mentor in a moment that would, surely, lead to a horrific death scene from the mentor where the lead was choking out apologies. “Yeah. I can see why Seungcheol liked it.”

Seungkwan hummed. Your eyes went back to his thighs. 

His thighs. Seungkwan opted for wearing shorts more often than not, and everytime you were gifted with the sight of his smooth, tanned skin you wanted to fall to your knees. His thighs were meaty from hours filled with cardio, and you constantly wanted to dig your fingers into the flesh and feel. 

You wanted to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his thighs in worship; suck them, nibble at them, listen to Seungkwan’s breathy whines as you teased him. You wanted to feel them squeeze around your shoulders as you took his cock into your mouth, wanted to feel them beneath your own thighs as you bounced on his cock. 

You could feel the wetness that trickled from your pussy, could the slide of it. Your pussy clenched around nothing in desperation. Shame flooded through you, and you took a heavy breath, feeling as though you hadn’t been breathing all this time. 

Thighs clenching, you threw one over the other and squeezed in an attempt to quench your thirst. 

All it did, however, was get Seungkwan’s attention. Your boyfriend glanced at you, head tilted. “You okay?”

You smiled at him, reaching out and setting your hand on his and squeezing. “Yeah. Just getting hungry is all.”

“We can order something now, if you want,” Seungkwan offered. “I can pause the movie.”

You laughed breathlessly, leaning against him and burrowing your face into his shoulder. Seungkwan smelled good, as he always did. Like laundry softener and lavender, cotton sheets and freshness. 

“We can order after.” You said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “It’s not so bad.”

Seungkwan angled his head to press an awkward kiss to your hair. Then he went back to watching the movie. 

The hunger in your stomach was nothing compared to the hunger, lust, you felt for him. 

You licked your lips, eyeing the full curve of his cheeks and the hardness of his jaw. Like a parched man offered a cup of water, you desperately drank him in. The stretch of his neck, unmarked; the beauty marks near his ear; the angle of his fingers as he reached up and brushed his bangs away from his eyes, how they softly settled back on his thighs. 

Seungkwan’s navy blue shorts had ridden up, revealing the meatiness of his thighs that had you swallowing nothing, pussy clenching around nothing. 

You wanted your mouth on those thighs, wanting your hands on them. You wanted to be sat on them, pussy grinding down, clit dragging against his bare skin and riding them. 

Slowly, without drawing his attention from the movie, your hand went to his thigh. Seungkwan’s hand went to yours, fingers lacing together instinctively, and you wanted to curse at your boyfriend’s innocence while you were suffering. 

You took your time unwinding your hand from his. First you started with your thumb brushing gently against his warm skin. Then you shifted your hands so only your middle three fingers were tangled with his, your pinky laying against his thigh and thumb constantly kissing his skin. 

Seungkwan huffed when you fully separated your hands, turning to you with a pout. “Why aren’t you holding my hand, Y/n?”

You chuckled at his whine, peering up at him. Your heart was full of adoration for the boy next to you, and you wondered if your eyes were dripping honey from how sweet he made you feel. 

How ironic it was that Seungkwan had your heart feeling as if it would burst out sunshine while also making your pussy constantly gushed wetness. 

“What a baby,” you teased, nudging his shoulder with yours. “Why don’t you put your arm around me so we can cuddle, baby?”

Seungkwan huffed, still looking offended. But he did as you suggested, his arm going around your shoulders and hugging you to his side. His warmth melted into you, and the position leaning into him, one of your thighs over the other, allowing you to frantically squeeze in a foolish attempt to ease the throbbing of your pussy. 

However, this position allowed you to do something important. 

With his hand brushing against your shoulder, it gave you free reign over his thigh. You settled your hand on his thigh, face towards the television in an attempt to make it seem mindless. His thigh flexed against your hand before relaxing, and you squeezed in response. 

The two of you sat for a handful of moments, Seungkwan content while your fingers brushed against his thighs. He was deeply immersed in the movie still, watching as the mentor was killed by the villian. 

Your hand shifted, sliding up his thigh and stopping where his shorts had ridden up. You tapped your forefinger against his flesh, trying to keep up the relaxed appearance. 

You wanted to suffocate between his thighs. Wanting to take them into your mouth and suck and bite, wanting to pinch and listen to his cries as you swallowed around his cock and knead them. Wanted to hold onto them as you dragged your throat down his cock, his length bringing tears to your eyes as you swallowed his cock back down and took it deep. 

Your pussy gushed again. You couldn’t salvage your underwear, no way. 

Maybe you could take them off and leave them somewhere he could see, you wondered. You imagined him taking notice of your underwear, imagined the red blush that would take over his face. Imagined him bending down, hesitant as he reached to grab them. Imagined him feeling the wet spot left by your pussy; him slowly bringing your underwear up and to his nose, smelling the fragrance of your cunt. 

Fuck, fuck. 

Your hand moved again, sliding underneath his shorts and towards his inner thigh. You still fought to look at the television. 

Seungkwan sucked in a breath from beside you. He snapped his head towards you as you squeezed the fat of his thigh, your name leaving his lips in something crossed between a warning and a sigh. 

You glanced at him, brows furrowed in false confusion. “Something wrong, darling?”

He stared at you for a moment more. You waited for him to admonish you, for him to ask you to remove your hand; for him to draw the line. You’d stop, of course, would retract your hand and press a kiss to his cheek in apology. 

But he did none of those things. Instead Seungkwan pressed his lips together, narrowed his eyes at you, and then went back to watching the movie. 

Grinning and feeling like the cat that got the canary, your hand sunk further into his shorts. Seungkwan took a long, shuddering breath as your fingers brushed against the edge of his underwear. You played with the edge, smoothing your fingers over and under it, nails brushing against his skin. 

“How’s the movie, baby?”

Seungkwan tightened his jaw. “Good.”

“It’s good?” You responded, biting at your lip to suppress your grin and doing a bad job of it. Seungkwan nodded. 

You shifted, turning on your side and rising. His eyes immediately snapped to you. “Keep watching the movie, baby. You said it was good.”

“What are you --”

“Don’t pay me any attention,” you said. When Seungkwan didn’t look away from you, your free hand went to his jaw. You softly nudged his face with your fingers, turning it from you and to the television. “That’s a good boy.”

The answering inhale from Seungkwan had your pussy clenching once more. You hummed, moving to your knees. You pressed your face into his neck, nose pressing against his warm skin, lips ghosting. Your hand pressed up the fabric of his shorts, bearing his thigh, before it settled over the bulge pressing against his underwear. 

Seungkwan let out another shaky breath, his eyebrows furrowing. The arm that was around you moved, clutching at your shirt. 

You kissed his neck, keeping your hand still. “You good?”

He hummed, a slightly shrill noise. 

“Shall I keep going?”

You could feel his answering nod against your head. “I need words, babe.”

“Please,” he begged, voice breathy and the hand in your shirt repositioning to grab more of it and clench. A blush high onto his cheeks. 

You pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to his skin. Slowly, gently, you began moving your hand against his clothed dick. Your hand moved in a constant soothing motion, rubbing. “You might have to tell me what to do, baby.”

“Touch --” Seungkwan cleared his throat. You kissed his neck again, though this was unlike any of the innocent kisses you had been laying. You kissed his neck as if you were kissing his mouth, lips rolling against his skin. “Touch me, please.”

“I am,” you reminded him. You pressed your heel down on his bulge in proof. 

Seungkwan moved his face towards you. His face was still flushed, his brows still furrowed and lips still pouting. His dark eyes were wide, pupils large. “Please.”

You pulled away from him in response. He made a protesting noise, moving to reach for you and pull you back. You moved farther away from him, hands meeting his and stopping him. “Take off your hoodie, Seungkwan.”

He compiled, making quick work of his baby blue hoodie and throwing it to the floor. Seungkwan’s shoulders had broadened due to his hard work at the gym, and the muscle on his biceps were impressive. 

You drank him in eagerly. His chest wasn’t as tanned as the rest of him, but it still had you practically drooling. Working out had given definition to his chest, had given weight to his pecs. You wondered what they would feel like in your hands, what they would look like decorated with red and purple bruises left by your mouth.

His breathless whine of your name brought you out of your imagination. You stood from the couch, hands going to the waist of your pants. “This okay, Kwannie?”

At his answering nod, you were shoving your pants down to your ankles. You kicked them off, ignoring Seungkwan’s shocked inhale, and then were climbing on top of him. 

Your hands went to his shoulders, pushing him back and flush against the couch. You straddled one of his thighs, knees on either side with one brushing against his bulge. His hands went to your shirt, yours smoothing down his biceps and squeezing the muscle. “Tell me if you’re nervous. Okay?”

Seungkwan laughed breathlessly. “Of course I’m nervous. I’m about to lose my virginity to the love of my life.”

Your eyes widened, and his immediately followed suit. Both of you froze against one another, hands still, breaths suspended. 

Then your heart swelled, feeling as though someone had filled it with sun. You laughed breathlessly, hands sliding up his biceps and shoulders to cradle his neck. Pressing close, you brought your mouth to his and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. 

“And the love of my life is a massive dork,” you said, nose pressing against his cheek. 

His mouth sought yours in answer, pressing an open-mouthed kiss there. Your hands moved to his hair, fingers sinking into the strands and tugging. His tongue went to the seam of your lips and you opened them easily, tongue sliding against his. 

Seungkwan’s hands began wandering, moving from your shirt to the hem. His fingers slipped beneath your shirt, pressing against the base of your spine. Seungkwan broke away from the kiss, his mouth smeared with spit. “This okay?”

“It’s okay,” you returned, taking his lower lip between your lips and sucking. Seungkwan moaned, a deep sound that seemed so at odds with your lovely boy. 

His hands went up your back, nails scraping against your skin. Your mouth wandered from his, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his chin and underneath it. One of your hands moved from his hair, ghosting over his chest. You felt his stomach jump underneath your fingers as you pressed your palm there. “Okay?”

Seungkwan nodded. You took pity on him and didn’t ask again. Your mouth skimmed his neck before attaching to the part where it met his shoulder, taking the skin between your teeth and before sucking. His chest moved against yours as he sucked in a deep breath. 

Then you settled your hand over his bulge, squeezing through his shorts. Seungkwan let out a loud groan in response, his neck straining as he tossed his head back. 

You began marking in earnest in response to his moans and groans, hand smoothing over his dick, rubbing it through the fabric. His nails began to dig into the skin of your back, scraping and pinching.

Soon enough Seungkwan began panting, his breath hot and heavy in your ear. You shifted, sucking another hickey onto his collar, before pulling away. “Hold onto me. Okay, baby?”

Seungkwan’s hands moved from your back to your hips, holding as you asked. You sat back, separating your torso from his and taking a good look at your boyfriend. His blush not only was on his cheeks but spread down his neck, the flush joining the red blossoms left by your mouth in painting a picture of a debauched man. 

His thigh flexed beneath you. Taking the opportunity, you grinded down. Your pussy dragged against his thigh, creating a faint spark of friction that sent another gush of fluid. 

Seungkwan gasped, mouth dropping open and head tipping. “Fuck,” he hissed, brows meeting. “Fuck. You’re so fucking wet.”

You laughed, grinding down again. His hands gripped at your hips, nails digging in. You took care to ensure your clit dragged down, the movement making your mouth go ajar and hips cock forward once more in an attempt to feel the relief once more.

“Can you,” Seungkwan began, his voice deep and dark and sending another gush of wetness out of your pussy and further soaking your underwear. Seungkwan let out a little moan at feeling the wetness taint your underwear, soaking his bare thighs. “Can you cum? Just from that?”

“I don’t know,” you honestly replied. “I feel like I could.”

Then your hands were back on him, going to his waistband. You used one hand to pry open his shorts and underwear, holding it open for your other hand to slide down his pelvis, feeling the little curls of the hair there brush against your palm. 

When your fingers brushed against the base of his dick, you couldn’t help but pause. Your eyes went up to his, unsure. Seungkwan’s hands squeezed your hips. “You don’t have to. We can -- we can stop.”

You shook your head. You moved your hand, skin gliding against his dick. It felt impossibly big and heavy in your hand. Seungkwan shivered, eyes fluttering shut and head going back to rest against the couch. 

More curious than anything, you moved your hand over his dick, exploring. You mapped the veins of it, following them down to the head. You pushed your thumb against the head, wetness from it spurting out onto your hand. 

Seungkwan let out a weak exhale. “We -- usually I use lube or something. It. It makes it easier.”

You retracted your hand from his pants. You offered it to him, palm out. Seungkwan closed his eyes, inhaling. Then he leaned forward, tongue poking out from his mouth. He began running his tongue over your hand, spreading his spit. 

Absent-mindedly you began rocking your hips, grinding your pussy against his thigh once more. His tongue ran over your palm and fingers, coating it in his spit. You thought about his tongue on your wrist, your shoulder; then your breast, dragging down your stomach and to your pussy. 

You leaned forward against his thigh, bearing down on him and grinding down aggressively. You lowered your head, hair falling and framing your face. One of Seungkwan’s hands left your hips, moving to grab the wrist of the hand he had been licking -- licking!!!! 

Seungkwan tugged. You looked up. “Here. Get off for a moment.”

You did as he asked, stumbling. Seungkwan raised his hips off the couch, pulling down his shorts and letting them drop beside the couch. Then he shimmied away, moving so he was laying down the length of the couch. He looked embarrassed, laying there, nearly entirely bare for your eyes. 

“Get on me,” Seungkwan said, though it sounded more like a question than anything. “Straddle my -- my --” 

His face was a brilliant shade of red, and he turned away from you to look at the ceiling. Once Seungkwan wasn’t looking at you he was able to speak. “Straddle my dick and grind down on it.”

Never one to object from a good idea, you slowly made your way on top of Seungkwan. Your knees dug into the couch on either side of his hips, and when you positioned yourself so your pussy was directly over his clothed dick, the both of you let out matching moans. 

His hands went to your hips again. Seungkwan slowly began guiding you into a gentle rocking motion, letting your pussy guide up and down his bulge, letting you grind down on him and use his length. 

You leaned forward, hands bracing on his chest. His loud pants and broken moans filled your ears, clouding your brain. You dragged your pussy down his length and back up it, using it like you would your own hand. Each drag was delicious, had you shoving yourself back down and searching for more friction, for more press. 

“Wait,” Seungkwan panted. You looked up at him. He was breathing heavily, bangs beginning to stick to his forehead from his sweat. “I’ll -- I think I’ll come from this.”

“Just from this?” You asked, brow furrowed. You grinded down on him and Seungkwan let out a loud groan in response, eyes fluttering and tipping his head back. 

Delighted, you kept on moving on top of Seungkwan, watching him. Your boyfriend was always so expressive. You knew when he was mad, irritated, when he was happy or amused. Watching him now, brows furrowed, face red and mouth parted with sweet moans escaping his lips, you had another face to add to your mental catalogue.

Then his jaw dropped; his grip on your hips tightened and his hips were bucking up, a loud, low moan ripping from his mouth. You watched, amazed, as Seungkwan thrusted up into you twice more before his voice broke off. 

He stilled beneath you, going lax. Seungkwan’s chest heaved, and his hands left your hips to hide his face. He let out a high little whine. “I can’t believe I did that.”

You shifted up his body, reaching for his hands and prying them away from his face. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Seungkwan pouted, sticking out his lower lip. “I’m fine. Just have to live with the knowledge that I came in my pants the first time I ever had sex for the rest of my life.”

You laughed, leaning down and kissing his pout. “It’s okay,” you giggled, kissing his mouth twice more before moving to kiss his cheeks. “It’s cute.”

Seungkwan narrowed his eyes at you. His hands returned to your body, and then he was moving you off of him. You went easily, letting Seungkwan guide you to lay against the other end of the couch. “What’s up, babe?”

“Your turn,” Seungkwan announced, determination heavy on his tongue. He grabbed two pillows that had fallen off the couch. Seungkwan settled one beneath your head; his fingers ran down over your shirt before he found your hips, lifting them up to settle the other pillow. “This good?”

You hummed, shaking your hips. “Comfy as can be!”

Seungkwan huffed. Then his fingers -- his long, beautiful fingers that you dreamt of -- were pulling down at your underwear. You lifted your hips off the pillow so he could guide them down your legs. Seungkwan dropped them beside the couch, and you watched, tongue flicking out to run over your lips in anticipation, as his hands went to your ankles. 

For a moment he just stared at you. Like you were a piece of art, a Mona Lisa amongst masterpieces, an angel amongst humans. His dark eyes took in your wild hair, the heaving of your chest; where your shirt had ridden up, revealing the soft curve of your stomach, the hair surrounding your pussy. 

“Tell me when to stop.” Seungkwan said. His hands ran along your legs as he spread them out, making room to be between them. Goosebumps raised along the trail his fingers left behind. 

Your pussy gushed in anticipation. Your heart seemed to stop, and you know for a fact your brain did. His fingers hovered over your thighs, ghosting your skin. 

Then his hands were on your pussy. One of his hands held it open, fingers splayed around your lips. His other hand went to your clit, thumb attaching itself to it. Immediately you gasped, hips bearing down in an attempt to seek more.

Seungkwan laughed breathlessly, watching. His thumb pressed down on your clit, offering itself. “God. You really are soaked. I didn’t realize you could get so wet.”

You furrowed your brow. One of your hands gripped at the cushion beneath you, the other moving to grip at the cushion pressed against your side. You continued grinding down on his thumb, feeling the friction mount within your gut. 

Seungkwan continued talking all the while, eyes still watching your pussy. As he talked he maneuvered his hand, fingers brushing against your entrance. “I knew pussies --” Another wave of wetness escaped from your pussy after that word, that crude, horrid, delightful word, left his lips. “-- got wet. But fuck. Your underwear was drenched, baby. And your pussy? It’s soaking. If I put my mouth down there I’d fucking drown, I think.”

The image of Seungkwan’s head between your thighs, mouth attaching itself to your pussy and clit, sent a moan from your lips. His fingers continued moving, one of them dipping into your entrance. “It’s like. It’s like your pussy is begging me to put something in.”

“Please,” You whispered, hips bucking into his hold. “Please, Kwannie.”

Then two of his fingers were dipping inside you. If he tried to move slowly, it was to no avail; your pussy greedily sucked him in, squeezing around his digits as if they were his dick instead. 

You gasped, feeling as his fingers, which had a better angle than yours ever did, stretched your walls. He didn’t move them much, shifting every few seconds. His thumb continued to work against your clit, however, and you felt something tightening in your gut, as if someone was pulling a string taut. 

“Fuck,” Seungkwan breathed, “fuck you’re beautiful.”

And then the string was cut, and your orgasm washed over you in wave after wave. Seungkwan kept pressing his thumb against your clit, his fingers inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut as your body tightened and released, and as it released you felt as if every single worry you ever had about anything left with the tension. 

Slowly, as to not harm you, Seungkwan removed his fingers. You let out a soft little whine as he did, eyes opening just enough to watch him. He held his hand up, splaying out his fingers. Your fluids glistened in the light, strings of it connecting his fingers. 

You forced your eyes shut. Seungkwan shifted off the couch. For a moment there was quiet. 

“Uh. I didn’t bring another pair of underwear.”

You looked at him. He had your discarded pants in one hand, the other hand burrowed into the fabric -- no doubt getting your fluids off of his hand. You looked over his body, taking in the muscles of his thighs and calves and arms. The golden skin, the beauty marks and moles that decorated him. 

You wanted to press him to the bed and kiss each and every single mark.

For another time, you decided. Instead you slowly moved into a sitting position, kicking out the pillow from beneath your hips. “I’ll have to throw them into the wash. I think I have something that’ll fit you.”

“It’ll take all night to get clean,” Seungkwan mumbled, pouting. 

You grinned, opening your arms. Seungkwan dropped your pants and went to you, sliding his arms around your shoulders and yours going around his middle. You pressed a kiss to his stomach, enjoying the feel of it against your cheek. 

“Then you’ll just have to stay the night.”

Seungkwan sighed. “I guess.”

You mocked him, screwing up your face and peering at him. “How horrible of me to offer for my boyfriend, who took my first kiss and my virginity, to spend the night. Should’ve kicked you out as soon as I finished.”

“Please,” Seungkwan said, rolling his eyes. “You were so wowed by my performance you couldn’t even move.”

You burrowed your face back into his stomach. “Whatever you say, princess. I’ll throw the clothes into the wash, you order our food? And we can just eat in bed and cuddle?”

Seungkwan hummed, fingers running along your shoulders. His hands settled on either side of your head, moving your face from his stomach. You pouted up at him. “I mean, I guess that’ll be all right. I suppose you want Mexican.”

You nodded, lips parting in a wide smile. Seungkwan laughed, and then he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “We’ll have to start the movie over again.”

“What movie?”

Seungkwan paused, pulling away to look down at you. “Uh. The movie Seungcheol recommended?”

“Oh,” you said. “Okay. So. Here’s the thing. That movie fucking sucks.”

Seungkwan’s eyes widened. “But -- the romance! The chemistry between the mains! You can’t tell me that you don’t see it!”

You stood. The wetness between your thighs had begun to stick, and you couldn’t help but wince. “Yeah, no. We’re not watching it.”

“But --” Seungkwan pouted, sticking out his lips and widening his eyes. It was his classic puppy-eyed look, the one that had you handing everything to him on a silver platter. “But baby! If you love me like you said you do, you’ll replay the movie and watch it with me!”

Sighing, you went to him. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, rising to your heels and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I do love you, Boo Seungkwan. So much.

“But I don’t love you that much.”

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[beefboyandbabygirl]

this is my first (1st!!) ever request so im sorry if im not clear or if anything is too vague.. </3 just had a thought about virgin!svt member (any one of your choice) x experienced but shy reader?? like they usually tease each other like crazy and reader is kind of cocky and all bratty (basically all talk) but when it comes to actual sex they're unexpectedly crazy shy and the member just 😞😞 cant get enough... im just curious about how you'd write the dynamic :) it can be vice versa as well! feel free to write about whoever comes to mind when you read this!

- anon 🐱❤️

oh my gooood im so honored to be ur first request hihi <3 i hope u like it!!

Show me how

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pairing: seungkwan x fem!reader

genre: smut, first time, fluffish

warnings: unprotected sex, handjob, mentions of oral, kissing, mentions of making out, veryyyy slight degredation, mentions of restraint, mentions of masturbation

beefboy quotes: "kitten wants seungkwans cock🤧" (im sorry for including this but it made me laugh) "IM WET".

wordcount: 1k

a/n: phew this was a difficult one. im practising writing more detailed smut and do a little less plot lmao. beefboy says its working so im going to trust i did okay haha.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why this is happening right now.” 

What you had told Seungkwan was true. You were fairly experienced when it came to sex. However, experienced didn’t exactly equate to confident, even though you might have given him that idea. And it wasn’t on purpose. It wasn’t like you had tried to fool him, or pretend you were something you weren’t. All the dirty secrets whispered to make him blush, the not-so-accidental brushes of your ass over his crotch or fingers over his chest, were done out of pure love and adoration. You liked to tease him, and he absolutely loved when you teased him. 

You just wanted his first time to be special, and now you were afraid it was all ruined. 

“No, why are you apologizing? You’re doing great.”

He was laid out beneath you, already all sweaty and glowy from the heavy makeout session that had prompted the current situation. A large hand gently came in touch with one of the thighs straddling his torso, silently saying it’s okay, we’re okay. And his pupils were all blown out, and the room was dimly lit and humid. It was beautiful and perfect. He was perfect, and you were ruining it. 

It all felt completely upside down to you. That he was giving the reassuring words and the calming touches when he was supposed to be the nervous one. He didn’t look nervous at all. He sported that confident smile, the inquiring tilt of his head and he was shirtless underneath your bare thighs. 

“I just feel like I've let you down. Like I made you expect all these things for tonight, that I was supposed to be all dominating, and sexy and what not-”

“Babe, you’re literally so fucking sexy.” 

“Oh yeah, suddenly having a mental breakdown in the middle of your boyfriend's first time. So sexy of me.”

Without replying he grabbed you by the hips, giving them a gentle squeeze and locking eyes with you for permission. Your ‘yes’ was barely a whisper. Slowly, he shuffled you further down his body, so you were positioned over his cock. His hard cock. Really hard and also, really big. Not that you were surprised. 

“You feel that?” 

None of you were even moving, not even the slightest, and yet sparks of pleasure were rushing through you. He could probably feel the wetness soaking through your panties and onto the fabric covering his hard dick, but for the first time that night, you didn’t care. You didn’t care that you were nervous, you didn’t feel like you had a single expectation to live up to or promise to fulfill. He was hard, and you had barely done anything, which made you both incredibly relieved and wet. 

“M-mhm…”

When he noticed how your shoulders suddenly dropped and your jaw unclenched, he too felt all his muscles loosen up and a held back sigh escaped him. 

“You did that baby, made me so hard. Because you’re so sexy, and beautiful and hot-”

“Okay okay, I get it.” Your attempt at shutting him up was to lean down for a kiss, but he just continued to ramble and mumble onto your lips, and you realized you shouldn’t keep him waiting much longer. 

“Can I take these off?” You asked, your voice quiet as it spilled onto his lips while your fingers hooked onto the waistband of his boxers. 

“Yes, f-fuck, please.”

Before you could even have the chance though, he was ripping them off himself, so you instead took the opportunity to take your panties off, leaving you both fully naked.

“How- How do you want me?”

His question barely registered with you as his dick entered your line of sight. You had seen each other naked a few times, sure, but only for short moments while changing clothes or walking in on the other showering. Now his dick was so up close you could see every vein, every drop of precum leaking down his shaft, and you hadn’t even noticed you were practically laying on your stomach, crosseyed and nearly drooling at the sight. 

“Don’t look at it like that.” 

His voice snapped you out of your cockdrunk trance and you somehow managed to tear your eyes away from his cock. 

“I’m just admiring it.”

“Yeah, I can tell, but please don’t look at it like that for much longer, or I’ll actually cum untouched.”

You giggled lowly before crawling further up his body again. Your noses were touching and his heavy breaths tickled your lips as your hand dragged over his nipples, down his abs until it reached his cock. 

“That’d be so hot”, you whispered. Your boyfriend let out a breathy whimper in return, one you so badly wanted to hear again, so you wrapped your fingers tightly around his cock, squeezing until he was throbbing so hard you could have been convinced it was his heartbeat going straight into his dick. 

“You like the sound of that? I could touch myself in front of you, have you tied to the bed so you can’t touch me yourself, see how long you’ll last…”

He was already close. Embarrassingly close, but what was he supposed to do? For weeks before you asked him out he would simply think of something gross, like Vernons three week old laundry or the floor in the subway, whenever he accidentally popped a boner around you. But now, that was actually impossible. He couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t feel anything but you everywhere, in every corner of his mind. 

“Please, I’m so close…” The way your hand alternated between squeezing him at the base and going up and down in a fast motion, was making him dizzy. 

“I know, I know. You’ll get what you want”, your hand let go of his cock, as you resumed your position from a few moments ago, straddling him, but now with no layers of fabric between you. Your pussy radiated actual heat, and occasionally a drop of your wetness would fall onto his abs and trickle down towards his v-line, and if he didn’t get your pussy around him now he would probably faint. 

“Remind me what it is you want again?” 

This wasn’t your usual teasing. Even though your words were bratty as always, they were now laced with something different, something loving. You were smiling adoringly and your eyes were sparkling, and even though you were being so cruel, you were still so doting. 

“I Want…Want your pussy. Need it.”

You rewarded his answer with a quick kiss, before lining your entrance up with his cock and sinking down slowly. Seungkwans facial expression twisted into one of pleasure and he was muttering profanities into the air. 

“Feel okay?”

He felt more than okay. He had never felt better, but if you began to move even a single inch, he would cum, and he didn’t wanna be that guy. 

“Yeah- Yeah I’m fine just, fuck, give me a second…”

“Hm? But I thought this was what you wanted?”

Seungkwan knew you weren’t actually denying his request. You weren’t moving, and you wouldn’t unless he wanted you to. You were testing him. You had a goal, and once you went for something, there was no way Seungkwan could convince you otherwise. 

“I do! I do, I just don’t wanna-”

“But I do.” 

Your hips began to swivel back and forth on top of him. The subtle movement would have been barely noticeable had he not been so sensitive. 

“You can cum Seungkwan, it’s okay. I want it.”

When he didn’t argue further, when he looked at you with pleading eyes, you kept going, escalating the speed of your hips more and more, until your boyfriend was a wonderful mess underneath you, writhing and moaning desperately. 

“Cum for me, Seungkwan.”

Your words were the last tug pulling at the knot in his stomach. He was releasing inside of you, coating your walls in white and tensing every muscle in his body. It was only after the fact he got to see it, his eyes struggling to open from how tight they were shut, and once they landed on his cum dripping down your plush thighs onto his stomach it was as if the high just kept running through him. 

“Should I- Can I try to eat you out? Can you show me how?”

You hadn’t had expectations of cumming tonight. This was about him. That being said, you were hardly surprised that he wanted to return the favor, selfless as always.  

Your mind wandered to just a few moments ago, when you were so worried about ruining this moment. About making him uncomfortable, or doing something wrong, or not living up to his expectations. Now you were realizing that this hadn’t been about expectations at all. It had been about trust. Seungkwan trusted you enough to be his first. To show him how. 

And there was nothing more sexy than being trusted.

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[sungbeam]

𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

boo seungkwan x gn!reader

1.3k words, established relationship au, childhood friends 2 lovers, proposal au, fluff, super soft

a/n: for the love of our beloved boo 💖 im still obsessed w this photo of him

Boo Seungkwan asked you to marry him beneath the shade of an orange tree.

The two of you had only been about ten years old, but back then, ten years old was everything. You were two peas in a pod, forever and always. He had been pushing you on the tire swing attached to one of the sturdier, low-hanging branches, as he always did. You kicked your legs up, a grin splitting your face.

"Why are only older people allowed to get married?" he asked later that day, as the sun set across the pasture. It was one of those days where the sun's sinking broiled across the sky in vibrant rivers of orange and yellow, before bruising into deep shades of purple. You had your backs against the trunk of the orange tree, your knees pressed to your chest, and Seungkwan's hand just touching yours on the damp earth.

You gave a small shrug. "Dunno. Why do you ask?"

From the other side of his body, he raised his hand and showed you a coil of flower stems, intertwined into a miniature ring. He held it in between two pinched fingers, floating in the space between your bodies. "Wanna get married?"

Around fifteen years later, Seungkwan pulled his car up the long, winding dirt road up to the orange grove. You sat in the passenger seat, your chin settled on your arms over the open window as you gazed out at the pasture that had filled your childhood with joyous memories. In the distance, you could already make out the largest, oldest orange tree at the far end of the field, its branches plump with globes of ripe orange fruit. And, of course, the old tire swing still hung from one of its arms, drifting gently in the cool breeze.

Seungkwan parked the car where the road ended. He had been planning this picnic for a long time coming; you and he hadn't been back to this place for years now, having been occupied with your own constantly moving adult lives. And yet, he had managed to keep ahold of you—thank god, he had.

As he killed the engine to his car, he smoothed down the white button up he wore. Outwardly, his movements were natural—inwardly, the box in his pocket seemed to burn right through his skin.

"It'll be golden hour soon," he said to you softly, a smile gracing his face as he watched the strands of your hair dance across your forehead as you gazed out. He knew you felt it, too—the nostalgia. That creeping, sweeping sensation trekking down his nerves until he felt warm and fuzzy. Or maybe his chest hurt from youth long gone. But there was no time like the present to remedy that.

You lifted yourself from the window, that wistful expression still etched into your face. You met his eyes, and he nearly melted. He would never not be enamored by your every movement, your every stare. "Well, we better get going then, love."

Blanket, picnic basket—all the necessary items were withdrawn from the trunk. While you held the folded square blanket under your arm and Seungkwan with the basket, the two of you ventured into the green-gold sea of grass toward the edges of the orange grove, entwined hands swinging between your bodies.

"Wow, it's beautiful here," you said, voice barely audible. You'd hate to disturb the pure tranquility in the air.

Seungkwan gave a nod, allowing himself to get sucked into the landscape. He tilted his head back, inhaling deeply. "It is. Isn't that the rock you tripped over when we were, like, seven?" He chuckled, pointing to a rock fixture to the side of the path.

You made a face at the rock as you passed, then bumped his shoulder with yours. "Hey! I had banged-up knees for weeks!"

"Aish, what're you complaining about when I pushed you everywhere in that wheelchair?" He made a feigned noise of disappointment while shaking his head.

That made you smile. "You refused to let me use Chan's crutches."

"He probably broke them," he rolled his eyes. "I wasn't about to let you hurt yourself more from wrecked crutches."

"I'm telling Chan you said that."

"I dare you," he quipped, nose flicking up into the air. "I'm not afraid of him."

You giggled, and the sound made his heart pitter-patter like he was a teenager in love again. Then again, he wasn't so far off from then. It was strange how after all this time of being in love with you, he hadn't gotten used to the feeling. Everyday, you gave his heart a warm thrill. You were a reminder of how beautiful it was to be alive and by your side.

When you reached the foot of the orange tree, you and Seungkwan swiftly laid out the blanket, then set everything atop it. Before digging into anything, however, you walked over to the tire swing and tested the integrity of the rope, the rubber. You swept the tire seat clean from cobwebs and dirt and dust, delicately lowering yourself onto the inner ring.

Seungkwan didn't even need to be asked.

He came up behind you and grabbed either side of the tire, pulling it back a little, then letting it fly down the slight incline. "Wow, I didn't think it'd actually still hold."

"Woooo!" You cheered as you swung in the setting sun.

Seungkwan had definitely been right earlier—golden hour had approached swiftly.

He fidgeted as he continued to gently push the swing into motion for you. He had a plan—of course, he had a plan.

And when the two of you sat atop the blanket a handful of minutes later, your knees were pressed to your chest and Seungkwan's hand lingered close to yours.

He swallowed the thundering of his heart, his eyes set on the burning sunset in the distance as if even the sky were telling him that it was now or never. "Remember when I asked you that one time why only older people get married, or something like that?"

You passed him a curious, sideways smile. "Yeah. I still don't know the answer."

"Well—" he stammered, the hand on his other side struggling to dig the box out of his pocket as subtly as possible, "—do you think we're old enough yet?"

"Old enough? To get married?" You and Seungkwan had had lots of discussions about marriage before, but never had he brought up this one instance again. "I mean… I think we are. I think we're old enough to have experienced enough of life ourselves to determine when we're ready to share it with another."

Seungkwan closed his eyes as a small laugh fell from his lips. "Why are you so good at articulating these things, hm?"

You beamed, leaning forward onto your knees to peer at him with your cheek pressed to your kneecaps. "Maybe I've thought about it a lot."

Yours and his eyes met then, as the sun gave its final send off.

Seungkwan internally cheered as his fingers caught onto the ring from the pried-open jaws of the ring box.

He cleared his throat; why was it getting congested? Why now why now why now? "Then Yn Ln—" he forced stability into his voice, then presented the ring, held it between you two, "—will you marry me?"

Your breath caught in your throat. The ring—white gold band, diamond center and surrounded in petals of clear-cut stone like a blooming flower—glistened in the fading daylight. You exhaled your answer, inhaled it, breathed it out again: "Yes. Yes. Yes!"

And as Seungkwan fumbled to slide the ring onto your finger with shaky hands; as you clung onto him until he fell back onto the blanket; as the sky dimmed to periwinkle evening; you and Seungkwan were reminded of a beautiful life beneath the shade of an orange tree.

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[kmgkmg]

GIFT FROM VIRGO - BOO SEUNGKWAN

word count: 3.2k...

pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader x hansol (iconic platonic trio!)

synopsis: you and hansol decided to help seungkwan out with some shopping, except it's a bit more demanding than you originally thought.

genre/s: fluff, secretly-crushing!seungkwan, idol!svt, non-idol!reader

warnings: none!

rating: pg

a/n: a cute little platonic fic for y'all!! thank you once again @playmetheclassics for being the beta reader for this fic! <33 fic inspired by gift from virgo by beyoncé.

“And so Operation: Gift from Virgo is still a go?” Seungkwan asks with expectant eyes at his friends in front of him.

“We wouldn’t be up at 7 am if we weren’t going to help you, Kwan,” Hansol yawns before furrowing his brows, “but what’s up with the name?”

“Isn’t it named after his favorite Beyoncé song?” You infer, reaching over for a bite of the pancakes left over on Seungkwan’s plate. 

Seungkwan’s face beams with happiness, indicating that you guessed correctly, and he moves his plate closer to your spot. He warmly pats your head while proudly smiling. If anyone else saw the two of you, it would appear as if you were a dog-turned-human that he was rewarding and petting. “See Hansol, and this is why Y/N will always be my favorite.” 

You return a smile to your friend before going back to focusing on the plate in front of you. You couldn’t help but be persuaded to help when Kwan promised to treat you to breakfast at your favorite brunch spot. The fact that he purposefully left an entire blackberry and white chocolate pancake for you to eat is truly the cherry on top. Or would blackberry on top be a more proper expression to use? Completely absorbed in your own thoughts, you were unaware of the glaring between your two friends. 

“That doesn’t even make sense; you’re a Capricorn,” Hansol retorts. He truly was not cut out for the mornings. He continues to give Seungkwan a doubting look but quickly gives up because his energy level cannot compete with Seungkwan’s. 

“So everyone knows their tasks?” Seungkwan double-checks, pulling out his phone to review the extensive spreadsheet he created specifically for today. What is it that he is taking so seriously? His periodic ‘Premium Shopping Day’. It had approached quicker than usual and he somehow had managed to rope you and Hansol into helping him this time. One thing you can always count on with Seungkwan is to take advantage of discounts and sales. While your motivation for helping him could be explained by the pancakes you were currently devouring, Hansol's reason still remained a mystery to you. 

You notice Hansol eyeing the pancakes that you were nearly done with and you begrudgingly cut off a piece for him. He knew this was your favorite food. Why was he pulling on your heartstrings so early in the morning? As if a lightbulb turned on above you, you started waving your fork in the air and ‘flying’ it to Hansol’s mouth. He may have made you feel guilty for not sharing, but you weren’t going to just give him a bite without anything in return. The price for a bite? Embarrassment obviously. Hansol laughs at your behavior, before opening his mouth and taking a bite. He nods his head in approval with an expression of satisfaction that he reserved only for food that he really loved. You nod back at him, glad that you could make him a bit more energized through the power of the pancake. 

Seungkwan snapped his fingers in front of your faces, making you both break out of your food trance. He had an expression of disapproval at Hansol acting cute, nevertheless he was still awaiting your responses to his question. 

Clearing your throat, you prepared to answer Seungkwan. 

“I’m in charge of going to Aēsop, Hera,” you pause to look at the smudged writing on your palm, attempting to decipher the faded letters you wrote last night. “Sulwhasoo, um, there was one more but I can’t read it.” You embarrassedly confess, causing Seungkwan to facepalm. You both look to Hansol, expecting him to be more organized with the stores he needed to visit.

“And I’m going everywhere luxury clothes related? Balenciaga, Gucci…” Hansol trails off before turning silent, exposing that he hadn’t memorized the places Seungkwan had assigned to him either. 

“Y/N, you forgot Lancôme. Use Mingyu’s discount code that he texted in the group chat. Members being ambassadors of famous brands do have perks at times when they’re not bragging about the deals. Chwe, don’t worry I’ll send you a text with the names of the stores you need to go to,” Seungkwan rambles while you make a mental note to visit Lancôme. 

The restaurant’s warm lighting was making you drowsy and although you were fully aware you needed to start waking up, it was impossible after eating. Combining your satisfied appetite, the lighting, the relaxing music playing, and the final seal of the deal being Hansol’s subtle cologne, you found your eyelids becoming heavier and heavier. You were scrolling on your phones waiting for the mall to open anyways, so you didn’t think a quick snooze would hurt. 

Seungkwan looks at the two of you across from him, leaning on each other’s shoulders while closing your eyes. He knew when the two least morning people offered to help him shop, it would only end in a headache for him, but he couldn’t help blushing at how cute your face looked when you were dozing off. He had managed to keep his crush on you a secret from all the members which only made it harder for him to hide his heart eyes towards you whenever you did anything. Remembering the task at hand, he stops admiring you and sits up straight to recite the speech he prepared. 

“You both need to be more hyped about this, you don’t understand today is literally the best day of the year to score deals on stuff. The holidays of December are over, and we still have over a week before Lunar New Year! Sure, there might be a lot of Valentine’s Day related products being promoted, but our goal is clear. Get. All. The. Discounts.” Seungkwan emphasizes the final ‘goal,’ and finishes the long winded speech. 

You and Hansol sleepily applaud him while laughing at his exaggerated tone of urgency. 

“We can see how much these days mean to you, my boo, we’ll be sure to get everything on your spreadsheet. You can believe in us!” You encourage Seungkwan as you try to perk up, nudging Hansol with your elbow to back you up. 

Seungkwan looks away from the two of you, still not used to the nickname you gave him. He was positive that he was beet red but tried his best to conceal it by fanning himself, pretending to be hot. He thanked his ancestors for his last name before paying attention to the conversation again. 

“Yeah, totally. We might’ve forgotten what stores we’re going to-”

Your eyes darted to the man on your right, surprised by how he was choosing to comfort Seungkwan. “Why would you include that?”

“Let me finish, we might’ve forgotten what stores we’re going to, but that just means it’ll be that much fresher in our minds.” Hansol smiles innocently at you and Seungkwan, unable to tell that neither of you were pleased with how he ended his sentence. 

Seungkwan purses his lips, unamused at his friend, checking the time and noticing it was already 8. “How am I friends with you idiots?”

Hansol and you shrug before all three of you smile at each other. 

Getting up from the booth, Seungkwan motions for the two of you to follow him. “Anyways, we should head out since the mall is twenty minutes away, and I want to have a head start with the line.” 

The car ride to the mall was uneventful, besides the usual routine of Seungkwan putting on a girl group song and turning his car into a makeshift karaoke room. Hansol was sitting in the passenger seat and made a fist to function as a microphone for Seungkwan. Something that you always loved about your friendship with them is that you never dispelled each other’s energy, only ever feeding into each other’s moods and making the time you spent together that much more enjoyable. 

You get to the mall’s parking lot in no time and Seungkwan continues his motivational speech by highlighting how you all needed to divide and conquer to obtain everything on the spreadsheet. Hansol and you both salute Seungkwan in a joking manner, picking up on his eagerness to enter the mall. Like Seungkwan had predicted, there was a small line of people already forming at the doors. Being the celebrities that they are, Seungkwan put on a cap while Hansol put on a beanie to try and hide their identities. Sure, everyone was wearing masks due to the ongoing pandemic, but it still was hard to disguise themselves with regular people when they both emitted extraordinary auras. While there had been some chatter from other people waiting, all of them were understanding in Seungkwan and Hansol’s request not to be photographed. Still, they needed to maintain their images as kind idols so they conversed with fans and tried to be as polite as possible. 

The doors finally opened after a little over two hours and you could notice the instant shift in attitude of the friends beside you. Their small talk with fans ceased and you knew it was about to turn into a survival game with the other customers. Shopping was never your favorite pastime, but you didn’t mind today since it would make Seungkwan happy. 

Seungkwan was speed walking to the next store on his list, but he saw your figure in the distance struggling to carry all of your bags and immediately he stopped and chose to help you. Seeing the efforts you were taking to help him only made him fall for you more and he took a couple deep breaths to calm his heart before making his way over to you. 

You had been running around the mall’s various floors for nearly three hours, fighting tooth and nail with people over fragrances and skincare. This is definitely not how you expected your weekday morning to go and it was tiring you out at an alarming rate. You ended up carrying a ton of bags, having your wrists feel like they could fall off at any second. However, you were not going to quit on Seungkwan’s mission. You attempt to hoist the bags up from the ground to continue your tasks, but get stopped by a hand that you were acquainted with. Looking up, you see Seungkwan grabbing one-third of the bags you were responsible for. 

You try to high-five him, relieved to see a familiar face but instantly regret it as the bags you still had made it hard for you to raise your arm entirely. He also was not capable of raising either of his arms to high-five you, so you awkwardly put your hand back down before looking him properly in the face. 

“Did you get all of the stuff you wanted yet? Sorry that I’m so slow with buying things, I didn’t think it would be this intense and hardcore.” 

Seungkwan can see that you’re worn out and opts to lie to you. A harmless lie, really. 

“Yeah, I got everything I wanted. How about we take a break at that cafe?” He suggests, tilting his head in the direction of a nearby cafe. 

The fact that he was able to complete his shopping didn’t surprise you, but finishing it all in three hours made you raise an eyebrow at your friend. You’re reluctant to say yes to his offer because you still want to finish helping him out, but he doesn’t give you more time to think. He notices your hesitation and takes more of the bags you were holding to put them into his bags. Logically, it did make sense because shopping bags for clothes are bigger than the ones they give for fragrances and skincare. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel sorry that he was quite literally carrying your weight. 

You try to grab them back, but he lightly hits your hand, stopping you from doing so. 

“I’m the one who practically dragged you and Hansol to go here with me, the least I can do is carry the bags," He insists with a stern look, serious enough for you to tell that this was not an issue up for argument. 

His sudden seriousness makes you realize once again that Seungkwan is always the decision maker for your group, something that you usually preferred, but you knew that the bags were probably extremely heavy. Your hands went to grab the bags back one last time, but after you realized you had been zoning out, you also realized Seungkwan was already making his way towards the cafe. With Seungkwan walking in front of you, you finally give up and head to the cafe like he originally suggested. While following him, you were hit with an immense sense of appreciation at how much of a caring friend he is to you. You don’t know who you saved in your past life to end up with a best friend as sweet as Seungkwan.

On the walk to the cafe he talked about things besides shopping, such as how Mingyu annoyed him last night, and when you eventually arrive at the cafe he sets all the bags down on an empty table with a sigh. 

“See! The bags were too heavy for you to carry all by yourself,” You scold, resulting in Seungkwan scratching the back of his neck in an avoiding fashion. 

“Well, you looked like you were really having a hard time-”

“You didn’t drag us. We both love spending time with you, you’re our best friend. Of course we would want to help you,” You huff, leaving him speechless at your words. 

“Oh? It’s not bothersome to be with me?” He asks, in a tone more surprised than you would ever expect from him. 

“No! Why would you ever feel that way? We love you, Boo Seungkwan. Hansol and the rest of Seventeen, they’re like your family, and well for me, you’re my boo. Nobody can replace you,” You reassure him, noticing his reddened cheeks at your words. He always was weak to compliments, but you loved seeing your best friend know that he was appreciated and loved by you and his members.

Unable to bear the silence between the two of you, you rush to the counter to order Seungkwan an iced americano and a sandwich to share. He carried your bags, the least you can do is pay for his coffee. You still hadn’t decided what you were going to order, overwhelmed at the large menu. Usually before going to a new place you would look at the menu online first, but Seungkwan’s spontaneity has you thinking quickly on your feet. You ponder on what to get for a couple moments while in line, before reaching the cashier. 

As he’s sitting down, Seungkwan can’t help but feel jealous that the cashier was flirting with you and you were seemingly reciprocating. Reality hits and he acknowledges that since he doesn’t want to confess, he’s left with his one-sided love towards you forever. He wishes that he could confess, but he’s too scared that his confession would only ruin the dynamic between the three of you. 

After waiting for your number to be called, you headed back to the table with your drinks and the sandwich. You were oblivious to the inner conflict occurring in your friend’s mind. You placed the order down, arranging it on the table and taking a picture of Seungkwan and the food out of habit. Seungkwan and Vernon were always the stars of your aesthetically taken photos, something that you pride yourself on. It always made the picture better when there were handsome models to photograph. Idols as best friends did have their perks. 

As you scan the pictures you just took, you notice that Seungkwan looks down. You figure that he’s sulking because as you placed the order, he probably looked at the bags and realized that you didn’t finish shopping. Muttering a quiet thanks, he takes a sip of his iced americano and looks out the window, staring at the other shoppers in the mall.

You knew how to handle his sulkiness, he was your best friend after all. 

“I swear on my life that I will get everything on this spreadsheet!” Yes, matching his dramaticness was a sure-fire way to catch his attention. You put a hand on your heart, proving your sincerity to your best friend.

Seungkwan doesn’t know what to say since he didn’t realize his emotions could be read so easily, so he blinks at you a while before saying anything. Eventually he decides to humor you by pretending that he’s upset over you not finishing your shopping. “While I’m upset that you didn’t finish your shopping, don’t fret over it. I actually didn’t finish mine either…”

“I knew that it wasn’t humanly possible to finish all that you wrote in three hours! Seungkwan, your spreadsheet would be hard to achieve even with all of your other members,” You liven up, glad that you hadn’t disappointed him as much as you originally thought you had. You take a bite of your half of the sandwich, soon forgetting Seungkwan’s brief gloomy mood. 

Something that he did have to admit is that your obliviousness towards his crush was just another charm that made you lovable to him. He gazes at you lovingly, once again thankful that he was fortunate enough to be friends with you. 

“No way y’all are taking a break without me,” You see Vernon’s shock of betrayal at the two of you as he makes his way over to your table. He sits next to Seungkwan, grabbing the half of the sandwich in your friend’s hand and taking a bite. 

“It was incidental, I swear,” You defend, making Hansol chuckle at your earnest words. 

“You’re doing a lot of swearing today,” Seungkwan teases, causing you to roll your eyes at him. 

“Well, let’s go back to the dorms and give the members some gifts,” Hansol yawns while stretching his arms. “This way I can go back to the dorms and nap, too.” 

“Typical Hansol,” You and Seungkwan say at the same time. You then pointed at each other in awe at your thoughts being in synch. 

Hansol shakes his head, used to your behavior and grabs some of the bags to start heading back to the car. 

“Why did you want to come today anyways, Hansol?” You hit his shoulder, curious since he never explained why he tagged along.

“For these,” He shows off a box set of A24 films in a gloating manner. Now it was adding up, the movie buff needed to get his collector’s items.

Your mouth makes an ‘O’ shape, finally grasping his motives as he restarts walking to the parking lot.

“Was Operation: Gift from Virgo a failure?” You ask your other friend cautiously, picking up some bags after having the sandwich re-energize you. 

“Not completely! Plus, we can always come back whenever it’s most convenient to turn it into a total success,” Seungkwan replies, grinning at you and Hansol. 

You grin back, causing Seungkwan to nearly have a heart attack seeing you smile. He knew that he would never confess to you, but moments like these made him yearn for more. He hoped in some alternate reality you were together, and the possibility of that being true allowed him to accept his friend status in your life. He was your boo after all.

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Stay on Track ~ *Boo Seungkwan*

Summary: Seungkwan absolutely loves being a radio host and tv personality. He hates being in the mafia though. However, what he doesn’t realize is that staying in the mafia keeps you out of harms way.

Pairing: Boo Seungkwan X Fem!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Oneshot

Word Count: 3067

Warning: Swearing, mentions of being attacked and being abused (vague-ish), mentions of physical injury (vague)

Mafia Masterlist​

“Alright everyone, it appears our time is up for today. Thank you all for tuning into Kwan Talk Radio and I hope to hear from you all tomorrow. Take care and stick around for my colleague Kihyun’s segment Key-hyun of Life. Thanks everyone!” As Seungkwan started playing the next song, Kihyun entered the studio with a smile.

“Thanks Kwan. Amazing show as always.”

He laughed. Of course it was, but he needed to still appear humble. “Thanks Kihyun. I’ll be listening to your segment on my way out.”

Kihyun nodded before starting to set up. Seungkwan, on the other hand, slipped out of the studio, where he grabbed his jacket, keys, and bag. Within an instant, you were at his side, scrolling through his schedule on your tablet. He tried to discreetly roll his eyes at your persistence to take control of his daily life. He knew exactly what you were going to say as soon as you showed up next to him. Nevertheless, he decided to humor you for the briefest second.

“What’s next?” His tone was dry but he really didn’t want to hear the answer anyways.

“Jihoon wants to meet with you about a counterattack on the gang that jumped Joshua and Hoshi’s team.” You explained, exiting the radio building and opening the car door for him, that was waiting outside.

He sighed, settling into the car. He shut the door, without waiting for you to enter. “I think I’m just going to go home since I had a long day.”

Before you could protest, he rolled up his window and the driver drove away. You sighed before sending a message to Jihoon about Seungkwan not wanting to show up to the meeting. Not even five seconds later, you received his relieved reply, saying he didn’t want to have that meeting anyways.

As his chauffeur drove him back to his place on the outskirts of town, Seungkwan sighed as he rubbed his temples. He knew what he did was wrong and he made a mental note to send you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and your favorite snacks tomorrow. He didn’t hate you; far from it, actually. He really cared about you and you knew that. When you first became his assistant, he was hesitant to relinquish his schedule to you. He was so used to doing it himself, but with his growing popularity as a radio personality and influencer, he needed the help to balance between being in the public eye and doing mafia work. So you took on the job. It took him some time to get used to you, but eventually he came around to relying on you for help. In the beginning, the two of you were friends.

But things changed as his popularity grew even more, he started to change. He was offered a position on an evening talk show recently, which made it even harder for him to make time for the mafia. Now, the boys were pretty chill about having a life outside of the family, but when they needed you, you had to be there. And Seungkwan was really dropping the ball on that part of his life. In all honesty, he didn’t think he wanted to be a part of it anymore.

He’s been meaning to tell you about that, but he didn’t know how. Despite being very understanding with everything that  entailed with his hectic lifestyle, you weren’t a big fan of him quitting. Every time he thought about turning down a job or not taking an opportunity presented to him, you’d tell him to try it. You always said it was your job to organize his schedule and make sure he wasn’t overwhelmed.

But he didn’t want to be in the mafia anymore. He wasn’t really needed anyways. Jihoon had a strong and capable team with Minghao and Joshua. Minghao was the best hacker in town and Joshua had connections upon connections with different people. What did he have? He was in the public eye. If anything, he would only cause the destruction and ruin of the gang. Even if he didn’t want to be a part of their organization anymore, he didn’t want anything to happen to them.

The car rolled to a stop, Seungkwan’s driver notifying him that he was at home. He thanked him before telling him to take a dinner break before he needed to leave for the film studio for the talk show. He was going to shower, change, and get a quick bite to eat before heading out. If he was quick and stayed on track, he wouldn’t have to think about you at all.

Entering his quaint little abode, he sighed. Someone was cooking. He knew exactly who it was.

“You’re late. But I’m almost done, so you can shower and everything will be ready to go. If it makes you feel better, when I’m done setting the food out, I’ll meet you at the studio.” You called out to him.

When he made his way into the kitchen, you turned around to give him a small smile. He sighed again. “I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have said the things I said or done the things I did.”

You shook your head. “No, don’t worry about that. Go get ready, please. Then, you can leave for work.”

“Okay, whatever you say. But please, stay for dinner. I don’t want you going hungry again.” He lightly scolded before making his way to the bathroom.

After his shower and changing his clothes, Seungkwan returned to the kitchen. You were sitting there, holding out a bowl of ramen with a tender smile. He felt his heart stutter in his chest, but he pushed the feeling away. He didn’t have time to think about that. He needed to stay on track.

He thanked you as he took the bowl. “You always know exactly what I need, don’t you?”

“It’s my job.” You teased, shoving his shoulder playfully.

Nodding slowly, he looked down at his food before saying. “Well, I was thinking. What if I made your job easier?”

You laughed. “And how on Earth would you do that?”

“I’m quitting the mafia.”

Your chopsticks clattered against your bowl as you started coughing violently. Seungkwan quickly started patting your back as you slowly regained your breath control. If he knew his words were going to cause you to react like that, he would have waited until you were in the car. Honestly, he didn’t know why he told you. It just sort of came out. What he was thinking about doing was to quit the mafia before telling you. But maybe it was better this way.

“You’re doing what?” You asked, eyes wide and bewildered.

“I’m quitting.” He explained. “I’ve become a liability. I’m too deep into the public sphere that sooner or later my background is going to be exposed and people are going to get hurt.”

“Well, what if people get hurt with you quitting?” You shot back defensively.

“I’m not risking the boys, Y/n.” Seungkwan stated. “I thought you’d be happy. Now you don’t have to worry about getting all tangled up with someone who does illegal work. My record will be clean now and so will yours. I’m setting us both free, if you think about it.”

You shook your head. “I don’t think about it that way at all. I don’t understand why you’d want to quit. Sure, it’s not entirely legal, but they’re a family. Families like that, they don’t leave each other behind. They take care of each other and look out for one another. Are you really willing to leave all of that  behind?”

Well, you did have a point. Sure, he’d still see everyone around, but not as often as he was used to. Or maybe they would cut him out entirely? The Boss could be pretty unpredictable. Even her paramore Seungcheol couldn’t always guess what was going on in her mind all the time.

Seungkwan shook his head. “No, I’m sure of this decision. I’m protecting them if I leave now before my fame becomes too great. It’s the only way to keep them from danger.”

You sighed. “Will you at least sleep on it before you make a final decision? This isn’t something to be taken lightly. I want you to make sure you’re prepared for the consequences of whatever you decide. Please, will you think about it more, for me?”

Pursing his lips, he nodded. “Alright. I’ll do it. For you. But we should get going, or else we’re going to be late.”

Glancing at the time, you answered, “You go on ahead. I’ve got some work to catch up on. Jihoon said he needed me to organize some of their files. You’ll be fine without me, I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure. You go or you’re going to be late. Go on! Shoo!”

He chuckled before slipping out the front door. “Bye. See you tomorrow.”

Waving, you watched as he shut the door behind him. With a sigh, you began biting your thumb nail. You knew it was a nasty habit, but you needed to think.

You should have told him. You should have told him all about your situation and just how much his decision affected you. Really, you thought his boss or even Seungcheol would have told him about where they got his personal assistant. They should have told him that you used to be an enemy that was saved from being beaten to death in an alleyway.

Before you were Seungkwan’s personal assistant, you worked as a runner for a rival gang. They were far more bloodthirsty and triggerhappy than the Seventeen gang. You were always afraid of being hurt in one of their many senseless brawls or being taken advantage of when they were too inebriated to see straight. One day, you were unlucky and jumped in that back alley. If it wasn’t for Vernon and Seokmin, you probably would have been killed that night.

Taken to the big boss and Seungcheol, who looked far too cozy to be a boss and her second, you were interrogated over tea. You explained that you held no loyalty to them and you wanted nothing more than to leave them behind. Though the big boss suggested a normal life, perhaps working at the Chewy Cafe, Seungcheol interjected that you could be useful or a spy. In other words, they needed to keep you close. You weren’t going to protest. As long as they weren’t like the last gang, she didn’t care.

So she met Seungkwan. And even though he was a little standoffish at first, you both eventually warmed up to him. And then you became very close friends.

And then you fell in love.

Shaking your head, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. It was Hoshi. At least he was a friendly voice and you just needed someone to talk to.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/n? Are you with Seungkwan?” He asked.

You shook your head out of habit. “No, I’m not. Why? Is something wrong? Does he need me?”

“No, I was just wondering where you were. Are you still at his place?”

“Yes, I-”

The world went black and the phone fell to the floor.

Seungkwan didn’t know that you had been attacked until a commercial break in his show. On his way, he had called Jihoon to let him know that he was no longer a part of the mafia. He tried to talk him out of it, but it was half-assed. Seungkwan wasn’t surprised though. He knew Jihoon didn’t like being in the mafia either. However, Jihoon did promise to give you protection until you were settled into a new life. It was what Seungkwan wanted. You deserved a better life than the one he was giving you anyways.

Arriving at the studio, he was distracted. It wasn’t normal for him but he was thinking about his new found freedom. Something about it felt bittersweet to him. Sure he was going to miss his friends, but it needed to be done, and he could always make new friends. However a small part of him had introduced the awful idea that once you found out about your new found freedom, you wouldn’t want to see him again. He hoped his harshness hadn’t pushed you away for good.

The show was uneventful and boring. Seungkwan just wanted it to get over as soon as possible so he could go home and talk to you. While he was glancing behind the cameras, he noticed Chan, frantically waving his phone. It was then that he could tell something was wrong.

During the commercial break, he answered the phone that Chan practically shoved in his hands. “Hello? What happened? It must have been something bad if you had to send a lackey-”

“Y/n was attacked at your place.”

Seungkwan almost dropped his phone. “What do you mean she was attacked, Cheol?”

“I mean while you were out leaving all of us behind, your little assistant was assaulted at your place by her former gang. She managed to take a couple guys out after being dealt a major concussion, but it was Hoshi who dispatched backup. Your stuff is being packed up as we speak and being moved to the mansion. You better get here as soon as possible. Boss is still looking after her with Mingyu.”

He nodded. “Yes, I’m on my way.”

After quickly explaining to the crew, they allowed him to leave to make sure you were okay. With Chan in tow, he stormed to the parking garage and sped to the mansion. Chan tried to talk to him once, but when he was almost punched in the jaw, he kept his mouth shut the whole way back. Besides, he was too terrified about Seungkwan’s reckless driving to say much without wanting to vomit.

Arriving at the mansion, Jeonghan pointed in the direction of the infirmary. “She should be getting out soon. I’ll take care of the kid. You go.”

Seungkwan gave a curt nod before heading to the infirmary. As soon as he saw it, Mingyu left with the boss, both of them looking relieved to see him.

The boss grabbed his shoulders before he could storm in there. “Before I allow you to go wake her up, we need to talk about some things.”

“Hell yeah we need to talk about things.” He shrugged her hands off of him. “What the hell do you mean by her former gang? What haven’t you been sharing with me? What hasn’t she been sharing with me?”

“Easy.” She stated. “Look, we found her in an alleyway one night, looking about the way she looks now. We knew she could be useful and she was willing to prove herself. Around this time, you started bitching and moaning about a new assistant, so we gave her to you to test out. She did really well given her circumstances, until earlier today, when you quit. As soon as you quit, we can’t keep her on and she’s out of our protection. It was a matter of time till her former gang found her again. So now you have a choice to make, Boo: either leave this life and risk hers, or stay on for her sake.”

It was an unfair choice, they both knew it. But considering you weren’t a real member and just a ward of the gang, he was the one who had to make the call. It was a big decision, but knowing the risk, it was one he made without hesitation.

When you awoke, you hurt like a bitch. But you were more surprised by the fact that Seungkwan was sleeping in a chair across your bed. He was snoring slightly and it made you smile, sort of. Your face still hurts from the beating it had taken before you got here.

“Hey.” You croaked out, trying to get his attention. “Get your ass up, Sleeping Beauty.”

Seungkwan jerked awake, and though he looked pissed at first, he relaxed seeing you awake. “Good morning to you too.” “It’s night time, Kwan. I may have just woken up, but even I know that it’s got to be the ass crack of dawn.” You tried to laugh, but your chest hurt too much. It didn’t help that you had a relatively low pain tolerance to begin with.

“Alright, alright, take it easy.” He handed you a cup of water. Thank God only one of your arms was broken. “Also, I know everything now.”

An uneasy feeling found its way into your stomach. You weren’t sure if it was from Seungkwan knowing your past or from some head trauma you probably had. Either way, it wasn’t good. “Oh. Look, I’m sorry. I should have told you before, but I didn’t want you to think I was some spy trying to get your personal information. I was just looking for a new start, away from the abuse I suffered-”

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” He sighed. “I had no idea what you went through, and I still don’t really know for sure. But that doesn’t change the way I feel about you. I care a hell of a lot about you and I worry about you all the time, even if it doesn’t seem like it. So I decided I’m going to stay in the mafia, to keep you safe.”

“Kwan, you know I can take care of myself.” You said.

“Tell that to your face.”

Again, you tried to laugh, but it hurt too much. He winced. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You wheezed. “But are you sure this is what you want?”

He nodded. “I talked to the boss and we worked some things out. Everything is going to be fine. Nothing is going to change too drastically. But she did offer you a permanent position in the team.”

You hesitated. “Can I think about it?”

Again, he nodded. “She’s giving you all the time you need, so take it. Besides, you need to first focus on getting better. I can’t have my assistant in pain when she’s fixing my schedules.”

“Yep, things sure aren’t changing.”

With a chuckle, Seungkwan shook his head. “Of course not. I need you to keep me on track.”

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[hannieehaee]

them accidentally ditching you on your bday - vu

hhu, vu, pu

content: angsty, gender neutral, established relationship, etc.

part 2

wc: 4537

a/n: thank u to the people who requested this <3 so sorry its so longshdkks pls lmk if u want a pt. 2 with a resolution. not proofread btw </3

masterlist

jeonghan -

jeonghan wasn't a big drinker by any means. sure, he enjoyed the occasional drink with his friends, but it wasnt much of a habit. being a member of seventeen, however, it was quite often that he found himself around alcohol. quite a few of his members enjoyed sharing drinks with one another whenever their schedules allowed. jeonghan, being jeonghan, would always join them, enjoying nothing more than to be around the company of his most loved ones. unfortunately, during these instances he was also away from you, seeing as drinks with his friends tended to be right after work, just before he arrived home to you. this would cause him to make his way into your arms later than usual on the days his friends dragged him away to a pub. you didn't usually mind this, only occasionally pouting at him when he'd come home a bit later than usual without texting you about it beforehand.

today was one of the many days in which jeonghan had found himself at a discreet pub in seoul, accompanied by none other than mingyu, seokmin, chan, seungcheol and joshua, who were all pretty heavy drinkers whenever the mood struck them. jeonghan had prior plans today; it was your birthday tomorrow, so he knew he needed to get home at a timely hour in order to allow you to fall asleep in his arms as your birthday celebrations began. those plans were, however, slightly interrupted by the insistence of a choi seungcheol who adored jeonghan's company and insisted he tag along, even if only for a little while. jeonghan didn't see any harm in this, knowing he didn't have much of a tendency of getting drunk at these gatherings. he could easily make an appearance for one or two hours before excusing himself to go find refuge in your arms.

except that did not happen.

jeonghan wasn't sure how events had turned this way. he had lost most of his sense of self five shots in (what the hell was mingyu feeding him?). he began to go in and out of consciousness, still being aware of his surroundings, but not having many more thoughts past that. the one thing that did manage to slip his mind, however, was his plan to go home to you before the clock struck 12, as it was now 1 in the am. he had fully disregarded his phone too, too distracted with his friends to notice the vibrations on the table.

he woke up the next morning at about 12pm, insane headache and in familiar surroundings. it was joshua's house, he was pretty sure. and he wasn't alone. seungcheol and the rest were also located in different areas of the living room which jeonghan had awoken in. how did he even get here, he wondered. must've called a cab last night. but wait, his phone was out of battery last time he checked it. must've been one of the boys then.

none of these things mattered to jeonghan right now, so he simply got up and charged his phone, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water as he made conversation with joshua, who was the only other member awake at the moment. as soon as his phone charged, jeonghan headed over to grab it, immediately noticing a total tally of 19 notifications, all from you. had something happened? you didn't tend to message him so much. he immediately worried, hurrying to open the messages.

turned out he was right, something had happened.

it clicked almost immediately, with the tone of your texts expressing varying emotions as time progressed, and the date above the messages confirming his suspicions; it was your birthday today, and jeonghan was hung over at his best friend's house. he had no idea how he'd been so irresponsible. he knew he'd be a bit later than usual, but he was so sure he'd still make it home to you before midnight. but that had clearly been wrong. jeonghan dreaded it, but he decided to call you, to at least assess if your mood was as sour as the messages showed.

you picked up within three rings, immediately voicing your concerns at him.

"jeonghan? are you okay? you didnt come home last night," okay, you were worried about him! that was a good sign, right?

"i- angel, i'm so sorry. i'm okay. time got away from me and i ended up blacked out at shua's. shit, i'm so sorry, angel. i'll-"

"were you just drinking the whole time?", you paused, sighing before continuing, "you couldn't even message me or anything? you ditched me today of all days to get black out drunk with your friends? are you serious?", you paused again, not giving him enough time to respond, "you made me spend my birthday worried you didn't make it home. with no communication. jesus christ, jeonghan ..."

"angel. fuck. i'm so fucking sorry. i'll come home right now. it's still your birthday! let me make it up to you, yeah? i'll do whatever you want, just-"

"you know what, han? ... just stay there. we can do this some other day. i'm not really in the mood right now. i'll call you later today, okay? love you."

"wait, angel, no. just let me-"

he wasnt able to complete his sentence, as he was met with a beeping sound, informing him the line was disconnected. he stood there dumbfounded at what had just happened, not knowing how to react.

"man, you're fucked," chuckled joshua, who had heard the whole conversation.

yeah, he had fucked up big time.

joshua -

today was a terrible day. well, no. it was an amazing day actually. it was your birthday. it shouldve been an amazing day. except due to uncontrollable circumstances, your boyfriend joshua had to be away from you for the entirety of the week. there was an award show going on overseas, in which your boyfriend and the rest of seventeen had to be in attendance.

he had planned a beautiful day for you, really. he had wanted to spend the whole day with you, tending to your every need. he was going to wake you up with breakfast - prepared by himself, of course. then he would take you out to a secluded restaurant to ensure privacy. he had even planned to give you a serenade (he knew you would just call him corny, but could be be blamed for being in love?). he had communicated all this to you as he lamented his sudden absence to you a week before the day of his departure. you had accepted it, being touched by the mere thought. he'd promised you he would still be with you on your special day. although the award show was that same day, he promised to come back to the hotel as soon as time would allow and provide you with his company even if it was only through the phone.

and now it was that time. seeing as he was in japan and you in his home back in korea, there was no timezone to worry about. you'd simply have to wait at home for him to return and give you a call. it was now 6pm. it was understandable he would still be busy. you knew he had packed rehearsals all morning, so his only chance to call you would be later in the night. he had still sent you a few messages congratulating you on your big day and reminding you to be ready for him at around 8pm.

it was now 8:33pm. you had expected him to be a bit late, so you didn't mind it. the award show had been live, and it had ended at around 7:30. however, you knew it would likely take him a while to get ready and to get back to the hotel. so you waited patiently, knowing your boyfriend to always stand by his word.

it was at 9:33 that you began to worry. you had already sent him a few texts, not wanting to bother him in case something was going on. you pondered about texting his members just to make sure everything was okay, but decided against it. you didn't want to be pushy.

it wasn't until the clock hit midnight that you'd given up. by then you had already called a few times, only being met by his voicemail. at 12:18 you called his manager, knowing that was your last resort. the response you received was disheartening to say the least. he had informed you that your boyfriend and his group had been taken to an after party, claiming it had been a last minute thing, but that they'd all seemed pretty enthusiastic about it. you decided not to voice your annoyance to joshua's unsuspecting manager, instead choosing to go to sleep, sad and dejected.

the next morning when you woke up to 28 messages and 5 missed calls from joshua, you turned off your phone, disregarding him in the same way he had you. happy birthday to you.

jihoon -

despite popular belief, jihoon was not as emotionally constipated as he seemed. he was a great boyfriend, always making sure you felt loved and tended to. you were always one his top priorities, so he would do his best to spend as much time with you despite his packed schedule. you were also one of the only people who made him want to clock out at the end of the day, knowing you'd always be home waiting for him with open arms. jihoon, however, still had the tendency of sometimes holing himself up in his studio. during these periods of time, jihoon would cut off most contact from the outside world, being hard to reach for a few days as he stayed over at his studio without ever making it home.

this week was one of those times. jihoon never really scheduled these occasions. they'd just somehow end up happening whenever he had a spurt of inspiration, being able to conjure an entire series of songs he believed would perform well together. he liked to keep things organized, after all. any time he disappeared for over 24 hours, you could safely assume he was in his studio, not even allowing himself the simple pleasure of going on his phone to message you. for entertainment, he would sometimes allow himself some anime in between work, but not much more than that. he'd still leave the studio occasionally to show up to dance practice and such, but he would not interact with anyone other than his members, his manager, and maybe some staff if need be.

he knew this might be a bit too much, but it was all part of the creative process. as of today, it had been three days since he had left the hybe building, having given his manager full control over his phone as he wished to remain as productive as possible. he knew that one single text from you and he'd haul ass back home, too lost in the bliss of your presence to get himself to do any work. he missed you, of course, but this was not your first rodeo. the two of you had gone through this before, and it seemed like you accepted his weird work habits, having never complained nor shown discomfort over them. which was why he was quite shocked upon finally exiting the building four days later and calling you up in order to finally check in on you, but not finding the usual response.

the first thing he did as soon as he got his phone back was he call a few times, but he had received no response, which was quite strange from you. he knew it was kind of hypocritical to expect an immediate response considering he had gone off the grid for a few days, but he also knew you were usually free at this hour, so he had expected the usual reaction in which you'd jokingly curse him out for ghosting you followed by an invitation to come over.

he decided then to open his imessage, choosing to instead text you and maybe check in on any of the notifications that never arrived due to having kept his phone muted and away from his reach for the past few days. that was when he realized his grave mistake.

from: my love ❤️‍🩹

(sun) baby

(sun) babyyyy

(sun) where are you? i thought u were gonna sleep over tonight? did u forget about tomorrow?

(sun) okay i called u and ur not picking up im gonna assume ur busy. ill call u again tmrrw then. gn hoonie <3

(mon) okay i gave u most of the morning but its 12 now ... i assumed you'd come back yesterday night. are u at the studio?

(mon) are u rlly holed up there today of all days?? we talked about today last week.

(mon) baby :((

(mon) i dont wanna bother u. take ur time. call me whenever ur done i guess :(

that was when your texts had stopped, two days ago after you had seemingly realized he did not have his phone on him. he also noticed a few missed calls from you during those two days, halting upon the second day of no responses from him.

it had not clicked at first, until he noticed the date above the first text, detailing a day before your birthday. the rest of the messages were sent on the date itself, stopping that same day at his lack of response. the realization made jihoon stop in his tracks. how could it have slipped his mind? not only had he forgotten but he had literally left you in the dark during your special day, even continuing his lack of contact for the next two days. his spiraling thoughts were interrupted by you finally calling him back, something that filled jihoon with hope that you weren't angry at him.

"jiho-"

"baby, i'm so fucking sorry. i swear to you it just slipped my mind. i'll go home right now and make it up to you, i promise," he interrupted you before you could say anything.

you paused before responding, "jihoon. was work that important? was i that easy to forget? i respect your job, but you decided that day of all days?"

"it wasnt on purpose! baby, please just let me- let me come over and i swear we can have the day together. ill take off tomorrow too. the whole week! im so sorry."

"im ... im not really in the mood to see you right now, hoonie. it's been three days. i thought about just barging in your studio, but i didnt want to be that type of person. i had the stupid hope that you'd show up, that it wasnt that easy to just disregard me, but i was wrong. clearly."

"baby ... im so so sorry. i .. i'll give you your space. can i .. can i see you tomorrow then? please?"

"i'll call you to let you know, okay?"

jihoon held his breath at this, but quietly accepted your request, "i .. okay, baby. i love you."

"yeah, love you too," except your tone was cold, followed by the beeping of the phone, signaling the call had been disconnected.

seokmin -

many people knew seokmin as the embodiment of boyfriend material. or that was at least what many of his fans called him. in reality, he was even better than what cameras showed. he was the nicest, most respectful boyfriend imaginable, always providing you with everything you could ever need and more. he'd come home with flowers on a regular basis, he'd call you every single day to check in on you. he'd make you breakfast any time he had to leave before you, wanting to make sure you were well fed before a new day. he'd go above and beyond on any and every ordinary day in order to show you his utmost affections for you. don't even get you started on your birthday, which was a national holiday in seokmin's eyes. a day dedicated exclusively to celebrating the birth of his beloved? sign him up! nothing beat a day in which he could freely express all types of love towards you. he was over the moon every 365 days, knowing his favorite day would come again and again.

he had a huge day planned for you this year. there was a carnival in town, so he had planned to grab his manager and sneak out there with you for an hour or so before taking you back home. he also planned a cute moonlit dinner out on his balcony upon arriving home. it was all perfectly romantic, just like every other of his gestures towards you. he had the day marked on his calendar, only counting down the days until it finally arrived.

unfortunately for you both, your birthday landed on a work day for seokmin, who actually worked every day, really. but it was fine! seokmin had planned around that. he had his regular rehearsals plus a public appearance at a fashion show in the evening, along with a quick appearance at the afterparty, but after that he was all yours. he had to stay at the dorms this past week, having an extremely packed schedule, but he had made sure to text you a huge good morning paragraph detailing his love for you and how thankful he was you were his (just usual seokmin behavior, to be honest).

the fashion show had passed by quickly, having only taken a few hours. the after party, however, had been dragging a bit. it was now 6:04pm. he had promised you he would be home by 6:30, giving you enough time for the quick outing he had planned, plus a romantic dinner afterwards. he knew he still had time, but he was still worried he might not be able to follow through with his plans. the last thing he wanted was to be late. he currently had no way to communicate with you either, as his manager had possession of his phone while he was in such public schedules.

he lingered a little, making conversation with anyone he knew. there were many familiar faces, with a majority being that of actors who were also ambassadors of the various luxury brands at the event. he even saw a few actors he had been dying to meet. he felt badly at having such a good time while you were at home probably awaiting his return, but that thought left his mind as soon as a few of his musical performer friends approached him, engaging him in conversation. if there was anything seokmin was, it was overly friendly. he never said no to a conversation with friends, always being the energy maker in any and every relationship. however, it was easy for him to lose track of time and space whenever he found himself in conversation with friends, which was how time once again got away from him.

seokmin hadn't realized time had escaped him so quickly until his manager came up to him, quietly interrupting seokmin's lively conversation with his friends to inform him that his phone had been vibrating nonstop. fuck. he completely spaced out. checking his phone, he realized it was now 8:47pm. how had time passed by so quickly? he wad a bit buzzed, but he had no idea how he got caught up in conversation for so long. it was now too late to take you to the carnival, but he could still make it home for the romantic dinner. yes, okay. everything was fine. or at least that's what he thought until finally reading the 10 unanswered messages on his phone (while wincing at the 6 unanswered calls, also from you).

from: my love 😍

(5:32) cant wait for tonight baby <33

(5:32) i even bought a new dress hehe hope u like it ;)

(6:38) baby, are you gonna be running a bit late? it's fine, no rush! just pls let me know so i dont worry haha

(6:49) minnie ... is everything okay?

(7:14) minnie :(( are you coming soon?

(7:45) okay i called u a few times now ... do you not have ur phone on you? idk ur manager's number baby idk how to reach u rn :(

(7:53) they close the carnival at 8, i guess thats not happening anymore is it

(8:16) its so unlike u to keep me in the dark like this. i checked ur location and ur still at the event .. im assuming it ran late?

(8:23) its mean of u to keep me unaware of whats going on minnie

(8:35) okay nvm. u can just stay there. ill see if one of my friends wants to go out. goodnight.

the messages kept getting worse the more he read. he couldn't believe it slipped his mind like this. he planned it for weeks, even adjusting his schedule for it. and now he had ruined it all just because he felt like catching up with some friends.

he wasnt sure what to do. he had kept you in the dark all night, not even letting you know he wouldnt have his phone on him for a majority of it. he knew this was just an accidental slip of his mind, but that still didnt remove the way he hurt you. all he could do now was run home and await for your own return, hoping that you'd understand his mistake.

seungkwan -

such an outgoing guy like seungkwan always had high demand. they did call him the energy maker for a reason. his presence would always light up a room, which was one of the things you loved most about him. you'd met him in a very public setting, being able to witness first-hand how well he got along with, well, everyone.

however, his outgoing personality did come with some faults. due to having such high demand among friends and colleagues, it was sometimes a bit difficult to share seungkwan. yes, he was not yours per say, but he was your boyfriend. you liked to think you had special privileges that gave you exclusive access to his company that not everyone else had. and you did. seungkwan always gave you top priority when it came to sharing his time. he'd always let you know how much he cared for you, always babying you and tending to your every need. there was nothing in this world he loved more than you, his beloved, which was why it was easy for him to put everything aside whenever necessary.

now, you were not one to hog your boyfriend. you never wanted to be that person who insisted on having access to your boyfriend 24/7, nor would you ever want to keep him away from his friends. it was with this mentality that you had let your boyfriend know it was fine if he had previous engagements on the day of your birthday, letting him know that you'd be more than happy that day as long as he came home to you for a nice night together. he'd informed you that he'd be done with work that day at around 4pm, letting you know that he'd pay a quick visit to some of his 98-liner friends afterwards before going home to you. he had apologized to you for the bad timing over and over again, telling you that this was the only day they all had a day off all at once and would not be able to to gather for a few months after that. he'd insisted he would be quick, wanting nothing more than to head back to you as soon as possible. you'd assured him it was okay, being happy he'd be with you on your special day at all.

so now you were waiting. you'd spent part of the day with friends and family, not having seen seungkwan since the prior day due to his stay at the dorms this past week. you didn't mind this, though, as you were used to occasional separation due to his career. he had sent you a message in the morning, wishing you a happy birthday and once more confirming he'd be back home soon, prepared to celebrate your day. when it became a bit later than the time you'd agreed, you decided to continue to wait, not wanting to be pushy while he was with friends. when it became a lot later than the time you'd agreed, you decided to message him. but your messages went unanswered. you then began to call, receiving no response. it went like this until around 10pm, when you had finally chose to just change into your pajamas, only to be interrupted by a call from the man himself.

"baby! i'm so sorry, i just got your messages. i lost track of time, i swear! eunwoo and mingyu called me up while i was with my friends, and they were on live, so i had to go or else it'd look bad. don't be mad at gyu! he had no idea. i was supposed to just stay for a bit, but the live kept on dragging. i swear im on my way right now, i'll be there in-"

"kwan," you sighed, "not even a text? i dont understand. i didnt want to be pushy but .. today? i cant even lie to you. i'm disappointed."

"baby .. i'm so sorry. i completely spaced out. it's totally my fault. i got too caught up with my friends and then when mingyu called, i was too buzzed to even think straight. i- im sorry. i love you. please don't be mad," you could hear him pout from across the line, a bit frantic as he explained.

you sighed again, frustrated since you did tell him it was okay for him to be with his friends, but still sad he had forgotten you so easily, "i'm not mad, kwannie. just sad. i wish you'd called me to let me know you wouldnt be here at all today."

"but i will be! i'm heading there right now, baby, i swear!"

"i dont ... i dont think i wanna do anything anymore, kwan. im sorry," you felt childish and immature, but you really did not want to see him right now. you knew your emotions would only get the best of you. having your boyfriend choose to be away from you on your birthday was beginning to get to you.

"oh," he paused for a beat before continuing, "i- i understand. can i ... can i come over tomorrow morning, then?"

"you have work tomorrow. you have work every day, kwan. you dont have to-"

"please? let me see you tomorrow?"

"i- yeah. okay. i'll see you then."

"thank you ... happy birthday, my love. i love you. please dont forget that."

"love you too, kwannie," you felt sad as you said it, but you knew you still meant it. you just needed to sleep on it to ease the disappointment. or so you hoped.

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Interlude No. 1 | bsk x reader

Interlude No. 1: Inspired by these pics and me wanting to marry Boo Seungkwan

Rating: M (18+) | WC: 2.6k | Pairing: bsk x reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: semi public sex, limo sex, marriage kink, fingering, mouth covering, cum eating/swallowing, cum as lube, hand job, oral m. rec., finger sucking, they both cry 

Reader Notes: wears a dress, reader and kwan both wear makeup, has a vagina

“I can’t believe we did it,” Seungkwan pants ecstatically as he settles into the backseat of the limousine, clicking his seatbelt into place just as you do and grinning when he sees the partition is already up.  

“I know, we’re fucking married,” you send him a watery beam, leaning into his side when he raises his arm and letting your giggles bubble up when you see him tilt his head back and take a deep breath. That means he’s trying not to cry too, and while usually he’s open with his tears, you know that sometimes once he starts, he can’t stop. He must know this would be one of those times. 

Part of you wants to tease him, remind him how sweet his vows were and how very much you love him and how you can’t wait to spend your life with him, but you know that would make you cry too, and you don’t want to mess up your makeup any more than you want to mess up his. 

That thought flies out of the window as soon as he cups your face and presses his lips to yours, murmuring, “I’m your husband,” in between kisses. He seems frantic almost, sucking at your bottom lip before sinking his teeth into it, making you whimper and shift closer. 

You can’t get far with the seatbelt restricting you, and you’re about to depress the button to release it just as the limo pulls away from the venue. Seungkwan wouldn’t want you to be unsafe, so you move your hand away from the buckle and sink it into his hair instead, clenching your fingers in the silky locks when his lips move down to your neck. 

As it is, you’re just grateful you decided on the middle seat, wanting to be as close to him as possible. It’s paying off now, with the sucking kisses he’s laying on your throat and the hand resting on your knee. 

You changed into your reception dress before leaving the venue and that’s another thing you’re grateful for, because it gives Seungkwan even easier access to you. He doesn’t have to work your skirt up as much as he would have in your wedding dress, his fingers trailing along your inner thigh before you can even take another breath. 

“Can I make you cum, honey? Please? It’ll be hours before I can get my hands on you again,” he sounds like he’s in agony, like he’s burning for you, and it takes you little to no time to nod your head and spread your legs wider. 

He tugs your leg over his to open you up, making you gasp as you realize how wet your silk panties have grown. You gasp even louder when his hand covers you, his soft, warm palm pressing into your clit and his elegant fingers digging into your entrance. The silk is so fine and delicate, you can feel every touch like there’s nothing in between you, his hand grinding into your covered pussy as he murmurs in your ear. 

“Never gonna get rid of me now, honey.”

“So wet for your husband, aren’t you?”

“Gonna cum for me? Hm?”

The friction feels incredible, but it’s not enough, and you know he knows that. He’s just taunting you by asking if you’re going to cum for him, because you’re both well aware that you will, just not like this. 

“Kwannie, we don’t have enough time for you to fuck around,” you whine softly, glancing at the digital clock that rests above the partition. There’s only thirty five minutes left of the drive to the reception venue, he’ll need to get a move on if he wants any chance at getting his own release. 

“I’m not fucking around, honey. I’m enjoying you like you deserve,” he says in response, though he does listen to you in part by slipping his fingers under your panties and letting them glide along your cunt. 

“You have literally the rest of our lives to enjoy me. Please, just-”

A sharp whimper cuts off your words as he sinks two fingers deep inside of you, his knuckles flush to your pussy and his eyes locked with yours. “S’that what you wanted?”

His voice is hushed, deeper than usual, and it sends a shiver rolling down your spine just as he curls his fingers, the tips prodding into your sweet spot before you can even try to answer him. 

The pleasure gathering in your belly steals your words, but you don’t think he really expected an answer anyway. He knows it’s hard for you to put together sentences when he’s got part of himself inside of you, whether it’s his fingers, his tongue, or his cock. 

Fuck, his cock…

You want his cock so bad, your eyes flicking down and your hand releasing its death grip on your seatbelt to cover the growing bulge in his dress pants. You squeeze along his length, whimpering at the way he hardens under your touch, then whimpering again when he starts fucking his fingers in and out of you. 

He’s gentle at first, thrusting slowly and crooking his fingers on every stroke in, his thumb pressing down on your throbbing clit as he finds his rhythm. When you clumsily unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper to tug his cock out, his pace becomes punishing, like he’s trying to distract you from your endeavors. 

“Why won’t you let me…” You begin but don’t finish, breathless at the sensation of him sliding a third finger inside of you. 

“It’ll make a mess,” he sounds almost as ruined as you, making you drag your eyes back up to meet his, wanting to see his face as he takes you apart. 

He’s blushing, his dark brown hair messily falling over his forehead and his plush lips open as he takes in shuddering breaths. He’s so fucking pretty, your lovely, gorgeous, beautiful Seungkwan, your lovely, gorgeous, beautiful husband.

“What if I swallow?” You offer feebly, your words tinged with tears and desire as you grow closer and closer. 

“Maybe. You cum first, and then we’ll see,” he says, his voice tight and his fingers relentless. 

They’re barely fucking in and out of you now, just tapping and grinding into your g-spot as his thumb rubs tiny circles around your clit, and you can feel the waves as they lap at your shore, feel the heat stirring inside of you, every single touch stoking the fire. You try to keep your mouth closed, biting your lips and holding your tongue, knowing he usually makes you cum so loudly, the neighbors complain. 

You’re sure the kind elderly driver has heard (and seen) his share of escapades, but you don’t want to add yourself to the list. 

Unfortunately, you just don’t have enough self control to be quiet, your cries loud even with your efforts, so you take the hand of the arm wrapped around you and pull it up to cover your mouth. That’s the last indication you give that you’re teetering on the edge, though Seungkwan doesn’t need a sign to know that. 

He knows you inside and out, loves every single part of you, even (and maybe especially) the parts you used to try to hide from him. 

You don’t hide a thing now, and you never will again. 

That’s why it feels so right to shout into his palm as he pushes you into bliss, his fingers squelching inside of you and his thumb ruthless on your clit. Your hips buck into his hand, your body presses against the warmth of his, and your eyes squeeze shut, tears leaking out of the sides as you float away on cotton candy clouds. 

When you go limp against him and blink blearily, looking around the small space like you don’t know how you came to be there, he pulls his fingers out and slides them into his mouth, sucking your taste away like you’re something sweet to be savored. 

You come back online a bit when he removes his hand from your mouth, your eyes finding the clock. You should still have twenty minutes left to suck his dick and freshen up, and before he can even open his mouth to ask how you are, you’re turning and finishing your earlier task of pulling his dick out. 

He’s hard, so hard, and flushed at the tip, already leaking precum that you smear over his head and length, leaving him glistening in the low light of the limo. You try to bend down and swallow his cock, but the angle isn’t right with the seatbelt holding you back, so you dip your fingers between your legs to gather up your remaining arousal and use it to ease the glide of your hand on his dick. 

Seungkwan groans deeply, likely both at finally having some stimulation and at the fact that you’re using your own wetness as lube. He has great stamina so it usually takes a bit longer for him to cum, but already you can feel him twitching and pulsing in your hand. It brings a wicked little smile to your face, knowing you’ll undo him in half the time normally required, and with his competitive spirit, you’re glad he’s got his head tilted back and his eyes closed. 

If he saw the look on your face, he’d probably hold his orgasm back, just to show you he can. 

You feel the limo roll to a stop, but it doesn’t shift into park, and suddenly, there’s a voice over the intercom. 

“Ran into some traffic, folks. Looks like it’ll be an extra ten or so minutes, but I’ll get ya there, don’t you worry.”

You press the button and say brightly, “Thank you so much, Leonard!” before unbuckling your seatbelt and sliding onto the floor. 

“Honey, your dress will get dirty!” Seungkwan frets, his hands hovering over you as if he’s about to scoop you up and pull you into his lap. 

“I won’t be down here long,” you smile sweetly, leaning down to lick at the head of his cock before opening wide and working half of it into your mouth at once. He bites out muted curses, his knees spreading to make room for you and his hands clenching in his dress pants so they don’t mess up your hair. 

Your mouth is one of his weaknesses, he always breaks for you so quickly, always fills your throat with his cum and kisses you so tenderly after, making giving him head an experience almost as pleasurable for you as it is for him. 

The traffic means you can take your time, but you’d rather make him cum now and get fixed up so you can cuddle for a bit before the reception. You both tend to feel touchy and needy after sex, and though you know you’ll be together all night, you also know you won’t have a single free moment to yourselves until the party is over. 

So you suck harder, bob your head faster, use your hand to cover what your mouth can’t take. You moan around him, knowing he loves the vibrations, and take one of his hands from his knee to wrap it around your neck. 

You don’t want him to choke you (right now) but you do want him to feel himself move, feel your throat work around him, feel your sounds in more ways than one. He whimpers brokenly, gazing down at you with tears welling up in his eyes and his face tight with bliss. 

He’s trying to be quiet like you were, and you think he might be even worse at it, his cries loud against the quiet hum of the limo. You reach up to cover his mouth and he sucks two of your fingers between his lips instead, the wet heat of his tongue reminding you how it feels between your thighs and sending a zip of electricity down to your clit. 

You so wish you could climb up and sink down onto him, let him fill you up with his cock and his cum, but you don’t have a condom and you can’t have it leaking down your thighs while you celebrate with your family and friends. 

You can be content with swallowing. This time. 

It won’t be long, now, not with the way he’s bucking into your mouth in little thrusts, or the way his cock is jerking and spitting precum, or the way he’s groaning around your fingers, tears dripping from the corners of his eyes to settle in the creases of his lips. 

“Cum,” you moan, or try to, around his throbbing dick, and that’s enough for him. 

He stubbornly keeps his eyes on you even as his head tilts back and your fingers nearly slip from his mouth, his hips rolling up and sending his cock just a little bit further down your throat before white hot cum starts to spill out. You can’t taste it, he’s in too deep for that, but you can feel it as it drips down your esophagus, your throat opening and closing around him as you swallow and swallow and swallow him down. 

He was near silent this time, somehow, and when you notice how red he’s getting, you realize it’s because he was holding his breath to hold his noises in. His lips part so he can gasp for air, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he blinks down at you, the look in his eye telling you he wants to ask Leonard to take you straight home. 

Sometimes Seungkwan gets a little… territorial, covetous, over you after he cums, and as he reaches down for you, you feel the limo lurch forward, nearly sending you face first into his softening dick. 

You climb back up onto the middle seat and reach for your bag before buckling your seatbelt back up, digging through to find what you need. 

You’ve got tissues and wipes to clean yourselves up with, plus makeup and a mirror for necessary touch ups (and some gum, thank goodness). You pass a wipe and tissue over to Seungkwan, but he just stares at you blankly, apparently still too out of his head to figure out what to do with them. You shake your head with a fond smile, gently wiping his cock down and drying it off before tucking it back into his pants, redoing them carefully and smoothing out the wrinkles he’d pinched into them. 

You clean yourself up next with a quick swipe between your legs, balling up the used tissues and wipes and putting them in the trash can inset in the limo door. Popping some gum into your mouth and then Seungkwan’s to get rid of the scent of bodily fluids, you glance over his face, noting that he should be fine with just a light reapplication of his cushion foundation and some setting powder. 

You take care of him without thinking about it, fixing his makeup and then his hair before moving on to yourself. He won’t stop staring at you, his eyes misty again and his mouth wobbling. 

“I love you so much,” he mumbles, watching as you restore your own appearance to its pre-interlude state. 

“I love you,” you whisper, pressing your minty lips to his and settling back into his side when he lifts his arm for you. Soon enough, you’ll roll up to your wedding reception and enter as the Boos, but for now, you’re you and he’s him, and that’s all you could ever need. 

AN: i love boo seungkwan that is all i have to say about this

jk! i'm thinking about doing a less formal series of interludes like this, little breaks of fluff and smut in between big life events. i think it could be fun and a way to write more with less pressure! feel free to send in asks with ideas and i'll start keeping a list 💖

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[dokiyeom]

AYA’S SEVENTEEN FIC RECS

note: ngl i meant to post this in dec as an end of 2022 sort of thing and as a bit of an apology for my inactivity,, but my mental health has not been fantastic,, but here are some of my favorite seventeen fics that i’ve read !! also ps pls feel free to send me some of ur own favs bc i miss reading fics && i’m begrudgingly admitting that i’m not great at finding fics,, like sm of these i have to thank yeona for sending me :00

ot13/multi/love interest revealed later on !!

UNDER THE SUN - @wooahaes (series // fantasy/darl+ing au // multi ot13 part)

i think i’ve rbed almost all the individual parts if ur interested in my more specific thoughts but this series has been an absolute comfort series for me for a while !! the relationships between the members and the reader - both platonic and romantic have been so lovely to read !! it’s such a genuinely warm series and the worldbuilding is also just soso fantastic !! it is a fantasy sort of au,, so it’s a bit daunting to get into just because the logic of the universes created in this genre is a bit difficult to grasp,, but uts has such an easy to comprehend world and everything is explained so clearly !! it’s genuinely one of the most comforting fics i’ve read this year and one that i’d highly recommend to pretty much everyone,, even if u aren’t a carat :D

APARTMENT A5C - @suhnshinehaos (smau - college au)

my favorite svt smau that combines some of my fav tropes/aus (housemates and uni) !! ++ i’d argue there’s a found family aspect that just melts my heart soso much,, like the reader’s relationship with the 96 line, both platonic and romantic are insanely heartwarming and comforting !! the banter is so entertaining && all of the additional friendships are just to die for !! esp sana and yuta with the reader !! but honestly this smau is just soso sweet and a story where u really root for the main couple to get together bc they just fit each other so well !! def another fic i’d recommend to anyone !!

LOVESTRUCK @/suhnshinehaos (smau - college au)

short endings for the reader’s other housemates !! has the same entertaining banter and cute relationship buildup that is just soso perfect to read after apartment a5c to treat ur post fic sadness <3 all the relationships are formed in a shorter period of time, but with just that same amount of investment !!

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

OBVIOUS - @leejungchans  (0.9k words - wedding florist and baker au) 

so stinking cute !! the reader and seungcheol having related businesses and appreciating each other’s dedications to their respective crafts is soso endearing :D genuinely my fav seungcheol fic bc hello ? good writing + sulky cheol + established relationship ? an absolute 10/10 and must read that i revisit way too often :D

YOON JEONGHAN

ORDER UP - @/leejungchans  (2.4k - cafe au)

half of these r gonna b recs from sol’s masterlist,, but her works r just too good !! this fic is so darn cute and entertaining, with jeonghan’s antics + his classic attention n care for those in his life were captured so well !! him remembering the reader’s order and his sheer dedication to orchestrating an opportunity for a conversation outside of the reader placing their order was just so fun to read && is genuinely a fic i reread time and time again :D

CAUGHT @/leejungchans (1.1k - preschool? teachers au)

this. this is so insanely endearing hello ?? jeonghan as a preschool teacher is absolutely perfect, and the banter mixed with such tender love that the reader and jeonghan share is just so <3 it’s a relatively short read,, so i’d highly, HIGHLY, recommend giving this a read because it’s soso worth it,, esp if ur feeling a bit down and in need of something fun and sweet to read :D

REDEMPTION @/leejungchans (11.5k)

such whirlwind of emotions but soso insanely riveting !! bad boy jeonghan,,, oh my gosh a concept i (YOU !!) never knew i (YOU !!) needed in my life. him driving a motorcycle. him w tattoos. insane. amazing. fantastic. and a redemption arc ??? reader holding him accountable for wrongdoings ??? genuine efforts to change ?? go read it rn !! u must !!

CANDLELIGHT @/leejungchans (1.2k) - a fav bc its own of my fav tropes :D (blind dates)

my all time favorite jeonghan fic. literally so sweet to read and had me grinning ?? in the middle of the night ?? at my phone !! that’s outrageous !! but so insanely understandable bc this is such an enjoyable read && just so easily heartwarming to hear about the setup of the blind date. honestly,, i don’t think i can understate just how charming and worth reading this is !! 

THE MOST PRECIOUS THING @idyllic-ghost​ (3.6k - hospital/secret relationship au) 

another charming and lovely fic !!! i’m such a sucker for the secret relationship trope,, and this fic had such a fantastic take on it !! i adored the dynamic that jeonghan and the reader had, esp how much they cared for and rooted for each other :DD the banter at work and the tender love they share at home was also just,, absolutely chef’s kiss !!

HONG JOSHUA

LOVE ON THE AIR @suhnshinehaos​ (smau - college au)

i was. so invested in this smau LMAO but the reader and joshua’s friendship was soso lovely to read !! the buildup and tension were absolutely insane and genuinely had me so excited every time i logged onto tumblr to check for any updates :D the side friendships were also just so lovable and endearing,, and i found this smau to overall b super super charming :D

GOLDEN HOUR @dkfile​ 1(2.4k - summer vacation/bffs2l au)

joshua and the reader’s friendship is just so insanely sweet and endearing to read !! this fic is so reminiscent of a sentimental and fun coming of age romance,, which i feel like fits joshua soso well !! the whole time ur rooting soso hard for the main couple to get together, and just reading the buildup is incredibly entertaining !! and also the banter ?? literally so amazing && funny :D

WEN JUNHUI

HOW HARD MY HEART’S BEATING @adi--writes (3.3k - travel/photographer au)

the prose,, oh my gosh !! this fic played out so cinematically !! i loved jun and the reader’s friendship so much,, and how the fic progresses just naturally makes u root for a confession scene regardless of them being the main couple !! everything flowed so organically and their travel stories made for such a beautiful and compelling journey of love :D

KWON SOONYOUNG

(UN)TRADITIONAL @neonun-au (1.8k - wedding au)

the alt title >>> this fic was so full of personality and the premise just fits soonyoung so well !!! the bond that the reader and soonyoung share is just so insanely heartwarming,, esp their mutual understanding and respect for each other’s values !! in general,, the love in this fic is so genuine and lovable :DDD

JEON WONWOO

FLOWER @wonwoonlight (13k - exes au / editor+writer au)

this premise. my gosh it’s perfect !! this fic was such a great take on the second chance trope and the emotions were so fantastically fleshed out !! the progression of wonwoo and the reader’s relationship felt so natural and overall so enjoyable to read :DD

PLAY AGAIN @shuarush (37k words - coworkers au)

the pining !! the tension !! the friendships !! the anecdotes !! the prose !! go read it !! rn !! overall this was such a beautiful journey to read and i enjoyed it soso much :D aside from the main relationship,, i found the reader and jeonghan’s friendship to be soso sweet and endearing !! i also loved loved loved !!!! the writing style in this fic !! everything was so well paced and patient,, which made for such a compelling and beautiful journey that i absolutely loved !!

LEE JIHOON

LIVE @wondernus (1.24k - est relationship au)

so stinking cute !!!! i’m such a sucker for fics like these where the love interest is live and everyone’s also swooning over how sweet the relationship is :DD the love jihoon has for the reader is soso heartwarming and fuels my unending yearning for this sort of cute partnership <//3 this fic is just so enjoyable and the ending. it’s perfect :DDD bc same soonyoung,, same

HEARTACHE AND A LATTE @dkfile (9.3k - cafe au)

read this after not reading any fics for a WHILE and this was just such a chef’s kiss fic :D like the friendships with seungkwan, soonyoung, jeonghan, and wonwoo ?? amazing !!! but the buildup w jihoon !!! my gosh it was so genuinely cute !! i absolutely adored their friendship and the little indications of jihoon’s feelings for the reader :D just such a cute and lighthearted fic that i’d highly rec !!!

LEE SEOKMIN

SOMETHING SWEET @wonwoonlight (2.1k - cafe au)

your honor i love this fic !!!! w all my heart !!!! this fic captured just how lovable seokmin is && had such a cute pining plot :DD this was soso heartwarming and i was so easily invested in their relationship !! overall,, just such a sweet and enjoyable read :DD

KIM MINGYU

MY DAISY @wonwoonlight (series)

this. this was so fantastic. genuinely,,, everyone needs to read this when they can bc it is soso worth reading !!! i loved the friendships and the reader’s relationship with mingyu so much,, and gyuri !!!! gyuri !!!!! honestly i don’t think i can explain just how much i love this fic,, but pls,, pls read this bc this series is so insanely fantastic and had me so invested the whole way :DD

FIVE SHOTS AT LOVE @wooahaes​ (8.5k)

one of my favorite fics !! one of the first fics i read and i just absolutely fell in love with the setup of this fic,,, like the friendship with wonwoo just absolutely won my heart,, and the deepening relationship with the reader was the cherry on top !! such a beautiful and emotionally vulnerable fic that i found so much joy and sadness, but ultimately such an insane amount of comfort in :D def read and check out some of the warnings beforehand just in case !!

TRIAL AND ERROR @/leejungchans (2.9k - cafe au)

SUCH a cute little fic about mingyu trying to approach the reader but failing so miserably each time :D i had such a great time reading this and rooting for mingyu in each attempt !! his genuine earnestness was so adorable to read the way the ending panned out gave me so many giggles :D

XU MINGHAO

ACADEMIC INFATUATION @berriesandjunnie​ (2.5k - professor au)

i love a college setting, workplace romance, and any au where everyone around the reader/main couple are just rooting so hard for them to get together !!! and omg professor hao AND flustered hao ?? like bc of his feelings and nervousness ?? omg literally such a lovely read !!! i had such a good time reading this && got a bit of a giggle which is so 10/10 when reading a fic !!! def read !!!!

AVANTE GARDE @hoyoungy (4.1k - uni/artist au)

tbh as someone who really loves art,, i found this fic suuper enjoyable !! and black mullet minghao ?? hello ?? overall,, i loved the development of minghao and the reader’s relationship soso much and the general nature of how they get to know one another :D like i was soso invested in their journey and just really loved the appreciation both of them grow and have for each other :DD vv worth reading and would highly recommend :D 

BOO SEUNGKWAN

CLASSMATES TO LOVERS @/leejungchans (2.1l uni au)

bulletfics are def such a gem to read,, like short n sweet,, just perfect for a cute little fic :D i adored seungkwan’s impression of the reader and his sheer admiration for them !! like the chemistry was so on point and executed so well in this format too !! AND THE CHOCOLATES gosh this is so cute i love how seungkwan was written in this fic !! 

CHWE VERNON

WORK HUSBAND @wondernus​ (8.8k - teacher au)

my gosh this was soso cute,, like literally i’ve reread this more times than i can admit :0 the reader and vernon’s friendship is just so endearing and felt so genuine !! i really enjoyed reading the buildup of their relationship and just found this to be such a charming story !! like what i would give. to read this for the first time again PLEASE read this !!!

OR WOULD YOU RATHER IT BE ME @thepixelelf (7.9k - soulmate au)

a whole journey of emotions that had me on the edge of my seat and waiting for the reveal !!! the relationship between the reader and vernon were established so well,, like their genuine care and desire for each other to stay in their lives just straight up tugs at my heartstrings !!! this was such a wholesome and hilarious love story that i thoroughly enjoyed :D

LEE CHAN (aka leejungchans chan fics :DDD)

THE SECRET LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS (6.5k words - flower/tattoo shop au)

i loved the contrast between the reader and chan’s character soso much,, and how that ultimately made their relationship soso much more cute and lovable ?? like how intimidated he was and his little crush that he tried so hard to squander !! i love the progression of their relationship soso much and how genuine chan was written in this fic !!!!

OF STICKY NOTES AND STRANGERS (3.8k words)

every time i sit in a library, cafe, or park, i’m waiting for this to happen to me. i adore the premise of this soso much and how the reader’s friend group schemes to catch the perpetrator :DD like overall this fic was so lovely and i def understand the little crushes you get in public on attractive people in your vicinity while working in a public space :DD just so cute,, so heartwarming,, and def fuels my yearning

SCORED! (12.4k words - uni au)

athlete chan,,, oh wow,,,,, this fic was one of the first chan fics i read as i got into seventeen and definitely cemented him as one of my biases in the group :DD i love the banter that went on between the reader and chan,, as well as all the hilarious little details of the other columns !! like project vernway is forever ingrained in my mind whenever i see pieces christiano siriano or any other contestants from project runway !!! overall i just love how this fic played out and all of the hilarious interactions between everyone involved !!! def a super fun read :DDD

#seventeen fics #seventeen oneshots #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen fic recs #seungcheol x reader #jeonghan x reader #joshua x reader #jun x reader #hoshi x reader #wonwoo x reader #dk x reader #mingyu x reader #minghao x reader #seungkwan x reader #vernon x reader #chan x reader #seventeen fic rec #pls give these/any fic writers some love !!! they truly deserve it :DD #also omg i’m ngl i’m a bit embarrassed to display my very specific love for certain blogs i’ve been following for a while LMAO HELP

[sunsetforsvt]

"What would it be like to date Boo Seungkwan?"

photo credits: @shua-ssi

angst, fluff, mention of smut;

warning: sorry for any typos, unfortunately i'm not fluent in english :(

How did you meet?

On a Saturday morning, you crawl lazily into the coffee shop on the corner of your street. You woke up craving hot chocolate, so you decided to treat yourself to a full breakfast.

As you walk up to the counter to place your order, you come across a confused man trying to choose something from the menu. Noticing his difficulty, you approach him in a friendly manner and say: "Hi, I see you're having trouble with the menu, do you need any help?"

The man smiles embarrassedly as he confirms with a shake of his head. He drags the menu towards him and points with his finger at a picture. "Could you tell me the ingredients of this drink? I've been pretending to choose something from the menu for an hour now, but my English isn't very good and I don't understand what it says."

You laugh warmly before explaining the ingredients of each drink, and after helping the man to order, you look at him and ask: "May I know your name?"

He gives a big smile and replies: "Of course! My name is Boo Seungkwan. May I also know the name of the savior of my breakfast?"

First Meeting

The cool evening breeze whips through your hair as your steps quicken, unfortunately you're 15 minutes late for your meeting with Boo. As you walk quickly, you can't help but curse the subway, did public transportation have to be so slow today?

As you enter the restaurant, you see him smiling as he waves to you. As you sit down at the table, he hands you a large glass of beer while saying: "Y/N, you took a long time to arrive, I thought I was going to have to eat alone!"

"I'm sorry, Boo." You say, taking a big gulp of beer to quench your thirst. "Unfortunately the subway didn't want us to meet today."

"One more reason for me to hate the subway." He jokes as he picks up the menu for you to choose something. "I'll only forgive you because you look so beautiful."

"Do I look pretty?" You laugh shyly, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. "Are you trying to seduce me, Boo?"

You notice the blush appearing on his cheeks as he looks away from the menu. He gives you a shy smile as he replies: "That was my intention all along. Do you like barbecue?"

First kiss

"Boo, stop throwing breadcrumbs at the birds! There's an army of them in front of us." You scold him fearfully as you cower on the bench you're sitting on.

"Don't be like that Y/N, they're hungry! Look how cute they are, they're our friends." He says distractedly, throwing more crumbs to the newly arrived birds.

"When the bread runs out, they'll attack us! There's too many of them, Boo!" You say, holding his arm to stop him from throwing any more crumbs. "I'm scared!"

"What can I do to calm you down? Would you like a hug? A kiss?" He says playfully as he throws the packet of crumbs into the garbage can next to the bench.

Your cheeks flush, you think it's the perfect moment to do what you've been thinking about for weeks. In an impulse of courage you reply: "Yes, I want to."

Seungkwan looks at you with wide eyes, his mouth open in surprise. He spends a few minutes opening and closing his mouth, thinking about what to say when he finally says: "Did you mean it?"

"Yes." Nervousness is present in your voice as you try to explain yourself. "I mean, I'm not going to be upset if you don't want to, I just thought that-"

He interrupted you by putting his hands under your face and kissing you gently. At first, surprise overtook your body and you didn't know how to act properly, but you quickly composed yourself and reciprocated by putting your hands under his arms.

Dating request

You were very worried. Your communication with Seungkwan had been terrible for exactly a week.

Over the last week, he's only replied to basic messages. Now he's sent you a message asking you to meet him at a flower shop on the other side of town. What's wrong with him? Is he crazy to want you out late at night? Why does he want to see you in a flower shop? Has someone close to him passed away?

Worried about this last possibility, you quickly get up from the sofa and pack your old, worn-out sweatshirt, heading for the door. Leaving your apartment, you begin to mentally pray that nothing bad has happened to Boo.

When you arrive at the flower shop, you see him visibly nervous, dressed in a nice suit while he seems to be going over something in his head. When he realizes you're there, he screams in fright, putting his hands under his chest.

You laugh warmly as you take his hands in yours. You remember why you came here and ask: "Boo, is everything okay? Why are you wearing a suit late at night in front of a flower shop?"

"Please, let's go in." He says nervously, opening the door for you.

As you enter, you're confronted with small lights hanging everywhere, showing a small, cozy space surrounded by various types of flowers of all colors and sizes. It was like a fairytale garden, the place was surreal!

"Boo, it's so beautiful here! I feel like I'm in a fairy tale!" You say impressed by the beauty of the place, turning to face the man behind you.

"Y/N." Seungkwan takes her hands between his and sighs nervously. "I rehearsed a lot for this moment, I went over what I was going to say all week, but honestly, I can't remember anything right now." He gives you a nervous laugh as he scratches his throat to continue." "I really like you, I fell in love with you from the first day I saw you. I don't stop thinking about you for a minute during the day and I have an overwhelming desire to make you mine. I want to take care of you, I want to create memories with you and I want to keep giving you the best of me every day."

He approaches you gently and looks deep into your eyes. "Y/N, will you date me?"

First I love you

"Boo, the saucepan is burning! I asked you to stir it!" You say angrily as you rush to turn off the heat and avoid a disaster.

"Stirring the saucepan?" He says confused. "I understood that I was supposed to cut radishes."

"Boo, I asked you to stir the saucepan, I asked you three times." You sigh angrily and turn to him. "You're a terrible kitchen assistant, this is the third time you've ruined our dinner, I want you out of my kitchen!"

He widens his eyes in amazement and says: "You're very ungrateful, you can't throw me out like that." He drops the knife on the counter and puts the radishes aside, crossing his arms to face you.

"Not only can I, but I will." You try to push him out of the kitchen, while he remains resilient in his position. "Come on Boo Seungkwan, I have to finish cooking dinner."

"What you're doing to me is assault." He says indignantly as he continues with his arms crossed. "I'm just not going to report it because I like you very much and I love you very much."

You stop pushing him and turn away to face him with a big smile on your lips. Seungkwan wrinkles his nose, pretending to be offended. You approach him and place a small kiss on his lips, holding him in a tight embrace.

"I love you too, Boo! I love you so much!" You say softly as you pull away to look at him. "Now get out of my kitchen, being cute with me won't help you get away with it."

First fight

"Boo, is something wrong? You've been avoiding me since we got back from dinner." You say worriedly as you sit down next to him on the sofa.

"I don't know Y/N, why don't you ask Jeonghan hyung if there's something wrong?" He mutters angrily as he stares at a random point in the room.

"Calm down, are you jealous? What's gotten into you?" you ask, irritated by the sudden attack, while trying to understand what's going on.

"What's wrong with me?" He finally looks at you after a long time of avoiding you. "Do you think it's cool to talk to your boyfriend all the time about how cool another guy is?"

"Seungkwan, Jeonghan is your friend!" You shout angrily about what your boyfriend has just insinuated. "I said he was nice because he was the most receptive to me, I thought you were happy that I was making friends with your friends."

"You've made a very strong friendship with Jeonghan hyung, haven't you?" He wrinkles his nose in disgust and glares at you, fury showing on his face.

"You know what, Seungkwan? I'm not going to argue with you. You've just ruined my evening!" You shout angrily as you head for your room. "I hope you'll think about that ridiculous attitude you're having, good night!" You bid him farewell by slamming the door.

First time

It's a quiet night, you're lying comfortably on your boyfriend's chest while you enjoy the comfortable silence that hangs in the room.

You feel his hands gently reaching under your blouse to caress your back. It's been a while since he discovered that this is a sensitive spot for you, so he likes to run his fingertips gently down your back to see you squirming on it.

"Boo, it's tickling." You laugh softly, squirming under his touch. Trying to get away from your boyfriend's hands, you climb on top of him, putting your legs next to his body, hugging him to distract him.

Your action isn't enough to make Seungkwan give up, he traps you in a hug and keeps running one of his hands over your back. You squirm trying to escape your boyfriend's grip, trying to hold back the series of shivers and gasps that want to escape your body.

"Baby, I think you'd better stop." He says seriously as he uses both hands to stop you on his lap.

You look at him in confusion, but as you try to move, you feel something beneath you. Realizing what it is, you widen your eyes in surprise as you feel a warmth spread through your body.

"I think we'd better go to sleep." Seungkwan clears his throat to disguise his discomfort, moving his hand to her hips to lift her off his lap.

"Baby, what if I don't want to sleep?" You answer timidly, remaining resistant in your position. As you sit up, you press your ass against your boyfriend's erection, making him moan softly.

He sighs audibly and holds his hips, casting a needy glance at you. "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured, we can sleep if you want."

"I want to, let me take care of you. Since I caused the problem, I have to solve it, right?" You say seductively, while moving your hips slowly over your boyfriend.

Seungkwan can't stand your teasing, he puts his hand on the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss.

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[heennnngggggarae]

7.27 pm

A/n: This was supposed to be posted on Seungkwans birthday but time got the best of me :(, anyway HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY OUR DEAREST BOO

You still remember the conversation you had with Seungkwan about you buying kotatsu like it was yesterday.

“You bought a kotatsu?”

“Yes and I would really appreciate it if you help me get it inside right now, and stop using that judging tone with me,”

Seungkwan sighed before grabbing the end of the short table and dragging it inside, before placing it sideways beside the coffee table.

“We’re not going to be able to use this, you know? There’s literally no room for this,”

He gestures towards the kotatsu, wearing that expression of his showing his dislike towards something. 

“I’ll make room somehow, and since you don’t like it, I better not catch you using it,”

The way he rolls his eyes made you certain that he didn’t care for your empty threat. And now spotting him getting cozy with your kotatsu while peeling tangerines and watching the tv makes you want to snuggle with him, but you can’t lose the once in a lifetime experience to tease him.

“What are you doing on MY kotatsu?”

The way Seungkwan whipped his head to you with that speed makes you a little bit worried that he’ll give himself a whiplash.

You cross your arms waiting for his explanation while he looked between the tv and you.

“Well?”

“...”

He murmurs as you get closer to him, ducking his head to appear smaller.

“What did you say?” You ask him while holding a smile that’s threatening to show on your face.

“I said It’s cold and you're not home yet so I can’t snuggle,”

He said finally looking up at you with a pout on his face, while you’re beaming and smiling. You put your bags on the sofa before getting in the kotatsu. Your hand wrapped around his waist before you snuggle deeper to his neck.

“You’re teasing me earlier, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm, that was a rare opportunity for me y’know,”

Seungkwan sighs before focusing back on the tv, while his hands divide the tangerines in his hand and feeding one to you. 

#seventeen #svt x reader #seungkwan scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen drabbles #seventeen oneshot #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen timestamps #seventeen seungkwan #seventeen reactions #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan imagines #seungkwan drabble #seungkwan headcanons #seventeen headcanons #svt headcanons #svt fluff #svt imagines #seungkwan x reader #boo seungkwan

[yveaart]

"you know other girls"-hhu was so cuteee💗💗

can i request the same for vocal unit?<3

“you know other girls?” — w seventeen vu !

🍒woozi

seriously stop playing with him

he was ranting about a bad experience while he was going to get coffee outside his studio for once.

“and then i bumped into her spilling coffee through some of her documents, i had to compensate for it”

“what?!”

“what do you mean what?” he said

“you know other women?” you sneered trying to keep giggles in

“women are literally more than half of the worlds population.” he deadpanned at you

you just told him to finish his story tbh

🍒jeonghan

unpredictable man

there was this choreographer who kept on touching jeonghan’s shoulder every time she came by

she conversed with him freely and giving him wide smiles

you would throw blank stares at her and even a few coughs when she came by to return during the break time

“how can you know other women?” you glared at him, jealousy raging over your chest

“hm?” he said innocently (not rlly)

“that was my cousin” he smiled wider, he let you fall onto his trap knowing you were some possessive woman.

“cat got your tongue? maybe you could tie me up so i won’t have to know anyone else” he said with a sly smirk displaying on his lips

you couldn’t ever pull this shit anymore because he will turn the tables every time.

🍒joshua

in a world of boys he’s a gentlemen

same thing that happened with jeonghan.

an old classmate came by and was being touchy with him, grabbing his biceps or caressing it

it was as if shes getting closer and closer to merge with him

“could you please step back? you’re making me and my girlfriend uncomfy”

that woman fled so fast

“jo-“

“no baby, i don’t know any other significant women other than you and my family” he smiled placing a kiss on your forehead

no more asking anymore.

🍒seungkwan

side eye

CRIMINAL SIDE EYE

like what did u even say

“you know other women?” you said voice steady eyes piercing through

he would laugh HYSTERICALLY. sad to say that h lost ur pride and ur rights to be jealous

“wait you were serious?…” he said wiping his tears off his cheeks

“no..”

“WAIT NO YOU ARE, i have to tell the gc lol”

he would realize it later that u were serious and tell u how he had to work with different idols including women in his work industry

but there’s nothing to worry

BECAUSE HE CHOSE U🫶🏻

🍒seokmin

bad date idea

watching his past performances

arthur. (iykyk)

you were joyous seeing his performance, his singing ability

and him looking a tad bit silly in his medieval costumes

all those smiles drop seeing the ending.

you were not that type of woman, but you decided that it would be fun to tease your boyfriend. ofc you knew it was for work.

“so did it feel good?” you *jokingly* sneered

“not at all, i prefer your kisses” he smiled assuring you

full of assurance, why doubt this cutie? but he said it wrong so don’t take it to heart bc he meant “i only want your kisses”😓

“prefer huh? you know other women?”

“NO BAB-“

yeah he had a grocery bag over his head the whole day as his self torture for “doing you wrong”

would hit into things trying to find your moving figure to apologize and bow to you (you had to give him cuddles telling him you were joking.

#seventeen oneshots #seventeen #seventeen vocal unit #svt #svt oneshots #svt vocal unit #svt fanfic #svt drabbles #yvedrabbles #svt jeonghan #woozi svt #svt joshua #svt seungkwan #svt dk #joshua svt #svt fic #svt fluff #svt x reader #svt imagines #svtcreations #seventeen fic #seventeen x you #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #seventeen oneshot #seventeen imagines #yoon jeonghan #seventeen yoon jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #yvesdrabble

[cheolism]

voice

➳ boo seungkwan x f!reader

➳ summary: your boyfriend calls while you're fantasizing about his fingers and voice

➳ wc is approx 2.3k

➳ tags: established relationship, phone sex, guided masturbation, mutual masturbation. dirty talk, soft seungkwan, soft!dom seungkwan. seungkwan says take your vitamins!! my adoration for his soft voice and hands.

➳ warnings: reader has female anatomy, two uses of good girl. other petnames: kitten, angel, princess, baby. tears from desperation, frustration.

➳ inspired by @playmetheclassics and the svt carat call

Five minutes left until your scheduled call with Seungkwan, and you were absolutely screwed.

Your hand was pressed against your cunt, fingers molding to its shape. You weren't doing anything other than grinding gently into your hand, soft little rocks that had your mouth parting and eyes fluttering. Your fingers snagged against the fabric of your sweatpants, the fabric seemingly doing nothing to obscure the outline of your pussy, nothing to keep you bared from the gentle pleasure of your fingers.

The picture on your phone, discarded on the bed beside you, began to dim. You hurriedly tapped it back awake and, once again, were met with the selfie your boyfriend had sent.

It was perfectly innocent. Seungkwan, smiling widely into the camera, cheeks rising like bread and eyes sparkling. His free hand raised, throwing a peace sign into the camera, his long, slender fingers spread in a perfect, unintentional imitation of how he would hold open your cunt when he was ready to feast on your pussy.

His fingers -- you gasped a little, your middle finger pressing down into your hole and just grazing it. Seungkwan's fingers were the most beautiful you had ever seen and were, more often than not, the object of your desire. Watching him peel open ramen packets, tie the laces of his shoes, how nimble his fingers moved and weaved, mind inevitably turning perverted with thoughts of how reverently, deliciously, his fingers moved in your cunt.

You whined, pitching forward and burrowing your face into the sheets. His fingers were so much longer than your own, could reach deep within and bring you to tears in just a matter of minutes.

Meanwhile you felt like crying out of frustration from your own fingers seemingly not being enough.

vrrrrrrrrrrrrt. vrrrrrrrrrrrrt.

The second vibration had you springing up in your bed, thighs inadvertently squeezing your hand further into your cunt. You yanked your hand out, scrambling for the phone.

"Kwannie!" You gasped out, squirming on your bed to get in a comfortable position. You snapped your legs shut in a false pretense of modesty, though all this did was trap the warmth of your cunt, pressing down on it and applying pressure to your clit. But then when you opened your legs for relief the air of the room rushed in, cooling your cunt and causing it to clench.

"Angel!" Seungkwan called back. You could hear the smile in his voice, could imagine how his cheeks were raising, eyes twinkling, how his entire being would be glowing. "I miss you so much, sweetheart."

You sighed, eyes fluttering shut. "I missed you, darling. Miss you."

"Did you get the picture of the cat I sent you?" There was a rustling noise on his end, the sound of sheets and blankets wrinkling. "It was right outside the hotel, I swear! I nearly picked it up and brought it inside. It was so cute and sweet, Angel!"

Seungkwan carried on talking about the cat, describing its tabby orange coat, the amber of its eyes. His voice was soft and sweet, reminding you of gentle smiles and hearts filled with love and adoration, his voice sounding like what kitten paws feel like, like clouds and kitten paws and sweetness personified.

He paused, catching his breath in a soft little pant. The hitch in his breath was minuscule, seemingly irrelevant; immediately your gut was reacting, twisting, your mind automatically filling in the blanks.

Seungkwan, panting; the press of his hands on your thighs as he lifted them, fingers digging into your flesh. His breath, warm against your face as he whined at the feel of your cunt clenching around him desperately. Seungkwan's cock slowly driving into you, dragging against your walls, your cunt rapidly clenching and relaxing in an attempt to accommodate the intrusion.

Fuck.

You put the phone on speaker, resting it on the bed next to you. Then you were tugging your sweats down and over your ass. You stuffed your hand underneath your underwear, the cold of your fingers piercing through the warmth of your cunt and dragging a soft little whimper from your lips.

Seungkwan paused. "Angel? Are you okay?"

"Y -- yeah!" You cleared your throat. "Just uh. Got a little frog stuck in my throat."

"Sweetheart," he began, and you could detect the nagging tone in his voice. It did nothing to stop your fingers from slipping to line with your cunt, your middle pressing down and rubbing tauntingly against your hole. "If you need to grab some cold medicine, go on ahead. I know there's some beneath the bathroom sink. There should be the cherry flavored cough candies you like, I remember grabbing some before we left."

Seungkwan carried on, talking about all the different cold medicines beneath your sink, concerned about your nonexistent ailment. Meanwhile your thumb, not yet warmed from your cunt and still cold from the air of the bedroom, brushed against your clit. The difference in temperature had you jolting, and immediately you were rocking up into your hand.

You dipped two of your fingers into your hole. Not enough to do anything other than massage it, but still you were rocking your hips up into your hand, thumb brushing against your clit. It was a gentle sort of pressure, one that crept up on you and had you exhaling in soft little puffs of air.

"Fuck --" Seungkwan broke off from his tangent about vitamins. You could picture his frown in your mind. "I've got a hangnail."

A hangnail.

On his finger.

Immediately your mind was spinning fantasies. Seungkwan's fingers, his fingers pressed against your cunt instead of yours. His long thumb rocking against your clit in time with his fingers inside of your cunt. His soft, sweet melodic voice coaxing you into an orgasm.

"Seungkwan!" You gasped, the thought of his fingers in your cunt causing your hips to rock up further, your own fingers dipping in further. "Fuck --"

The line went silent on his end. Realization seeped through you, how his name had left your lips wantonly.

"Wait -- Seungkwan --"

"Oh," he breathed against the phone, voice curling in delight. "Is that what my kitten has been doing?"

Your hand quickened against your cunt. No longer were you gently trying to bring an orgasm, trying to bring it like the ocean lapping at the beach on a bright day. Now your fingers were rapidly plunging into your pussy, thumb harsh against your clit, more like the ocean waves crashing against a cliff side during a storm.

"Are you fucking yourself, angel?" Seungkwan's voice was farther away from the phone as he, presumably, worked his pants down enough to stick his hand inside. "Has my dirty little angel been using her fingers this whole time? Being a perverted little kitten?"

"Kwannie," you gasped, eyes squeezing shut. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Kwannie. Just want -- saw your fingers in the picture --"

Seungkwan chuckled. His voice was deepening quick, gaining that rasp that he acquired when desire settled deep within his gut. "What? Are you telling me an innocent picture like that had you so desperate for me?"

"Your fingers, Kwannie," you breathed, biting down on your lip. You were working your hand furiously in your cunt, but no matter how you tried to bring out your orgasm, something was missing. Something was missing, and you knew it was a man who was halfway across the world.

"Just my fingers are enough to get you to stick your hand in your cunt like this." Seungkwan laughed again, but it wasn't like his loud, cute boyish giggle that constantly had you laughing alongside him. It was dark and stern, the sort of laugh that went straight to your cunt and had wetness gushing from it.

"Yes." You tossed your head back against the pillows. "Your fingers, your voice. Kwannie, your fucking voice."

He swore softly on the other end. "Fuck, kitten. You like me that much, do you? My fingers, my voice? Like me talking to you?"

"Yes."

"Can't believe I was sitting here talking about cough medicine while you had your fingers knuckle deep in your pussy," he sighed. A little groan escaped his lips and had you imagining his hand in his pants, wrapped around his dick, thumb pressing into the slit. "Tell me, sweetheart. Talk to me about it."

"I hate it," you sobbed, hips driving up and into your hand relentlessly. "I want you, Seungkwan. Want you here, want your fingers, want your mouth and cock, want your dick and fingers in my cunt, want it so badly."

Seungkwan whined in response, his stoic demeanor slipping. No matter how hard he would always try, as soon as you started rambling and crying he was on his knees, ready to give you the world. "Are your fingers too short, kitten? Can't reach into your cunt like mine can?"

"Want you," you cried. The pressure in your cunt combined with pure, unbridled emotion had tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. You wanted Seungkwan. You wanted him at your side as the two of you ate cereal in the mornings, wanted to hear him nagging you to take your vitamins, his fingers dividing them up. You wanted his dick in your cunt, wanted to feel his wicked fingers press into you.

You missed Seungkwan, you missed him so fucking much.

"Fuck, fuck," he hissed into the phone. You could picture it, his eyes pressed shut, eyelashes fluttering against the rise of his cheeks. His mouth in a pout, his lips glistening from the juices of your cunt, your saliva. "Wish it's my fingers in your pussy, angel? Wish it's my fingers sinking into you, wish it's my fingers knuckle-deep?"

You couldn't help but nod into the phone. You couldn't do anything other than whine, your thumb bearing down on your clit meanly. You wanted Seungkwan; wanted to orgasm; wanted his body next to yours, wanted his thighs wrapped around your head as you take his cock in your mouth.

"Gotta picture it's my fingers," he ordered, voice soft but no less stern. "It's my long fingers in your cunt, angel. It's my thumb on your clit, it's my fingers that you're clenching around. It feels so good, kitten. Love how you feel around my fingers always. Love how you sound for me, love how pretty you look."

"Kwan," you sobbed.

"Can hear your cunt, kitten," he groaned. "Can fucking hear your cunt around my fingers. I bet you're soaked. You're soaked for me, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Good girl. Always so good for me, baby. You gotta keep being good, angel."

"Mm good," you whimpered. "Always good. Good for you, Seungkwannie."

He cursed into the phone again. "Fuck. Your hand feels so good on my dick, angel."

You could practically feel his dick in your hand. Could see it, how it would curve upwards, precum leaking profusely from the tip because you and Seungkwan were absolutely messy together, his cock always wet for you, your cunt always drenched for him.

"Feels so good," he echoed, voice tearing off in a soft moan. "Gonna cum for you, angel. Can you cum for me? Need you to cum, kitten. Need to hear you cry, need to -- fuck, fuck. Gotta cum for me, kitten."

"Kwan --" You shoved a third finger into your cunt, the stretch immediately burning. But you carried on, desperate, the stretch delicious and burning and driving you insane. You felt full, moreso than before, but -- "Need your cock, Kwannie. Please, please, please --"

"Don't cry, kitten," he cooed. "I'll give you my cock. Just cum for me first, okay? Gotta get your cunt all soaked and pretty first, okay?"

You nodded into the phone again. You were working hard, desperate for a release. But: "Nothing -- Kwannie, I can't, I can't --"

"It's okay, angel," he soothed, his voice gentle and sweet. "Calm down, baby. Listen to me, all right?

"Take your fingers out, okay -- don't cry, it's okay, kitten. Gotta trust me, trust your Seungkwannie, okay? Take your fingers out, wipe 'em off. Can you do that?

"Want you to grab your pillow. The second one, the one beneath the first. Want you to mount it, kitten. Mount it like it's my dick. Put the side against your cunt. I want you to ride it, angel. Drag your cunt on it, rock on it. That's it, that's a good girl. Love hearing your whimpers, baby.

"Okay. Grab my pillow, sweetheart. Press your pretty face into it, want you to breathe it in. Bet it still smells like me, don't it? Take deep breaths in. Want your tears to soak it, baby.

"You're doing so good, princess. Can you -- want you to focus on pressing your cute little clit against the pillow, okay? Feels good? You look so beautiful, kitten, look so perfect. You sound perfect, and you feel so perfect around my fingers.

"You gotta cum now for me, okay? Can you cum for me like a good girl?"

Both pillows soaked, one from your cunt and orgasm and the other from your tears, you flopped onto the mattress. You panted, closing your eyes as you tried to catch your breath while your hand patted around for the bed, trying to find your phone.

"Kwannie --" You gasped, bringing the phone to your face. "Seungkwan, fuck -- did you --"

Seungkwan laughed, though not unkindly. "Of course I did, angel. You sounded so beautiful. I wish -- I wish I was there with you, though."

You shut your eyes, feeling a lump form in your throat. "Yeah. Yeah. I wish you were here, too, baby."

"I'll be back -- fuck --" You jumped at his startled shout, pulling your phone away from your face in bewilderment. You could hear him shouting from the other side of the phone. "No -- get out! Fuck, I told you not to come in --"

"It's my room too --"

"Hoshi, I told you to give me an hour! I swear to God --" Seungkwan's voice suddenly was loud in the phone, desperation heavy with every word. "Baby, I gotta go. I'll call you back -- just give me -- CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR KWON SOONYOUNG!"

#svthub #my writing #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #svt #seventeen #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan fic #seungkwan oneshot #boo seungkwan x reader #boo seungkwan fic #boo seungkwan oneshot #svt fic #svt oneshot #svt x reader #seventeen fic #seventeen oneshot #seventeen x reader #svt smut

[yikesmary]

all fics are fluff unless stated otherwise. this will be constantly updated as i post a fic.

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updated: april 14th, 2024

choi seungcheol / s.coups

series: ↪ fake dating roommates one two three four — summary: in which choi seungcheol becomes your roommate and fake boyfriend in one fell swoop. and you still don’t know how it happened.

one shots: ↪  pregnancy cravings — summary: where being pregnant comes with its struggles, and one of them just so happens to be the random pregnancy cravings. so, in the middle of the night, you try to sneak out and go to the convenience store nearby and buy something to satisfy your craving. however, your husband wakes up and insists to accompany you—even if he’s barely awake.  

↪ finally   — summary: in a last-ditch effort to study before your big final exam, you barricade yourself in your apartment in order to study as much as you can. on the day of your last exam, your boyfriend, seungcheol, finally sees you and comes with gifts.

↪ boyfriend duties — summary: after a night out with your friends, your boyfriend, seungcheol tries to take care of a drunk you. as he is helping you get ready for bed, you start mumbling about an interesting topic

↪ untitled (ANGST) — summary: the only thing I can tell you without giving out any spoilers: I am truly sorry for what I've done

↪ ruined birthday surprise — summary: in which you try your hardest to surprise cheol.

yoon jeonghan none for now

hong jisoo / joshua ↪ clockwork (ANGST) — summary: where it wasn’t supposed to be like this. but it did.

wen junhui / jun none for now

kwon soonyoung / hoshi ↪ savior — summary: where you save soonyoung from a horrible, wild beast. spoiler: it's a spider

jeon wonwoo ↪ book boyfriend — summary: who needs a fictional boyfriend when your real boyfriend was even better than the movies?

↪  cat dad — summary: whenever you go to your boyfriend, wonwoo's, house, his cat mimi. and he's totally not jealous because of this.

↪ bedtime routine — summary:  where you loved times like these with your boyfriend, wonwoo.

↪ marriage — summary: where wonwoo’s nightmare is coming true. (contrary to the title, this one shot is lighthearted)

↪ birthday surprise — summary:  where you and nari try to make breakfast and a cake before wonwoo wakes up… if only your daughter knew what the word “surprise” meant.

↪ moving on (ft. mingyu) — summary: in which giving up on kim mingyu seems to be the only solution, and jeon wonwoo is right there to help you out.

lee jihoon / woozi none for now

lee seokmin / dk none for now

kim mingyu ↪ puppy parents — summary: where your golden retriever has the tendency to bring you things she has an interest in— sticks, frisbees that obviously don’t belong to you, and even the occasional bird. but this time, your dog brings… a man? and not just any man, only the most beautiful man you’ve ever met. maybe your dog is onto something…

↪ husband duties — summary: where mingyu is the best support system for your pregnancy.

↪ drunk giant —  summary: in which you have to figure out how to transfer your drunk boyfriend to the bedroom without causing major bodily harm. and he’s not making it easy for you.

↪ shave —  summary: with your boyfriend’s comeback approaching, mingyu asks you to help with shaving.

↪ (not) a date night —  summary: sometimes it was hard dating an idol because of their busy schedules. after missing a date and being mia, mingyu tries to make it up to you.

↪ moving on (ft. wonwoo) — summary: in which giving up on kim mingyu seems to be the only solution, and jeon wonwoo is right there to help you out.

↪ hypnotized — summary: where you've got seventeen's mingyu hypnotized, and he doesn't mind it one bit.

xu minghao ↪ artblock — summary: trying to finish a commission, you find yourself stuck in what to paint. thankfully your boyfriend knows exactly what to do in order to help you get your inspiration back.

boo seungkwan none for now

hansol vernon chwe / vernon none for now

lee chan / dino none for now

#masterlist #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen mingyu x reader #seventeen minghao x reader #oneshots #fanfics #seventeen scoups x reader #seventeen seungcheol x reader #seventeen jeonghan x reader #seventeen joshua x reader #seventeen jun x reader #seventeen wonwoo x reader #seventeen woozi x reader #seventeen dk x reader #seventeen seungkwan x reader #seventeen vernon x reader #seventeen dino x reader

[honeyshua]

“Can you hold me? The stress isn’t good for the baby.” Your words caught Seungkwan off guard. While it wasn’t possible to say “???” out loud Seungkwan’s face said it for him. “What baby??” Seungkwan whisper yelled trying not to freak out too much. “I’m the baby.” “Yah Y/N you can’t scare me like that!” He raised his voice and dramatically put his hand on his heart.

A few seconds later Seungkwan was giving you a back hug. You sighed happily and took a deep breath. Seungkwan could feel some of the stress seem to leave you just from his touch. “What’s got my baby so stressed?” At that point you were glad he couldn’t see your face and the blush that suddenly appeared.

He guided you to the couch and let you lay on his chest. You vented about everything that was making you stressed. After you vented you felt better and thanked Seungkwan for listening. “You don’t have to thank me for listening. I love listening to you and knowing what’s going on in your mind.”

#this is so short but it feels like a natural place to end it lol #seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #svt #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt oneshot #seventeen fluff #svt fanfic #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #svt seungkwan #seventeen seungkwan #svt fluff #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan drabble #seungkwan fic #seungkwan imagines #seungkwan scenarios #seungkwan seventeen #seungkwan svt #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x you #seungkwan x y/n #boo seungkwan fluff #svt boo seungkwan #svt blurbs #svt comfort

[hcuyk]

SYNOPSIS : jeonghan loves you. the happier ending to kidult

PAIRING : daycareworker!jeonghan x genderneutral!reader

GENRES : established relationship, daycare au, angst, fluff, features seventeen as children

WARNINGS : mentions of car accident and child neglect

TEASER WORD COUNT : 329

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT : 7-10k

ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE : within the next week. i lied its coming out when i get time cause why tf is my college doing sm

TAGLIST : lmk if you want to be added!

A/N : this is for kidult jeonghan reaching 1k notes. i love you all

K. COLLECTION [Y.JH] ONE | TWO

Tears began to stream down your face, unable to hold them back, and you were thankful Jeonghan missed it, but when you heard him apologize, you turned around and snapped at him.

“What the hell do you even want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“You had two weeks to talk to me!” you yelled, fighting the loudness of the rain. The stream of tears ran faster down your cheeks as you brought a hand to your forehead, shielding the rain from getting into your eyes.

“I tried!”

“By knocking on my door for an hour straight at two in the fucking morning?! You could’ve called! You have a key!”

“Well it’s not like you tried either—”

“I got hit by a car!” you screamed, storming towards him as the sky reflected your mood. The thunder was just as loud as the pounding in your heart, and the rain poured just as much as your tears. You pushed Jeonghan, and behind him you saw a crack of lightning. Your vision started to blur as you didn’t hold back your sobs, wanting to show him the pain he’d inflicted on you ever since he left.

“I got hit by a car, Jeonghan! What about you? Were you hit by a car?! A truck? Perhaps a plane?” You forced out a manic laugh before continuing. “Wait, no, don’t tell me. Let me guess,-”

“Y/N—”

“-mauled by a bear?”

“I can explain-”

“Tell me I’m goddamn overreacting.” You took a step forward, and instead of pushing him again, you stared, making him look at the pain he created. “Tell me I’m overreacting, Hannie. Look me in my eyes and say it loud and clear.”

“I knew you’d be there for me.”

“I missed you, I needed you-”

“I know.”

“The day I lose you is the day I lose myself.”

“I don’t want you to wake up and realize I’m not the one for you. I don’t want that for us.”

hopefully the svt readers see this 😔

#kidult `` oneshot #yoon jeonghan #seventeen fluff #svt angst #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan au #svt imagines #svt scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop drabbles #choi seungcheol #joshua hong #wen junhui #kwon soonyoung #jeon wonwoo #lee jihoon #lee seokmin #kim mingyu #xu minghao #boo seungkwan #vernon chwe #lee chan

[lee-aveyourmark]

pov: you're doing grocery shopping with seventeen - maknae line

∘.∙°. masterlist Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, public affection

A/N: For legal reasons, some of this is a joke. I don't mean to undermine any of the members, so please don't misread my writing :)

mingyu Efficient. Knows what he needs to buy before entering the store, but is also flexible in changing his shopping list or meal plan if the store doesn't stock certain items. Is not afraid to ask store clerks where certain items are. Ends up inadvertently flirting with the aunties, and it takes a foreign hand on his bicep for him to quickly say his goodbyes and run back to you, whining and burying his face into your neck. Wine is a must-add to the cart. There's often a request from Seungcheol for a certain snack. Mingyu is reluctant in gratifying his hyung, and that reluctance quickly transforms into jealousy when you drop the requested item into the basket with indifference. Definitely needs you to hold his hand and stroke his hair for the next five minutes before the jealousy can dissipate.

the8 LIkes to shop at Chinese grocery stores as much as possible, since his culinary range is probably largely Chinese. You can often find this man in the tea section, browsing new leaves for his next tea ceremony and meditation session. There'll most likely be a mala-flavoured item that ends up in the cart. Enjoys introducing you to all the different spices frequently used in northern Chinese cooking and giggles at your cute pronunciation of their names. Also enjoys making conversation with the grandpas that compliment your relationship and- wait, is that Jun? You don't recall being told that he was going to be here. Oh, and now you're being sidelined and thirdwheeled as Jun drags Minghao to check out the newest instant ramen on offer.

dk Giggles, blushes and twirls his hair around his finger every five seconds because, omg, you're out buying groceries with him - how domestic! Absolutely adores taking photos of you doing literally whatever at the store - looking at items, picking items up, eating samples, pushing the cart - he's capturing it all. Tries so hard to control himself when seeing you strolling down the aisles in his oversized hoodie, but fails miserably as his lips make contact with your cheek. As our resident ray of sunshine, this man will buy food based on how cute the packaging is. I'm talking bright colours, funky fonts, and baby animal mascots. Will also choose the odd-shaped fruits and vegetables because they're "quirky" and he feels a little sorry for them.

seungkwan Is an absolute sweetheart to all of the elderly ladies slowly pushing their carts through the store. Makes conversation with them and helps them pick items off shelves that are too high for them. Also is super sweet to the children, complimenting them and playing with them. He's always closely inspecting the health foods on offer, but looks forward to seeing the pastries from the bakery next door to the supermarket. When you offer to buy him some, he adamantly refuses, makes the excuse that he was just browsing and then complains about his diet under his breath. The excitement lit across his face when trying the weekly cookie menu is something that you'll never get sick of, and you make sure to bring him grocery shopping more often.

vernon What is Chwe Hansol doing in the grocery store with you? Honestly, he's asking himself that too because this man has zero experience. The assistance he attempts to provide is based on information from the internet, and I'm talking about WikiHow articles on buying bread. Uses logic to the best of his abilities, helping to choose items based on price point. However, logic doesn't get him very far when you're asking him which brand would taste the best. Will internally freak out if you leave him in the queue to grab something, and will need a breather when you return to the line with the loaf of bread that you forgot. Always has music on, so you'll need to give him a good shake of his shoulder to grab his attention.

dino Our maknae can cook, but that doesn't translate into having sense regarding grocery shopping. If he can't track you down amongst the aisles, there's a high chance of him calling another member for help. Particularly, he'll likely call a 95-line hyung with the expectation of them fulfilling their hyung role. Alas, I'm not entirely sure if Seungcheol, Jeonghan or Joshua knows whether a three-dollar cucumber is a bargain or not. Is extremely confused when you're walking around slapping watermelons like Seungcheol would his ass amidst dance practice. Honestly, just very confused but also very curious and willing to learn lots on how to select the freshest produce so that he can impress you with a tasty homemade dish one day.

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