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strawberryjmilk · 2 years

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closed apparitions ♥︎ wen junhui

synopsis : a game of truth or dare turns sinister as you’re dared to venture though a haunted building and capture evidence of the ghost living there, unaware of the demon beside you.

cw : gender neutral / no pronouns used. demon!junhui. touring an abandoned crematorium. reader calls him junnie ; he calls them angel.

You're snuggled up in an oversized hoodie that belongs to Joshua, hand stuck in the bag of pretzels beside of you as Soonyoung does his dare. Seungkwan and Chan laugh loudly at the poor excuse of a lap dance he's giving an empty chair, the sound echoing around the bonfire. You stiffle your own laugh, hiding it between munches of your chosen snack.

A nudge on your hand has you facing Jun curiously. He's staring at you intensely before he breaks, a smile covering his serious expression as he holds out his hand. Plonking a handful of pretzels into his open palm, the blond leans closer to you as Jeonghan whines loudly about his dare. "Thanks, angel."

He'd called you by the pet-name since you were introduced to each other. You shyly grin back, knocking your foot against his before your attention is taken away. Vernon has his eyes on you, mischief crawling up his face. "Truth or dare Y/N?"

You swallow the pretzel you'd been eating, deciding immediately. "Dare me, Vern."

"Oh, uh—" Vernon didn't think you'd choose dare. Or, he did and just hadn't thought of one yet. He leans over to Seungcheol before Minghao is tapping his arm with a grin. Nodding, Vernon turns his attention back to you. "I— we dare you to go to the old crematorium and tour the whole buidling. If you see something, then that's proof there's a ghost there."

"Not alone," Wonwoo is quick to interject. He sees your worried face and shakes his head at the trio. "Y/N is not going out alone right now. It's dark and dangerous."

Minghao shrugs, "you can bring Jun, then. He hasn't had a turn in a while."

Worriedly, you chew on your lip and look at the blond who sits to your right. He shrugs, shooting Minghao a glare. "Up to you, angel. Can always say no and take the opt out option."

You look at the trio again. "Just like, a picture of a ghost?"

"Sure," Vernon nods. "Just one little picture of a ghost."

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You're walking up the street to the abandoned building, breaths coming out in mist before you. You huddle further into the hoodie you're wearing, the fear settling in when you finally approach the crematorium. Jun is beside you, walking casually as he holds the flashlight Seungcheol sent with you.

"Jun," you find yourself speaking up. The blond turns his head to you, eyes bouncing to your frown before he's staring ahead once again. "Is it okay— can I—," you let out a huff. "Is it okay if I hold onto you while we walk around?"

Jun's face brightens as he holds his left arm out to you. "Hold on as long as you'd like, angel. I'll keep us safe."

That's how you find yourself walking up creaking stairs — your right arm bent into Jun's left one, holding his arm close to your body. A shiver overcomes you immedately as you cross the threshold of the entrance. Clutching Jun's arm closer to you brings a small swell of comfort crashing into you.

"Hello ghosts, please be kind to us," you sing out nervously. Jun sends a crooked half-smile your way as he hears the waver in your voice. The both of you walk further into the building, eyes peeled for any sudden movements and ears ready to hear any unknowing noises. "We just want a little picture of you, that's all. We mean no harm, so you shouldn't either."

The blond raises a brow your way, something you're oblivious to as your widened eyes take in as much as you can. Jun bumps his shoulder against yours, his left arm being folded into his side as he brings you closer. "Are you supposed to talk to them? I didn't think you were."

"Well," you're biting your lip again as you look around. His attention is drawn there, eyes hazy and unfocused as he watches you. "It seems rude to just barge in on their space without warning them, right?"

This was why he decided to give you that nickname — angel. It seemed dumb to others, naive maybe, how you acted. But, Jun thought you were so impossibly kind and gentle with everything you did. You didn't touch any of the items in the kitchen, and you let out a small apology when you bumped into any objects. Jun was so fond of you — so intent on always making sure you were safe and taken care of.

A sudden wave of nausea hits you as you enter the next room. You reach out to the nearest wall, keeping a hand there as a dizzy spell hits you next. Jun keeps his eyes on you, only darting to look at the far wall when a sound is heard. You let out a heavy breath, "don't feel good at all right now, Junnie."

"Let's get you out of here, then. " The blond speaks gently, grabbing your arms and tugging you out of the room. When you're in the hallway, the nausea falls quieter and the dizziness goes away completely. You're left with a small headache as you lean against the boy with you, a hum leaving your throat as he rubs the back of your head softly. "There you go, that's it. Feeling better?"

"Yeah," you breathe out. You peel yourself away from him slowly, noticing the amount of concern swirling in his eyes. Jun scowls over your shoulder, back into the room that had made you sick so suddenly. You snort at his glare, a half-hearted smile on your face. "Let's get going?"

Jun looks to you, bending his knees so you were eye-level now. His voice is serious and stern, the jokester you're used to nowhere in sight. "We can go back and say there wasn't anything here, angel. Don't need you feeling bad again. We can opt out and head home."

"M'okay," you whisper back. Bravely, you lean forward so your nose brushes against his, keeping eye contact. "Promise I'm alright, Junnie. We can keep going."

Jun sighs, nodding his head before he stands up straight. Holding out his left hand for you, he speaks again. "Jus' hang onto me, hm? Don't let go of my hand."

You both venture through the crematorium once again, hearing the walls creak and the floor groan. You hold onto Jun's hand tightly, eyes scouring every inch of the building. You make it to the back, nothing to be seen on your trek so far. Letting out a sigh, you nod slowly. "So far so good, right?"

"Yeah," Jun agrees. His eyes hover over your shoulder and he lets go of your hand. A gust of wind brushes against your left arm, crawling up to your neck as you shiver once more. Jun slings his arm across your shoulders, tugging you closer to him nonchalantly. The chill goes away wiht his touch and you feel your body relaxing immediately. "Getting cold, angel? I'll warm you up."

The entrance of the crematorium is in reach now, and nothing else had happened. No nausea ; no dizzy spells ; no sudden chill. Jun keeps you latched to his side, his arm falling from your shoulders and wrapping around your hips instead. You make it out of the building safely, pout on your face at the lack of evidence you'd found.

"Too bad we couldn't get a picture," you say as you step into the street. You can hear your friends' cheers from where you are, the light of the bonfire coloring the sky orange. "Would've been kind of cool, I think."

Jun hums, resting his head on top of yours as you walk. "Told you I'd keep you safe, angel. I'm a man of my word."

You grin, eyes dropping to the ground shyly. You nuzzle your nose into Jun's neck lightly, savoring the warmth that radiates from his body. As you speak up again, you miss the way Jun's eyes flash black as his head turns back to the crematorium.

Of course nothing happened ; the ghosts haunting that building would never disobey their prince, now would they?

—— ♥︎ —— wouldve had this out sooner but i rewatched buzzfeed unsolved episodes for ‘research’ and ofc got distracted. thank you for reading! any feedback is appreciated and as always requests are open ♥︎ strawberryjmilk © 2022 do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform.

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bittersweet-folder · 6 months

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~□☆ seventeen imagines:

☆Types of kinks I think Seventeen has [hyung line version]

[ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT JUST FUCK OFF IF YOU DON'T LIKE THINGS LIKE THESE:) ]

[ Maknae line version ]

• masterlist • ps: reader here is a female with vagina and breasts and identifies as a female as well •

☆Seungcheol: (soft dom who goes hard eventually)

Breeding kink: this man wants kids so bad. Of course he'll talk with you about it and if you don't want kids he'll still love to fill you up with your consent of course.

Foreplay: please we all know he radiates big dick energy. Hence he needs to prepare you well before he uses the actual thing.

Very light bondage: loves tying up your hand with a piece of silk cloth

Creampie: he can and will make you cum more than once. And will make you squirt too <3

Praise kink: He. Has. A. Huge. Praise. Kink. He literally worships you and your body and well how good you're doing.

Daddy kink: self explanatory im hoping.

Thigh riding: he loves to see you struggle to get off, on his thigh without his help.

Extras: he's always so ready to try different positions when you tell him to.

☆Jeonghan: (switch with a sub lean who teases you a lot)

Edging: this man loves, literally loves to control your orgasm so that you cum hard later.

Oral fixation: either you are giving him the best head of his life or he's pussy drunk so he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow.

Sensory deprivation: he loves it when you blindfold him he loves the adrenaline rush he gets while anticipating what you might do next.

Pegging: he took a lot of time to open up about this and when he did he had the best experience ever.

Degradation: when he's taking control he will be like "only my fucking cock can make you feel this way and make a moaning mess of you right kitten" and so on<3

Overstimulation: he wants, sorry needs you to push his limits. It goes the same way around for you as well.

Extras: this man is very vocal. He will moan loudly. And has the ability to make you moan loudly as well.

☆Joshua: (the soft yet mean asf dom)

Edging: he loves to see how frustrated you get when he stops and doesn't lets you cum.

Shower sex: very self explanatory I'm hoping

Cockwarming: the warm feeling of your pussy around his cock. He loves it when you squeeze around his cock too.

Dacryphilia: he loves to make you cry on his cock, literally loves to see how desperate you become to reach your orgasms. "Fucking hell you're so pretty when you cry baby" that's what Joshua says.

Squirting: again, he loves to make you cry so he would push your limits a little bit if you give him the consent.

Praise kink: "being such a good girl for me yeah" "you're doing so fucking good baby" "you're driving me crazy do you realize that" yeah this man would go crazy.

Extras:he sometimes would let you ride<3 he would have his hands grabbing your hips while you ride him and cry on his cock<3.

☆Jun: ( soft dom through and through until he's- well- all riled up )

Edging: with his fingers and mouth until he uses the real thing.

Marking: he loves, literally loves to give you hickeys on your neck.

Creampie: he can and will make you cum twice to fill you up.

Overstimulation: he's soo pussy drunk he craves and needs more.

Bondage: he likes tying your hands only if you're okay with it and will try something new as well if you talk about it to him.

Sensory deprivation: he loves to blindfold you. Also he's into wax play

Mirror sex: this man's a menace as we all know. He literally loves the position where you're bent over on the edge of the bed while the mirror right beside the bed displays everything. He'll make you look at yourself while whispering "see how it's me who makes you scream like this baby". Yeah he's a menace.

Extras: he has a thing for you in lingeries because he loves foreplay.

☆Wonwoo (soft to kinda hard dom)

Edging: he enjoys it so much when you get frustrated because he isn't letting you cum. Oh and he will make you cry outta too much pleasure later on.

Dacryphilia: he will make you cry on his cock. No one can stop.

Choking: I hope that's self explanatory or should I say he loves it when silent moans slip from your lips and squirm a bit under him.

Daddy kink: I mean you can't convince me that this man doesn't have a daddy kink.

Degradation: oh he gets cocky on how you're crying on his cock begging for more.

Thigh riding: he loves it when you ride his thigh while hold onto him and he will kiss you while doing so with his hand on your hips while the other hand caressing through your hair.

Very light bondage: like tying your hands or just holding your hands together by the wrist while he thrust hard.

Extras: he has a thing for skirts because he likes how it slides up to your waist during the process and how easy access he gets as well, he can and will make you sit on his lap.

☆Woozi (switch with a dom lean but a switch)

Foreplay: he loves the intimacy of those kisses and touches all over each other's body before the actual thing takes place.

Creampie: this man loves it in a messy way with his cum dripping outta your pussy.

Squirting: told ya he loves it so so messy getting his freaking studio couch wet.

Slight like very slight exhibitionism: since he's fucking you in his studio.

Reverse cowgirl: this man loves literally lovesss groping your ass.

Mommy kink: he has a mommy kink you can't tell me otherwise. He gets very vocal when you ride him. He loves it when you take control and make a mess of him.

Praise kink: showers you with praise and makes you remember that you're the prettiest girl he's ever laid his eyes on.

Extras: he'll make you sit on his cock for hours when he's working. He relishes that warming yet tight feeling of your pussy.

☆Hoshi: (a pure switch with a slight sub lean)

Marking: he loves leaving bite marks and hickeys on your neck and chest.

Mommy kink: he'll moan so fucking loudly and lewdly when you ride and call him a babyboy.

Praise kink: it goes both ways. He showers you with praise. You shower him with praise as well.

Orgasm control: in other words edging. He has to see you struggling to cum. He wants you to beg for it as well.

Oral fixation: he's so pussy drunk too. He'll eat you out as well as finger you until you can't take it any more.

Creampie: another man who loves it so so messy. He'll make you squirt eventually as well and then he'll eat you out just to overstimulate you more.

Overstimulation: the sight of you squirming and crying on how good he makes you feel is literally heaven to him

Extras: he has a great stamina and will go on all night long in various positions until you're crying. He likes to bend you over on the table the most.

~~☆~~

a/n: I'm working on that Hoshi fanfic presently but i can't guarantee you when exactly I'll post.

Also here's the taglist till now: @hongmingoo @shuabby1994 , @nishloves , @unlikelysublimekryptonite , @asyre , @yumiyumis-blog

[If anyone wants to be in the taglist please comment under this post]

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sluttywoozi · 1 month

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Interlude No. 7 | wjh x f!reader

Interlude No. 7: You snap at Jun and he teaches you a lesson in the art of patience.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.6k | Pairing: wjh x f!reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: fingering, edging, orgasm delay/denial, piv sex, creampie

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, referred to with she/her pronouns

You regret snapping at Jun the very moment the words leave your stress-bitten lips.

“Can I not have just five minutes of goddamn peace in this house?”

You shudder thinking about the frustration and impatience in your voice, the ringing of your words in the otherwise silent bathroom, the way Jun immediately shrunk into himself and left without a word.

You were in the middle of your skincare routine when he came in, coming up behind you to settle his hands on your hips before asking where the extra formula was. You told him, for what had to be the fourth time, that you keep it on top of the fridge, that it’s exactly where it’s been since you bought it.

He hummed and nodded, squeezing your hips in apology before saying, “Right, I remember now. How much should I use, though? I don’t know how hungry he is, you normally feed him.”

You took a deep, centering breath and responded, “Half a scoop in the bottle, fill the rest with water.”

“Okay, perfect. And where are the-”

That third question, that’s when you snapped.

You shouldn't have, and you know this, but if you’re being honest, all you wanted was to get through your skincare routine uninterrupted. You don’t think that’s a big thing to ask, especially when you haven’t been able to carry out the sequence in a timely manner since you brought the baby home.

There’s always something to be done, a mess to be cleaned, a question to be answered. It’s been weeks since you had even a modicum of personal time, both by yourself and with your fiance, and you knew you were stretched thin, but you didn’t realize you were about to break.

However, you have to admit that Jun isn’t to blame for his lack of knowledge, not when he’s working and you’re doing the brunt of the caring. You hate that you got irritated with him for asking questions you wouldn’t have known the answer to if you were him, and you hate even more that you couldn’t keep it inside and instead let your frustrations out on him.

After that, you barely even felt like finishing out your routine, though you went through the motions anyway, not wanting it all to have been for nothing. You also, perhaps, wanted to hide from him and your shame for a little bit longer.

Now here you sit on the bed, psyching yourself up to approach him and apologize.

He’s your fiance, it should be easy to say sorry to him, you tell yourself.

Truthfully, you don’t want to come face to face with his downturned mouth or his muted spirit or his big, sad eyes. You’re expecting all three, and you just know the combination will feel like a punch to the gut. It’s what you deserve though, for the way you acted.

So you force yourself to stand up and amble to the door, your steps weary and your shoulders tense. You’ve just opened it and entered the hallway when you hear Jun’s soft voice, barely traveling to where you stand.

“We’re gonna be spending some more time together, baby. I think I’ve been working and leaving mommy alone with you too much, she needs to be able to take care of herself too.”

You tiptoe down the hall and peek around the cased opening, finding Jun sitting on the couch with his back to you and your seven week old foster kitten held up in his hands so they’re eye to eye. Peanut blinks his big eyes, seemingly listening to Jun and content to be cradled in his big, warm hands.

Every hint of exasperation melts away as your heart swells, leaving you feeling weak enough you have to rest against the wall to hold yourself up. You’re about to stumble your way into the living room when a knock sounds on the front door, making you jump and wonder who could be here at this hour.

Sure, it’s only nine PM, but it’s nearly your little family’s bedtime, your schedule much more regular now that you have a kitten to care for. Jun doesn’t seem fazed by the visitor, rising from the couch smoothly and hugging Peanut to his chest as he turns to walk toward the hall.

He does startle when he sets eyes on you, before he sends you a boxy grin and smooches your cheek on his way to the front door. You follow him on light feet, watching as he carefully sets Peanut in his carrier and picks up a canvas bag. The door opens to reveal Wonwoo, who takes both the cat and the bag without much fanfare.

“See you tomorrow, Peanut. We love you,” Jun calls, waving as Wonwoo returns to his car before closing and locking the front door. He faces you next and smiles a bit more shyly, taking your hand and guiding you to the bedroom without speaking.

“What’s going on?” You ask cluelessly, your fingers clinging tightly to his when he tries to pull away.

“I thought you could use a night off, so Peanut is having a sleepover with his cousins,” he says nervously. “I hope that’s okay. I can go sleep on the couch if you want to be completely alone.”

“No!” You exclaim before continuing, “I mean, the sleepover is sweet and thoughtful, and I do need a night off, but I don’t want to be alone without you.” Your other hand flies up to grab his and pull him to sit on the bed next to you. “You’re not upset with me for earlier?”

Jun shakes his head rapidly, his hair tousling on his forehead, “Of course I’m not upset with you, baby. You just needed a break.”

“Well… I’m sorry, anyway,” you frown, playing with his fingers. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“It happens,” he shrugs easily, brushing the moment off like it’s nothing.

You’re lucky to be engaged to someone who balances you out, who can withstand your high strung tendencies, who understands when you’re overstimulated and stressed and knows how to make it better.

God, you love him. And you want him to fuck you brainless.

It’s been hard to find time for intimacy lately, between raising a kitten and trying to get enough sleep, and you’re aching for him in a way you haven’t felt since his last long business trip.

His sex drive is even higher than yours so you’re sure he’s missed you too, and it takes little more than a look into his eyes and your hand dragging his up your thigh for him to get on board. His lips are on yours before you can take another breath, his other hand freeing itself so he can cup your neck and angle your head to deepen the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance immediately.

You grant it without a second thought, your lips parting for him as his fingers slip into your pajama shorts and skim over your pussy. He loves to tease you, loves to make you gasp and plead before giving you exactly what you want as if he never withheld it from you in the first place.

Usually, you can endure it with no problem, but tonight, you’re desperate.

It’s been weeks since you had the time and energy for more than a messy makeout in the dark, and already you can feel heat gathering deep in your stomach, feel your cunt starting to throb for him.

You pull away to whip your shirt over your head and scooch further onto the duvet, smiling at the way his eyes immediately zero in on your bare breasts. He follows you, climbing up and straddling your waist, pulling his own shirt off before leaning down to kiss you again, his lips hungry and his hands wandering.

His fingers roll your nipples, tugging them, pinching them until your back arches and you whine into his mouth. He swallows it eagerly, responding with a low moan and dragging his hands down your stomach. They can only go so far with him on top of you like this, and you feel him huff against your lips when he realizes he’ll have to move to get your shorts off.

A giggle bubbles out of you as he heaves a dramatic sigh and shifts to lay at your side, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your pajamas and wrenching them down to give him access. You bicycle your legs until you can fling them away, uncaring of where they land now that Jun is slipping one arm under your neck and pulling the leg closest to him over his own to open you up.

His fingers swirl over your stomach and down between your legs, the light touch making you tense in anticipation. You expect him to tease you, to make you wait for it, so you cry out when his fingers coast over your clit and sink right inside, curling into your sweet spot before you’ve even gotten used to the feeling of fullness.

You turn your head to look at him with shocked eyes, and he just smiles to himself and spreads his fingers, scissoring them inside of you and grinding his fingertips against your front wall again. You find you can’t look away now, not when you can watch every expression play out on his face, watch the way his eyebrows furrow when you clench around him and the way he bites his lip when your hips buck into his touch.

He’s so beautiful, your Jun, and so, so, so good with his fingers.

It helps that they’re long, lithe, agile, his knuckles dragging against your squeezing walls as he fucks his fingers in and out of you. They crook into your g-spot every so often, not frequently enough to build you up but enough to make you want more. You always want more of Jun, it’s part of how you got together in the first place.

When you were friends, you wanted more.

When you were dating, you wanted more.

Now that you’re engaged, you still want more.

You have a feeling that this desire for him will never fade, that too much could never be enough, that even after you’ve spent your life with him, you’ll still. want. more.

Thank goodness Jun is always willing to give himself to you, even if he does make you work for it.

You’re working for it right now, fighting not to beg him to just make you cum already, your pussy wet enough that you can hear every thrust of his fingers. You know he can hear it too but you’re long past being embarrassed with him, especially when you get this wet for him every single fucking time.

He’s pleased by it, you can tell by the light flush on his face, the dark look in his eyes, the weight of his gaze on your pussy as it sucks in his moving fingers. Finally, he starts hitting your g-spot with every thrust, his thumb shifting to press flat on your clit and rub tiny circles that make your brain melt.

You gasp and let your head fall back on his arm, your eyes fluttering shut as you feel yourself get closer and closer. It’s almost in sight, your orgasm, you just need a little bit of focus and maybe one more finger.

You open your mouth to ask him for it, but before you can even get a word out, he’s saying, “No, I don’t want you to cum yet.”

“What?” You ask despondently, blinking your eyes open to stare at him in disbelief.

“I want you to wait,” he tilts his wrist to get a better angle, fucking his fingers into you even harder, even faster. “I’ll let you get close, but I don’t want you to cum until I’m inside of you.”

“Why?” You whine brokenly, your hand coming up to grip his arm for strength as he denies you.

“It’s an exercise in patience,” he smirks, his eyes playful when they dart over to connect with yours.

You don’t ask any further questions, gravely accepting his decision and resigning yourself to this new form of teasing.

For what feels like hours, he builds you up and brings you back down, tapping directly into your g-spot then leaving his fingers stagnant inside of you, rubbing your clit with his insistent thumb then shifting it just to the side.

You take it all, blubbering half the time and moaning for the rest, your eyes filling with tears as he pushes you right up to the edge then pulls you right back.

It’s a method of torture you didn’t know him to be capable of, and you can’t help but wonder if there’s more you don’t know. You almost hope there is, because that just means there’s more of Jun to learn (and you always want more).

You wonder how he’s got so much self control. You can feel his dick twitching and leaking under your leg, even through his pajama pants, and if the roles were switched, this would already be over.

It’s getting to the point where you’re on the verge of cumming every other minute, needing less and less from him to work you up, your orgasm dangling so close you can almost taste it.

“Juuuun,” you whimper desperately, unsure of how much more you can take.

He glances over at you and can’t seem to look away, his face growing closer to yours until he’s nose to nose with you, your watering eyes connected with his.

Then he pulls his fingers out, tears down his pants, and fills you with his cock before you even register the emptiness.

The stretch is immaculate, the heat of him otherworldly, the pleasure all consuming.

You suck in a breath, feel yourself bear down, and cum harder than you ever have in your whole goddamn life. It steals your voice and your vision, leaving you to listen to every choked out sound leaving you and every grunt and whimper coming from Jun. His hips smack into yours rapidly, wildly, the drag of his cock inside you intensifying every feeling in your overwrought body.

Your eyes roll back into your head and you shudder against him, your legs trembling and your pussy spasming as he bursts within you, his cum painting your rippling walls and filling you to the brim.

When it’s all over, you don’t move for eons, your eyes gently closed and your body limp in his hold. You sense him pulling out, leaving the bed, cleaning you up with a warm, damp cloth. His fingers smell clean when they drift over your face, he must have washed his hands before coming back. He’s whispering to you as he dresses you in new pajamas, murmuring words you can’t make out in your muddled mind. They soothe you anyway, bring you to the surface enough to blink your eyes open and gaze at him.

He smiles when he notices, cupping your cheeks and brushing his thumbs under your eyes, sweeping away the tears that fell without your notice. You summon enough energy to pucker your lips, and he smiles even wider before pressing his mouth to yours in a sweet, soft kiss.

Soon enough, you’re drifting off again, his head resting on your chest and his arm banded over your stomach, keeping you safe.

He fucks you three more times that night, and when you wake up to a knock on the door and a kitten to care for, you actually do feel like your patience has grown.

AN: i still don't feel super confident writing Jun but I'm glad I tried! I had a good time and I enjoy him immensely!

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mangocustard16 · 3 months

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BOYFRIEND JUNHUI WHO...

pairing: idol!junhui x reader genre: fluff, headcanons, established relationship warnings: mentions of food, poison, skinship wc: almost 200 a/n: reader is shorter than junhui in this one i'm sorry tall people i'm just jealous

bf! junhui who always eats your food before you just to make sure it's not poisoned

bf! junhui who finishes every show you start together before you can go through half of it. just to spoil

bf! junhui who never lets you leave without eating breakfast

bf! junhui who always makes you a cake for your birthday

bf! junhui who always goes grocery shopping with you and buys anything you randomly throw in the cart

bf! junhui who hides his favorite snacks on the shelf you can't reach

bf! junhui who picks you up whenever you need a ride home even if it’s 2 am

bf! junhui who notices little changes like haircuts and new nails

bf! junhui who remembers all your orders at different food places

bf! junhui who makes you a playlist of songs to listen to on your way to work

bf! junhui who loves when you play with hair while cuddling

bf! junhui who trails his kisses from your ears to your neck

bf! junhui who insists that you must adopt the neighborhood cat

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toruro · 1 year

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— ✧ like crazy

it's gon' be a good night ... forever you and i (like crazy / jimin)

pairing: wen junhui x reader

description: you're at his mercy in the palm of his hand, but jun is just as wrapped around your little finger.

tags: smut (18+), soft dom! jun, choking, spit kink, finger sucking, jun calls u 'pretty' a lot, possibly the best smut i have written yet

w/c: 1.6k

a/n: i wrote this high and listening to like crazy on repeat. i apologize for the person i may have turned into.

"atta girl." cool fingers drift from your collar bone up your neck, tracing the curve of your jawline before tapping at your cheek. your lips part unconsciously, sucking in his digits as he presses the smooth pads of his fingers onto your tongue.

jun's cock is buried to the hilt inside your cunt, hips flush against yours as your legs cage him in. tears prick at the corners of your ryes, the feeling of both pain and pleasure blazing a fire across your skin. even after stretching you out with one, two, then three fingers, you're never quite prepared for the way he fills you up so nicely.

his fingers in your mouth are a kind distraction—a moment of peace before the storm you know is sure to come. two digits plunged into your mouth, swiveling in gently in and out, much like his cock would if he chose to stuff your lips with that instead. another time, jun thinks, groaning when you swipe your tongue over one of his fingers.

"easy," he hisses, slipping the filthy, slick fingers out of your puffy lips' hold. you look so pretty beneath him, hair dischelved, lips slightly agape, eyes glossy with lust clouded behind your tears—jun thanks his lucky fucking stars that he's the only one who'll ever get to see you like this. your soft pants draw him close, and he grows dizzy from the way your breaths are in sync with his—the intoxicating rhythm has his cock shifting inside of you when he moves to lace his dirtied hand with yours.

the little muffled noise you make when he drags achingly slow out of you has his length throbbing, and you swear you can feel every little curve and vein on the underside of his cock as they rub against you. "you're addicting," he moans when your fingers latch onto his, holding him so close he feels as if he's one with you. jun can't get enough of you, but with the way your pussy just sucks him in when he juts his hips forward is enough to tell him that you're equally as insatiable.

"jun," you gasp, using your free hand to hook your arm under one thigh and yank your leg up so he can angle himself further into you. "fuck—" the word comes out choked when his next thrust comes down on you brutally.

jun damn near winces when your walls clamp down on him, tight pussy hugging him so nicely—do you know how much you're driving him fucking crazy? "pretty mouth like that," he grunts as his hips toss out sharp thrusts that are increasing in force, but keeping their slow and steady pace, "shouldn't be saying such filthy words."

your hand under your leg grows trembles at his words, and you feel your body already starting to go limp. looking up at him with sparkly eyes that glint under the deep red lights that encase the room, soft apologies slip from your lips. "sorry, junnie," your voice is soft and your body seems to grow more and more pliant, skin pressing against his.

when he lets go of your hand and thrusts shallowly while adjusting his position above you, you're about to spew out desperate words of protest, but the words shrivel on your tongue when that same hand wraps around your throat. your eyes flicker up at him and suddenly the red light becomes even deeper, accentuating jun's features.

he looks so beautiful under the light, dark shadows hugging his jawline and chiseled cheekbones. the brightness of his blonde hair and pearly whites reflect under the warm glow, your heart racing with love and excitement. jun's grip on your neck is firm—it's possessive, it's demanding, it's hot.

you'll do anything for him, and he'll do anything for you.

with one thumb stroking your jaw, jun returns to deep thrusts, this new angle having his tip kiss your cervix. "this pussy made for me, huh?" he groans, glancing down at the wetness that runs all over his length, dripping between your folds and down his balls. the slick causes a filthy sound to bounce off the bedroom walls but hardly audible with the way you're both moaning, panting, heaving for breath.

and it's so addicting, the way your sweet scent is mingling with jun's husky aroma. there's a bit of sweat glistening on his forehead, but all it makes him do is make him look like he's sparkling. you open your mouth to try and say something—say anything—but his eyes are darkening above you and everything is overwhelming your senses.

"my pretty baby can't speak?" jun murmurs, looking down at you with an amused glint when he tightens his grip on your neck. you can still breathe, but the pressure has your eyes lolling back and head nodding dumbly with what comes out of his mouth next. "need something to keep that pretty mouth busy?"

you expect his fingers again, if you're being honest. maybe it's the lack of blood flow to your head, maybe it's the way his cock is hitting all the right spots inside of you, maybe it's how you feel like you're high on his scent alone—you aren't thinking straight.

so when you open your mouth and feel a warm glob of spit drop down from jun's lips land on your tongue, you're surprised you don't cum on the spot. writhing against his hold, you whine when you realize that he's got you trapped. you're trapped, caged in, secure in his hold, but the way he's looking down at you so adoringly reminds you that you wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

if there's a heaven, there isn't a doubt in your mind that it's here. here in this moment between you and jun, so close, so in love, so high on the feeling of being connected. time stops around you two when he brings up a finger to brush some stray spit and drool off your chin, your skin soft and supple under his touch. "god, i fucking love you."

his crushing hold on your throat is too much for you to formulate a response, but jun doesn't care. he doesn't need to hear your response because he knows what you have to say. he knows you love him, and he knows that it's either you together or nothing.

and fuck, you're so beautiful to him under the dim lighting, the curve of your tits bouncing up and down as his thrusts begin to become more sloppy, more erratic as the high you're both chasing edges closer and closer. your hands by your side grip tightly at the sheets and jun is reminded that he's still got your neck under him.

"hold both your legs up for me, pretty," he order, finally letting go of your neck. your vision goes black and white for a sparing moment, senses being knocked back into place before being plunged back into shambles when jun slams into you harder than ever before. the bed slams against the wall, mattress creaking when you quickly scramble to hold both of your legs back, knees pushing up achingly close to your chest.

"junnie—fuck!" you cry out, and the nickname you use has a growl rumbling deep in his throat as he pounds his cock right back into your sopping mess. his fat tip bullies that one sensitive, tender patch in your cunt and you can finally thrash your limbs around freely, yanking jun's face down to press your lips onto his.

you two kiss sloppily, teeth clashing, tongues slipping in and out of lips in a heated mess, wetness coating your chins and cheeks as his hair falls against the side of your face. the sensation is so light it sends shivers down your spine and your legs begin to shake.

"i love it," you moan against jun's warm lips, your head void of any thoughts that aren't him and his cock.

"love what?" jun punctuates the word with sharp snap that you're sure nearly splits you in two.

"you!" you wail, the feeling of it all crashing down on you. you orgasm has been bubbling up for a while now, but with the sheer force and love that jun is pounding into you, you can't take it any longer. "love you," your words come out broken and your eyes shut tight as you experience this moment in high definition, orgasm wracking through your body.

jun's soft whispers of, "cum f'me, pretty," as he hovers above your face drive you off the edge at such a speed that it has your vision blacking out, and then there's the familiar twitch of his cock inside of you and your fluttering pussy gapes around him as thick spurts of cum fill you to the hilt, the milky white liquid leaking out of your hole and adding to the dirty mess that pools over the sheets.

his head falls against your shoulder as you both heave for air, and jun can feel himself growing hard again when he glances down at way you've creamed his cock, his fingers digging into your hips as he slips his half-hard cock out of your drooling cunt. the tip brushes against your tender clit, and your body jerks at the contact, teeth biting down on your bottom lip to muffle the squeak that threatens to rip through.

pressing a soft kiss into your shoulder blade, he lifts his head to gaze down at you hazily. the room is dark, but you've since adjusted to the red, dim lights. he's gorgeous, you think, bringing up one hand to cradle the side of his face. he grins at the gesture, his heart swelling ten times its size in his chest.

"baby," jun whispers, voice low and hoarse. "you're going to drive me crazy."

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❃Seventeen and s/o switches languages during an argument❃

a/n: Firstly, thank you for sending my very first request; I hope I did it justice! After discussing it together, we decided to make it a more general prompt. This was such a fun prompt to try my hand at, as a fellow EU carat, it was amusing to imagine how they would react to their partner switching languages. Some of these may have become a bit, more like very, long as a result so, well, grab your popcorn I suppose :')

Anyway, it is a bit longer and more serious than my other posts but I hope that you will like it regardless!

TG: some of these are slightly angsty and DK is naked

Scoups/Seungcheol

❀ In all fairness, the two of you tend to bicker every now and then, mostly because Coups is the pettiest and poutiest person alive. As a result, you tend to be quite used to having irrelevant arguments with him. Neither of you gets incredibly upset; the arguments are mostly harmless and, at times, can be quite amusing.

❀ This time, however, you had quite a stressful day at work and were in no mood to playfully bicker with him. Apparently, you had absent mindlessly borrowed one of his jackets, and he had been missing it all day, giving Hoshi an earful as he believed he had gone out of his way to borrow his stuff again. After he discovered that Hoshi hadn't been the culprit, he texted you, but in the chaos of work, you had forgotten to reply, leaving him on read. Truly, in his eyes, how incredibly offensive. How can his love, his light, his everything leave him on read just like his members do???

❀ Cue a ton of whining and pouting when you walked through the door, wrapped in his precious jacket. He didn't seem to get the hint that you were in no mood for his dramatic antics. It didn't take long for you to snap at him, effectively shutting him up. He didn’t shut up, however, because you actually got angry at him, but because you unconsciously switched to your native tongue in your exhaustion. He had forgotten that was a thing you could do.

❀ He has dealt with the foreign line switching languages during arguments enough to know that you weren't having his tantrum. It is enough for him to realize to knock it off, but he will be pouting the rest of the evening. Not because he is still upset about the jacket, but because he has no idea what you said and he is too prideful to ask until the next morning.

Jeonghan

❀ Jeonghan rarely gets mad at people, meaning that arguments between the two of you tend to be infrequent. The only times the two of you tend to bicker is when he finds yet another way to cheat during game nights. The cheating is all in good fun, and more often than not, you find yourself impressed with his quick-wittedness.

❀ That being said, losing five times in a row because your boyfriend found another loophole in the game rules really tested your patience. You had been playing Uno together when he decided that whenever he plays the reverse card, it means he gets to go again. Somehow, he stocked up on a ton of reverse cards, and he had been getting rid of most of his cards without you being able to do anything about it.

❀ Naturally, you started arguing with him, trying to convince him that it was against the rules. It was no use; he knows the rules better than you do. Thus, in the heat of the moment, you couldn’t help yourself, and you cursed at him in your native tongue. He was mighty confused for a second, but was aware from looking at your face that you were not complimenting his quick thinking.

❀ He ended up laughing at you, finding it hilarious that he somehow managed to trigger you that much. Be prepared for him to never let you live it down. Every game night, he will cheekily ask you whether it is okay for him to cheat or whether you will curse at him in your native tongue again. From now on, he will up his cheating antics as well, trying to get a rise out of you again.

Joshua

❀ You and Joshua usually don't let your grievances get to a shouting match. Before it can get to that point, one of you sits the other down to calmly talk things out. However, every once in a while, whenever one of you is stressed about something, things tend to escalate. So when Joshua comes home late after a gruelling recording session for the sixth time that week, leaving you to do all the house chores after a stressful work day yet again, you get into a heated argument.

❀ Neither of you wanted to admit to being in the wrong, leading to you bickering back and forth. Joshua had been angrily smiling at you for the past half an hour, trying to explain his side of the story, whilst you were trying to do the same. Arguing in Korean wasn't necessarily your strong suit, and despite English being a lot easier, you couldn't help but switch to your native language as you were trying to find the right words to explain your side of the story.

❀ To be honest, I can't really imagine Joshua being surprised when you switch languages during an argument. Having lived in an environment where he has to speak a second language constantly, he probably is all too aware that when people get emotional, they switch to their mother tongue. He has had too many quarrels and fights with the other members where he kept throwing in English, unable to remember the corresponding Korean word.

❀ Instead, your argument becomes a poly-lingual discussion where the two of you keep switching between all the languages you are familiar with. Joshua doesn't even blink when you switch to your native language anymore; he is used to deciphering what you are saying through context clues.

Jun

❀ Jun is an absolute homebody. He loves to lounge on the couch for hours with his phone in hand, playing mobile games and scrolling on social media. It is the perfect way for him to de-stress after his busy schedule, where he has to constantly be on the move. Usually, you enjoy the domesticity of it, but lately, you can't help but feel like all the two of you have been doing is staying at home. It isn’t like you constantly want to be out and about, but a part of you wants to go on a proper date where you get to dress up and be lovey-dovey with your boyfriend. You have been trying to find the right time to bring it up, aware that Jun doesn’t do well with subtle hints.

❀ However, when the day finally came where you asked him to go on more dates, it ended up in you two fighting. It had all started when you found yourself bored out of your mind with Jun being on his phone again, absorbed in his own world. For the first time in a while, he got to enjoy a bit of a break as promotions had finally ended, and he intended to spend most of it relaxing on the couch. It was a much-needed break from the constant dancing and travelling. Naturally, when you proposed to go out for the day, asking whether he wanted to check out a café that had just opened up in the city, he immediately responded that he didn’t want to.

❀ Perhaps both of your fuses had been short that day, and soon an argument ensued between you two. Jun stubbornly maintained that he wanted to rest and that being at home together was enough for him, whilst you tried to explain that you felt like he didn’t want to make time for your relationship. The two of you argued back and forth, both making valid arguments but unwilling to hear the other out.

❀ Jun was already mixing some Mandarin with his Korean as he got more and more frustrated. It didn’t help either that Jun had started to speak quicker the more agitated he got, making it even harder for you to decipher what he was trying to say. Thus, as the fight reached a boiling point, you started to yell at him in your native language. Jun had never heard you speak your mother tongue at length before, so you completely caught him off guard.

❀ Jun doesn't know what to say in response to your yelling, not knowing what you yelled at him in the heat of the moment. Similarly, you are surprised at your emotional outburst. You switching languages is enough for the both of you to realize that neither of you was listening to the other anymore. After a moment of silence, the two of you decide to leave the argument for the night and calmly talk about it after a good night's sleep.

Hoshi/Soonyoung

❀ Hoshi has been trying to convince you that his native language is growling, being a tiger, and all that. As much as you try to support your boyfriend’s tiger agenda, you have attempted to dissuade him from growling at you constantly as a way of communicating. You gently told him to stop as, first of all, you can't understand what he is trying to say when he is growling, and, secondly, it is very embarrassing when he does it in public.

❀ Still, he is waiting to find any excuse to growl at you, and you have noticed that whenever you slip into your mother tongue, he sees it as a green light to start. As a result, you try to be extra careful about using your native language around him in public or when other people are visiting. At home, you feel comfortable enough to, at the very least, scold him without anyone else having to bear witness to how shameless this man can be.

❀ It had all gone downhill when you and Hoshi organized a game night with the other members. It wasn't the actual game night that resulted in you yelling at him. Oh no, it had to do with the fact that Kwon Soonyoung has the habit of leaving the toilet seat up despite you having asked, on multiple occasions, whether he could lower it after he finished his business. For the past few days, he had been doing a good job remembering, but with all the excitement of the game night, it had slipped his mind. He was reminded, however, of his mistake upon hearing a splash and a blood-curdling scream leave the bathroom door.

❀ You were livid upon entering the living room and reminded your boyfriend yet again to lower the god-damn thing. In your anger, you slipped into your native tongue without being aware of doing so. You didn't even register it until you saw Hoshi's stunned and guilty expression morph into one of absolute delight.

❀ He growls. At you. In response.

❀ It is safe to say that the other members have to hold you back before you kill your boyfriend.

Wonwoo

❀ Usually, you loved having a gamer boyfriend as it meant that you got to focus on your own hobbies, happily existing in the same space without having to constantly have to do things together. Lately, however, you had been trying your hand at some of the games he had been playing. It was a fun pastime, and you especially liked games that didn’t require a fast reaction time, allowing you to explore a world or story at your own pace without it resulting in you constantly dying. Not to pat yourself on the back, but you had become quite skilled at the games you often played. Recently, you and Wonwoo had even started to play games together; you couldn’t help but smile whenever you saw your joined beds in Minecraft.

❀ So, when Wonwoo asked you to play Keep Talking & Nobody Explodes together, you had expected the two of you to do rather well. However, it couldn’t be further from what ended up transpiring. The game required seamless communication, with one person trying to disarm a bomb whilst the other consulted a manual on how to, unable to see the actual bomb. The first level had been easy enough, but you guys immediately got stuck on the second level. Each level was more complicated than the last one and was making your way through the game rather painfully slow. For some reason, your communication was completely off, resulting in numerous retries. It didn’t even matter who the operator or who the bomb disarmer was; you simply couldn’t get into sync.

❀ You could tell that Wonwoo was getting incredibly agitated when you were taking way too long to read the Korean instructions to him, unable to understand one particular word, causing the bomb to explode yet again. He had played the game with some of the members before, and it hadn’t been this hard. It didn’t help that he kept trying to give you tips and tricks on how to play the game. It felt a bit condescending. Moreover, you could tell he was partly blaming your Korean when he sighed yet again at another failed attempt due to you fumbling over your words. It wasn’t as if this was only your fault. As a result, you snapped at him that he should try to play in your native tongue and see how easy of a time he had with it. Except, you accidentally snapped at him in the wrong language.

❀ As you continue rambling under your breath, venting to yourself that your boyfriend and the game are both stupid, you don’t notice that you switched languages. Wonwoo, in the meantime, has fallen incredibly quiet, unsure how to react. He realizes that it might have been a bit unfair to play a game that requires you to communicate complicated instructions in Korean. When you are finally done ranting in your native language, he will quietly propose playing a different game, muttering a quiet apology when you two agree to switch to Stardew Valley. He makes sure to give you lots of gifts in-game, trying to show that he appreciates you playing with him even if it doesn’t always work out well.

Woozi/Jihoon

❀ You were aware that when you started dating Woozi that he was a bit of a workaholic and that there would be times when he would prioritize his work over your relationship. For the most part, you loved his dedication to producing music; you enjoyed hanging out in his studio, watching how he expertly produced a new track. You always felt in awe as you watched him tinker on the piano, trying to figure out what chords to use for the song. In turn, he loved having you there; your questions and curiosity reminded him of the wonder he felt when he first started producing.

❀ However, his passion for making music sometimes did make you feel like a third wheel in your relationship, especially when a Seventeen comeback was nearing. He would be cooped up in the studio for weeks, ignoring all the messages you send him. Where he normally loved having you around in the studio, he would become easily agitated with you watching over his shoulder as the deadlines neared. The expectations of the members and the company would weigh heavily on him, and having you be there as another watchful eye was simply too much for him to handle.

❀ So, when you went to the studio after a concerned Coups had called you, noticing that Woozi hadn’t bothered to eat that day, your presence put Woozi over the edge. It had been a couple of weeks since you had last seen your boyfriend, and you had hoped that seeing you would cheer him up. However, he barely acknowledged your presence when you stepped into the studio, his attention captured by the screen in front of him. Whenever he did respond, it was often curt and borderline insulting. You knew it was due to him being under a lot of pressure, but you couldn’t help feeling hurt.

❀ It got to you, and before you knew it, the two of you were fighting. Woozi, who already was feeling immense stress, couldn’t deal with the intense emotions and, hence, defensively threw out a painful insult without thinking. Feeling the tears sting in the corner of your eyes, you asked yourself why you were even still here when he obviously didn’t want you there in your native language before turning to leave. He didn’t understand what you had said, leaving him momentarily speechless.

❀ By switching languages unexpectedly, it gets through to Woozi what he had said and how hurt you were by his words. By being unable to understand what you were saying, he is able to solely focus on your tone and emotions. He feels incredibly guilty about his behaviour, and it doesn’t take long for him to chase after you to profusely apologize.

DK/Seokmin

❀ Although fights do not often happen with DK, he sometimes can be a bit prideful, only recognizing he is in the wrong when the other person gets noticeably angry. You encountered his pridefulness on a normal enough day. DK had texted you that he would be over at your place after practice, so when you came home and heard the shower running, you were delighted at the prospect of spending the evening together with your boyfriend. You briefly called out to him that you were home before waiting for him on the couch to finish showering. It didn't take long for him to be done. When you saw the door swing open with your handsome boyfriend only wearing a towel around his waist, you got up to properly greet him with a hug.

❀ However, before you could do so, you smelled a familiar scent drifting out of the bathroom. You see, one of your friends had gifted you a very expensive body wash that you had been gingerly using whenever you had had a particularly stressful day. Due to it being so expensive, you had asked DK to use the other ones in your shower, just so you could enjoy it a little longer, as you weren't really going to buy it for yourself once it ran out. He hadn't listened. Cue one of the pettiest arguments ever.

❀ In your defence, you weren't even upset about him using the body wash, but instead were hurt that he hadn't respected your wishes. DK, in turn, argued that it was only body wash and that he had simply wanted to smell like you. The argument escalated without either of you meaning to, and before you knew it, a towel hit you in the face. In surprise and anger, you yelled at him in your native tongue, which made DK effectively realize what he had done. He knew that you would never switch languages without being incredibly upset and he felt mortified, recognizing that he had not only let his emotions get out of control but also had parted with the only thing covering up his body.

❀ As you threw the towel back at him, venting in your native language some more, you finally noticed DK standing before you in all his glory, looking both guilt-ridden and like he wished for the ground to swallow him whole. Seeing him standing there butt naked was enough for you to crack up, breaking the tension from the argument. DK, on the other hand, wasn't sure whether to profusely apologize for throwing the towel at you or hide for the rest of eternity.

Mingyu

❀ Mingyu often feels like the perfect boyfriend; he loves to cook and clean and lives to pamper you whenever he is able to. He takes your teasing very well, enjoying when you cheekily poke fun at him blatantly showing off his trained physique in front of fans. Although staying in Korea can sometimes be overwhelming, he truly makes you feel right at home. He strives to introduce you to his friends and tries to make as many new memories with you so that you wouldn’t have to miss your home country too much.

❀ When you guys moved in together, you had been ready to have it be another cherished memory. That was until Mingyu dropped a very precious ceramic bowl. The bowl had been a present from your family when you moved out, and you had dragged the bowl with you all the way to Korea. It was a meaningful keepsake you had taken with you from your home country, allowing you to have a piece of home in a foreign place. You had mostly used it as decoration in your previous apartment, and you were incredibly careful when using it, knowing that once it fell, it would be incredibly difficult to replace.

❀ Consequentially, when you watched your boyfriend drop it onto the floor, shattering your treasured keepsake into a thousand pieces, you felt a part of yourself fracture simultaneously. Mingyu didn’t seem to recognize what he had broken, sheepishly apologizing to you before jokingly remarking that the bowl had been rather ugly anyway. You knew he wasn’t aware of what he had broken and that it would be unfair for you to get mad at him, as it had been an accident after all. Nonetheless, seeing something so important to you not only get broken beyond repair but also mocked, set you off.

❀ As a result, you started yelling at a stunned Mingyu, who wasn’t expecting your explosive reaction at all. In turn, he got aggrieved, feeling like your reaction was disproportionate to the situation. Voicing that, however, only made you more upset, and as you tried to pick up the broken pieces to throw them out, you started crying, sobbing to yourself that it truly was beyond repair in your native tongue.

❀ Mingyu, in retrospect, doesn’t know whether it had been your crying or you switching languages, but as he watches you tearfully throw out the pieces, his anger completely vanishes, only to be replaced by an intense feeling of guilt. He will hug you tightly, apologizing for breaking something that had obviously been very important to you. After you explain what the bowl stood for, he will try his hardest to get you another bowl as a surprise, contacting your family to have them send over a new one.

❀ In the end, all is well, and to be honest, you might love the new bowl a lot more as it reminds you of how much Mingyu genuinely treasures you.

The8/Minghao

❀ Minghao and you had decided to go on a wine painting date; you had stumbled upon it not too long ago, excitedly proposing it to your boyfriend, knowing it combined two of his favourite things. Minghao had been looking forward to the date for the past week, feeling giddy despite the exhausting dance practices. He would tell anyone that would listen about the date, gushing over how well his girlfriend knew him.

❀ It was an absolute surprise to both of you when the workshop ended with you arguing. The workshop had started innocently enough, with you guys following the instructions, laughing whenever a brushstroke failed to turn out how you had intended. The wine tasted great, and both of you were amazed that the workshop was pouring such luxurious wine.

❀ However, as the workshop progressed and the teacher made his way past all the other participants to check on their progress, things turned sour pretty quickly. The moment the teacher laid eyes on you, he was enamoured and absolutely oblivious that you were on a date with your boyfriend.

❀ At first, you assumed that the teacher was only being nice when he lingered longer at your station than others. You presumed that he was being friendly and that, with you and Minghao being the last people he needed to check up on, he stayed to kill time until he needed to introduce the next set of instructions. You failed to notice that Minghao had grown awfully quiet as you conversed. When the teacher reached over to guide the paintbrush in your hand, you started to get the hint that the teacher was trying to hit on you.

❀ Minghao, on the other hand, had been noticing the glances from the teacher since the beginning of the workshop. Although he prided himself in rarely being jealous or upset, the wine made it harder for him to let his gnawing feelings go. He knew his anger was unfair and misplaced, but it didn't make him feel any less upset. Even when you gently let the teacher down by telling him that you and your boyfriend could figure it out yourselves from here, the hurtful feeling persisted.

❀ Thus, when you turned to him afterwards to check on why he had been so quiet, only to be met with a curt Minghao, you began arguing. You knew he was jealous, but he had started to take it out on you. Thus, you did the only thing you knew that could possibly cheer your boyfriend up and shake him out of his jealousy. You took his face gently in your hands, rambling sweet nothings in your native tongue.

❀ Minghao loves hearing you speak in your native language to him, feeling like nothing is more intimate than only him being able to understand the sweet nothings you are saying. He will momentarily blank as he tries to process your sweet words. It is enough to melt away his jealous feelings, making him feel a bit stupid for letting it influence his actions and words (as well as any hope the teacher had to get your number afterwards).

Seungkwan

❀ We all know that Seungkwan likes to nag and tease, not a stranger to playful bickering. Nevertheless, Seungkwan strikes me as someone who is very open with his emotions, preferring to discuss what is bothering him rather than bottling things up. Thus, you two rarely get into actual fights, as he ensures that you two regularly talk about the problems you experience as a couple. At the same time, Seungkwan is a bit of a sensitive boy, and sometimes it is easy to get into arguments with him without either of you meaning to let things escalate. A joke might not land and instead hurts his feelings, leading to an angry and butthurt Boo.

❀ During some of your playful fights, he noticed that you struggled to keep up with his Korean, switching to your native language in frustration when the Korean escaped you. He couldn’t help but feel slightly bad about you having to constantly accommodate him, which is why he devised a plan. Without you knowing, he spend a significant amount of time online skewering the internet to search for basic sentences, mildly insulting phrases and not-too-harsh curse words that he could use if you guys got into another playful argument. Instead of only you having to struggle in Korean, he felt it was only fair for him to wrestle with your native tongue as well.

❀ He finally gets to use it when you guys have a heated discussion over which coffee is the best on one of your many coffee dates; he keeps maintaining that Iced Americano is the best coffee that exists, something that you wholeheartedly disagree with. At first, you are able to respond to him in Korean, easily countering his arguments. However, as the discussion progresses, you can’t help but feel like Seungkwan intentionally is using advanced and eloquent Korean, using words you have never heard before. It doesn’t take long before you start switching out Korean for your native language, trying to hold your ground in the discussion.

❀ It is kind of comical when Seungkwan whips out a list of standard phrases, curse words and insulting sentences in your language, way too eager to use them. Rather than you surprising him by switching languages unconsciously, he is catching you off guard by using your own language against you. He is reading the sentences one by one, and although his pronunciation leaves a lot to be desired, you can tell he put a lot of effort into learning it. You don’t even know whether to be impressed by the fact that he poured so much work into arguing with you in your native language or offended by the, albeit mostly harmless, insults that he is hurling at your head.

Vernon

❀ Vernon strikes me as an emotionally mature person. Therefore, the two of you rarely argue with each other, if at all. Vernon is such a chill guy; it takes a lot to truly get him riled up, and even when he gets emotional, he is capable of maturely handling his emotions. Because of it, you haven’t had any real fights, only mature discussions on how to best navigate whatever problem you two were experiencing in the relationship.

❀ However, there was one thing that you and Vernon could argue for hours about, films. Usually, your film discussions are very civil, with each respecting the other’s opinion even if the other wholeheartedly disagrees. Hence, you guys have made it a routine to put a film on every other night, spending the rest of the evening talking about what you liked or disliked. Both of you enjoyed watching films together in this manner, with the discussions often taking up as much time as watching the films did.

❀ Tonight, however, you made the mistake of putting on a film you adored for nostalgic reasons. The film had been produced in your country, and after searching for it for a while, you had finally found a version with English subtitles. You were incredibly excited to be able to show Vernon the type of films you had grown up with. At first, you thought he was enjoying it; Vernon seemed absorbed as he watched the screen, nodding to himself when he appeared to like a particular scene. Nevertheless, once the film had ended and you eagerly turned to ask him whether he had liked it, he briefly hesitated before calling it mid.

❀ You stared at him in confusion, wondering whether you had been watching the same film. How could he call one of your favourite films mid? Sure, the budget might not have been spectacular compared to a Hollywood blockbuster film, resulting in some questionable CGI and cinematography choices. Still, it was a great film, in your opinion. When you asked him to explain himself, he shrugged, explaining that he simply thought it hadn’t been that good and that both the plot and cinematography left a lot to be desired.

❀ You were greatly offended, and before you knew it, you were heatedly arguing with him. Vernon remained calm rather than matching your energy, explaining that it was okay for you to like a film that just wasn’t his taste. Somehow his indifference annoyed you more, and before you knew it, you were ranting at him that he simply didn’t get how innovative the film was despite the constraints the director had to overcome. Perhaps by being exposed to your native language for such a long time, you brain got reset, and without you being fully aware of it, you had started using your mother tongue. Where before Vernon had been attentively listening, he now seemed lost, alerting you to your accidental mistake.

❀ It was the first time where you had switched languages in his presence, and he realizes that perhaps he had been overly critical. He will gently propose that maybe he was unable to fully enjoy the film as much as you did due to things getting lost in translation. You know he is mostly humouring you, but regardless, it is enough for the one-sided argument to dissipate. How can you stay mad at someone who is the definition of calm and respectful?

Dino/Chan

❀ In retrospect, you should’ve listened to Jeonghan’s warning when you decided to order Soju during dinner. Neither of you had expected to drink, but after a busy workweek, the two of you had decided, “Why the hell not.” You were massively regretting it now, having to deal with a drunk and stubborn Lee Chan.

❀ He refused to do anything you asked of him, and you were practically dragging him through the streets of Seoul, whilst he kept repeating that he wasn’t drunk and could take care of himself. Yeah, sure, he definitely did not keep stumbling over his own feet and was only kept from falling by your grip on his arm. It didn’t help that he kept trying to dislocate himself from you either, claiming that, as your boyfriend, he should be helping you.

❀ It all came to a boiling point when you decided to hail a taxi, too tired and exhausted to continue carrying him. Jeonghan had told you all about stubborn drunk Dino, but you had hoped that you, as his significant other, held enough sway over your boyfriend to coax him into the taxi. Spoiler alert, you didn’t, and instead, the two of you got into an argument. No matter what you said, he kept repeating that he could hail his own taxi. He’s a big boy now.

❀ Maybe it was your sore muscles from carrying him, perhaps it was Dino stupidly refusing your help the entire time or possibly it was the taxi driver warning that he would drive off if the two of you didn’t get in, but suddenly in the midst of your sentence, you switched to your native tongue. In an attempt to get him moving, your tipsy, fuzzy brain resorted to the easiest language for you to yell in. Apparently, that was all it took for Dino to shake himself out of his stubbornness.

❀ The poor guy will be so confused that he’ll easily let you drag him by the arm into the taxi. He can’t determine whether he is truly so drunk that your words have become illegible or that you actually spoke a different language. At the very least, for the time being, you have managed to break through stubbornly drunk Dino, and he lets you guide him whilst he is trying to figure it out in his fuzzy brain.

❀ He will definitely be asking you about it the next morning whilst nursing a massive hangover, thinking it was all a dream.

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astro333 · 2 years

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seventeen fic recommendations

here are some vv good fics that i’ve read this yearrr ♡

(includes : fluff, smut. and angst)

*adding more recs soon

S.COUPS

hello tutorial - @97-liners

remind me - @milfgyuu

very nice - @venerex

untitled - @hoshiitakes

6:29 am - @ksywoo

i hate laundry day - @bluehoodiewoozi

tomorrow tonight - @cheolbooluvr

first date - seungcheolownsmyheart

rooting for you - @svtntntn

habits - @svtntntn

fling - @leejihoonownsmyheart

gameboy - @leejihoonownsmyheart

to teach your heart - @hyucks-rose

what’s mine is yours - @meowonwoos

goodnight my love - @cherriscoups

JEONGHAN

first - @husbandhannie

we get along infamously - @seungkwansphd

game over - @februaryflowers

the love you find - @joonlery

chocolate kisses - @writeformesinpie

17:27 - @wonwoonlight

JOSHUA

untitled - @synthetickitsune (f)

envy - @berriesandjunnie

oceans and engines - @renjunphile

wildest dreams - @viastro

and what if we kiss? - @pepperonidk

vanilla - @milfgyuu

JUN

my burning heart (wont listen to me) - @adi--writes

cuddling - @sweetiesicheng

trendsetter - @hyucks-rose

HOSHI

make me feel - @secndlife

15. things you said with too many miles in between us - @piscispd

bluff and nonsense - @thepixelelf

these endless summer nights - @blossom-hwa

untitled - @husbandcheol

i may have lost it - @wonwoonlight

diagnose him - @by-tea

2:00 am - @ksywoo

just a moment with you - @husbandhoshi

worth it - @fallinnflower

love hard - @wondernus

squish - @wooahaes

WONWOO

knock on your door - @97-liners

lucky! - @97-liners

when i’m with you - @ponkwan

dreaming of you - @juyeoniemyhoney

love in the rain - @viastro

nostalgia diner - @writeformesinpie

present hauntings - @wonwussy

unnamed - @shuatm

WOOZI

yearning (smau masterlist) - @jihoonotes

live - @wondernus

fried rice - @husbandhannie

my heart has gone to you - @rubyreduji

warm me up - @ponkwan

one spring rain - @viastro

if you call me - @starsstuddedsky

MINGYU

captivating - @yeostars

corn-y - @husbandhannie

mission success - @13monthsago

mingyu as a first time dad - @jjkgyu

a helping hand - @idyllic-ghost

1:02 am - @heartkyeom

we don’t usually hold hands - @gyukult

new rules - @leejihoonownsmyheart

it’s all fun and games - @dontflailmenow

hot or cold - @jjuniehao

THE8

motivation or distraction? - @by-tea

SEUNGKWAN

goodnight - @by-tea

11:50 pm - @ksywoo

untitled - @yv17

VERNON

operation: hot girl summer - @shuaflix

ink, linework, and a cup of coffee - @berriesandjunnie

five ways to say i love you - @taeyun

the soulmate service - @dkfile

highest walls, strongest armour - @soonsluv

say you love me (i love you) - @viastro

chopsticks - @husbandhannie

avocado-flavored kiss - @kabira

by hook or by cross - @kabira

DINO

scored - @leejungchans

pansy - @thepixelelf

worth a shot - @milfgyuu

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mingtinys · 18 days

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" i saw it and thought of you "

pairing : wen junhui x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

warnings : none

word count : 0.5 k

a/n : posting this today since technically joshua's was supposed to be two days ago

Peaceful nights are hard to come by. Peaceful nights with Jun, even more so. Which is why you've learned to savor the mundane moments you're able to share together. Even if it's at the cost of your recently cleaned kitchen being left in shambles.

Because who are you to say no to Jun's offer of a home-cooked meal, especially when he seemed so excited to try out a new recipe? The mess could be remedied in an hour, Jun's company is much more precious than sparkling countertops.

"What's the next thing we need to add?" Jun asks, looking up from the sizzling pan to peer at the cooking instructions resting in your lap.

"Recipe says to add mushrooms, but I'm not seeing any. Did you get any?" you frown, sifting through the various bags of ingredients Jun had brought from your seat on the counter.

He shakes his head. "You don't like mushrooms so I didn't get any, what's after that?"

You can't help the smile that creeps onto your face at Jun's attention to detail. "It just says add spices to taste then cover for twenty minutes on low heat."

Jun nods and begins tossing in various spices from your cabinet, occasionally lifting the spoon to his lips to test the flavor. One final pinch of chili flakes and he seems pleased with his creation.

"Here, how does this taste?" He brings the spoon up to his lips once more, blowing on it gently before holding it out for you to taste.

"That's really good!"

"Are you sure it doesn't need more of anything?"

"Jun, it's perfect. In fact, the only part I'm dreading is having to wait twenty more minutes to eat it." You assure him. "And thank you for making me dinner, it was a nice surprise."

At that, he blushes. "That reminds me, I have one more thing." Jun begins fishing into his jacket pocket, taking out different empty snack wrappers until he finally pulls out a little glass figurine of a cat. He holds it out in his palm for you to take.

Gingerly, you pick it up from his hand and hold it up to catch the light. The cat is mostly clear but has a familiar pattern of opaque orange stripes on its back. A certain warmth fills your chest.

"What is this for?"

"I saw it and thought of you." He says simply. "It looked a little like your childhood cat you showed me pictures of yesterday."

"Jun," you gush. "This is incredibly thoughtful. I love it so much, thank you."

Jun's face turns bright red and he attempts to cover his bashfulness with a shrug. "It's no big deal."

Luckily for Jun, you're feeling sentimental and decide to not tease him too much about the gesture. For now, you're more than happy to simply relish in the mundane with Jun.

taglist: @matchahyuck @dontwannaexsist @minnieminshi

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welcometomyoasis · 8 months

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Seventeen with a doe eyed s/o

Pairing: svt x gn! reader Genre: pure indulgent fluff Word count: approx. 750 words Warnings: reader said to be smaller than svt A/n: let’s be real, svt will probably be a mix of both 😅

Must smoosh!

Junhui, Hoshi, Dokyeom, Mingyu, Seungkwan

Please stop being so cute. His heart can’t take it anymore. When he sees you, he thinks his heart is beating so fast that it is going to explode. In his eyes, you are the most adorable little bean.

You know the phrase, “you look like a deer caught in headlights”? As surprising as it sounds, that’s actually one of his favourite looks on you because you just look so adorable.

He loves it when you are so engrossed in doing something, he has to call you to snap you out of your thoughts. He loves seeing you jump and look up, eyes widening in shock. He loves it when you let out a soft whine and puff your cheeks when you realise it’s just him. Most of all, he loves doing it when you are eating because he thinks you look like a little chipmunk storing food in your cheeks. (And he especially loves doing it when he sees you snacking from the container in the middle of the night).

When he sees that, he can’t help himself from cooing at you and smooshing your face between his hands. You’re his tiny baby and he can’t believe you’re his to love forever.

And despite the mildly annoyed look on your face whenever he does it, you really do love this little habit of his.

Must protect!

Joshua, Wonwoo, Woozi, Minghao, Vernon

You are his innocent baby who can do no wrong.

There’s just something about your eyes that make you seem so innocent. Maybe it’s because of how wide they go when you are fascinated by something. Maybe it’s the way your eyes make you look like a baby bunny or kitten. And he loves baby animals. Maybe it’s the way your eyes hold so much love for him? He can’t be sure and he doesn’t care.

What matters is that he loves looking down into your doe eyes when you stare up at him. You’re smaller and shorter compared to him, making you the perfect size for him to tuck you underneath his arms. It doesn’t matter if you are out in a crowded city, or if you are just cuddling with each other on the couch in your shared apartment. He loves that you let him hold onto you so tightly. He loves that you always reach for him and hold him closer even if he’s already clinging onto you like a koala. He’s putty in your hands (or eyes?). One tug of his hand or sleeve, then a quick look into his eyes, and he’s giving you his undivided attention.

Admittedly, you are a bit of a menace and you use his soft spot for your eyes as a way to get what you want. You cheated at a game? It’s okay, the game must be too hard. You messed with the other members? He’s defending you and saying you couldn’t possibly have done anything wrong. He completely disregards everyone else’s protests. You possibly can get away with anything because he has sworn an oath to himself that he will protect you forever.

Both!

Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Chan

When he looks at your eyes, it’s like time just stops. He finds them so so mesmerising. They have this glossy shine and sparkle that he swears holds the stars from the cosmos. He could look into them forever.

And sometimes he tries to. You hold random staring competitions that usually ends with you winning. Something about your eyes just sends him into a fit of giggles and he can never resist the urge to tackle you to give your temple kisses. He adores the way the corner of your eyes crinkle when he kisses your temple and scoops you into his arms. He doesn’t even need to look at you to know you’re giggling and smiling with him.

He will certainly tease you because your eyes always light up when you see him. “Did my baby miss me that much?”, “Does my baby love me that much?”. You’ll probably swat his hands away but the twinkle in your eyes betray your actions, proving to him that you really love his affectionate cooing.

That said, like the 5 in the previous point, these 3 feel the need to protect you. You are his precious princess. And he wants nothing more than to protect the light, happiness, and love that your eyes have. He would never want anything to happen to you that extinguishes that.

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wonuumelody · 9 months

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Where svt likes to hold you

🎀( hand / thigh / waist /arm around your neck)

pairing: seventeen x gn!reader

genre: fluff. warning(s): none

Hand : Dokyeom, minghao, seungkwan

They like simplicity. Sometimes they hold you as if you were the most precious object in the world. They like to feel your fingers, and intertwined your fingers as you walk. They also like to play with your fingers when you're both sitting on the couch. It's cute for them

Thigh : scoups, mingyu, Woozi

It's so hot. They like to show that you are theirs. They put their hands on your thigh all the time, in the car, when you're sitting next to it. It is a gesture that allows them to be reassured and at the same time to show others that you are a person already taken.

Waist : wonwoo, Jeonghan, dino

They find it romantic. The fact that you stand by the waist and have the opportunity to get closer to them very quickly. It allows them to be close to you. Plus, they know you like it a lot when they hold you by the waist.

Neck : Vernon, Joshua, Jun, Hoshi.

They find this position more comfortable for their arm. They can hold you really close to them like that and their hands are still free (Hoshi can horanghae in peace.) This way, it's also easier to make others understand that you're already with someone.

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angelwoozi · 11 months

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1:08 am | jun

junhui x reader (afab) ; smut (18+) ; est relationship ; 672 words ; warnings : soft, penetrative unprotected sex (stay safe !!)

— jun wakes up in the middle of the night with you beside him, and things heat up real quick as your boyfriend shows you how needy he is.

loll this was very sudden and i know i just posted yesterday but um yeah, here is jun fucking you deep and slow in the middle of the night hehe!

You part your lips in a silent moan as Jun thrusts inside you, deeply and slowly. His forearms are beside your head, and his lips are on your jaw.

The feeling of his tongue on your skin has you gasping for breath, and you wrap your legs around his waist. The sheets rustle a little as he pulls out, just keeping the tip of his cock inside your cunt, and then thrusts again – sweetly, taking his time.

It is the middle of the night, and the digital clock on your bedside table shows the time— 1:08 am. Jun had woken you up with soft kisses on your cheek, as you had snuggled into him. The innocent kisses had soon turned into a heavy makeout session and you both had given into the heat, which had led to you ending up under him, with his cock inside you.

"You are so hot," he groans and you rake your hands down his clothed torso, stopping at the hem of his sweater. You push it up and feel his pecs under your hand, moaning into his lips.

"You are hotter." you exclaim and he snorts, his breath on your skin hotter than anticipated. He straightens up, his torso no longer leaning against yours as he grabs your hips and fucks into you.

There are no loud shouts, or cries– your whimpers are soft, and your head is tipped back, even on the mattress with your neck up and eyes screwed shut. His thumbs dig into the skin of your hips, easily pushing your shirt upwards with every thrust.

"Jun," you moan out and your plea is answered with a low groan as he rocks his hips more steadily, easily bringing you near to your orgasm.

You open your eyes to see his head tipped back and eyes closed, his eyebrows set in concentration and lips parted– if only slightly. The sight alone has you gasping for breath and you spread your legs wider, trying to lift your hips from him and him only.

It's as if on cue that your boyfriend leans over your body and extends his hand to grab a pillow from by your side, knowing what you are trying to do. You hiss slowly as his cock goes deeper with his movement, and he sighs your name, his hand shaking a little as he straightens up again– a hold on your hips, and one on the pillow.

"Lift your hips, baby." and you obey, because why not?

He places the pillow under your hips, allowing himself better leverage, just to fuck you quicker and deeper. Your fists grab the sheets as your body moves upward with each snap of his hips, your moans louder now.

"Y/N," he moans and you drown in his voice. Like a pathetic goner, falling deeper every second of every day. Your body shakes with pleasure, your parted, folded legs trembling with pleasure as you find yourself almost coming.

"I, I am-"

"I know, baby. Relax, you can let go." he whispers, a quiet word– and you immediately come around his cock lodged deep inside you. He helps you slowly ride out the wave but all you can register is how hot your skin feels under his touch, and how wasted you feel. You close your eyes and screw your face in a moan, and all the while you still feel his cock thrusting into you, sloppy but quick.

"You are so tight, Y/N!" he exclaims and not even a minute later halts his motion and spills into you, the feeling of his cum coating your walls making you roll your eyes back and panting heavily. You moan out his name and he almost crashes on your form, his face pressed in the crook of your neck and body leaned over yours.

It's with a kiss to your neck that the small, soft, sexcapade ends– only for Jun to later pull you into him and have you sleep the sweetest of sleeps in his arms.

🕯️bare and unedited. i would love any and every kind of feedback, be it through comments, reblogs or asks !! thankyou for reading 🤍

#jun smut #jun #junhui smut #svthub #wen junhui #svt smut #seventeen smut #seventeen #svt #moon junhui #jun x reader #jun x you #wjh #junhui x you #junhui x reader #jun imagines #jun scenarios #k labels #kflixnet

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bittersweet-folder · 1 month

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Lipstick stains for his pretty face ♡ (part 1?)

Pairing: Wen Junhui × fem reader (honestly this can be counted as a Wen Junhui × gender neutral reader too but there's a mention that reader is wearing a dress which some may not prefer but still letting y'all know)

Warning: nothing much just lots of kissing and little bit suggestive at the end.

I did proofread twice but if there's any grammatical errors lemme know!

Genre: fluff, a little suggestive at the end. | Song rec: Bambi by Baekhyun . | MASTERLIST

Word count: 798 | Let me know if y'all want a part 2🎀.

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The date went well.

Jun unlocked the entrance door of the apartment you both shared.

"You go in first, madam" he said. A smirk laced on his lips afterwards. He couldn't take eyes off of you tonight. You looked exquisite clad in that black silky dress with that light makeup painted on your face. But now you also had his leather jacket on your shoulder. As soon as you entered the apartment which you both shared, he followed after you and locked the door. That followed his much awaited, impatient confession with him pinning you against the wall. Your eyes meet his.

"Can I kiss you? Please. You looked so gorgeous tonight, sweetheart" he had that sense of urgency laced in his voice while saying that.

"Yes. Of course" You smiled.

His hand touched and caressed your cheek making its way on the nape of your neck. Slowly, he closed the gap between your lips and his. His other arm went around your waist, closing the distance between your bodies. With your hands around his shoulders, your fingers find their way running through his hair. His lips were soft. He could slightly taste your lipstick. It was a pretty dark berry red shade which adorned your lips tonight. Your lips were moving in a perfect rhythm with his lips. You both were lost in the bliss of it as if it was not enough and you both craved more. The jacket dropped on the floor which made you both pull away from the kiss.

"Umm I think we should take this to the bedroom?" he asked.

You noticed the lipstick stain on his lips. Color smudging over his lip line a little bit. That's when something popped up in your head.

"Jun is it okay… if you take me to the bedroom and we do something I saw on YouTube a few days back" you hesitated at first but then said everything in one breath.

He let out a chuckle. "Of course we can my lady"

You let out a yelp in surprise when he lifted you up, proceeding towards the bedroom.

He made you straddle on his lap.

"So what is it?"

"Basically…" you kept your purse aside and searched up the video and showed it to him "this.. was what I was talking about.. can i do it? Pretty please Junhii" you said dragging on the last syllable.

"That's something new not gonna lie but yeah of course baby you can do that" his hands pulled you closer by your waist.

"Okay!" you grinned and took your lipstick out of your purse. After applying a fair amount of lipstick on your lips you kept your lipstick on the side. At first, he felt your soft, supple lips pressed on the corner of his lips, then it found its place on his cheek. Too many for the cheek because they look so plumped and adorable when he smiles. Then another one on the nose which made him giggle. Slowly you moved a bit below, now pressing kisses on his neck. Then you stopped to take a look at his face, which was now littered with plenty of red lip stains with a smirk laced on his lips.

"You look soo adorable" you said squealing.

"You've got lipstick on your nose" Jun smiled.

"You've got lip prints all over your pretty face" and then added "made by me" you said feeling content with the deed you did.

"So my face is pretty with the lip print or it's prettier without the lip print?"

You groaned "yahhh you're pretty either way!!"

"And you're my pretty," he moved dangerously close to your left ear and said in a lower voice "pretty girl" he said while moving one of his hands on your back, fiddling with the zipper of your dress. It felt warm yet ticklish when he whispered in your left ear and then you let out a breathy sigh.

"But wait-" You pulled away and then continued "we need to take a picture and then remove this off of your face I don't want you to have any kinda skin infection now" you said.

"Alright then! we're taking this to the shower baby!" Jun said as he lifted you up and walked towards the bathroom. "I hope you won't mind getting a little more wet than usual honey" he said, yet again, in a lower, deeper voice.

"I- I would honestly love it- a lot.." you stuttered. Your cheeks started burning up.

"Cat got your tongue now" Jun said, placing you on the countertop beside the sink, hands still placed on your waist now slowly moving to your lower back, massaging that area lightly.

It's gonna be a long night.

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A/n: hello everyone, it's been a while since I posted anything let alone write something. I just didn't wanted to force myself to write something. A lot has be going on and I gotta study too because my exams are coming up.

Thank you for your support🎀✨❤

Also I ain't tagging anyone here. This was literally a part of the performance unit imagine I was writing but then I thought of writing it as a separate fic. Next part would ofc be a smut fic☺🫣🫶 lemme know if y'all wanna be in the tag list for that.

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fic #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #wen junhui #moon junhui #junhui fluff #jun fluff #jun smut #junhui x reader #junhui smut #svt #svt performance unit

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atinystraynstay · 2 months

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Dancing In the Dark - Wen Junhui

Synopsis: Didn't you know the most romantic place in someone's home is their kitchen?

Inspiration: Dancing In The Moonlight - King Harvest

Pairing: Idol!Wen Junhui x GN!reader

Genre: domesticated life fluff! established relationship

Word Count: 1.3k

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Slowly, your eyes fluttered open to reveal a dark moon. The only source of light came from the moonlight trying to shine through the curtains. You glanced towards the digital clock on your nightstand. 1:17am. You mentally groaned as you didn't want to wake your sleeping fiancé beside you.

Your head turned to see Jun beside you. His bangs fell in front of his face, almost touching his closed eyelids. He looked absolutely peaceful. His chest rose and fell gently, one hand on his chest while the other rested on your leg. He always needed to have his hand on you in some aspect when he slept. You found the habit adorable, especially one that happened when he was unconscious.

You wanted so desperately to lean over to kiss his cheek, but you worried about waking him. Your body screamed for you to move out of bed while your mind wanted so desperately to go back to sleep. There was only one solution.

Ever so slowly, you pushed yourself out of bed to head towards the kitchen. You shivered as your feet touched the cold wooden floor. This time, moving rather quickly, you snatched one of Jun's hoodies that rested on the floor. You slipped that over your body, sighing in relief at being draped in some sort of warmth.

Gathering enough willpower, you began your venture out of your shared bedroom towards the kitchen. You were grateful that Jun stopped by the convenience store on his way home from work to pick up your favorite tea brand. You had just ran out this morning.

Once you arrived in the kitchen, you went over towards the cabinet. Your footsteps were extremely light, emphasizing your groggy state but also trying to do whatever it takes to allow Jun to sleep soundly. You opened the overheard cabinet slowly, breathing in sharply through your teeth as they screeched slightly. Fuck.

You paused to ensure that there was no movement coming from upstairs. Just because you were up didn't mean you had to disturb your lover.

When you didn't hear a sound, you continued on with your mission. You grabbed your favorite white mug, being careful not to hit it against the other mugs as you pulled it out. You then closed the cabinet, trying your hardest not to make it screech again. If there was something about you and Jun, you always had enough mugs to serve everyone who might come over.

Over the past few months of living with Jun, you've become skillful at stopping the tea kettle before it blows its whistle. Yet, before you could even think of filling the tea kettle with water, you felt arms wrap around your waist from behind. You gasped softly but relaxed as you felt the familiar fingers rubbing against your stomach.

"You really going to just make tea for yourself?" a voice questioned behind you.

Jun's sleepy voice always sets your heart ablaze. He sounded so relaxed, as his voice was deeper and his speech a bit slower. It also was dreamy as he often whispered sweet nothings into your ear to help you fall asleep.

And when he starts caressing your body? He had you right where he wanted you, wrapped around his finger. But if you were to ask anyone, he was wrapped around yours.

Slowly, you turned in Jun's arms. He was smiling down at you gently. His gaze alone made you weak in the knees. Jun was staring at you as if you were his whole world. You are.

"I was trying not to wake you, my love. I know how many late nights you've been pulling lately. You honestly looked too peaceful." "Funny because I lost all peace of mind when I felt you slide out of bed."

Your eyes widened as you mumbled a quick "sorry." You really thought you had gotten away this time! You looked away, your cheeks red. Jun easily caught your attention again when you felt him squeeze your hips. He offered that soft smile of his.

Words didn't need to be exchanged between the two of you. You knew he wasn't mad, but still didn't like the fact you were the cause of his loss of sleep. Yet, his gaze and hold on you told you differently. It wasn't worth an argument especially at this late hour.

"Let me get that for you, darling."

His lips pressed against the crown of your head as he slowly detached himself from you. Already, you missed his touch. He maneuvered around you, so he could go ahead and fill up the kettle for the two of you. You went to retrieve another mug.

The faucet was running but quickly shut off. It didn't take you long until you heard some rustling behind you. Jun's footsteps were light, almost untraceable. The only indicator he was even in the same room as you was the sound of the metal of the stove grate meeting the bottom of the tea kettle seemed to echo throughout the content.

Tick tick tick

Jun's hand moved the knob to start your gas stove. He smiled a bit wider to see the flame flicker and stay on underneath the tea kettle. Soon, you two would be warmed by the tea as he hoped it would help you back to slumber. The moment you moved from bet, he became aware of the world around him. There was no way that he could have rested knowing you were up.

"Do you want to sit at the kitch-" you started but quickly closed your mouth. Instead, a wide grin overtook your lips.

Your body fully turned around from the cabinets to where Jun was standing in front of you. At the moment, Jun was standing in front of you with an inviting smile. His hand extending out to you.

It was no secret Jun was a phenomenal dancer. While you loved watching him light up the stage, you also loved these more intimate moments. One of your nighttime routines happened to be dancing in each other's arms. It was a way to show affection to one another.

Without words exchanged, you slipped your hand in between his. He squeezed your hand affectionately before pulling you in closer. Gently, he pulled you in close to him, so he could rest one hand on your lower back. His other hand moved to rest on your side. This freed your hands to wrap around his neck and play with the long strands of hair.

He started the two of you in a slow sway. You pressed tiny kisses against the side of his face. You could feel him smile as well as his skin heat up from the displays of affection. It wasn't that he was embarrassed. He was still getting used to the idea of someone wanting to be that openly affectionate with him.

To show his gratitude, his hand squeezed your hip affectionately. You couldn't fight the smile into the kisses you pressed into the skin.

You slowly pulled your face away from his, so you could rest your head on his chest. It brought a wider smile on your lips to feel his body heat against your body. You couldn't help but giggle slightly as you heard how fast his heart was racing. He was so precious to you.

"Luckiest man," he whispered. His hand gently pushed you closer, eliminating any space between the two of you. There was no way he was going to let you slip away now.

Not even the sound of the kettle blowing its whistle. Keeping you close, he removed the hand from your side to turn the stove off. The water could always be reheated, no doubt. However, he was never going to let a precious moment like this pass him by.

As the whistle died down with the flame shut off, his hand found its way to rest on the back of your head. He cradled you close to him as you continued to dance in the kitchen. All the lights were off besides the overhead light on the stove.

It created an intimate setting for the two of you. Honestly though, you could be anywhere with Wen Junhui and it would feel like a fairytale.

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