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boorines · 2 months

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what pet names (if any) do you think the svt members would use? ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

this is such a cute ask ahh!! sorry it took literal ages to get to, i’ve had the worst case of writer’s block and i’m slowly working through my reqs!

Pet names seventeen would call you

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SEUNGCHEOL

doll. you’re his world and he’d spoil you to no end. every thing you’d want would become yours and you’d never have to lift a finger. he’d dote on you so much and all he’d expect in return is your love, you’d be his lovely doll.

“look at what i got, doll. you like it? do you think it’s pretty? it’s for you”

JEONGHAN

angel. of course, the angel needs his twin flame. you’d be his angel and his partner in crime. you both have your mischievous, devilish streaks too, so the nickname would be perfect. to him you’re angelic and could do no wrong, even when you’ve baked a cake but won’t let him touch it yet.

“angel, you’re being so mean. just one look? i promise i won’t take a bite”

JOSHUA

love. simple and sweet. he prefers to use ‘love’ because it’s exactly what he feels for you and he wants you to know it, remember it all the time. you’re his love and he wants to shower you in it as much as he can.

“mm, i’ll be there in 10. of course, love, i’ll pick it up for you, i love you, too”

JUN

beautiful. jun is in awe of you. you’re breathtaking to him and he’s going to make sure you know it. he’d call you beautiful so often it becomes a nickname for you. neither of you realise when it happens until you’re being called beautiful for the 5th time in the day.

“there’s a fresh towel on the bed for you, beautiful. you don’t need to find a new one”

SOONYOUNG

babe. simple but sweet. he also uses your name often, he says it softly and gently, like it’s his favorite word. he’ll still follow up with a ‘babe’, though. and if he’s within arm’s distance of you he’s definitely punctuating his sentence with a squeeze of your hand or waist.

“babe, we can do the laundry later, it’s so warm in bed, stay just 5 more minutes? please…”

WONWOO

pretty. to wonwoo, you’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen. it comes so naturally to him, especially when you are the embodiment of the word in his eyes. you could be sat on the couch flicking through apps mindlessly when you’ll hear him call for you. whether it’s to ask for help or just for the sake of having your attention on him.

“want to play a couple of games later, pretty? or watch a movie? what are you feeling?”

JIHOON

your name. jihoon has a way with words, he pours meaning into every single one he speaks. so to him nothing comes close to the love and meaning he puts into saying your name. it would be tender and loving and it would be yours.

“do they fit well, does it pinch at your ankle? they’re very pretty, ____. i’ll get them for you”

MINGHAO

gorgeous. an almost sensual nickname that rolls off his tongue so easily. it shows just how lucky he feels to have you and it makes your cheeks heat up every time you hear it. he particularly loves seeing you flustered when he springs it on you when you least expect it.

“you’re at lunch with your friends today, right? need me to drop you and pick you up after, gorgeous?”

MINGYU

baby. a classic name for a hopeless romantic. something about you being his baby makes him melt and he just can’t get enough of saying it. you feel so cherished when he uses it and he loves the rush of warmth and pride he gets calling you it. often comes with a sudden back hug, maybe even a pout if he’s wanting your attention.

“please, baby, can we watch just one more episode. it’s only 2am… baby…”

SEOKMIN

buttercup. this is SO seokmin. you’re delicate and pretty like a flower to him. and combined with the fact that he’d love being called sunshine or honey? you both are so sunny and bright together.

“i found them! i found the keys, oh my god they were under the cabinet, buttercup. can you believe that?”

SEUNGKWAN

my sweetheart. seungkwan would use ‘my’ a lot, he would love the intimacy as well as the slight possessiveness that comes with the word. my love, my darling, etc. he’d be a sucker for calling you his and showing you off to everyone that way.

“you’re always the most beautiful in the room. let me introduce you to everyone, my sweetheart, hm?”

VERNON

babe. also keeps it simple. he’s more about subtle affection and wants his actions to speak louder than his words. a soft ‘babe’ accompanied by a gentle tap on your knee to wake you up when you doze off on the sofa, another call while he wordlessly points out something on his phone. he’s all about showing, not telling.

“babe, how many eggs should i put in for two ramen packs?”

CHAN

darling. he’s so affectionate with you it’s unbelievable. while he isn’t one for over the top romance, his affection comes through in so many other ways. when he wordlessly refills glasses of water for you throughout the day or throws a towel in the dryer so it’s nice and warm for you after your shower.

“i’ll tidy up, darling. you get ready for bed, yeah?”

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sluttywoozi · 6 months

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Adore You | Chapter 1 | kmg x f!reader

I'd walk through fire for you, Just let me adore you

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2k | Genre: rom com, fluff, smut, office au

Warnings: power imbalance bc reader is his boss but he’s the one doing the pursuing, personal assistant!mingyu, he’s such a simp, mention of food, suggestive thoughts

Reader Notes: wears a skirt and heels, boss bitch, touch starved, gets nails done, wap, referred to as a woman

Mingyu glances at his watch, noting that it’s near lunch, and shuffles around the papers on his desk wishing he didn’t have bad news to give you. The end date of the project you’re overseeing will have to be delayed again, and he knows you won’t be happy.

You won’t take it out on your team - you understand that things happen - but it means you’ll have to explain to the higher ups why you need another month and talking to them always puts you in a sour mood.

It’s likely because you and everyone else in this building knows you’re more qualified and better suited to the role than the six old men in that big conference room are, but until one of them retires or dies, you’re stuck where you are. That means Mingyu is stuck where he is too, but he truly would be happy to stay here forever.

Mingyu has been your personal assistant for six months now. He’s a bit clumsy, and he tends to order the exact same coffee as you so he has an extra just in case, and he once forgot his own strength and knocked so hard on your frosted glass door, it shattered, but he’s still good at lots of things!

He’s attentive, eager, sharp, and he can always anticipate what you need before you even ask for it. He’s a pro at taking care of you, making sure you don’t work yourself too hard and that you drink plenty of water and eat regular meals.

He does everything for you, everything but your job, and ensuring that you’re happy and content and well cared for is one of his greatest strengths.

Which is why he’s borderline devastated when he overhears you on the phone. Your voice isn’t loud from his desk, but he’s trained his ears to listen for you and listen they do. You’re not talking about him, thank God, but you are talking about the boyfriend you just broke up with.

You were dating him when Mingyu first started, and from the one and only time he met him at the office, he knew he wasn’t anywhere near good enough for you. Apparently, he even turned out to be bad for you, stressing you out and hurting your feelings and, worst of all (to you), he couldn’t make you cum.

That’s shocking to Mingyu. He’s always been a giver during sex, gaining more pleasure from making someone else feel it rather than taking it for himself, but he knows not all guys are like that. This one didn’t even try, it seems from your complaints, and he can’t believe you lived like that for all these months.

He doesn’t doubt you’ve cum in the meantime, he knows women masturbate just like men do, but hearing that you’ve been so neglected has his stomach churning.

If it were him, he’d have to loosen you up with two or three orgasms before he could even fit his cock inside you, and if you let him in without a condom, he’d obviously have to clean you up with his mouth after, guaranteeing a grand total of four minimum.

To think that you’ve been giving yourself to that man and getting nothing in return…

Mingyu doesn’t think he can let that stand.

So, he comes up with a plan.

Step 1. Show you how well he knows you.

Mingyu starts by rescheduling your non-essential lunch meeting, recognizing in your voice that you need some time to yourself, and orders your favorite from the place down the street. He’ll run out to pick it up in half an hour, leaving him just enough time to break the bad news to you. He hates that he’ll have to put even more of a damper on your day, but it’s better that you know now so you can adjust accordingly.

He rolls his chair back and stands, reaching his hands up to the ceiling in a stretch before straightening his clothes out and running a palm over his hair to ensure it’s all in place. There’s a piece that always breaks free from the pomade and drives him crazy, but he doesn’t want to use too much and look all greasy. Predictably, the lock falls against his forehead and he rolls his eyes before popping a mint into his mouth and smoothing on some lip balm.

You hung up with your friend a few minutes ago and he can’t hear you anymore, just his own footsteps on the marble as he walks the six feet to your door and knocks. You call out a low, “Come in,” and he turns the knob as gently as he can. You have a corner office on the fifteenth floor and the view is spectacular, but when he steps foot inside, all he can see is you. Your eyes are rimmed in red, your lashes are clumped together, and your lips are puffy, the smile they stretch in forced and false.

“What’s up, Mingyu?” You ask, your voice a bit scratchy and your tone overly bright.

“So… Joshua sent over the project report, and it looks like they’ll need three more weeks.”

He imbues his words with apology, finishing with his eyebrows pushed together and his lip bitten between his teeth. You heave a great sigh, your perfect posture melting as you set your elbows on the wood of your desk and drop your face into your palms.

“God, can just one thing go right today?”

He shifts on his feet, staying silent as you process what exactly needs to be done. It’s fascinating to watch the thoughts play out on your face, the frustration and urgency and finally, the acceptance.

“Okay, I’ll have to call Terry and let him know. He won’t be happy but I don’t fucking care,” you turn and stare out the window as you speak, sinking back into your chair and kicking off your heels. “They have their three weeks, and if they need to extend it again, I need to know now. Is there anything else?”

You sound so weary, like if he placed one more burden upon your shoulders, you’d collapse under the weight of it all. If Mingyu could, he’d carry all of your problems for you, hell, he’d carry you, but he can’t so he just squeezes his hands into fists behind his back, his fingers tingling with the desire to reach out to you.

“Nothing bad,” he promises. “I pushed your 1 PM meeting to tomorrow and I’m picking up your regular from Diane’s. I thought you might want a breather, I hope that’s okay.”

You usually don’t mind changes to your schedule, as long as they’re not last minute additions that keep you here later, but he still worries about doing things without your permission. Your eyes leave the window, your gaze finding him, and he does his best not to shrink under your intense stare. Until tears start to gather on your lashes, that is.

Then, he rushes to you, his hands hovering over your form, desperate to comfort you but not wanting to cross any boundaries. He speaks all at once, his words flying out so fast, they’re almost unintelligible.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can move it back! I’ll move it back, it’ll be okay,” he soothes, petting the air around you as if that could do anything.

“No, don’t move it,” you warble, your hands coming up to cover your face. “That’s just so thoughtful of you, Mingyu. That’s exactly what I need, a breather. Can I tell you something personal?”

Mingyu rushes to nod, his eyes wide and his breath stuck in his chest as you wipe away the tears on your cheeks. You glance away from him, your lips tightening and your brows tilting in a frown, “Derek and I broke up last night. I broke up with him, at least, but it still hurts. I mean, I wasted seven months on him, and the most thoughtful thing he ever did was throw an extra beer in the fridge for me every once in a while. I don’t even like beer.”

Defeat is clear in your voice, as is some measure of self-hatred. He doesn’t know what to say, beyond being sure he shouldn’t mention what else Derek wasn’t good at. He could tell you about his own disastrous breakup last year, or how it’s actually easy to do nice things for you, or that he’d be happy to do some very nice things for you, if only you’d ask.

Instead, he says, “You deserve better,” and clenches his fists again when you just send him a sad smile and nod half-heartedly.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, likely a text letting him know your order is ready for pick up, and he wishes he had a personal assistant of his own to send out so he could stay here with you. But he doesn’t, so he looks down at you from where he stands in front of your desk, longing to bundle you up and put you in his pocket so nothing and no one can ever hurt you again.

That would be inappropriate, and impossible, and likely something you’re too independent for anyway.

“I have to go get the food, can I grab you anything while I’m out?” He asks, his voice much softer than his words.

You shake your head again, “No, thank you, Mingyu. Did you get something for yourself?”

“No, I brought my lunch today,” he smiles, canines pushing against his bottom lip.

“I should probably start doing that,” you sigh. “I bet yours is delicious, people still talk about the cake you made for Wonwoo’s birthday.”

“I could start making a lunch for you, if you want,” Mingyu offers before he can actually think about it, about how intimate and domestic it would feel, packing a lunch for you and knowing you’re eating food he made with his own two hands.

“Oh no, that’s way out of your pay grade, I couldn’t put you out like that.”

“I insist! Please let me,” he begs, clasping his hands together and bringing them up under his chin as he widens his eyes and pushes out his bottom lip. It takes less than thirty seconds for you to fold, your polite refusal defenseless against his expert pouting skills.

“Fine!” You throw your hands up. “If you really want, you can make me lunch too. But you have to stop as soon as you don’t want to do it anymore, and that’s an order.”

God, he loves your stern voice.

“Yes, ma’am,” Mingyu beams triumphantly, rocking back and forth on his heels to contain the excited energy flowing through him. He’s already brainstorming recipes in his head, taking into account your allergies and preferences, and he thinks he’ll have enough ideas to at least last him the month.

“I’ll be back in twenty with the food,” Mingyu assures you as he backs up to your door, not wanting to take his eyes off you for a single second. You return your attention to your computer but look at him just long enough to smile gently and say, “Thank you, Mingyu. You’re the best.”

That little bit of praise from you makes him float all day.

All the way through your afternoon meetings, all the way home on the subway, and all the way up to his apartment, where he immediately sits down to start a pinterest board for your daily lunches. He doesn’t even undress, just gets right to work searching for recipes and making pins of ideas he already has.

He also maybe buys new tupperware and a classy little lunchbox to bring your containers in, and pays extra to have it arrive tonight.

One can never be too prepared when it comes to seducing one’s boss.

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AN: yayyyyy so excited to post the first part of this lil mini series!! i had this idea around a year and a half ago when i started writing so it's definitely been on my mind for a while and i'm so happy i finally put it to words so i could share it with y'all! i'm just about finished writing it and i'm planning on posting once a week, so it should be fully complete by the end of november!

thank you to @petrichor-mingi for beta reading!

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jwirecs · 5 months

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RECOMMENDED SEVENTEEN FICS OF NOVEMBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my recs for seventeen for november! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Loud Leather & Loud Thoughts || @bitchlessdino💕💔✅💯

↳ Hard to maintain a good acquaintanceship if it started off on the wrong foot, but Wonwoo tries to do just that, no matter how much you resent him from childhood. Now reunited as adults, you’re questioning whether your negative impression of him has stuck since being away or have you grown up just enough to realize how much between the two you have changed?. (bitchlessdino aint gon be bitchless no longer cause honey, i will be on my knees for your fics. biker!wonwoo is my new guilty pleasure.)

Too Much || @hannieehaee🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ after a few weeks of constant overtime work slouching over a desk, you feel as if your back is about to give out on you. fortunately for you, your best friend seungcheol is a professional masseuse! unfortunately for you, you're unsure of how you'll keep your crush on your best friend at bay while on his massage bed, ass up and oiled up. (the last time i had a massage, i swear i thought the masseuse broke my arm cause of a loud pop. scared me and the masseuse LMAO, but we okay. but can you imagine, cheols hands....im just gonna stop there. let the imagination run)

Always Only You || @honeyhotteoks🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ the date was terrible, awful even, but you just can't call your brother to pick you up. you have to call his best friend instead. (brb imma need a hot minute to relive this fic. like no joke, my ass will be in the corning if you need me. bottom line, i absolutely loved this one)

5 More Minutes || @qmrzi💕✅

↳ jihoon is working on a song before your date together and you got impatient. (he really would be the type to say 5 more minutes of work before a date. desperate times calls for desperate measures. i respect the oc's hustle.)

Bedroom Exclusive || @onlyhuis🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ seeing your boyfriend on tv kissing another girl definitely doesn't feel good, but he's got plenty of time to make it up to you. and he plans on letting you know that you're the only one on his mind. (AFTER THAT VID OF HIM IN THAT DRAMA WITH THAT ONE SCENE???? OHHHHHHHHHHHHH CHILD. another fic where i had to take a moment to breathe after i finished reading it. that says a whole lot my friends.)

Just The Tip || @euphor1a🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ he tried his best, he really did. but lord, for how long could he control himself when you looked like a pretty, little angel, all his to ruin? (you gotta give it to mingyu for resisting the urge throughout the story. flash a titty and this man will crumble to the ground. i love it.)

Now You're Safe With Me || @thedensworld💕💔✅💯

↳ Seungcheol received several missed calls from you, and he knew they weren't just regular phone calls. (stop this bby boy will drop heaven and earth to be with his boo. lets all pray that i get a man like him.)

Spotted: Woozi At Couples Therapy? || @mphountitled🔞💕💔✅

↳ A kink confession in couple's therapy might just save your relationship (i think its safe to say that this man is lowkey kinky af. lets be real. the dudes prob kinky.)

Sweet Home || @mangocustard16💕✅

↳ Mingyu returns home after a grueling practice to find you asleep on the couch, having waited for him despite his advice not to. He lifts you into his arms, shares a loving dinner, and the two of you cuddle in each other's embrace. (god soft mingyu is cute af. SOMEONE GET ME A MINGYU PLS)

To Be In Love || @daegutowns💕✅

↳ (a lil ol fic of oc's relationship with cheol. ngl oc is literally the mom of the group now. adopted 11 other children once they got with cheol. i love that for them)

Bloodily Safe || @starlightxsvt🔞💕✅💯

↳ you have a little secret. one you are desperately hiding. yet the boy you have a crush on has figured it out. now a game of cat and mouse has begun. how do you make it out alive? (oooh child. this one. had me questioning what the heck do i read on here, but then again, i fully enjoyed it LMAO)

Clingy || @facioleeknow💕💔✅

↳ Anon Req: hi!! saw that you're taking request!! how about something like jeonghan get annoyed by the reader because he thinks reader is too clingy lately so he decided to put some distance, end up with something bad happens to reader and he regrets everything he did? angst to fluff pls thank u so much 😭🫶 (oooh mean jeonghan is lowkey my guilty pleasure. someone give me some more mean jeonghan which turns into fluff please.)

Creep || @smileysuh🔞✅💯💯💯

↳ “If the roles were reversed - if you were a ghost bound to this apartment forever - you’re saying you wouldn’t watch me get naked every day?” He’s definitely got a point. As your eyes skim Mingyu's perfect form again, that tingle returns between your legs. There’s no reason for him to be as sexy as he is- murders aren’t the only shocking thing this man has under his belt and you can see that now. (ngl, i hope theres gonna be a second part just about how they would like overcome(????) the hardships(?????????) idk if those are the right words. but like how they would deal with one being a ghost and all that jazz. like down the line how will that work out. BUT other than that, i honestly love their fics to god.)

Driving Lessons For Dummies || @shuaflix🔞💕✅

↳ you've finally passed your written test and gotten your permit after six failed attempts. eager to get your license while attempting to avoid overpriced driving lessons, you enlist the help of kwon soonyoung, who only requires a STIIZY pod as payment. (lowkey got a fear of driving but thats something else LMAO. i respect all of the driving teachers, cause like they risking their life essentially, so i respect hoshi for risking his life with teaching the oc driving. goodluck to my future boo cause imma be the passenger princess in the relationship.)

In Between Notes || @som1ig💕💔✅

↳ after complaining for the hundredth time to your friends, you finally manage to take time to read a book unrelated to law studies. since you can’t borrow it, you decide to leave a note on the page where you left off with a comment. the next day, when you come back to reread it, you surprisingly find a note replacing yours. someone read the same book as you and answered you. then begin an epistolary exchange through notes and book, until it suddenly stops. and no, you won’t give up until you find who your correspondent was. (minghao is such a cutie, stop. connecting through notes through a book is adorable af. literally cinderella)

Love You Twice || @toruro🔞💕💔🔄

↳ in which your extremely hot and sexy one night stand turns out to be your son’s teacher. naturally, chaos ensues, but you might just find love as your life continues to take an unexpected turn. (teacher woo is satan. dont come for me but yall know this man probably has 0 patience. no scratch that, this man has too much patience. he will wait if he has to. step daddy woo. yes pls)

Accidentally Ditching You On your Bday || @hannieehaee💔✅

↳ (title says it all. i love how i can just put myself in the oc's shoes and FEEL THE EMOTIONS. when you arent in a relationship, you through yourself in the oc shoes and live through them. that being said, them boys who "accidentally" ditch you on your birthday can choke on a piece of rice. with love.)

Petite S/O Trying to Kiss Them || @seokminded💕✅💯

↳ (its the hhu again - im short, most us females are short so we can highly relate to this struggle. LMAO)

Playfully Dodging Their Kisses || @mangocustard16💕✅💯

↳ (its the hhu but, do you hear their pouts??? you can literally hear their pouts. each any every one of them i swear to god.)

Forgetting Your B-Day || @toruro💕💔✅

↳ (there isnt a summary but - 95 line forgetting your birthday. brb let me go quickly cry, as someone who doesnt really celebrate their birthday as like a big thing since we just aging, but this would hit me hard if i was in a relationship ngl.)

Do check out all of the other seventeen fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen smut #seventeen friends to lovers au #seventeen childhood friends to lovers au #seventeen texts au #seventeen reactions #seventeen established relationship au #svt fic recs #svt recs

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onlymingyus · 11 months

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ok but tell me why a part of me thinks that mingyu has a corruption kink like I know we all assume he’s a switch/sub but imagine him knowing you don’t have much experience in well said field and that raises the dom side of him and he wants to show you the ways of we’ll everything lol

Ok so...first of all, apologies for this being in my asks for a while but, corruption kink is one of my favorite things to exist when it comes to Mingyu. Let's play around with why, shall we?

cw; mingyu x f reader, teasing, dirty talk, reader smaller than mingyu, reader wearing a skirt, fingering, pet names, the insinuation of sex and big dick!gyu

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Mingyu is a gentle giant. He loves how small you can be compared to him in every single way, including your personality. The man's personality could fill a room. But, what Mingyu loved the most was how his wink could make you melt from across the room.

His sweet innocent baby. He could see had you watched his teeth getting caught on his bottom lip as he watched you with a drink in his hand. Mingyu had been ready to leave that party the moment had stepped into the room.

Now here you were laid out on his bed, your skirt pooled around your waist, your panties hanging from Mingyu's wrist. You were a vision to behold and most importantly his to ruin. Mingyu watched you nibbling at your lips nervously as your eyes peeked between your legs to watch his fingers run along your inner thigh.

"Such a pretty baby for me. I'm gonna take such good care of you. Keep your legs spread for me, yeah? Let me see this pretty pussy?"

His words were so dirty but they sent a fire right to your core causing you to feel even wetter. Whining out an "Okay..." you swallow hard and drop one leg to the side making Mingyu smirk at you as he trails his fingers over your folds, ghosting them over your warmth.

"There you go. So polite. Are you my good girl?"

Mingyu watches you nod causing him to grin, that big, wide smile that makes you feel like jelly just as you feel his index finger pressing into your tight entrance.

"Oh...oh God. Yeah...yeah I can be. I wanna be for you, Mingyu."

You were saying and doing all the right things to make Mingyu feel like he was going to go insane. You didn't realize how hot you were. You had no idea how much he wanted to bury his face into your wet little pussy and lose every bit of his sanity.

"Fuck, of course, you do. You already are, baby. So damn tight. Gotta open you up for my cock, huh? Don't wanna split my cute little angel apart do I?"

Your cheeks burn, your hips lifting to roll down over Mingyu's fingers as he slips a second finger next to the first. A soft high-pitched moan escapes from your lips along with a breathy, "I--no, I please?"

Mingyu groans leaning down to press a kiss to your plush lips, rolling his hard-clothed cock against your thigh as his fingers scissor into your soft walls.

"Please what?"

Whimpering against Mingyu's lips, you only speak when his kisses move to your neck, your eyes closing to the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm building quickly.

"Please, Gyu. Fuck me."

Mingyu smirks against your neck, his teeth grazing your perfectly unmarked skin before he changes that fact leaving a deep red spot and causing you to whine his name.

"Don't you worry your sweet little head. I'll fuck you so good you won't need anyone else."

#mars.answers #anon #seventeen smut #mingyu smut #svthub #mingyu thots #mingyu x reader

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spamgyu · 6 months

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Always // oneshot

DESCRIPTION: Sometimes, one man's burden is everything another man has ever wished for.

PAIRING: Mingyu x Reader / Hoshi x Reader

GENRE: Angst (Fluff if you squint really hard)

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Time was the greatest enemy of most couples.

Time apart.

Time together.

After four years of being together, time had allowed them to grow apart instead of growing together. It was inevitable for a person to grow and become a better version of who they were before; including those in relationships. It takes a couple with a strong understanding of one another's wants and needs to be able to survive this constant change; both needing to be able to see eye to eye as time goes.

They allowed their time together to slowly pull them apart.

He never noticed it. No, he was far too oblivious and too busy with his own world to see that time has done far too much damage in their relationship.

She watched the boy she once planned a future with, drift away from her. He no longer made an effort to keep their relationship alive. He used to be such a romantic; planning dates at least once a week despite their busy schedules, showing up at her door with ingredients of her favorite meals and flowers in hand, staying up all night to study with her – despite studying for two different majors.

He had become someone she no longer recognized.

She wanted to be upset with him, but love was a strange thing.

In her eyes, he could do no wrong. Constantly making excuses for each time she was left hanging and disappointed by his lack of efforts.

"What's his excuse this time?" Their mutual friend asked, taking her by surprise. Everyone around her saw her boyfriend's shortcomings, some urging her to break it off to end the constant disappointments.

Pulling her headphones off her head, she greeted him with a soft smile – it was more than enough confirmation for him to know that her boyfriend, his best friend, had forgotten the two's plans to study for the upcoming midterms.

"Want some company?" He didn't wait for her response, taking a seat across from her.

"Thank you."

"Always." He winked playfully, digging in his back pack to pull out two cans of energy drinks and a bag of sour gummy worms.

"Your choice in snacks scares me." She laughed.

He rolled his eyes, opening both cans and placing one in front of her – earning a thank you from the girl. She had always hated opening cans herself, claiming that it hurt her nails each time she tried to do it herself.

"So, where's Mingyu?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.

Y/n shrugged. He hadn't replied to her text letting her know that she had arrived at the library two hours ago. Hell, he had yet to open the message.

Hoshi gave her a look before quickly changing his expression before she could catch the sour look on his face.

He loved his friend, having known him since freshman year, but god was he a fucking idiot.

Hoshi knew not everyone was perfect; especially not Mingyu who was the smartest in their business department. A man who seemed to be able to juggle being a part of the frat board and being a student athlete.

No definitely not even him. He had everything, a supportive girlfriend, a loving family, the brain, even the looks. He just didn't seem to have the right priorities in line.

Though, if anyone were to ask Mingyu, having school as a top priority was the best choice. And y/n was right there to defend him as well.

Even if it meant putting his relationship on the line.

How hard is it to be a business major anyways?

"Okay, I give up. If I don't know it now, I won't know it tomorrow." Y/n exasperated, putting her head down on the table.

The two had managed to put in two and half hours of studying, with a few minor distractions from Hoshi who swore it was for comedic break – that way they wouldn't go mad from all the reading they needed to have done.

"Thank god." Hoshi slammed his laptop shut. "Let's get dinner."

"Mingyu and I made plans." She frowned in apology.

Half way through Hoshi and y/n impromptu study session, Mingyu had finally responded to her text: apologizing for forgetting that they were meant to meet at the library to study for the upcoming midterms. He claimed he had accidentally double booked her with Seungcheol and Wonwoo.

Y/n couldn't help but forgive him, knowing that it was far better studying with those who were taking the same tests as him and accepted his efforts to make it up by taking her out to a quick bite after her own study session with her friend.

Little did he know, it was his friend Hoshi.

Not that this was information he needed to know.

"Ah." He nodded.

"Tomorrow?" Y/n offered.

"If you're buying." He laughed.

"I'll use my free swipe at the dining hall just for you." She joked as she continued to pack up her belongings.

"You're so kind."

"Always."

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"Hey fucker– Y/n hey." Hoshi walked through the front door of the shared home he and his frat brothers resided in, expecting to be greeted by his housemates who were typically sitting in the living room; screaming at the television over whichever video game they decided to brain rot away with. Instead, he was greeted by y/n who had made herself at the empty home, laying on the couch as she scrolled away on her phone.

Most of the guys' partners were very much welcomed at their home, each having their own set copy of keys. Not that it was needed, considering half of the time the front door was unlocked.

So much for campus safety.

"Mingyu's at an event today."

"Oh." She sat up in her position. "I– thought–"

Hoshi watched as she attempted to hide the wave of disappointment flash across her face, masking it with a quick smile.

"I guess that frees my Saturday, then." She forced out a laugh.

He felt pity for the girl, knowing that his friend must have forgotten to notify her that a few of the boys from the frat board had a mandatory chapter event they had to attend in another city. Again.

"He should be back soon, you can hang around." He offered.

She shook her head. "I– I'll probably just head home. Been here for a few hours."

Of course she has.

"No, come on. I just bought stuff for dinner, just stay." He motioned for her to follow him into the kitchen.

"I mean, I can't say no to a free meal." She trailed behind him. "Lemme know how I can help."

"I'm making katsu curry. Cut some carrots and potatoes, yeah?"

"Yes, chef!" Y/n saluted, heading straight to the fridge to pull out the ingredients.

"I finished The Bear, by the way!" Hoshi beamed proudly. She had previously recommended the show to him a few months back after he had complained that there were no good shows on the streaming services. He was sold after he allowed her to ramble on and on about how she believed Carm and Sydney were the perfect platonic soulmates; going as far as sending him a few clips she found on Tiktok.

"How'd you like it?"

"I think Carm loves Sydney but he doesn't quite know it yet." He hummed, whisking the egg batter.

"No, no." Y/n shook her head. "They just have a great understanding of each other. She gets him, you know? She knows who he is outside of what his family knows of him. She doesn't see him as this ball of anger or trauma. She sees him as a person."

"Exactly. Claire only knows his past, but she doesn't fully understand Carm's deepest thoughts and the man he became after he left Chicago. Sydney on the other hand, knows his wants and needs in the present and future. Not to mention, when he was having a panic attack, it was only the thought of Sydney that could calm him down."

Y/n threw her head back and laughed. "I didn't know you went in full character analysis."

"It's a good show!" Hoshi cried. "You did this to me!"

"I'm still defending the platonic soulmate trope. A guy and girl can be friends without any romantic feelings."

"They can." He nodded. "Just not Carm and Sydney."

"You're insufferable."

"Just wait until season three, I'm going to be getting the last laugh."

"Yeah, we'll see about that." Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "Am I cutting this right?"

Hoshi walked over to her, taking the knife from her hands. "For someone who spent two days binge watching a show about chefs, you're ass in the kitchen."

He proceeded to show her the proper sizing of the vegetables before handing her back the utensil. "Cut them all the same size, dummy."

"Watch it," She shook the knife at him. "I'll pull a Carm and have a mental break down right here."

In the midst of the laughter, while the two busied themselves with prepping the dish – the sound of indistinct voices flooded the once quiet home.

Y/n looked at the direction of the sound, knowing that in just seconds, the group would appear in the room.

"Babe, hey, what are you doing here?" Mingyu asked, with Wonwoo and Seungcheol not too far behind.

Y/n smiled, stopping what she was doing to meet him halfway, leaning into his touch as he placed a kiss on her head. "I came earlier, thinking you were home."

"Were you waiting long?"

"Not really, Hoshi kept me company." She smiled, looking over at Hoshi who had continued to bread the last piece of pork loin – sending over a tightlipped smile and peace sign to the couple.

"Got enough for us?" Mingyu chuckled, eyeing the dish the two had been preparing.

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It was raining.

No, it was pouring rain.

She was completely drenched; the dress she had spent nearly half an hour steaming clinging onto her body, her make up practically washed away from the downpour.

He had promised her a nice dinner to celebrate her new internship, claiming that he would pick her up from her apartment.

One hour turned to two and she figured he had forgotten yet again, opting to walk over to his place that was no more than a ten minute walk from hers, to remind him of their plans.

She should have known that the overcast that was persistent throughout the day would mean that some precipitation would roll through. Halfway through her journey, the slight drizzle turned into larger droplets of water.

There was no going back. She was nearly there. She could simply dry off and opt for a dinner and movie at home once she reached his place.

She could see his place in the distance. Just a few more steps.

Lost in her own thoughts, the once downpour that beat down on her stopped – looking up at the source of the sudden shade that covered her.

"I've been yelling at you to get in the car for the past minute."

It was Hoshi.

He had been on his way back from work when he had seen a girl walking slowly in the rain that can almost be classified as a storm.

Who would be walking in this weather?

As he approached the figure, he realized that it was y/n; completely lost in her own thoughts. Again.

Pulling off to the side, he rolled down the window to call out for her but it was no use. The sound of the water hitting the ground and cars zooming past drowned out his voice.

Quickly hopping out of his car, he shrugged off his jacket; using it as a makeshift umbrella to cover both their heads. "You know Uber and Lyft exist right?"

"I know, I thought spending $5 was stupid for such a short distance." She let out a laugh.

"Come on." He guided her to the passenger seat, letting out a frustrated sigh once the door was shut.

"Before you say anything, I'm already drenched and I'm on my first day of my period." Y/n said, beating him to the punch once he had entered the car.

He wasn't one to bad mouth Mingyu, knowing that no matter what he said, y/n would have some sort of reason to defend her poor excuse of a boyfriend. But this was the last straw.

He didn't care if he was his best friend.

Mingyu may have been a great guy, a great friend, but he was a terrible terrible boyfriend.

"Can I at least say that he's a fucking shitbag and I hope he fails tomorrow's quiz?" Hoshi grumbled, reaching back to grab a hoodie he had left in the back seat – handing it to her.

"No." She slipped her head through the warm oversize article of clothing, taking in his lingering scent.

"Y/n, you're kidding right?" He deadpanned.

"I know what you're going to say, okay." Y/n put her arms around herself, stopping herself from shivering. "I'll talk to him."

"Good."

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She never did talk to him.

Not because she didn't want to. She was fully ready to barge into his room, ready to finally lay it all on him. But of course, he wasn't home and Hoshi had no choice but to bring the girl back to her apartment.

He was angry.

No he was beyond that. Hoshi was seething.

If he hadn't made prior plans with Woozi to hit up the gym after work, he would have gladly stayed behind and kept y/n company. But unlike Mingyu, he stuck by his word. Whether this was with someone he was romantically seeing or his friends.

Hoshi was persistent in being loyal to the people he cared most.

Not that this was something Mingyu knew how to do.

"You're fucking kidding me." Hoshi huffed as he wiped away the sweat that dripped from his forehead; watching as Mingyu and Seungcheol stroll into the school's gym – the two laughing at god knows what.

"Where the hell were you?" He wasted no time getting to the point, his voice catching the attention of others who were also preoccupied with their own gym equipment.

"Whoa there, hi?" Mingyu took a step back, letting out a nervous laugh. He had only seen Hoshi worked up once, and it was during last year's chapter meeting when a pledge complained about the rules they had set for the incoming freshmen and pledges.

This particular pledge had been getting under everyone's skin at the time, nitpicking at almost everything that was being said at the meeting. Hoshi wasn't known to be the patient one in the group, but he wasn't one to snap at strangers either – taking their group by surprise when he got up from his seat to yell at the poor kid.

"What excuse did you give y/n this time? Had practice? Studying? You forgot?"

"Hey, keep your voice down, dude." Seungcheol placed a hand on Hoshi's chest, gently pushing him back and away from Mingyu – very aware of the eyes that were now on them.

"What– shit." A wave of realization hit Mingyu, his eyes widening in shock. "Damn it!"

Hoshi shook his head, scoffing at his friend. "You're a shit excuse for a boyfriend."

Now it was Mingyu's turn to be annoyed. Not that Hoshi was wrong. He was a horrible boyfriend; he just hadn't realized it yet.

"My bad, let me just take advice from someone who hasn't had a girlfriend in three years." Mingyu side stepped to avoid Seungcheol, getting closer to Hoshi who showed no signs of backing away.

"I don't need a girlfriend to know you treat yours like she's fucking trash. Everyone knows it. We all talk shit about you behind your back, telling her to break up with you."

"Why? So you can finally get the chance. I don't think so."

Hoshi narrowed his eyes, feeling his fists ball up at his sides.

"You don't think I know about your little crush?" Mingyu smirked, knowing that he was getting inside his head. "We also talk about you. We all know you like y/n."

"Guys, come on." Seungcheol stepped in between the two.

"Punch me. I know you want to." Mingyu egged on.

Hoshi shook his head, not giving into his friend. Opting to walk away – knowing that if he did decide to punch him, he might not be able to hold back from landing a few more.

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All it took was one call and he was at her doorstep, a bottle of wine and her favorite take out from the campus' local Thai Food restaurant in hand; ready to clean up whatever mess Mingyu had made. Something he seemed to be doing quite often.

"We had a fight." She sniffled on the other line.

Hoshi didn't care if he had laundry he had to fold. He had more important things to tend to.

Y/n.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" He asked, pouring himself another glass.

Hoshi allowed for her to enjoy her dinner, not wanting to pry until she had some food in her system and time to process whatever it was that she and Mingyu disagreed over.

"It was going fine, but– I don't know, I brought up wanting him to put more of an effort and he just snapped. He said sometimes, it feels more like a chore to be with me."

Hoshi began coughing, nearly spitting out the drink in his mouth. "I'm sorry, he said what?"

"He was probably just angry, you know how he gets when he's angry." Y/n shook her head, swirling the drink in her glass – watching the bubbles form.

"You know he just told you that he thinks you're more of a chore than a girlfriend, right?" He said slowly, almost as if he too was attempting to comprehend what Mingyu told her.

"I know I just– I love him, Hosh." Y/n let out a defeated sigh. "You don't think I know how stupid it is to continuously try to make something work with someone who clearly doesn't want things to work out?"

"Good, because I genuinely thought you were deranged for not seeing it."

She couldn't help but let out a laugh at his dry humor. Despite the heartache and disappointment she was currently feeling, she was always grateful for Hoshi's ability to add humor into their serious conversations.

"I think I might be." Y/n sighed, standing from the couch. "Want water?"

"And some gummy worms." Hoshi followed behind, rummaging through her pantry.

"You ate my last bag last week."

"Deranged and broke. Nice."

"I'm going through something here, please be nice." Y/n pouted.

Hoshi watched as she poured the two of them a glass of water, leaning against the counter. He couldn't help but stare at her, something he seemed to allow himself more often than before.

If his friend didn't want to cherish and care for the girl that was right in front of him, why can't he?

"I know you love him, but I don't think that's enough of a reason to stay with him."

Y/n looked over at him, a puzzled look on her face. This was the first time she's seen him this serious. In all the years she had known him, she had always seen him as her friend who provided her comfort through humor – making her smile when her days seemed to be nothing but gray skies.

In this case, it was almost every day.

"You know, you can love someone and not be with them." He continued, taking a step closer to her. "Be with someone who's willing to love you the way you love them."

He was right.

In the past year since she had been with Mingyu, she had been the only one pulling the weight in their relationship. She had been the one to make an effort to reach out, plan dates, show up to all his games, and bring him dinner when he needed to pull all-nighters for upcoming tests.

Love had a funny thing of blinding people. Everyone around her saw that she had been suffering, constantly making excuses for the mistreatment she had been receiving from the man she swore she would marry when the right time came.

He was busy.

He has a game.

His frat had an event.

Because she knew he hadn't always been like this, for the first three years of being together he made sure not a day went by without him making her feel his love for her. They were simply going through a rough patch.

"Be with me."

She felt her whole world come to a complete stop once the words left his lips. Y/n's girl friends had joked about Hoshi possibly having feelings for her. She thought it was simply them poking fun at the fact that they had been spending far more time with each other than she did with Mingyu – arguing that Hoshi was simply just a friend, just as she was friends with Jeonghan and Minghao.

"What?"

"I– I've liked you since freshman year." Hoshi swallowed. There was no turning back now. He had laid out all his cards and he was going to go all in. "From the moment Jeonghan introduced you into the group– you– I wanted to do something about it but Mingyu got to you first and I–"

He was stuttering over his words, unable to put his thoughts into one comprehendible sentence. "I kept my distance, and I was doing so well– but he fucked up and I can't stand back and watch him continuously break the heart that I know I would have held so carefully if I wasn't so fucking scared three years ago."

Y/n could hear her heart beating in her ears as she tried to process his sudden confession. She wanted to say something, she really did but she had become confused – because a part of her was happy to hear him say these words.

Somehow, over the time she had spent with him, all while her boyfriend was far too busy pre-occupied with his own life, she had grown to see Hoshi in another light. He was no longer just her friend who she called when no one else was available, happily obliging to her requests to accompany her to the grocery store, stay up late to finish the homework she had put off until the last minute, or simply watch movies at her apartment .

He had become a part of her daily life, getting excited each time she saw his name appear on her phone and looking forward to any time they made plans to hang out.

Y/n had unintentionally fell for her boyfriend's best friend – a sudden wave of guilt washing over her.

"I- we can't. You know we can't." She felt her heart sink to the pit of her stomach at her realization.

This can't happen. Especially not with him.

He shook his head. "I'm not asking for anything right now. Look– I'm sorry for putting you in a tough spot, I've stuck around this long and I am willing to stick around however long I need to."

"I'm sorry." Y/n hung her head. No matter how much Mingyu has fucked up, she couldn't help but hold on to the hope that he would go back to the same person she had originally fallen for.

Maybe it was love or maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome.

"Hey, hey– fuck." Hoshi pulled her into a hug. He had done this many times, but somehow this time felt different. He felt her melt into his arms, pulling her tighter when he heard a muffled sniffle against his chest. "Sorry I– I'm here. As a friend or whatever you need me to be. I don't care, I'm here."

"Always?" Y/n she looked up at him, apologetically. She knew she couldn't give him what he wanted – not right now, at least.

"Always." He nodded.

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— favorite poison (a teaser) ⟢

pairing: wonwoo x reader

summary: no strings attached sex is easy. catching feelings for a person you supposedly hate is hard. it's in times like this when wonwoo wishes he can set the dial on his life on easy mode forever, but everyone knows he's nothing if not stubbornly competitive.

word count 1.8k words

tags: fuck buddies, not quite enemies to lovers, streamer!wonwoo, streamer!reader, attempt at humor, in denial!wonwoo, fluff, smut (in later scenes, although this teaser is a bit suggestive)

warnings: mentions of twitter porn, daddy kink, suggestive situations (minors dni!!), reader becomes visibly uncomfortable around one of the characters

notes: this is the sequel to underlying pretense! as with all my teasers so far, it's always the first scene that comes up in these posts HEH the title is based off fuller's song, favorite poison bc it just screams in denial wonwoo :')

“So when are you introducing me?”

The buzz of visitors inside the convention hall is already grating enough as it is, but when Mingyu walks over to Wonwoo’s designated booth, all it does is irritate him further.

He doesn’t exactly have to do anything aside from receive gifts from the viewers coming to pay him a visit, and take a few photos with them, but Wonwoo is yet to accustom himself to being the center of attraction in front of so many people. So having to listen to his roommate-slash-best friend asking him stupid questions isn’t exactly helping his case.

“To who? My family?” Wonwoo scoffs.

Mingyu rolls his eyes. “No. Your girlfriend, genius.”

“What the hell are you even talking about?”

His best friend pouts and Wonwoo is having a really tough time taking him seriously because Mingyu is wearing one of those hats with bunny ears that flop around if you press the buttons dangling from the front. “You’re always scampering off with some girl from time to time. The others haven’t noticed, but I’m your roommate, hyung.”

“What gave you the impression that I’m ‘scampering off’ with just one girl, though?” Wonwoo smirks, shaking his head.

Roughly three months have passed since Wonwoo bit the bullet and agreed to be your…fuck buddy? Not-so-friend with benefits? Whatever this arrangement is called, he’s satisfied with getting to let off steam every once in a while, and you don’t seem to have any complaints as long as he fucked you stupid and helped you make filthy content for all the world to see.

Honest to god, it’s a miracle how shit hasn’t hit the fan yet. But then again, you and Wonwoo were both careful and extremely selective about what gets posted on your secret Twitter porn account, and what stays tucked away in the hidden galleries in your phones. That sort of cautiousness is rewarded with having to get away with everything you’re both daring enough to pull off behind the scenes.

Still, it doesn’t change the fact that, outside his sexual relations with you, Twitch streamers everyone_woo and Koyahngi pretty much hate each other’s guts. Even if yours is the best fucking pussy he’s ever had (something you’ll never catch him dead admitting aloud), he’s not about to do a complete one-eighty degrees and treat you any differently in front of his friends and followers. You don’t seem to have any plans on doing that either.

Wonwoo hasn’t once brought you to their shared apartment, so he’s certain that Mingyu is basing all his hunches off pure intuition alone. And just because that intuition turns out to be somewhat right (PSA: you’re not his girlfriend), doesn’t mean Wonwoo has to come clean about his goings-on.

Besides, they’re at a fucking convention. Why is Mingyu trying to hotseat him now?

“Whatever you say, elusive gamer who hasn’t felt the touch of a woman that isn’t his mom.”

“Fuck you, you know that’s not true.”

“Well, obviously, you’re smitten with someone, and once I find out who it is, I’m throwing the biggest party in Seoul,” Mingyu says with a huff of indignance coloring his words. He says it like it’s a threat, and Wonwoo makes a face at him.

“Why?” he asks with a scowl.

“Because I love you, that’s why.” Mingyu then takes off the stupid hat and places it on top of Wonwoo’s head—even putting the work into making sure it fits and everything. “Anyway, I’m heading off to Koyahngi’s booth to say hi. You wanna come with or do you still have a stick up your ass when it comes to hanging out with her?”

Wonwoo has to keep himself from blurting out how he’s not the one with anything up his ass when it comes to you, but realizes that if he wants to get Mingyu off his back, he probably shouldn’t make traumatizing allusions to his sex life.

“I can’t exactly leave my spot until the main program starts. The same goes for you, idiot,” Wonwoo points out. “Who knows how many of your subscribers are looking for you at your booth? Go away and tend to them first.”

Mingyu pouts again, but since his best friend is a guy that’s literally a six-foot wall of muscle, Wonwoo doesn’t feel even an ounce of sympathy for him. “I haven’t even been gone for ten minutes! I just wanted to see how my friends are doing.”

“Then you shouldn’t have set up a booth at all, Gyu.”

“Hmph. You’re always so stingy, hyung.” Mingyu crosses his arms before turning on his heel. “Anyway, I’m heading over to Koyahngi’s. I heard she’s cosplaying Sage today. Not that you care though.”

He sounds so genuinely sulky that Wonwoo would’ve laughed a little as Mingyu stomps away to head to your booth. But the mention of you dressing up as a Valorant agent that Wonwoo has started to despise since meeting you makes a couple of memories from earlier this week resurface in his mind.

Aside from the catgirl gimmick, your cosplays are but another selling point for your streams. You dubbed it the catgirlification of every playable character I like right after Wonwoo railed you two days ago in that same Sage cosplay that Mingyu just mentioned.

What a fucking weirdo, Wonwoo mused for a second before blowing your back out again not five minutes later.

About an hour later, the program on the main stage was in full swing, and Wonwoo just finished doing a little segment with Soonyoung that one of the fans who won a raffle requested for them to do. It was a Pocky Game that got a little too intense because Soonyoung wouldn’t stop fucking squirming, and they nearly kissed in front of the entire audience. Wonwoo doesn’t entirely mind because PR is PR, after all.

The thing he does end up minding, though, comes a little later—after the convention hall settles into a more relaxed atmosphere and everyone is back to booth-hopping.

Despite what he told Mingyu earlier, Wonwoo took it upon himself to do some wandering around. It’s kind of nice to see other streamers and content creators he’s only ever got to interact with on Discord or their respective streams.

But while he’s munching on a cherry-shaped cookie that Seungcheol is handing out to his visitors, the bane of his existence swoops down on him just when he thought he could finish this entire event in peace.

“Hey, daddy,” you giggle into his ear before swiping the cookie out of his hands, tossing it into your mouth without a second thought. “Didn’t think I’d get to see you today.”

Wonwoo clicks his tongue before shrugging off the arm you draped around his shoulder. “What do you want?”

“Nothing in particular,” you hum before swallowing the food you just stole from him. “But now that I got a taste of Cheol’s cherry cookies, I kinda want some more. Do you know where he is?”

“I think I saw him flirting with a bunch of cosplayers near the stage.”

Wonwoo startles at the sound of a third party’s voice intruding in your conversation, and from the looks of it, you’re just as startled as he is. Turning around, though, his apprehension ebbs away when he recognizes who it is.

“Johnny,” he says with a small surprised smile before offering his hand for a casual shake. “It’s been a while.”

The famous streamer returns Wonwoo’s gesture gingerly, but he realizes that Johnny’s gaze isn’t trained on him at all.

“It has been,” he chuckles before turning to you. “I didn’t know you were friends with Wonwoo, doll. How you got someone as cold as he is to warm up to you is beyond me, but at least you’re expanding your network.”

Wonwoo would’ve rolled his eyes. Johnny is just as frank as he remembers. But before Wonwoo can point out that: 1.) you and him are not friends; and 2.) he is not a cold person, and therefore has absolutely no need to warm up to anyone, he quickly picks up on the sudden shift in the air. And it’s not his or Johnny’s discomfort he’s sensing right now.

“Nah, you’ve got the wrong idea,” you respond to Johnny casually, but Wonwoo doesn’t miss how your fists are clenched at your sides. “Wonwoo would rather get banned from Twitch than call me his friend. I just like pissing him off every now and again is all~ That, and his friends are pretty cool, so I need to tolerate him.”

Johnny laughs before reaching down to ruffle your carefully styled wig. To others, it would’ve looked like a display of casual affection between friends, but Wonwoo is keen enough to notice how you momentarily flinched from the older streamer’s touch. His brows knit together as he attempts to figure out what was going on.

Actually, how do you even know Johnny in the first place?

“Anyway, I’ll be going now,” he laughs before letting one eye drop into a wink. “It’s good to see both of you. Enjoy the rest of the convention, yeah?”

As Johnny makes his exit, you’re a little too quick to fill in the silence that he left.

“You’ve gotta take me to Cheol before he runs out of cookies,” you whine, tugging on his arm with a persistent look on his face—not even breathing a word about Johnny, as if it hasn’t been two minutes since he left. “I’m pretty sure I saw him wearing a Pikachu onesie, so he should be easy to—”

Wonwoo immediately cuts you off with a quick yank of your wrist. As he leads you to one of the unoccupied restrooms near the convention hall, your voice drones in annoyingly repetitive succession in his ears while you struggle to free yourself from his grip, but Wonwoo just won’t budge.

Not when he can’t get the sight of you with genuine fear in your gaze when you first laid your eyes on Johnny out of his head.

“Shit,” you whisper hoarsely the moment Wonwoo slams you against the door—a shit-eating grin resting haughtily on your lips as he nudges your thighs apart. “I knew you were possessive, but not this much. Johnny just gave me a few headpats, daddy. It doesn’t mean a thing.”

Yeah. Wonwoo is totally doing this out of some pathetic, alpha male need to stake his claim after another man got his grubby hands on you. Not because he was bothered by that look on your face, and can’t think of any other way to help get your mind off it aside from fucking you senseless in a public bathroom.

“Shut up,” he murmurs before forcing your cheek against the cold door. “Now take off your leggings before I tear a hole in it myself. Can’t mess up your perfect fucking Sage cosplay now, can we?”

You let out a noise caught between a sigh and a whimper as you do as you're told. From three months ago to now, your general opinion on Jeon Wonwoo as a dom has yet to change. Even if he was about to rail you with a fluffy bunny beanie still resting on top of his head.

He’s fucking perfect.

the full fic can now be found here!

#seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #svt smut #svt fanfic #wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #seventeen x reader #lovelyhan

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bangchanbabygurl · 3 months

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02: Safe Place { Pomegranates and Tulips }

Genre: Angst/Romance/BDSM/Smut/slightly introverted reader/ college reader/Surgeon Wonwoo/ book lover reader/cat lovers/DOM Wonwoo

Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences/mention of self-harm/mentions of eating disorders/mentions of SA

Word count: 718 words

╚» Now playing —» The Hand You Deal by Fennel Lily

I review the documents before returning them to Seungkwan, "Thank you, Y/N you are a lifesaver." Seungkwan said with a smile as he fixed the documents into the black folder. "So, are you joining us for the Christmas party?" He asked as I closed out the webpage of the computer. I shook my head, "Parties aren't my thing, so to answer the question, no I will not be joining you, sorry." I said with a small smile.

Seungkwan lets out a small laugh, "Alright, miss can't keep her nose out of books; thank you for editing the documents Mingyu will be on my ass about them. I'll treat you to breakfast or your favorite ice cream on payday." Seungkwan says as he places the folder in Mingyu's office slot. I smile faintly as I gather my things and turn the lamp off, "I'll take you on that offer someday." I said.

"Are you sure you don't want a ride home?" Seungkwan asked as he adjusted his messenger bag; I nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Besides I only live two blocks away from here," I said; he sighed and nodded. "Okay, well see you Monday." He smiles and waves before walking to the parking lot. I wave back; a tired sigh escapes my lips. "Have a lovely night, Y/N. I hope you send in the new script on Sunday night. I'll be waiting," Mingyu said as he waved before jogging to a black BMW. "Goodnight, Y/N." Mingyu calls out from the window and waves one last time; I wave back.

I fix my coat and walk in the opposite direction; working for Kim's Winery, where the salary is worth it, has been helping my mind be at ease. Kim Mingyu gave me the position of manual scriptwriter; I'm in charge of getting the scripts for Ads, commercials, and venues written. Sometimes, Mingyu changes his mind more than every five minutes, causing my job to become a bit difficult. I met Seungkwan on the third week into the job; he's in charge of keeping track of the company's sales; he had returned from an overseas seal deal. He did a great job making me feel comfortable; sometimes, he helps my mind be at ease.

Sometimes, work isn't enough to keep my mind quiet; endless thoughts and questions of my childhood and family flood my mind every minute. My phone rings; it never rings unless it's Eunseo wondering if I arrived home. I answer the call, "Hello?" I felt my heart drop. "Y/N, oh, thank god. It's Dr. Cooper," I stopped in my tracks, "Dr. Cooper? What happened? Did something happen to Dylan?" I asked, feeling myself get swallowed by guilt. "No, it's none of that, Y/N. I've been trying to contact you, but your number has been changed." Dr. Cooper said; I let out a sigh of relief.

"Dr. Cooper, how did you find my number?" I asked, feeling paranoia rush through me, "I had to make sure that you were still alive, Y/N; it concerned me that your parents act like you don't exist." Dr. Cooper says. My heart aches, "How's Dylan? Is he okay?" I asked. "Dylan is well, he's grown Y/N. He's just turned eighteen and has been accepted to college. You have nothing to worry about him, although he does ask for you." Dr. Cooper says as I let out a sigh.

"Y/N, where are you? You haven't been taking your medication; you need to be treated, hun. It will get worse. Have you been struggling to stay focused and sleep?" She asked. I looked at the people walking, laughing, and living their happy moments. "Somewhere far and safe, take care of Dylan. Please, he needs you more than I do." I said before ending the call and block the number. I ran from my past, and I won't let it follow me here.

I walk up the stairs feeling tired; I slide the keypad up and unlock the apartment door. The lights were off, and Eunseo wasn't home yet, or she was staying the night at Hansol's. I close the door and lock it; walking to my room, I become more tired as I lay on the bed. Today has been a strange day for me, and I hope no more strange days occur ever.

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jaemified · 6 months

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I COULD NEVER LIE TO YOU.

“maybe i finally understood why you were the way you were. or maybe you just never tried to understand me.”

☆ pairing ; toxic bf lee chan x fem reader

☆ genre ; hurt, ANGST, no comfort, toxic relationship, y/n vents but she has no one, slightly suggestive content

☆ warnings ; swearing, drinking, implied substance abuse, mentions of cheating and sex, y/ns insecure af (and only cz he made her that way), chans a gaslight and manipulator but also very possessive !!

☆ wordcount ; 0.9k

☆ synopsis ; youve been struggling with a toxic relationship for years now, but you had no one to tell that to, or anyone thatd believe you at least. so while your boyfriend slips out for the night to god knows where, you use this time to write down and express everything youve bottled up all this time.

☆ kona speaks ! - i think its funny how i always start with swearing in cw when its not anywhere near the worst thing in the story LMAOAOAOA anyway sorry i havent uploaded in FOREVER.. college is so hard (+i love my new format! all my drafts from the past 2 months are written like this:))

!disclaimer!, this is a pure work of fiction and is not in any way related to chan and his personality! purely for entertainment purposes only, and for me to express some thoughts :)

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OCTOBER 31, 2023

you had left me on my own yet again. its not like i had any true friends left to be with anyway, after you scared them all off, that is.

who knows where you couldve gone.

no, the real you.

my sweet, sweet channie i fell in love with all those years ago.

where could you have gone?

maybe i wasnt good enough, maybe i wasnt pretty enough.

or maybe you werent understanding enough.

i always thought it was me, but maybe it was you all this time.

i like to think back at when we were last happy, god. that mustve been ages ago, just about.

it was.. my 16th birthday?

-my 16th birthday-

it was.. the day we had to put my dog down. my puppy since i was young. i remember it all clearly now.

i was..

-i was..-

we, we were 17.

mmm, my dog was probably my best friend. the realest one in a while.

i remember how you were there for me, even took me to my favorite donut shop to distract me while you tried so hard to make me laugh.

it worked.

i wish you were still you when we were young.

my sweet channie.

where could you have gone?

i could care less about your whereabouts.

i could care less about how you told me i was lying and that you knew i loved you whenever i tried expressing how i felt about us now.

but maybe i just want to be loved again.

maybe i just want to feel something again.

and i know it cant be with you.

i remember the last time you brought me out we were at mingyus halloween party last year.

nobody could find you, so i went to look for you myself.

i noticed your location was still shared with me, and not any of your friends.

so i tracked you to our car.

-our-

i tracked you to your car.

(since nothing that was yours was mine anyway)

and there you were.

fucking some random girl in the backseat.

that was the last day i saw any of my friends.

you never let me out again.

“you cant go, youll just be in my way.” you said before you left for soonyoungs christmas party.

“you cant go, i cant bare to see you hurt again.” you told me before i was about to leave to my own birthday party planned by my friends.

“you cant go, youll just play victim in front of all my friends and cry about how i fucked another girl.” you told me before you left a few hours ago.

i never know with you. but, i know deep down you care.

somewhere.

its always how y/n cant go here, y/n cant do this. or, shes too busy, we have something planned, shes not home.

even in the way you always spoke over me i knew you were just trying to speak for me.

but what about you?

why cant i have a say in anything you do? why do i get everything taken from me? why did you scare off all my friends and even make your friends hate me too?

you always came home high or on something whenever a different girl each time, dropped you off after you came back from a different party.

i never missed the way theyd look at me.

as if you said something about me.

because you know i never forget the look on someones face

it wasnt till later when i found out from wonwoo that everything you did to me, you told those girls thats what i did to you.

i learned to be quiet though.

i learned to sit there and smile, and just take it.

there was nothing i could do though, theres nothing that couldve changed your actions.

i mean, i cant control you.

so why can you control me?

the channie i knew from when we were 20 wouldve consoled me and been there for me.

the channie i knew from when we were 15 wouldve just laughed about how mr seo accidentally buzzed his head in the boys locker room.

the channie i knew from when we first met in grade school wouldnt even have thought about doing half the things you do now.

so where did we go wrong?

i still think about that.

was it, when we hit puberty?

was it, when we moved out?

was it, when we graduated?

our first date?

the day i found out you cheated?

y/n scoffed as she looked at the giant brown teddy bear in the corner of the room that chan had won for her on their first date.

she let out an annoyed sigh, thinking back, looking back at whatever point in time that couldve even reflected a glimpse of this change in him.

it was too subtle, but too sudden, for her to even remember.

she took a sip of her ginger ale before picking up her pen and scribbling some more in her diary that only she had the key to.

who knows what he’d do if he saw all the things she said about him.

you really werent much help.

nevertheless, i still love you.

i really fucking love you.

i know you do too.

i know a part of you inside still cares for me.

i could even cry thinking about it.

yeah, i realize i dont get out much.

but you never hurt me.

physically, at least.

the emotional damage is beyond repair though.

but i know theres still a bit of the you from our youth left.

i see it in the way you look at me.

no matter how mad,

how upset,

how happy,

how sad you were,

whether you were high,

whether you were drunk,

even when we were younger too.

you always looked at me the same.

that softened gaze and warm eyes.

the eyes never change. the eyes dont lie.

i mean, you could deny it (which id only laugh if you tried), but your eyes tell.

maybe thats why im still holding on.

maybe im just waiting for the boy i first fell in love with to randomly come back.

the chances are slim.

but i still hope.

im holding on.

by a thread, at least.

not like you’d let me leave anyway.

i could say how theres still love left within us

probably, somewhere

but when was the last time we were genuinely happy?

what do you get out of this?

because it isnt happiness. it cant be. you wouldnt be here if you were.

we’re both miserable. i see it and feel it.

it’s like, im just here for you.

i can understand the pressure though.

everyone would ask “how did you make it through college?” “how did you make it through high school?”

they dont understand though. you kinda made me

-you kinda made me-

they dont understand though.

i mean,

maybe i finally understood why you were the way you were

or maybe you just never tried to understand me.

i could tell you all of these things.

but i couldnt.

because i could never ‘lie’ to you.

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unifox · 7 months

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Tropical love - intro

~Pairing: No pairing yet! g/n! reader

~Genre: fluff/ angst (does annoyance and disliking someone count as that?)

~Warnings: Mentions of food, beach. Like, one sort of sexist commentary. (let me know if I missed any)

~Words: 0,9 k

~Summary: When your cousin decides to ruin family bonding time by bringing two friends to your shared beach house, you unexpectedly find a lover.

a/n: THIS A/N IS LONG I'M SORRY. Congrats to Seungcheol for being voted as cousin material ✨. But seriously hahaha I'm writing both paths for Mingyu And Wonwoo ending. Just did a pool to see who's team you guys are rooting for hahaha

For this one I sort of based the characters on two of my actual cousin's friends, but the one for Wonwoo I truly dislike and had a hard time adjusting our precious Woo to fit in his character. I wish my cousin could bring a true gentlemen to me tho :(

ALSO Wow, I'm really surprised and thankful for all the supor my Joshua fic received. Thanks If you're one of those people!!

Taglist + anon list open! ~Foxy🦊

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"What do you mean!?!?"

The look of disbelief in your cousin Rina along with yours took her sister May by surprise.

"What do YOU mean? Cheol is taking his friends to our beach house." May said with a shrug

"What a traitor, what about family bonding time?" Rina said crossing her arms.

Sungecheol was the oldest of three siblings. Followed by May and then Rina. You were their older cousin, just one year older than Cheol, but they considered you their older sibling since you grew up together.

"Who did he invite?" The siblings still argued

"Mingyu..." May responded

"I mean, it's no big deal right?"You chimed in sipping your orange juice. This brunch place had the best juice "Mingyu practically grew up with us"

"And Wonwoo"

Well fuck. You couldn't stand that guy

"What a traitor, what about family bonding time?" You quoted the youngest among you

"I swear to god, you two are so difficult..." May said going back to her now cold French toast

You really missed this house. After 2h driving, arriving at your destination has never been so rewarding. Usually, Cheol would drive, but 6 people would not fit his car so you went in an all-girls car trip while he went with his friends.

The main entrance led you to the open living room with a kitchen on the right and the three of you headed upstairs to settle on the room on the left side of the house. The guys would share the room right next to it.

When they arrived, you were putting the groceries away and Cheol went to greet you with a hug

"Look, it's my favorite causing from mom's side"

"I'm your only cousin from Mom's side"

"That's why you're my favorite!"

"Stop teasing her, we won't make any food for you" Mingyu joked and went to greet you with a quick hug

"Hi Gyu, haven't seen you in a while. How's life in America?" You smiled as he helped stock the fridge with the food they brought with them

"It's been fun! I'll tell you more later, let's finish this"

"Hi"

You turned your head to the boy who had just entered the house. Wonwoo smiled awkwardly and waved after closing the door behind him

"Hi" You forced a bit of your smile and went back to organizing

The beach worked wonders on you. The sand underneath your feet, the sound of the waves, the humidity on the wind and the sun kissing your skin.

Through your sunglasses you could see the boys playing like kids in the water, splashing each other, while May sat next to you on a beach chair almost asleep. Rina approached you and offered one of the open coconuts that she had just purchased from a nearby vendor.

"Thanks! This one is so sweet" You exclaimed happily to her

"I know right? So many people were buying there that I had to get us one!"

Your conversation was cut short as the guys approached you. Mingyu saw you sitting on a towel and ran to sit next to you smiling

"Oh my god, you're so cold!" you shrieked and threw the towel inside your bag at him

"Coconut water?" he smiled brightly at you as he dried himself

"What else would it be gyu?" You laughed and offered him your straw. While he took a sip you saw the other two guys approach but ignored them.

"That's so good! I'll get one too" He stood up and threw the towel at Seungcheol. "Wanna grab one Wonwoo?"

"Sure" The quiet male responded

When they came back you all settled and stayed till early afternoon. Mingyu decided to go back earlier to light up the barbecue grill, and since you were kinda tired, you decided to tag along.

"You're going back already?" Cheol looked ah you quizzically

"Yeah" You responded.

"I want my meat rare" Wonwoo smiled as the two guys looked at you

You think I'm your maid? Go do it yourself

That's what you wanted to say but held back. Usually, you'd go back earlier to cook for y'all (It was a shared task, but as the oldest you'd usually initiate things), but this time that was not the case. You side-eyed him and ignored him as you walked back to the house.

This dude was really getting on your nerves. You found him awkward and strange, but worse, you found him lazy. He didn't help with tasks like Mingyu who was always ready to help you. It was like Wonwoo didn't belong in your dynamic like he wasn't supposed to be there. He avoided everyone and would only join if Seungcheol was present.

When you reached the house you calmed down a bit since Mingyu kept you entertained and busy.

"We should totally go check out those food trucks we passed by when we were coming here" May exclaimed after everyone gathered in front of the TV in the living room. One Piece played on the screen but most were not paying attention to the anime.

"Nah sis, we should stay in today. I'm dead from driving and spending the day on the beach" Cheol responded ready to set his attention back to the anime

"I think it'll be fun!" Mingyu chimed in. His closeness with your family allowed him to simply choose whatever, even if his friend who invited him wasn't going to tag along.

"We should go then" Rina got up to get her tiny purse and headed to the door. Mingyu and May followed her.

"You coming Wonwoo?" Mingyu asked the new friend, who simply shook his head and said he'd stay with Seungcheol

"What about you y/n?"

I'm staying guys. Have fun! OR I'm going! Let me just grab my phone.

(click the answer and check the next parts!)

#svt fanfic #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu imagines #mingyu scenarios #mingyu fluff #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo scenarios

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 4 months

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“What hair product I think each svt member is”

Summery: a holiday fic that has absolutely nothing to do with the holidays! Wanted to try my hand at writing something a bit different and thought this was a good idea to start. Not really comedy but amusing none the less! (idk if what I wrote makes sense hopefully yall are picking up what I’m putting down) approximately: ten minute read

A/n: THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL IDEA! (In a way it is buuuutttt still) I can’t find the author who wrote the “what piece of furniture svt are” or something to that effect so they’re the ones who gave me the idea so if yall find them please tag them unless I do first!

warningz/info: mentions of pain, mentions of chocolate, I think what, three curse words? y'all let me know if I should start keeping them to a minimum or remove them entirely because I know some people are uncomfortable with them! I feel like the spacing between paragraphs is weird in this fic but oh well. no idea how this is gonna go over and im scared that I tagged it with "x reader". plus I dont know if anyone would read/enjoy it but I had loads of fun writing it! as always, if you did like it, please leave some love like comments and or reblogs!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper. This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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>Seungcheol<

gel. Sticks to you like glue once you find each other (romantic music starts playing in the hair care isle when you pick up your favorite gel) everyone has their preferred brand/ look they worship. Thicc. Either smells putrid and chemical like or good enough to transport you to a magical land of chocolate, pink grass and purple clouds

>Jeonghan<

he is a Bobby pin. And I will provide no further explanation on this except that he holds you together but will stab you lmao

>Shua<

an Afro pick/ hair pick. Its what everyone’s looking for: that little somen’ somen’. That little poof we all desire. Also scalp massages :)

>Jun<

wide tooth comb. My fellow thick haired/ curly haired people will know about this one 😭 this shit can be mean to your scalp tugging on your hair and UGH helps you greatly and is a necessity but damn… that’s all I gotta say

>Hoshi<

Refresher product/ moisture product. wakes you up in the morning. Gives you a reason to NOT look like you just rolled outta bed even though you did. For most this is one ofthe holy grails in life. What would I do without it? Makes us all smile even at 4:00 am because oh my god I look better after I slapped this in. Just all around a day-brightener

>Wonwoo<

curl cream. Grounding. Has many different looks n stuff

>Woozi<

a rat tail comb. Everyone should have one. Versatile, used for many different things. Good for every sort of job and is a natural to be honest and is small but mighty lol

>DK<

a satin/ silk bonnet. And no, not one of those that most moms wear with the lace trim. Those end up at the foot of your bed by the morning. The ones with the thick elastic. I choose this cause it goes by many different names, just like him lol just has that comfy homey feel to it

>Mingyu<

hair mask. Made at home with some questionable ingredients. Seriously sometimes I don’t think he’s real lol

>Hao<

a denman brush. It sounds to helpful and great. And it is great!…. When you figure out how to use it. Hard to figure out but once you get the hang of it you’ll never go back (another thing my fellow curly haired babes will understand)

>Seungkwan<

co wash. A little something extra, a boost of energy, if you will. a well kept secret but also a well known fact

>Vernon<

hair tie. Easy to loose but also easy to find. especially in places where youd think: “why the fuck would it end up here?” Like idk man, but you should definitely check the dark corner collecting lint— that’s where they always are

>Dino<

leave in conditioner because with use over time it makes your hair (you) healthier

~End~

a/n: annnnnnnnddddd thats it! hope y'all enjoyed this disaster of a fic lmao if you liked it, please leave some love like comments or reblogging!

stay safe, y'all!

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dirtysvthoughts · 2 years

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okayy now imagine going to party (looking hot is a must) and ordering your favorite drink,, your friend nudges you to look at the side to where mingyu leans against the wall. his intense gaze on your body, his strong arms gripping the beer in his hands and a sinister inviting smirk towards your direction.

hhsbskahsksbk can you tell im going feral?!?!? 😭😭😭

AHHHHH YES A MINGYU ASK, WE DID IT JOE! 😆 i feel like in order to make it in the svt smut world, you at least gotta have one mingyu ask or fic written - so, momma i made it LOL💀💀 thanks for the lovely ask! 😘

a/n: i feel like i make my casual asks into whole drabbles that require a word count and tags lol, but i wanna give y’all as much detail as possible so you can feel things 😭😭 if they are a bit long, do let me know and that’ll be something i work on for the future! but for now, it’s time for mingyu horknee hours 😈😈😈

i’m pretty sure we’ve all seen those photos of gyuhao in busan (i’ll drop them for reference), and whew chileeeee- both of them looked so hot, so this ask is gonna be based off that!

imagine going to busan with friends for a few days, and during the weekend, you guys decide to hit up a popular club in the city. every single one of you saved your hottest outfit just for this night, and the moment you guys step through the doors, everyone has their eyes on you. you know you look good as your dress is hugging your body in all the right places.

as you guys order rounds of drinks at the bar, laughing and enjoying each other’s company, one of your friends gently nudges you and points in the direction of the nearest wall to you guys. your eyes widen as you take in the sight standing in front you: the most attractive, beautiful man you’ve ever seen - his gorgeous tan skin, his height, his sculpted muscles peeking through his short sleeve shirt- he looks too good to be true, like a greek god.

he holds a lager in his hand, and is dressed head to toe in one of the finest luxury brands - was it burberry? prada? versace? you couldn’t tell from where you were sitting, but the thought of such an attractive and expensive person sharing eye contact with you is enough to get your legs crossing. tightly.

“he’s been eyeing you for a while now, y/n,” your friend giggles tipsily, as you silently wave at him. he smirks back at you and waves back, your face automatically flushing and turning away at his simple, yet insanely hot gesture. “i’m jealous, he’s probably the best looking man in this entire club.”

you get up from your seat at the bar, approaching this mystery man, refusing to break eye contact with him.

“y/n… where are you going?” your friend whines at missing your touch, nearly falling out of their seat as they reach for you. “you were my support..”

“i’ll be back in a minute, there’s - just something i wanna do first,” you say as you move away from the bar and finally approach the man. you cross your arms and smirk at him, trying to look unbothered when you were already turned on.

“you finally came,” he takes a sip of his lager and puts it back down on the table next to him. “i’ve been craving you next to me since the minute i saw you,” he says as his eyes move down to you body, melting at the thought of how your breasts looked in your tight ass dress and getting hard at the thought of your boobs out of it.

his words go immediately to your core and it takes everything in you not to moan right then and there. “funny how you’ve been craving me - but yet, we don’t even know each other’s names,” you say as you boldly approach him closer, nearly chest to chest.

“mingyu,” he bends down and whispers into your ear. “think you can tell me yours if we move someplace a little less crowded? i rented a section in the corner.”

you take his arm and wrap it around your waist, smirking at him as he watches in arousal.

“lead the way.”

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mirisss · 1 year

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King of the Clouds

wordcount ≈ 1.9k

warnings: slight mention of violence, nausea, blindness, Jeonghan and Joshua pulling a bad prank on some people, I think that’s it

pairing: God of the Sky! Seungcheol (S.coups) x gn! fairy! reader

Inspired by the new comeback

Please reblog! Requests are open!

Third person POV

The winds were harsh, the cold rain was pouring down, and lightning and thunder were booming around the sky. Someone must have angered one of the mighty gods. The weather was ruthless, anyone who stepped outside would be swept away by the wind and be drenched by the rain. The people of the Earthland wondered what could have angered the God of the sky, also known as the King of the clouds, so badly for them to receive his message of fury. The answer would only be known to the heavenly beings, the gods, the fairies, and the demons.

Choi Seungcheol is the infamous God of the Sky or King of the Clouds, the highest-ranked god in this world. Though it was a difficult duty to be the King of the Clouds, Seungcheol quite enjoyed it. From a young age, the god had shown great potential both in power and knowledge so when he was crowned to be the leader of the gods, no one was surprised. His ancestors saw the way he helped his brothers with their assignments when they struggled and the way he cared for the fairies around the palace. The ancestors knew that all thirteen brothers were loved by their people, fairies, demons, and humans alike. But there was something about the way Seungcheol carried himself and the way he acted that proved to the ancestors that with him as the leader, everyone would be safe and happy. The greatest challenge for Seungcheol was managing his brothers, he loved them, they are very, very dear to him but sometimes they drive him crazy. Especially his brothers Jeonghan and Joshua, the mischievous twins, and the energetic trio that is Soonyoung, Seungkwan, and Chan. Today, his favorite brothers were definitely Wonwoo, the god of knowledge for he was mostly unproblematic and calm, Jihoon, the god of melody for he was always busy overlooking the new and old melodies of the world, Minghao, the god of balance just as his duty implies, Minghao isn’t one to let chaos rain, and finally, Vernon, the god of Tranquility, the kid can be energetic and hard to manage if in the mood but many a time you will find him calmly sitting beside the chaos spacing out. Junhui, Seokmin, and Mingyu were all wildcards. Some days, they were calm and easy while other days they were a part of the endless chaos that livened up the palace. The reason behind his bad mood today, was, of course, the mischievous twins or rather one of them.

“Jeonghan, what have you done to all the fairies?” Jeonghan looked up at his older brother with an innocent smile from his seat where he sat, drinking tea with his twin Joshua. “Whatever do you mean, brother? Has something happened to our dear fairies?” “Jeonghan, I know this is your doing, stop pretending to be innocent,” “How do you know it is my doing? It could just as well be Joshua, or why not Chan, he could have imitated our power just to mess with you,” Seungcheol sighed loudly, now glaring at the twins. Jeonghan and Joshua were a powerful duo, together they were the god of chaos one entity, and apart they are the two gods of light and darkness. Though it is not only their godly powers that make them a dreadful duo, it is their intelligence, they can find a way to win any game, going against them thinking you will win is something only a fool would do. “Since early this morning, Chan has been locked inside his room for imitating Minghao’s power and almost removing gravity from the Earthland, he’s grounded for a month unless he shows explicitly well behavior during the closest days, so I know it’s not his doing, that leaves the two of you, and I happen to know that Joshua was in a meeting with Junhui and Jihoon this morning, so that leaves, you” At the end of his little monologue, Seungcheol pointed directly at Jeonghan with a stern look. After performing his morning duties, Seungcheol emerged from the throne room to find that the fairies either had been blinded, were unable to stand from nausea, or were invisible. Cheol was extra worried about one particular fairy, his dear partner (Y/n). The fairy wasn’t the strongest nor the weakest, simply average, but their personality was what captivated Seungcheol. The fairy wasn’t afraid to help out anyone in need, if another fairy was feeling unwell, (Y/n) would tell them to rest and that they would carry out the sick fairy’s assignments for the day even if (Y/n) already had a lot on their plate. When Seungcheol had stepped out into the garden he found (Y/n) laying on the ground unconscious and he ran up to them to check what was wrong only to find a mark that revealed a spell had been cast on the fairy by someone welding the power of light and darkness leading him to now, confronting the two who could be the culprit. “Fine, I’m guilty but come on, no one was injured for real, it was just a little prank,” Jeonghan said as a smirk graced his lips. “(Y/n) is unconscious in the infirmary right now and Seokmin can’t seem to heal them, at least 10 other fairies are in the infirmary too waiting to be healed, because of this prank, all the assignments and duties of the fairies have not been finished, do you know how much work they do around here? If one fairy falls behind on their duties one day, it wouldn’t be noticeable but when all 300 fairies working at our palace fall behind we will definitely notice it. It means no food, no clean clothes, the flowers have not been cared for, the animals have not been fed, nothing has been cleaned, and so much more,” Seungcheol’s anger was rising with every second that passed, the clouds around the palace became thicker and darker, the winds picked up, and so the devilish weather began falling upon Earthland and spiraling around the Sky palace. Jeonghan and Joshua looked at each other with worried looks, just now realizing what this prank had resulted in. No one had seen Seungcheol this angry in decades, the King was usually good at dealing with his brother’s nonsense but today he was releasing the control of his emotions and letting his rage take over. He was seeing red, almost ready to actually hurt the twins, even though Jeonghan was the one who had cast the spell, Cheol knew that Joshua too had been a part of constructing the prank. Seungcheol’s eyes began changing color from a warm brown to a vibrant, fiery red, and a strong dark wind began whirling around him as he glared at the two gods who had now abandoned their tea, ready to try and protect themselves from their king’s rage.

“Cheol!” The second Seungcheol heard the voice of his beloved partner the whirling storm around him disappeared and his eyes changed back to their warm and kind brown color. Cheol turned around to find a tired (Y/n) standing beside a panting Seokmin and a shocked Seungkwan. “(Y/n), you’re awake,” He let out a sigh of relief at seeing his partner standing on their own legs, once again awakened from the stupid prank. (Y/n) walked closer to him and Cheol did the same to meet them in the middle. “Yeah, Seokmin poured a lot of energy into healing me, he can barely stand on his now, he’s completely drained, yet he rushed out after me to find you once we realized that the storm was of your doing,” Seungcheol looked over to one his younger brothers, Seokmin, the god of healing. They were lucky to have him, more than once a day someone would end up with an injury or a sickness so having a powerful healer was quite beneficial. “Thank you, Seokmin, you’ve done a good job. Go rest, you need to regain your energy,” Seokmin lightly bowed before erupting in his usual bright smile. “No problem, my lord. I’ll see you later, the other fairies will recover after some rest, they will all be fine,” Seungcheol sent a nod his way before looking at Seungkwan. “Can I help you Boo?” “No, I just rushed out to see why you were fighting so seriously, I thought we might be under attack,” “I’m sorry for losing my temper, I hope I didn’t worry you too much. Could you seek out Mingyu and ask him if he is capable of throwing together some dinner for us and all the fairies?” “Of course,” Once Seungkwan had gone back into the palace, Cheol once again turned toward the twins with yet another stern look on his face. “The two of you will personally make sure that all of the fairies' duties are finished before sunrise tomorrow morning, without using your spells, I will have Wonwoo install the anti-spell charms on you, and after that, you will apologize to every single person who was affected by this idiotic prank of yours. You will also be on house arrest for the coming two weeks, meaning no spring festival for you,” “Cheol, no spring festival is too harsh, besides, they’re the gods of light, they’re kind of a big part of the festival, remember?” (Y/n) took a hold of Cheol’s hand to make him look at them as they tried to plead for Jeonghan and Joshua. “Fine, for the coming week, you shall assist the fairies in their daily duties if you wish to attend the spring festival,” Seungcheol rarely ever used his king voice, it was a voice he could use to make commands to his fellow gods and his followers that did not allow them to deny him. “Yes, my lord,” Jeonghan and Joshua answered in unison before bowing and then beginning to attend to the fairy duties.

“Are you alright, my darling?” “Yes, my king. I am alright. The nausea just hit me quite hard so I ended up fainting and when I fainted I hit my head because of the fall but Seokmin healed me up completely so I have no remaining injuries,” “That’s good, I don’t know what I would do if you had been seriously hurt,” Seungcheol rested his head on his partner’s shoulder just breathing in their scent. “It’s okay Cheol. I’m alright, I will always be alright, as long as I have you,” (Y/n) lightly pushed Cheol away from them, enough to be able to lean in and kiss him. Seungcheol immediately kissed them back. The only thing that could always, without fail calm down the all-mighty King of the Clouds, was the delicate fairy who had since long stolen the king’s heart.

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guilty pleasure pt. 1

Pairing: Jihoon x gn!reader x Mingyu

Genre: smut, some plot

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: mostly Jihoon pov, heavy pining, male masturbation

Summary: You know what’s shittier than liking someone taken? Liking someone taken by your best friend.

author note: HI! I am not sorry for posting this right after the Dino ask. welcome back to bitchlessdino where nana is a mess always. today i bring you to one of my favorite seventeen dynamics. i am obsessed by how mingyuzi are together all the time and i feel like not enough people talk about it. this is a short little bit that builds up to a bigger thing and tags will be according the specific part so keep that in mind.

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tagging : @multi-kpop-fanfics @hoshistar96 @dinosbestie @aceofvernons

Jihoon wasn’t stupid, he had eyes. You were absolutely breathtaking and it took every fiber in his body to knock some sense back into him. His attraction to you was unparalleled to anything he had ever felt before, and he felt weak coming to terms with that. Not only were you physically the embodiment of sex and pure charisma, you reeled of class and genuine that he didn’t find in other people. Your setback, however, was the fact you had to be preoccupied, by his roommate nonetheless.

Mingyu was lucky beyond measure. How he came across you remained a mystery. All Jihoon knew was that out of everyone he’s ever met, you had this quality about you that drew him like a moth to a flame. Your face, your body, your voice.

God, your voice was absolutely electrifying. How these thin walls would talk and how Jihoon would listen, he could write sonnets of how absolutely wretched you made him with the delicious noise you emitted. He was starting believe he never experienced a sexual awakening until you walked right out of Mingyu’s door or moaned as loudly and boldly through the wall where Jihoon slumbered on the other side.

Although all this is true, Mingyu wasn’t the type to keep someone around like he did you.

As far as Jihoon knew, Mingyu’s lust was endless and didn’t limit any single person. As he recalled, several types of people take the walk of shame leaving the same door only to never be the same face. It was stranger after stranger with no repeats. Then again, here you were sleeping over in his shared living space for the umpteenth time. You stuck out in that giant t-shirt, thanks to Mingyu, prancing around the common area in no visible bottoms. Your smile, like a ray of light, energizes his tired mind as you pull out a mug for your serving of coffee.

“Morning, Hoon! When did you get home last night?”

He never once left the apartment complex.

Coughing, he scratches the back of his neck in discomfort. “I actually worked from home today.”

“Oh. Shit. I hope we weren’t bothering you or something. Were we loud?”

Very.

“I had my headphones in. They were noise canceling, so you’re all good.” He nods reassuringly.

“Aw well, good,” the coffee bitter, but uplifting, on your tongue, you finally start to feel alive, “Any plans today or were you gonna stay home?”

Jihoon knew why you had to ask. You were wondering whether the apartment would be free later for you and Mingyu to continue what you were doing last night, without Jihoon being a big cock block in the way, not that it stopped them before. The man simply sighs and munches on his cereal mundanely, shrugging. “I could give you guys some privacy this afternoon.”

“Oh, that's not why I asked,” you professed in a panic, “I was wondering if you wanted to join us today.”

Jihoon had to pause. “Join you?”

All kinds of thoughts ran through his head like venom, trickling into every wrinkle of his brain. Whatever group activity you had planned could only be deduced to one thing for Jihoon at the moment, and it had his blood pumping. The idea of having Mingyu be in the same room was repulsive, probably because he knows where Mingyu has been, but that look in your eyes was more than enough to convince him. And he admits even if it was for a moment, he’d take that chance.

“We were gonna grab lunch at the bear cavern and the pasta they have there is to die for. I thought you’d really enjoy it.”

Not exactly what he expected. In retrospect, this made more sense. “Uh, sure. I guess.”

“Great! Oh, and I started listening to your Spotify playlist and added it to my account. Your selection is so good. I had no idea your taste in music was so sexy,” you playfully nudge with a wink.

His throat runs dry. Even if you were just complimenting his taste in music, hearing the word roll off your tongue so smoothly was enough to burn his ears and cue the butterflies. He handles the edge of the counter with a hard grip, calming himself down the best he could. “T-thanks. I was gonna add some more finds later tonight.”

You finish your mug and clean up the remaining inside the sink, “Can’t wait.”

Jihoon understood his predicament all too well. If he could, he’d make every opportunity to have you gasp his name, have you begging to have him fuck you in every corner of the room, have him the only person on your mind. However, he knew his setbacks, his limitations, and last, but not least, where his loyalty lies.

As irritating as Mingyu can be, he’s his roommate and pretty much his best friend at the end of the day. Having a friendship like this was one in thousands. Yes, the man stood 6 foot three inches, despite being younger, and yes he sometimes uses this knowledge as leverage to occasionally poke fun at Jihoon who was of a decent height. He was so much of what Jihoon isn’t , but despite all that, he knew he could never betray his friend on any level.

His patience was tested that day when the group lunch commenced. You, of course, sat beside Mingyu, having the other roommate to witness every little private intimate gesture made in front of him. Mingyu, love stricken as can be, played with your fingers like a child amused by the simplest of things, his voice hitting the highest of pitches when you made him laugh, and the never-ending gaze he had in your direction.

Jihoon could feel his guilt boiling over and feared it spilling over to the surface, risking his friendship. He refrained from too many glances.

“Good right?”

Jihoon picks apart his food, putting on a show by stuffing a fork full of pasta in his mouth. He makes a sound of approval, nodding. You proudly grin, and go on with your meal. Mingyu on the other hand sees his friend with his mouth so full, reaching over with a napkin to dab his roommates face. “Ah, Jihoon. Chew thoroughly please, we can’t have you choking.”

Jihoon swats his hands away, wiping his face himself in defense. “I got it. Keep your hands to yourself.”

The pretty boy pouts but is immediately distracted by the person beside him pulling his arm, complimenting how cute he gets when he’s considerate. It was then at that moment, an employee made a poor lapse of judgment and had a pitcher of lemonade spill all over you. You were taken by surprise, unable to predict that from a mile away, and stepped away from your seat to let the ice fall from your lap and let everyone see the soaked mess you became in a matter of seconds.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry.”

“You better be sorry, how could you be so careless?!”

Before Jihoon could stop himself, his voice bounced off the walls of the restaurant furious at the reckless waiter, having never had his voice resonate that loud before at a stranger. You pull him aside, ensuring him it was a simple mistake and you were fine, but Jihoon was doubtful.

“Are you sure? you’re really wet.”

Yeah, he heard it.

“I just need a change of clothes, if you have any.”

“There should be a clean set in my car in my gym bag, that ok?”

“Perfect,” you nod.

You turn to Mingyu briefly to let him know that you’d follow Jihoon back to change and Mingyu paid it no mind. As you follow him back to the car, you embrace your damp body, seeking out the sun to warm up and watch Jihoon open up the car truck to take out a clean shirt for you to change into. He gives it a good sniff before handing it to you, immediately regretting his actions. “Hopefully it smells clean enough.”

You giggle, “This will do just fine.”

You take a sniff yourself and relaxed at how surprising and pleasant its scent was. “Mmh, smells good to me. I’ll go change in the back seat.”

He unlocks his car to give your space and you crawl inside, closing the door behind you. Jihoon flushes a deep red knowing you’d be topless in the car where his back faced, so he took some deep steady breaths. Attempting to stray away from non-platonic thoughts like the underwear you wore or how soft your skin probably was under your clothes. Anything that could get him in trouble.

He was not proud of what he did that night. When he finally got the shirt back after all day of you bathing your scent in it, he couldn’t look at it the same. So, he did what any man blinded by lust could do: he masturbated. However, it wasn’t going to be any normal chain yanking, the shirt had to be involved.

Flat against the mattress, in a singular tank top, he holds his borrowed shirt in his left hand and his throbbing erection in the right. He strategically places the shirt on his face, panting like a dog as he takes control. Your perfume that ligers, a slight sweat build up, and even the bit of soda residue spill on your skin, he absorbed it all. He pictures your face in his mind. Beautiful, yet sultry, dying to have his angry cock inside you.

He whispers to himself your name, letting his delusions run wild and imagine you do the same for him. He flicks his wrist hard, the fabric of his abused shirt heaving up and down from his breath. His knees arching up in the bed, hips jutting upward, thrusting into nothing until he cums, guilty large streams of ivory heating up the large patch of his bare stomach, then the deafening silence. Simply his breathing and shame was left behind.

He had been lucky neither of the Mingyu nor you had caught him in such a weak state. He would never live to see the next day.

“I’m so fucked.”

#Jihoon smut #woozi smut #Mingyu smut #seventeen smut #Mingyu #woozi #seventeen x reader #woozi x reader #Mingyu x reader #Kim Mingyu #lee Jihoon #lee woozi #seventeen woozi #seventeen Mingyu #seventeen

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onlymingyus · 1 year

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There is just something about the way he takes these selfies that has me…

cw; kim mingyu x gn reader, smut, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism

an; no tag list - wrote on my phone

Imagine being on your way home from a fancy event with Mingyu. The elevator is one of those where the walls might as well be mirrors. He had his hand on your thigh the entire way home, your were dying to get into his pants and he knew it. The smirk on his lips enough to tell you how cocky he was.

When you move to you knees, the sound of the ding for each floor as the elevator makes its way up, you already have his cock in your mouth. Mingyu groans a soft “fuck” under his breath, one hand moving over the back of your head while he lifts the other to take a picture in the reflective surface of the elevator door.

It was his favorite thing to send you those selfies later because only the two of you knew what was actually happening in them. How you had him buried in your throat, how anyone could get on to the elevator at anytime catching you in the act. But that made the game that much more exciting.

“Oh god…gonna cum.” You hum around Mingyu’s cock when he speaks. You had gotten him to that point so quickly. You moan when his cum hits the back of your throat, doe like eyes glancing up at him almost innocently when you pull back to swallow his load entirely.

The elevator doors open just as Mingyu zips his pants back up and pulls you into his arms. His lips meeting yours, an older couple making sounds of disappointment at the sight. You laugh against Mingyu’s lips letting him pull you around the couple before he mutters an apology then looks at you.

“If that made them upset, imagine if the doors had opened a minute sooner.”

#mingyu smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #svthub #mingyu imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 2 years

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half past five high - chapter 1 (a fateful meeting)

pairing: supermodel!Mingyu x influencer!fem!reader, photographer bf!Joshua x influencer!fem!reader

genre: angst, smut, rich people!AU

warnings: cheating, alcohol and food consumption, rough sex, fingering, dirty talk, praise and degradation, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cursing, Mingyu is an asshole

word count: ~4.2k

summary: The world of rich, influential people has always been full of glitz and glamor. But it’s also filled with greedy, powerful and destructive people, the walking red flags, the ones you should stay away from at any cost. Kim Mingyu is one of these people. But you are wise enough to stay away from him....Right?

Author’s note: This fic is solely inspired by The Weeknd’s song, The Hills and it was supposed to be an oneshot but oh well haha

Taglist: @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @wonwoosthetic @berrryshortcake @husbandhoshi @mangogyu @boowanie

This is solely a piece of fanfiction. I do not condone with such behavior and I do not see Mingyu in this way, under any circumstance.

Seoul. LA. Paris. Milan. New York. Tokyo. London.

Kim Mingyu’s fame has reached all of the aforementioned glamorous city, thanks to his pictorials, catwalks for prestigious fashion houses and the god-like physique and face he was gifted with. Working as a high-class supermodel definitely has its perks, some of them being the endless traveling around the globe, the flow of money and expensive possessions, such as designer brand clothes, a crib in the outskirts of Seoul and a sleek black Mustang - his favorite.

But most of all, Kim Mingyu is a renowned bachelor and a playboy who has kept the paparazzis and gossip sites busy with his…rather wild personal life. And when Kim Mingyu sets his sight on something or someone, he’ll do everything in his power to get it, even if it means bringing pain on others.

And this is exactly what would happen after one fateful night - the night he met you.

Y/N L/N. A famous influencer and socialite - one post on your Instagram account brings you enough money to pay for a luxurious trip to an exotic place. You’re known throughout the high societies of fashion temples, you’re bound to be attending fashion shows and fancy galas, always sitting at the front row, next to designers, photographers and lots of important people.

That’s where you met your beloved boyfriend of two years, Joshua Hong. A freelance photographer who has been on the road for over five years, always booked and busy by magazines, executive editors fighting over his talent and detailed work, offering contracts upon contracts with lots of money. But no, Joshua stays faithful to his principles and most importantly, faithful to you. You love him with all your heart and you never miss a chance to share your moments of happiness on your Instagram account, the comment section always exploding with love and cute comments, praising the genuine relationship you have.

Ironically, you met MIngyu at a similar event - a party after the latest Dior fashion show, to be exact.

You and Joshua were both invited at the show, blessing the eyes of everyone there, flashing warm smiles and exchanging chaste yet warm kisses with your boyfriend, his eyes shining brighter than all the rhinestone-decorated dresses, glittery makeup and lights of the catwalk. You watched the show with huge interest, your eyes fixated on the new launches, the smooth fabrics and the flow on the models.

Until he came into the view.

It was as if time stopped, the repeated clicks of the cameras around you and the loud murmurs of the guests around you turning into a blur, as your pupils dilate at the sight of the one and only Kim Mingyu, effortlessly strutting on the catwalk, owning it, making it his. You had never seen him close, only from photos and videos online, but damn, the real thing is always better.

He didn’t leave your mind even after the end of the catwalk and during the party, mindlessly swirling the flute of champagne in your hand.

How could a man like him exist? What was he made of? God? The Devil? Those questions were running laps in your mind.

“Something on your mind, angel?”, Joshua's smooth voice brings you back to reality, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Just…feeling lucky to be here”, you reply with a soft smile, “With all these important people, all the glamor…With you”, you add and mentally wince for lying to your beloved. “Aw, my baby is getting wholesome”, he coos with a laugh and presses a kiss on your cheek.

“Oh my, if it isn’t Joshua Hong showing affection in public”, a deep, velvety voice disrupts the rather intimate moment and you both turn around to see the one man who has been tormenting your thoughts for the past three hours. “Oh my, if it isn’t Kim Mingyu starting a normal conversation”, Joshua jokes and shares a tight hug with the man. “How have you been, my friend?”, “Eh, the usual. Traveling, modeling, booking shoots, meeting dashing beauties”, Mingyu flashes a toothy grin. He then shifts his eyes to you and you feel a jolt on your spine as his gaze changes into something indescribable, something you can’t quite put your finger on.

“Speaking of dashing beauties, how dare you don’t introduce me to the beautiful lady accompanying you, Joshua”, he smoothly switches the attention to you, “I’m Kim Mingyu. And you are?”, “Y/N L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir Kim”, you opt for a handshake. “My my, such good manners. And please, call me Mingyu”, he smiles and presses a kiss on the back of your hand. “Y/N is an influencer - and a very successful one”, Joshua sweeps next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, instinctively bringing you closer to him, “Isn’t that right, angel?”, “If you say so, Shua”, you giggle and turn to kiss him, Mingyu’s gaze feeling heavy on you all of a sudden.

“You’ve always been a lucky man, Joshua. And lady luck is still on your side, it seems”, the model comments. “Indeed. Although I’d like to call it ‘fate’ rather than luck”, he looks at you again fondly. “Fate or luck, I advise you to keep this pretty lady as close as you can”, Mingyu adds on, ready to walk away.

“Anyone could swoop in and steal her away”.

Your eyes meet Mingyu’s eyes again for a split second and you can feel trouble oozing from him, especially with the words he spoke just now.

But it only makes you wanna find out more about the man.

“Interesting guy”, you nonchalantly say while sipping on your champagne. “Interesting, yet dangerous and troublesome”, Joshua sighs audibly. “I thought he was your friend?”, “He is. But that doesn’t mean I’ll turn a blind eye to his true nature”, “And what is his true nature?”, “He’s a man with looks, power and fame. But he’s also irrevocably attracted to danger in most of its forms - especially fast cars and pretty women, single or taken”, Joshua explains, “Wow, you make him sound like an asshole”, you laugh but stop once you see your boyfriend’s serious expression. “I think it’s better to keep your distance from him”.

“Shua, I’d never betray you for someone else”, you put down your glass and cup his cheeks with your hands. “I know, sweetheart”, he smiles softly and takes your hands in his, pressing a kiss on the tips. “Come on, let’s enjoy the party, shall we?”, and he takes you by your hand, pulling you against him to enjoy the rest of the night.

Meanwhile, Mingyu is watching the two of you being all lovey-dovey, gaze seething with jealousy, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, focusing on your enticing silhouette and the champagne bodycon dress of yours.

Thinking how pretty you’d look without it and under him, moaning his name.

Not that it’d be long before it happens.

“Ugh, my head is spinning”, you rub your temples while waiting for your face cream to dry. “Maybe you shouldn’t have drunk so much champagne, baby”, Joshua chuckles while putting on his pajamas, ruffling his hair slightly. “It’s not my fault it was actually good for once!”, you whine and pat your face with your fingertips, hoping it’ll dry faster. “I have to say, the party was more fun than expected”, you comment, “Yeah, it was hilarious to see two instagrammers pulling each other’s extensions”, Joshua snorts. “You do know I’m an instagrammer too, right, Shua?”, you throw him a slight glare, “I know, but you ain’t fake like them, honey. Plus, you’ve never gotten in drama like this”.

As if on cue, a notification on Instagram pops up in your phone and you open the screen to a very surprising sight.

mingyu_k has started following you.

“Y/N?”, “Hm?”, “Is everything okay? You got serious all of a sudden”, Joshua rubs your arm soothingly. “Oh? N-No, it’s nothing important…Just a verification I forgot to do on the app, won’t take me long”, you reassure him. “Okay sweetie, I’ll be off to sleep”, he pecks your lips, “Don’t stay too much though, you need to rest!”, he chirps while exiting the bathroom and you flash a small smile.

Nothing important. Another lie within a night. About the same person.

You feel your hands getting clammy, not knowing what to do next. Kim Mingyu followed you on Instagram and you’re on the edge of panicking, because you can feel it in your bones that he did it with a purpose in mind. Suddenly, Joshua’s words during the party are brought to the surface again and they’re running laps in your brain, red flags going off left and right.

Then why did you press the follow back button? And most importantly, why are you still waiting over your phone and not going to sleep, wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms?

mingyu_k: you look even better than the photos, sweetheart

Of course he’s flirting, you think to yourself and type an answer, your manicured nails clicking on the screen.

its_yn: is that what you tell to every girl you follow?

Mingyu is currently laying on the king-sized bed of his hotel suite, only in a pair of tight, black boxers, quietly chuckling at your response, not wanting to wake up the naked girl who’s blissfully asleep right next to him - probably tired after getting railed by him after the party.

mingyu_k: only the ones who get my attention right away

He watches the three dots bounce on the screen of his phone and scoffs lightly when you reply to his message.

its_yn: sure sir playboy supermodel

mingyu_k: you’re flattering me, sweetheart

its_yn: don’t let it get to your head though

mingyu_k: that would be me getting in your pretty lil head, babe

mingyu_k: you thought i didn’t notice the way you were looking at me during the catwalk?

“Fuck”, you curse under your breath, feeling yourself heat up by each passing second, basically driven into a corner by Mingyu - how the hell did he notice you? There were so many people in the front rows and he walked on the catwalk for what? Thirty seconds? A minute? You couldn’t understand.

But it was so adrenaline-inducing, this little push and pull game you’ve both started, with no intentions of stopping any time soon, despite the underlying danger.

its_yn: so what? Is it a bad thing to admire a handsome person at work?

Mingyu smirks like a devil at your latest message and he glances over to the asleep girl, shifting a bit further away from her to open his camera and take a pic of his spread thighs and then another one, pressing ‘send’ immediately.

mingyu_k sent two photos.

You open the messages and your mouth goes agape at the sight of Mingyu’s deliciously muscular thighs being spread on the mattress. But the second picture is even worse - his perfectly sculptured face smirking in the camera, craning his neck backwards on purpose to flex it and the hint of his taut chest, oh God, his fucking chest-

its_yn: you’re fucking insane

mingyu_k: so what? Is it a bad thing to share pics with another pretty person?

mingyu_k: or are you scared of your pretty lil gentleman finding out?

“God, you fucking asshole”, you breathe out and run your hand through your hair in frustration.

its_yn: it’s getting late you know

mingyu_k: does my princess want her beauty sleep?

its_yn: i’m not your princess, mingyu

mingyu_k: of course you aren’t

mingyu_k: go back to your pretty prince baby, he’s probably waiting for you

its_yn: just don’t text me again

mingyu_k: I won't. but you will

its_yn: maybe in your dreams

mingyu_k: the only dreams you’ll see are yours with me, babe

All while you close your phone in a panic and silently go back to bed, slipping into Joshua’s arms, hoping his embrace would wash away your worries and guilt, Mingyu is laying back on the bed, a dirty, triumphant grin plastered on his face.

“What Kim Mingyu wants, Kim Mingyu will get it”, he mutters, licking the corner of his lips, shutting his eyes and letting sleep take over him.

Your sleep was terrible, to say the least.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the short conversation you had with Mingyu in your dms and you most certainly couldn’t stop thinking about the pictures he sent you. Yes, Joshua did warn you about his mannerisms, but you never expected he’d be so… direct with you. It made you nervous, but it also lit a spark inside you - as if the sudden attention he was giving you made you feel… wanted.

To be completely honest, you still love Joshua. But the amount of time you both have invested in your respective work has definitely dealt a damage to your relationship - in the most intimate part of it, specifically. In other words, you haven’t had sex with your boyfriend in almost a month. Waking up at completely different hours and returning home late has become a part of your routines and you aren’t even married yet.

Even today, you woke up alone, Joshua’s side completely empty and cold on the bed of the suite you were staying in. To his defense though, he did leave you a small note, apologizing for having to catch a different flight than you back to Seoul, saying he’d text you as soon as he gets to Incheon Airport.

You groggily get up and go to the bathroom, hoping a cold shower would wake you up and a rich breakfast at the hotel restaurant would charge you with much-needed energy before the trip back home.

About an hour later, you’re back in the room, taking your clothes out of the closet and carefully folding them and placing them in your suitcase. You check the time on your phone and opt to take a quick picture, uploading it on Instagram as a story, captioning it with “packing up for home <3”. Seeing you still have some time before checking out of the hotel, you decide to sit on the balcony, enjoying the beautiful view in front of you.

You had visited Paris on your first year anniversary with Joshua and you had the time of your life. You smile softly as you remember the fond memories you created with your beloved boyfriend, the walks you shared along the Elysian fields, on top of the Eiffel Tower.

Your phone rings all of a sudden, snapping you out of your dreamy state. You open the screen and cold sweat washes over your body as you see a new message from Mingyu, who happened to be the first one to see your story.

mingyu_k: only one suitcase, huh? did your prince charming leave you alone already?

"No rest for the wicked, huh", you scoff and open the chat, typing out your answer.

its_yn: none of your business

its_yn: it won't be long before I'm with him again anyways

You hope this will shut him up and leave you at your peace.

But of course not.

mingyu_k: maybe you will, maybe you won’t

its_yn: what the hell is that supposed to mean

mingyu_k: i’m just saying you might be led astray in the meantime, sweetheart

its_yn: by who? you?

mingyu_k: that’s on you, angel

You wanted to throw your phone off the balcony and scream out of frustration. Because Kim Mingyu was definitely frustrating you to no end. Why you? What was that made him stick to you like a leech in such a short period of time?

You’ve been thrown into a spiral of thoughts and guilt since last night, your little talk with Mingyu and his very provocative pics not letting you sleep peacefully, making your panties a mess - all while Joshua was sound asleep right next to you.

You shake your head sideways and try to get a grip of yourself. You huff and enter the room again, taking your suitcase and leaving the room, riding the elevator down to the reception and checking out earlier, hoping you’ll catch an earlier flight home.

You exit the hotel and go straight to the taxi waiting outside the hotel entrance, the driver helping you put the suitcase in the car. “Where to, miss?”, “Charles de Gaulle airport, please”, “Right away, miss”, the driver reassures you and you sit back comfortably, pulling out your phone to check whether you can change your ticket to an earlier flight. You call, hoping you’ll find a seat in time and after a quarter of talking on the phone, you manage to book a seat in business class with the 13:20 flight to Seoul.

The taxi ride passes in a blur and you find yourself bolting out of the car after paying the driver, rushing to pay for your ticket and get your luggage checked, your hands getting clammy. This is why I hate last minute changes, you think and groan, taking your luggage back and running to the airplane as fast as you can, completely missing the familiar pair of eyes who follow you until you enter the airplane.

A few minutes later, you’re safely in the plane, sitting on your seat, which is thankfully right next to the window. You take out your phone and call your boyfriend before your flight takes off.

“Babe?”, “Joshie? Where are you?”, “The flight made a stop at Dubai and I’m kinda stuck here for the time being. Where are you though? I saw your story this morning”, “Ahaha, yeah… About that”, you trail off with an awkward laugh. “You’re on the plane to Seoul, aren’t you?”, he asks with a knowing tone. “Okay fine, the flight departs in ten minutes! I couldn’t stay in Paris anymore. Especially alone”, you pout and he chuckles. “Did my angel get homesick already?”, “Yeah, kinda…”, “It’s okay, baby. Be patient and we’ll see each other again soon”, Joshua reassures you and the warmth of his tone calms you down.

For now.

“Attention please. The plane will depart shortly. You’re kindly requested to take your seats and fasten your seat belts”, you hear the announcement by the air hostess. “Hey Joshie?”, “I heard it, angel”, “Gotta go now”, “Okay, have a safe flight home, Y/N”, “You too, Josh”, you tell him and turn off the phone, fastening your seatbelt.

“Eager to see your prince charming, aren’t you, sweetheart?”, a deep voice is heard right next to you and you freeze in your seat as you turn around and see none other than Kim Mingyu sitting right next to you. On the same plane.

“What are you doing here?!”, “Getting ready to enjoy my flight, sweetheart”, Mingyu grins playfully and you feel absolutely powerless, cornered in your seat - quite literally. “Is this even your seat?”, you scoff, trying to ignore him, but he chuckles and fishes out his ticket. “Does that answer your question?”, he places it in your lap and to your dismay, the number of his seat is indeed the one right next to yours.

“Just my fucking luck”, you mutter under your breath. “Why the long face, Y/N? I think we could have a great time together”, Mingyu purrs in your ear and the hairs on the back of your neck are standing straight, his seductive tone already messing with your brain. “What is your problem, Mingyu?”, you face him, “Why are you so attached to me all of a sudden?”. You notice how his eyes darken, flashing his pearly white canines with a sultry smirk and you try to keep your composure because fuck, he looks so goddamn sexy and irresistible.

“You’ve piqued my interest, sweetheart. You’re beautiful, smart and successful - the last one without getting involved in drama, which is rare in our days”, he explains smoothly, his hand resting on your thigh. “May I remind you that I’m also taken?”, you swat his hand away, “I have a boyfriend, in case you forgot it”, you retort with a smile, but a rather venomous tone. “Your loyalty to your prince charming is adorable, Y/N”, “His name is-”, “Joshua Hong, yes, I’m fully aware of his name and his occupation”, Mingyu cuts you off with a light sneer, “But it’s that exact detail that attracts me, my dear”, “Do you thrive from ruining other people’s relationships, Kim Mingyu?”, “I thrive from reminding people what it feels like to be truly wanted again, Y/N L/N”, he inches closer, his hand resting under your chin, lips merely centimeters away from yours, “And I know for a fact that someone like you deserves to be treated like a fucking princess and not left alone to attend some business”, he finishes his sentence, punctuating the last part, his words sharp as a knife piercing your heart.

Because he was absolutely right.

“And what makes you think Joshua doesn’t treat me like a princess?”, you ask Mingyu with a raised eyebrow, the man in front of you scoffing and laughing afterwards. “Two things”, he swiftly replies, his finger running down your cheek. “One, your lil’ prince isn’t here with you, as he should have. Two..”, he mutters and leans in your ear.

“I’m right here and ready to do anything you want me to, sweetheart”.

“Fuck, Mingyu!”, you moan on his shoulder, your nails digging into his golden skin as he rams his cock inside you, your back pressed on the wall of the cramped airplane restroom. “Goddamnit, babe, you’re so fucking -ugh!- small, so tight”, Mingyu breathes in your ear, deep groans echoing in the small space, along with the squelching sounds of your pussy and your wetness dripping down his thick shaft with each thrust. “Y-You’re so b-big, Mingyu, so fucking thick!”, you look at him, biting your bottom lip to keep your noises down. “Oh yeah? You love the way I’m fucking your brains out, baby? Filling your tiny cunt to the brim?”, he smirks, hips relentlessly snapping against your ass, “Look at you, getting railed in such a tiny place, by the man you wanted to avoid the most…Ironic, isn’t it?”, he places sloppy kisses across your jawline, drawing mewl after mewl from your lips. “S-Shut up”, you whine and clench around his cock, making him chuckle darkly. “Stop pretending, sweetheart, I know you love this as much as I do~”, Mingyu grips the back of your thighs, pushing them nearly flat on your chest. You couldn’t think straight at this point, your mind filled with Mingyu and his cock stretching you out so deliciously, his sharp thrusts hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“M-Mingyu-”, “You’re gonna cum already, baby? Gonna cream my cock like the good little slut you are?”, Mingyu mocks you,but you can’t bring yourself to reply, your brain turned to putty from the amount of pleasure you’re receiving. “Just make me cum already!”, you whine and slot one hand between your legs, rubbing your clit in rapid circles. “Fuck, I’m close, baby. Gonna cum”, “Cum in me”,”You-”, “Just do it, you asshole!”, you grit your teeth at him and Mingyu growls, his cock exploding inside you, thick ropes of cum painting your throbbing walls white.

You’re breathing unevenly, still clinging onto Mingyu, your lower half feeling like jello. He carefully puts you down, his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you from falling down. “Are you trying to be a gentleman now?”, you groan as you feel his cum run down your inner thigh. “I’m always a gentleman, sweetheart”, he tilts your head upwards with his hand under your chin, placing a gentle kiss, his soft lips pressing on yours for a split second, before pulling away to admire your utterly disheveled state. “Fuck you, Kim Mingyu”, you accidentally moan and he pushes you on the wall again, slamming his fingers in your abused hole, pumping them steadily to make you push out all of his cum. “You just did that, sweetheart. In a fucking airplane, where anyone could walk in, you got railed like a pretty little cockhungry slut”, he sneers with a mocking tone, “But you enjoyed it, didn’t you, baby? You enjoyed getting your cunt filled with my cum, huh?”, he continues thrusting his fingers, more of his cum dripping down. “F-Fuck, I did! You fucked me so good, Mingyu!”, you whimper weakly and he stops his movements, withdrawing his fingers from your core.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it, sweetheart?”, his demeanor changes immediately, his lips twitching in a cocky smirk. “You’re…a menace”, you look up at him with exhaustion in your eyes. “I know”, he chuckles and straightens up, tidying himself up and smoothing over his appearance. “W-What are you doing?”, “Baby, the flight isn’t over yet. Don’t wanna give the wrong impression to the other passengers”, Mingyu simply states, ready to open the door. “You better tidy up yourself too before landing home, sweetheart. Would be a real pity if your prince charming saw you in that state”, he nods while scanning your half-naked body, his words reminding you of what you just did.

You just cheated on Joshua. With the one man you were supposed to stay away from.

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what are your svt fic recs??? like your holy grail??

took me a while to put this together BUT here it is!

disclaimer that i've been a carat for like . a month so it's a stretch to say i've read a lot of svt content. tho from what i've consumed so far, my favorites are listed under the cut :>

i'll start with the ones i found on ao3 first hehe

push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by dontflailmenow × tags: s.coups x reader; camboy!cheol, enemies to lovers

the first EVER svt fic i've read, and it was just so WOW!!!! basically, reader recently broke up w her ex, which is seungcheol's best friend. cheol and mc aren't on the best of terms (always arguing etc.) so when she realizes that the camboy she's been lusting over to get over her ex turns out to be cheol, some...problems start to arise i'm pretty sure i saw this one around tumblr but i'm too lazy to find the op's blog i'm so sorry HEUUUHEU but i really loved it to pieces, and it ultimately flung me into svt fanfic tumblr altogether :D

The bore next door by HoneyAteez × tags: wonwoo x reader; blind dates, suffocation via cock LOL

another fic that i am fairly sure is cross-posted on tumblr too, but can't be assed to find -- your mother sets you up with good neighbor jeon wonwoo, and he turns out to be the worst sexual deviant on the face of the earth, fucking the soul out of your body right after the first date.

Walking in Traffic by versigny × tags: mingyu x reader; soulmate au, teens being teens

literally crying as i type this because it's one of the most beautiful coming of age stories i've ever read, and it was written back when i was still in mf HIGH SCHOOL 😭 reader and gyu find out they're soulmates way too early, and pretty much despise each other growing up, but they eventually come to terms with their soul bond along the line.

close proximity by chilligyu × tags: mingyu x reader; roommates, LOTS OF ANGST

there's no explicit smut in this one, but the plot twists and the narration itself threw me in for SUCH a goddamn loop that it would be a hate crime not to include this here. mingyu becomes reader's roommate upon bff!wonwoo's recommendation, and they and up falling for each other, and [gets dragged off stage because spoilers]

now for the tumblr recs!

sapiosexual by @smileysuh × tags: s.coups x reader; sugar daddy au, psych daddy!cheol,,,,

it's a pretty straightforward sugar daddy au, but what makes it different is how it's written, y'know? cheol clearly lays all of the details for he and reader to agree on, making sure all the boundaries are clear and there aren't any blurred lines. seungkwan as your best friend is also a really enjoyable addition (he's the one who coined the term psych daddy LOL), AND i just love the author's humor in general.... quirofilia [bursts out laughing]

A Break by @smileysuh (again bc i'm obsessed w their work) × tags: mingyu x reader x wonwoo; svt as babysitters, budding poly

so op has an entire assortment of meanie poly fics, but this one is probably my most favorite bc it touches on a more endearing and responsible side to mingyu :') he and reader just can't sit down and fuck because he's busy worrying about their child every ten minutes LOL. enter jeon wonwoo, who is not only baby saebyeok's favorite uncle, but has been pining for the reader since time immemorial. of course, gyu has known all along, and asks them if they're both down to have a threesome (this is literally a terrible way to summarize the story, but i suggest you just read it <3) OH OH bonus: hoshi tries to sacrifice the baby to the tiger gods in a summoning circle made of tiger plushies. if that doesn't sell this fic for you, i don't know WHAT will

Love, Actually by @haet-sal × tags: jun x reader; cheating but not really? whipped single dad!jun

aka the fic that catalyzed my jun brain damage. reader works as jun's secretary but she isn't very...good at her job, but he keeps her around anyway bc 1.) his kid likes her, and 2.) HE likes her. problem is: she has a boyfriend-not-boyfriend, but Because that boyfriend-not-boyfriend is an asshole, she kind of uses jun as a constant rebound, poor guy (it has a happy ending tho i promise!!)

an untitled dk friends 2 lovers by @husbandhoshi × tags: dk x reader; idiots in love

this is actually preceded by 2 more drabbles from the op, but i'm linking this one specifically bc it made me physically long for big dick boyfriend lee seokmin. the thing i like most about smut written for dk is that he's ALWAYS so fun and endearing and lovable in bed, and what's more is that this one's a friend to lovers fic, so there's YEARS worth of pining and puppy love to spice up the sex hehehehehehe it really really deserves more recognition !!

right where you left me by @tonicandjins × tags: wonwoo x reader; exes getting back together, ANGST

i have a shitty memory so i can't go into the specifics on what this fic is about. it's one of the first ones i read on tumblr, but it's been a hot minute but i DO remember writhing in bed right after reading it, so it definitely earns a spot on the rec list! reader and wonwoo lived together in their hometown, but had to break up when wonwoo moves to seoul and he just couldn't make any compromises. bonus points for best friend hoshi on this one <;3

that's pretty much it for now! i'm so sorry if any of the authors mentioned didn't want to be tagged 🤒🤒 i just thought i'd share my thoughts abt ur work while sharing them w the rest of my followers UEUEUEUE

#🍵 tea time #anon #📁 kai's fic recs #if you have any recs 4 me just leave an ask HEHE #always down to gobble up gewd content #recs: seventeen 💎

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