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seungcheorry · 2 days

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"what's gotten into you?", you breathlessly ask, as vernon flips you over in his bed once again.

he smirks, laying on top of you to bury his face on your neck. the way his lips trace your skin it's almost sinful.

"just need you", vernon says, breathing in your scent. "need your body."

and he truly does, so you let him.

you let vernon touch you, fingers working painfully slow on you as you gasp and ask him to, please, do something else.

you let vernon rest his head on your chest, enamored by your form and the way you arch your back when his fingers and mouth touch your nipples.

you let vernon have his way with you, his sweaty forehead resting on your shoulder as he groans like it's hurting, the way you're gripping him and the way he can feel all of you.

you let vernon reach his high and lay down beside you, arm resting on top of you as he mumbles sweet nothings to you.

"i love you";

"you're so good";

"you're the one for me".

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hannieehaee · 23 days

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what we think abt sub!vernon cuz honestly i feel like he has a mommy kink and i can just imagine him whining and begging to cum 🫠

18+ / mdi

content: sub!vernon, sofdom!reader, afab reader, smut, nipple play (m receiving), blowjob, body worship, etc.

wc: 858

a/n: maybe a little tmi but i have both father and mother issues so i cant see myself writing anything related to mommy or daddy kink ... BUT i am a fan of sub!vernon so!

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vernon's always been a man of little words, someone who does not often react to things in the way one would usually expect a person to. this was, however, not the vernon you knew.

the vernon you knew was quite expressive – even to an embarrassing extent.

your vernon would always belly-laugh at your jokes. would always use an extensive vocabulary when it came to complimenting you. would always commentate on the movies you watched together. he'd never leave you wanting more.

especially in the bedroom.

in an almost effortless manner, you could render vernon into a whiney mess, whimpering at you to please touch him the way only you knew how to.

you'd start by undressing him while sensually exploring his lips with your tongue, heavy breaths being swallowed by one another. you'd feel him up in indecent ways, making him blush at how shameless you were in your desire for his body.

throughout all this, vernon would moan and pant against your lips, feeding you with silent pleas for more. you'd, of course, comply, fully unable to deny such a pretty boy of your touch.

your lips would explore every inch of his body, kissing at his neck while he asked for permission to please undress you – "wanna feel you too," he'd say. knowing the sight of your body alone could render him to his knees, you'd approve and even give him a little show of undressing yourself.

being fed by his whines, you'd go back to kissing your way down his body, making a lengthy stop to lick at his nipples in, barely even gracing them with your tongue. this would always, without a fault, get him to sheepishly beg you to kiss him properly – to suck and bite at his nipples until he cried. you'd do this with no complaint. using your mouth to nibble and pull at one of his sensitive buds while your fingers – wet from having had him suck on them earlier while kissing – made him gasp at the coolness of your touch as you pulled meanly at his bud. going back and forth between both, vernon would be in tears by the time you were satisfied.

your path downwards would continue, making a show of kissing down his happy trail, leaving your own trail of saliva as you licked your way down. tiny gasps could be heard from above, only inciting you into worshiping his body more and more.

you were used to his whines by now, begging you to "please hurry," and to "kiss him where he wanted you most." but the whines got even louder the closer you got to his most sensitive area.

you were not shy to leave red splotches of love bites all over his thighs, getting meaner by the second in the way you marked him as yours. you had already left your mark all through the length of his body, but his thighs were your favorite. all the plush and soft skin there was just waiting to be marked. traces from your previous love bites could still be seen there.

finally arriving at your final destination, you decided to have a bit more fun with the pretty boy laying under you, kitty-licking his slit as you made eyes at him. you could feel the vibration from his groans at your actions, which only made you wanna ruin him more.

his moans would fill the room as you slowly licked up and down every vein on his cock, going as slow as you possibly could in order to enjoy his cries longer. his arms would stay at his sides, though you could see the struggle he was going through at holding back from forcing his way into your mouth. he was always so good for you, making you inevitable reward him every time.

finally enveloping him in your mouth, you'd bob your head while you moaned against his cock, obsessed with his never-ending cries at the feeling. his words of praise would hit you where it ached the most.

"s-so good, oh fuck ..."

"mouth's so good, shit ... need to cum, please ..."

"'sso tight n' warm ... god, fuck. makin' me lose my mind ..."

"n-needa cum ... nedda feel your cunt- o-oh fuck ..."

you felt delirious at the pretty boy under you, becoming addicted to the way he begged for you; the way he was such a good boy for you.

you gave it your all, sucking and bobbing your head, suctioning around him and moaning against his cock up until the moment his orgasm hit him and he filled your mouth with his spunk.

once more, you'd make a show out of it, licking every drop that fell out of your mouth and even licking at the remnants still on his dick. you'd want nothing more than to keep sucking until he sobbed and begged at you to stop, but you'd save that for another day. for now all you wanted was to climb back up the length of his body and kiss his cum right into his mouth before kissing away all his tears and letting him know what a good boy he'd been for you.

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icyminghao · 10 months

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bf!vernon thoughts

pairing: vernon x gn!reader genre: fluff warning(s): none

requested by anon: what are your thoughts on bf!vernon i miss him so much

thinking about bf!vernon who expresses his love for you through simple gestures. he’s constantly looking out for you, like covering the sharp edges of a table when you walk way too close to it for comfort, or wiping your mouth for you when you get sauce around your lips, he just loves looking out for you in his own little way.

bf!vernon who’s a homebody, but would agree to go anywhere you want with you in a heartbeat. you could be suddenly going bungee jumping bc you saw it on tiktok and it looked fun and he’s going with you, no questions asked.

bf!vernon who usually wouldn’t be the one initiating skinship but would absolutely love it when you initiate physical contact with him in any way. he’ll be smiling softly as you hold hands and walk down the busy street, yearning for the feel of your hand in his again if you let go to do something.

bf!vernon who flusters you without even trying. you’d be minding your own business resding a book and you’ll look up to see him with the most intense gaze directed at you, and when you ask why he’d just tell you you looked beautiful. also likes to lean really close to you when talking to you (he literally has no idea how flustered you get when he does it, he just does it out of habit)

bf!vernon who would hate it if you called him ‘bro’. as much as he is bro-coded, he would literally not have it if you ever accidentally called him bro. “oh, am i your bro now?” is what he’d say, and you’ll have to pepper his face with kisses and drop the cheesiest nicknames for him to start smiling goofily and forgetting about the whole thing.

bf!vernon who probably has a mixtape with songs curated for you (your favourite songs, songs he thinks you’d like, songs that remind him of you). he’d probably gift it to you on a special day, and would want you to listen to it while he’s around so he can see your reaction (you absolutely love it, of course)

bf!vernon is literally the epitome of lovesick, he adores you so much and would stare at and admire you for forever if he could.

a/n: my revenge bedtime procrastination time lately has just been thinking of bf!seventeen this is a little concerning

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holdinbacksecrets · 9 months

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Cuddling with vernon

Spending casual time with him, watching movies and eating ice cream. When you get ice cream near your lips, he'd kiss it saying "cute" It's all so sweet and lovely. Holding you, being the big spoon, playing with your fingers and hair. Kissing you hands, cheeks, nose, neck, ETC. ETC. :(

It's just so simple yet so cute

:( i love hansol so much, and he’s so boyfriend to me, but in a different way… maybe it’s all the weird in him yet he’s also so wise and i appreciate his perspective so this all just aids the boyfriend energy and the comfort that cuddling would bring

he’s definitely someone i imagine doing lots of ‘spending time in the same room doing different things’ bc he just wants to soak up as much of you as possible, and he’ll eventually push away whatever he’s been working on and capture your attention through a soft touch or call of your name. maybe he motions to your room or the balcony if the weather is lovely, and sinking into his arms is an unbeatable experience. you can feel any pressure on your bones release. anxiety in your mind is softened. your heart warms.

maybe you continue to exist in the same silence as before, just closer. maybe random thoughts are shared, interrupting the quiet peace in gentle waves. perhaps you talk for hours now, recharged by your solo activities.

his fingers card through your hair. your hand is on his chest, a leg between his own. the ceiling fan creats a rhythm that would certainly lull you to sleep if you weren’t so engaged by hansol’s words.

kisses meet your forehead. an i love you fills your ears. he tells you a story—shares a memory that isn’t in your catalogue from years ago, from those early days when you were still figuring each other out.

it’s always a strange sensation that embraces you when a loved one shares a past experience of you, coming to know about the way your left in another’s life, the way your energy, your smile, your gaze feels to someone else—the way it’s often different from what you imagine: oh, that’s the shape of my imprint.

he tells you about the vacation he took to see his family two weeks after your fifth date, and he talked to his sister about you in the kitchen. she’s a better cook than him, but he helped by cutting veggies and measuring ingredients. her entire face lit up as he told her about you. about the skirt you wore with oxfords and a university sweatshirt—your mom’s with fading letters and a distressed collar. about the tea you ordered but waited for twenty minutes to drink because lukewarm is better than a burnt tongue. he told her about the sun’s glow on your skin and his surprise to see your eyes stay wide open even when the brightness found them. he wondered how long it’s taken you to do such a thing—be able to handle it. he called you that night and packed a t shirt he wanted you to have and a cd too, one kept from middle school. you whispered on the phone. it’s something you’ve only done with him when the telephone rings at night. he asked you why, and you said something about a tree outside your window—staying quiet for it or else it’ll call on the wind to make its branches bang your glass. that was the moment he knew.

you peer up at him through long lashes, hazel eyes holding love and surprise and a sprinkling of awe for the man who’s nearly beneath you. he’s about to be as hands guide you to straddle his waist. hansol hums like he doesn’t understand your expression, but he does. he just wants you to say it, wants you to look at him like this for the rest of the afternoon while tracing the lines on his face.

what your heart is doing, the way it’s swelled, is sweeter than moonlight. the wanting is all over you. the wanting to know every other thing he’s kept with him. wanting to share moments your mind clutches and unravel memories, realize which are shared or only known by one. you find yourself wondering if this will be a forever routine. hopefully

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alsktudy · 4 months

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— i forgot

paring. vernon x reader genre. humor, bsf!vernon wc. > 0.1k warning. reader wears dresses

synopsis. silly billy vernon forgets to ask an a semi-important question

ring ring ri-

“hey, what’s up?”

“what colour should my tie be? i can't choose.”

“for... what..?”

“for ball…? duh.”

“well, uh… i dont know?”

“what’s the colour of your dress? don’t we need to match?”

“you match with your date silly.”

“aren’t you my date…?

dot. dot. dot.

“...since when did you ask me?”

an awkward silence from both sides of the line begins to settle until vernon decides to break it.

“ahhh shit. i forgot to ask you.” he whispers softly into his phone.

thank you for reading until the end!!

a/n: short but cute ig heh

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wuahae · 1 year

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✶ seventeen, after it all ends.

post-breakup hcs, ft. hip hop unit

-> performance | vocal

the phone rings at 2AM, and seungcheol immediately knows it's you. it's becoming all too familiar, he laments distantly—the neon numbers blinking on his bedside, the three rings he lets pass before inevitably answering on the fourth, the voice that greets him on the other end of the line. ("hi, cheol," you utter quietly, and it's like he's back at the starting line, still gathering up the courage to tear himself away.) he wants to blame his lack of resilience on the hour, the repeatedly promised 'one last time,' but seungcheol knows he ends up here every single time because he would rather you cry with him than alone. he's not anything to you anymore, seungcheol tells himself, but he can taste the lie before it even forms on his tongue, the way it tangles itself between late night calls and quiet words and—("i'm sorry, cheol," the nickname feels like a mottled bruise, a confession tumbling soon after. like defeat in the admittance. "i didn't know who else to call." you always sound so hurt when seungcheol hears you speak; he wonders if it's his fault.) seungcheol knows better than anyone that he can't keep doing this with you, that it's unhealthy and you both need to move on, that he can't keep letting things linger as a pitiful attempt to ease his guilt, but old habits die hard; seungcheol wonders if this is just becoming another.

wonwoo finds an old note you'd written a week after, tucked away into a borrowed book you'd forgotten to take back. it wasn't anything special or profound, just a little bookmark put for a future-him to find, "this made me think of you," scrawled on the sides and in the margins and page numbers for passages you thought he would like. the annotations speak in a language all by themselves, care crafted into each word, each stroke, and somehow, he sees you in it all. (how had you put it again? like it was memories permanently inked into paper, a version of yourself you could always come back to.) they say that to love is to lose, and that grief is just love with no place left to go, but wonwoo can't seem to care about the accuracy of poetry and prose when he is still mourning of someone lost to him forever. ("don't be a stranger," you had reminded him softly, the day you left, but you both knew it was all wishful thinking than an actual promise. in the end it would all be the same— a forced blank slate, a version of himself grappling with a soul still shaped like you.) wonwoo supposes it's a little too late to feign ignorance and give the book back to you, lovenote tucked back in; it would be cruel for him to insist on making you revisit a past scratched and scribbled and thrown away. he runs a hand over the paper, ink under skin, heart in throat, and closes the book. even if he came back it would never, ever be the same.

mingyu can't hear anything over the roaring of his ears. he can't remember much from the night either, something about his lost phone he probably left on the uber here, fumbling favors from a nearby stranger, something else distant and fuzzy that lead him to sitting on the curb outside waiting for—"mingyu." (oh. it's you.) your voice strikes clean through the fog, but mingyu only manages to utter your name; the muffled bass playing from inside the bar still thrums in his bones. you sigh quietly, taking a seat next to him, arms touching. (it burns, the forgotten familiarity. "let's get you home, okay?" you nudge gently, and mingyu has to remember that home doesn't mean the same thing to you anymore.) it isn't until you're parked outside of his apartment that you ask the burning question ("why did you call me?") and he answers truthfully ("your number was the only one i remembered."). your eyes flicker with the confession and he almost wants to take it back, his secrets displayed raw, but hidden truths already start to spill out of mingyu's mouth, things he's been wanting to say for months. (i'm sorry," he ends up saying, eventually. "i really loved you, you know?" he thinks he still does.) some would call it drunken courage but mingyu thinks it's just his sober cowardice instead. maybe if he had said it when it mattered, 'home' would still be you.

it's been two months, and vernon still hasn't figured out how to break the news. he practices it in his head more times than he can count, drafting and erasing and rewriting the right words to tell his family that you and him are over, but it all falls flat the minute he tries to get them past his lips. some days he gets close, the first few words spoken before his mom interrupts asking how you are; other days, the words die before they even have the chance to form, all amounting to a wooden tongue, a puff of empty air. his sister knows, vernon thinks, the way she shoots him a look half-pity half-judgement every time he tries to bring it up. maybe you were the one to tell her, or maybe she had just figured it out all by herself, but it comforts him, in a strange way—like he's not alone in his unintentionally kept secret. ("dad wants to know if you're able to come over for christmas," vernon tells you over the phone, and the line goes silent. vernon winces, already anticipating what comes after. "have you..." you start carefully, "...not told them?") a part of him wants to say that it's all a matter of luck and timing, that he just hasn't found the right time and he'll do it soon, he promises, but the rest of him knows that it's all just excuses. (vernon is scared, he thinks, still trying to stall the sinking feeling that there truly is no coming back after he tells his family. it feels more like admitting it to himself, carving it into stone, cementing it into the ground where his love lies buried.) vernon says that his biggest problem is figuring out how to break the news, but really, it's figuring out how to let you go.

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the-therapist-needs-therapy · 8 months

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Cheek - Hansol

Let's just say Hansol couldn't sleep the whole night (for some unknown reason) because currently, he's sleeping in the library for god knows how long. Did all that history stuff you taught him enter his brain?

As much as he looks too good and you want to look at his face until he wakes up, you don't because obviously, you're mad. He slept while you were teaching him history. He deserves to be thrown into a dungeon.

So, you take a marker out of your pencil case, opening the cap. The caption you have in mind makes you let out a snicker and you write it in bold letters on his cheek, without thinking twice. When you're done with your artwork, you take a picture of Hansol, reminding yourself to make it your wallpaper as soon as you go home.

He wakes up after half an hour, feeling very much rested but he doesn't really like the look on your face.

"Y/n," he starts, "I'm sorry for sleeping. I'll do extra homework if that's what takes you to forgive me." You raise an eyebrow, and Hansol gulps in fear. Where would you hide his body? Will his parents be able to find him?

"Write me a 3-paged essay of all the reasons why you slept, what you dreamt of and all about your lovely tutor. Now, you can leave or I'm snuffing the life out of you," and Hansol knows better than to stay at that place.

When Hansol goes home looking very much like a poster on the streets, his sister breaks into fits of laughter, "Bro, did you get a face tattoo without me?"

Hansol looks at her in confusion, "What are you talking about? I just escaped from Y/n. She was ready to murder me for sleeping during her tutor session."

He doesn't get what's going on so he just walks to a mirror and there it is, your 'Hansol Hates History.' He admits that it does look funny, and maybe he did deserve it for dozing off while you were teaching.

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cosmickyeom · 2 years

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the vocal unit's pet names thing is so cute! if you're not busy, can you make one for the hhu as well? <3

a/n: I WOULD LOVE TO. thank you for the ask and for giving me this opportunity to write this! you're so lovely! word count: 0.3k genre: fluff

⋆ ﹕₊˚ seungcheol ! this man is referring to his s/o as 'mine.' this may not be a strict pet name, but i feel like he would ALWAYS remind them that they're his. this is a hill that i am willing to stand on until my last breath. he would use every single pet name under the sun, but they all have to follow the word 'my'. for example, that's MY baby, MY s/o, MY everything, they are the love of MY life. his favorite thing to do would be to literally keep his lips squished up against your cheek as he goes 'mineminemine' between each kiss, with you replying 'yoursyoursyours' in return. it just turns his heart into goo. ⋆ ﹕₊˚ wonwoo ! his significant other, the subject of all of his affections, is his beloved. the inflection of his voice is always dripping with so much tenderness and fondness that it's almost sickening. it doesn't take a genius to see how much he cares for you. everyone can see, hear, and feel it. it's unquestionable! with clear eyes and a full heart, his intentions are always made crystal clear when he's calling on his significant other, that they are the one who is the most dear to him. ⋆ ﹕₊˚ mingyu ! beautiful. it's as simple as that. for a man who makes a hobby out of appreciating the aesthetics through photography and videography, there's no better word to paint the essence of his affections. it's what comes to mind after his gaze lands on you after you both are rolling on the floor, breathless after a laughing fit. it's without a doubt, the most recurring thought that comes to mind whenever he is in your presence. all of it is just so beautiful, and he's so damned lucky. ⋆ ﹕₊˚ hansol ! this makes me all sorts of happy, but i think his s/o would be his day one! when notifications pop up on his phone from his 'day one,' i think that it would be an immediate reaction for him to just feel so warm inside. it's a nickname that is so loving, but humbling as it reminds him of all the ups and downs that you both have overcome together to build your relationship to where it is now. it doesn't matter how long you have been together, all the other members are always teasing him for the lovestruck looks he gets when he's on video call with you or when he's looking at you.

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savventeen · 9 months

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Vernon + Carrot 🥕

hiya rose!! hope you enjoy <3

[vernon + carrot]

You don't remember telling Hansol that you don't like carrots, but here he is, silently picking them off of your plate before you have the chance to, replacing them with broccoli from his.

And you never expected to get emotional over vegetables of all things, but that's love, you suppose.

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 2 years

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Oct 3rd [Vernon + Supernatural]

[10:28] “You know you don’t have to do this.” You assured Hansol nervously.

“I want to,” he shrugged. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

You bit down on your lip. Ever the supportive boyfriend, Hansol was always happy to be a guinea pig for you. You were nervous enough telling him about your magical abilities and you just hoped he wouldn’t hate you for having a propensity for potions. But he was quite the opposite. He liked to watch you work and often offered to try out the potions. And usually you would say no, but since you had already tried something today and didn’t want anything to interfere…

And he was offering…

“W-Well I’m not too sure.” You mumbled.

“It’s just supposed to make me stronger, right?” He said. “Realistically what are the side effects? Anything I should worry about?”

“It might make your stomach feel… funny. A-And it could turn your skin purple.”

Hansol just stared at you for a moment. You swore one of these days you would try to make a mind reading potion and try it out with him just to see if you could tell what he was really thinking in moments like this. Did he want to back out? Was he looking for a way to get out of it graciously?

“I’ve always liked purple.” He chuckled before downing the drink.

You reached out for the glass, panicked, despite him being half done. He did choose to do this but it just worried you that you might hurt him. Testing on yourself was fine but testing on your very normal human boyfriend was something else entirely.

Hansol put the glass down. “Tastes good, like blueberries.” He informed you.

“H-How do you feel?” You asked nervously.

He shrugged. “No different. Maybe it takes some time to work?”

“Usually yeah,” you mumbled. He watched you fret around your room, double checking the recipe and worrying that he would suddenly get sick from it. He usually let you get on with things and just observed quietly or asked questions but your anxiety was evident. Hansol stood from his stool and came over to you, gripping your hands strongly and stilled them. He squeezed them very tightly for a moment.

“I’m fine,” he reassured you, but you were more focused on both the strength of his grip and the sweet, enticing scent that seemed to be coming from him.

“I-I think it’s working,” you said faintly.

“O-Oh,” he let go of your hands quickly. “Sorry, did that hurt you?”

“No, I'm fine,” you said. “Your grip is just very strong.” You swallowed hard, finding it hard to keep looking at him. It felt something like nerves with him standing so close, even though you’d been together for some time now. And he smelled good, better than he had before drinking the potion, you were sure of it. Or was your mind playing tricks on you?

“Let’s test it out,” he grinned. You watched him step away and pick up a chair, surprise colouring his face, and then a large smile spreading as he tossed it in the air. “It’s so light!”

“C-Cool,” you bit down on your lip, wanting him to come close to you again. You wanted more of that intoxicating scent. You wanted his touch on you again. God, why did your body feel so warm all of the sudden?

“Let me see if I can lift you.” He smiled. You barely had time to register what he was saying before he scooped you up in his arms and you let out a shriek. He tossed you gently and you gripped onto him for dear life after, burying your face in his chest, an act that made your head start spinning and your heart start racing.

Maybe this potion did have a side effect.

Hansol placed you back on your feet but you kept a tight grip on his shirt when he tried to step away.

“Is everything okay?” He questioned.

“Fine,” you assured him, not sure how to bring it up. “You- uh- smell really good.”

“I do?” He took a whiff of his shirt. “I don’t smell anything.”

“Trust me,” You turned your gaze up to him, very aware of the lust starting to cloud your expression. “You do.”

“Oh.” He said. “Did- Did the potion- uh-”

“I think I may have accidentally created an aphrodisiac.” You hummed, pressing closer to him. You could walk it off, you knew that. But you didn’t want to. Not when he was right there being utterly perfect and gorgeous and smelling so god damn good.

“Do you want me to go, or…?”

“I want the exact opposite of that.”

A smirk tugged at his lips as he lifted you with ease and you wrapped your arms around his neck, meeting him in a heated kiss. The way he tested his strength, holding you with one arm around you while the other snaked up your side, under your shirt was only adding to your arousal. You let out a sigh, pressing as close as you could as he started to toy with your chest.

“Shall we take this somewhere more comfortable?” He hummed.

“Yes, let’s.” You agreed with a grin.

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littlewolfieposts · 1 year

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.｡･ﾟﾟ･ Seventeen

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Summary: The lifestyle of an idol was hard, even more so when relationships were involved within public knowledge. But, maybe, you two were just lucky

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seungcheorry · 16 days

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weekend off with vernon where you two just lay on each other's arms and watch a bunch of movies, both bad and good ones.

as the night falls, vernon tells you he's hungry, with his face pressed against your chest. you leave him on the couch to go make something to eat, only to feel him on you after a few minutes, body pressed to your side as he asks if you need any help.

"why don't you cut some tomatoes, hm?", you smile at him. he does as you say, standing right next to you as he goes about his task, asking you from time to time if "is this okay?" - meaning the way he's cutting it. it's cute, actually, how he tries his best for you two, always.

eating dinner at the couch also happens, as vernon hums in delight to the food you made him.

it's domestic, and it's relaxing. and it's just, you know... you and vernon.

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spamgyu · 3 months

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SVT HHU - Orange Peel Theory // Drabble

orange peel theory is making it's rounds on local tiktok and twitter. this is my humorous take on how the HIP HOP UNIT discuss/deal with the orange peel theory with their significant others.

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SEUNGCHEOL

"would you peel this for me?" she placed a tangerine on his desk – not caring if he was in the middle of playing his video games.

without having to ask twice, seungcheol hid his character behind a container, away from his opponents shots and reached for the fruit. "cover me, wonwoo." he mumbled into the mic, peeling the citrus with ease. "just one?"

y/n smiled as he handed the fruit back to her. "just one."

"that's so small. get another." seungcheol nodded over to the kitchen.

"no this is fine." she shook her head, happy with the results.

he probably thought she was hungry, and considering dinner was hours away, seungcheol knew it would not be enough to hold her off.

standing from his seat, he made his way to the bag of cuties they had purchased at the store – peeling two more.

"that's enough." she laughed, stopping him from peeling a third one.

WONWOO

"baby?"

"hm?" he responded from the other side of the couch, preoccupied with his mobile game.

"would you peel an orange for me?"

wonwoo glanced up, looking behind her to see an empty counter top – a place where they usually kept their fruits.

locking his phone, wonwoo bounded for the door – leaving his girlfriend confused. "where are you going?"

"getting oranges." he replied, as if it was the most obvious response – grabbing his keys off of the hook.

"wait–" y/n laughed, walking over to him. "it was hypothetical."

wonwoo's head tilted to the side, puzzled by the point she was trying to make. "why would it be hypothetical? you asked meaning you want it. it's okay i can get–"

"baby it's a tiktok trend." she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"to ask if i would peel an orange?" he asked slowly.

"they said if you would peel an orange for your significant other, you would do any mundane task for the–"

"i need you to understand i'd peel the earth for you."

throwing her head back, she let out another laugh. she knew he was joking but his delivery had sent her over – keeping a straight face as he replied the most outlandish way possible.

MINGYU

she knew he would peel the orange for her, she didn't need to ask.

in the three years they had been together, not once had she had to open a canned drink, twist open a cap off a bottled water, plan a single date, open her own doors – hell, she hadn't had to put her own gas in her car since she began dating the king of acts of service.

he had done it without being asked.

since being with him, she had been able to turn her brain off – fulfilling her life long wish of being treated like a princess.

but she also didn't think it would be such a hot topic when she had showed him the tiktok of the orange peel theory.

"i'm not humoring this. i won't." he shook his head for the third time.

"why not?!" y/n stomped.

"fine, you want peeled oranges?" mingyu grumbled, walking over to their fruit bowl, peeling the citrus and placing it in front of her. "here."

looking at the bare fruit, y/n couldn't help but wince. not because of his actions.

but because she hated the sight of the white pith. she hated peeled oranges.

it was far too messy to eat and the texture of the white fuzz surrounding it gave her the heebie-jeebies – shuddering just at the thought of touching it.

"exactly." mingyu grabbed another orange and a knife – slicing it in quarters. "i can't peel it because you like it sliced."

she stood there dumfounded as he left the kitchen chuckling.

he won this round.

VERNON

"that's dumb." vernon snorted as his girlfriend showed him the third tiktok of someone's boyfriend failing miserably at their significant other's attempts to ask them to peel an orange for them.

"it's also kinda funny." she laughed.

"i'm one step ahead though."

furrowing her brows, she gave him a look from the other side of the couch.

"that," vernon pointed to the small potted plant resting by their window sill. "is gonna be an orange tree."

he had recently been very into assisting her with finding decorations for their new shared home, at times coming home with various plants and art works. she had gotten accustomed to his random home-good shopping sprees, she didn't dare bat an eye when he had come home with a real potted plant the other day. it would just be another addition to their countless ones that he used to brighten up their home.

"you bought an orange tree– plant?" her eyes wide. he never was the green thumb, killing the cactus she had bought for him years ago. she figured she would be the one to tend to this new plant.

"anyone can peel an orange." he shrugged. "i'll move it to the yard when it gets bigger."

"oh my god."

@thegirlwhoimagined @ohmygodwhyareallusernamestaken @f4iryjjosh @akeminy @yonabutnotyuna @tacosandbitch @hanniebaby95 @vanillacheol @aaniag @bettybotterboughtabitofbutter @xbaekcult @alwaysalmostthere @ashkuuuu @morkswatermelonnnn @isabellah29 @lottogyu @alwaysalmostthere

(for some reason it's not allowing me to tag some who wanted to be added to the perm tag list ... cries... pls check ur settings so i can for future posts)

#let's get this straight all of svt WOULD peel the orange for their s/o #i'll make it for other units too...maybe... we'll see... hhu brainrot is so bad rn #svt scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #wonwoo x reader #mingyu x reader #vernon x reader #hansol x reader #seventeen fluff #spamwrites #svt hhu

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holdinbacksecrets · 1 month

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supportive seventeen

best friend!jeonghan, best friend!minghao, boyfriend!hansol

themes: alluding to an abusive relationship, filling the void post break-up, unhealthy dynamic with parents, hurt/ comfort

#seventeen fake texts #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen comfort #jeonghan fake texts #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan reactions #jeonghan fic #jeonghan imagines #minghao fake texts #minghao imagines #minghao scenarios #minghao reactions #hansol fake texts #hansol scenarios #hansol reactions #hansol imagines

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kitty-woo · 1 year

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chwe hansol

one shots

concepts

drabbles

#chwe hansol #hansol imagines #vernon imagines #kitty-woo

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hoshifighting · 2 months

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Seventeen reaction, when you do something that turns them on while you ride them, making them cum really quickly.

HipHop team | Vocal team | Performance team

Seungcheol

As you straddled Seungcheol, his hands gripping your hips firmly, you felt a surge of desire wash over you. His cock, thick and hard, filled you completely as you began to ride him, your movements becoming increasingly frantic with each thrust.

"God, Seungcheol," you moaned, "your cock feels so good inside me. It's so big, filling me up perfectly."

To your surprise, Seungcheol's reaction was immediate. He tensed beneath you, his movements faltering as he groaned loudly, his hips jerking upwards as he spilled himself inside you with unexpected speed.

As he caught his breath, Seungcheol looked up at you with a mix of embarrassment and sulky confusion. "Why did you have to say that?" he muttered, his cheeks flushing crimson. "Now you've gone and made me cum too fast."

Wonwoo

While you ride him, your moans filled the room, high-pitched and filled with pleasure. Wonwoo's breath hitched at the sound, his own arousal spiking at the intoxicating melody of your voice.

But it was more than just the intensity of your moans that drove him wild; it was the knowledge that he was the one eliciting such a response from you. Your pleasure was his ultimate goal, and the thought of being able to bring you to such heights of ecstasy was a heady rush.

Before he could even comprehend what was happening, the overwhelming sensation of pleasure consumed him, and with a primal roar, Wonwoo spilled himself over you, his release painting your skin in hot, sticky ribbons.

As the last waves of pleasure washed over him, Wonwoo blinked in shock, his mouth hanging open as he stared at you in disbelief. He hadn't meant to lose control so quickly, but the combination of your moans and your pussy so tight around him... Was his end.

Mingyu

You could feel the power coursing through your veins as you leaned down, your pussy swallowing him while you ride him, your breath hot against his ear.

"You like that, don't you?" you purred, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Being my little toy, my pathetic little fuck toy for the night."

Mingyu's breath hitched at your words, a shiver of arousal racing down his spine. He loved it when you got like this, when you took control and unleashed your darkest desires upon him.

"You're nothing but a pussy-hungry slut," you continued, your words harsh and unforgiving. "A worthless piece of meat for me to use however I please."

And then, without warning, Mingyu felt the overwhelming surge of pleasure wash over him, his release coming fast and hard. He cried out in ecstasy, his body trembling beneath you as he spilled himself inside you, his cum coating your walls.

"Sorry," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as he avoided meeting your gaze. "I didn't mean to... I just couldn't help it."

Despite his embarrassment, Mingyu couldn't deny the rush of pleasure that had washed over him, fueled by your cruel and taunting words. He knew he should feel ashamed for cumming so quickly, but there was a part of him that reveled in the power you held over him, in the way you could reduce him to a quivering mess with just a few well-chosen insults.

Vernon

you couldn't resist the urge to reach up and grab a handful of his hair, tugging it gently but firmly as you rocked your hips against his.

The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through Vernon's body, his arousal spiking to new heights as he groaned in ecstasy. He had always loved it when you played rough, but there was something about the sensation of your fingers tangling in his hair that drove him wild with desire.

But then, without warning, the pain of his scalp being tugged combined with the overwhelming pleasure of your tight heat enveloping him was too much for Vernon to handle. With a strangled cry, he came embarrassingly fast, his cum spilling out of him.

As he collapsed back against the pillows, panting heavily, Vernon's cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment. He couldn't believe he had cum so quickly, especially with you still riding him so eagerly. "Oh my god... I'm so sorry baby..."

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