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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."

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#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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ratedfleur · 2 months

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i just needed to let this thought out rn ….. might drool though idk

streamer!wonwoo who likes to have you underneath his table, rutting against his leg as he’s busy talking to his viewers all while looking down ever so often to look at you grow dumber as you grind on his leg.

he doesn’t give you permission to stop or cum, he wants you to keep rutting against his leg as he starts gaming. wonwoo would only let you cum right after his streaming session, fucking you by the webcam and teasing you that the camera is actually on and that his viewers are watching you get fucked.

“look at the camera, baby. gotta let them see that you’re loving my cock.” wonwoo teases when you whine, dropping your head out of embarrassment when you actually do look at the camera, not knowing it’s not actually on.

“see guys? my pretty girl just loves getting fucked by me, though i think she likes it better when y’all are watching.” wonwoo says, pulling the actor card once more before he starts to properly fuck you.

#mikha’s brainrots #seventeen #seventeen jeon wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #kpop smut #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts #kpop imagines #seventeen hard thoughts #seventeen hard hours #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #wonwoo hard thoughts #wonwoo hard hours #wonwoo smut #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo x reader

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n30n4ng3l · 2 years

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right now i think i'm hyperfixating on seventeen. So much that my irls have started being annoyed with me talking about them. BUT CAN YOU BLAME ME?? 13 dudes and the fucking dynamic between them,,, this is so good for me. Like i could talk about every and each member and his relationship with everyone individually but also in groups or as a whole. And the fun thing is that i don't even idealize/romanticize them that much bc they are litterally just fun dudes. They feel so real like i think i'm living through them in a way

#seventeen #seventeen brainrot #pls help #going seventeen

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nonranghaes · 9 days

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joshua's a little too focused on the way you're washing his hair now, head leaned back over the sink as you work. sure, the way you're looking at him now with your nose crinkled in disgust isn't the ideal way for you to look at him... but the feeling of your fingers in his hair makes up for it.

"what the hell was wrong with jeonghan?" you frown to yourself. "i mean, how hard is it to not spill half a milkshake on someone's head...?"

joshua knows exactly what happened and he refuses to give that up. he saw the thumbs up jeonghan gave him when you got worked up, offering to help him wash it out of his hair. it was... nice to be the center of attention, too, as you wiped off whatever dripped onto his face and clothes. this is jeonghan's way of giving the two of you alone time, which is weird as hell, but... he can't complain about spending time with you.

"i guess he slipped."

you hum a little, fingers running through his hair again. all he can think about is that and the fact you're using your shampoo for him. it's nice. a part of him really likes smelling like you, even if the scent won't last forever.

it's weird, though: the other day, jeonghan kept going on about how tired he was of having friends who were 'kind of dumb' about their feelings. and now jeonghan's dumping the rest of his milkshake on his head and pushing for you to help clean him up--

"oh my god." he nearly jerks up as you're pressing the sprayer against his scalp.

"shit, is it too hot?" you pull it back to test it on your own hand. "fuck, shua, i'm--"

"you're in love with me."

you stop what you're doing, staring at him. "what?"

fucking leave it to jeonghan to figure it all out and set this scene in motion in his own way. he's probably still downstairs, laughing with seungcheol at how stupid both you and joshua are to not have picked up on it sooner.

joshua shuts his eyes. "oh my god. we're so fucking dumb."

you don't move at all. then, a second later, he feels water running over his scalp. "so... you're...?"

"yeah." he opens his eyes a moment later. "for a while, yeah."

at first, you don't say anything back to him. you just continue to wash the shampoo out of his hair, and he lives for your touch right now. you're so careful not to tug too hard at his hair, just snaking your fingers through it as you ensure you've washed all of the suds out.

"you wanna officially ditch them, then?" you ask after a moment. "once your hair is dry? we could, i dunno, go to a mall. maybe share a pretzel. maybe catch a movie?"

and he just laughs, so endeared to you. "i'd love that."

#nonranghaes.thoughts #seventeen x reader #nonranghaes.svt #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen x you #svt imagine #svt x you #joshua hong x reader #joshua x reader #joshua fluff #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #joshua hong x you #writer has joshua brainrot rn no one look at her!!!!

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gyuzgrl · 26 days

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tease ||yjh||

summary- Jeonghan's a tease. You're delighted to find that this extends to the bedroom.

wc- 4k

Blue hues of light lit up the living room- spilling out of the blaring television and onto your faces. It was loud. It was bright. But it did nothing to distract you from the way your boyfriend toyed with you while he watched.

You and Jeonghan had only just started dating- it had been about three weeks- and nothing had moved past innocent make-out sessions yet. There was no rush, he told you, he was willing to wait until you were comfortable enough.

'no one has ever survived my plain rice original attack- take this!'

'HA! you underestimate m- AHHHHH I'M HUNGRY'

It was a silly movie. On any other day, you would've loved it. You would've been glued to the screen, shoveling popcorn into your mouth as you laughed away.

But right now? Right now you were focused on one thing and one thing only; the way Jeonghan was touching you.

He leaned against the arm of the couch, legs bent at the knees, with you lying between them. Your head rested on his firm chest and his arms wrapped themselves under yours, around your waist. It was standard procedure thus far. You always cuddled like this.

The thing with today, however, is that his hands are...occupied.

One hand sits at the hem of your shirt, fingers fidgeting with the flimsy fabric, while the other holds your inner thigh. Over the course of the movie, Jeonghan moved from twisting the hem of your shirt to tracing little hearts onto the skin below, right above the edge of your panties.

You've got half an hour left to finish the movie now. Half an hour to power through your growing desperation.

"there's no need to drag this out," he mumbles into your ear, and you jolt in his arms, feeling his breath tickle the shell of your ear.

"huh?"

"I mean, he could've just shot the guy-"

Unsure of what he was referring to, you opt to agree, not wanting to give away your current state.

"y-yeah, you're right" you stutter, cringing internally at how pathetic you sound.

If he notices, he chooses to make no comment about your utterance and resumes watching the movie. His hands move back to playing with you, only this time, he drags his nails over the waistband of your panties, causing you to squirm in his grasp. The other hand settles back on your inner thigh, fingers bumping into your cunt 'accidentally'.

The contact has you whimpering pathetically, and you bite down on your lower lip to seal off your voice. You fail to notice, however, the smirk playing on Jeonghan's lips.

Oh, this was no accident.

Fifteen minutes to go now, and you think you're going insane. The squeeze of his fingers, the way his nails rake against your skin so softly, he has you losing your sanity. Your panties are soaked, your breathing is shallow, and your face is so red he'd be able to see it even amidst the harsh blue glow the TV casts on your face.

'hang in there' you tell yourself, trying to squeeze your thighs together, trapping Jeonghan's hand between them.

"you okay, angel?" he asks, wiggling his hand until your thighs fall open again, "you've been so quiet"

"I uh, I'm alri-" you break off into a whimper when he moves his hand up and squeezes again.

"what is it, baby?" His voice is sultry and low. You feel yourself clench up around nothing.

"n-nothing hannie I'm okay" you say, breathlessly. Too caught up in watching yourself, you fail to notice the evident grin in your boyfriend's voice- like he was up to no good.

"if you need anything from me, you can just say, hm?"

'I need your dick inside me. I need you to touch me, to kiss me, to have me. Whatever you want. I need you to just have your way with me'

"yeah I'll um, I'll be sure to tell you"

Ten minutes to go. You are an absolute mess. Your panties cling to you uncomfortably, like a second skin, your body is enveloped in a thin film of sweat, and his hands, god his hands have not stopped.

Those gorgeous fingers of his torture you with their every move. You've forgotten about the movie entirely now, choosing instead to look at the way he plays with you. The way his pretty, long fingers grab at your flesh, teasing you without mercy.

You're transfixed, honestly, drifting into thoughts of how they'd feel inside you, how he'd feel inside you. Captivated by his hands, you don't realize when time passes you. Before you know it, the room goes silent, screen turning black before your unfocused eyes.

The credits roll quietly as Jeonghan continues to toy with your body, now certain that you're as invested in this as he is.

He hasn't said it before, but he's wanted to have you from the moment you called him yours. His mind was plagued with thoughts of you- what you'd look like, what you'd sound like, what you'd feel like under him. But, he didn't want to push. This had to happen naturally.

As names litter the screen, Jeonghan brings his hand higher, now flush against your groin, and you fail to conceal the moan that rips out your throat.

"oh?"

"sor-sorry," you stutter, eyes widening, "I should um, I think I'll go wash up-"

Hastily, you move to scramble off his chest, shooting up off the couch only to find him mirroring your actions.

Jeonghan's hand finds your wrist, and he tugs you back, into his embrace. He wraps his arms around you, leaning his chin on the top of your head.

"why won't you ask?" he mumbles into your hair, smoothing his palms over your waist and lower back.

"what are y-"

"I'm all yours, y'know... whatever you need, you can take it from me"

When you fail to respond, Jeonghan sighs, peeling himself away from you. His hands land on your shoulders as he walks you backwards, pushing you onto the couch.

"hannie what are-"

Soft cushions greet your tensed frame, dipping under your weight. Your boyfriend stares down at you, slowly settling on top of you, with his knees resting at either side of your hips.

"take it." he whispers, bringing his face right above yours, so close you can feel his breath tickling your lips.

A breathy sigh slips past your lips, and you shudder at the proximity between your bodies.

Jeonghan inches closer. Your eyes flutter closed, anticipation bubbling away in your stomach. He draws nearer still, pushing further and further, almost reaching your lips, until he stops.

You lie waiting, with your eyes still shut, before he whispers against your lips.

"take. it."

Blushing wildly, you look up at him. He's still close, still almost touching you. At first, you're unsure of what he means, but the look in his eyes tells you all you need to know.

Oh.

He wanted you to work for it.

Your head tilts tentatively, angling yourself towards him. It's a strain, lifting your head at such an awkward angle, but you're almost there. Your lips are almost on his.

So close, just about to touch, when he pulls back ever so slightly. A frustrated whine leaves your lips as his own curl up into a devilish smirk.

"hannie," you pout. His smirk widens.

"c'mon angel you can do better than that, can't you?"

Ignoring your crumbling pride, you reach up once again, managing to ghost your lips over his, only to have him pull away like before.

You huff, letting your head fall back onto the cushions as you turn to the side.

"giving up already?" he hooks his fingers under your chin, forcing you to face him as he speaks.

You're about to bite back, say something mean, but the view you're met with has your throat closing up. Jeonghan's hair hung loosely around his face, his lips were parted, his eyes were blown wide with something you'd never seen before- he looked unreal.

"are you?" he quirks a brow at you before leaning closer, ghosting his lips over yours.

Taking full advantage of the proximity, you loop your arms around his neck and pull him closer, finally managing to kiss him.

The action takes him by surprise, but he quickly recovers, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.

You gasp at the sudden movement, and he takes full advantage, shoving his tongue into your mouth, licking his way inside. There was an expertise to the way he kissed you- how his tongue moved so sensually, how his lips pressed against yours in a way that had your panties soaked.

While one hand binds your wrists together, Jeonghan uses the other to cradle your face. The gentle manner in which his fingers splayed over your hair, thumb tucked into your temple, had you reeling. How dare he act so innocent with his tongue shoved down your throat?

For a minute you both seemed to forget about the world, about reality. All that existed was you and him and the heat between your bodies. You can't help the small whimpers and moans that escape you with every flick of his tongue.

Panting, you pull away. Your chest heaves as you gaze into his eyes, noticing how blown his pupils are. The same eyes that sparkled with love when he saw you, the same eyes that crinkled under his smile, those very eyes looked unrecognisable tonight. There was a lust, a hunger, that shone behind his stare. It made your stomach flutter.

"angel," he mutters, his tone low and raspy, "what do you want from me?"

"I-" you start, breaking eye contact when your cheeks start to heat up once again, "I want you"

He quirks a brow at you, and for some reason, you feel the need to add in a quick "please".

"want me how?"

Jeonghan trails his fingers from your jaw down your body, stopping at your clothed cunt.

"want my fingers?" he smirks as you shudder under his touch, and continues.

"want my mouth?" his head dips into the divot between your collarbones, licking at the tender skin before nipping at it oh-so-gently.

"want my cock?"

In one swift motion, he grinds down into you, pushing his hard bulge against your sex.

A moan claws its way up your throat, and before you're aware of what you're doing, you find yourself whimpering-

"all of it- all of it please hannie"

He stares down at you, his dominant persona faltering for a second when he takes you in. Soft wisps of hair framed your face, a thin film of glossy sweat settled on your skin, crimson tints painted your cheeks. You were sprawled out, blushing, panting, all for him. All because of him.

The way his heart swelled at the sight of you was something he'd never felt with anyone else before.

"my pretty girl," he coos softly, brushing a strand of hair off your face, "I'll make you feel good, okay? Is that what you want angel?"

You nod, desperately, eyes wide with sincerity. God you're adorable- Jeonghan can't help but fuss all over you and pepper your face with soft kisses, before he regains his composure.

With alarming ease, he stands back up, beckoning you forward with the quirk of his fingers as he walks backwards towards his bedroom.

"c'mere"

You swallow your pride and follow him, scrambling off the couch eagerly, chasing after his figure.

The dark setting of his bedroom greets you as you enter after him. It isn't what you expected. Not one bit. For someone as soft and easy going as Jeonghan, black walls and dark satin sheets seemed quite... out of character.

But then again, you've only known him for a few weeks. Perhaps he isn't as soft as he let's on.

"if you wanna stop," he says, pushing you to sit on the bed, "just say the word. okay?"

You nod and his jaw ticks.

"words. I'm gonna need to to use your words for me, yeah?"

"y-yeah I can do that Hannie"

"good."

Slowly, Jeonghan tips you back, letting you lie back onto his mattress with your knees hanging off the edge. He shoots you a sly smirk as his hands run up your sides, under your shirt, making you shiver.

"this okay?" he murmurs, kissing the skin of your exposed tummy while his hands undo your buttons with expert precision.

"mhm"

With each button falling apart under his fingers, you feel your heartbeat quicken. Anticipation builds in your stomach with how slowly yet easily he moves. It was so sensual, so enticing, how he took his time, how he was so confident with the way he handled you.

The heat between your legs is unbearable now.

"there" he sighs, almost to himself, as he pops the last button off, revealing your bralette.

Oh.

Just when he thought you couldn't get any prettier, you had to go and prove him wrong.

"I'm really lucky, aren't I?"

"what ar-"

"I've got the prettiest girl in the world with me. all mine"

You turn away, bashfully.

"m'gonna make you feel good, okay, pretty?"

"yes" you breathe.

Sparing not a second more, he crawls on top of you, nuzzling his face into your neck, leaving wet kisses below your ear.

"could kiss you all day" he whispers against the shell of your ear, biting gently at the sensitive skin.

"Hannie-"

"don't think I'll ever be able to stop"

Jeonghan trails kisses down your neck to your cleavage, stopping right above the fabric of your bralette to look up at you.

"can I?"

"mhm"

Deft fingers slide under your back, pushing you to arch up against him as he unhooks your bra with ease. He lets the fabric fall apart under his fingers and tosses it aside, sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of your breasts.

You shudder when his hands knead the soft flesh, occasionally tweaking your nipples between his fingers. He really knew what he was doing.

The heat in your belly only grew with the way he teased you, growing almost unbearable. You needed him to touch you. You'd go crazy if he didn't.

As if he read your mind, Jeonghan places his lips to your breasts, sucking faint red bruises into your skin, moving south. He leaves a trail of marks all the way down your torso, stopping at the hem of your shorts.

"still with me?" he asks, fingers tucked into the waistband of your shorts, mumbling into your skin.

"yeah just- please keep going"

He grins. You were exactly what he imagined. Responsive, sensitive and desperate. Oh he was going to have so much fun with you.

Tugging your shorts down, tantalisingly slow, Jeonghan stares up at you- a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You don't think too much of it at first, but when he moves to pull your panties off, you begin to put two and two together.

A faux pout takes over his features as he holds your underwear right above your knees.

"oh no," he coos, snapping the waistband against your lower thigh, "it's stuck."

Oh.

"what-?" you choke. It was painful now, how badly you needed him. Your clit ached, your hole clenched up around empty space, your skin was on fire.

"can't seem to get these off," A stupid grin stretches over his lips, and you want nothing more than to smack it right off.

"Hannie c'monn it hurts" you whine, tears pricking your eyes, "please"

He pouts, a condescending furrow in his brow.

"but it's stuck"

"god-"

You shove your panties down, hastily, and kick them off until you're completely bare for him. Exasperation paints over your face, only to be replaced by a furious red blush once realisation hits.

Did you just-

"so desperate for me," he smirks as his palms glide over your hips, "fuck look at how wet you are, angel"

Jeonghan crooks a finger into you, dragging it along your slit before raising the digit to your face. There's a glint in his eye, half in awe, half amused.

"you're practically dripping off my fingers, baby"

You feel your cheeks heat up at the sight and turn away, mumbling something along the lines of 'c'mon don't tease'.

There's a chuckle on his end as he gives in, pushing the soaked digit into your mouth. Your cheeks hollow around his finger, tongue swirling, and he sucks in an unsteady breath.

"will you be good, angel? can you stay still for me?"

You hum, opening your mouth to say something, but you quickly cut yourself off with a moan when Jeonghan's tongue drags along your slit. He works the wet muscle into you, dipping inside to collect your arousal before spreading it over your clit. His lips suction your aching nerves, tongue prodding it rhythmically, and your back arches off the bed.

Jeonghan's eyes meet yours, his stare warning you to behave. Instantly, your hips settle back, and you try your hardest to keep still.

"good girl," he praises, mumbling into your clit. The vibrations of his voice shoot up your spine, and you feel your nerves sing, now on edge.

A helpless moan escapes you when he slides two fingers inside you, pumping in and out as you squeeze around him. The combined stimulation of his tongue on your clit and those long fingers inside you, has you dangerously close to falling apart.

"H-Hannie fuck don't stop m'so close-" you gasp, grinding your hips onto his face to match the rhythm of his tongue.

His lips curl up into a sickly smirk and you feel you stomach drop. Surely, surely he wouldn't-

"gonna cum?" he grins. The thrust of his fingers begin to slow their pace and his tongue circles the area around your clit.

You push your hips up, chasing his tongue desperately, but to no avail.

"please-"

"please?" he echoes.

"so close"

"mm I could tell"

The sultry edge to his voice has you torn. On one hand, he just denied you of what would've been the best orgasm of your life, while on the other he sounded so fucking sexy being in charge. You couldn't decide whether you wanted to slap him or pull him into a kiss.

Your thighs quiver with the weight of your ebbing orgasm, and you feel tears spill over as it fades into nothing.

"aw, angel," he coos, thumbing away the pearls slipping down your cheeks, "you were right there, weren't you?"

You nod, sniffling away pathetically.

"do you wanna cum?"

You nod again and he tuts.

"what did I sa-"

"yes! yes please- wanna cum, wanna cum so bad Hannie,"

Jeonghan smiles, satisfied, and lowers his face to your cunt, this time shoving three fingers into you without warning and lapping at your clit with such precision you almost came on the spot.

You moan, hands flying to his hair instantly. His tongue flicked at your nerves just right and the stretch of your walls around his fingers felt ungodly.

"d-don't stop please-"

He smirks against your cunt and pushes further, harder. Within minutes you come undone, feeling your body sink into the mattress as your vision turns white from pleasure. Jeonghan fucks you through your orgasm, licking at your juices lazily.

"taste so good" he groans, pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them into his mouth.

The room feels hot. Far hotter than before. You can smell yourself, smell the salty sweat dripping off of you. Jeonghan grins at your dishevelled state, revelling in the way he had you breaking on his tongue.

"still okay?"

"more than okay" you breathe, tugging him by the collar of his shirt, into a filthy kiss. You can taste the remnants of your arousal on his tongue, and it only makes you want him more.

You pull away, panting, and keep your fingers tangled in his shirt.

"you- are far too clothed for my liking."

Jeonghan's eyes crinkle into that smile you fell in love with, and your heart skips a beat. God, he was just so pretty.

"perv," he smiles.

"hey, I'm the naked one-"

"mhm and who's fault is that? didn't you take these off yourself?" he reaches down, grabbing your panties before waving them around.

"god- you're so-"

"handsome? skilled? tempting?"

"just shut up and fuck me already"

Jeonghan steps back, now standing in front of the bed, and pulls his shirt off. You feel your lungs drain.

He was on the slimmer side, so you didn't really expect much, but the sculpted contours of his pectorals and abs told you something else altogether.

"you're staring"

Shamelessly you let your jaw hang open as you sit up to feel his abs.

"m'not staring what are you talking about?"

Your hands trace over his torso, eyes transfixed by how beautiful he looked like this- staring down at you, one hand resting on your hair, cheeks flushed.

He takes hold of your wandering hand and drags it up to the centre of his chest.

"can you feel that?" he asks, voice raspy.

It's his heart.

"that's all for you"

His heart thuds against his chest, pace so quick you'd have thought he was a racehorse.

"I-" you start, unable to find the words.

"c'mere let me take care of you, hm?"

Ridding himself of his shorts and boxers, Jeonghan let's your hand trace over him.

Gently, he lays you down on the bed, making sure your head rests securely between the pillows. He hovers over you, balancing his weight on his forearms.

"might sting just a little, okay?"

You nod, staring up at him with wide, eager eyes.

Slowly, Jeonghan eases himself into you. He was long. Really long. Girth wise, the stretch didn't hurt too much, but god- he was barely halfway in when you started squirming.

"shh, I know, it'll feel good in a minute angel"

Pushing further, he distracts you with a sensual kiss, licking at the seam of your mouth. You grant him entrance, whimpering when he swipes over your tongue.

He bottoms out inside you, and for a moment, you still in his arms.

"that's it, baby," he mumbles against your lips, breathing hard as is to contain himself, "taking me so good"

When he feels you relax around him, he draws his hips back before pushing back into you. His is pace is steady, his thrusts are firm, you swear you've never felt so secure during sex before.

His length kisses your cervix right away and you cry out, back arching off the bed and into his chest. Your nails rake down his back, leaving deep red marks you're sure he'll tease you about tomorrow.

"fuck-" he seethes, thrusting into you, his jaw tense as beads of sweat collect at his temples.

"Han- oh my god-"

The room echoes with your voices- desperate moans and whimpers neither of you can be bothered to contain. Hot, steamy air floods the space, and you can smell his cologne, his skin as he pounds into you.

A hand reaches down to toy with your clit, stretching your lips open, leaving your nerves completely at his mercy. His middle finger dips into you, rubbing lazy circles against your clit, and you cry out his name like it's all you know.

He muffles your cries with his tongue, shoving it into your mouth as you moan and whimper into him. It's hard to breathe, hard to speak, hard to think, but you just can't get enough.

A particularly harsh thrust has you clamping down on him and he groans. His lips trail over to your ear, and he bites gently at the tender flesh of your earlobe.

"you feel like heaven-" he shudders, licking at the shell of your ear.

Your skin lights up, hairs standing on end, and you feel your orgasm building.

His fingers circle your clit faster, and his thrusts move to a brutal pace.

Moaning into each other, you chase your highs, hips bucking eagerly, desperately, as you finally come undone together.

Jeonghan fucks into you, helping you ride your orgasm as he does his own.

There's a long silence as he pushes into you, both you and him wincing from overstimulation. He gazes into your eyes, a soft smile gracing his lips, and kisses you deeply one last time, before pulling out.

Whimpering at the sudden loss, your hips chase him, and he scoffs, an amused look taking over his face.

"you're insatiable- c'mon let's get you cleaned up"

Before you can protest, you find yourself slumped against his chest, carried in his arms like a princess as he walks over to the bathroom.

You're met with an already filled bath, rose petals scattered along the surface of the water, candles lit up and arranged along the room.

"so I uh, I might have planned thi-"

You cut him off with a peck, giggling at his sudden nervousness.

"thank you," you beam as he lowers you into the water, following right after.

"anything for my angel"

#seventeen #seventeen smut #svt smut #smut #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan smut #jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #kpop smut #svt jeonghan #I NEED FEEDBACK PLEASE GOD PLEASE SAY SOMETHING #FOR THE LOVE OF GOD- TELL ME IF YOU LIKED THIS #jeonghan brainrot #he's such a tease #UGHHHHH I NEED HIM SO BAD

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cheolbrainrot · 2 months

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not a waitress but i can take ur tip

#ill stfu #scoups #seungcheol #choi seungcheol #cheol #seventeen #svt #coups #brainrot

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unhingedhiro · 3 months

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when s. coups becomes seungcheol

s. coups x f!reader

word count -> 1.6k

tags -> fluff, established relationship, slightly suggestive, just about barely proofread, sulky cheol, one (1) kim mingyu mention, domestic cheol (yea that needs its own tag)

hello i bring nothing but purely brainrot as a result of missing cheol + the image and mere concept of sulky choi seungcheol

S. coups. The so-called alpha leader of SEVENTEEN, leader of the hip-hop unit, an insanely gorgeous man with an equally gorgeous voice.

Yet, the man who sat infront of her was none of these things, and wasn’t S. coups either. No, the man pouting just opposite of her for forgetting to say “I love you”, was Choi Seungcheol, better known as Cheol.

He’s sits at their table, in the house they’d just recently bought, an adorable pout on the lips his fans had affectionately nicknamed ‘cherry lips’. The sight of such a cute facial expression completely contrasts the way he’s sat back, beefy arms folded across his broad chest, legs just slightly spread in a manner she could only describe as ‘absurdly attractive.’ The kind of attractiveness that would have fans completely speechless or in varying states of insanity. She doesn’t blame them. Choi Seungcheol, the man who was her beloved, was indeed a gorgeous man.

She’s knocked out of her thoughts by the aforementioned man clearing his throat in a particularly obnoxious, yet amusing manner. His eyes narrow as she jolts, a slightly sheepish, guilty smile at his direction.

“Sorry Cheol. Really.”, her voice is gentle, soothing.

It’s a voice she knows Seungcheol is absolute putty for, and indeed she knows it pays off when Seungcheol’s lips part slightly, before settling back into a pout that left her unsure whether to swoon or sigh.

“Sorry won’t cut it.”, he huffs. “Why didn’t you reply to my message?”

“..Message?”

This time, she is truly perplexed, and Seungcheol shoots a rather pointed glare in her direction before rummaging through his pocket for his phone. He ignores her small protests that she genuinely hadn't received a message, quickly scrolling through his chats. A moment passes, before the pouty expression on his face is quickly wiped away, replaced by surprise, before Seungcheol sheepishly returns his phone to his pocket. In a small voice, he finally speaks.

“That’s… my bad. I forgot to press send.”

A beat of silence passes before she bursts into laughter. The pout on Seungcheol’s face only grew larger, and once she’d realised this, she quickly made her way to him. She embraces him, an affectionate apology for having laughed and it doesn’t take long for Seungcheol to finally cave, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his face into her shoulder. He pulls her onto his lap, igonoring her small yelp of surprise and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek.

“Wanted to message you about tonight, and that I love you.”

She smiles at his words, returning his kiss.

“It’s okay. I love you too, Cheol. I really do. Thank you for the surprise.”

The surprise in question had been coming back to a romantic candle-lit dinner, her favourite meal tastefully placed in a new set of plates she knew Seungcheol had definitely bought hours before she’d come back. Upon an initial bite, she’d instantaneously recognised it to be Mingyu’s recipe. Seungcheol knew from the way her face had lit up as soon as she’d had the first savoury, warm bite that she recognised it.

“Did you make this, Cheol?”

The man nods, surprised at her correct guess. As he responds, a small inkling of doubt crept up.

Did she not like it?

Contrary to his fear, she’d smiled a small smile and a nod of approval came with it.

“It’s more seasoned to my taste than when Mingyu makes it for all of us.”

Her remark encouraged Seungcheol to smile, an indicator of his pride at having nailed the seasoning. He watches as she polishes off her plate, seemingly having relentlessly devoured the food. Despite this, once she’d finished, she was gently sat back down after getting up to put the plates away. Confused, she cocks her head and the action almost makes Seungcheol want to forget even having considered the notion of confronting her.

“I’ll take the plates.”

“But Cheol-“

“No buts.”, he grabbed her plate before she could react, quickly bringing both plates to the kitchen.

“You worked hard today. Let me take care of you.”

His response provoked a sigh from her, as she muttered.

“You have a week back here Cheol, and you’ve done so much for me already.”

“It’s okay, I want to spend my week doing things for you.”, Seungcheol returned to the table, offering a glass of water, which she accepted.

As she sipped on the water he’d provided her, all she can say is,

“You’re too good to me.”

“Is that a bad thing?”, he teased, and she shook her head.

“No. I’m just grateful for it.”

She noticed his smile as he came back for the rest of the table, watching affectionately as she switched on the lights. The room is brought back to a much less romantic, more domestic tone, the candles having been blown out. Once the lights are on again, Seungcheol ambled his way over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face into her hair.

“You always say I’m too good to you, but really it’s the opposite.”

“Is it?”, she laughed, turning to face him and kissing him.

It doesn’t last long, but its enough for butterflies to slowly begin to flutter, and it felt like once more she’d just begun dating him again. The feeling of it is wondrous, something she finds is a common occurrence despite her years of being with Seungcheol.

He pulls away for a moment, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek before he gently guides her, large hand clasping her wrist, to the couch. It was then she notices he’d set out a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, and it clicks.

“A movie, Cheol?”

“Yeah.”

Seungcheol takes pride in the look of delight that practically blooms on her face, lips parted to say something. But before she can, he pulls her onto the couch. They fall, a tangle of limbs and giggles when he suggests,

“Howl’s Moving Castle?”

She nods enthusiastically, the previous tiredness in her eyes present as always. But this time, it’s overshadowed by sheer joy and affection.

“You know me so well.”

“Of course I do.”

He smiles into the kiss she proceeds to place on his lips and lets her shift around to a more comfortable position. As she does so, he reached for the remote and the bowl of popcorn, handing the latter to her. They make their way through the movie, Seungcheol’s infamous pout resurfacing when she cracks a joke about Howl. He doesn’t sulk for long however, a small mention of him being her Howl killing off any intentions he’d had of prolonging his pouting session. It’s a cheesy line, and he was being cheesy by affirming it, but after a long work day for her and a long three months’ worth of tour for Seungcheol, it was something they both appreciated.

Time to themselves, where nothing else in the world mattered apart from the both of them, entangled in each other’s arms, watching a movie they both enjoy while she lazily munches on popcorn Seungcheol had prepared, as the latter affectionately kisses her every few minutes or so, small murmurs of commentary running alongside it.

As Howl’s Moving Castle comes to a close, she finds that Seungcheol has gently removed the now empty popcorn bowl from her hands, placing it on the coffee table as he lifts her off the couch in a princess carry. The unexpected movement causes her to yelp, eyes widening in surprise before they soften once more as she realises what he’s doing.

Seungcheol carries her to their shared room, settling her onto the bed and laughing when she pulls him down to kiss him. He practically presses her into the bed, returning her mildly lazy kiss with an equal amount of enthusiasm, affection ever present on his lips. It elicits a sigh of satisfaction from her, and Seungcheol grins. He moves to place gentle butterfly kisses along her jawline, watching as she raises her head to give him more access. Yet, before he can trail his kisses down her neck, she stops him. Seungcheol looks up, confusion evident on her face and she offers a slightly guilty smile.

“Sorry, Cheol. I’m a bit tired today.”

At her request, he halts his movements, bringing himself back to eye level with her. As close as possible, at least.

“Sure you don’t want me to take care of you? You don’t need to do anything if you don’t want to.”

She shakes her head, the arms around his neck tightening.

“I want to sleep.”, she murmurs, and Seungcheol swears his heart melts upon hearing the vulnerability and fatigue in her voice.

Thus, he obliges, gently resting himself on top of her until she complains a few minutes later.

“Cheooool, get off. You’re heavy.”

He whines a little in protest, pouting and looking at her with soft doe eyes and she has to resist the urge to give in and let him lie there a little longer. Despite this, his weight was beginning to crush her, the feeling of it overwhelming and she shakes her head gently. Seungcheol smiles, rolling over, arms still enveloping her in a comforting warmth. She thanks him quietly before turning to face his chest, seemingly having knocked herself out. He notices her breathing having slowly become slower, more measured and deemed her dead asleep. The sight of it only makes him pull her closer to him, fighting a giggle that threatens to emerge when she buries her head deeper into his chest.

I could die like this, he thinks, stealing one last glance at her before succumbing to his own need to sleep.

#seungcheol fluff #choi seungcheol #scoups fluff #scoups x reader #seventeen fanfic #hiro brainrots

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unorideul · 7 months

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seungcheol is the type of bf to tuck your hair behind your ears or stroke your locks as you rant to him about how stressful your day went while maintaining eye contact, making sure you know his full attention is on you

#ISTG SEUNGCHEOL IS MAKING ME INSANE #BRAINROT #I CANT GET THIS OFF MY HEAD WTF WTF WTF #HAVE U SEEN THE EXTRA SCENE IN THAT GRAPE GOSE EP ???!!!#seungcheol imagines #svt x reader #svt fluff #seventeen imagines #scoups x reader #seungcheol x reader #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #svt #seungcheol #choi seungcheol #svt imagines #seventeen ff #drabble

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wonwoonlight · 2 months

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finding love / kim mingyu

a/n: mingyu brain rot bc i dreamt of him last night and ive never felt so loved 😭😭😭😭 first fic of the year! not proofread bc im too lazy. Enjoy🤍 do tell me if u enjoy this??? Hello???

wc: 1.1k // just some musings about love // fluff // super very soft // i dont think theres any warning except that i want him NOW.

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You don't know love until Kim Mingyu.

It's not anything as dramatic as you not believing in it. You just really haven't found the right person, nor have you been trying to look for one. Which is why it's a wonder that you end up with someone as wonderful as Kim Mingyu.

Your meeting with him wasn't anything special either. It's nothing out of a fiction; it's not exciting and it's not magical. It's just you, being Chan's friend and introduced to the members when he invited you to their concert and you visited the backstage once it finished.

It wasn't an instant click either, you just ended up talking individually somehow and the relationship progressed as time passed by.

You don't know love until Kim Mingyu.

He holds your hand when you're afraid even if you don't say anything.

He holds your hand when you're afraid even if he's afraid.

You both hate horror movies with passion, but once in a blue moon you two would challenge yourself just to see if it has changed. Every single time Mingyu would brace it and watch through everything just so he can tell you when to close your eyes and when it's okay to open them again.

You don't know love until Kim Mingyu.

He would listen to everything you talk about. From your complain about your coworkers, to your random ramble about some stuff you see on Instagram reels.

He listens.

He always does.

Because one day you're talking about how it's been quite some time since you've eaten lasagna and the next dinner Mingyu bakes lasagna for you himself.

He listens.

Because when you mention once in passing to your friend, to which Mingyu only listens partly to because you're on the phone and doesn't realize he's already awoken from his nap, that you've always wanted to try snorkeling, Mingyu arranges for it immediately once he finds a suitable date for you both.

You don't know love until Kim Mingyu.

He finds time to contact you in midst of busy schedules, and always tells you beforehand if he's going to be too busy to reach out in any way. You've told him plenty of times that you understand and that he doesn't need to reassure you everytime, but you've also told him once long before you started dating that you're the type to welcome words of assurance more than anything.

So he continues to reassure you everytime he can.

“What do you think about this?” Mingyu asks, yet again in another set of outfits.

You don't know shit about fashion, and you think Mingyu looks good in everything because he knows how to dress himself well. This is something that he's aware of, but he also likes your validation so you always try your best to say anything other that “You look good” and “I like this better than the previous one”.

“I think… you know I like it best when you're in black so I'm not sure if your current outfit is actually better than the black one or not.” You say sheepishly, to which Mingyu laughs at.

Your heart skips a beat at the sound of his laughter, something that hasn't changed despite having dated him for almost a year now. He makes his way to you and engulf you in a hug, whispers something that sounds suspiciously like “you're so cute” though he doesn't admit it because you don't like being called cute.

“Hmm.. Maybe I should go for the black one.” He says as he looks at himself in the mirror once again.

“What? No! Wear what you think is best. You know I have zero sense of fashion.”

“You like it, though.”

“I like you. You know you can wear the ugliest shirt out there and I'll still like it.”

Mingyu freezes and you see the tips of his ears turning red. You don't always say your feelings out loud, and when you do, it always hits a soft spot within him. And for all the cheesy comments Mingyu always parades to his fans, he's actually bad at receiving them himself.

You would usually jump at this opportunity to tease him, but you're feeling especially soft today, so you walk up next to him and tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“I appreciate your sentiment, but don't trust me this time around, okay?” You chuckle and cup his warm face before dropping a peck on his lips.

“Alright…” He presses his lips together and goes for another kiss. “You'll really like everything…?”

And as much as Mingyu reassures you, you reassure him back.

“I like you. So you can wear anything, and I'll like it as long as it's not something weird like a dragon costume or something.”

Mingyu succumbs with a shy smile and hides his face in your neck.

You don't know love until Kim Mingyu.

He's brought you happiness that you didn't know existed. He always makes your bad days good and your good days even better.

You automatically look for him when something makes you laugh, a part of you always wishes to share your happiness with him no matter where he is. You also look for him when you're not feeling your best, because one look and Mingyu knows you need him beside you, his arms enveloping you to ground yourself to him, and his deep voice reminds you that things are going to be okay.

“Does it bother you?” Seungkwan asks one day. You, him, Mingyu, and Seungcheol are chilling in Mingyu's dorm.

“What?” You return his question, getting more comfortable on the sofa. You're leaning against Seungcheol's shoulder, as Mingyu is too busy playing something on his phone and you don't want to restrict his movement by leaning into him.

“The… you know. Whispers. What people say?”

“About me and Mingyu?” You make sure. Your relationship isn't public, but you know some people in his company doesn't exactly approve of his choice of a girlfriend even though their opinions don't matter.

“Yeah…”

You hum as you look at Mingyu, sitting comfortably on the floor near Seungkwan. He comments on how random the younger guy's question is, but doesn't seem too bothered by it.

Something pleasant settles in your chest as you continue looking at him, your smile growing when the answer to Seungkwan's question pops in your mind.

“Not really, no.” You turn to him with a smile, your voice firm with security. “I know Mingyu loves me and that's enough.”

You don't know love until Kim Mingyu.

Because he loves you with everything he has to offer and beyond, never once failing to let you know his feelings haven't wavered.

Because you want to do everything for him even if you're not able to, your heart always finding a way to be with him even when he's not next to you.

#my hand hurts writing this on phone lol #the mingyu brainrot is real #mingyu fluff #mingyu scenarios #mingyu fic #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenario #seventeen au #mingyu au #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #khione.fics #svt fic #svt imagines #mingyu imagines #svt fluff

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