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wonusite · 10 months

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[7:51 PM]

thinking about besties jungkook and mingyu who are always there for you. who treat you so sweetly every time you see them. who always give you anything you ask for with the prettiest smiles on their faces. who act like their entire world revolves around you. who would do absolutely anything to have you in the way that they desire.

it’s not unusual for you to go over to mingyu and jungkook’s apartment after you go on a date. in fact, it’s more like a tradition at this point. what you fail to notice is that there’s something different about your usual protocol this time. maybe it’s because you’re still feeling giddy that for the first time in a long time, your date hadn’t been terrible. your two friends take notice of this immediately, and frankly, they don’t like it.

actually, they hate it.

“when are you going to let us meet him?” mingyu demands as jungkook cuddles into your side.

“uh—” you’re momentarily distracted by how your friend in nuzzling his face into your neck and tugging you closer so you’re practically on his lap. it takes you an embarrassing amount of time to finally look up at mingyu from where he’s standing and actually answer him.

“i think it’s too soon for us to meet each other’s friends—”

“but baby.” jungkook looks at you with his shimmering eyes that always make you weak. “how else will we know if he’s the right guy for you?”

you’re not sure how the sexual tension between the three of you got to this point, but it hardly matters anymore. all you can focus on now is how good it feels to have mingyu’s thick cock inside you while jungkook laps at your cunt. they’re both so eager in their movements, moaning and grunting like they finally received sweet relief.

“fuck,” jungkook groans as his tongue circles your throbbing clit. “look at you. dripping all over that cock like you can’t get enough.”

you can only let out a fucked out moan when mingyu’s thrusts start to get sharper and faster. his big hands are cupping your tits as his mouth licks and suck on your neck. it feels like you’re trapped in some blissful dream, but the way jungkook is keeping your spread open as mingyu fucks his cock into you reminds you that this is all too real.

“you like it that much, baby?” mingyu coos into your ear through a deep groan. “can’t get enough of this cock?”

you hear both men groan almost animalisticly when you cream all over mingyu’s cock with a loud moan. jungkook is quick to lick up all your release with a vigor that has you crying out his name. there’s a hunger in his eyes as he looks up at you that makes you clamp down on mingyu’s cock.

“gyu! want your cum!” you moan as they continue to pleasure you through your orgasm.

as always, your wish is their command. it only takes a few more pumps for mingyu to shoot his hot cum inside you, effectively painting every inch of your walls with his seed.

but they’re not done with you.

soon you find yourself licking the mixed releases off mingyu’s cock while jungkook pounds into you from behind. his thick dick is splitting you open so deliciously that all you can moan and whine around mingyu’s aching cock. jungkook grips your ass and spreads your cheeks to see how your tight cunt grips him and stains his cock with your cream.

“if you keep squeezing me like that, i’ll have to make a mess out of your little pussy.” jungkook groans as his hips start to snap, driving his cock deeper into you until it’s hitting your sweet spot. “fuck. that’s what you want isn’t it, baby? want me to stuff you full of my cum?”

you moan again and nod, slobbering all over mingyu’s throbbing cock as jungkook’s slick-coated balls hit your pulsing clit with every thrust.

“so cockhungry.” mingyu moans as he pets your hair. “all for us.”

“only for us.”

#this was written bc these two cuties went live and ruined my life #mingyu smut #jungkook smut #kim mingyu smut #jeon jungkook smut #svt smut #bts smut #mingyu x reader #jungkook x reader #svt timestamps #bts timestamps

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sluttywonwoo · 1 year

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[1:12 a.m.]

lee jihoon x fem!reader

smut 18+

“you’re so… wet.”

he sounds surprised. almost awestruck, like he wasn’t the cause of it. like you hadn’t been making out with him and grinding on his thigh for the past ten minutes…

you’d usually feel shy about someone straight up staring at your pussy but you’re too desperate to process the mortifying ordeal of being known perceived at present.

“please, do something,” you beg.

jihoon reaches forward, touching you so lightly you almost can’t feel it. he traces the shape of you, gathering your wetness on his calloused fingers as he continues to tease you.

“jihoon…”

“shh, baby. let me take my time with you.”

“but-”

“do you want me to stop?” he asks, fingertips hovering right over your swollen clit.

“n-no.”

“that’s what i thought. so be a good girl and be. patient.”

#super short and sweet but i needed to get the thots out #seventeen smut #svt smut #woozi smut #jihoon smut #lee jihoon smut #svt timestamps

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mangocustard16 · 6 months

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[10:02 pm]

the front door swung open, and Jeonghan stumbled inside. His body bore the weight of a long, grueling practice, and he could barely stand on his own. He leaned heavily against the door frame, aching from head to toe. his energy had been entirely sapped. He collapsed onto the couch, his eyes barely registering your presence as he sank into the cushions, without bothering to remove his shoes or coat, his eyes heavy-lidded. You sat beside him, your presence comforting him. Instinctively, your hand moved to gently stroke his hair. Understanding his need for silent support, you provided it without hesitation. Without a word, he lowered his head onto your lap, finding solace in your soothing touch. "how was your day?" you asked, your voice further lulling him to sleep. "tiring," his voice muffled as he replied back, "the new choreo is so—" he was interrupted by another yawn. "sleep baby" you said, continuing to run your fingers through his hair. In that quiet moment, the weight of his exhaustion lifted as he closed his eyes. He was enveloped in the warmth and care you offered, providing the solace he sought after a taxing day. Your wordless support spoke volumes, and he knew he was exactly where he needed to be, with you.

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blue-jisungs · 7 months

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a/n. i genuinely think i can’t scream?? lkke it makes me too self aware of my voice lmao but sometimes when i’m home alone i’ll let out like a random scream it’s so goofy please tell me i’m not alone

[ 7:39pm ] there’s comforting silence in the apartment, vernon laying on his bed with hands intertwined on his stomach. he zoned out, has been staring at the wall for a while now and completely missed the sound of your chaotic footsteps pacing around. suddenly, there’s a random scream.

a scream that felt like ripped out from the deepest corners of your lungs. the sound filled and echoed through the house, bouncing off the walls.

then, you appear in the doorway and lock eyes with unbothered vernon.

“you okay?” nevertheless, he asks. but he knows it was kind of a scream that had to be let out anyway, some day.

“yeah. just…” you sigh and plop on the bed, causing vernon to move on the mattress as if he was made out of jelly. a smile blooms on his face.

“i get it” he hums and moves one hand on top of your head, ruffling your hair “i so get it”

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secndlife · 8 months

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[2:22am]

It was late.

It was so fucking late and Soonyoung had no idea why his doorbell was ringing. When did people lose their manners? Did their parents not teach them that they shouldn’t show up at someone’s house at - he paused for a second to check the clock on his nightstand - 2:22am?

When it started, he didn’t immediately get up. He hoped it would be just teenagers pulling a not-funny prank. Soonyoung didn’t have a stick up his ass. He usually understood the humor of ringing a stranger’s doorbell. But not today. Not at this hour. Not when he just managed to fall asleep.

He waited for the first couple of rings to calm down, but that didn’t happen. They just kept coming and coming and coming. Soonyoung had to get up and make it all stop. This would soon wake Haru, the cute toddler from 17B. He didn’t want that.

Gathering every little bit of strength he had in his body, battery closer and closer to shutting down, he removed the blanket from his body. Soonyoung rubbed his eyes while he sat up on his bed, sighing in frustration.

Two seconds of silence.

Nope. Still there.

A loud groan escaped him as he finally stood up, plaid pajama pants hanging low on his waist and torso exposed. Despite being about only 10% awake, Soonyoung knew he couldn’t open the door half-naked. The first thing he saw was a white long-sleeved shirt thrown by the end of his bed, which he put on before making his way down the hallway.

His eyes were barely open and his footsteps were heavy. The noise had calmed down a little, the ringing of the doorbell being replaced by incessant knocking. Jesus fucking christ. He just hoped that, whoever this was, they had a really good reason to be doing this to him.

Soonyoung didn’t know what he was expecting when he opened the door, but what he saw wasn’t it.

“Hi,” you said, voice a tiny bit slurred. You were dressed up, and he assumed you went there straight from the club. Your mascara was smudged, but not to the point where he thought you had been crying. You had a little grin on your lips, which were still painted red, even though the lipstick had started to fade.

He thought you looked incredible.

Despite still being slightly annoyed and half asleep, Soonyoung was physically incapable of not smiling at the mere sight of you. “Hi?”

“Can I come in?” You asked, acting as if you didn’t know the answer. He had never not allowed you in his space - physically or in any other way that could possibly mean.

He could see you were drunk - or maybe tipsy was a better word - and he was struggling to understand why you had ditched your friends during a night out and ended up at his place. The last text Soonyoung got from you, which had been over two hours ago, had a silly selfie and reported you were having fun.

When you knew someone for more years than you can count on two hands alone, you just… knew them. Especially if you’re as close as the two of you were. Soonyoung could read you like a book, anywhere, anytime. Yet, now, it was like you were a puzzle he had never seen a single piece.

Soonyoung moved to the side to give you space, a small giggle escaping him, “Yeah, sorry.” You passed by him and he could still smell your perfume. He bought it for you years ago and you never stopped using it. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh!” There was no wavering in your voice. No signs of distress. Nothing. “Yeah, all good.”

You walked around his place as if it were your own and he loved it. You sat down on the couch while Soonyoung still stood somewhat awkwardly by the now-closed door.

“You know I love you and I mean this in the nicest of ways but,” he scratched the back of his neck, “why are you here?”

Thinking about it now, it all seemed so stupid. So simple, too. You were asked a question and you decided he needed to hear the answer, even if he wasn’t the inquisitor.

“Who are you texting?” Jihyo asked, voice loud and yet barely audible through the bass-boosted music.

The smile on your face probably made it evident, but you still responded. “Soonyoung.”

She rolled her eyes. “When are you gonna tell him?”

You didn’t know when it had happened. It wasn’t like there was a major moment that made you realize that your feelings for Soonyoung had grown further than friendship. Maybe love really was in the subtlety.

You were pretty sure it was reciprocated. You knew him too well. You knew how he acted when he liked someone. Still, timing was important and you didn’t want to mess any of this up.

“I don’t think it’s time just yet.”

Two hours later, and once everyone had consumed more shots of soju than the average person could handle, you were all sitting by one of the booths in the club.

“I have a question,” Yujin said, giggling in her seat, hands moving in excitement. God, you absolutely loved drunk-induced conversations. “If the world would end right now, who would you want to be with?”

But now, now that you had to explain to him why you were there, you felt like maybe this was a bad idea. So you lied.

“Just didn’t feel like going home.”

Soonyoung knew that wasn’t it. If you had a choice, you’d always prefer to go home after a night out. You had a routine for days like these - go home, shower, drink some Coke to soothe the hangover, and sleep. Not that you couldn’t do that in his place (he always kept a can of Coke in his fridge just in case), but you’d choose yours if you could. Especially as you always said his mattress was way too stiff.

But it was late and he was tired and he didn’t have the energy right now. So all he did was nod. “Wanna go take a shower?”

You smiled his favorite smile and his heart got ten times bigger. “Yes please.”

When Soonyoung found himself under the covers again, it was 3am, and you were by his side.

You had been there countless times before. Sharing a bed with him wasn’t a novelty. Still, something was different. Nothing grand, but still noticeable.

Maybe it was you - plural you.

You could feel it.

Soonyoung’s curtains weren’t the best, so the moonlight managed to make its way to the sides of your face. He thought you had never looked more beautiful. Mesmerizing.

He wondered if he should tell you.

Soonyoung didn’t know when it had happened. It wasn’t like there was a major moment that made him realize that his feelings for you had grown further than friendship. Maybe love really was in the subtlety.

Soonyoung was pretty sure it was reciprocated. He knew you too well. He knew how you acted when you liked someone. Still, timing was important and he didn’t want to mess any of this up.

So he decided it was not the time just yet.

“Comfy?” He asked, hand rubbing your arm through his tiger-printed blanket - a gift from you.

“Yeah. The mattress feels softer for some reason.”

Soonyoung hummed in acknowledgment, a yawn escaping him right after.

Silence.

You were the one to break it seconds later. “I didn’t actually come here because I didn’t wanna go home.”

A faint laugh escaped him, eyes getting smaller as he smiled, “I know.” He brushed the hair out of your face and you could feel goosebumps forming in your arms. You hoped he didn’t notice. “Wanna tell me why?”

“It’s stupid, really.” He loved when you laughed like that.

“Try me.”

“Fine,” you took a deep breath, biting the insides of your cheek for a moment. “We were having those drunk, sentimental conversations, you know?” Soonyoung nodded. - the two of you had shared countless of those. “And Yujin, she asked us this question.”

“Okay?”

He took some time to try and read your stare.

Oh fuck. Fuck. Were you about to—

“It was something like, if the world ended at that moment, who we’d want to be with.”

“Oh,” another chuckle. “Interesting question.”

So maybe you weren’t about to tell him how you fell. Thank god. This just really wasn’t the time.

Still, Soonyoung caught himself hoping you had said his name as a response.

It was your turn to nod.

More silence.

“My answer was you.” Your voice was soft, almost shy, barely a whisper. If Soonyoung wasn’t mere inches away, he probably would have missed it. “So I just,” a sigh, “I just wanted you to know that.”

You said it as if it was a secret. As if your friends hearing you say what you said earlier was meaningless if he didn’t hear it himself. And despite your tone, you didn’t sound hesitant.

You weren’t gonna talk about it now. It really wasn’t the time. But when his name left your lips hours earlier, you just felt like he had to hear it. Not everything. Not yet. But that, at least. Kinda like a sneak peek.

Soonyoung smiled your smile, leaning in to place a small kiss on your cheek, lips oh so slightly brushing at the corner of yours.

More silence.

Did he even get it?

“Wanna know what would be my answer?” Another nod. “You.”

Maybe Soonyoung would tell you in the morning. With proper words and proper gestures.

The way the stars in your eyes sparkled at his words gave him butterflies. So many of them. Countless.

Confirmation.

Yeah, Soonyoung would definitely tell you in the morning.

a/n: random and absolutely not proofread and just . yeah . just very silly and cheesy :/ and kinda cute :/ i was just pretty obsessed with this soonyoung so i had to do something. it's kinda different to write him outside mmf? anyway. hope you'll like it !!!! feel free to stop by my askbox with thoughts and comments hehe

#hoshi #soonyoung #svt #seventeen #hoshi fic #soonyoung fic #seventeen fic #svt fic #hoshi imagine #hoshi fluff #soonyoung imagine #soonyoung fluff #seventeen imagine #seventeen fluff #seventeen timestamps #svt timestamps

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weird-bookworm · 8 months

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9:52 ᴘᴍ

it was a quiet day. you went to college, attended classes, spent time with friends, and came home to minghao in a fluffy bathrobe, reading.

it was pleasantly surprising to see him back home to early. you settled in comfortably next to him after a quick shower, tucked in beside him, making you look smaller than you were.

some time later, you both gravitated towards each other, even closer, if it was possible. you laid your head on his lap, as he read and absentmindedly played with your hair. not even a few minutes had passed before you let out a loud yawn, startling minghao out of his daze.

"sleepy?" he quietly asked. you hummed back in reply and snuggled down further. he chuckled and continued playing with your hair.

"how was your day?" his voice was deep and calming and only lulled you further into slumber.

"hmm, nice," your voice was muffled as you replied back, "we had to submit an assignment tod—" you were interrupted by another yawn.

"sleep, bǎobèi, i'm here," he bent down to press a soft kiss on your hairline, continuing to card his fingers through your hair.

it wasn't long before you found yourself in a dreamless sleep, your body so relaxed after a long day that you felt as if you could float away any moment.

minghao stared at you as you slept, his heart growing fonder with each passing second. he pressed another light kiss, this time on your head, and smiled to himself.

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neobaobei · 8 months

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[09:36]

Pairing: Mingyu x Female Reader; Pure fluff

WC: 320+

"ax plus... b and dx square...?" you mumble incoherent math equations, looking at your textbook that has nearly thirty questions in one page. You let out a sigh, a deep one, deep enough to make your seatmate glance at you in a not so subtle manner.

This was your eighth one of the day.

You sigh once again, blush creeping your cheeks, as you felt mingyu's elbow brushing past your clothes ones as he kept writing. Having a left handed seatmate has it's cons!!

You look back at your teacher as he was taking a really hard question. You couldn't really focus now that his elbows wouldn't stop dashing with yours as he imprints those letters on his notebook!

You try to move step away from him as you saw him struggle with his gigantic arms in that really tiny table. You moved a bit, noticing his gaze fixated on you as if you were doing something crazy.

"Um.. What are you doing..?" He whispers at you, slightly nervous that he had made you uncomfortable. "Incase, you were uncomfortable, since you are left handed..." You mumble in a really low voice that only he could comprehend, and continued taking notes as if nothing had happened.

He narrows his eyes at the little space between your and his seat, cursing silently at the university for not providing bigger tables before pulling your chair closer to yours swiftly, his hands finding its way to yours. He did it so nonchalantly, that it took you solid minutes to process what just happened.

His large fingers wrapped around your small, thin ones as he smiled at you, making you blush at the physical contact of your skin's against each other.

You immediately look around the classroom, checking if anyone saw you both holding hands, only to find your friends already sending knowing smirks at your direction, making you turn redder than you already were.

Guess it's time to finally reveal your relationship.

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sadnightforus · 3 months

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[2:04 AM] Moving on from you was hard.

Still hard, and seeing you with someone else while he still thinks about you is even harder.

Sometimes, it’s almost comical that love makes him lose his mind like this. But here he is, pouring another bottle of wine into his glass as the light on his nightstand illuminates his bedroom now standing lonely.

Seungcheol knows he should leave you behind. But he can’t, not with the way that the image of your eyes staring right deep into his soul still serves as a mental image that he thinks back about every night before he lured himself to sleep with nothing but regret as the bed warmed by his side.

He has the tendency to overwork himself to death— you always tell him to take it easy. With you around, he did, but with you gone, the only way that he can proceed with his life normally is if he throws himself into work so that he won’t have time to entertain his heart of the ideas of ‘what if’s with you.

He always forgot to eat his meals on time whenever he was busy and he thinks that he didn’t die because you were the one to remind him of the food intake. But god, does it get harder to eat when you slip out of his life and he goes back to square one, with only the thoughts of you soothing his pain to stop all of his misery.

With each thought, the wine bottle soon becomes emptied and he pours another one and repeats the step all over again.

He doesn’t tell you this, and he hopes you won’t know it either. He has tried seeing other people but all he ended up seeing was a glimpse of you— he knows it’s selfish and it broke his heart a bit, thinking how much of a horrible man he is for leading people on.

He sometimes drive by your house. Or even change the usual route he usually takes for his work by driving on your street, just to see your house. But he doesn’t have the heart to face you and gradually, the amount of time he has done this has decreased, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. He even goes to both of your favorite restaurants in hope to run into you, but it seems like you never revisit after the breakup.

He has to move on, even if he’s feeling so weak and defeated.

His eyes glances over to the view outside of the city— it looks dull and there’s no warmth to the scenery at all, just how he has been feeling for months. His lips didn’t dare to speak, he lost his ability to really speak his mind a long time ago once you make your way out of his life.

He then takes the last sip of the wine before he realizes that he managed to finish 2 bottles for tonight.

Enough is enough.

So, he collects the beverages and the wine stains glass, placing it into the sink as he lets the water run. He cleans it with a sigh, and doesn't ever bother to turn on the light either as the light provided from far away was enough for him.

With a heavy heart, he has to force himself to step out of the kitchen, making his way to go back to rest. His palm then unlocks the door of his bedroom that he has previously left in the cold, with neither the nightstand lamp turned off nor the air conditioner still brewing of cold air that runs past his body.

He then gently lays himself onto his bed, trying to secure warmth with the blanket, eyes attempting to close on its own due to his intoxicated state as his head can only think of you and your new lover, heart now trembling in pain.

Tonight, he allows himself to miss you again, but tomorrow, he knows he has to move on.

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2024

A/N: been feeling a little angsty lately. inspired by one of bloo's songs.

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

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slytherinshua · 1 year

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[ 12:18am ]

“Did you get the demo?” You asked as you stepped into Jihoon’s studio. It was late, but your boyfriend worked best during the night, and you had turned a little more nocturnal than you already were when you started dating him.

“Yeah, I got it. I haven’t listened to it yet, though.” He responded, eyes reading something on his computer screen as he pulled out a chair for you without looking.

You sat down, peering over your boyfriend’s shoulder to see what he was reading. It was some article explaining a new workout and its benefits in muscle growth.

“Hey, you’re already buff enough, you know?” You poked his cheek and he smiled, swatting your hand away.

“Let’s listen to that demo you sent.” He mumbled, closing the tab with the article and searching through his folders for it. He had a habit of speaking softly when it was late at night, only aiding to his comforting presence.

You nodded and Jihoon grabbed his headphones. You always got a little bit nervous when showing your boyfriend your music, even if he was the person you felt the most comfortable with. He was a master at his craft, and you wanted to impress him every time.

He pressed play, closing his eyes to fully immerse himself in the music. Soft strums of guitar accompanied your voice perfectly suited for R&B. You watched him, nerves only subsiding when you saw him smile a little. He took the headphones off and opened the demo in his producing software, eyes scanning over the instruments and layers you already had.

“You gonna say anything? Don’t leave me hanging here.” You asked quietly.

“It was good. Really good.” He said simply, making your heart swell in your chest. “The choice of acoustic guitar along with the harmonies was perfect, and your voice…” He paused, words stuck in his throat. He was sure he was biased. He must be. But he could not, and would not get over how much he loved your voice. It was just perfect.

“I loved it.” He said finally, leaning in to press his lips to your softly and lingering there to show his sincerity.

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seongyeonsart · 2 years

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| 01:05 | — mingyu x f!reader ೫ fluff

➵ wc : 0.3k

➵ kea’s note : hey guys ! this is my first svt post hehe hope u guys like it <33 super fluffy and a bit of angst maybe ?? lol

mingyu just got out of the shower after a long day at work, spotting you sleeping soundly on the bed with your phone still on your hands. he smiled to himself as he shook his head, walking over to you before slowly pulling the phone away from your hands and placing it on the nightstand.

he really appreciates how you always wait for him even though you also just comes back home from work a few hours before him, but mingyu can’t help but feel guilty because of how late he always comes home. he knows that you already talked about being totally fine with it because it’s work and you both need it to be able to fend for one another.

mingyu also appreciates how you put so much trust in him. he knows that it’s the key to a healthy relationship— not that he doesn’t trust you as much as you do but sometimes he just wish that you won’t feel like you have to wait for him every single night because he knows you’re tired from your work too.

turning on the night light, he walked over to the bathroom door to turn the lights off before carefully laying down beside you. mingyu turned to his side so that he’s facing you. the night light illuminating your face and just can’t help but notice how pretty and peaceful you looked.

mingyu made sure that you weren’t cold so he adjusted the duvet over your body, the movement making you stir and groan. your eyes slowly opened, grogginess evident in your face as the night light made it hard for you to see. “hi.. I’m sorry I woke you up.” you felt a hand caressing your hair and mingyu’s low voice.

comfort suddenly draped over you, scooting over towards him and wrapping your hands around his waist as you buried your head in his chest. it didn’t take long for sleepiness to take over you again after you heard mingyu’s voice once again, “goodnight, my love. sleep tight.”

mingyu placed a soft kiss on your forehead before dozing off to sleep.

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wonusite · 1 year

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[9:47 PM]

thinking about bad boy wonwoo who always comes around no matter how many times you tell him to get lost. who calls you babydoll even though he knows how much you hate it. who is always covered in cuts and bruises, but still manages to look so damn attractive. who you know is bad news despite how unbearably charming he is. who would do anything for you.

it’s not your fault wonwoo looks so hot after he gets into fights. that’s why when he shows up on your doorstep, bloodied and bruised, you can’t leave his injuries unattended despite how annoying he is. so now you’re sitting on the bathroom counter with wonwoo wedged between your legs. his large hands are resting on your bare thighs, and you have to concentrate on cleaning the scrape on his cheek and not on the way his thumbs are gently caressing your skin.

“why do you always get into fights?” you murmur in an attempt to distract yourself from his touch. it doesn’t work.

wonwoo smirks like the large cut on his lips doesn’t hurt. “you worried ‘bout me, babydoll?”

you scowl because that stupid pet name doesn’t sound as grimy to you as it usually does. “yeah, right. i’m just tired of you coming around every time you almost get yourself killed.”

the smirk doesn’t fall from his face. if anything, it gets wider. you’re always trying so hard to resist him, but he knows the restraint you’re displaying is slowly dissipating. he can’t help but gloat at the fact that there’s a worried undertone to your voice. wonwoo purposely leans closer, loving how you start to blink nervously.

you really have no idea what you do to him, and it’s driving him insane.

“i’ll stop fighting, if that’s what you really want.”

his pretty eyes hold so much sincerity that it makes something inside you fill with carnal heat. damn it. he’s so close, and he just looks so fucking hot that you can’t take it anymore. before you realized what you were doing, you smash your lips on to his. wonwoo smirks into the kiss and shoves his tongue inside your mouth.

it’s addicting, the way he suckles and nips at your lower lip. you moan softly, unable to believe you had waited this long to do something with him when you could’ve had him much sooner.

you’re not really sure how you ended up on the couch, but that’s the least of your worries. all you can focus on now is how good you feel.

“that’s it, babydoll.” his voice coos softly.

you can tell he’s exerting a great amount of restraint, trying his hardest to be gentle. it makes the moronic organ in your chest jerk with inexplicable affection. wonwoo is definitely not the gentle type, but in this moment, that doesn’t seem to be true. this entire time he’s been treating you like you were made if delicate glass.

his cock is throbbing inside you, and you know he’s on the verge of breaking. it turns you on to see the resident bad boy — who’s normally so composed and stoic — so close to loosing his cool. you bury your face in his sweaty neck, barely able to stifle the moans of pleasure lodged in your throat.

wonwoo’s hands stay clasped around your waist to guide your hips so you know exactly how to fuck his cock. it makes him smile a bit when you start to move your hips on your own.

“fuck. keep fucking my cock like that, baby.”

you pull away from his neck as you start to gyrate your hips into his. a gush of wetness coats his cock when you see his head thrown black in pleasure. seeing his bliss covered face has your cunt clenching around him, desperate to milk him for every last drop of his cum.

wonwoo sucks on his bottom lip, and in the next moment, his grip on your waist tightens. he starts to thrust up into you until his thick cock is hitting your sweet spot. it makes you cry out, nails digging into his bare shoulders as the feeling of his dick dragging against your walls has you seeing stars.

you start to bite and lick at the tender flesh of his neck as he plunges into you. the lewd sound of his heavy balls smacking against you ass fills the silence. you’re unable to form a coherent sentence, the girth of his cock stretching out your tight pussy has you mewling and whining stupidly.

he fucks into you a few more times until your pussy tightens around him, gushing around him until his dick is covered in your juices.

“fuck, babydoll.” wonwoo groans as his hips stutter. “you’re creaming all over my cock.”

he doesn’t stop fucking you even as he presses gentle kisses on your lips and neck. you’re beginning to feel overstimulated, but it only fuels your arousal. in a moment spurred by his tenderness, you start to bounce on his cock. your gasps turn into loud moans, feeling blinding pleasure as his fat tip slams against the most sensitive spot inside you.

“wonwoo.” you mewl when his large hands start to wander up and down your body. “i need more!”

he hums against your neck and moves one of his hands down to rub gentle circles against your puffy clit. your moan comes out broken when he starts to thrust deeply into your wet cunt. wonwoo smirks when your moans turn into nonsensical babbling.

it makes him thrust deeply into you, loving the squelching sounds coming from your cunt. “ah!”

your moans are stifled when wonwoo smashes his lips against yours. it’s urgent but still full of care. embarrassing as it is, it’s what makes you cream around his aching cock. he groans at the feeling of your tight cunt clenching down on him.

it’s not long before you feel his hot, thick cum shoot inside you and paint your walls white. you’re left panting against his neck, hating how you can’t seem to separate from him. but you just love the feeling of his cum slowly dribbling out of you too much to let go of him.

#i couldn’t help myself #been having wonwoo brainrot bad these last few days #enjoy this while i finish my professor!wonwoo fic <3 #wonwoo smut #svt smut #timestamp #svt timestamps #wonwoo x reader #svt x reader #wonwoo #svt

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thetypingpup · 1 year

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[9:43 pm] The fire behind you burns brightly as Seungcheol pulls you onto his lap. Your knees sink into the plush cushion of the chair, his cock lined up with your waiting entrance. He teases you with a smirk, pressing the head of his cock against you, just barely entering you before pulling back. You grip his robe tighter, entranced by the expanse of hard muscle, the planes of his chest highlighted by the flickering shadows. Excitement stirs within you as you take in the way he looks at you, roving your form hungrily, his tongue poking out to tease the swell of his plush lips. You feel the familiar pulse of need radiating between your legs, building until you can’t take it anymore. Tired of waiting, you try to lower yourself onto his cock, only to be stopped by his firm grasp.

“Ah ah ah, not so fast baby.” He tsks, and a shudder roves down your spine at the deep timbre of his voice. He moves his hand along your side, teasing you with his touch, his cock pressed right against your entrance as he hums, “What do you say baby?”

“Please,” You breathe you, trying and vain to just get him inside you already. He keeps you still, even as your thighs tense from the effort of trying to have him. You feel the heat building, caught between the warmth of his breath over your collarbones and the raging fire behind you. You’re fixated on the flames dancing in his gaze, as if it’s the only light in the room, using it to ground yourself from completely slipping away to lust.

“Please what?” He raises an eyebrow expectantly, sinking further into the chair. You suppress a whimper as his cock moves away from your waiting entrance, gripping his shoulders tighter.

“Please Sir.” You cave in quickly, too consumed with need not to beg, “Please Sir, please fuck me.”

“That’s more like it, baby.” At long last he finally sinks into you, letting you lower yourself onto his length. You tilt your head back as a moan of wanton satisfaction resonates in your chest before resounding in the air. A laugh is laced with his own deep moan as his hands rove around to your ass, squeezing sharply, “Well someone’s excited.”

“Sir, I need you. I need you so fucking bad.” You squirm on top of him, already clenching around his thick length, taking in just how deep he is inside you.

He nods, that smirk of satisfaction melting into something far more heated, “Then let’s not keep you waiting anymore, baby.”

The chair doesn’t even creak as Seungcheol guides you up and down on his dick, even as your breath hitches with each deep thrust. Your hands bypass his soft robe to grab at his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as you pant out moans. The pleasure is fucking unreal, and already you feel yourself unraveling, bliss winding around you like one of the shimmering ribbons on the tree. You let yourself enjoy this, indulging in pleasure as long as you can, basking in the fireside flames.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen scoups smut #seventeen seungcheol smut #seventeen timestamps #svt timestamps #seventeen scoups timestamps #seventeen seungcheol timestamps #the pup actually types #found this lurking in my drive so i'm reuploading it 😁#have a christmas timestamp it's gender neutral 😁

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sw1mmingfoolz · 2 years

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[2:15] - joshua hong

requested? Y/N

genre: fluff n joshua being a teasing little shit

wc: 904

a/n: idek what this is honestly i really do write the most minute domestic situations lmao this is just outing me as a filthy tea drinking josh arms lover 😤 this isn't proofread so if it makes no sense i'm sorry lol :') feedback is always very appreciated haha as always i read everyone's tags and they always make my day! 💞💕💞💕

Rain pattered lightly against the window, a streetlight outside sending shadows of droplets cascading down your boyfriend's face. You felt somewhat creepy, you supposed, propped up on one elbow as you admired his sleeping form. You were unable to sleep, and there was only so much tossing and turning you were willing to waste your time doing. Eventually you had relented, bare feet padding down the hall to make tea, and now you were settled again under your large cushy duvet, one hand holding the handle of your mug and the other cradling your head.

You knew if you attempted to snuggle up to Joshua he'd throw an arm around your shoulders and pull you to him no matter how deeply he was sleeping, but you didn't want to take even the tiniest risk of waking him up. You took a small, tentative sip of the warm liquid and relished in its all-consuming comfort, blooming flames in the pits of your stomach that spread to lick at every fibre of your being. You shifted your gaze to the crack in the curtains through which the white light spilled, following the sliver back to the face you so often found yourself transfixed by. His inexplicably gentle features somehow softened further when he slept, lips slightly parted and eyelashes resting daintily on entirely smooth skinned cheeks. You were struggling to fight the urge to brush back a strand of hair that had fallen across his face as you took yet another sip of your tea, the sounds of the raindrops picking up in an apparent mimicry of your heartbeat. He still had you awestruck after a year together, and probably always would.

As you finished your tea and set the mug on the nightstand he stirred, a slight groan escaping his lips as he breathed deeply. You watched him, entirely still in case you woke him fully, but in spite of your efforts it seemed he could sense your lack of somnolence.

"What time is it?" he grumbled through a thick, groggy voice. His eyes remained closed as he asked, but slowly opened after you remained quiet. "Baby?"

"It's almost two, I think," you responded with an indiscreet clear of your throat. He chuckled, bringing a large hand up to cup your face.

"Were you watching me sleep? Such a creep," His voice was as gentle as his expression was, eyes as heart melting as ever, even as he was teasing you.

"Maybe," you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "You're pretty when you sleep."

"So I'm ugly when I'm awake?" he scoffed, acting as if he were in pain when you lightly punched his arm in response.

"You know that's not what I'm saying," you giggled, nuzzling further into his palm as it again sought refuge on your cheek.

"You can't sleep?"

"I gave up trying like an hour ago," you admitted sheepishly, glancing at the mug behind you. "I've just been enjoying the rain." He hummed, a wordless agreement with the sentiment of the rain's enjoyability, and reached his other hand up to pull you down onto him. He knew you liked to lie on his broad shoulders, able to nudge your face into his neck and plant kisses on his tanned skin while his arms kept you feeling ever secure. You were as ever obvious in your love for them, which he definitely appreciated given how often he'd flex for you with an overexaggerated vanity only to laugh at the blush that crept up your neck and settled hot on your cheeks. He was a huge tease, sure, but you loved that about him. And you loved the confidence you knew he derived from it too.

As if reading your mind he tensed his biceps a little as they wrapped around you, holding you tightly against him. You felt so safe with him, a whole different kind of warmth spreading through your chest as you felt your heart skip a beat at the action but otherwise begin to slow. You giggled as you pressed your lips to his jaw, looking up to see him smirking.

"You're so easy to fluster," he laughed, not needing to see your face to know it was reddening in the dark.

"Can't help that my boyfriend is hot," you retorted, voice steady with great effort, and it succeeded in shutting him up as he too found his face heating up. You tossed a leg over his so you were lying mostly on your front, brain alternating between focusing on the slowing pitter patter of the rain and his steady heartbeat. You both laid in silence for a while, the peace comfortable, a far cry from the tension you usually felt in such a position with other people. His breathing was slow and steady, your head rising and falling with his chest as he drew patterns up your arm and over the back of your hand.

"Sleep well, darling," Joshua whispered, placing a gentle kiss to your head as he eventually felt himself begin to slip back into slumber. He laced his fingers with yours as he did, as ever wanting as much contact with you as possible. "I love you," he added, so small you could only just hear it, and as you too began to feel sleep finally overtake your body you returned his admission with the warmth he so easily blossomed within you lacing your voice.

#seventeen #svt #svt fluff #joshua #joshua hong #hong jisoo #seventeen joshua #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen timestamps #svt timestamps #seventeen blurbs #svt blurbs #joshua fluff #joshua scenarios

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blue-jisungs · 8 months

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author’s note. guys i’m leaving later today so i’m posting this just in case i won’t post anything for the next +- 10 days! hopefully i will but yk shit happens :^)

[ 10:52pm ] minghao heard you pacing around, the soft sound of footsteps filling the silence of the room. he looked up from his book just when you entered the room, fidgeting with your fingers.

“hao…” you called quietly, some droplets of water falling on your night gown “could you… dry my hair…? i’m just so tired and i don’t feel like…”

as your voice grew silent, minghao stood up with a tender smile. placing a hand on your lower back, he lead you back to the bathroom. sitting on the stool you had there, minghao started gently drying your hair. it was late and the hairdryer was loud but he didn’t care for the neighbours, to be frank.

glancing in the mirror at your reflection and dropping eyelids, he shook his head gently. the warm air made you drowsy, head plopping down.

you didn’t even realise when minghao took you in his arms and put back to bed, placing a soft kiss atop your dry hair before turning the light off.

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jaetaimjadore · 2 years

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It's You | k.mg (Drabble)

Pairing: Mingyu x reader

Genre: fluff, proposal au, contemplative

Warnings: none that I can think of :P

Word count: 0.77k

[23:58] New Year’s Eve

There you are; above an ocean of whispering waves and below a sky of twinkling stars. Your elbow reclines atop the stone balustrade outside the hotel room, the silver moon slowly seeping into your hair as a saline breeze sifts and gently tampers through each lock.

Mingyu gazes at you from his place on the bed inside. He watches with tender smile as the curtains billow around your figure through the balcony doors, how you shiver in delight with every flutter of the white silk against your legs.

He can’t see your face now, but it doesn’t matter; he’d memorised every feature, admired every angle of you enough times to picture your the dazed eyes looking out into the dark night now, the calm of your smile while you anticipate the new year.

Minutes ago, Mingyu’s mind had raced with a chiliad of unspoken thoughts, the small velvet box seeming like more of an unsettling than exciting presence in his pocket. But a simple glance your way had been enough to render him transfixed – to vanquish his every worry, every hesitancy, and every doubt. He never seemed to understand the radiant power you possessed over him – he doesn’t think he ever will. But he supposes that love doesn’t always have to make sense, it simply just has to be true.

“It’s you,” he whispers, though more to himself than anything else. He embraces the rush of goosebumps that kiss along his skin, thinking it a beautiful feeling as his fingertips ghost over his pocket once more.

Two minutes, now. Two minutes, and this year would be recast into another memory of the past – into another yesterday, another ‘remember when?’. Two minutes until you’d vibrantly declare a dozen resolutions Mingyu knows would never be fulfilled. Two minutes until he’d drop to one knee and ask you to stay by his side forever.

Perhaps it was rather cliché to be doing this at the cusp of the new year, but Mingyu knows you, and he knows you’ll love it even if you never will let him live it down.

Because he knows that it has always been you.

It’s the way you wait for him in this moment with the doors purposely left open; a quiet sign for him to join you in his own time. It’s the way you’d chosen to welcome the new year just with him than with a crowd like you’d originally wanted to. It’s the way you had once found each other by chance, but held on like soulmates. How you made his everyday feel so real and beautiful despite the plethora of blunders and stumbles you’d both had to overcome. It’s the way Mingyu wants nothing more than to marry you; the way he’d cross all corners of the Earth just to give you his last name.

It will always be you, he thinks once more, taking note of the time – 23:59 – before brushing through those curtains and stepping out onto the balcony, by your side. He admires you again as you breathe in the air, turning to him with eyes of wonder, of beauty, of love, and he knows – he just knows – he’ll never tire of such a stunning view.

He’d once asked his mother whether he should do it, whether proposing was the right choice, and she’d smiled at his hopeful expression and told him never to let you go. His father thought you a keeper for his son. His sister said you were far better than each of his exes combined. And his friends – all 12 of them – said they’d never seen him happier than when he was with you.

So, with one final, shaky breath, Mingyu’s fingers find your own, his thumb soft over your knuckles. He doesn't have many words to say in this moment, hadn't prepared a grand speech declaring all the ways you make him complete, and every reason he needs you by his side. His eyes, rather, sparkle with a thousand silent confessions – a language he knows you pick up like no other – and a single phrase rests on the tip of his tongue.

“It’s you,” he finally breathes, head angling upward with the knee that slowly drops down in front of your bare feet. His chest pounds, leaps, dances to the beat of his heart. He watches the way your eyes furrow and then soften, an overwhelming bout of love tugging his lips into a small smile as he slowly slips the little box from his pocket, repeating with all the surety in the world:

“It's you, Y/n Y/l/n. Marry me.”

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weird-bookworm · 8 months

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9:24 ᴘᴍ

warning! mentions of partying and alcohol...kind of

you and hansol weren't doing much. it was another friday night, and while most of your friends were probably out partying and getting wasted, you were both chilling at home, doing your own thing.

hansol was busy on his phone as you read your book, when you looked up. he let out a chuckle just as you you glanced at him, probably because of a meme he saw.

you looked at him...and just couldn't stop looking. his pretty eyes, the way they crinkled when he laughed, his kissable lips, which curved up in the most heartwarming smile, his perfect nose, his cute cheeks, and his casually ruffled hair, all made you want to just kiss him and hold him and never stop.

you admired how his features blended together to make one of the most beautiful souls you knew.

you stared at him and then stared some more, for what must've been minutes but felt like hours, just taking in all the beauty he had to offer.

"noni?" you called out, startling him out of his daze. he hummed back in reply and you felt butterflies swarming in your tummy as soon as his gaze met your own.

"have i ever told you how goddamn pretty you are?" it was a genuine question from your end, but you could see how quickly pink tinted his cheeks and his eyes widened.

"h-huh?" you could see he was lost for words, but in the moment, you couldn't care less.

"like—" you cut yourself off as you got up and discarded your book to a side, settling comfortably in arms, softly gazing in his eyes and caressing his adorably red cheeks, "you're just so ethereal baby, so so pretty. and you have a personality to match! sometimes i just look at you and i—" you cut yourself off again, this time with a frustrated huff at being unable to find words to express yourself.

"where is this coming from?" he shyly giggled and gave you his biggest doe eyes, unaware of the effect they had on you.

you nuzzled in his chest in reply, "nowhere, really. i just feel so lucky to have you in my life baby. either way, you're just really really really pretty." you quickly pecked the tip of his nose and saw his ears getting even redder than they previously were.

"i think you're pretty too," his words were spoken softly and shyly, but you heard them nonetheless. you looked up at him and gave him a smile. it was a smile he returned, and you felt your insides turning into mush.

chwe hansol, you don't know what you do to me.

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